EMO Boy Next Door

by Victor Thomas

August 2005

Keith

The first time I saw Tyler Wade, I had just turned nineteen, and I was less than a week away from beginning my first semester at Labette Community College in Parsons, where my goal was to obtain a two-year associate degree, and then move up to the university level for my bachelors. Sadly, I had not listened to my parents during my high school years regarding the GPA it would take for me to gain university admission directly out of high school, so I was doomed to another two years of living at home with the family. I'm Keith Connor by the way in case you're interested.

Undoubtedly a contributing factor to my lack of full attention to business during my high school years was my long running distraction with figuring out my sexual orientation, a matter that had caused me an awful lot of angst that occupied a lot of my time and thought processes. I had long held with the idea that a major contribution to my confusion regarding things sexual was my first introduction to high school level gym, and the mandatory after class showers which were a group event filled with a dozen of my peers totally naked, or at least in various stages of undress.

The idea that seeing other boy's nude would be a source of sexual excitement for me came as a real surprise. It wasn't that I hadn't experienced my share of 'you show me yours, and I'll show you mine' during my early youth. I had, but never quite on the scale of ten or so young and virile teen boys cavorting around a locker room and shower room fully naked five days a week. I found it quite intriguing that so many of the boys seemed totally at ease with allowing others to view them naked, and in some cases, it actually even seemed that they really enjoyed showing off their stuff, all but strutting around the space while fully naked as they took all of the available time before getting dressed for the next class of the day.

As for me, I was one of those that rushed through the showers as quickly as possible so that I might quickly hide my equipment behind a wrap-around towel at my waist. Once I had accomplished that modest maneuver, I found myself perfectly happy to linger around the locker room until the last minute, availing myself of all the eye candy that generated some highly disturbing thoughts.

As my four-year high school career progressed, and I matured accordingly, I pretty much reached the conclusion that I was gay, seemingly with a bias toward the more feminine type of boy. Not that I was attracted to the serious flamer type, the stereotypical 'limp wristed swisher' type, but I was greatly attracted to the more 'girly' type boys rather than the highly macho athletic types, who did nothing for me whatever.

My personal style is probably best described as preppy, as I preferred the more clean-cut boy-next-door look, and my haircut and mode of dress reflected that. I was, of course, pretty much in the closet, and very few of my classmates ever suspected my preferences even though it was widely known that I exhibited little interest in girls, or dating during high school. Oh, I usually found some female friend to take to the more obligatory school events, the senior prom, and various dances, but those occasions were benign with me promptly seeing my 'date' home with nothing more than the occasional chaste peck on the cheek as we said goodnight.

I suppose there was the usual gossip behind my back regarding my apparent lack of interest in attempting to physically maul any of these ladies, but none of it was ever presented to me in any kind of a mocking or aggressive manner, so it was never an issue for me.

I knew I had to be very careful not to reveal myself to my friends and classmates. There have been a few instances of gay bashing in the last few years, even a couple of lynchings, if you can believe that, as well as one boy killing himself a couple of years back, after his boyfriend had been killed, murdered actually as it turned out. Scott had been tormented mercilessly after being outed by his own father. The four boys who had been the main instigators just disappeared after that. No one knows what happened to them, if they ran away from home or what. Not that I care!

In any event, the aforementioned 'he' referenced in my opening was the boy member of the family that had moved into the house directly next door to my own over this past summer. His name was Tyler, age seventeen, and he was going to be attending high school as a senior when school started next week. He was a slender lad, and slight of build, probably not more than five feet eight inches tall and somewhere around one hundred thirty pounds, and generally cute as hell. He was seriously 'emo', a style that was gaining in popularity, especially among the younger teen set, and the feminine aspect of that style held serious appeal for me.

He wore his hair in typical emo fashion, long and straight so that it nearly hid his face as it hung down from his forehead in wild strands. He had dyed it a coal black, and then added several streaks of a vibrant red, and he tended to use eyeliner to darken his eyebrows and lashes so that they stood out. He dressed in full emo fashion, usually in a tee shirt emblazoned with some acid rock band logo, over which he liked to wear a too-large dress shirt of some ungodly plaid, or color, which was never buttoned, or tucked into the tight stovepipe style jeans he favored. The jeans were always decorated with dozens of stuck-on sequins and various marker pen drawings of lightning bolts, swastikas, and all manner of rebellious symbols. Often the jeans were sprinkled with carefully placed rips that exposed sufficient smooth thigh or butt cheek flesh to capture the prurient interest of guys like me, but I think the quirk of dress he liked that intrigued me the most was his painted fingernails and toenails, usually black, but now and then a vibrant red, or sickly green shade.

His slender and somewhat delicate fingers usually were heavily adorned with jewelry, rings ranging from simple narrow bands to glaring skulls, and fire-eyed dragons. I had never seen him without some kind of strand around his narrow neck, usually a thin leather strap, or a string of puka shells, and oh yeah, the socks. He constantly wore wildly decorated socks, some of which were long enough to rise above his knees, and these were topped by hi-top tennis shoes, skate shoes actually, the canvas tops being of the wildest patterns possible. At various times the ensemble included some goofy kind of hat, but not always, I suppose depending on his mood.

To blend with this fashion statement, he also possessed his fair share of 'girly' mannerisms, and while it only endeared him further to me, it made his mother roll her eyes frequently, while his dad had taken to pretty much pretending he didn't notice any of it. He loved to preen, frequently striking an outrageous pose where he jutted one narrow hip out to the side while he rested a limp hand on it as he formed an exasperated expression, and sighed heavily. Girly as all hell, and it almost always gave me a raging erection when he did it.

One oddity of his outrageous dress that always piqued my curiosity was the fact that despite the sprayed-on tightness of those skinny jeans he wore, there was never any hint of the treasures that surely lurked there. I mean hell, a boy has junk, right? And no matter how modestly endowed he might be, those second-skin jeans should show at least some measure of bulge, wouldn't you think? But nope, even when he rose up on his tiptoes and stretched, his thin arms going fully over his head and sucking every last inch of the meager slack from those jeans, nothing. Even stretched out on his bed, or on the floor, negative hint available, and it drove me nuts, if you will forgive the awful pun. I just knew he had a cock in there, damn it, and balls too one would think, but those freaking jeans really made a guy wonder if maybe, just maybe, he was equipped more like a girl. Could that even be possible? I frequently wondered, a pussy, for crying out loud. Gross!

No way! He might be 'girly' in any number of ways, but he was definitely a boy, wasn't he?

As my curiosity on the matter of his equipment grew to near obsessive levels, I was determined to find out the facts, and hopefully during this final week of summer vacation. Once classes began our hangout time together would be pretty limited, certainly much more than now, when we were together nearly constantly.

Shortly after waking up, I lay back in my bed and mulled over several

plots I might use to somehow get the fair Tyler out of his clothes, and that thought process soon led to me visualizing him naked, an event which in turned soon had me idly toying with my own package which was indeed naked under my sheet.

All of that locker room and showers, perving during high school had made one thing pretty clear to me, that being that my own equipment was nothing to be shy about, comparatively speaking. My cock was perhaps not the legendary proportions of porn stars, but there was no question in my mind that I was thicker than most, actually quite a bit thicker. Lengthwise I suppose I would define myself as above average, with my penis measuring about five inches long when flaccid and just topping six inches when fully erect. I was circumcised, and the thick shaft of my cock tapered into a wide and plumb-shaped head.

My scrotum was plump as well, and my balls were heavy which created a pretty nice pouch that dangled slightly between my thighs. I toyed with the smooth sack as I contemplated various ways to seduce Tyler, or at least see him naked, and it pleased me that nature had seen fit to provide me a fairly smooth body as I had matured, given that I was a bit put off by an abundance of body hair. My own body was actually quite smooth save for a narrow treasure trail that ran between my navel and my somewhat sparse thatch of pubes. There was a faint dusting of light fuzz on my lower legs, but my thighs, butt, and chest were smooth as glass, and even the small patches of growth in my underarms were hardly noticeable.

Letting go of my balls, I gripped my rigid shaft and pumped it a few times, and then I ran a fingertip over the sensitive knob several times, toying a bit around the little slit in the center. I really wanted to get into a nice jerk off session that would surely result in me spurting a nice ejaculation of warm semen across my tummy and chest, but I resisted, deciding that my current horny state might enhance my sordid thoughts regarding my challenge with Tyler.

In a high state of sexual need and desire, I reluctantly got out of bed, and followed my hard-on into the bathroom to prepare for the day. After a shower, I dressed in some jeans and a tee shirt and went downstairs in search of some breakfast.

My fast broken, I left the house, and walked over to Tyler's house where his mom let me in with her usual warm greeting. She told me that he was still in his bedroom, and so I headed down the hall to his closed door. I rapped on it, and then pushed it open and went inside, then closed it again behind me. He was seated at his computer desk, dressed as usual in his skinny jeans and wild t-shirt, and he was focused on a small shaving mirror as he carefully applied eyeliner to his eyes. I had seen him do this a few times, and it fascinated me each time I watched him do the somewhat intricate application, the sheer 'girlyness' of it somehow very exciting to me.

He didn't acknowledge my presence until he had finished with his eyes, and then he looked over at me where I had taken a seat on his still messed up bed, and he gave me a sexy little wink and a smile. God, he was so freaking hot I thought, actually pretty, with that dark eye makeup on, and I could almost swear he was even going with a light application of lipstick on those full, lush lips of his.

I grinned back at him, and spoke my heart, saying, "you're beautiful, Tyler!"

He blushed, an even more 'girly' expression crossing his face, and he

replied softly, "you really think so, Keith? Uh, thanks, and you are as handsome as ever this morning, too."

Well, I thought silently, if that's how we both feel, dude, let's just get naked and fuck! Aloud, I simply mumbled thanks back. He turned back to his mirror then, his delicate fingers fluffing his long shaggy hair as I lay back on his bed, the scents of him flooding over my senses as I inhaled. God, he even smelled sweet, not in a perfume or cologne kind of way, but something very different, a clean aroma, faintly of soap and soft skin, and my dick swelled inside my jeans as I imagined kissing and licking every tiny patch of skin that had left the sheets smelling so delicious.

Apparently satisfied with his hair, he rose from his chair and put the mirror into a drawer.

He turned toward me, and hit me with another of those sweet and girly smiles, and said, "so dude, another day in paradise. So, what are we up to today?"

Let's see, I thought, how about we drive out in the sticks someplace, get naked, and fuck in the back seat of my car to start?

Out loud, I replied, "I don't know, pretty one, just hanging out again, I guess. Anything special that you want to do?"

He shrugged, and then reached for a shirt that hung on a hook on the

back of his door, and I quickly stole a glance at his crotch, hoping that his somewhat stretched out posture would give hint to his package, but no luck again. He shrugged into the shirt, as usual letting it just kind of hang off his lean frame, unbuttoned of course, and then he moved to his dresser where he began pawing through his jewelry box making selections of rings, which he slid on his fingers. He added a thin leather band to one wrist, a matching piece for the one circling his neck, and he turned to me then and struck that little pose for me, the one with his cute butt stuck out to one side while he bent his wrist nearly backward as he cocked his head, and gave me a juicy seductive smile.

"Well stud, whatever we end up doing you seem to have already thought of the lunch issue," he said. "I mean, that is a banana and a couple of apples in your jeans, right?"

It actually took me a few seconds to get his meaning, and I glanced down at my lap, mildly appalled at seeing my somewhat obvious erection and my balls on display as the soft material of my jeans clung to it all. On the other hand, I found the comment hopeful given that he had never before made such a remark to me, and I was encouraged that he seemed interested in the subject.

I moved my gaze to his totally flat crotch, and stared a moment before meeting his grinning gaze.

"For sure, dude," I told him. "You know I always think ahead, and if you're really good, I might let you eat some, too."

He blushed again, and giggled all girly-like, and then answered, "cool, I'm sure there's plenty to keep me from starving. How about if we just sort of go drive around and see what comes up?"

Damn, another thinly veiled comment, I thought. This just might turn

out to be an amazing day after all if he stays in this weird little mood of his. I got up then, and followed him down the hallway where we said goodbye to his mom, and then headed out to my car.

As it turns out, the ensuing couple of hours proved very interesting, if a little strange. When I say strange, I mean that for whatever reason Tyler was acting very much out of character today. By that I mean that since I had first shown up in his bedroom this morning, he was giving me a ton more sexy signals than was his norm, and as we aimlessly drove around town he continued in that vein, both in his thinly veiled remarks and his body language, which surprisingly included his reaching over to touch my thighs in one way or another several times.

The other thing that was unusual behavior for him was the degree of girly preening and gushing he was doing, not a totally unusual thing for him to do, but his exhibiting the tendency to the degree that he was today was a bit over the top. Not that I minded you understand, I actually like it, especially that part about him constantly gripping my thigh with his delicate fingers, each time a bit higher it seemed, but that could have been the result of wishful thinking on my part, and closer to the pulsing boner in my jeans that had resulted.

I finally decided it was time for a break from driving, so I pulled into the Jump Start convenience store and got us something to drink, and then I drove out to Elmore Park, north of town, where I parked overlooking the river. We sipped our soda's and chatted some more, with him continuing his gushing demeanor, including the frequent touching of my leg, and it was driving me crazy that he never actually touched my stuff, which by now I very much wanted him to do.

Finally, he made some inane remark and giggled as he once again reached over to grasp my thigh, and I had by now had all I could take so I grabbed his wrist and tugged until his fingers were gripping my rock-hard cock. He froze for several seconds, but made no effort to pull his hand back as he leaned close to me and stared into my eyes, a strange expression on his cute face. I held his gaze, trying to convey my desperation, and when he slowly tightened his grasp on my erection, his hand began moving slowly.

I exhaled in a mixture of exasperation and rampant desire, and then without really thinking about it, I leaned in and kissed his soft, lush mouth, my tongue instinctively pushing inside. He froze again, but just for a second, and then he was definitely kissing me back, tongue and all.

As we carried on the soulful kiss, he grew bolder with rubbing my rigid cock inside my jeans, and when we finally came up for air, he nuzzled into me as I stroked his back.

"Keith, my god, I have so wanted that from you, and Jesus, dude, your cock, it's so big!" he uttered, kind of breathlessly.

I was so stunned by the last few minutes I was momentarily speechless, and when I finally found my voice, I simply said, "me too, babe, me too. I've wanted this, to kiss you, to touch you, well, since we first met, actually!"

He sighed heavily into my shoulder, and a small shudder went through him as he continued to explore my raging boner as best he could, given our cramped quarters. My mind was racing as I tried to come up with someplace we could go to be alone to take all this to whatever level it was destined for.

"Let's go for a walk," I said. "We need to find someplace where we can be alone."

We exited the car and started walking around the park. There weren't a whole lot of people here today, but there are always some campers or other visitors, and we really needed to be somewhere where we wouldn't be seen.

We soon made our way to the small bluff overlooking the river. Just north of the park the river briefly splits for maybe two hundred yards or so, and there is a small island located in the middle. The river joins back up south of the island and then runs through the east side of town on it's way toward Grand Lake. There's really nothing out there except trees and brush, and I suppose some deer or other animals.

"You ever been out to that island?" he asked me.

"I've thought about it once or twice, but no," I answered. "We'd have to get a boat and row out to it and that's not something I really want to do."

"We could always walk across the railroad bridge," he pointed out. "We should do it, just for the hell of it. And we can't be any more alone than someplace like that."

"Why not?" I said. "Let's go."

We walked the short distance to the railroad tracks and started walking toward the bridge over the river.

"I hope a train doesn't come along," he says, grinning, as we start crossing.

It's sort of scary when I look down and see the river about twenty feet below. I suppose if one of us actually fell into the water we'd probably survive, but that doesn't mean I want to.

As we slowly made our way across, we started getting braver. Before long, we were walking on the actual rails, trying not to lose our balance as we stick our hands out to our sides. We actually start holding hands as we get more and more confident.

About ten minutes later, we finally reach the island and start to explore. Not that there's a whole lot to see. As expected, there's really nothing to see. We do see a couple of deer at least.

He surprises me when he pushes me up against a tree and we start making out. He starts rubbing my crotch again and I'm growing harder and harder, as you would expect. I do the same with him, while also grabbing his butt.

Just when I'm ready to try something else, the grating sound of the weird ring tone of his cell phone interrupted our reverie. Both of us jumped, acting as though someone had suddenly caught us in the act, and then he grinned sheepishly and fished out the phone to answer it.

He handled this with just one hand, his other hand carrying on with rubbing my bone, and I just settled back, letting him do it, and I even splayed my legs wider to help him. It felt fucking amazing too, even just over my jeans, and while I wasn't a total virgin, I hadn't really had all that many hands other than mine touch my dick, and I was loving it, big time.

Finally, he broke the call and grinned widely at me as he said, all excited, "this is totally fate; Keith, it has to be. That was my mom calling to tell me that she and my aunt are going to drive over to Joplin to go shopping, and, wait for it, she won't be back until after dinner!"

I couldn't believe it at first, I mean here I am racking my brain to come up with a better, more comfortable place for what I want to do, and right out of the blue the perfect place just drops into our laps. Wow! I grabbed on to him and pulled him close, kissing his lush mouth passionately, and when we broke it, we both said, almost in unison, "back to the house... and hurry!"

We quickly start making our way back to the bridge and practically run across it in our haste. Probably not the safest thing to do, but I wasn't thinking straight, if you'll pardon the pun.

Driving back to his house, the mood seemed to change once again, with him suddenly becoming somewhat withdrawn compared to before. He moved back over to his side and grew kind of quiet, and I really missed his touch on my aching cock, and I started to worry that he was having second thoughts about the whole thing. He kept stealing little sideways glances at me, a kind of worried look on his face as he kept wringing his hands in his lap.

Finally, I decided that it was time to fish or cut bait, so I asked him straight out, "what's up, babe? Are you having second thoughts now? I mean, just because things got hot there for a bit doesn't mean we have to, you know... I mean, I'd love that, but it's cool. I understand."

He shot me a look, his expression almost fearful, and then he blurted, "oh Keith, no, please no. I really want, you, us to, uh... I just... oh shit, dude... I just... well, you're gonna think I'm still a kid, you know. You're so big, and I'm, well, I'm not, is all."

I actually laughed, the relief rushing over me to hear him say he actually wanted me as much as I wanted him, and his concern was the freaking size of his cock! Hell, at this point I didn't give a rat's ass if he was packing a miniature dick or what, I just flat wanted us to get naked and roll around his bed, and I told him exactly that.

He giggled shyly, but I could sense his relief at my comments, and in a flash, he slid back over beside me and started licking my neck as that delicate hand once more slid along my thigh, gently touching my still rigid cock inside my pants. I worked some mental math to keep myself under some degree of control, and exceeded the speed limit a little as we got closer to his house.

We went inside, and I headed to his room while he walked through the house to ensure that we were in fact alone, and then he joined me in his room. Despite the empty house, he closed and locked his door, and then turned to face me where I sat on his bed. He grinned shyly, and when I beckoned to him, he kind of swished his way over to stand in front of me, his hands gathered behind his back. His long hair hung in his face as he looked down at me, and I slowly lifted my hands and slipped them under his tee shirt. I ran my fingers over his silky-smooth skin to his chest, and he gasped as I teased his slightly puffy nipples, gently squeezing the tiny points when they hardened under my touch. I withdrew my hands, and then got that silly shirt he always wore off his narrow shoulders and dropped it on the floor. Gripping the hem of his t-shirt, I tugged it over his head and tossed it, leaving him naked to the waist. I ran my hands along his thin arms as I took a good look at him, my cock throbbing behind my jeans.

He was so thin, nearly skinny, and I could have counted his ribs where his alabaster skin stretched across them. There wasn't a hair on him anywhere, and his pink nipples were wide circles on his chest, the erected tips of them reminding me of a pencil eraser. His tummy was flat and soft with a neat little button at its center. He was anything but buff, or even especially fit, but to me he was absolutely perfect, and I don't think I had ever wanted anything more in my life. I put my arms around him, and we kissed again, the degree of excitement even greater than it had been in the car, and I trailed my fingers along the waist band of his jeans, searching for the buttons. He ran his tongue around my mouth, soft mewing noises coming from him as I managed to open the button on his pants. I worked the zipper down, and then pushed my hand inside the opening, searching for that mystery I had so often pondered.

I could feel the soft cotton of his underwear, and some exploring around told me he had on some kind of very snug fitting brief that clung to him like a second skin and suddenly I just couldn't take it another second. I simply had to see what he had hidden in there that he was always so guarded about.

I sat down on the bed behind me, and grabbed onto the waist of the jeans, and then yanked, those freaking skinny jeans not exactly a walk in the park to get off him. I finally got him out of them, and then sat back to look at him, and I knew then why it was I had not been able to discern any kind of bulge at his crotch. The tiny briefs he wore was extremely tight fitting and they were apparently designed to somehow keep his cock lodged between his thighs, a little like the so-called dance belt that male dancers wore for pretty much the same purpose. Be all that as it may, I can't tell you how fucking sexy he looked standing there in nothing but those sexy little panties, but I was in lust, big time!

He bent down and tugged my shirt over my head, and then he dropped to his knees as his thin fingers moved to my jeans. He fumbled with the fly a moment, and then got it open, and he looked up at me, a coy and nervous expression on his cute face as he worked the pants down my legs, and off. I leaned back on my elbows and watched him as his gaze settled on the thick bulge in my briefs where my rigid cock poked against the soft cotton, and he swallowed hard as his hand moved to my crotch where he once again gripped my pulsing erection.

"Jesus, Keith, it's freaking huge, and hard as steel!" he muttered as

he slowly stroked me.

I shuddered, his hand on my cock sending a potpourri of intense sensations coursing through me.

"You touching me feels amazing, babe," I said, "so intense. Come up here with me, I want to hold you, to kiss you, touch you, too!"

Quickly, he crawled up on the bed with me and shifted around so that we were stretched out side by side. I laid my arm over him and pulled him in for another of those delicious kisses.

As we swapped tongues and spit, I ran my hand over his smooth back, and then over his sweet little ass. He thrust against me, his pelvis grinding into my own, and I broke our kiss to drop down to lick his smooth chest, and tongue his perky nipples. He seemed excited by that, and he rolled onto his back, offering his slender body to my attentions. I sucked on his nipples, my hand roaming over the softness of his flat tummy, and when I slid my hand onto those little briefs, he tensed up, his hand dropping down to grip mine as I moved toward his crotch.

I froze, and looked up at him, and I had to smile at his expression. He had his eyes tightly closed and his sweet face was flushed a bright pink, and his eyeliner had begun to run dark streaks down his cheeks, the goo running along in the tears he was shedding.

That spooked me, his actually crying, and I suddenly flashed across my mind that I was in deep shit should this whole thing freak the boy out to a degree sufficient to cause him to tell his parents what I had been doing to him. He was, after all, technically a minor to my own adult status, and as much as his mom liked me, I seriously doubted she would appreciate my trying to fuck her boy.

Deciding to give him a minute to get it together, or to stop me all together, I moved my hand around him and cupped his pretty little butt as I went back to licking and sucking his tasty nipples which he had definitely enjoyed earlier.

A couple of minutes passed, and much to my surprise he reached back

and gripped my wrist, and then forcefully tugged my arm so that I ended up with my hand back on his briefs.

He inhaled deeply, and then blew out the breath as he mumbled, "it's okay, Keith. I really, I really want you to touch me. I'm just scared a little."

"Well, so am I, a little. I mean, it's pretty new, this stuff, and I don't want to force you into anything you're not cool with, babe."

He rolled his head on the pillow side to side quickly as he blurted, "shit, Keith, I am cool with this, I said I wanted it. I'm just so... Jesus, just promise you won't laugh at my, you know!"

Oh Christ, I thought, again with the tiny dick issue. Damn, how fucking little could it be, anyway? Damn it, I'm no size queen, I just want his cock, fuck the size of it! I looked into his eyes, and let my fingers dance over his little briefs as I searched for his prize.

"Look, Tyler, I just want you, okay," I told him. "I don't give a damn how small you are, and I sure as hell am not going to laugh, so just relax, okay."

He nodded, his eyes closing once more as I felt a small lump slide under my hand. He didn't freak as I rubbed his stuff, so I shifted some, and tugged the small briefs down his thighs. I bent to his puffy little nips

again, and lapped them as my fingers explored his goodies gently, and in a few seconds my hand was considerably fuller than it had been as he responded to my touch.

I looked then, simply no longer able to resist seeing the objects of my obsession, and when my gaze settled on his naked crotch I smiled widely, actually pleased beyond hope.

Him naked was everything I could have hoped for, even if his equipment was still somewhat on the boyish side, probably a result of a somewhat repressed puberty. His cock was hard now, and it pulsed in my grip as I gently squeezed the narrow shaft. It felt like pure silk, so smooth and hot as I rubbed it, and he was trembling like crazy, his nervousness and excitement overwhelming. I moved my hand lower and cupped his hairless scrotum, the weight of his balls causing my own balls to ache, and I studied his boy-boner carefully. He definitely had some remaining growth to go, but small as it was now, it was beautiful.

Probably a good four inches in length, it was narrow in girth and capped with a perfect plum-like knob that throbbed with lust so that it had a purple hue. I gripped that rigid dick in my fist, and he groaned loudly as I slowly pumped it while I studied his perfectly smooth pouch, the pink skin of it lined with tight little creases of soft flesh that bulged with his nice sized balls.

I was ecstatic, his developing boyhood absolutely perfect for my tastes, and I was so damned happy that I got to see it and touch it like this rather than how it would likely be in a couple of years after puberty

had passed him by. Even his very sparse thatch of silky looking pubes was perfect, obviously very recently emerged. I felt myself drooling as the sudden urge to suck him overtook me. Still gently rubbing his boyhood I used my other hand to toy with his balls again.

When he groaned in pleasure, I told him, "Tyler. Baby, it's all so perfect, so beautiful. I just love it, really, I do, and I want so badly to suck it, to taste your pretty cock and balls, and your sweet cum. Can I do that, baby, please?"

His eyes popped open, wide with anticipation as he just nodded his head. I winked at him, and then went right down there and took that hard little boy cock into my mouth.

Oh my god, it felt incredible in my drooling mouth, and I ran my tongue all over the shaft as I bobbed my head over his cock, my hand rolling and tugging his balls. My rain of saliva slicked his boner, and his narrow hips began bucking up and down as he matched my sucking rhythm, and in a minute or so we had it going on. His fresh taste flooded my senses, and the boyish scent of him was making me crazy, and I could feel my own precum causing some serious wetness on the sheet beneath me as I steadily worked his hardness in and out of my mouth.

I was eager now to bring him to the brink, and the anticipation of his creamy nectar spurting into my mouth made my jaw bone ache, and on a sudden impulse I let go of his balls and trailed my finger down into the snug crease of his hot little ass, searching for and then finding his tiny pucker. He groaned as I touched him there, my finger moving over the tiny muscle as I continued to suck him, and when my finger wormed its way past his tight ring, he grunted, and hissed.

"Oh Jesus, Keith, my god, it's so good, it's all so good!"

His hot tightness clamped firmly onto my probing finger and I could taste his free-flowing juices, and I knew he was really close now. I had read a lot about the supposedly intense response to a prostate massage, and I wiggled around inside his sheath until my finger rubbed across a small nub that caused him to gasp loudly, and I continued to probe it steadily, still sucking eagerly on his pulsing cock.

It only took another couple of minutes of that, and he was a goner, his back suddenly arching upward as he thrust that tasty boner into my mouth, and spurted his surprisingly copious boy-honey across my tongue in several bursts. God, it was delicious, so warm and creamy thick, and I savored every offering, before swallowing it all down as his sweet cock began to wilt and shrivel in my mouth.

I kept it in my mouth as it shrunk to about two inches, and I finally backed off him, smacking my mouth as I savored the stunning aftertaste of his yummy cum.

I couldn't resist stealing a look at his now tiny pecker as it lay in repose atop his smooth pouch of balls, and small as it was, it was still a thing of genuine beauty to me, and I couldn't wait to suck it all big and hard again.

I lay down beside him then, and took his thin body in my arms to hold

him close. I stroked his smooth back, and ran my hands over the sweet globes of his little ass.

"My god, baby, that was so amazing, so intense, and your cum is like ice cream, so sweet tasting," I tell him. "I love your cock and balls, I really, really do!"

He snuggled tightly to me, and I felt his hand slide down along my torso until he wrapped his narrow fingers around my rampant erection and began stroking it. I shuddered, my abject horniness welling up quickly as he pumped my shaft.

I shuddered again when I heard his soft, still boyish voice say, "it's my turn now. I want to suck this big-boy, and I want to taste your cum!"

With that stunning statement he pulled away, and quickly moved down to my cock, which he gripped at its base as he lowered his face over it. I groaned in pleasure as his soft tongue began swiping over the knob, and I groaned again when he took the shaft into his warm wet mouth and steadily moved those puffy soft lips down its length.

I sighed loudly, my fingers threading into his long hair as he found his rhythm and began bobbing up and down, rapidly driving me to distraction as my aching balls began to churn. For a first timer he was amazing, only scraping me with his teeth a couple of times.

He worked my balls in his fingers, and the slurping sounds as he sucked me were a pleasing addition to my excitement, and as much as I wanted this stunning pleasure to last about a week, it was just too intense to be denied.

After about ten glorious minutes I felt my balls pull up, and I clamped firmly onto his bobbing head as my orgasm hit, and I jetted what seemed like a half dozen strong spurts of semen into the boy's sweet mouth. He gagged some, to be sure, but he gamely stayed with it as I drained my balls, and when I finally stopped shooting, he gulped it all down, and then sat up and grinned at me as he swiped his forearm across his mouth to eradicate a few stray streaks of my cum.

I grinned right back at him, and when he collapsed onto me, I held him tight, telling how great he was.

By the time we had returned to planet earth I was a mess, sweat, cum,

and dark streaks of melted eyeliner were smeared all over me, my face and body, and he wasn't much better, especially his sweet face where long trails of the stuff lined his cheeks. I kidded him about looking like a

raccoon, and he pinched the head of my cock as a payback, then we climbed off the bed, and went to share a shower, another first for us both on this incredible day.

Without going into all of the details of the ensuing events, suffice it to say here that the shared shower not surprisingly led to another round of

wonderful sex between Tyler and me that very special afternoon, and to be fully forthcoming about it, I should tell you that before we were forced to reluctantly bring our tryst to a close, due his mom's impending return

home, I fucked his sweet little ass.

I hadn't actually planned to go that far with the boy, at least not this first time out, but trust me when I say that after all that original reluctance and shyness, my little Tyler emerged from that first encounter as quite a little tiger, and he all but insisted that I penetrate him, and when that incredible deed was done, his only admonition of my performance was that I had, again, ruined his makeup!

The End

Iomfats.org

EMO Boy Next Door

by Victor Thomas

August 2005

Keith

Voting

We support Ukraine — Мы поддерживаем Украину — Ми підтримуємо Україну

We support Palestine — We support Palestine — We support Palestine