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!

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