Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2007 10:50:24 -0500 From: Charles Hughes <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 10 (t/b mast/exhibitionism/oral/anal) This story is entirely fiction. It is about the relationship of a teen with younger boys, including their sexual adventures. If you are not 18, or if it is illegal for you to read such material, you are to leave. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. To answer a question I've been asked by readers: Yes, I have one other story posted at Nifty. "Tyler Becomes a Man" is in the Adult/Youth section, Mar 23 2007. I will try to answer all email. email@example.com. Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 10 (masturbation/exhibitionism/oral/anal) One afternoon Adele asked Mike to come into the little office at the Customer Relations counter. "Mike, I want to make you an offer," she said. "You know Mrs. Jenkins hasn't been able to sit with Robbie as much since her husband got worse. Now she wants to be at home to take care of him all the time. She won't be able to sit at all. I'm in a bind." "Can I help?" Mike asked her. "I hope so," she smiled, "but maybe not in exactly the way you're thinking. I've had a few days notice from her to think about this, and I want to make you an offer. I'd like you to sit with Robbie all the time while I'm at work. That would mean giving up your job here. But I can pay you the same amount. The hours would be different..." "It's a deal!" Mike grinned. Adele laughed. "You didn't take much time with that!" "Didn't need to," Mike responded. "You know how I hate this job. Fat Al has this place so screwed up...and nobody likes it here..." "Some of us have to put up with it," Adele said quietly. "Oh, damn, Adele, I didn't mean it that way. You work your...You work hard for that pig. And all he does is grouse about things." Mike was embarressed that he had some choice and was talking about a summer job only, and Adele had fewer choices -- and with the responsibility of supporting a son. "Well, here's your chance to get out of here, Mike," she smiled. "And Robbie will be thrilled. You know, that little boy loves you, Mike." Mike felt his face flushing. "Ah...He's really a nice kid, Adele. I love him, too. We're sort of like brothers, you know?" "And you're a good big brother for him," Adele said. "So. Mrs. Jenkins said she'd work through Friday. But after that... Well, I'm scheduled for this Saturday again -- can you come over on Saturday. It would be about 9 in the morning to 6 or later in the evening." "I'll be there, Adele." Mike returned to work with a big smile on his face. All that time with the little boy he loved! It seemed to take a long time for Friday to roll around. Mike got off at 9 pm and got his check from the front office. He casually asked if Al were still back in his office and found that he was. He grinned, pocketed his check, and headed for the fitting room. He hadn't noticed, but he figured there was some kind of alarm or signal in Al's office when someone went into that "special" fitting room on the end. Or maybe Al just left the door to that "closet" open when he was alone in his office, so he could see when someone entered the fitting room. At any rate, Mike was certain that he would have an audience. He locked the fitting room door behind him and turned to face the mirrored wall -- behind which Mike knew Al was adjusting his big ass in the chair in front of what was, to him, a window. He stood still for a minute, then he took off his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly from the top down, then pulling it out of his slacks. He finished unbuttoning it and slowly shrugged his shoulders to allow it to fall off his shoulders onto the floor. Mike was no professional, but he had certainly had the practice. He had spent a lot of time in front of his mirror in his bedroom examining his body bit by bit, and he had learned to entertain himself with a striptease. He'd just never had an audience before. He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling it from the loops in the waistband. As it dropped to the floor, Mike turned his back to the mirror and bent to touch his toes, stretching the already-tight slacks over his ass. He straightened up, turned, and unzipped his fly with specific movements one inch at a time. As it opened, he spread the opening into a "V" to reveal something he had chosen to wear especially for today. As the fly opened slowly, what appeared was not the tightie whities Mike usually wore. Instead, a wide band of skin-colored elastic appeared. Mike let the waistband go, and the slacks dropped only a few inches. But it was enough to reveal the pouch. Mike was wearing a jock strap. Feeling his bare ass rub against his pants all day had just about driven him nuts. He wiggled his hips as he slowly turned around, each wiggle allowing the slacks to drop just a little farther. When his back was to the mirror, he let the slacks drop to reveal his 15-year-old ass. But he finished his turn quickly, so there had only been a moment for Al to gawk. Mike thought to himself, Is this what you want, cocksucker? Something here you want to touch? He ran his hands down either side of his belly and onto his inner thighs, shoving his slacks down as he went. When they were over his thighs they dropped to the floor, and Mike stepped out of them. He was now wearing only the jock strap and his socks. And he slowly pulled his socks off as he raised his foot, his leg opened outward to reveal the full pouch of the jock. Then, naked now except for the jock, he slowly stroked his crotch with both hands, cupping his balls underneath the pocket and then drawing his hands up the side of his ballsac and his cock, outlined inside the skin-colored elastic. He could see, in the mirror, that a wet spot had begun to appear. He stepped closer to the mirror and pressed his jock-covered dick briefly to the glass, then stepped back. He raised his arms high above his head and stretched, consciously moving and flexing as many muscles in his body as he could. He watched himself. His biceps. His pecs. His newly-forming abs. He turned at the waist to pose as he had seen in the pictures in body building magazines. He turned his back to the mirror and bent to the floor again. This time his ass was bare, and he reached back with both hands to open it, as wide as he could. He didn't know if it could be seen, but he flexed his asshole a few times. He wet his finger and reached between his legs, inserting his finger slowly and deeply into his ass. He withdrew it just as slowly, and when he stood, he pulled the straps of the jock into his crack and moved his ass so they would stroke his hole. When he stood, he turned and began to slowly draw the waistband of the jock strap downward. He had done this at home, and he knew just how slowly to pull it, first one side and then the other. He watched himself as the top portion of his dark blond pubes appeared, little curls popping upward to free themselves from the elastic. Then the base of his hard dick appeared, and Mike stopped pulling for a moment, just slowly moving his hips from side to side. Damn, I'm making myself so fucking horny, he thought. His cock almost hurt as it strained against the tight elastic waistband. The jock resumed its slow journey downward, and more and more of Mike's cockshaft appeared. He stopped the jock when only his cockhead was left. It was clearly outlined under the elastic band, and Mike used his forefinger to play with the tip of it through the material. Then, with a sudden movement, Mike jerked the jock downward and stepped out of it. His cock swung up and slapped his belly, then swung up and down a few times. He was completely naked. He froze in place for a moment. And his five-inch cock was standing tall and proud, his precum slowly oozing from the lips of it. Mike carressed himself from his shoulders to his waist, his fingers picking at his nipples on the way downward. Then one hand went lower to cup his balls, and the other began to slowly jack his dick. He stepped closer to the mirror again. He was twisting his waist and flexing his thighs as he took himself higher and higher into the ecstasy he was creating for himself. He alternated his hands on his cock. He spread some of his precum on his nipples and some on his lips, licking it off as he continued to stroke. The hand on his balls felt the warm sac begin to contract. His cockhead was beet-red. The powerful convulsion started inside and just behind his pubic bone. At the moment it began, Mike squeezed his balls. The base of his cock felt as though it were on fire as the initial flow of his cream moved up, and his cockhead visibly enlarged. His first shot of cum exploded from his dick and splashed onto the mirror in front of him. He jerked faster as his cock thrust out his second shot, which landed a bit higher on the mirror. With another huge spasm, his third shot, then his fourth covered the mirror. The rest of his cum ran from his dick almost as though he were pissing it out. Mike stood for a moment, every muscle in his body tense from the effort. Then he relaxed and breathed deeply. He had to smile at the amount of his cream coating the mirror. He quickly dressed and left the fitting room while he was still tucking his shirt in. He opened the door to Al's office to find Al standing in the doorway of his "closet," his hand on his still-unzipped fly. There were streaks of cum on his dark pants. "Better get in there and lick every drop of that cum, cocksucker, before somebody else gets to it," Mike said in the most pleasant voice he could. "Because that's all you're getting of me. Oh, yes. I quit. Thank you for shopping with us." He left Al with his mouth and fly open and went to the back of the warehouse to get his bike and head home. Mike felt exhilarated on his way over to Robbie's the next morning. He was free of that place, free to spend more time with his little friend. He pumped his bicycle hard to race up one hill and coasted down the other side, almost singing with the wind. The little boy opened the door himself and grabbed Mike around his waist for a huge hug. Mike picked him up, tossed him high, and Robbie giggled as Mike brought him back to the floor. "Oh, Mike!" Robbie's excited little voice exclaimed. "Mommie says you're going to babysit me all the time now! No more Mrs. Jenkins! Just you!" "Yeah, little guy," Mike grinned. "I guess you're stuck with just me." And he tickled the boy's tummy. The giggles were like music. The music of a child's happiness. "Break it up, you two," Adele laughed, as she came into the living room. "Mike, you make this little terror behave today. Lunch is in the refridgerator. I'll be back a little after six. Mike, you can stay for supper if you want." Robbie said goodby to his mother with hugs and kisses, and as soon as the door was shut he turned to Mike for another hug. Mike pulled him up, and Robbie threw his legs around his waist. Mike held him with one arm under his little butt and the other around his back. Robbie locked his arms around Mike's neck, and their mouths met for a long kiss. "Oh, Mike," the boy said. "I'm so happy. You and me. We can play and do stuff... It's goning to be so much fun..." The words were spilling out faster than Robbie could think of what to say. He finally stopped, lay his head on the teen's shoulder, and said, simply, "I love you, Mike." ""I love you, honey." Robbie pleaded, "Let's go to my room, Mike, please?" As soon as they were in the room Robbie slid down from Mike's arms and pulled his clothes off. His cocklet was standing straight out in front of him as he helped Mike out of his pants. He giggled as Mike's hard cock popped up when they pulled his briefs down. Robbie held the big cock with one hand and licked at it, tasting the teen precum already oozing from the tip. "Oh, honey...Oh, sweetheart...I'm too close to cumming...let's wait..." Mike protested. He picked his little lover up under his arms and, holding his naked body close, carried him over to the child's bed. Mike lay the boy down gently and stood over him for a moment, just enjoying the beauty of him. Of course, he loved this boy. How could he ever have wondered about it? Robbie smiled, too young to understand how seductive that smile of his was. Mike leaned down and licked at his small nipple as he got into bed next to him. Though the little boynipple was hard, it was so tiny it was no more than a bump. Robbie had learned to love being licked and sucked there, and he released a long and satisfied sigh. Robbie raised one of his arms above his head, and his eyes invited Mike there. The teen licked and sucked at the smoothness and warmth in that small cavity. "Oh, it's so nice...Mike...with you..." his little voice whispered in Mike's ear. "Please, can you...like before..." Robbie stopped, uncertain how to ask. "What is it, honey?" Mike asked him. "I'll do anything you want." "Like before...on my...my hole..." And he gave Mike a shy little smile with his request. Mike rolled the boy over and caressed his soft shoulders and back, moving his hands down slowly to his smooth boybutt. It's so round, Mike thought, so soft and beautiful... His hands each held one of the little bubbles of flesh, and Mike squeezed gently. Robbie hummed softly under the caresses. Mike slid one of his hands down from the top of the little cleft, along the inside, and all the way down to the tiny ballsac, then back up again. Each time he passed the boy's entrance, Robbie cooed in contentment. The teen's face lowered, and he kissed each of the smooth mounds softly, interspercing his kisses with licks of his warm tongue. Robbie wiggled in appreciation. Then Mike spread the sturdy little legs and lowered his face to lick at the back of the tiny balls, no more than hints of things to come. He raised his tongue upward, pressing into Robbie's crack, licking deeply to reach the innermost part of his ass. Robbie tasted so sweet. Mike's tongue found the little puckered rosebud and rolled around it, flicked over it, loved it. He pulled his tongue in so he could kiss his lover's most private place, then sucked at it gently. He inhaled the scent of his boy and was almost dizzy from the pleasure of it. His tongue, now pointed, pressed at the center of the little bud, urging it open. It resisted, but Robbie had learned to relax a bit, and soon Mike felt the very tip of his tongue surrounded by the edge of the child's hole. He quickly increased the pressure and inserted his tongue into the ring, opening it wider. He felt his insides shiver in delight as he realized he was, again, inside the sweet body of his boy. Robbie was so thrilled with the sensations he couldn't help but wiggle, but Mike's hands held his ass still. The eager tongue slid more deeply, and soon Mike was feeling the satin-smooth wall of the little ass he was eating. He turned his tongue from side to side to urge the ring to widen. It did. Mike's tongue immediately pressed inward again. "Umm...oooo...mmmm...Mi...Miiiiike..." Robbie was whimpering at the assault on his senses. Mike pressed deeper. It seemed that his tongue was stretched to its limit, but he was rewarded by the sweet taste of the boy, the smooth caresses of his tunnel against Mike's tongue. Boy musk filled his nostrils and shot to his brain. He worked more saliva to the front of his mouth and coated the little boypussy with more wetness. He tongue almost hurt. He placed his finger just beneath his tongue. Pulling his tongue out slowly, he pressed his finger in gently, as though he didn't want to lose his place inside. His finger was thicker than the tip of his tongue, of course, and Robbie groaned a little at the pressure against his assrings. "Does it hurt, honey?" Mike whispered. "I'll stop..." "No...oh, no...don't stop..." Robbie sounded breathless, but it was obvious he had an urgent need to be filled. Consciously or unconsciously, he pressed his little butt back against Mike's finger and a bit more of it entered. Mike had actually not intended to use his finger until the need to relieve the pressure on his tongue, but he could not help but notice he had used his fuckfinger. He smiled, and he felt a small flip inside his heart at the realization that he was even deeper inside Robbie. Yes, he thought. I want it. But I can't, won't hurt him. He moved his finger from side to side and then in a tight circle, pressing the sides of the tiny assring open a little more. Robbie sensed the change inside him and moaned his pleasure. Mike pressed his finger in deeper. His fingertip was hidden from him, inside his little lover. He resisted the urge to move deeply, but he kept his finger circling gently. He loved the little sounds Robbie was making. With just a little more pressure he was suddenly aware that he was inside Robbie's second ring. The tiny asshole was clutching his finger tightly. Mike felt his cock pulse strongly as he realized what he had done. He had finally penitrated his boy. He was finally inside, barely, with his finger. Little Robbie was feeling his finger there, in a place no one but Mike had ever been. His hand shook a little with that realization, and he opened Robbie slightly more, slightly deeper. How much of this could a six-year-old take? As though he were reading Mike's thoughts, Robbie moaned, "Oooooo...Mike...ooooo...so good...oooo..." Uncertain about how much further to continue, Mike couldn't resist pressing in deeper. He was surprised when Robbie wiggled back at him, at his finger, as though adjusting himself. Mike's finger slowly continued, and he finally was up to his first knuckle. He felt the drops of sweat on his forehead. "Robbie, honey...you're sure it doesn't hurt? I won't go any deeper..." "G...good, Mike...don't...don't stop...like it..." Robbie panted in a tiny voice. Hardly believing what he was seeing, Mike watched his finger slowly slide inward until it was just past the second knuckle. He gently curled his finger slightly upward to feel the silky lining of Robbie's little tunnel. He pulled his finger back slightly and felt that lining close above his fingertip. As he pushed gently back inward, the soft tissue opened for him again. He almost had to fight to keep his movements small and gentle when he realized he was actually fucking his boy -- with a finger, true, but actually fucking nonetheless. Robbie little coos and whimpers signaled his pleasure, and Mike leaned down to kiss the smooth skin at the top of Robbie's crevice. He loved this boy so much! He continued the fucking motion with his finger until he decided he should stop before making Robbie too sore. He watched as his finger was returned to him, as the boy's entrance closed again, as the blossom of the rose slowly became a bud again. Robbie was breathing deeply when Mike lay face down next to him, placing his arm around his shoulders. He kissed the boy's little nose and forehead. Robbie opened his eyes and smiled slightly. "Oh, Mike...you were in me, weren't you?" he asked. "Yes, sweetheart. Tell me how you feel, if you liked it," Mike said quietly. Robbie was silent a moment. "I...it felt wierd, sort of. But...good, Mike." He smiled his shy little smile. "I liked it, Mike. A lot." "Good, honey. I'm glad if it made you feel good. I loved being inside you, you know." Mike moved his head closer and kissed Robbie on the lips. As he raised up, Robbie turned over underneath him, and they finally lay side by side, their arms around each other, kissing slowly and deeply. Mike moved his hand down to hug Robbie's butt closer to him and felt the hard cocklet pressing into his belly. With his hand still on the little butt, Mike slid downward to catch the tiny hard dick between his lips. He licked the little dickhead and squeezed the soft ass behind it. One finger slipped into Robbie's crack and touched his rosebud, still pulsing from Mike's finger. Mike licked and sucked. "Uhhhh...mmmm..." Robbie was pressing into Mike's mouth harder. "Miiiike...oooooOOOOOO!" His dry cum caused the little dick to move rapidly against Mike's tongue and the little butt to wiggle. Robbie pressed into the teen as though he were trying to enter him through his mouth until, finally, his orgasm passed. The boy went limp, and Mike lay him gently back up onto the pillow. He lay on next to the child, raised slightly on his elbow, and caressed his face, his soft hair, his smooth cheeks, his warm lips. Robbie raised his eyelids once, slightly, and was soon sleeping. Mike rolled over on his back and put his hands behind his head. His cock was waiting for relief. Well, he thought, it can just wait a minute. He felt so...he just didn't want to move away from his lover. He wanted to remember every minute of their lovemaking. That, he'd decided, is what it was. Lovemaking. Finally he reached down to stroke himself to a hard cum. His first rope shot up into the air and landed across both of them - from Robbie's small brown back to Mike's belly. His motions were automatic as he finished jacking off. That first rope -- he coulnd't take his eyes off of it. It was as though the two were linked in some way. Linked together. Linked closely together. Mike waited a long while before wiping himself off and licking himself clean. Then he leaned over carefully so he wouldn't wake the boy and licked his cum from Robbie's back. He decided to let Robbie sleep until lunchtime.