Author: wolfcub Title: Roaming the Neighborhood Summary: A pre-teen boy on summer vacation roams the neighborhood, hooking up with girls of various ages. Keywords: Fb bg+ fb Hunter woke up with a boner. That was happening pretty much every day, now, for the past six months. The twelve-year-old unconsciously fondled his balls for a moment, then gave his erection a few, slow strokes. It would be so easy to stroke himself off right now, he thought, but he knew he should save it. He got up and walked, bleary-eyed, past the bathroom (no point in even trying, just yet), making his way to the kitchen without bothering to dress. It was only 7 o'clock, but his mother had already left for work, so he was alone and could enjoy being naked. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and thought about how he should be taking advantage of summer vacation to sleep in, but was, instead, availing himself of other opportunities--rare opportunities, for most boys his age. By the time he had finished his cereal, his erection had subsided enough to make a trip to the bathroom worthwhile. After that, he donned his favorite pair of shorts (a loose-fitting, just-above-mid-thigh pair with an elastic waistband that felt almost like going without) and headed out the door. He cut through the alley and an empty, wooded lot and made his way to another apartment complex just a block from his own. He skirted the edge of the property to the woods behind, climbed a tree, and waited. He didn't have to wait long before a blue car pulled into the parking lot and stopped in front of the last apartment, closest to the tree in which he sat. He swung down and met the driver at the door to the ground-floor apartment. Jennifer was a nurse, and she worked the night shift at the community hospital. Hunter couldn't remember exactly how old she was (forty?)--just that she was older than his mother, but not nearly as old as his grandmother. She smiled at him as she unlocked and opened the door, allowing him to enter first. Before Jennifer had even closed the door, Hunter had shucked his shorts and was standing in the middle of the living room, facing Jennifer, with a mischievous smile on his face and a four-and-a-half inch boy boner poking up from between his legs. Jennifer chuckled. "Wow! It's not even 7:30, yet, and my handsome little stud is raring to go!" She walked forward and gave him a warm, enveloping hug. Hunter drew a deep breath. He loved the way Jennifer smelled, and he savored her scent. They enjoyed each other's embrace for a long moment, then Jennifer released him, stepped back, and allowed Hunter to remove the top of the scrubs she was wearing. He deftly removed her bra, then she led him to the couch. Jennifer sat down, and Hunter crawled into her lap and snuggled closely to her as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. Jennifer loved suckling Hunter and insisted that he spend at least five minutes at each breast before allowing him in her bed. She smiled at the thought that--if they kept this up--she might actually start making milk for him. While Hunter suckled, Jennifer ran her fingers through his hair and caressed the soft skin of his shoulders, back, buttocks, and legs. He was in that perfect place between sweet little boy and horny teenager that Jennifer found irresistible. Hunter released her nipple and gave Jennifer a hopeful look. She smiled and nodded. Hunter leapt from her lap, grabbed her hand, and nearly drug her to the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Hunter knelt in front of her and removed her shoes and socks. She then leaned back on her elbows and raised her hips so that he could remove her pants, then her panties. She scooted towards the middle of the bed and spread her legs, welcoming her pre-teen lover. Hunter wasted no time mounting her, but he didn't start thrusting, right away. He pushed in deep and held himself there, enjoying the warm, wet, velvety feeling of her pussy engulfing his cock. He waited as long as his young body could, then he began with slow, gentle thrusts. He always wanted his time with Jennifer to last, and he exercised his utmost control with her; however, Jennifer was quite noisy, in bed, and in between her moans and grunts, she urged Hunter on with whimpering words of encouragement. "That's it, baby! Just like that! You know just the right way to make me happy." Hunter's pace increased, involuntarily. "Yeah, baby! Work that little cock of yours in me. Work it hard!" Hunter was fighting to maintain control, but he was losing the battle. "That's it! That's it! Give it to me! Give it to me hard!" Hunter let out a loud grunt. "Ungh!" He pressed hard against Jennifer as the first squirt of cum rippled down his penis. "Ungh!" A second squirt erupted from his penis, then he filled her vagina with a series of withering pulses. At last, he collapsed on top of her as the muscles of her vagina spasmed around his softening cock, tugging at it in an effort to milk every last drop of semen from it. As their breathing slowed, they both drifted off to sleep. Hunter awoke with a start. He climbed off Jennifer and sat up on the bed, next to her. He had only been asleep for fifteen minutes, but it always seemed longer. From experience, he knew that Jennifer would sleep through the morning, exhausted from her 12-hour shift. He groggily made his way to the living room and slipped into his shorts before heading out. Hunter wound his way through the bushes in the woods behind Jennifer's apartment building and made his way to a creek, which he followed until he came to one of the hiking trails that criss-crossed the park he was in now. The sun was still low enough in the sky that the soft sand was cool, and he enjoyed the feeling of it under his bare feet. Being a weekday, the park was deserted, and Hunter reveled in the still, quiet solitude of the morning. In a few hours, it would be blazing hot, but now was the perfect time to be rambling through the woods. He was half-tempted to remove his shorts, but the one time he had braved it, last summer, he had come across an elderly couple. They had seemed more amused than offended, but the embarrassment remained vivid in his memory. An hour of wandering, including stopping to throw rocks in the pond, to climb a tree, or to play with the odd tortoise, brought him to the far edge of the park that bordered a housing development. There, he met up with Shelby and Desiree. Shelby was ten and Desiree was eleven. They were a year behind him in school, but he had known them since he was in fourth grade. He had often seen them at lunch or on the playground. Hunter couldn't decide which girl he liked more. Shelby was a little chubby, but in a cute way, with medium-length, wavy blond hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She already had a sizable pair of buds on her chest. Desiree, despite being a year older than Shelby, was flat-chested and thin, with long, frizzy, golden-brown hair that fell just short of the middle of her back. Today, they were both wearing shorty shorts that covered none of their thighs and rode low on their hips. Shelby had on a string-bikini top, and Desiree was wearing a halter that left her belly as exposed as Shelby's. Both girls were barefoot. Hunter's penis was already beginning to stir. Shelby immediately threw herself at Hunter, pressing her soft flesh against his in a warm, more-than-friendly hug. When she at last relaxed her grip on him, Hunter kissed her briefly on the lips and gave her belly a quick rub. Desiree wormed her way between Hunter and Shelby, wriggling her body against his before planting an enthusiastic kiss on his mouth. Desiree was a good kisser, and she made much better use of her tongue than did Shelby, who still thought that was a little too gross. After a rather long kiss, Desiree smiled deviously as she gave Hunter's now-fully erect penis a firm squeeze through his shorts. "Wanna play house?" House with Desiree was a very different affair from the game one might play with your typical eight- to ten-year-old girls. It involved exploring new ways of teasing a boy into thinking that he was moments away from getting to do the thing that all boys want to do with girls, then diverting to some mundane aspect of the game that the younger and innocent girls played. Shelby and Desiree tag-teamed, and they were experts at it. They were usually able to string Hunter along for a good thirty minutes, or more, before Hunter stopped playing along and turned his frustration towards the other game the girls liked to play. Today, Desiree was the mommy who wasn't quite in the mood. After putting "baby" Shelby to bed, Desiree feigned a yawn, and said, "I'm so tired! I think I'll go right to sleep." Of course, Hunter protested, and the fight was on between giggles and admonitions against "waking the baby." Desiree was feisty, and despite being a year younger and quite a bit lighter than Hunter, she put up a good fight. The unspoken rule was that Hunter had to get the girl's top off first before making a move for her shorts. Hunter would have had Shelby's bikini top off in a flash, but Desiree's halter was proving more daunting. Nevertheless, Hunter was able to force Desiree onto her back, and with the full weight of his body on hers, got his hands under her top and was able to force it over her head. A twist and roll left Desiree topless, but free. She scrambled to her feet, but Hunter was fast, too. He tackled Desiree in a grassy area and used her struggle to get away from him to assist in removing her shorts and panties with one tug. As he had already removed his own shorts at "bed time," he pounced onto Desiree's back, ready to take her. Desiree, however, was not one to give up--even in the face of defeat. She pulled her legs together and scrunched her arms closely to her body, steadfastly refusing to allow Hunter to roll her over. Hunter leaned over Desiree's shoulders and began nibbling at her ears and neck. This caused Desiree to erupt into a fit of giggling. She tried to squirm out from under Hunter, which gave him the opportunity to flip her onto her back. Still, she kept her legs tightly clamped together. Hunter was momentarily stymied. He had forced Desiree's legs apart with his own, but with all her struggling, he needed a hand to guide his penis into her; however, if he let go of one of her arms, which he had pinned over her head, it left him open to a renewed attack from her. Hunter pushed his body hard against Desiree's. Desiree was momentarily startled by the force of Hunter's push. This gave Hunter an opening, and he swiftly pushed his raging erection fully into Desiree's vagina. Usually, this was the point at which Desiree would submit to Hunter, allowing him to have his way with her, But today, Desiree was playing a new game. She continued to fight, stubbornly trying to dislodge Hunter's penis from her vagina and throw him off her, but the harder she fought, the harder Hunter fought. Even after Hunter began ejaculating, Desiree continued to fight, and Hunter struggled to keep his penis inside her. Finally, after Hunter's penis softened enough to slip out of her, Desiree was able to throw Hunter off. She sat up and--for a moment--she looked furious. But then a smile slipped past her veil of anger, and she began to laugh out loud. Hunter laughed with her. He decided that he liked this new game. Shelby's mother wasn't home, as she usually was, which afforded the opportunity for the rare nude swim in Shelby's backyard pool. After lazily drying off in the sun for while, Hunter casually rolled onto Shelby, taking her slowly and gently--the way she most often preferred. Although Hunter still had the small, slender cock of a boy, his prostate worked overtime. Even though this was his third ejaculation of the morning, he still left a considerable mess inside Shelby--a mess that made her giggle when it leaked out. Hunter hung out with Shelby and Desiree for another hour before excusing himself. He had a lunch date on the other side of the park, and he had to run at a considerable pace to make it on time. Julie was a college student in her sophomore year. She got home to her apartment after morning classes shortly after noon, and Hunter was usually there to greet her. Fortunately for Hunter, today she had brought home a generous quantity of Big Macs, fries, milk shakes, and apple pies. Julie was minoring in photography (whatever that meant, Hunter thought any time she mentioned it). What he did understand was that that meant he was the subject of relentless shutter clicking for most of the time he was with her. Today, he insisted on eating first, but that didn't stop Julie from photographing the process of him devouring his lunch--including her share of the fries and her apple pie. Sometimes, they would go to the playground around the corner, and Julie would photograph him playing on the equipment. More than once, she had talked him into a few, quick nude shots. Hunter found it simultaneously exciting and terrifying to be naked in a public place--even if no one hardly ever came around at that time of day. Nude indoor shots were a daily given. Julie never seemed to run out of ideas for new ways to pose Hunter. She had a substantial collection of series on him. What Hunter didn't even suspect was that each and every series had been posted on the Internet, and he had quite a following--worldwide. After lunch, Julie and Hunter crawled into bed, together. Julie enjoyed snuggling naked with Hunter as he napped, and she would often nap, herself. When they woke up, they would languorously make love: softly caressing each other's bodies, gently kissing each other all over. Hunter would often slowly thrust in Julie for a short time, then stop and withdraw from her, then they would nuzzle for a while before Hunter would mount her, again. It was a slow, unhurried process that was ecstasy for Julie. Julie sat up and examined the mess between her legs. "We're gonna have to start using condoms. I've been letting you cum in me for too long." Hunter grunted, uncomittedly. "You're twelve, now," Julie continued, "And if it isn't, already, your semen is going to be teaming with sperm before much longer. The only problem is that I'm not sure I'll be able to find ones small enough to fit your little sausage." Hunter rolled over onto his side and propped his head up on his bent arm. His face indicated that he didn't share Julie's concern. "Do you want to make a baby in me?" It was an accusal rather than an offer. Hunter thought about that for a moment. He knew how babies were made, but he didn't really think about it. Having sex was just fun. He tried to imagine Jennifer--or Shelby or Desiree--with a swollen belly. He couldn't quite picture it. Julie, however, he could picture pregnant. Not only that, but he was rather excited by the prospect. "Do you want to have my baby?" It came out "my baby" and not "a baby," as he thought he had intended. "I need to finish college and get a job--and a husband--before I think about having babies." Julie leaned over toward the night stand and grabbed her camera, which she tossed to Hunter. "Here! Take a picture of the mess you've made!" She leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs. As he snapped a few pictures, Hunter once again imagined Julie's belly swollen with a baby. He rather liked the idea. "Do you make your boyfriends wear condoms?" "You mean my *other* boyfriends, stud puppy? I don't have sex with my other boyfriends. Your little penis is the only one I let snuggle up inside me, sweetheart." Hunter hung out and watched TV, for a while, while Julie studied. He was lounging in front of the TV in his own living room shortly before his mother arrived home. "I hope you weren't lying on the couch watching TV all day," his mother chided, playfully. She knew from his tanned body and sweaty hair that he hadn't been. "I'm gonna take a shower, then you need to take one, too. Then we'll go out to eat. I'm too tired to cook." Going out meant the local pizzeria, which meant that Hunter could get away with just shorts and a t-shirt. He hated getting dressed in the summer. He tossed his shirt the moment they returned home. That night, Hunter snuggled with his mother as they watched a movie. She couldn't help but notice the obvious little tent in the front of his brief, baggy shorts. "You know?" his mother teased. "Now that you're older, maybe we should see about getting you a girlfriend, so you don't have to spend your summer all alone." "Mom!" Hunter complained with his best, drawn-out whine. If she only knew! ----- If you enjoyed this story (or any of my other stories), I would appreciate a quick comment. Thanks! https://secure.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=KYKADDHQSDHAFCAVRWRM