Date: Wed, 04 Apr 2007 10:07:39 -0500 From: Charles Hughes <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 5 (t/b oral and oral/anal) This story is completely fictional. It is about the relationship of a young teen and younger boys, including their sexual activities. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. Reader response is important to me, and I try to answer all emails: email@example.com Mike Gets a Job - Chapter 5 (t/b oral and oral/anal) Mike could still taste the cocklet he had just brought to a dry cum. Now there was another decision to be made. Little Robbie wanted to see his cock. The decision was made quickly. Mike pulled his pants down and off and lay back next to Robbie wearing only his briefs. They were tented, and there were several wet spots from the excitement of playing with his six-year-old friend. Robbie, now completely naked, sat up. Smiling, he put his hand on Mike's chest, then, copying Mike, he leaned down and kissed the middle of his chest. When he sat up again he turned to that part of Mike he was most curious about, but he seemed unsure of what to do. "Touch it first, Robbie," Mike said quietly. "Through my briefs. You can tell how hard it is that way." Robbie placed his little hand on the first thing he could reach -- Mike's cockhead. He pushed at it, then used his thumb and forefinger to feel it. He grinned back at Mike. He pushed his hand against Mike's shaft and felt the size of what lay beneath the cotton. Then, copying Mike again, he lay his hand on Mike's belly and slid it down underneath the waistband. Mike had no hair below his bellybutton until his pubic mound, and at that point little Robbie's hand stopped. "That's my hair, Robbie. When a guy gets older, he gets hair there." Robbie's eyes widened at this new information. But he was after something else. His hand continued downward until he felt the base of Mike's dick nestled in his hair. Robbie sucked in his breath. A big boy's dick, he was discovering, was quite different than that of a little boy. Mike shuttered at the feeling of the warm little hand sliding up his shaft of his cockhead. Robbie paused a minute. "It makes me feel good, Robbie. Very good. It's okay," Mike assured the little explorer. Mike watched his briefs outline the little hand as it rose to the top of his cockhead. It was almost more sensation than he could take. He rose up and gently pulled Robbie's hand back, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and pulled his briefs off. When he lay back down, he saw Robbie's eyes locked on his big dick, his mouth open in amazement. Mike's cock was somewhat bigger than those of some 15-year-olds. It was just a bit over six inches when hard. And he was certainly pleased with what he had. From the small nest of dark blond hair at his groin, his teen dick rose almost straight up, all six inches, with a rounded cockhead, now beet red and wet with precum. He could see his cock moving with the flow of blood in and out; he could feel his heart pumping to keep his cock hard and tall. He flexed his muscles down there, and his cock responded with a lazy, looping movement. Robbie giggled at the movement. He reached for a dick that was immense compared to his own cocklet, and he closed his little hand around the shaft. In fact, his fingers would not meet, but he was holding in his hand the pride and joy of his babysitter. He scooted down a little and reached his other hand over to the pulsing cockhead. Mike sucked in his breath at the warm touch. Robbie's finger circled the crown at the base of his cockhead, then he touched the little hole in the center. "This is where you pee," the six-year-old said, finding something he could immediately identify. Except that this peehole was so much bigger than his own. And it was moving a little, almost opening and then closing. When he scooted down even farther, he discovered something he hadn't expected. There hung a dark sac holding two soft round balls. Mike sucked in his breath as the little fingers softly felt all around them. Mike had no hair there, and the skin was warm and soft under Robbie's fingers. The boy looked down at his own balls. He raised up his dick to see them because they were still so tiny and tight against his body. He poked one finger at them, then prodded Mike's balls again. His other hand had never left Mike's shaft, and Mike felt as though he were in boy heaven as his private places were explored by the six-year-old. Finally, Mike said, "That's how yours will look when you get older, Robbie. You'll have hair and a big cock and big balls. All boys do. And you already know how good it feels to play with them, don't you?" Robbie grinned back at him over his bare shoulder. "It feels really good, doesn't it, Mike?" "Yea," Mike sighed, as the fingers on his balls moved again. "Really good." His eyes closed now, he felt the boy's hand moving all over his body, exploring a 15-year-old body with all the curiosity of a six-year-old. He felt between Mike's legs, squeezing the muscles of his inner thighs. His hand moved over Mike's tight belly, pressing down lightly into it, and up to his chest, the fingers running over one of his nipples. Mike felt the few blond hairs under his arm pulled gently. But Robbie kept one hand on Mike's shaft, as if he were reluctant to let go of such a wonderful discovery. It was the movement of the fingers on his nipples and the little hand on his shaft that started the feeling. But it wasn't time for it yet. "Wait, Robbie. Stop a minute," Mike said, breathing heavily. "I don't want to cum yet, not just yet." "Cum," Robbie repeated. "What's that?" "When a boy gets older and his balls get bigger, he can get his cock hard, like mine is right now, and keep stroking it. Then cum will shoot out." Robbie's eyes widened at this strange piece of information. "Cum," Mike continued, "comes out of the peehole, kind of shoots out. But it's not pee. It's kind of white. And it feels so good, Robbie. Remember how you felt good when I got your dick real hard?" Robbie nodded. "That's how I feel, too. Only, because I'm old enough, I shoot cum when that happens." Robbie was silent for a minute. That was a lot of new information for a six-year-old to process. "Show me," he finally said. "No, wait. You did it to me. Can I do it to you? So I can see it, the cum?" "Sure, Robbie. Just use your hand on my cock, the way you were before. Just move it up and down a little." Robbie took the teen cock in his little hand again and started a small stroke. He followed Mike's instructions about how to stroke and the warning about the "white stuff" that would shoot out. Mike tried to keep from making any sounds; he was afraid the sounds he sometimes made at home would make the boy think he was being hurt. But as he watched that small hand stroke him and that small face so close to his dick, he got closer and closer to it. And the sounds escaped, anyway. "Uhhh...Oooo Robbie...good...keep going...o god...gonna...cum...AHHHHHHHhhh" A rope of cum shot from the hole right in front of Robbie's face, raced straight up, then fell on Mike's thigh. But Robbie had been told not to stop pumping, so he kept going, feeling the cock pulse in his hand. Immediately a second and longer shot was thrust out, then a third. Then more oozed slowly from the hole, still pulsing from its efforts. "Oh...Robbie. You can stop now. Oh god. That was so good. You did so good." Mike was breathing deeply. He saw Robbie looking down at his still-hard cock, then at the cum on his thigh and groin. Mike smiled. What a beautiful face. He sat up and drew his fingers through the cum on his thigh and then licked it off his fingers. Robbie's eyes followed every move. Mike did the same with the rest of his cum. Then he noticed the drops of cum on Robbie's little hand. He reached for it, to clean it off. But Robbie was a fast learner. He pulled his hand back, raised it to his lips. He smelled it first, then his tiny tongue licked at it tentatively. He smiled up at Mike and cleaned the rest of his hand off. "And I can do that when I get big?" he asked. "You sure can." Robbie grinned and threw his arms around Mike. He kissed him, hard, on the cheek. "I love you, Mike. Do you love me?" Mike kissed Robbie's cheek. "Sure I do, Robbie. I love you lots." Mike lay back on the bed, carrying Robbie with him. He held the boy against his chest and re-played what had just happened. Robbie's hug. Robbie kiss. Robbie's..."I love you." He had said the same back. Of course, he loved the boy, he thought. He's a cute kid, and that's what you say to a cute kid who's just told you he loves you. Mike's hand was gently stroking the boy's round bottom. His mind registered that he was finally touching the part of the boy that he had watched with such...lust...as he ran naked down the hallway. Robbie was moving gently on Mike's chest, clearly not ready to go to sleep just yet. Mike slid out from under him and let him lie on his stomach on the bed. Robbie turned his face and looked up as Mike sat beside him. He smiled as Mike resumed stroking his little round butt. He saw Mike's face disappear, and a moment later he felt the kiss on his asscheek. He giggled in pleasure and wiggled a bit on the bed. Mike was playing with both cheeks now, moving the little butt around, squeezing, feeling the softness of the skin. Mike pulled the cheeks apart. The crack widened to reveal skin that was a dark pink and, so tiny and smooth he could hardly see it, Robbie's hole. The hole seemed no bigger than the sharp end of a pin. The skin surrounding it was puckered slightly, as if it were holding in -- or protecting from invasion. Mike touched it lightly. Robbie moaned at the first touch of his forbidden place, his special private place, the place that no one ever touched. Except, now, Mike. Mike's finger lightly stroked the crack, up and down, and a finger returned to the little rosebud, circling it gently. "Ooooo Mike...it feels soooo nice," came the quiet little voice. In the pit of his stomach, Mike felt a vague, undefined yearning. A longing for...a need for...something. Something between him and his boy... Mike knew about fucking, of course. And he knew that men fucked each other. Boys, too, he supposed. But this tiny hole would be impossible for any kind of entrance. He could never hurt his little boy as much as something like that must hurt. And yet... He wanted inside. He lowered his face, and unexpectedly he drew in an aroma that overwhelmed his senses for a moment. It wasn't what you might expect, he thought to himself. After all, Robbie had just gotten out of the tub. A hint of the soap. But more. It was pleasant. It was arousing. Mike was aware that his cock was fully hard again. He had just gotten his first sampling of the musk of a boy. Without a further thought, he opened his mouth and licked the tiny hole. "Ooooooooo...! Mike...! Oooooo..ummmmm..." As his tongue gently licked up and down over the entrance, Robbie began a sing-song sound, a chanting, a sweet melody of boy-being-pleased. Mike heard the song, and he felt it in his cock. His licking continued, then he began to circle the tiny rosebud with his tongue. "Ooooooo... Uuuuuuuu....mmmmmmmm..." Robbie's song continued, too. Mike's brain was on overdrive. His senses were racing to identify and classify everything that was happening. The smooth skin right in front of his eyes...the softness under his hand as he held the boyass open...the scent of boy...the sound of boy...and the indescribable taste of boy. His tongue almost took on a life of its own. He licked, and his tongue pressed a bit. The tip of his tongue sensed the smooth pucker, the tight hole. He pointed his tongue a bit and pressed at the center of what he felt. The entrance was sealed to him. He pushed a bit more. He could feel the skin quiver a bit. He could feel it give way just a bit. He could feel the tip of his tongue surrounded by the tight little ring. He was in. Not really. Every so slightly. But, perhaps, in. Could he have been in? He hadn't realized that there were tears on his face until he slowly pulled away and sat up. He had been inside -- perhaps just barely, but inside -- this sweet boy, his little boy. "Oh, Mike," Robbie said breathlessly. "You were licking my poopoo place. But it felt so good, Mike...it felt so good." Robbie hadn't even raised his head to speak, he was so overwhelmed by this unimaginable pleasure, a pleasure of which most boys can't even dream. Mike lay on his side next to Robbie, stroking his brown back. Eventually, he realized that Robbie had fallen asleep. He stood and retrieved the pajama bottoms and pulled them up on the sleeping child. He kissed the cocklet between the brown little legs lightly before it disappeared. By the time Mike had gotten to the door, Robbie had curled up, his back to the door, and his pajama bottoms pulled down just enough that Mike could see the top of his crack. Mike took his clothes and walked, naked, to the bathroom. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He saw a tanned, fit 15-year-old whose cock was wet with precum. Whose tongue had been tasting boy. Whose cum was still drying on his skin, pumped out of his cock by a six-year-old hand. A six-year-old angel. The tears were coming back. What the fuck was going on? What was happening? He liked boys, old news! Why is this, now, so...different? What's happening? He took a deep breath and turned to the toilet. His cock demanded attention, no matter what state his mind was in. He jacked off and shot his load into the water, flushed, washed up, dressed. As he turned to the door, he saw the clothes hamper. When he opened it, he found the pair of white underpants Robbie had taken off for his bath just a while ago. He took the underpants into the kitchen and found a small plastic bag. He put the underpants into the bag and sealed it. Then he went into the living room, stuffed the bag into his jacket, and turned on the TV quietly to wait for Robbie's mother to come home.