SUCKING LITTLE JOEY

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It was summer and I was teaching some basic courses at the local community college.� I had three, one hour classes, Monday through Friday; the first at 8 AM,� the second at 9 AM and the last at 6 PM.� The early class and the long break sucked, but what the hell, I was getting paid full time for what amounted to part time work.� Besides, I was an early riser and the break gave me ample time to do other things, like hang out at the community pool and see what turns up.� What turned up was Joey.

Joey was cute kid, short cropped hair and big blue eyes.� At seven he was normal in size and weight, right at four feet tall and about 50 pounds. He was also a rowdy and mischievous little bugger, bursting with� energy and with a naughty streak... a very naughty streak.� I suspected that he wasn't totally innocent after overhearing a group of older boys at the community pool discussing his willingness to suck dicks.� After I discerned exactly who the boys were talking about, I began to watch him more carefully.

It didn't take me long to determine that he always showed up at the pool unescorted by any adult.� Sometimes he'd arrive with friends, such as the boys I overheard, but most often he was just by himself. On one such day, I approached him in the pool.� Catching him unawares, I snuck up on him from behind, grabbed him and tossed him into the air. Naturally he screamed in surprise and came up laughing and looking about for who did it. Me, I just played the innocent... until he turned his back to me again.� This time he figured it out when he surfaced.�

"Do that again, Mister!" he demanded.� I tossed him in the air again, gleefully squealing.� We did that for awhile then began other games, letting him swim between my legs, horse, that sort of thing, until his friends showed up, then he went off to play with them.�

Over the course of two weeks, I saw him at the pool several times and played with him for while.� I learned that his mother worked and that she was never home until around 6 PM, and I learned where he lived.� I also learned that his mom and dad were divorced and that he hardly ever saw his father, who apparently had better things to do.

One day, we'd been at the pool and playing hard since just before 11 AM and I was getting a bit hungry.� His friends weren't around and he joined me walking home for some lunch, so I showed him where I lived.� "Can I come inside, Mr. Bill?" he asked.

"I don't think your mother would like that very much," I replied.

"She doesn't care," he replied.

"I'm sure that's not true, Joey."

"Yeah, I guess, but how would she know?"

"Mothers have a way of finding out things," I replied.

"She never finds out what I do, unless I break someone's window, and even then she sometimes doesn't find out."

"You break people's windows?"

"Not on purpose."

"Well, that's good!� I didn't think you were mean spirited.

"Now, you run along.� Maybe I'll see you at the pool later this afternoon."

Looking rather dejected, he turned to walk away with his head hanging low. Knowing that my opportunity was now, and that there might never be another, I called after him, "Joey!� Have you had any lunch?"� Of course I knew he hadn't had any lunch yet.

He turned and replied, "No, sir."� Such a polite little boy.

"How about a ham and cheese sandwich and some chips?"

His face lit up and he exclaimed, "Yeah!� I'm starved!"

Once we were inside, I pointed out a problem to him.� "Look, our swim suits are wet and I don't want you ruining my furniture.� I'm going into my room and putting on a pair of dry shorts.� Why don't you go into the bathroom, take off that wet bathing suit and wrap a bath towel around your waist?"

He didn't wait to go into the bathroom and simply shucked his swim suit right there in my living room.� He looked so yummy standing there naked with that wet swim suit waddled up in a knot at his feet.� I looked at him for a good long minute while he stood there grinning.�

"Okay, just take your wet stuff to the bathroom, lay it on the side of the tub and get yourself a towel." He nodded, bent down, picked up the wet swim suit and trotted naked to the bathroom with me following� and checking out his cute butt.� I followed him into the bath and where I stripped off my own wet swimming suit.� I never used the hall bath other than for taking a leak, so there were no towels out.� I rummaged around in the cabinet, giving him ample time to check out my junk before I produced two bath towels.�

With a 40 inch waist, I'm a bit thick in the middle.� Joey had no problem wrapping his towel about his waist, but mine was a little on the skimpy side, but it did the job.

Back in the kitchen I set about making us some lunch.� Every time I moved, my towel loosened up a little.� Finally, while I was slathering bread with mayo, it gave way and fell to the floor.� Joey thought that was very funny.� I secured the towel again, but before I had the sandwiches made, it fell away again.� I secured it once again about my waist, but just as I was bringing the last of our food to the table, it fell once again.� Joey was seated and he got a close-up eye-level look at my cock.

"Gosh, darn it," I muttered as I picked up my towel for the third time, much to Joey's amusement.

"You said a bad word!" he declared gleefully.

"I did not," I replied immodestly holding the towel to my side.

"Did too!"

"I didn't say damn, I said, darn."

"Well, you just said it now!" he pointed out.

I laughed, "Well, you got me there."� I fastened the towel once again, this time securing it with the "knot" centered rather than to one side, and sat down.� Of course with my towel just barely big enough when standing, it wasn't about to stretch and stay fastened.� Immediately it popped open and the sides fell away.

"Sorry, but this towel is just too small," I said to him.

"That's okay.� I don't mind," he replied with a sheepish grin.

"I should have put on some shorts," I added, "but... too late now."� We ate with him checking me out at every opportunity.� I caught him looking more than once.� I just smiled at him and he smiled back.

When he needed more lemonade, I simply rose and walked to the refrigerator naked to retrieve it.� So far everything was going even better than I had ever hoped.� This certainly proved to be the case as I sat down once again after refilling our glasses.

"You've got a big wiener," he said looking at me with those big blue eyes.�

"That's because I'm a grown man," I replied.

"My wiener is really little," countered with an expression of dismay.

"Well, let's see that little wiener," I boldly asked.� As I had expected, he wasn't taken aback by my request, but was eager to me show me his. He stood up and removed his towel.

"My, that a very nice wiener, you have, Joey." I complimented.

"But it's so little!� All the other guys have bigger wieners."

"You mean, Brad and that bunch?� They're older than you."

"I guess," he said with an air of fatality.

Suddenly he perked up and said confidently, "I can make it bigger!"

So there he stood, next to his chair, playing with his little dick.� Sure enough, it got bigger. "See!� It's bigger," he proudly proclaimed.

"My, it is bigger," I agreed, "and so is mine."� I turned so that he could see that my cock was growing erect from watching him play with himself.

"Yeah, it's a lot bigger!" he giggled.� Obviously he wasn't the least bit concerned about any of this.

I wanted to reach out and touch him, but held back to establish some ground rules. "Joey, the other day I overheard Brad saying that you're a naughty boy.� Are you naughty?" He didn't say anything, but quickly looked down at his feet.

"You don't have to answer me," I added, "but don't lie to me."� Again he said nothing and continued to look down at his now nervously moving little feet.

"Is that what you do when go off with those boys some afternoons?" Lifting his head by the chin I asked, "Does your mama know that you're a naughty boy?"�

Finally he blurted out, "No!� And please don't tell her!"

"I'm not going to tell your mother about any of that.� But, you've got to be very careful, Joey.� That Brad is a big blabber mouth.� Someday, someone's going to overhear him and tell your mama. What happens after that, who knows? The only thing for certain is that she's going to be very, very angry with you.� At the very least, she'll give you a whipping.� She might even put you up for adoption!"� His big blue eyes got even bigger.� It was a mean, cruel thing to say to the kid, but I wanted him keep his mouth shut.

"Let me tell you a big secret, Joey my boy.� This is just between you and me and you're not to repeat this to anyone, and that includes Brad or any of his friends.� Want to know my secret?"

"Yes."

"Promise you'll keep it to yourself?"

"I promise," he said sincerely.

"Cross your heart and hope to die promise?"

He crossed himself and declared, "Hope to die!"

"Very well.� Just as you're a naughty boy, I'm a naughty man."

Joey looked at me with a puzzled look, clearly not comprehending what I just said to him.�

"Okay, would you like to have lunch with me every day?"� I asked while reaching out.� I took his little boner between my fingers, gave him a gentle squeeze and added, "Have lunch and play naughty?"

I could see the light bulb going off in his head."Yeah!" he eagerly replied.� I let go of his tiny prick and slid my hand down to fondle his hairless little balls.

"Can I touch yours?" he asked with unconcealed eagerness as I molested him.

"I'd love for you to touch my cock, Joey my boy."

With me still fondling him, he reached out and encircled my hard cock with his little fingers. "That feels nice, you naughty boy, really nice."� I let go of him and sat back to watch and enjoy him playing with my dick.

Soon he had me dribbling pre-cum.� I suppose he thought it was pee, but he saw how it was both thick and slippery at the same time.� He looked up at me with a questioning look.

"It's not pee," I told him.� "Rather it's a natural lubricant that men secrete when they're excited."

"Lubricant?"

"Yeah...� See how slippery it is?� When you get older, you'll make this slippery stuff too, that and other juices."

"What kind of juices?"

"Sperm.� The stuff to make babies."

"Really?"

"Yes, really.� Now, if you're a really naughty boy, you'll get to see what sperm looks like today."

"Okay!"

"Okay, what?� That you'll be a very naughty boy with me today?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, okay."� I gave his little prick a playful squeeze and added, "Our secret, right?"

"Our secret," he replied with a grin while he in turn squeezed my dick.

Pushing the plates out of the way in front of me, I picked him up under the arms.� He was light as a feather, and I stood him on my table.� He looked down at me still sitting, his face filled with wonder, waiting to see what was next.

I ran my hands up his skinny smooth legs and up and over his bare buttocks.� For a good five minutes, simply felt him up, with him never objecting to where ever my hands went, including deep into his cleft and stroking his asshole.� He was very tight back there and I rather doubted that he'd ever been fucked before; concluding that probably not and concluding at the same time that I probably wouldn't fuck him either, at least not with my cock, until he got a little older.���

I had him sit with his butt at the edge of the table in front of me. "Lie back, Joey," I told him and he did.� Gently prying his knees apart, I opened him up to me.� I played with his stiff little boner for just another moment before leaning forward and engulfing that cute little cock.� As I slipped him between my lips and into my warm wet mouth, I heard him moan and his legs twitched.� For the next several minutes, I made love to that little dick with my ever moving tongue and gently sucked him. Except for the occasional involuntary jerking of his legs, he never moved.�

Pulling away, I lifted his legs, pushed them back and opened him up to me.� Knowing little boys aren't exactly the cleanest critters, but knowing that after swimming for several hours that he should be clean enough; he certainly appeared very clean. I attacked his balls first, licking and nibbling.� Not detecting any strong odors, I then moved lower to his virgin boy-pussy.� He jerked when I lapped at his puckered little anus and he cried out when I jammed my tongue into his hole.� Time and again, the stiff tip of my tongue penetrated him until that little hole remained open for several seconds before closing up.�

For the next fifteen, twenty minutes, I ravished him with my mouth, alternating between tonguing his anus, licking his nuts and sucking his dick.� I was in pedo-heaven feasting upon his young body and tried to worm a finger into his butt.� No luck there, I needed some lube.� I never imagined that things would progress so quickly, so I was somewhat unprepared. My pre-cum was positively dripping down my dick, so I tried that, but that wasn't quite sufficient to get any more than just my finger tip into him.�

I needed a Plan B and needed it quick. Lowering the little boy's legs, I got up and grabbed a bottle of olive oil from the counter top.� He was still lying there on my table with his legs dangling off the edge when I returned.� Opening the bottle as I sat down and pouring some over my middle finger without making too big of a mess, I said out loud, "This should do quite nicely, and it's so healthy too."� I chuckled at my little joke, but Joey remained mum.

I raised his legs with my free hand and rubbed some olive oil� into his asshole.� This time as I twisted, my fingertip entered much easier.� Joey grunted as I drove my digit into his young bowels and squirmed around a little, but other than that, he let me defile him without protest.� It wasn't until I was sawing into him that he complained at all, then it was just a little, "Uuhgn!� Uuhgn!� Uuhgn!" as I began finger fucking his ass, and those complaints only lasted for a few moments.

I didn't want to push him too hard too fast and ruin a good thing, so after just a good long minute or three, I stopped my assault.� Once again I backed away and allowed his legs to drop.� For several minutes he lay motionless upon my kitchen table. He began giggling and then drew his knees up.� "You're nasty!" he exclaimed as he reached around and lewdly spread his butt cheeks open.� "You licked my butthole!"

"You have such a nice butthole, Joey," I commented as I raked my fingers across his offered ass.�

"But it's dirty!"

"We've been swimming all morning.� Actually, at the moment, you're very clean," I pointed out.

"You're a nasty man!" he laughed.

"And you're a very naughty boy," I rejoined while goosing his hole and making him giggle. "You like me playing with your butthole, don't you?"

"Yeah!� I felt funny at first, but... Do it again?"

"Better give it a rest, little buddy.� I don't want to make you sore. Besides, it's your turn, don't you think?"

Leaving his butt alone for the moment, I took him by the hands and pulled him upright.� If he had any second thoughts about what I'd just done to him, his mirthful expression didn't show it.� Being direct with him I said, "I want you to suck my dick."

"Can I?" he replied excitedly.� The response kind of surprised me, as I'd forgotten that he was just a little boy, really not all that experienced, and certainly not with adults.

"You ever suck a man's dick?" I asked him.

"No.� I didn't think grownups did that sort of thing."

"With little boys... probably not, but most grownups never have the opportunity.� And quite honestly, I've never had a boy as young as you suck my dick."

"You've played with other boys?"

"Willing boys, like yourself, but a bit older than you.

"Now, enough talk. Come on down and show me what you can do."�

I stood up and helped Joey down off the table. Almost immediately he took my cock into his little hand.� There's just something about standing naked before a young boy and watch him first play with your dick, and then watch him take it into their mouth. He couldn't get much more than just the head in, but who cares?

"Look up at me," I gently said as he mouthed me.� He looked up with those big eyes with my cock sticking out of his mouth and I almost lost it right there.�

As he held me there looking up, it was obvious to me that he really didn't know what he was doing, but what can you expect from a seven year old?� He kind of sucked on it, more like a baby suckling a tit than really sucking a dick.� At least he wasn't scraping me with his teeth.

"Play with my balls," I told him and he began fondling me.

"Move your tongue around," was my next request and I felt his little tongue wiggling on my frenum, that little flap of skin below the base of my glans.

"Yeah, that's the idea, Joey," I praised.

He pulled off and said, "It's kind of slimy."

"That's pre-cum," I tried to explain.� "The lubricant I told you about."

"It's not pee, is it?" he asked with a concerned look.

"No, it's not.� It's sex juice."� I wasn't sure he understood that, so I pressed on. "It's very slippery, isn't it?"� He nodded his agreement.� "Tastes pretty good too, doesn't it?"

"Kinda salty," he replied and then took me into his mouth again, wiggling his tongue and doing a pretty good job of blowing me.� Without coaxing, he backed off a little and ran his tongue all over the head.

After a few minutes he had thoroughly scoured the head.� He pulled off and said, "I want more."

I didn't think he could take any more dick than he already had, so I asked, "More pre-cum?"� He grinned and nodded. Milking my cock tube, I produced another dollop.� He looked up with the biggest grin and attacked my dick again.� I continued milking and he continued gobbling it up. Pretty soon I had that familiar feeling beginning to build.� Not knowing how he'd react to me cumming in his mouth and not wanting to spoil things just as they were getting really good, I pulled away from him.

"Can I do it some more?" he asked with a pensive look.

He was just too adorable.� I know that boys aren't referred to as adorable, but this kid was. I laughed, "Of course you can!" How does one explain to a little kid who's never cum, or at least I don't think he had, that you're too close to cumming and want to hold off for the moment.

"Come with me," I said as I helped him stand up, "I want to show you something. Then you can do it some more."�

His expression brightened and he beamed with a cheerful, "Okay!"

I led my little prize back to my bedroom.� Approaching the bed, I swatted him playfully on his bare butt and he hopped up into the bed.� He didn't seem to mind that the bed was unmade from the morning and Joey sprawled out on his back, eager to continue our games.� I just couldn't resist and leaned over, sucking his little prick between my lips and into my mouth.� I watched his look of awe as I slobbered, sucked, and licked him all over, and not just his tasty little dick and balls, but his tummy and his little nipples too, but mostly I sucked and orally caressed his little dick.�

Releasing my pride and joy, I asked him, "Do you beat off?"

"I don't know," he answered with a puzzled look.

"Either you do or you don't, and if you do, you'd know you do.� Here let me show you."

I took his cute boner between my fingers.� He was so small that I barely had room for my middle and index fingers on the underside of his dick.� Then I began the age old up and down on his shaft, deforming the head with every down stroke.� Once again his big eyes, got even bigger.� Soon he was squirming around , trying to get away, but not really trying, if you know what I mean.� A look of concern, then near panic spread across his face.� "Ahh!� Ahh! Ahh!" he cried out and then I felt his little pecker throb.� "Ahhhhhh!" he cried out as his eyes shut tightly, his face a mask of agony, his back arched.

"'Ahhhhh!" he loudly cried out again and then he collapsed onto the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps.� His eyes opened with the most terrified look.�

"Hey, you're okay," I comforted.� "That was a cum.� Fun, huh?"

"I thought I was dying," he blurted out.� "Am I dying?"

"No, you're not dying, but the French do call it the "little death."

"They do?" he asked still concerned.

"Yes, but no one has ever died from it.� Feels really intense, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"You guess?� I bet you want to do it again!"

"Yeah!� Can we do that again?"

"You've got to give it a little rest first.� Meanwhile, I want you to do that to me and make me cum.� Now, just take my dick between your fingers... yeah, just like that and move your hand up and down...

"Easy!� Easy... that's better, just like that.

"In a moment my pre-cum will start oozing out.� You can lick it off, but keep beating my dick... That's a good boy...

"Yeah, lick that shit up, boy.

"Now, when I cum, white goo is going to shoot out of my dick.� That goo is called semen and it has sperm in it, sperm to make babies with."�

He immediately stopped beating my dick and asked, "Are you going to put a baby in me?"

"No, no, no.... You're a boy, boys don't have babies."

"But you said..."

"Forget what I said about babies.� Just make me cum.

"C'mon, flog that lizard!

"That's good, Joey, just like that."

After a few minutes of stroking, the kid got me off.� Having just been on the edge a few minutes before, it was a damned good cum and I launched some good wads up on my chest and my tummy.� Unfortunately, Joey, surprised at my reaction, stopped before I finished shooting off.� Oh, well, he'll learn.� Besides the point was to show him how a man cums and what it looks like, and I'd accomplished my goals quite handily, if you'll pardon the well-worn pun.

"Ewwwww!" he muttered. "What is that stuff?"

"That's cum, sperm laden semen.� You're too young to make cum, but when you're older, it'll look like this stuff," I explained while stirring some on my tummy with a finger.� I brought my finger up to my lips and sucked it clean.� I could see by the skewed look on his face that he was thinking what I did was gross.� I dipped my finger again and brought up a nice creamy blob.�

"Want to taste it?" I asked holding my finger towards him as he recoiled.

"It's not bad tasting. Really, it isn't.� It's made in my nuts. That's what a guy's balls are for, to make this stuff.� It's the elixir of creation."

Again it was apparent that he didn't have a clue what I was talking about.� It really didn't matter, as I was certain he'd taste it in the next few days when I did cum in his mouth.� I just wanted him to know what it was.

"You want to suck my dick again?" I asked hoping to push him along. The wrinkled up nose told me what he thought about that.� "You said you wanted to suck my dick again."

"Ewww!� No!� Not now!"

"Okay, have it your way.� Now, do me a big favor and go get me a towel out of my bathroom."� Being eager to please, Joey hopped out my bed, dashed into the adjoining master bath and came running back with a towel for me to clean up with.�

With my semen all mopped up, I felt a drowsiness come over me.� Closing my eyes for just a moment, I...

I woke with a start.� Coming to my senses, I realized that I wasn't in a rather strange boat after all. I smiled at my sleeping little boy, all nude and yummy.� I glanced over at the clock.� It was ten minutes to three!� I must have slept longer than I had thought.� I nudged Joey.� He mumbled something in protest.�

"Wake up, Joey!� Wake up!" I've got to get ready for my next class and you've got to go home."

"I don't wanna go home," he whimpered half asleep.

"Come on, you have to get up and go home.� I have to get ready for work."

He sat up looking like he'd been drugged.� "Can't I stay?"

"Play time is over.� I've got things I have to do and you need to go home or go back to the pool."

He was looking at my cock.� I'm not sure if I could have refused him if he asked to suck it again.� He looked up and asked, "Can I come over and play again tomorrow?"

"Tell you what, I'll meet you at the pool late tomorrow morning. We'll play in the water for a while, then we'll have lunch together again."

"But can we play? Like we played today?"

"Of course we can!"� He giggled and squirmed away as I sneaked a quick peck at his pecker.

It was hard to have to make him get dressed and then scoot him out the door.� But, there's always tomorrow to look forward to.�