Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2007 11:11:36 -0500 From: Charles Hughes <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 2 (t/b oral) This story is completely fictional. It is a story about the relationship of a young teen with younger boys, including their sexual activities. If you are not of legal age, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you are not permitted to continue. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. The idea for the setting and the opportunities it provides came from a reader of the only other story I have at Nifty, "Tyler Becomes a Man." (Adult/Youth March 23 2007) I've borrowed his name, with appreciation. Thanks, Mike. I'm always interested in reader response, and I'll try to answer emails: email@example.com Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 2 (t/b oral) The vision of that little boy whose hairless dick he had sucked was all Mike could see in the darkness of his room at night. He had actually undressed (almost) a little kid to play with his dick and then wound up sucking him to a dry cum! A little boy. The thought made him hard every time it popped into his head -- even in the middle of the day. And he looked at every boy who came into the store in a whole new way now. One day he saw an athletic-looking teen about 17 or 18 looking through the packages of underwear, the same packages that gave Mike a hardon. He was standing at the corner of an aisle where he could not be seen, and he saw the older teen pick up a package of bikini briefs. Mike thought, Yes! Get those! The guy took them to checkout, and Mike went to his little room in the back to jack off at the thought of the big cock and balls that would soon fit into that little piece of material. But it was the boys that occupied most of his thoughts. He had never even seen the dick of an 18-year-old, but he had actually sucked a nine-year-old. That wasn't imagination! That had been real! He had to believe that he'd have more chances like that. But a full week passed, and the only boys he saw were those in toys or video games. While he got to talk to them and stand close to them, he couldn't figure out a way to get them interested. One morning he was walking through the DVD section, and he saw a really cute blond boy checking out some movies. He watched him for a minute, then realized that the boy was picking up only the DVDs that had sexy looking guys on the covers. He couldn't resist the need to speak to him, hear his voice. The boy was thin but not skinny, and his hair was long and tossed to the left side. There might be a chance... "Hi," Mike said, as he walked up to the boy. He saw that the boy had a DVD with an almost-naked warrior on the cover. "You like that one?" "Uh...no. Just looking around, that's all." The boy hastily put the DVD back in the rack and turned away. Mike had caught a glimpse of his brown eyes just before he turned. "Wait," Mike called after him. He hurriedly picked up another DVD. "Maybe you'd like this one better," he said, as he held out another DVD to the boy. The kid hesitated, then he walked back to Mike and reached out his hand. It was unintentional, but as the kid took the DVD from him, Mike's hand stroked the forearm of the boy all the way to the back of his hand. The boy's hands shook a little as he examined the DVD. Mike realized that he'd given the boy a workout DVD with a picture of a man with a bare chest and very prominent pecs. "He looks great, huh?" Mike said. He reached for the DVD and their fingers brushed. "You think so?" The boy was silent, still looking at the tape. Mike stepped a little closer and lowered his voice to a near-whisper. "I guess he's wearing something down there, but you can't see, so it makes you wonder...I bet he's got a big one." The boy looked at Mike, and something in Mike clicked. He looked at the boy's crotch and thought he saw just a little bulge there. He knew he could continue. "My name's Mike. I work here." "Uh...I'm Ricky." "How old are you, Ricky?" "Um...I'm 11." "That's cool. I'm 15. Won't be long 'til you're 15. Maybe you'll look like this guy when you get older, huh?" Ricky shook his head nervously. "N..no. I'm too skinny." Mike's mind was racing. Could he ask the kid to stay? Where? They probably shouldn't try the fitting rooms -- that really was a little risky. He'd missed something the kid had said. "Do you?" Ricky repeated. "What?" Mike asked. "I said you look like maybe you work out," Ricky said. "Do you?" Ricky blushed a little, as though he had gone too far. "No," Mike continued, still in a near-whisper. "I just started growing out a little when I started getting hair in...you know...places." And now Mike was nervous enough that he was shaking a little, too. Ricky blushed furiously now, but he didn't leave. "Look, Ricky," Mike said. "I can't just stand here too long. If you think you'd like us...to get to know each other a little... Well, I'm going to walk through that double door down there, and if you want to follow me in a little bit, I know a place where we can sit and...be alone." He brushed his fingers across Ricky's hand again and walked away. On the other side of the door, in the huge warehouse section, Mike stopped and took a deep breath. That was so fucking stupid. The kid could report him, get him in deep shit... He began to shake a little. His mind was still questioning what he'd done when the door swung open, and Ricky stood there. "Come on," Mike said. "Follow me." It was as though that room had been waiting for Mike and his sex-filled mind for a long time. They entered the small maintenance room, and Mike led the way over to the rolls of carpeting. He rolled one partly open with his foot and sat down on it cross-legged, motioning for Ricky to sit next to him. Ricky sat, instead, opposite him. "Would you like to see my chest?" Mike asked, bluntly. Ricky slowly nodded, and Mike unbuttoned his blue shirt with the store logo on it, pulled it out of his pants, and took it off. He was used to being bare-chested outside and, if not completely naked, when he was alone at home, and he was aware that his chest was pretty well developed for a 15-year-old. He had defined pecs and a tight belly, though there was yet only the beginning of a six-pack. Mike sat up straighter and drew back his shoulders, presenting a very nice chest. Ricky's eyes widened, and he slowly reached out. His fingers touched Mike's chest just between his young pecs. Mike took the hand and pressed the palm against his nipple, so Ricky was almost cupping Mike's breast. Ricky drew in his breath, but he moved his hand slightly, then he traced his fingers from side to side on Mike's chest. "I never...touched..." Ricky said, breathlessly. "It's okay, Ricky. Your hand feels nice." There was no question now; there was definitely a bulge in Ricky's pants, made more obvious since he was sitting with his legs open. Mike reached down and stroked his own hard dick through his pants. Ricky followed the movement with his eyes, then he looked up to find Mike watching him. He blushed again. "You can see more," Mike said. He scooted a little closer to the boy and reached over to stroke the inside of Ricky's thigh lightly. Ricky jumped a little at the touch, but he didn't pull away. Mike worked his hand up to the boy's crotch and felt the warm mound. Ricky drew in his breath as Mike traced the length of the boy's hard dick. "We can show each other, okay?" Mike asked. And without waiting for a response, he raised his hands to unbutton Rickey's shirt. He pulled it off the thin shoulders to find a smooth, flat chest with very pale nipples. The light skin seemed to compliment Ricky's blond hair. And the boy's bright blue eyes looked over at Mike, waiting for his next move. "Let's take our pants off, Ricky, okay?" Mike asked. And he reached for his own waistband, unsnapped it, unzipped, and pulled his pants down to his knees. Ricky hesitated for a minute. "Nobody's going to find us in here, Ricky. It's okay, I promise." Ricky unfastened his pants and pulled them to his knees, then he followed Mike's example and pulled them completely off. Both boys were in white briefs, and both briefs were tented. Mike rubbed his boner through the white cotton, and in a moment Ricky did the same. They grinned at each other as the boy hormones kicked in and their dicks got even stiffer. "Feels good, right?" Mike asked. Ricky nodded and said something so quietly Mike couldn't hear it. "I play with mine a lot. Do you?" Ricky blushed and admitted to something he'd never told anyone before. "Yeah, I do." "Can you cum?" Mike asked. "You mean...like, the sperm. No. I can't yet." "You get a dry cum?" Mike asked, and both boys rubbed a little more deliberately. "Uh...I don't...I don't know what that means," Ricky said. "Oh, it's really great," Mike explained. "It's when you get this really strong feeling in your gut and then all over, and then you start to shake, and your dick gets really hard, and you get shivers all over because it's the best thing ever." Ricky looked blank. "That's what happens when you cum, only there's isn't any cum. Nothing shoots out. But the feeling is fantastic. I did it a lot when I was 11." Without saying anything more, Mike pulled the waistband of his briefs down. He was proud of the stand of dark blond hair he was developing there, and he watched Ricky as the boy stared. He pulled down a little farther, and the base of his cock was revealed. Ricky had never seen a hard cock before, and he was amazed at the thickness of it. His hand was now moving rapidly over his own dick. Mike had to get up on his knees to pull his briefs down farther. He teased Ricky's curiosity by moving his waistband very slowly and then catching it on the head of his cock, allowing the boy to see the length of his shaft, but hiding his cockhead. When he pulled his waistband down again, his cockhead was freed, and his cock slapped up against his belly. The boy had certainly never seen a five-inch boner before. Ricky stared at Mike's exhibitionism, and Mike reveled in the young boy's fascination. He let his cock swing around for a moment, then he stroked it once, twice. He walked on his knees closer to Ricky until his cock was close to the boy's face. Ricky reached for it slowly, touched the cockhead, and pulled his finger away quickly when he felt the heat of it. Mike sucked in his breath at the touch. He took Ricky's hand and slowly closed it around his hard shaft, and Ricky made a little humming sound as he touched a cock other than his own for the first time. The boy squeezed lightly, surprised at the hardness and length of the amazing teen cock Mike displayed for him. He rubbed his hand gently up and down, and Mike shook slightly at the feeling. Then Ricky noticed the drop at the little hole. It appeared slowly, not like pee. It didn't spurt out; it very slowly rolled down the cockhead until it dropped on Ricky's hand. Ricky let go of Mike's dick and raised his hand to look at it closer. "It's not cum," Mike explained. "It's precum; it's what a guy gets when his dick gets hard before he cums." He watched as Ricky, completely mesmerized by this display of boy sex, raised his hand and tenitively touched the drop with his tongue. Then he licked it off his hand. While Ricky was savoring the taste of Mike's precum, Mike reached down and cupped the stiff dick in the boy's briefs. He heard Ricky's deep breath. "You get naked, too," Mike suggested. "Then we can both have fun." Ricky was entranced by the prospect of such fun with this teen who obviously liked him so much he would get naked for him. He pulled his briefs off completely, and then he was very self-conscious of his little dick, hard but much smaller than the one he had touched on Mike. "That's a nice dick," Mike said. Ricky blushed at the compliment. Mike reached for it and held it in his palm. Ricky's dick was hard and warm. It was about two to two-and-a-half inches -- smaller than what Mike had expected, but still a very pleasing dick. Ricky was cut, and he was completely hairless, his smooth balls still tight against his body. "I want to show you how good it is," Mike said, now really turned on by the naked boy. Ricky settled back into a sitting position on the carpeting, and Mike sat beside him to stroke the boy's stiffie. Ricky immediately responded to the sensation that shot through his body by pressing his dick into Mike's hand. Mike moved his hand so the little dick could fuck his fist, and Ricky began a low, quiet moan. "This is even better," Mike whispered, and he used his other hand to lay the boy back onto the carpet. As soon as Ricky's head was on the carpet, Mike's lips were on his dick. He sucked the little dick into his mouth, and Ricky gasped at the hot wetness that suddenly surrounded his boyhood. Mike sucked slowly and gently for a while, loving the taste of boydick. Ricky was completely inexperienced at any kind of sex, so he was very close to his orgasm already -- though he was totally unaware of it. He felt the sucking, pulling action of the teen, and could not believe the wonderful feeling it sent through his entire body. Soon, however, something different began to happen, and Ricky was uncertain of what it was. He started to say something to Mike, but he was overwhelmed by a pleasure that swept through him. "Ahhhhhh....." He started a louder moan that was cut off by something happening inside of him -- a growing, almost-ready-to-burst feeling he couldn't control. It raced from his belly to his entire groin. Something happened to his dick; he could feel it jerking wildly in Mike's mouth. "Ooooooooooooooo! OOOOOooooooo..." He would never have attached the word "pleasure" to the feeling. It was so much greater than anything he had ever felt when he played with his dick before, so much bigger, so much better... "Oooooooooo..." And his thin young body thrashed on the carpet and, instinctively, shoved his dick into Mike's mouth. He stiffened, then went completely limp. Mike kept the dick in his mouth and let Ricky enjoy his sex high. Ricky was a hot little dude. But would he agree to suck Mike now? The question was answered soon when, without a word, Ricky pulled away from Mike's mouth and put his face into the teen's crotch. Mike's cock lurched, and he lay back to enjoy whatever the 11-year-old would do. He felt his cockhead licked, then sucked. He felt a hand on his balls. Ricky was awkward, giving his first blowjob, but it was pleasurable, nonetheless, being in the boy's mouth. Mike raised up a bit to watch Ricky blissfully move his head up and down Mike's cock, or at least as much of it as he could. He soon felt it begin. It grew from a tiny hint of a sensation to a bolder and more urgent demand. He needed to cum; he had to cum; he was about to cum. "Oh fuck, Ricky...I'm going...gotta cum..." Ricky kept at it. Either he had not heard or he wanted to taste this wonderful stuff he was not yet old enough to produce. His awkward movements and sucking didn't prevent Mike from moving more rapidly toward his climax. At the very second he felt his cock stiffen more in Ricky's mouth, it happened. "Ahhhhhh...oooooooooooo...ahhhhhhhhhh..." Two, three, maybe four hard shots, then more of his hot cream poured out of him into Ricky. He felt his balls empty into the boy's eager mouth. Now filled with teen cum, Ricky was bolder, no longer the shy little boy. He lay fully on top of Mike, his lips dripping with cum. Mike surprised himself when he kissed Ricky. Ricky kissed him back and, yielding to some innate need, the teen opened his mouth and licked the boy's warm, wet lips. Mike later remembered this, the first time he'd been sucked and, in addition, his first boy-kiss, as a genuine revelation. He had a lot to think about. But he knew himself. He wanted boys now. He loved boys.