His smooth, small bum fit in my right hand as he ground his smooth, small dick into my crotch. The boy laid on top of me in his bed, naked and sweating just as I was. His medium-length brown hair just under my nose smelled of shampoo, but the rest of him - and his bedroom - smelled of hormones and boys. An eight year old could smell of sex when coupled with the right man, it seemed. We'd started out with shy kisses, as we always did, after a long talk about our day. He was fidgety as usual, unable to stop squeezing and pulling at his tiny package in his boxers. This act of unconscious horniness always turned me on, and it wouldn't take long for our tongues to meet, our last layers of thin underwear to be shed, and our hands to roam each others' bodies. He was self-conscious about his tiny genitals. His velvety ballsac was pretty average for a boy his age, but his dick was, admittedly, a little small. Perhaps an inch soft, he stretched out to about two inches hard, his foreskin covering the head unless coaxed backward. I had uncovered his small head with my fingertips a few minutes earlier, as he laid with his back on my chest, and he sighed with delight, then turned his attention to my own hard cock jutting obscenely from between his legs, just below where my hands were masturbating him slowly. His own hand action was pulling my foreskin back and forth over my juicy knob, but before long my tongue's delicate work in his tasty left ear was too much for the boy. He flipped himself over, facing me now, his mouth briefly on mine before he moved his torso downward for a meeting between my large, shaven-smooth sack and his own immature balls. We had enjoyed oral sex on each other in the past, his concern over his small size melting away as I licked his nuts, hummed over the head of his dick, consumed his entire crotch inside my hot mouth. The boy was becoming a pretty good cocksucker himself, having brought me to orgasm several times with his lips and tongue and lots of saliva. Tonight, however, it seemed he was going to content himself with grinding his hips into mine. He told me it tickled down there a minute ago, but the boy was now nearly silent, only his heavy breathing betraying what was going on between us. The friction was too much. I came first, flooding his groin, chest and chin with my semen. It was an unbelievable cum, and I thrust my hips upwards, off the bed and into his own hard penis, both hands now holding tight to his sexy bum. This new glide proved too hot for the boy, and he too had an orgasm, immature but intense, his small dick coated in my jizz, throbbing as he squealed in delight. It took a few minutes for both of us to come down from this high. We finally had to peel ourselves apart, both soaked in sweat and my sperm, his bedsheets a mess. I watched him stand up next to the bed, his body glistening in the low streetlight that came in through the window, and my heart was once again filled with love for the boy, our lust relieved for now. We grabbed our old underwear, sponged each other off as best we could, and stumbled into my larger, cleaner bed down the hall. Much of the remaining semen would dry on our bodies overnight as we cuddled, there for discovery the next morning, a reminder of the fun we'd had together the night before. --- Comments? twonk at hushmail dawt com