From: mwaggen@sirius.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Skateboarders - (m/b b/b w/s, scat)
Date: Fri, 26 Apr 1996 03:49:49 GMT

			  The Skateboarders
		     A Short Story of Young Lust
				 by
			    Chuckie Cheez
			     Chapter One

	It was Friday afternoon, the weekend was upon me. Hot damn,
summer in the city. It was quite a climb up the hill to the Cal State
campus, but the Chevy Blazer was passing other cars that were having a
hard time making the grade. I was on my way to one of the cruisiest
bathrooms in the state. Located on the top of a high hill, not only
did it command a excellent view, it brought a few of the more daring
local kids up there on skateboards to fly down the hill crisscrossing
the lanes making you feel that what they really wanted to do was kill
themselves

	The day could not have been nicer. Not only was it warm and
sunny, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The view, which was
usually obscured by smog, fog, or low lying clouds was crystal clear
and you could see all the way to San Francisco, twenty miles away. I
found a place to park, and got out. Since I had the air conditioning
on in the truck, I hadn't realized just how hot it was outside, and
me, in long pants. I grabbed my pack, which had my shorts in it, and
headed for the bathroom.

	Adjacent to the college football stadium it was your typical
bathroom, three sinks lined up on one wall, and two shitters and a
piss-trough on the other. No windows to look in, just some low vent
holes in the brick wall to let air and some light in. Between the two
stalls was a glory-hole about eight inches in diameter. In the stall
next to the piss trough there was a hole through which you could see
people standing there taking a piss, and you could see who was coming
in the door.

	As I walked through the door there was a young boy, about
thirteen, standing at the piss-trough reading the graffiti on the
wall. It said, "SHOW HARD FOR GOOD BLOW JOB." I took in the beauty of
this vision of adolescence. He was somewhere in the neighborhood of
four and a half feet tall and probably weighed ninety pounds. He had
fine, wispy strawberry-blonde hair that fell down the back of his head
to his neck. He turned around and shot me a glance and I could see
that his deep brown eyes were sizing me up. He didn't seem afraid,
just apprehensive. I walked over to the sink, where I could see him in
the mirror and began to wash my hands.

	I watched him, trying to get a glimpse of what I imagined was
pubescent cock at its very best. He didn't look back over his
shoulder. He just stood there with his back to me, but I could not
hear piss hitting the metal trough.

	I dried my hands and picked my pack up off the floor and took
my shorts out. I unbuttoned my 501's and slid them off. Since it was
summertime and hot, I was not wearing any undershorts. He turned
around just as I was reaching down to slide my shorts on. He was
wearing an oversized "Thrasher," tee-shirt of the kind that is popular
with kids his age. (You know, the kind that comes down and hides the
crotch and ass, as though they know that every queen in the world is
trying to see.) He had on a pair of black spandex shorts with an
orange strip down the left leg. High top tennis shoes with no socks
and bright orange laces completed the outfit.

	As I stood there, naked from the waist down, I glanced over at
him and quickly decided that underneath those shorts was the sweetest
cock I could ever hope for. He lingered for just a moment as he
surreptitiously glanced at my nakedness. My cock had started to swell
to its fullest, and while it was not totally hard, he could see that
I was getting a hard-on. He shot me a grin that was almost a smile,
picked up his skate board and rolled out the door.

	I was heart-broken to say the least. My heart was pounding
like mad. I thought for sure that I was going to score this boy-chick
and make him feel better than he had ever felt in his life. I peeked
out the door and saw him disappear around the fence. I heard his
skateboard hit the ground and listened as it rumbled out of earshot.
Dejectedly I returned to the stall closest to the piss-trough, where I
could see who was coming in the door.

	I had sat there for about ten minutes when I heard someone
coming. I leaned over and looked through the eyeball sized hole to see
who was entering my domain. My heart was again pounding like crazy, I
just knew it was him coming back, even though I had not heard the
skateboard. It wasn't. It was however one of the college students I
had seen in there before. He had been leaving one day just as I
arrived. He bent down to see under the stalls to be sure the one next
to me was empty, came over, opened the stall door and slowly walked
in.

	Like I said, I had seen him in there before. He was six foot
plus tall, probably weighed in at around 165 pounds. His short black
hair was wet from perspiration, he had on those popular spandex pants.
The same type as the skateboarder, I thought. A black tank top and
white tennies completed the outfit. I was ready.

	As he prepared to sit down on the commode, I could feel him
looking through the glory-hole to see what I was doing. I slowly
stroked my semi-hard cock, not really letting him see the meat, but
just the action of my arm. He pulled down his shorts, and I could just
barely catch a glimpse of his soft tool as he sat down. I watched the
cock-hole as his right arm began moving in that familiar pattern that
indicates that he is not just there to shit

	I began to stroke my cock harder and moved my arm just a bit
so that he could see that my cock was hard and ready. He shifted
slightly on the seat of the toilet and there it was. Just as I had
suspected, it was about nine inches long and six inches around.
Circumcised meat and throbbing for the suck. I pulled my tee-shirt up
slightly revealing my hard cock. I jacked myself off for a few seconds
leaning back on the seat to give him a full view and let my intentions
be known. I leaned forward again to look in his side and he had pushed
his pants down around his ankles to give me a full view of his
luscious manhood. It was fully erect and the mushroom top was aching
to be toyed with. His piss-slit was oozing the pre-cum of excitement.
He was ready and so was I. I reached toward the glory-hole and ran my
finger slowly around the hole, letting him know that I wanted him to
stick his dick through and give me a taste. He leaned back on the
toilet and stroked it slowly teasing me and exciting me at the same
time. Then he stood up and his cock bounced up and down by muscle
jerks. He turned toward the hole ran his finger across the head of his
cock and pushed it through to my waiting mouth.

	I ran my hand over his pulsating cock and watched in delight
as it jerked some more. I blew on the tip of his meat mouthful and
heard him moan with delight. I shot my tongue out and licked at the
very tip where the pre-cum had begun to flow. "Sticky and sweet, and
lots more where that came from," I thought. No pun intended. I leaned
forward and took just enough of the head of his dick in my mouth to
get it wet and make the plunge down this long shaft to the pubic hairs
more obtainable. With care, I nibbled at the back portion of his cut
cock and he kinda purred with ecstasy. I drew a deep breath and made
the plunge. Two, four, six, eight and finally I had all his steel
piss rod down my throat. I heard him almost scream with delight. I
came back to the top, not letting it out of my mouth, took another
deep breath and went to hilt again. I could smell the sweat in his
crotch and this fueled me more. Again and again, I let my mouth go up
and down his cock. He began to pump his cock in and out of the hole.
Thrust after thrust it went into my mouth and down my throat. Each
push seemed to go deeper and deeper. I didn't think that anyone could
go so long winded. I could feel that his climax was getting near, and
hoped that he would not pull it out as some do when they are ready to
come. Just as I figured he was ready, he pulled back from the hole and
just stood there, making it bounce up and down. I put my hand back to
the hole to let him know how much I wanted his baby-making juice in my
mouth.

	He sat back down and began to jack himself off. I was crushed.
I leaned forward and whispered through the hole,"Let me have that cock
again. Let me take that come in my mouth".

	"Not until I have had a lick on yours," he said.

	I stood up and pushed my cock through the cum stained hole and
directed it towards where I knew his mouth would be. He was hungry for
dick. He took my cock in his mouth and went down the shaft to the base
in one long suck. I thought that I had died and went to heaven. Over
and over, up and down my rock hard his mouth slid. Warm, wet and good.
That's the only description I could come up with. He continued like
this until I knew that I couldn't hold on another second. I pulled
back and did to him as he had done to me. I sat back down and waited
for him to return his cock to my eagerly awaiting mouth.

	Slowly he stood up and stroked his meat for me some more. I
thought that I would die if I didn't get this huge piece of manhood in
my mouth for the kill. He turned toward the hole once again and pushed
it through.

	This time I knew that I would not let go until he had drained
himself of every drop of juice that he had. I took his rod in my mouth
and began to suck again. It surprised me when he came almost
immediately. I guess that his sucking my dick had excited him to the
point of no return.

	Just as I was slurping down for the fourth or fifth time, he
exploded a load into my mouth. I gasped and went down to the point
where his pubic hairs were tickling my nose. He let out groan after
groan. Spurt after spurt of delicious cum flowing down my throat. His
knees were banging on the wooden walls of the stall. I could tell that
he was truly spent and totally exhausted from this wonderful ordeal. I
could not let go of this smooth cock. I milked it for all it had in
it. Taking it deep and using my farthest throat muscles, I massaged it
until I thought he was going to collapse. Finally, I let go, and it
came out of my mouth with a pop. He pulled his now limp dick from the
hole and stood there just panting for a short time. He pulled several
sheets of ass-wipe from the holder and cleaned off his tool. He
turned towards me and gave me one last look at his manhood as he slid
his tight pants up and over his balls and cock. He reached his hand
down inside the straining fabric and rearranged his box so that it was
bulging at just the right places and quietly exited the stall.

	I sat there smoking a cigarette for a few minutes savoring
what had just taken place. My cock was still raging hard and I was far
from satisfied. I decided to wait until the next person came along.
Sometimes it is so busy at this dick-licking location that you can do
three or four cocks in no time flat. I sat there four about fifteen
minutes and decided that what I really needed was to get high.

	I stood up and tucked my throbbing cock and aching balls into
my shorts and stepped out of the stall and left the building. Outside
I had to stand a for moment to adjust my eyes to the bright sunlight.
Over to my right was the top portion of the grandstand overlooking the
school football field. What a time this bathroom must be when a
football game or other sporting event is going on. I made myself a
mental note to check the Sunday paper for a game schedule.

	I walked the short distance to where my car was parked, I put
my hand in my pocket to get my keys and there was my stiff dick again.
"Hope things get really busy this afternoon," I said to myself. I got
in my car and opened my container of marijuana and filled my favorite
wooden pipe with some of the best weed I had purchased in months. I
lit it and took a deep toke and held it in until my lungs felt as
thought they were going to burst. I let it out with a whoosh and felt
the rush to my head. I got out of the car and set out for the glory
seat next to the glory-hole.

	As I was walking across the blacktop, I could hear a sound I
had learned to know. It meant that my favorite type of boymeat was
somewhere close. It was the sound of a skateboard rolling along the
street. This part of the campus was a favorite with skateboarders due
to its hills and valleys where young boys could do daring feats on
their four-wheeled noise makers. Some of these guys were really quite
good. Jumping high in the air on their boards and doing stunts that
would make the short hairs on the back of your neck curl. I looked
around in the direction of the sounds, but could see no one.

	I stood outside the john for a few seconds straining my ears
for another clue as to where the chicken-of-my-dreams was now. I could
hear nothing but the batting of balls from the tennis courts nearby.
"Fuck it," I decided. Back inside I went, took down my shorts and sat
down on my favorite seat in the world waiting for my next cock to walk
in and be serviced. I was just getting ready to take another toke on
my pipe when I heard the sound of footsteps coming my way. The outside
area of the bathroom was covered in gravel so you could hear anyone
that approached. I leaned back quickly so that I could position myself
to see out the small hole that accessed a view of the piss-trough and
the front door. The sound of walking stopped just short of the front
door. Then, silence. I sat looking, straining my eye to catch a shadow
outside. I could see nothing. Then, very quietly, he entered. "Jesus
Christ," I gasped to myself, "It's the skateboarder"

	He kinda peeked inside and I put my feet where he could see
that I was sitting in the stall. My cock became rock hard instantly.
My heart was pounding as he crept inside and walked over to the piss-
trough. He sat his skateboard down on the floor and turned slightly
away from me. I could see his backside and his right arm as it pulled
down the fabric of his spandex pants. I could see the movement of his
left hand taking his cock out. His head turned ever so slightly to
look at the wall and the hole where my eye was glued. He just stood
there, not letting me see his boymeat, and not pissing either. I
decided that if I was going to get this, I had to think fast. He
looked like a rock-and-roller with his long strawberry-blonde hair. "I
wonder if he likes to get high"I thought. Never taking my eye off the
hole and his ass, I reached in the pocket of my shorts and got out my
pipe, still full of good dope. I lit it and took a deep draw. I didn't
hold it long, I just blew it through the peep hole in the direction of
where he was standing.

	I saw that he caught the scent immediately. He glanced over
his shoulder to see where the aroma was coming from. "Kinda coy," I
thought, "When's he gonna show me his hard on."

	"That sure smells like some good shit man," he said.

	Well, this certainly brought me to my senses quickly. His
voice was boyishly high and seemed out of character for his size. He
must be younger than I thought. "Would you like a hit," I asked. As I
watched through the hole he let go of his dick and his spandex pants
hit his body with a smack. He turned more toward the wall and sort of
addressed the hole my eye was glued to.

	"Bitchen," he replied.

	"Come over into the other stall," I said.

	Without hesitation he picked up his skateboard and moved in
the direction of the other stall. As the door creaked open I heard his
kinda whisper "Oh wow"

	"Sit down, I said, and I will pass my pipe through this hole."

	As he moved into the stall, I stuck my hand holding my pipe
through the glory-hole and waited for him to take it. He seemed
tentative but not afraid. He let the door close quietly and sat his
board down on the floor. He bent down and took the pipe from me and
lit it. He did not sit down on the toilet. I craned my neck to see his
body more fully, but that god damned tee-shirt cover his crotch. I
heard him cough slightly as he exhaled the smoke form my pipe.

	"That's some killer weed," he said, coughing.

	"Sit down and have another toke," I said.

	He sat down on the seat without removing his pants. "Fuck," I
thought. He handed me the pipe I took another hit and quickly shoved
it to him again.

	"Why is this hole here," he asked sheepishly.

	"Well, you see, I started, "there are guys in this world that
like to have their dicks sucked by another guy, and this is where they
come to get it done"

	He lit the pipe and contemplated this for a moment."You mean
that guys stick their dicks through this hole and a guy on the other
side sucks on their cock?" He queried.

	"Exactly," I smiled, I took the pipe from him and took another
hit for myself. I passed the pipe back to him and bent down to get a
good look at his face.

	"What a beautiful child," I thought. Just the right amount of
freckles on his nose, a wispy start of hair above his lip, and a light
silken red down on his legs signaled to me that he was indeed young,
but certainly no child. My cock was raging and I was furiously
thinking of how I might get this boy-chick-man-child's cock in my hot
and hungry mouth.

	"Want another hit," I asked as I passed the pipe over one more
time.

	"Well, maybe just one," he replied. "This sure is good weed".I
listened and watched as he took another deep hit and passed the pipe
back. "Let me get this straight," he said. "Guys come in here and have
other guys suck on their cocks? That means that you are waiting for
someone to come in and suck yours?"

	"Not necessarily," I replied, laughing at his use of the word
straight.

	He sat there digesting that statement and I could tell that
his mind was racing, trying to figure out what to say next.

	"So what does that mean?" he asked.

	"What it means is; I am waiting on someone to come in here
that wants his cock sucked."

	I thought that his mouth would never close again. Of course
that was fine with me, I wanted to put my dick into it anyway. His
eyes got the size of silver dollars and he looked at me with surprise.
"Are you kidding?" he asked sheepishly.

	"Never been more serious in my life." I replied "Ever had your
dick licked?" I asked with a quirk in my eye.

	"No, never," was his faint reply.

	He had regained some of his composure, but I could tell the
weed had done its trick. His inhibitions were substantially lower
than they were when he had come in and I was moving in for the kill.

	"Would you like to try it," I asked boldly. The dope had done
it's work on me and I too had lost most of my inhibitions.

	"You aren't kidding, are you? People, guys that is, really
come up here to get a blow-job?" he asked.

	"Look, kid... listen, what's your name," I asked tenderly.

	"Alex," he replied.

	Alex was one of my favorite names. And this apparition sitting
next to me had it. And, I was on my way to having him. "Listen, Alex,
guys have been having sex together for thousands of years. Probably
since the beginning of time itself. There isn't anything wrong with
it. Remember, Adam came before Eve so it's logical that he played with
himself before she came along." I was looking for good logic and all
of this seemed to be quite stupid, and I didn't want to scare him off.
"Let's get out of this stink hole and go outside"

	"OK," he said.

	I stood up with my raging hard-on pointing straight out from
my body. I reached down to pull up my shorts and I could see through
the hole that he was watching me. I pulled my shorts on and reaching
down to adjust my hard cock in my pants I said, "Can't seem to get rid
of this hard-on."

	"I know what you mean." he intoned in a low voice, almost to
himself, but loud enough for me to hear.

	We walked outside together. The sunlight was warm and the air
was refreshing after the stench of the bathroom. "Let's drive down the
hill in my truck and get a something to drink." I said. It was hot,
and all this talk about sucking cock has made me thirsty.

	We walked over to where my truck was parked, I unlocked the
door for him and he got in without hesitation.

	"You're a pretty brave kid," I said, "You needn't be afraid,
you are totally safe with me."

	"Well," he said, "you seem like a nice guy, and anyway I'm too
stoned to argue."

	We drove down the hill and stopped at a 7-11 and since he
wanted a beer, I bought a twelve pack of Bud.

	"Where to now?" I asked.

	"You're driving," he said. "Wherever you want to go is fine
with me."

	That's all I needed to hear. I started the car and headed for
home. I only lived about a ten minute drive from the campus, so I knew
he would not get worried about going a long distance.

	"Here, drink this." I said, as I grabbed a can of beer and
handed it to him.

	He took the beer, nodded his thanks, opened the top and took a
long drink. He let out a long belch and said, "Where we headed?"

	"My house," I said. "I have a sound system that will put you
in the ozone, and sixty inches of TV to watch. The house is air
conditioned and we can kick back and relax there without worrying
about getting busted."

	We were turning the corner to my street when he said that he
had to pee. I told him to hang on just a few more seconds and we would
be there. I turned the truck into the driveway, shut the engine off
and said, "We're here."

	"Just in time," he said, "I don't think I could have waited
another second."

	We opened the door to the house and I told him the bathroom
was to his left. He bolted for the toilet, pulled down the front of
his spandex pants and let a full stream of piss hit the porcelain. I
still couldn't see this cock I was so wanting for, but I figured
anything that could make that much noise pissing was definitely worth
the wait.

	"Let's sit in here." I said. "How do you like my TV?"

	He looked at the massive screen on the Mitsubishi sixty inch
TV and gasped. "I've seen these in the store, but I never knew anyone
that owned one!"

	I turned on the set and asked what he wanted to see.

	"Got any dirty movies?" he asked.

	Jesus, this can't be happening I thought. "You betcha!," I
replied. I went to the shelf and took down BI-SEXUAL LUST, one of my
favorite films with two guys and a gal. The guys were really young,
probably about eighteen or so, and the woman was really pretty. It had
a lot of scenes with the guys doing it to each other and I figured
that if anything was going to get him in the mood, this would. I put
it on and the first scene was a blonde man and a woman fucking.

	"Wow that's really hot." Alex said.

	"Wait till you see what's next." I replied.

	After a few minutes of fucking on the screen, a second guy
joined the couple. He started out by kissing and sucking the blondes
tits and finally worked his way down to where he was sucking the
blondes' cock.

	"How about that?" I asked.

	"I've never seen anything like this. These guys look like they
aren't even interested in the girl. They just want each other." he
said.

	"That's what happens, after you have had a guy, you just don't
seem to find women satisfying." I said. "See how the blonde is fucking
that other guy's mouth. That really turns me on." I grabbed at my
crotch and squeezed my cock and let him see the bulge in my pants.
"See what I mean?"

	"Yeah, me too," he said as he pulled up his tee-shirt for the
first time and grabbed his crotch. "I have a boner too."

	I looked over and saw for the first time the outline of his
hard cock inside the black spandex pants that fit so tight. "Wanna
feel good?" I said. I took my pipe out of my pack and filled another
bowl, lit it and gave it to him.

	He took a long deep and held it for a long time and let it out
with a rush. He leaned back in the recliner and said, "I am truly
fucked up!"

	The time had come I felt. I got out of chair and walked over
in front the recliner he was sitting in and knelt down in front of
him. I put my hand on his almost hairless leg and rubbed it ever so
lightly. He made no move to get away. He just closed his eyes and laid
his head back. Done, I thought.

	"Let's get you more comfortable," I said. I untied his shoes
and took them off, and slid his socks off his feet. His legs were like
silk. The hair, if you could call it that, it was more like down, was
fuzzy and smooth. I ran my hands over his legs and massaged his feet.
He moaned when I ran my tongue over his toes, and onto the bottom of
his feet. "This is just the beginning." I said.

	I moved into a position where I could get my hands under his
tee-shirt, and felt his smooth chest and as I stuck my finger in his
navel, he writhed like a cat in heat. I continued to rub his stomach
and chest and finally found his flat nipples. "Do you know that a
man's nipples get hard just like a woman's?" I asked.

	"No!," Was all he could manage in his cracking boy-man voice.

	I slipped his tee-shirt up and over his head, revealing his
barren chest. Small strands of red hair protruded from his armpits,
and I licked at his navel and tongued my way up to his right nipple. I
ran my wet tongue, that was almost as hard as my cock over and over
the nipple. It got rock hard very quickly. "See what I mean," I said,
as I bit his tit ever so lightly.

	"Jesus Christ," he exploded.

	I nibbled on his tit for a while longer and then did the same
thing to the left one. The more I licked, the more he wiggled in the
chair. Time to work my way back down, I thought. I ran my tongue back
down his breastplate, stopping at the navel one more time. The I put
my face into his crotch and blew my breath through the spandex onto
his nuts. This was the first inclination I had as to the size of his
dick. It was right at the tip of my nose. Rock hard with pubescent
lust. He pushed his body up and drove his crotch deeper into my face.
I could smell that sweet odor of adolescence. There is nothing like
that smell in the world. It's kind of like puppy breath, not mature,
but alive and growing.

	Through the spandex pants I nibbled at his balls, I put my
hand on his cock and squeezed it hard. Five inches of young, eager
meat met my grasp. As I squeezed it, he said"Let me take my pants
off."

	I reached up and grabbed the top of the shorts and pulled them
down to his knees, being careful to leave his underwear on. I slipped
them over the knees and off his body completely. He laid there in the
recliner, I could see perfectly the outline of his cock in the white
briefs he wore. "Mind if I take off my clothes?" I asked.

	"I hoped that you would, I would like to see your body again."
he said.

	I stood up and slowly disrobed for him. First taking my shirt
off and letting him see my chest. He liked the lightning bolt tattooed
on my chest, and remarked that he hoped that he had as much hair on
his chest someday as I did. I explained that some people have massive
hair on their bodies'. "Nature was just mildly kind to me in the hair
department," I said "A little bit of my hair has started to fall out
and the rest has begun to turn gray."

	"That's OK," he said "I think it looks distinguished. How old
are you anyway?"

	"Does it matter?" I asked. As he shook his head no, I lied and
told him 35. Then I asked the question I was alternately dying to
know, and afraid to find out. "How old are you?" I asked with my most
nonchalant voice.

	He looked at me with eyes I had fallen totally in lust with.
They were so brown. "Does it matter?" he grinned.

	"No, not at all," I replied.

	"Thirteen," he said loudly "And I'm ready."

	Looking at his tight briefs with his cock bouncing in them I
said "I can see you are."

	I slowly reached in my shorts and took my hard cock in my hand
and stroked it. "So am I." I slid my shorts down and kicked them off.
Standing there completely naked in front of him, watching him rub his
cock made me almost come right then. I fell to my knees in front of
the recliner and pushed it back so that he was almost prone. I put my
hands under each leg and lifted his butt off the chair so that I could
get my face in his crotch. I nibbled some more at his ball sack
through the cotton fabric of the briefs. Again and again I was
assaulted by the sweet smell of adolescence. I licked at the skin just
outside his briefs and he wriggled with delight. Constantly straining
his body upward pushing his hard cock into my forehead.

	I gripped my finger around the top of the shorts and started
to pull them down. The short, hair of youth, in bright red began to
appear at the elastic. I continued to pull down and the head of his
cock caught in the elastic straining to be released. Farther down I
pulled and his cock bent over and I could see the base of the shaft. I
put my tongue there and licked furiously. His moaning became loud,
almost a scream. "Fuck, what a sensation," he said.

	I stopped pulling at the front of the shorts and began working
on the ass portion. Since there was no hard cock to keep them from
coming down they slid past the crack area and I buried my face in the
crack of his ass. His legs were high in the air, his cock was
straining to get out of the shorts, and I was licking his sweet
hairless asshole. I came on the floor without even touching myself.
But my cock stayed rock hard ready for another. I could tell this was
going to be along afternoon.

	I lifted his legs even higher so that I could get to his ball
sack, licking it, turning him on even more. "I don't know how much of
this I can take," he said.

	"As much as I can dish out," I replied.

	I pulled his undershorts off and threw them across the room.
Now his cock was exposed to its fullest. It was just as I had
suspected it was when I first laid eyes on him back at the bathroom.
Four and a half inches long and not very big around. It showed promise
of someday becoming a fine piece of man-meat. But for now it was boy
meat at its best. I licked at the very tip of his cock and tasted the
sweet pre-cum. Up and down his boy prick I ran my tongue. I grabbed
his balls and tugged down on them slightly bringing his cock up so
that I could get my mouth over the head. He screamed with delight as I
finally ran his meat fully into my mouth and deep into my throat.

	"I think I am going to cum," he yelled at the top of his voice.

	And with that he exploded in my throat. Load after load shot
down my hot and willing throat. I could feel each spurt as it hit the
back of throat. I sucked hard until I could tell that he was fully
expended. I pulled off with a pop, and he sighed deeply.

	"Wasn't that fun?" I queried

	"I have never had a nut like that," he said.

	"Ready for another?" I asked.

	"Now?!," he moaned.

	"Well maybe not right this second, but certainly before I take
you back to Hayward." I said. "What say we go and get cleaned up?"

	He stood up and his limp prick, with its small patch of
shining red hair stood out against his athletic body. He followed my
nakedness into the bathroom and I turned on the shower, adjusted the
water and said "Hop in."

	He made no hesitation as he stepped into the shower and I
followed directly behind him.

	"I have never taken a shower with another person, except in
gym class," he said. "Even then we sure weren't as close as this. Most
of the other guys in my class don't even have hair around their cocks.
I guess I'm lucky to have started puberty early."

	I picked up the soap and told him to turn around. I soaped his
back and shoulders working my way down to his ass crack. His skin was
smooth and soft and he grabbed onto the shower head to hold himself
up. I ran my soapy hands around his ass cheeks, and then up and down
his crack. I barely nudged my finger into his poop chute, careful not
to cause him pain. I wanted him to know that his bunghole was for more
than just shitting. I pulled my finger out of his tight hole and
continued down his almost hairless legs.

	"Turn around," I demanded softly. He turned around and his cock
was rigid again. "I see it doesn't take you long to get ready."

	"I guess when you are young, and unexperienced, it wants to
get hard all the time. Sometimes I get a hard-on in class. One time I
went into the boys room and jacked myself off between classes."

	"Youth doesn't really have anything to do with it," I said. "I
still get hard-ons during the day at work."

	I soaped my hands again and started cleaning and massaging his
shoulders and chest, I played with his tits and pinched each of them
lovingly. He was doing the same to me. I let my hand slide down to
soap his balls and cock. I loved the way his hair felt, and his cock
was like steel.

	I turned around and placed my asshole against his rod, and
pushed against his body. "Fuck me," I said.

	"What?" he asked surprised.

	"Stick your cock in my ass," I repeated.

	"You're not kidding," he said as he reached down to feel my
ass-crack. "I have heard that you can stick your cock in someone's
ass, but I thought the guys were just bullshitting me."

	"This is no bullshit," I said. "Just push it into my asshole
and see how good it feels."

	He pushed forward and it went in with no trouble at all. He
made a few tentative thrusts, and said "Holy shit, was all he could
manage to say.

	He kept pushing in and out, he had folded his arms around my
chest and was holding tight. Thrust after thrust he drove his cock
deeper into my brown hole. After several minutes he started to breathe
heavy and I knew that his nut was close. I started to gyrate my ass
and with that he exploded into my bowels. His second climax was
greater than the first. He slowly slipped his cock out of my ass, and
said that was the best climax he had ever had. "Look my cock won't go
down now. Maybe it will stay hard forever." He turned around to face
the water and as he did he backed into my crotch with his ass. "Can
you put your cock in me?"

	"Let's rinse off and go in the bedroom," I said.

	We cleansed all the soap off and got out and dried each other
off. He followed me into the bedroom and got on the bed with me. His
cock was still up and ready for more action, and I wondered how many
times I could get him off.

	I rolled over on top of him and kissed him hard on the mouth.
I probed with my tongue until he opened his mouth. I french kissed him
and he responded with his tongue in my mouth. I slid down and kissed
and licked his tits, biting and nibbling his nipples. Each time I bit
his nipple he would arch his back and moan. I could feel his hard cock
against my stomach. I slid farther down and sucked his cock and balls.
I reached up under his legs so that I could arch his butt up to where
I could get my tongue into his asshole. He screamed with delight. I
took the lube from the nightstand and put a glob on his hairless hole
and worked my finger in and up past the sphincter muscle and found his
prostrate and massaged it from the inside. I arched him up and got
ready to insert my dick. "This may hurt at first, but just relax as
much as you can. I will go easy".

	I got the head in and I could tell he was in pain, but he made
no effort to stop me. I slowly pushed until I felt it go past the
sphincter and then he relaxed, and pushed towards me until I was fully
into his ass. Taking it real slow I pumped in and out.

	"This is the best I've ever felt in my life," he said. "Don't
ever quit fucking me."

	The warmth and tightness of his ass made me feel like I could
go on fucking him for ever. However the youngness of his body made me
excited beyond words. I pushed deeper and he squealed with hurt-
delight. I said "I am going to come," and made a few final deep thrusts
into his ass and exploded with a nut that seemed like it was my first.
Just as I started to come he grabbed his cock and stroked a couple of
time and shot out a load of his own baby juice that hit his face it
came so hard.

	We both laid their for about ten minutes just breathing hard
and reflecting about what had just occurred. Finally I said "How about
another shower?"

	"Bitchen," he replied.

	We got up and went into the bathroom, turned on the water and
got in.

			     Chapter Two

	I had given Alex my phone number before he left, and he knew
where I lived. I walked around for the next few days wondering if I
was ever going to see or hear from this beautiful boy-chick again. I
decided that I couldn't sit around the house all the time waiting for
a call that might not come. I had errands to do, it was Saturday, the
weather couldn't be better, but God dammit I was horny, and the
thought of that boy, Alex, just wouldn't leave my head.

	I had dropped him off at the local BART station so he could
get back to Hayward where he lived. He said that he would call me
soon. So, what the fuck was soon? "Now, now, calm down," I said to
myself. "Fine, now he's got you talking to yourself." I said to myself
again.

	When the phone rang, I half jumped out of my skin. I dashed
through the living room, and into the den where I almost knocked over
the lamp getting to the phone. I grabbed it and cooed "Hello! Oh shit,
it's just you." I said to my friend Brian. "What the fuck do you
want?"

	The voice on the other end began its sing-song tone about how
he had met this hooker named Wanda, and how she had this pre-pubescent
son who she was looking to sell, and was I interested? "So what do you
think? You wanna try this out?" Brian spoke like a true queen. Lots of
"Ya know, honey." and, "girlfriend," things like that.

	I said that I would love to "try," this boy out, but, today was
out of the question. I had the closet to finish, I had a hundred
errands to run, blah, blah, blah. Getting off the phone from Brian
was as hard as anything you would ever try and accomplish. Finally, I
said "Good-bye, Brain, I am hanging-up now. I will call you sometime
tomorrow, and we will see what we can put together. Tell this woman
that I will take the boy. See if you can get a feel for how much she
wants, find out if he's a virgin, and then don't let anyone else get
to him before I do! Think you can handle that? I've got to go!"

	"Listen girlfriend," he intoned, "I can handle that with ease.
Call me first thing in the morning, and I'll let you know. See ya,
honey!," And with that he hung up.

	I put my receiver on the hook and grabbed my keys, set the
house alarm, and shot out the door. Just as I was turning the key in
the latch, I heard the phone ring. I knew the answering machine was
on, so I finished the turn and locked the door, got into my Blazer,
and headed out for the nearest hardware store. Hardware stores are
fun. They usually have a lot of high school age boys working in them
on weekends. The nearest was a huge ACE Hardware in Fremont, about a
twenty minute drive from my house. I had driven for several blocks
when my cellular phone rang. My heart stopped short. Could it be?
"Hello!," I said tentatively into the remote mike.

	"Hey dude." Alex's voice said. "What's up?"

	"You're it." I said without hesitation. "I was hoping you
would call me today." Actually, I was hoping he would call ANY day.

	"Where are you?" he said.

	"On my way to the hardware store in Fremont." I replied."Where
are you?"

	"At home. I was wondering if you were busy today?" he asked.

	"I am never busy for my friends. You wanna come over to the
house?" I asked.

	"Yeah, that sounds bitchen."

	I loved the way he said the word "bitchen". Such a
colloquialism. "What's your plan, Stan? I am going to be about another
hour running errands in Fremont, and then I am going to go home."

	"I can get on BART and go to Union City and you could pick me
up there." he said. "I am ready to go, but I can wait about an hour
and then go, and you can pick me up."

	"Why don't you go now, and take the train to Fremont. I'm not
far from the BART station and I could pick you up there. You could
help me with my errands and then we could go and rent a movie and go
back to my house."

	"Sounds OK to me," he said. "I will leave right now and get
there as quick as I can."

	"I will wait for you at the front of the station." I said. He
said good-bye and I disconnected. If anyone was watching me they
certainly knew without a doubt that happiness had arrived. I was
smiling from ear-to-ear and could think of little else than getting to
the BART station. I pulled into a Wendy's drive-thru and ordered a
coffee, got out my map and found the Fremont BART station and headed
in that direction. I got there about twenty minutes after I had talked
to Alex on the phone. Just the thought of Alex made my dick hard. I
pulled up in front of the station, found a parking spot and sat there
waiting, rubbing my engorged cock. The time seemed to pass very
slowly. I guess it always does when you are waiting for something you
want real bad. I had almost drank the entire cup of coffee, and I had
to pee real bad. Three trains had passed by and he still wasn't here.
The next train to arrive was the one I had been waiting for. Alex
bounded out of the station and I watched him intently as he walked
towards the truck. He had on a pair of baggy, fluorescent green
shorts, a "Gotcha," tee-shirt, a multi-colored lightweight jacket,
high-top tennies, with no socks, and over his shoulder he had a small
pack. He was carrying his skateboard with the usual abandon of
skateboarders. He opened the door without hesitation, got in the seat,
looked over at me and smiled. I melted into the seat. "How ya doing'?"
I asked.

	"Couldn't be better." he replied. "How are you?"

	"At this point I just could not be better. It's Saturday, I
don't have to work, and you're here." I reached over and tousled his
hair. He replied by grabbing my knee and squeezing it hard, making me
jump in the seat. "You hungry?" I asked.

	"No, but I would like something to drink." he said.

	"I just had a cup of coffee and I have to piss, so let's go to
Wendy's and you can get something and I can pee."Without waiting for a
reply I drove out of the BART station and headed down the street to
the Wendy's I had been to earlier. We got there and I dove out of the
car and headed to the bathroom. Not a moment to soon, I thought.
Another five minutes and I would have pissed my pants. Something I
truly enjoyed doing, but I didn't want to freak him out. He followed
me in the head, and stood there watching me piss. "You'll make my dick
hard," I said.

	"No problem," he said. "I can take care of that. I got some
bitchen weed this week. You wanna get high?"

	"Now that's a dumb question." I replied. "I live for two
things; to get high and sex. And, not necessarily in that order." I
finished pissing, and stuffed my hard cock into my shorts, arranged it
the best I could and said "Let's go."

	We got our drinks, (How could anyone drink Coke that early in
the morning?) and left the restaurant. He reached into his pack and
pulled out this humongous joint and lit it. "Try this." he said, as he
passed it towards me.

	I could already smell the "skunky," green weed burning. I took
a toke and savored its bitter-sweet taste. As I exhaled I could feel
the rush it provided to my addled brain. "Good shit." I said. "Where
did ya get this?"

	"A friend of mine had it for sale." he replied. "I don't
usually buy dope, but this was too good to pass up. Kids don't have
good dope very often, and I hoped that I would be able to see you this
weekend and get you high. You know, return the favor from the last
time I saw you."

	"That's really nice of you. Most kids your age don't care
about how adults feel. It's nice to see someone of your age who
cares."

	"Where we headed for?" he asked.

	"We have to go to the hardware store and pick up some items I
need to finish building some shelves I'm putting in one the closets.
You know about closets?"

	He looked at me kinda strangely and said, "HUH?"

	"Never mind," I said. We pulled into the lot of the hardware
store and went inside. I had decided that I wanted to watch him inside
the store, and not the boys working there. I wanted to see if he
cruised other men. Alex was young, but not a "boy," by any means. He
was mature for his age and he sure caught on quickly about sex. As we
walked up and down the aisles picking up various items I needed I
watched him as he did just as I suspected. He gave that up, down,
once-over glance at just about every guy we passed. There was no
doubt, now, in my mind where his sexual orientation stood. Alex was
gay, and I was going to be his teacher. Hot damn, summer in the
city...

	We left the store and rode towards my house in relative quiet.
At one stop light I reached over and put my hand on his leg and slowly
ran my hand up and down the soft skin. I ran my hand up under the leg
of his baggy shorts and to the point where I found his cotton briefs,
lingered there for just a second, and then pulled away. He shivered
just slightly, and he made no effort to move away. There was plenty of
anything at the house and no need to stop on the way home for anything
further. In about ten minutes I turned down my street and pulled into
the carport.

	"We're here!!," I whined.

	"Bitchen!," he answered. "Let's go in and get high."

	My head was still spinning from the earlier smoking. It's
funny how the younger generation can't seem to get high enough. Or
perhaps he needed to be real high at this time in his life in order to
experiment with sex. Who gives a shit. I filled the pipe with some
more of that good green weed and we sat in the recliners and smoked
till I thought I was going to explode.

	"Jesus," he said, "I certainly am fucked up!"

	"You and me both, dude." I replied. "Want something to drink?"
I didn't wait for a reply, and walked out into the kitchen and opened
the fridge. "Pepsi!," I screamed.

	"Sure, that'll be fine." he replied.

	I got two Pepsi's, and walked back into the other room and
stood in front of him with my hand outstretched towards him. "Here's
your drink." He reached out and grabbed it, sat it down on the table
and reached back out and put his hand firmly in between my legs,
grabbed my crotch, squeezed hard and said...

	"Fuck me!," With that he stood up and wobbled back and forth
slightly. I grabbed him to keep him from falling. I pulled him close
to me, our lips were only inches apart. He leaned forward, putting his
crotch on my leg, pushed hard and kissed me. I felt his tongue probing
my mouth. I returned the kiss with fervor.

	"I missed you," I said, reaching around and grabbing his ass
firmly and pulling him even closer. I massaged his butt for a few
seconds and then let my hand slide around to his crotch. I felt his
boy-hood hard and strong. "You seem to be ready." He grabbed my hard
cock and noted that I was also. I dropped down in front of him, and
without taking his pants down began chewing on his cock. He grabbed me
by the back of my head and thrust his hips, putting his dick hard into
my face. This only turned me on more. I began biting him hard. Not
hard enough to cause pain, least not unenjoyable pain. I kept licking
until the front of his shorts were wet from my saliva.

	"I gotta pee," he said.

	"Go ahead," I replied.

	"Here? In my pants?" he asked incredulously. His eyes were
wide and bright and he had that smile on his face.

	"Sure, why not. They're already wet, and besides I have a
washer and dryer, so we can get you out with clean clothes." I didn't
want to freak him out, but he was really high and I figured that this
was as good a time as any to get started with some kinky things. If he
was going to be my protege he would have to learn sometime."Just relax
and let it flow. See how warm and neat it feels."

	"What about the carpet? I don't want to get piss on the rug."

	I was glad he was thinking, because I sure wasn't. "Good
thought Let's go into the bathroom. You can stand in the shower." He
followed me to the tub and we got in. I put my hand on his cock and
said, "Go ahead and piss." I got down on my knees and rubbed his
crotch. I felt the warm liquid start to flow. I leaned forward and put
my face in his crotch. I could feel the piss soaking through the
fabric of his shorts and run down my face. I got my mouth positioned
to where I could drink this golden fluid being strained through the
cotton. I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down
letting his cock flop out and spray me on the face. I grabbed his dick
and pinched it cutting of the flow. I licked his balls and short,
just-post- pubescent hair. His piss was clean and clear. Salty and
sweet at the same time. Warm and good. I ran my tongue up the shaft of
his cock and put the head of it in my mouth and released my hold on
the base of his dick. A quick shot of hot piss cascaded down my
throat. I sucked his dick into my mouth and put my hands on his ass
and squeezed. I kept still, hoping he would get the idea of finishing
his piss IN my mouth. It only took a second before I felt it start to
run again. I gulped and swallowed, not wanting to let even the
smallest drop go to waste. He put his hands on the back of my head and
pushed in even further. I felt his cock jerk several times and knew it
was over. He released his hold on the back of my head and leaned back
against the shower wall.

	"Whew, whatta trip." he said. "I've never done anything like
that before."

	"I know," I said. "I didn't even suspect for a moment that you
had." I stood up and wobbled slightly myself. I stood there rubbing my
hard cock. He reached over and grabbed it and squeezed hard.

	"You done that before? I don't know if I could do that! Isn't
that unhealthy? What does my piss taste like? "He blurted out several
more questions before he paused long enough for me to get a word in
edgewise.

	"Yes, I have done that before. It is not something that I
would do with just anyone. No it is not usually unhealthy. The piss
your are drinking should be clear, not yellow. It tastes sort of salty
and it is almost hot. Remember it is coming from a body that is almost
ninety-nine degrees."


	He stood there looking real serious. He was trying to absorb
all of what had happened. "Too much?"

	"No," he said "It's just that I haven't ever thought of doing
that. Now that you have done it to me I want to experience it too. I
am just afraid that I will get sick."

	"When you are here, you don't have to do anything that you
don't want to do. If you want to try it go ahead. If you get sick, you
get sick. So what? If you do it the way I did, you get used to the
flavor of it before you really put it in your mouth."

	"Do you have to piss now?" he asked tentatively.

	"Sure do." I replied. He dropped down to his knees and looked
up at me with "what-do-I-do-now," in his eyes. "Give me your hand." I
said. I took his hand and placed it on my crotch, so that he could
start to feel the piss run. I had been drinking coffee all morning so
I knew that my piss would be clear and virtually tasteless. After I
was flowing strong, I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled
his face into my crotch. I stopped the flow and moved his head back
and forth until his entire face was wet. Still holding his head I
pulled him back and reached in and pulled out my cock and started to
piss on his face. He opened his mouth and I squirted a small amount
into it. He closed his mouth and swallowed and then opened it back up
for more. I put my cock into his mouth and let it go. I could feel my
cock laying on his tongue, piss running down his throat. He gagged
several times and I pulled out and continued to piss down the front of
him until I was spent. After I was through, my cock went rock hard. He
took my cock in his hand and began to stroke it. "You'll make me
cum."

	I looked down at his cock and it, too was rock hard. "Let's
get this piss rinsed off," I said as I reached behind me and turned on
the water. The initial blast of water was cold, as I hoped it would
be, I didn't want to get off yet. He stood up and I moved so that he
could get into the flow of water and rinse off. We got out of the
shower and I watched him dry himself off. What a body, for such a
young boy. Really muscular, and you could tell that he was going to
mature into a real hunk. His legs were almost hairless, and since he
was reddish-blonde- haired, the hair on his legs was barely
noticeable. Just a fine layer of fuzz... you know, like a peach. We
stood there naked, mutually admiring each other. "You wanna go into
the bedroom?" I cooed.

	"You betcha, I do." he responded.

	I lead the way and was first to flop onto my king size bed. He
followed and landed on my stomach with a smack. He kissed me hard on
the lips and I could feel his hard cock on my groin. I rolled us over
so that I was on top, and began licking his ear, working my way down
to his armpit and then to his tit. I nibbled on each tit, as he jerked
up and down from the pain-pleasure he was receiving. Back and forth
from tit to tit I licked and bit. He moaned with that little-boy sound
that turned me on like none other. I continued to work him into a
frenzy as I licked down towards his groin. My tongue ran through his
newly formed pubic hair. I thought that I was going to come, and felt
the need to pause. He took this opportunity to turn me over and get on
top of me. I willingly moved with him and quicker than you can blink
HE was on top. He began licking me and biting me in just the same way
I had done to him. (What a good teacher I was and what an even better
learner he was.) By the time he reached my cock I was ready to cum. He
barely had my dick in his mouth when I exploded with a passion. He
didn't even flinch. He merely took a deep breath and went down as far
as his newly found experience would allow him. Gulping and swallowing
every drop, until I was dry and tender and couldn't stand it any more.
I pulled his mouth off my cock and pulled his face to mine. I kissed
him hard, probing my tongue in his mouth. I could taste my cum, and he
was grinding his hip into my groin. I pulled my hip up slightly so
that his dick was in between my legs and thrust upwards. He knew what
I wanted and locked his hands behind my knees, drawing my ass up and
exposing my hole. He took aim and pushed his small cock into my ass
without hesitation. He pumped hard and pushed in as deep as he could.
He fucked me violently for several minutes and I could feel his climax
starting to rise. I began grinding my hips back and forth, and soon he
let out a short yelp and pushed in for one final shot. I could feel
his boy-cum filling my insides. He moaned and pushed a few times more
and then fell limp on my stomach, exhausted.

	"Jesus Christ." he said. "I barely learned how to jack-off
last year, and now look at me. Last week, I asked my friend Aaron if
he wanted to jack-off with me and we watched one of my dad's dirty
movies and jacked-off together, but it was nothing like this. He's
only twelve and just learned how to do it about a month ago. His dick
is even smaller than mine, and he doesn't hardly have any hair at all
around it. All we did was jack-off. I wanted to suck on his cock, but
I didn't want him to really freak out." He was laughing at this
statement.

	"You sound as though you really enjoy having sex." I said."You
bet your ass I do." he said. "I really wanted to come over sooner, but
I haven't had the chance to get out of the house until today, without
my Mom getting suspicious. I don't have to be home until late this
evening. She thinks I'm at the ball game. What do you want to do now?"
As he asked this last question, he grabbed my dick and rolled it
around in his hand.

	"Are you ready for more so soon?" I asked laughing. I rolled
off the bed and stood up and looked at him laying on the bed. His cock
was half-hard and he looked like a vision out of a dream. This
thirteen year old boy with red hair, and willing disposition. He
arched his back and asked me if I wanted to fuck HIM now. I said,
"Let's try something new." I went into the bathroom and he followed. I
opened the door under my sink and got out one of my favorite toys, the
enema bag. He looked at it incredulously. With its long hose and red
bag, I'm sure he had no idea what we were up to now.

	"My Mom has one of those in her bathroom. What's it for?" he
asked as I started to run the water.

	"It's called a douche bag. You know what a douche or enema
is?" He replied that he did not and as soon as the water got warm I
filled the bag and motioned for him to follow me back into the
bedroom. I got the rubber sheet from my closet and put it on the bed
and told him to lay down. "Remember that I am not going to hurt you
ever. If this doesn't feel good, you tell me to stop and I will." I
hung the bag and greased his asshole with a little spit and inserted
the probe. I released the snap and the warm water flowed into his gut.
He wiggled and squirmed, and I asked him if he could feel the water
inside him. He answered that could and said that it felt strange but
it didn't hurt. I emptied about half of the bag inside him and then I
pulled it out and told him to let it out slowly. His cock was fully
erect and bouncing on his pubes. He exploded with a force that shot
the pent up water out with such a force that it hit me sitting in
front of him about a foot away. He emptied himself and I noticed that
a couple of small turds had been expelled with the water. "More?" I
asked. He said that he wanted more. I put my hands under his knees and
pulled him up so that this time the water would go deeper inside him.
I put the probe back and released the snap a second time. His gut
filled again, and when I took out the probe I pulled him up real high
so that i could get my mouth close to his brown-eye. I had a hold on
him in such a manner that I could squeeze his stomach. When I did this
the pent up fluid once again shot out. It splashed my chest and I put
my mouth over his asshole to catch the warm water as flowed out. I
could feel him trying to push the water out and I pushed my tongue as
deep in his hole as I could. When the water ceased flowing I lowered
him to where my hard cock was touching his butt hole. He was really
high and pushed towards me. I put a small amount of lube on my cock
and gently pushed into him. He winced as I moved past his sphincter,
and then settled back and pushed himself all the way down on my cock.
I could feel him kind of grinding on my dick and I could feel the
swelling in my balls. I knew that I could not last. This boy just
excited me too much. I pushed as deep as I could and exploded my
baby-making-juice deep in his bowels. As my dick went limp I began to
piss inside of him. I emptied my bladder and pulled out. He shot the
load of hot piss and cum on my crotch as I kissed him on the mouth and
collapsed on top of him. "You wear me out," I said.

	His eyes were rolling in his head and I asked him if he was
OK. He just lay there moaning, nodding his head up and down. "Yeah,
I'm OK. My head is swimming and my ass hurts, but I'm OK."

	I lay down beside him and wondered what I had done right to
have this boy want to experiment with sex and do all these kinky
things with someone he barely knew, and who was old enough to be his
father. Maybe it was because he didn't have a father that made him
attracted to me. Whatever his reasons were, I could give a fuck less.
The bottom line was that it was happening and it was now, and I was
going to make the best of it. "Maybe you should try that to your
friend, what's his name, Aaron?"

	He started to laugh hard, and said, "I think that Aaron would
like it. Maybe I should call him and ask him if he wanted to come
over? Could I?"

	I thought about it for a while and said, "Sure, why not."

	He got up and headed, nude and filthy, to the phone and
started dialing. I just lay there wondering what would come next.
Two boys in one month? (And don't forget about Brian and Wanda) Could
this be happening? I listened as I heard him say...

	"Hello, Aaron? This is Alex...

			    Chapter Three

	My head was still spinning form all the weed I had smoked
earlier in the day, and now as it approached the noon hour, there was
Alex sitting in my kitchen talking to his friend Aaron and maybe
arranging what could end up being a three-way sexual encounter to end
all sexual encounters. I listened intently as he spoke...

	"Yeah I'm over at my friend Michael's and we were just sitting
around getting high and I thought maybe you might want to come over
and join us?" Alex asked. "He's got this huge TV and we have just been
watching movies and I'm getting ready to play Nintendo." There was a
pause as he listened to whatever Aaron was saying. "No... Yeah...
Yeah... No... Sure we can pick you up at BART. When are you going to
leave Hayward? OK... Yeah sounds good, we'll pick you up at the Union
City BART station in about a half-hour," he said as looked at me
nodding. I replied by nodding my head back at him. "OK he says, we'll
be there." He hung up the phone and turned to me and said, "This will
be fresh, you'll like Aaron, and we can teach him how to do the things
we do. The best thing about him is, he's cool. I think that he is
going to be, (he made a limp wrist gesture) you know, queer!," The way
he said "queer," I could tell that not only was he acknowledging his
own gayness, but there was a tinge in his voice that indicated that he
hoped that Aaron was also.

	He hopped off the stool, and as he did, I could hear his ass
pop off the vinyl. "I guess we should shower and clean up before we
get going to the BART station. My clothes need washed. Do you have a
pair of pants that might fit me?"

	I said that I had a pair of shorts that he could wear and got
them out of the closet and handed them to him. He put them on and they
were kind of big on him, but they fit him enough to be in public. I
gave him a tee-shirt that was big also, but it didn't matter because
big tee-shirts on kids was the rage anyway. (I hated to see big tee-
shirts on kids, it covered their crotches.) We jumped in the shower
together and washed each other with soapy hands. Our cocks became
hard again and we just smiled. No time right now for more, we had
company coming that would certainly offer opportunity for hard cocks.
We got out of the shower and dried each other and put our clothes on.
I went into the bedroom to find something to wear and he headed for
the kitchen.

	"Hey, can I have a beer," he shouted.

	"Sure, help yourself," I shouted back. I entered the kitchen
just as he popping the snap-top on a can of Stroh's. "Can we take one
with us for Aaron?" "Got no problem with that either." I replied. He
grabbed another one from the fridge and we set the alarm and left for
BART. It was a short drive and as we pulled into the parking lot there
was a train arriving from the direction Aaron was coming from. "That's
probably the train he's on." I parked right out in front of the
station, and we watched as people poured forth.

	"There he is," he said as he leaned out the window and
shouted... "Hey, Aaron, we're over here."

	I looked in the direction Alex was shouting and flailing his
arms. Coming towards us was a petite child with jet black hair, cut
fairly short and spiked in the front with mousse. He certainly didn't
look the twelve years old that Alex said he was. He had on the
traditional adolescent drag. Baggy "Thrasher," tee-shirt, white shorts,
white socks and high-top Reeboks. He certainly was a vision of
delight as he approached the truck. Just as he reached the passenger
door, Alex threw it open and he climbed in.

	"Aaron, this is Michael," Alex said as he was climbing in the
back seat.

	He shot me a broad smile and said... "HI!," Alex turned around
in his seat and offered Aaron a beer, which he took with delight.
"Thanks, Alex." He looked at me as he popped the snap ring and poured
a big gulp into his mouth, as if trying to see if I cared that he was
drinking.


	Alex looked at him and smiled and said that I didn't care if
they drank a few beers. We departed the BART station and headed for
home. The two boys spent the ride home talking about the newest tricks
they had learned to do on their skateboards and bragging about who was
best. We pulled into the carport and they both climbed out, Alex in
the lead and Aaron tagging along behind him. Once inside, Alex took
Aaron by the hand and showed him the house pointing out this gadget
and that. I had gone into the TV room and sat down in the middle
recliner, so as to have one of them on each side of me. As they came
in the room, Aaron gasped, like most people do when they see our giant
screen TV.

	"Boy, you're certainly lucky to have a TV that big." Aaron
said.

	"And, wait until you play Nintendo on THIS set." Alex
expounded. "It's the best I've ever played. The figures are so big."

	"Can we play now?" Aaron asked.

	Alex looked at me quizzically. I nodded my head in the
affirmative. Alex jumped up and got out the game box and pulled out
his favorite game and pushed it into the unit, and the TV lit up as
did Aaron's eyes. They began playing and I went into the kitchen and
brought out two more beers and opened them up and handed them to the
boys and sat back down to watch them play. They played and drank for
about an hour and then grew bored with it all. Alex looked at me and
started rubbing his crotch. He got off the floor where he had been
playing Nintendo with Aaron, and walked over to my chair and sat down
on my lap and asked if we could smoke a joint. I said "Sure!," and
rolled a big fat hooter for us to smoke. As we passed it back and
forth, Aaron asked if he could use the bathroom. Without a second
thought I pointed towards the back of the house, but Alex looked at
him and told him sternly that he should hold it for a minute, he had
something he wanted to "show," him. We finished the joint and were once
again stoned to the tits. Aaron stood up and wobbled around and came
over to where Alex was still sitting on my lap. Alex reached out and
grabbed Aaron's crotch and Aaron pulled back quickly and gave Alex a
quizzical look.

	"I just want to feel your cock," Alex said. "He doesn't care,
we jack-off together, and you should see what we did this morning."

	"What?" Aaron asked, his eyes as big as saucers.

	"Come on, follow us," Alex said as he got up and jerked his
head at me, smiling. He headed for my bathroom and we followed him.
Alex sat down on the toilet with his clothes still on, and motioned
for me to stand in front of him. He reached out and unzipped my pants,
and took out my cock and said, "Let'er rip."

	I stood there trying to piss with my hard on, and Aaron
watching me too. Finally a few dribbles started and then a long, hard
stream of hot, clear piss flowed out and down the front of Alex's
shirt and pants. Aaron, who's eyes were as big as I thought they could
get, opened his eyes even farther and let his mouth drop open, as he
watched me piss on Alex. When the stream slowed down a little, Alex
put his mouth on my cock and started to drink. When I had finished he
was soaked in pee, he motioned Aaron over and said, "You're next."

	Aaron walked over to the commode and stood there shaking. Alex
reached out and pulled his shorts down with one tug. He was holding
his hard cock with one hand on his piss soaked shorts and pulling at
Aaron's undershorts with the other. Aaron's tiny cock flopped out of
his shorts and Alex said, "Go ahead, start peeing, it won't hurt me."
The piss started to flow quickly, probably because he had to go so
bad. It splashed Alex in the face and Alex directed the stream down
the front of him, so that it soaked his clothes and crotch even more.
As soon as he felt that Aaron was winding down, he took his small dick
into his mouth and drank the rest of his load. When Aaron was finished
pissing, Alex drew out his hard cock from his wet shorts and began
pissing a hard stream straight up, so that it fell back down into his
already soaked shorts. I walked over and put my mouth into the stream
and began slurping his piss. I looked out of the corner of my eye and
I could see Aaron watching us, his small cock was now slightly hard.
When Alex had finished pissing, he laid back on the toilet, and sat
there rubbing his rock hard dick and just smiled at me and then at
Aaron.

	"Jesus, that was fun." Alex said. He stood up and let his
shorts fall to the floor. His boy-cock was sticking straight out in
front of him. He peeled his wet shirt off and was standing there naked
as the day he was born. He looked at Aaron, who's cock had gotten even
harder by now, and then at me, who's dick was as hard as his.

	I took off my shirt so that I was completely naked also. Alex
moved over in front of Aaron and took his cock in his hand and began
stroking it until it grew in size and was as hard as any I had seen.
He was small and had no pubic hair and I figured that he couldn't cum.
His black hair fell over his eyes. Alex ran his hands up under Aaron's
shirt and pulled it over his head so that now. too, he was totally
naked. We stood there in the bathroom, all of us with raging hard-ons.
Alex said, "Let's smoke another joint." as he grabbed my cock in one
hand and Aaron's in the other and began pulling us towards my bedroom.

	I pulled away from him saying that I had to go to the TV room
to get my pipe and the dope. He let go of me, and continued pulling
Aaron towards the bedroom. I found the dope container and hollered to
see if they wanted another beer. I heard Alex scream "YES". I passed
through the kitchen and pulled out two more beers and fixed myself
another Mai Tai and headed to the bedroom. I turned the corner into
the bedroom and there were the two boys laying on the bed. Dick's
sticking straight up at attention. Alex looked at me and smiled and
said, "We got hard-ons!"

	"I can see THAT!," I replied. I handed them each a beer and sat
down on the bed between them to roll the joint. I fired it up and took
a deep drag and handed to Alex, who did the same and handed it to
Aaron. We smoked the joint and then with out hesitation, Alex reached
out and grabbed my cock which had erected itself to its fullest
again. He wrapped his hand around it and squeezed it real hard, while
shaking it back and forth. He leaned over and took it into his mouth
and got as much in as he could without gagging. Aaron just sat there
watching, eye wide and mouth open. I reached over and grabbed his
small cock and rolled it around in my hand. I leaned down and took his
boy-toy in my mouth and opened wide so that I could get both his hard
cock and his small balls in my mouth at the same time. I sucked softly
running my tongue around his nuts and up and down his dick-shaft. He
was very hard, and was thrusting his hips to the motion of my sucking.
Since Alex was still sucking me I thought that I was going to come
immediately. I pulled Alex off of me and motioned him over to Aaron.
He greedily swallowed Aaron's dick and I headed for his. He had more
of a mouthful than little Aaron. I sucked furiously on his cock. Each
time I went down, he thrust upward, plunging his cock as deep as he
could. I could smell the "just-into-puberty-sweetness," of his crotch.
I licked at his asshole, clean and "Zest- fresh." I ran my tongue into
his butt hole as deep as could get it. He squirmed and wiggled his
ass, ecstatic at each push of my tongue. I got his hole real wet with
spit and pushed my finger in and up, as I went back to work on his
cock. He never missed a lick on Aaron's dick while all this was going
on. I found that "spot," that makes men (and in this case young boys)
go wild. I rubbed his prostate hard and he pushed down on my finger
for more. He stopped sucking Aaron and moved so that he was now laying
on his back with my hand under his butt, finger still up in his ass.

	"Fuck me," Alex said while still pushing down on my finger.

	I pulled my finger out and locked my hands behind his knees
and pulled him up so that his legs were high in the air and his
smooth, clean, hairless asshole was exposed to view. I licked at his
hole until it was dripping with saliva and guided my cock towards him.
Even though he was very tight, I had no trouble making entry. It was
warm and wet inside and I could feel my cock slipping past his
sphincter. He winced slightly as this happened, and then relaxed and
pushed so that I slid all the way to the base of my shaft. He began
grinding and moaning.

	Aaron was watching him intently and I reached out and grabbed
him by the arm and pulled into a position that put his ass directly
over Alex's face. I leaned down and started sucking his cock and Alex
lifted up and began probing his asshole with his tongue. Aaron's cock
was only about three inches long, but it was as hard and seemed as
ready as any I had in my long years of men, boys, and animals. I
stopped fucking Alex and pulled out before I came to quickly. "You try
it." I said to Aaron. I maneuvered myself into a position that would
allow me to watch Aaron fuck his first boy. He was clumsy and I helped
him get into the best position. I massaged his cock so that it would
be rock hard on entry and guided him into the depths of Alex's brown
hole. He slid in all the way to the base of his tiny pole in no time.
I figured that he would, after all I had just finished reaming Alex
open. He kept slipping out as he fucked Alex's ass. Each time I would
grab his cock and lead him back in. After about three or four minutes
he became accustomed to what he was doing and was no longer slipping
out. I decided that I would work on Aaron's ass for a while. I moved
into position behind him and began licking at his hole. He pushed into
Alex all the way and shivered as I pushed my tongue into his butt-
hole. I probed as deep as I could get my tongue in. He wiggled and
squirmed at each push of my tongue. I took my finger and started to
insert it gently into his tight spot. It was well lubricated with spit
and I slid up to his sphincter in two short pushes. He slid out of
Alex, and as he did so my finger pushed past his tight-muscle and into
the depths of his ass. He said it hurt, and I told him to relax and be
still, that it would quit hurting and start feeling good real soon.
Alex moved out from under him and got next to me, so that he could see
what I was doing. Alex's cock was sticking out and he motioned that he
wanted to fuck Aaron. I pulled my finger out and lubed up Alex's shaft
and he moved into position. I slid into a 69 position under Aaron and
started sucking his cock as Alex pushed slowly into Aaron's virgin
fuck-hole. Aaron winced and cried out that it hurt real bad. Alex
slowed down and I continued to suck hard on Aaron's dick. Soon, Alex
was in and pumping Aaron for the first time in his short life. There
was no doubt in my mind that Aaron was enjoying it. His cock was hard
and he was beginning to gyrate to the pumping motion of Alex's
fucking. After about five minutes Aaron began to moan. "I'm going to
piss... I think." he said. And, with that he let go with a load of
searing hot, white, cum. I grabbed his nuts and began massaging them,
as he jerked, wiggled and moaned at this new experience. He went limp
and fell down on top of me. Alex pulled out, and I could see that he
had not cum. I wiggled out from under Aaron and started sucking Alex
violently. He shot his load almost immediately. A long, full load that
shot repeatedly into the depths of my throat. I gobbled and slurped
until I was sure that he was totally spent.

	"Now, all we need is to get you off." Alex said. "Watch him
fuck me." he said to Aaron, as he got on his knees with his ass up in
the air. I was into position quickly and pushed into Alex's ass
easily. Didn't take long before I came! I fell back on the bed and
looked at the two of them laying there. Two boys, exhausted from
life's best pleasures.

	"What could possibly be better than this?" I wondered, my arms
over the two of them. They had already fallen asleep.

	It was getting late and I didn't know how much time Aaron had
to spend. Still, I didn't have the heart to wake them. I'd let them
sleep until six o'clock. It was four-thirty in the afternoon now... I
set the clock for six and immediately fell into a relaxed, but excited
sleep.

			     Chapter Four

	I remembered that Brian had called me yesterday. Wow,
yesterday seemed like a whirlwind dream. Those boys were a real
workout. Alex had spent the night. Now I was faced with calling Brian
and seeing what he had in store for me. A whore named Wanda, and a
"chicken," named Brian. What a combo. Not that Brian, at 2! was really
chicken by the absolute sense, but he sure was fun. I dialed his
number.

	I heard that familiar voice say "Hello".

	"Brian," I said, "Whatcha doing".

	"Michael, where you been, I was just sitting here thinking
about you. I suppose you are at home? When are you coming to the city
to see me?"

	That was all I needed to hear. "I was just going out the door,
I said, and wondered if you were going to be free to play this
afternoon? I have a wonderful story to tell you about this boy I met
up at the college." Brian and I had gone out cruising before and that
was one of our favorite places. Brain was really into the things I
was, and he, like me, couldn't seem to get enough. "All I have to do
is put some dry clothes in my pack and I'll be off. See you soon," I
said.

	"OK, he replied, "Get your ass in gear and get over here,
honey, I'll be waiting."

	I got out several pair of my favorite jeans, shoved them into
my "purse," and hit the door. It was another of those beautiful
northern California days, hot and dry. The ride to the city would take
about an hour. Trouble with living in the burbs, I thought. Always
takes so long to get into San Francisco. Fuck it, I hadn't pissed
since I got up that morning, my bladder was about to bust and there
was nothing I enjoyed more than riding in the truck and getting wet.

	I started down Hwy 880 North, and took the Hwy 92 cutoff to
the San Mateo bridge. I could feel the piss in my cock straining to
get out... I let just a small spot start in the crotch of my shorts.
Since I was wearing dark gray shorts, I could see the spot very
clearly. I had been doing this for so many years it didn't even faze
me any more. My dick started to get hard, and I could feel the
pressure of the rubber band I had put tightly around my nuts. It
allowed me to let it out real slow. I had, years ago, when I first
bought the Blazer, installed a "wet-proof," cover on the seat. I
continued to let it dribble out, the spot grew to where it now covered
the entire front of my shorts, and I could feel it around my asshole.
"God damn State of California," I muttered, as I pulled up to the
bridge toll booth. "Got to pay to get into San Francisco. Whatta a
bitch." I handed my dollar to the toll-taker and smiled. I really
hoped that he would see the spot on my shorts. Give him something to
wonder about for the rest of the day, I thought.

	I pulled away from the toll booth, and headed toward the
bridge. One of the duller bridges over the bay, and the ride was
twelve miles. The spot was getting bigger, the warmth in my groin was
getting warmer, my dick was getting harder. Semi up ahead, I loved
playing with truck drivers. I slid my shorts off quickly, so that as I
passed the truck I would be naked from the waist down. I slid up next
to the drivers side and leaned back in my seat so that when he looked
down into my truck he could see my hard dick. I was stroking it slowly
as I passed and when I had gotten totally by I looked in my rear view
mirror and saw him flash his lights. No time I thought to stop on the
other side to play. Not today. I accelerated and pulled my shorts back
up.

	Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. I reached
over and picked up my no-spill cup and filled it with warm piss. As I
drank the piss, I could feel that now that my bladder was empty, my
asshole was aching with that turd that wanted released. I relaxed my
hole and let it slide out into my jockeys. I could feel it gathered
around my ass, and I wiggled in the seat to kinda spread it around my
ass cheeks. I could smell the pungent aroma of last nights' pizza that
I had loaded down with hot peppers. Well, what the fuck, I thought,
Brian will like it anyway.

	I let another long stream of piss soak my pants and mingled
with the shit. The rest of the ride went pretty quickly, and as I
drove up Gough Street to where Brian lived I wondered what type of
bizarre happenings we could get into this day.

	Brian Callahan, no relation to Dirty Harry, is someone I had
met in Los Angeles several years ago, while cruising Santa Monica
Blvd. He was 17 then and that was four years ago. My how time flies
when you're having fun, I thought. I pulled up in front of his place
and got out. The turd in pants dropped down a little and made room for
the next one that was just waiting to exit. I walked up the steps to
his apartment pushing the turd out and into my shorts. I rang the bell
and twisted the doorknob, found the door open and walked in. "Hey,
bitch," I hollered. "Where you at?" "I'm in here," he yelled from the
bedroom.

	Where else, I thought. I walked into the bedroom and over to
the bed where he was laying watching TV.

	"Pull up a face," he said, "Mine seats five. Your pants are
wet, what have you been doing, or do I need to ask?"

	I jumped onto the bed and said "No you don't need to ask, you
only need to clean this mess up." I straddled his chest and planted my
shit-piss soaked pants onto his naked chest and wiggled around to
spread that last turd. He reached over and pulled my pants down
slightly, exposing my limp dick and wet pubes.

	"Anything left for breakfast?" he asked.

	"Sure enough," I replied. I let go with a stream of piss that
shot right into his mouth. He pinched my cock to cut off the flow, and
when I thought it was going to explode he let go and it really spewed
forth into his waiting mouth. I slid closer so that my dick was
totally in his mouth, and he just kept drinking my piss until I was
dry. I pulled my dick out and slid my hips up to where my pants-
covered asshole covered his face. I reached around and pulled down the
backside of my shorts and planted my shit covered asshole on his
mouth. I felt his warm tongue start to lick and slurp the shit from
around my hole. The more he licked, the more I knew I had more for
him. I strained for a moment, and felt the turd start to move down
from my bowels and get to the tip of my ass. I could feel his tongue
digging up into to the deep dark recesses of my poop-shoot. "This
one's going to be wet," I said. He made a sound that said let it come,
and I let it fly into his mouth. It slid out onto his tongue and then
I could feel him chewing and lapping with is tongue at the same time.
My dick was rock hard by this time and I slid back a little so that I
could fuck his face. I pushed my cock deep into his throat, and then
pulled it out, so that I could see it covered with my own shit that
came from his mouth. I pushed it back all the way down his throat and
held it there, just feeling the wet warmth. I came almost at once.

	I fell back on the bed. "let me clean you up, he said," and
with that he went to work with his tongue once again. I laid there for
about twenty minutes while he licked and cleaned. He went over my
entire body, only stopping to get more saliva going in his mouth. I
especially liked the way he cleaned the snot out of my nose with his
tongue. "I guess you have clean clothes, he said. You never seem to
leave home without them".

	I got up and walked naked to the kitchen and made a pot of
coffee. He walked by the kitchen door towards the bathroom. "Where you
going, I asked."

	"In here to piss," he replied.

	"The fuck you are. If you are going to piss, it's going to in
here," I said gesturing to my mouth. He walked over and jumped up on
the kitchen counter so that he could be higher than me. I didn't know
to many "natural," blondes. His pubic hair was like spun gold, and he
kept it trimmed down short. He stood there for a few seconds letting
me take in the beauty of his manhood, and then let go with a strong
stream of golden piss that immediately overflowed my mouth. I
swallowed and opened for more. I didn't think he would ever get empty.
Finally, I stood there dripping from what I couldn't take and smiling
up at him. "Done?"

	"Yeah"

	"Fine, lets get dressed and get the fuck out of here."

	We put on our clothes and headed out the door. Polk street was
only a few blocks away. As we walked over I related the story to him
of Alex the skateboarder I had met last week. He told me that he had
just met someone I would really like. I said "Why is he under
fifteen?"

	"No," he replied, "and it's not a he, it's a she. Her name is
Wanda and she has a young son that she is interested in making a few
dollars on. She says that now that he has turned nine, he can just
very well get his butt out on the street and make some money himself.
However, he added, she just doesn't want anyone to take him home, she
wants someone who can afford to pay and treat him properly."

	I said, "Jesus Christ, where do I find this woman. A nine year
old is just what I need." Thinking back to yesterday, I wondered if
anything could top that. Might as well give it my best shot!

	"I knew you would like this one. She's supposed to be on Polk
street this afternoon. I told her you were coming to the City today,
and that we would meet her there about eleven o'clock."

	Good old Brian, always thinking of me. I could hardly wait to
meet this woman. We arrived on Polk and the sun was shining brightly,
which made the "boys," come out in full force, showing their wares in
the most skimpy of outfits. We passed hustler after hustler, and Brian
knew each of them by name. He would tell me how much each cost and
what you could expect when you got them home. I only could think about
Wanda and eleven o'clock. We went into the Grubstake, a small coffee
shop, and sat down to have coffee. Brian had said that he asked Wanda
to meet us there.

	Precisely at eleven o'clock she came through the door. In tow
behind her was the cutest young boy I had seen in a long time. Not
quite four feet tall, red hair, blue eyes, a few freckles here and
there, maybe 85 pounds in weight, and a smile that would knock you
dead.

	"Mornin', y'all, she said. How's everybody today?" She looked
at me and said "You must be Michael. Brian has told me a lot about
you."

	"All good I hope," I replied.

	"Nuttin' but good, she drawled. This here's my boy, Jacob." She
jerked the boy in front of her, and pushed him in my direction. "Shake
hands, Jacob."

	The boy shot out his hand for me to shake. I reached down and
grasped it, and to my surprise, it was a firm, hard handshake. "How
are you today, I queried?"

	"Couldn't be better," he said in a drawl that was much like
his mother's.

	"Brian, why don't you taker Jacob for a walk, whilst I talk to
Michael for a while." After they had walked off she looked at me with
a small amount of suspicion in her eyes and intoned, "Now, what you
got in mind to do with my boy, Jacob?"

	I looked at her carefully, and said, "I want you to know one
thing. I have no intention of hurting this child in any way. As Brian
has told you I have a sexual interest in little boys, and I am willing
to pay for it. What I have in mind today is taking some pictures of
Jacob, both with his clothes on and in the nude. The pictures will be
sexually explicit and not for publication or sale to others. Once
again, I want you to feel secure in the fact that I will not harm
him."

	"Well, Brain has told me enough about you that I feel good
about the fact that you aren't going to hurt him. What I really want
to know, I guess, is how much you are willing to pay? This is, after
all, a business deal."

	"Selling your son for pornographic pictures is not what I
would call a business deal," I said with disdain. I didn't really like
this woman, but she had what I wanted real bad, and the last thing I
wanted to do was queer the deal with a wrong remark. "What do you feel
would be an adequate compensation?"

	"Do you mean, what do I feel you should pay," she asked?

	"Yes," I said. I figured that she had an inkling of what she
was worth, but had no idea of what to ask for the boy. I didn't want
to just throw out a figure, because I felt that I could get him
cheaply. "You know that he has never done this before, so I have to
teach him everything." "I'll give you two hundred dollars," I said,
thinking that she had probably never gotten that much for a fuck in
her life. I had, in my pocket, almost eight hundred, and from what I
had seen of Jacob, I was willing to spend every penny of it on him,
and even go back to my automatic teller for more, if I had to.

	"Deal!," she said, without even blinking an eye. "When do you
want him, and when will you bring him back?"

	"I'll take him with me this afternoon, and I'll bring him back
tomorrow afternoon, I said. I will take him out and buy him some new
clothes. (I wanted him in something more erotic than the rags he had
on.) Once again, you don't have to worry about him being hurt, he is
perfectly safe with me."

	"Give me the money, and he's yours," she blurted. She was
nervous about letting him go with me, I could sense that.

	I handed her the two hundred dollars and thought that I had
really gotten of cheap. It's just as well, it would give me more money
to buy things for the boy. "Let's go walk down Polk Street and see if
we can find them,"

	We left the "Dumpsteak," as I called it, and walked down to
northern California's most notorious street, for picking up hustlers.
We didn't have to walk far before we found Brian and Jacob. They were
standing on a corner, talking to one of Brian's tricks. "Probably
trying to see how much he can get for the boy," I thought.

	"Hey, Brian," I shouted. "You want to go with Jacob and me,
we're going out and get him some new clothes."

	Jimmy's eyes brightened when he heard this. "Fer sure," he
said. "Where are we going."

	"Macy's Kids Shops," I espoused.

	He said goodbye to his mother, and without the slightest bit
of apprehension we walked away and headed back to where I had parked
my truck in front of Brian's. As I opened the door, I could smell the
foul odor of piss and shit from the ride up. I took of my seat-shit
cover and handed it to Brian and asked him to wash it for me. He took
it into the house and threw it into the washer and came back out,
mincing every step of the way. We all piled into the Blazer and headed
downtown. I parked in the garage at Union Square and we walked over to
Macy's, just a few blocks away. I noticed as we walked, that Jacob had
no outward fear of going off with two strange men. I wondered if he
would retain his composure as the afternoon and night progressed. I
wondered what he would do when I started fondling him. I wondered a
lot of things and all the while my cock was rock hard with
anticipation.

	We made our way through the Kids Shop and I bought three
hundred dollars worth of new clothes... baggy shorts, tight shorts,
tee-shirts, tank tops, shoes, socks, underwear, all things which I
figured he would look sexy in. (Not that he didn't look sexy in the
rags he had on.) "Let's go up stairs to the toy department," I said.
We took the elevator up to the top floor and I spent another two
hundred dollars on "toys". Ninja turtles are really big this year.

	We got outside, each of us laden down with packages and Jacob
beaming from ear to ear. He told me that it seemed like Christmas for
him. Ingratiating a child is the easiest way to make him wish to
please. We rode back to Brian's with Jacob talking non-stop about his
new clothes and toys. When we arrived at Brian's I told him to pick
out his favorite outfit we had bought and to go into the bedroom and
out it on. I didn't want to see him naked just yet, I wanted to
prolong my excitement. He came out of the bedroom wearing a skin tight
pair of Speedos, a fluorescent yellow tank top, and white boaters,
with no socks.

	"Walk over here," I said. He walked over close in front of me.
"Turn around." He turned and I put my hand on his ass and squeezed it
slightly, running my hand down his leg and back up the other. They
were very smooth, without the slightest bit of hair. I ran my hand up
between his legs and into his crotch, putting my thumb right at his
asshole and pushed inward with a slight bit of pressure. He didn't
flinch at this, and I asked him to turn back around. I lifted the tank
top and exposed his bare chest. I could see the slightest bulge of
boy-cock in the tight pants, and I let my hand toy around his tits and
then slide down toward his crotch, stopping just short of his boy-
basket. "Nice fit," I said.

	"Thanks a lot for the clothes and toys. I haven't ever had
this many new things at one time in my life."

	His voice had me mesmerized. His youngness had me hard. Brian
was just smiling, you know that kind of smile that says... "You dirty
old man." Fuck him, I was a dirty old man, and couldn't care less who
knew it, especially Brian. After about an hour of watching TV and
playing with Ninja turtles, my seat cover was dry and I said to Jacob
that we should be going. He gathered up his new things and we put them
in the truck and drove off.

	"Where we headed?" he asked.

	I was amazed at how he seemed to be fearless about all this.
"Well, I said, we are going to go out to Golden Gate Park and take
some pictures, and then we'll go and get something to eat, and then
we'll go over to my house and see what happens next." I had been
watching him, sitting there in the seat next to me. His legs spread
out and his crotch exposed. I reached over and tousled his tow-head
and ran my hand down his arm, and into his crotch. I grabbed his
boy-basket lightly and gave it a squeeze. He reacted by sliding down
in the seat. (To give me better access?) I wondered if he had done
this before, Wanda said that he was a virgin, but he seemed pretty
willing.

	Out of the blue he said "Mama says you want to touch me and
play with my dick."

	"Is that OK?" I asked.

	"Sure," he smiled. "Mama told me what would probably happen.
She said that you would want to suck on my dick. She showed me what to
do."

	"What do you mean," I asked.

	"Last night she showed me how when you rub your dick it gets
stiff and sticks out. She said that when I get older I would
understand more about it, but for now I could just let you do what
ever you wanted, as long as you don't hurt me. Brian said that you are
a nice man and that he's known you for a long time and that you
wouldn't hurt me at all."

	"Brian's right," I said. "I have no intentions of hurting you.
I just want to take some pictures of you and see what you look like
with your clothes off, and what your dick looks like when it's stiff."

	We rode along in silence until we got to the park. We went to
a section of the park that I knew was not frequented by a lot of
people. I told him that we would take some pictures here, and to get
the skateboard he bought out of the back of the truck. I wanted to use
it as a prop. We hiked into the park until we came to a stand of
redwood trees. "Just right, I said somewhat to myself, but looking at
him. Stand over there and lean up against the tree." He did as I asked
and I went over to position him in just the right fashion. I took his
leg and propped it up on the tree, so that his left knee was bent and
his foot flat on the tree. (You know the position, you seen it a
hundred times before.) I took his right hand and hooked his tank top
over his thumb, and put his palm flat against his left tit. This
raised the tank top up, exposing his navel, and allowing his boy-box
to show more fully. I rested the skateboard against his upraised knee,
and stood back to look at it. "That looks pretty good, I said, hold it
right there." I took my camera and took ten pictures from different
angles and told him he could relax.

	"This is fun," he said. "What next."

	I told him to take the tank top off. He slid the garment off
slowly and I felt that he was trying to be sexy for me. My cock was
rock hard, as it had been for about the last four hours. I took the
skateboard and laid it flat on the ground and told him to sit down on
it. He did so without question. "Good boy," I thought.

	"Lock your hands behind your head, pull your knees up and
spread your legs slightly," I said. He was so good at following
directions. It was almost as though he had done it before. Maybe in
another life. I marveled at the smoothness of his body as he sat there
on the skateboard with his hands behind neck, fingers entwined. It
fully showed his chest and armpits, both without a trace of hair. I
took another set of ten pictures from different angles. "You're doing
just swell. If you don't mind changing here in the woods, I would like
you to put on these baggy red shorts, leave your underwear off, and
put on the white and red Gotcha tee-shirt. I'll go over there, I said
pointing to the open, and watch and see that no one comes."

	He started to pull off the Speedos as I was leaving the clump
of trees. In an instant he was ready and hollering through the
bushes, "OK I'm ready!," I walked back into the clump of trees where he
was standing in the outfit I had picked out for him to put on. "How
do I look?"

	I could only come up with one word "Stunning, let's see how
you photograph in these. Why don't you sit back down on the skateboard
like you were in the last set of pictures." He sat back down on the
board, put his hands behind his head, and spread his legs in a similar
fashion to the way he sat before. What I wanted to get in this picture
was a shot down his leg and into his shorts, which were baggy enough
that I could get a picture of his cock, inside his pants. I decided
that I would video this shot since I could use the zoom lens in a
moving fashion. I needed to position his leg just right for the shot,
so I reached down and moved his legs apart a little farther and stood
back to see if I could see down the leg of the shorts. My dick was
still rock hard as I touched his leg and slid my hand down inside the
leg of the shorts to make the leg down to the crotch more visible. I
reached the vee in his crotch and my hand brushed his ball sack, and
he shuddered.

	"That tickles, he said"

	"Everything we do today or tonight is going to tickle, I said
somewhat dryly, feel free to laugh at any time. It makes you smile and
only enhances the pictures we are taking." I continued to slide my
hand around inside his shorts, I felt his cock and without really
grabbing it, moved it to the side so that now when I looked down into
his pants leg I could see his cock and balls. His sweet cock was not
hard, I didn't know what I was going to have to do to make it hard
later, but I hoped it would take a lot sucking and feeling to do it. I
got out the video camera and started taping. I was able, using the
zoom lens, to get a shot that started at his head and the slowly
worked its way down his body to his feet and then back up his right
leg and down into his pants leg, where you could see his cock. This
shot so turned me on, that I was able to come in my shorts without
touching myself. (I love it when that happens.)

	After we completed the video taping, I said that we were
finished at that location, and that we should go and get something to
eat. We packed up our equipment and hiked back to the truck. "Are you
having fun yet," I asked.

	"Sure am," he replied, with that smile on his face that I had
fallen into instant love with. "It seems like Christmas with all the
nice things you bought me, and Mama said I should act like I am
enjoying what you're doing even if I'm not, but I really am. Really."

	"I am glad you are having fun," I said, "I hope that you
continue to have fun as the day wears on. Where do you want to go to
lunch?"

	"I don't care, maybe McDonald's? There's one at the beginning
of the park. Do you want to go there?" he asked sheepishly."

	"Now with all the money we have left, you surely don't want to
just go to McDonald's do you? I tell you what, let's pile in the truck
and head out of town, go to my house and I will fix us some hot dogs."

	"Sounds good to me," Jacob said.

	We got back to the truck and he jumped in and said, "I am
really having fun, and Mama said I'm making my keep. What does that
mean?"

	"It means that you should enjoy what you are doing with me and
you will eat better when you get home," I said.

	"Huh?"

	"Forget it," I said, "just enjoy the ride."

	We stopped along the way to the freeway to pick up some Pepsi.
The day had really heated up and I turned the air conditioning on in
the truck. We were tooling along the same route I had come into town
on, and I began thinking of the ride up and was deep in thought when
the cellular phone rang. "Who the fuck could this be," I wondered half
aloud to myself. I picked up the handset, and annoyed at being
disturbed, I said "Yeah."

	"Michael?" the voice on the other end said hesitantly.

	I immediately recognized Alex's voice and my demeanor changed.
"Alex, how are you?

	"Just wanted to tell you what a good time I had yesterday."
Alex said. "Aaron had a good time, too. He wants us to come back to
your house again real soon."

	"Well you guys are welcome any time you want to." I said.
"Right now however, the traffic is getting bad and I have to go."

	"OK," Alex said. "I'll call you soon."

	"That'll do it," I said in my most business voice. After I
hung up, I wondered why I had used that business voice with Alex. I
finally figured that it was due to Jacob's presence. I didn't want him
asking questions about the conversation. I looked at him and felt my
groin twitch. My dick was getting hard from just looking at this boy,
and I knew the best was yet to come. It startled me when he began to
talk. "Huh?" I said, as he snapped me back to reality.

	"I gotta pee!," He said it, not with urgency, just stating
fact.

	"Bad?" I asked.

	"How far is it to where we are going?"

	"About another ten minutes ride," I replied. "Can you wait?"

	"No problem," Jacob grinned.

	What a grin this kid had. AND, he had to pee. I hope what was
going to come next wouldn't freak him out to bad. The traffic thinned
out and I figured that I could cut the ten minutes down to five or
six. I pushed the accelerator down and we took off. My exit came up
and I got off the freeway. The day was still really nice and it was
only one o'clock in the afternoon, and Jacob wasn't due back to Wanda,
until tomorrow morning. Life was good all of a sudden. I turned the
corner on my street, pulled into the driveway, looked at Jacob and
said "We're here!".

	"You live in a trailer?" he asked.

	Since we were parked in front of my mobile home, I didn't feel
a need to reply. We got out and went inside, I had left the air-
conditioning on when I left home, so it was nice and cool inside. I
went straight to the fridge and got out two sodas and offered him one.

	"Thanks." he said, again shooting me that inimitable smile.
"Can I use the bathroom?"

	"Since I have a washer and dryer, and you have so many clothes
to put on," I said "let's try something. Put on the stone-washed Guess
jeans." They were the only pants I bought that fit tight. He
disappeared into my bedroom and came back out wearing the jeans I had
suggested. They were nice and tight, and showed off what little basket
he had. "Now, I want you to just go ahead and piss in your pants.

	"Are you kidding?" he asked with his eyes almost popping out
of his head.

	"No," I said. "Look, they can be washed right away, and I want
to get some video tape of you while you are doing it."

	He was hesitant, "I don't know if I can.

	"Sure you can," I said. "Just stand there and close your eyes
and pretend you are standing in front of the toilet and then just pee.
See how slow you can let it out.

	He stood there and strained and said he couldn't do it. I said
that he was probably trying to hard. "Try and relax. The more you try
and strain, the harder it will be." He stood there for about two
minutes and said that it was starting to come out. I turned on the
video camera and watched through the view finder as the front of his
pants started to get wet in a small spot just below his crotch.
"That's good," I said "keep going." He continued to piss in his pants
and the spot continued to grow until it became a dark trail down his
right leg and the piss started to run.

	"This feels weird," he said. "But, you're right it feels warm
and kinda good." He put his hand on the wet spot and rubbed it so that
it spread the spot around and made it bigger. "My dick is getting hard
from this."

	"My dick has been hard most of the day," I said trying to
emulate his grin. He finally said that he was done, and I hoped the
tape turned out well. "Let's go into the TV room and watch this. You
can go in the bedroom and change into whatever you want to put on." I
went and turned on the TV and put the tape into the VCR and rewound
it. He walked into the room wearing the skin tight Speedos (How did he
know?) and sat down in one of the recliners and said he was ready. I
looked over at him and said I was too. I put the tape in and we
watched the replay of him in the park, and then his piss episode.

	"That's really neat," he said. "Can we see it again?"

	I replayed the tape for him, and then he asked what we were
going to do next. "What do YOU want to do?" I asked.

	"I want to take your picture!," he replied without blinking. He
got up and picked up the video-cam and asked how it worked. I showed
him how to operate it, and asked him what he wanted me to do. "Can you
piss your pants?"

	"One of my favorite things." I stood up and faced him sitting
in the chair. "Are you ready?"

	"Yes."

	I began to let my rock hard cock dribble out piss, like I had
done so many times before. The spot on my pants began to appear and
then grow as I released more and more piss in my Levis. Soon, my pants
were soaked and piss was running into my socks. "Did you get it all on
tape?" I asked.

	"Sure did," he replied. "Can we watch it back?"

	I put the tape in the VCR and let him watch, while I went to
change my clothes. I put on one of my favorite pairs of baggy shorts,
and returned to the TV room. I had not yet lost my hard-on, and my
cock was bulging out the front of my shorts, signaling my excitement.
I didn't know where to progress next with Jacob. I sat down in the
recliner just opposite him and said, "Now I want to take some pictures
of you naked." He jumped up and started to peel off his clothes. "Not
so fast," I said. "Put your shirt back on and let me tape you
stripping."

	"OK!," He put his shirt back on and asked how he should do it.

	"Turn around with your back to me and slowly take your shirt
off, then slide your hands into the back of your shorts and slide them
down over your ass to your knees.""OK, now step out of the shorts, put
your hands over your cock and turn around slowly and face the camera."
He was doing excellent. As he turned around, he shot that smile at the
camera like a pro. "You sure you haven't done this before?"

	"Yes." he said emphatically.

	He was standing there with his little cock cupped in his
hands. "Now rub your crotch and see if you can make your cock hard
without letting the camera see it." I said. He started rubbing his
crotch area, keeping one hand over his dick and not letting the camera
see it. "When it gets hard, just drop your hands and put them on your
hips." He did exactly as I wanted. Soon he was standing there with his
hands on his hips, cock standing rigid. It was really the first time I
had seen it fully. It wasn't very large, not that I had expected it to
be. There was no sign of hair on his crotch anywhere. He was perfectly
smooth, and as usual he was smiling. I finished the tape and put the
camera down, and walked over to him and caressed his back, letting my
hand slide down to his ass and around his hips to his cock. I grabbed
his boy-hood in my hand and squeezed it ever so gently. He shuddered
as I did this and I asked him if it hurt. He said that it felt good. I
dropped down on my knees and began licking his balls and crotch. I
took his cock in my mouth and began sucking on it and he just stood
there shaking. "I don't think you can cum yet, you are probably to
young."

	"What does that mean?" he asked.

	"Well," I said, it's kinda hard to explain. When a boy reaches
a certain age, and he strokes his cock like this, he shoots out this
white liquid from his dick that's called sperm.

	"I know what that is," he said with authority. "My friend
Bobby is thirteen and he can jack-off. Do you know what that is? He
says that when the sperm shoots out, it is the best feeling you can
have."

	"Yes," I said. "All men, and boys who have reached puberty can
do it."

	"Bobby lets ME jack him off sometimes. You want me to do it to
you?"

	"You want to do it to me?" I asked.

	"I can, I know how. Take your clothes off, and I'll show you."

	I started to take my clothes off real slow. My dick was so
hard I thought it was going to burst with anticipation. I stood in
front of him with only my jockeys on. My cock was pushing at the
front, straining to get out. I walked close to him and took his hand
and put it on my cock. He squeezed and I thought I was going to come
right then. He started jacking me off without waiting for me to take
off the underwear. "Easy," I said, "You'll make me cum to quick." I
was really excited. Without urging him, he started to pull my shorts
down. All of a sudden my cock flopped out and was pointing at his
face like an arrow.

	"Jeez, yours is huge." he said wide-eyed. Bobby's is small.
Not as small as mine, but a lot smaller than yours.

	He took my cock in his hand and squeezed and started jacking
it again. I removed his hand from my throbbing rod and placed it on my
balls. "Rub me here." He started rubbing my balls and I kept hold of
his hand and ran it between my legs. "Stand up." I directed. He
immediately stood up and his little dick was at attention. I turned us
around and I sat down in the chair, an said, "I will demonstrate on
you, what I want you to do to me. OK?" He nodded OK, and I started by
rubbing his tits, to see if I could get them hard. Sure enough, they
started to become erect. Flat on his chest, but you could feel the
nipple hardening up. I leaned forward and licked his nipple and the
area in between his tits. I had my hands on his hips, wrapped around
to his ass cheeks. I could feel him lightly shaking at each nibble.
"Does that hurt?" He nodded his head back and forth, indicating NO. As
I continued to lick I kept getting lower on his chest. He was so short
I had to finally slide out of the chair and sit on the floor in order
to be at "mouth level," with his groin. I licked and licked at his
groin, allowing my tongue to hit his cock, his balls, the area under
his balls, down his leg slightly, and back up to where I took his cock
into my mouth and began sucking. His boy-meat was so small that I
really didn't have to make any up and down motion. I could get the
entire thing in my mouth so that I could use my tongue to rub up and
down the back side of it. Still holding on to his hips I could really
feel him shaking. I didn't think that he could cum, so after a while,
I pulled off and sat there looking at him."That feel good?" He nodded
agreement. "You think you can do that?"

	He said that he thought that he could. I stood up and he
immediately pushed past me and sat down in the chair. With him sitting
in the chair he could barely reach my navel. I squatted down and took
his hand and put it on my tit. He rubbed lightly on my chest and
leaned forward and barely bit on the nipple. "You can bite it harder."
I said. He applied more tooth to the nipple, and I winced in
pleasure. I moved his head from one tit to the other. I continued
guiding his head where I wanted him to lick and bite. Soon, I had him
in a position to start on MY groin. He didn't seem to mind having his
tongue on my balls and dick. When I pulled him back so that I could
guide my dick towards his mouth, he willingly opened his mouth in
invitation. I pushed my cock in his mouth, and he began sucking on it
as though it were his thumb. He was clumsy, but eager to please. I
didn't know how much more I could stand and pulled it out of his mouth
just as I exploded on his chest. I took my rigid tool in my hand and
jacked off hard and fiercely. Shot after shot of cum landed on his
chest and face. I had hold of him with my other hand on the back of
head. He couldn't get away from the onslaught of sticky white goo. He
made no attempt to. When it was over he took his hand and rubbed the
splotches of cum on his chest and face. He stuck a wet finger into his
mouth and licked it. "Taste good?" I asked.

	"Doesn't really have much taste." he replied.

	"Well, sometimes it tastes bitter and sometimes it tastes
sweet. It really differs from person to person. It depends on what you
have eaten. A lot of different factors go into how it tastes."

	"I wonder how soon I'll be able to do that?" Jacob said.

	"Quick enough, I suppose." I replied. Reaching for the video-
cam, I said, "Play with your cock and make it hard and then jack off
for me for a while." I got in real close with my camera, as he stroked
his tiny tool. It got hard and he rubbed it in an up and down motion
while I taped his hairless body, from head to toe. Using the zoom lens
I moved in and out, while he continued to stroke his cock. "Show me
your asshole." He raised his legs and put his hands on his butt and
pulled his cheeks open, exposing a hairless, tight hole. "Let me get
my tripod." I set the camera up so that I could get into the scene and
dropped down on my knees and threw his legs back in the air and began
licking and sucking at his ass. I was whipped into a frenzy very
quickly. I wanted to fuck this boy, but I didn't want to cause him any
pain or consternation. I remembered my small vibrator and thought this
would be a god way to start. I ran to the bathroom and got it, and
returned to where he was laying in the chair, dick sticking straight
up. I put some lube on the tip of it and turned it on, and rubbed it
around the outside of his hairless hole. I probed ever so slightly
into his butt, and he made short moaning sounds. "Hurt?" I asked. He
shook his no at me, and I continued to push forward. I went real slow
and he made no move to stop me. It was a very small dildo and I knew
that the vibrating of it would ease the pain for him. I felt it hit
his sphincter and knew that if he was going to feel any pain it was
going to be in pushing past this point. "Relax," I told him. I could
feel his body go limp in the chair as he relaxed slightly, I took the
immediate opportunity to push quickly and get it past. He screamed out
in pain, and I quit pushing and just let it sit there, knowing that
the vibration would numb the pain quickly. After a few seconds he said
that it had quit hurting and I could go on. I didn't push any deeper,
I just let it stay in the same position, turning it around in his ass,
loosening him up. He began playing with himself and got an erection. I
loved his tiny fuck-pole... hairless and small. Even though I had just
came, I was hard and ready for another. This time I wanted to fuck
him. I slid the vibrator out of his ass and sucked on his cock, while
I inserted a finger into his ass. He felt no pain this time as I
slipped past the muscle of delight. I rubbed his tiny prostate gland,
and could tell that even at this young age, he was now enjoying it. I
slipped my finger out and stood up. "I want to stick my dick in your
ass." I showed him the vibrator next to my dick and told him that the
two were about the same size around. He noted that my cock was a lot
longer than the dildo. I said that I wasn't going to put it in all the
way. (I probably wouldn't make it very far in before I came anyway.) I
put a lot of lube on the tip of my cock and guided it towards his
virgin fuck hole. I pushed it in ever so slightly. It was so tight I
thought that I was going to come right then. I had to pull out and
pinch the tip to keep from cumming prematurely. I slipped it back in
and this time made it about four inches... just past the sphincter. He
was beginning to show discomfort, so I just let it rest in place. I
could feel it throbbing inside him. After several minutes he began to
wiggle his ass a little and then I began to take small strokes, each
time pushing a little deeper. I couldn't hold it any linger. I
exploded with a load of white-shot into the depths of his bowels. I
was the one moaning now. I pulled out quickly and collapsed on top of
him. He wrapped his arms around me and said he could feel my heart
beating. I was glad to hear that it was still beating. "Let's get
cleaned up." I pulled him out of the chair and carried his naked body
in my arms to the shower. We cleaned each other with loving care, got
out of the shower and dried ourselves off. As we were putting on our
clothes I asked him if he was hungry.

	"Getting that way," Jacob replied. He walked over and put his
arms around me and hugged me tight. "I love my Mama dearly," he
drawled, "But I wish I could live with someone like you all the time."

	"You and me both, dude," I said, "You and me both. Let's go
eat." As we walked out the door my thoughts ran over the weekend that
had just passed by. It was almost too much for me to comprehend. All
these young boys...

	If life got better than this, it hadn't happened to me yet.
Fortunately, there was still a great deal of time left, for... ?