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.

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