EVERYBODY MEET JETT, EVERYBODY MEET NICHOLAS
By Zachyboy
M/b, oral, anal

Me: Hey, Jett! Slow down! Where you going so fast, buddy?

Jett: I'm getting away from you! You're funny!

Me: What do you mean I'm funny!

Jett: I mean, you like to pull my pants down! You like to sniff my
ass-butt!

Me: Well, yeah! But we've talked about this before, buddy. I sniff your
ass-butt, then I give you money.

Jett: Nuh-uh. Too much tickles.

Me: Too much tickles? You mean it tickles when I sniff your ass-butt?

Jett: Yeah! And it makes my dinky get hard.

Me: But that's good, Jett! That's good when your dinky gets hard. It feels
neat that way.

Jett: Nuh-uh. It stretches when it gets hard! OUCH!

Me: Aw, I'm sorry, Jett. I didn't know it made ouches when your dinky gets
hard. Most boys like hard dinkies! Tell you what we can do this time...

Jett: ((crossing his arms a little suspiciously)) What?

Me: This time when your dinky gets hard, I'm going to put my mouth around
it and suck on it.

Jett: ((this is the craziest thing he's ever heard of)) WHAT??? You're
gonna suck on my DINKY???

Me: Yep. I'm gonna suck it in my mouth and go up and down on it and it's
going to make it tickle, and make it not be so hard anymore.

Jett: ((this is hilarious!)) No way!!

Me: ((nodding vigorously)) Way!!

Jett: ((aw, this is just craziness)) NO WAY!!!

Me: ((firmly, smiling, nodding, happy)) WAY!

Jett: ((he pauses to consider this)) Okay. So wait....

Me: Yes?

Jett: First you sniff my ass-butt? 

Me: Right.

Jett: Then my dinky gets hard?

Me: Right.

Jett: Then you go on the other side of me and suck on my dinky?

Me: Yes.

Jett: And it gets tickly?

Me: Yes, it does.

Jett: ((unsure)) And then the hard stretchy OUCH part goes away?

Me: Exactly.

Jett: ((still a little confused)) And I still get money for it?

Me: Yes. You still get money for it.

Jett: The same five dollars?

Me: Yes. The same five dollars.

Jett: ((he pauses, considers this, and then says daringly)).... SIX
dollars.

Me: Okay, six dollars.

Jett: ((grinning, hoping beyond hope)...SEVEN dollars!

Me: Don't get greedy, Jett.

Jett: Fine. Six dollars.

Me: Agreed. Six dollars.

Jett: Right now?

Me: Right now.

Jett: Where?

Me: Up in my office. Just like last time. It's Saturday, Jett. Nobody's
there.

Jett: Okay, fine.

Me: Come here. Let me help you off the fence. Your pants leg is stuck.

Jett: ((as he climbs down onto you)) Your wiener is already hard. I can see
it in your pants. It's a boner. ((he giggles))

Me: It's always a boner when I talk to you, Jett. It always gets hard like
that.

Jett: ((giggles)) You're weird.

Me: Someday I'm going to put my boner in your mouth, Jett.

Jett: ((laughs)) No way!

Me: Way. And someday I'm going to put it in your ass-butt.

Jett: ((shocked)) SUPER no way!

Me: Oh yeah. Super way.

Jett: ((he pauses, considers this))...Will it hurt?

Me: A little.

Jett: Okay, but it'll cost you WAY more six dollarses.

Me: Fine. More six dollarses. Now run up ahead to my office Jett. Run
upstairs and go inside. Take off your pants and take off your undies. I'll
be there in a second.

Jett: Where are you going?

Me: I have to run into the store for a second.

Jett: For what?

Me: For some stuff that makes my finger slippery.

Jett: Why does your finger have to be slippery?

Me: You'll see, Jett. It's a special game. It's a fun game.

Jett: ((excited)) Really?

Me: Yeah, Jett. It’s called the Finger-Slippery Game. I'll teach it to
you.

Jett: (intrigued and convinced)) Okay!

Me: Run up ahead, Jett. You know which office is mine. The door's open.

Jett: Okay. Take my pants off?

Me: Take your pants off.

Jett: And my undies?

Me: And especially your undies.

Jett: ((scampering off)) Okay! See you soon!

Me: ((adjusting my hard-on)) See you soon, Jett -- see you soon!

Jett's a good boy, everybody.

Everybody meet Jett.

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Out of all the kids at the neighborhood BBQ and pool party, your
co-worker's son Nicholas was the last boy you expected to hit on you.

He was cute as fuck, and you sure liked looking at him, but he didn't seem
especially flirty. You smiled at him a couple of times, he smiled back, and
that was it.

He knows you're gay. All the neighbors and their kids do. But nobody
cares. It's never been a thing.

So Nicholas went on playing with the other kids and you assumed his
grown-man fuck-focus was at zero-awareness like most kids.

But it just goes to show, you never know.

Even YOU get the lack of signals wrong sometimes.

Because on his way inside the house (with all the upstairs bedrooms
completely deserted, because all the grown-ups are drunk and happy,
mingling in the lawn), cute little Nicholas passes you a note. Just a
little slip of folded-up paper he slips in your hand as he walks by,
smiling right into your eyes.

You watch him walk past you, and you swear he shakes it at you a little.

Cute little boy ass in board shorts. You swear he gives it a wiggle as he
passes right by you.

Then he stops at the door, looks back over his shoulder and smiles at you
again before going in the house and closing the door behind him.

Still mesmerized by his prettiness, you unfold the note, and read what it
says.

Scrawl-scratched 12-year-old kid-writing in pencil.

Tiny misspelled words in unmistakable boy-print.

"Put youre cock in my hole i already have vassaleen in my butt i'm horny
lets butt fuck"

Your heart skips a beat and you think it’s too risky, but your dick
tells you otherwise.

Like a cock-happy zombie, you blissfully follow Nicholas and his pretty,
wiggling, pre-lubed bottom into the house, up the stairs, and into his
sweet, messy, Marvel Avengers bedroom.

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He’s sitting on his lower bunk bed, naked and hard. And fuck, he's
pretty.

You walk up to him, releasing your hard cock right in his face.

“Take care of this for me, Nick, will ya?”

His mouth opens and his pretty lips wrap around your head, closing his eyes
and moaning at the salty goo.

Didn't even take convincing. This kid is ready.

“That’s it, sweetie,” you whisper approvingly. “Good boy,
Nicholas. Eat that cock.”

He goes to work skillfully. Boys shouldn't be this good.

Wherever his skill came from, it didn’t come from you.

God bless Daddy, or Uncle Steve, or Counselor Benj at summer camp, or
whoever got him first. Whoever taught him to suck a cock like this one.

Motherfucker, he’s good.

Before you can gag him with a nut load, you pull it out of his mouth.

“Up you go,” you coax him up.

He stands, starts to turn around, starts to bend over the bunk bed for the
fuck that is coming, but you grab him by the arm.

“Nuh-uh,” you tell him. “Not so fast.”

He looks up at you, confused, but eager to please.

You take his face in your hands. Lift it upwards. Kiss him fully on the
mouth, the lips, his wide-open flavor.

Tongue that tastes like barbecue sauce. Like mustard.  Like your cock.

You kiss him until he’s moaning. His cock is a nail. It’s a spike. He
reaches for it with his hand. To jack himself. To try to cum.

“You wanna fuck me, Nicholas?” you whisper in his ear.

He whimpers.

“You a big enough boy to stick it in me and fuck?”

He nods. He whimpers. You spit on your hand. You rub it on his cock. You
bend over the bed for him.

He jabs it in, shaking, with no finesse at all. You wince. It’s
skinny. Like a sharp little stick.

“Fuck my ass, Nicky,” you grunt through the baby-pain. “Shoot your
jizz in me. You make jizz?”

“No,” he whimpers. But neither one of you care.

He fucks you hard, not expecting this turn of events.

He does it fast, like you might change your mind.

And shaking, and making a noise that sounds like “eee-eee-eee!” he
clenches your hips and he jabs himself into you, shit-shaking, quivering
and slender, his dick twitching inside your ass, trying to make babies
it’s not cleared to make yet.

He shakes. He grunts. He quiets down.

You flip him around and now it’s your turn.

“You got Vaseline in your ass already, huh buddy?” you whisper in his
ear.

“Yeah,” he whispers back. “I got ready, just in case.”

“Just in case what?” you whisper.

“Just in case you fucked me.” he said, and you can see him blush.

“Like this?” you growl, and you stick part of your cock in.

“Oh God,” he moans. “Oh God. Oh yeah.”

“Like this?” you ask him, and you give him some more.

“Oh, please,” he whimpers. “Oh please, put it ALL in. Put it ALL
in, as hard as you can.”

He DOES have Vaseline in his ass. Your cock sinks right in. Deeply, firmly,
it slides right in.

He makes little noises high in his throat, like a puppy. Like a sparrow.

“Oh fuck me, oh fuck me,” he’s shaking and gasping. He needed
this. Fuck, he needed this.

“Here it comes, baby. Here comes my wad up your butt.”

You knew you weren’t going to last. There was no fucking way.

“Take my cum, Nicky baby. Take my fucking hot cum.”

He clenches the bed sheets and pushes his ass back as hard against you as
he can. Where he finds the courage to do that, you’ll never
know. Because now you’re in hard. Now you’re seven inches deep and
fucking his guts out.

“NNNGGGGGHHHHH!” you scream, unloading a torrent. A gusher of man
cum. A christening of semen, down deep in his colon.

He squeals and makes his “eee” sound again. He's squealing and he's
clenching. He's trembling from head to toe and whispering "yes, yes!" He
pisses a little on the bed sheets. He can’t help it. He needed that
cock. Fuck, did he need that.

“That’s it, baby,” you smile in his ear. “Feels good to piss a
little when you get fucked hard, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yeah,” he whispers. “Oh, man. Oh, yeah.”

You kiss his neck. His ear. His sweet, sweaty spine. You pull out. Lick
down his back. Lick his ass, open and pulsing. Sweaty boy. Greasy lube. All
of your cum, bubbling, dripping and oozing back out. You eat it all while
he moans and wiggles.

While you're sucking his asshole, he's already thinking of his excuse.

Why he was away from the party so long.

Had to find his iPad, he’ll say.

Wanted to show Benny some video clips.

Wanted to show some YouTube clips to Benny and Ryan.

He’ll cover for you too.

Cover for you until you wipe your cock off, come down and compose yourself.

He'll tell his 'rents you’re upstairs pooping.

They won’t care. They’re half lit.

And Nicholas covers. And nobody knows.

And it’s not the last time he pre-lubes himself for you.

Not by a longshot, that kid.

He lets you fuck him all summer long.

He lets your brother Brad fuck him too.

Nicholas is very, very cooperative and generous.

And always pre-lubed. 

He likes to be ready, just in case you fuck him.

Nicholas is a good boy, everybody.

Everybody meet Nicholas.

I wonder who we’re going to meet next.

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Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com