The following moments are taken from a
road trip which I enjoyed with my cousin's boy across the heart of
America, coast to coast. There's no time frame for them, and indeed
they're not in chronological order, so they'll jump back and forth a
bit. We hired a Mustang and spent four weeks together. I never intended
for us to get involved with the things we did, but nor do I regret the
time we spent together. Fortunately, nor does Matt.
***
He came out of the bathroom into our motel room wearing a fluffy white
towel, wrapped thickly at his waist. There was something rather hot
about the way the rollover at the top of the towel was so thick
compared to his skinny tummy, which it sat just beneath. He put both
hands behind his head and rotated his hips, and the towel, in response
to the immutable laws of gravity, slowly parted and slid down his legs
to pool at his feet. That left his body entirely naked, and at its
heart was the skinny spike of flesh which bought him so much pleasure.
It was standing as stiff as it could be, right up against his tummy,
too hard to be pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
He laughed as I
groaned in delight at the sight, and toyed with his dick, pushing it
downwards and letting it snap back against his lower tummy with a dull
thump, before starting a slow wank with thumb and two fingers. I threw
back the covers to reveal my own hardness, which glistened wetly at the
opening of my foreskin as precum surged out. That was the sign he was
waiting for, and he ran and jumped onto the bed, landing next to me and
bouncing up onto his knees. He knelt beside me and reached for my dick,
running his hand up and down it a couple of time before leaning over
and lowering his mouth onto it. I don't know why, but he loved to have
my dick in his mouth, and took no encouraging to give me a blowjob.
With my head propped up on the pillows, I was in the perfect position
to do something for him I knew he would love.
'Matt, move your bum round. I want to lick your bum.'
He looked up at me and grinned.
'Ok Zack!'
Matt was always a bit awkward moving around in bed. He was a skinny,
gangly boy, and had a tendency to put knees and elbows where knees and
elbows weren't meant to go.
'Hang on, mate. You need to lift your leg up a bit. There you go. Now
move your bum back towards my face. There. Cool. Can you still reach to
suck my dick?'
'Yep!'
'Cool.'
I was faced with his perfect little pink pucker, in between his skinny
arse cheeks, spread wide by his position. Below that hung his perfect
ball sack, the crinkled skin in a tight hemisphere, attached to the
hard root of his penis which curved round to form his bulging perineum.
I lifted my head a little and stuck out my tongue, giving him a big,
wet dog-lick right across his orifice. He giggled and wriggled his
backside in my face.
'Do that again!'
I complied, and he stiffened as I did so, and let out a big sigh. I
loved his high pitched sigh, so youthful, and a perfect accompaniment
to the little moans he gave when he was really enjoying himself. I
wanted to hear more of those sounds of a little boy in ecstasy, so I
went in with my tongue, using a combination of running around the rim
and poking into the centre to give him a great time. I realised pretty
quickly that it was the sharp intrusion into his pucker which he
preferred, so I started a rhythmic pumping of my tongue, which brought
a long, drawn out moan, the vibration of which ran down the length of
my shaft, which was two inches deep in his mouth. I made a decision.
'Matt, can I bum you?'
Although he was only ten, Matt knew all about anal sex. We'd done it
three times before (well twice - the first time had been aborted pretty
quickly), and Matt had never really got that much pleasure, although he
always let me do it to him. I felt him lift off me, and he turned round
and looked at me.
'It won't hurt this time, will it?'
'Not as much as before, mate. It'll be a lot better this time. And I've
made you a bit loose back here. See?'
With that, I pushed my tongue hard against his pucker, and felt it
slipping quite a way in. Matt giggled.
'Ok then, you can put it in.'
'Ok mate, climb off and lie down, I'm just going to get some stuff.'
Matt lay back, knees bent and spread wide, one hand gravitating to his
dick to play with it while I got what I needed. He watched me go, face
expressionless. I grabbed a tube of KY from my bag, and a towel from
the bathroom, and went back to the bed. Matt scooted back a bit to give
me room to kneel, and grabbed his knees to pull his legs apart and lift
his arse a bit. I wanted to make sure he was going to be as ready as
possible, so I went back down with my tongue for a minute. This time
Matt was silent - he was obviously quite nervous. I managed to get him
to the point where his pucker stayed open on its own, not very wide,
but quite well stretched. I warmed a bit of KY on my fingers before
putting them to his pucker, pushing one in before it closed up. Matt
grunted as the
finger went in, but then went quiet again. He was watching what was
happening intently, brows wrinkled. I worked the finger around for a
bit, loosening the ring of muscle. Pretty soon I reckoned he was ready
for a second finger, and pushed my middle finger in alongside my index
finger. Matt gave a high-pitched little moan, but then fell silent
again. He twisted and moved a couple of times, flexing his back, nearly
pulling free of my fingers, but then impaling himself fully on both as
he moved back into position. He was really loose now, and so with my
free hand I grabbed the lube and squeezed a bit onto my dick and ran it
around.
'Are you ready, mate?'
He nodded.
'Ok, I'm going to put it in. Remember to push out like you're having a
poo, that'll make it go in easier.'
'Ok.'
It was said in a tiny little voice, and I almost changed my mind, but
there in front of me was his now rather loose pucker, and I couldn't
hold back. I leaned over him, planting a hand just above his shoulder
on the bed, using my free hand to line my dick up with his hole. He was
still intently watching what was going on between his legs, and as the
tip of my dick pushed against his pucker I could see his tummy muscles
tense as he pushed out. Not for the first time in our sexual
adventures, I was grateful that my dick is relatively thin, and I
easily managed to push in an inch before he instinctively tightened. I
saw his head fall back, eyes scrunched shut, and teeth clenched as the
pain came. It must have passed quite quickly though, because the jaw
muscles relaxed and his eyes came open. He still didn't look at my
face, though.
'Matt, can you push out again?'
He nodded, and I pushed forward. Something opened up inside him because
suddenly I found myself almost four inches deep in his hole. It looked
so hot down there, the skin around his pucker stretched in a tight ring
around my shaft.
'Ok, mate?'
He bit his lip and nodded. I held still for a moment, and then started
a little rocking motion, not sliding in and out but trying to loosen
things up a bit. I wasn't getting any deeper in, but the tightness
loosened a little bit, and I could see him breathe more freely.
His little dick had gone completely soft, and with the position he was
in there was only a little pucker of foreskin showing between his sack
and his tummy. I reached down and fondled it a bit.
'How's it feeling now, mate.'
'It's full, like I really need to poo. Are you going to suck me when
you're finished?'
I gave him a big grin.
'I'll do anything you want, ok?'
He nodded.
'Can you make sperms on my tummy, not in my bum? It always gets in my
pants after.'
'Of course. You ready?'
He nodded again, and I took my cue. I started sliding back, and then
pushed in. Matt whimpered each time I went back in, until he loosened
sufficiently. I must have found his prostate, because his dick, which
had stubbornly refused to come back to life under my fingers, suddenly
re-inflated.
'Matt, try wanking, it might feel really good.'
His little hand went to his dick and started tugging. I held his leg up
with my spare hand, and pumped quickly, trying to reach my peak. When I
felt the surge beginning to build inside, I pulled free and started
furiously wanking. Within seconds I was spraying his dick, balls and
tummy with cum. He was breathing heavily, and his feet fell back onto
the bed. He trailed a hand through my semen and played with it.
'Yuck, you sprayed loads,' he said with a grimace.
'You usually drink it mate, it can't be that yucky.'
'It's usually in my tummy, not on it!'
'Do you want me to suck you off now, then?'
He nodded vigorously.
'Yep, suck it.'
As if to make his point, he lifted his hips off the bed and shoved a
semi-hard dick in my direction. I wiped my cum off it with the towel
and took the morsel into my mouth. Even fully hard, Matt's dick was
only about as big as my little finger, so it was easy to fit into my
mouth in its entirety. I sucked hard, bobbing up and down, trying to
give him the most pleasure I could through his thick foreskin. As I
dipped my head into his crotch, I got some of the cum on his tummy
smeared in my hair, and had to stop to wipe us both down a bit, which
amused him no end. I went back down on him, and when I looked up
realised he was up on his elbows, watching me. He looked so cute,
smiling down at me in wonder, his hair matted with sweat. As the
tension in his crotch threatened to overwhelm him, Matt's arms gave way
and he fell onto his back, stretching out his legs beneath me, hands
going to the back of my head and gripping my hair. His dry cums were
always a mix of pleasure and pain, and I heard the familiar mantra when
he reached his peak.
'Ah, ah, ow, oww, owww, get off, get off!'
He pushed me away and rolled into a ball, hands going to his crotch. I
was familiar with this, so I wasn't worried. A minute later, he was
back with me, all smiles as he languorously stretched on the bed.
'That looked like a good one, mate.'
He nodded.
'Yours looked better, though,' he responded. 'You sprayed everywhere.'
To emphasise his point, he found a bit in the hollow at the centre of
his chest and scooped it out to show me, before sucking it off his
finger, more to get rid of it than to savour the taste. I lay down and
grabbed him into a hug from behind, my newly-restored erection pushing
into his back.
'Do we have to do it again?' he asked when he felt it.
'No, we're cool. I'll just wank off,' I said, moving a hand between us.
'Want me to suck you?' he asked.
'Would that be ok?'
He nodded and turned around, giving me a big smile as he pushed my
shoulder back, exposing my dick to his attentions. I smiled to myself
while he, with youthful enthusiasm, dived back down onto me.
***
He hit the latest in a string of motel room beds with a flying jump,
bouncing a foot or two into the air on the rebound. I hauled our bags
through the door and dumped them on the floor. Matt was already lying
back on the bed, in the knees-up-heels-near-the-butt position, one hand
already in his pants. The rhythmic motion of the bulge told me he
wasn't just giving his balls a scratch.
'Bloody hell, mate,' I said. 'You're really horny today aren't you?'
Matt nodded. We'd spent another day on America's interstate roads,
another leg of our epic journey. I think there's a law in America about
transporting a minor across state lines for immoral purposes or
something - I was guilty about nine times over so far. At one point
Matt and I had been engaged in a silly game of dares, and I had dared
him to flash the next trucker we went by. Matt did so in style,
wiggling his erection at the guy and getting a double blast of the air
horns in return. That sealed the deal, and he spent a significant part
of the remainder of the journey with his jeans and his pants at his
knees, idly toying with his dick to keep it hard until the next
opportunity to show off. I even started to test his resolve by keeping
pace when we were alongside the cabs, exposing him for longer and
longer periods of time. Matt wasn't to be outdone, though, and took to
wanking properly when he knew he was being watched, eventually writhing
in ecstasy as he reach a little dry orgasm.
Now we were in the hotel and he was hot and horny again. I looked at
him, amazed that I'd had this chance to spend so much time with this
skinny boy god and his perpetually hard two-and-three-quarter
(carefully measured) inch dick. His capacity for sex wore me out at
times, and his willingness to do things surprised me. I wouldn't have
sucked a man off and swallowed his load at that age, nor indeed would I
have let him put his willy in my bum, but Matt enjoyed the former and
was willing to participate in the latter.
He pulled his hand out of his pants long enough to push them and his
jeans down beyond his knees to bunch around his trainers, and rolled
into his front, getting up on all fours. He wiggled his bum at me, and
said,
'Zack, can you lick my bum please?'
'Yep,' I responded, making sure the curtains to the room were well shut
before shedding my shorts and t-shirt and joining him on the bed. I
knelt behind him, sitting on my heels, and leaned forward to reach his
bum hole with my tongue. He dropped his head onto the bed, with one arm
bent just above it, and the other hand snaking down to wank himself,
watching me backwards through his legs. I could feel his little ball
sack jiggling just beneath my chin as I pointed my tongue and buried it
in his hole, wriggling around for maximum effect.
Matt moaned as I worked on his hole, a high pitched little whine which
was highly erotic. His wanking quickly became furious, and then he was
cumming with a series of little, soft 'ah' sounds. All around my tongue
the tight ring of his sphincter clenched with each wave of pleasure.
I was still horny, though, and needed my release, after having watched
him wank off in the car and then stuck my tongue in his bum while he
did it again.
'Matt, turn over, mate, I want you to suck me off.'
The tired little lad flopped onto his back and pushed himself up
against the pillows so his head was propped up. He reached out a hand
and grabbed my dick as I shuffled forwards, guiding it to his mouth. He
was pretty good at it by now, and the suckling combined with the sight
of my dick going into his angelic little face with its perfect button
nose, sprinkling of freckles and mop of golden hair was enough to send
me over the edge pretty quickly. It was a big load, but he swallowed
all he could. When I pulled out he opened wide and stuck his tongue out
with a 'bleugh' sound, showing me the cum that still coated the inside
of his mouth, before shutting it and swallowing to clear the mess, then
showing me it was clean with another open mouth followed by a big grin.
I smiled down at him and felt my just-spent dick twitching back in to
life.
***
We were at another identikit motel, another neon blob on at the edge of
the highway. At least this one had a pool, a fact Matt was all too
eager to take advantage of. I went down with him and watched him
frolicking about in the water, happy he was having fun. There were a
couple of other kids there, but none as attractive as my little friend.
In the way that kids do, he had soon befriended a dark-haired lad who
seemed to be about the same age, maybe a little older, and in due
course the dark-haired lad was brought over to be introduced to me.
'Zack, this is Cody.'
'Hi Cody,' I replied giving him a little wave. Behind my sunglasses I
was checking the lad out, disappointed that his baggy swimming shorts
hid his treasures from view, but generally impressed with his fit young
body. He was well tanned, too, which added to his allure.
'I'm going to show him the PSP, is that ok?'
'Of course, mate.'
I'd bought Matt a PSP as a birthday present. Without any dependents of
my own, I had a bit of spare cash to spend on the things I wanted, and
buying a PSP for Matt was one of those things. His mother (my cousin)
protested feebly, but I knew she didn't mind really. Helen's financial
woes meant that Matt didn't have a lot of stuff bought for him, and he
treasured every little thing he got.
The boys were gone for quite a while. I had been watching a promising
young lad of seven or eight, who in a couple of years would be stunning
when his hormones began to kick in, and had allowed an hour to pass
without realising it. I picked myself up from the pool lounger I was
occupying and made my way back up to my room, expecting to find the
lads engrossed in the PSP, not realising how long they'd been. For once
Matt and I weren't in the same room (some stupid hotel rule), but we
had an adjoining door, so I dropped into my room and got rid of my
sunglasses and towel, and then opened the joining door.
It didn't open straight onto the bedroom, luckily for me. As soon as I
opened it, I could hear muffled giggling, and it didn't sound like
Matt's usual laugh. Very carefully I poked my head around the corner
into the bedroom and came face to face with one hell of an erotic
sight. Cody was lying on the bed, shorts around his ankles, one hand
muffling his laughter as Matt, horny little git that he was, felated
him. Matt's trunks were off, too, lying on the floor.
I don't know why it is, but some boys find the idea of getting sucked
off funny. Perhaps its ticklish. Either way, Cody was having to
suppress laughter as Matt bobbed up and down on what looked to be a
fairly nice little dick, definitely chubbier and longer than Matt's,
and as far as I could tell, cut, probably the first cut meat Matt had
ever seen in real life. The pleasure must have started to build for the
American lad, because the hand fell away from his mouth and his eyes
closed as he let out a huge sigh. He started to wriggle around in
pleasure, alternately arching his back and pushing his hips into Matt's
face.
'Dude, you better stop... ah... I'm gonna make sperms...'
Cody's warning went unheeded, though, as Matt simply intensified his
bobbing up and down. With a huge gasp, Cody came. I could see Matt's
Adam's apple bobbing once or twice as he swallowed what must have been
one of the biggest loads ever to come from a hairless crotch. As he
came down off his high, dick quickly deflating, Cody was in heaven.
'Dude, that was amazing! Where did you learn to do that?'
My heart skipped a beat, hoping Matt wouldn't drop me in it. But he was
a good boy, and simply said,
'I saw it in a porno.'
I decided now would be the time to leave, before either of them noticed
me standing there. I ducked back into my room, heading straight for the
bathroom to spray a hefty load into a wad of tissues.
***
Going to the beach was always fun. Although America is painfully short
of nudist beaches, the kids don't seem too immune to wearing speedos,
so you get a good idea what's between their legs. Of course, there was
the added benefit that Matt always enjoyed playing in the surf, and
when he was tired would come and lie on his towel on the sand next to
me, often stretched out on his tummy, with his shorts pushed a little
way down to show the top of his crack. He always said it felt really
good because it was a little bit naughty. I'm sure he would have gone
further, but I made sure he kept things PG rated in case anyone became
suspicious.
Once or twice, as Matt lay on his stomach, he would twist slightly to
one side, raising his right hip off the floor and snaking a hand down
beneath. A lot of boys end up with their hands in their pants when they
sleep, but I knew full well that Matt was having a wank, not just idly
playing with himself. Occasionally a passer-by, usually a man, would
let his gaze linger on Matt's slightly raised backside and the arm
which disappeared beneath, but I just feigned innocence from behind my
sunglasses.
Every time he wanked himself on the beach, Matt would reach orgasm,
stretching his legs out, burying his hand and arm beneath him as he
rolled fully onto his front. His toes would bury themselves into the
sand, and he would let out a muffled grunt, before relaxing his muscles
and pulling the hand free, bringing it up to join the other in
supporting his head as he dozed off in the warm sun.
***
'Are you going to fiddle with me?'
It was an odd question. Matt and I were three days into our four week
journey across America, a gift to him (and more importantly his mum,
who didn't have to pay childcare for a whole month). He was the closest
thing I had to a nephew, the son of my only cousin. We were a small
family, and when Helen and Matt left for New York, I was torn apart.
Eventually I would settle there myself, just to be near them both.
What was odd about the question was not that he asked it at all (after
all, kids are filled with paranoia by society), but that he'd used the
term 'fiddle'. Molest I could understand, but 'fiddle' was real old
school stuff.
'Why do you ask, mate?'
He thought about it for a minute, probably trying to be diplomatic
despite his bluntness.
'Mum said that when men look at you in a certain way, they want to
fiddle with you, and you shouldn't let them.'
'And I've been looking at you that way, have I?' I asked, making the
incredulity in my voice as authentic as it could be, even though I knew
full well I'd been looking at him that way ever since I got to New York.
'Well, you did look at my willy when we were weeing at the last service
station.'
I tried to muster a convincing lie, but only managed,
'No I didn't, mate.'
'Yes you did, I saw. It's ok though, I looked at yours, so we're even.'
Well, that was weird. The childish logic sort of made sense, I suppose.
'Oh, you did, did you?'
'Yep!' he said, a big grin plastered across his face. 'It was wrinkly
and hairy.'
Well, that just about summed up any adult dick you care to mention, but
I didn't think he was lying to me.
'And why did you look at it?'
Matt shrugged.
'Dunno. Wanted to see what yours was like. It's bigger than mine.'
'That's because I'm a lot older than you are.'
'Oh yeah, I know that, I was just saying.'
We carried on in silence for a bit, although I could tell the cogs were
turning inside his head.
'So are you going to?'
'To what, mate?'
'Fiddle with me.'
'Er, no. not unless you want me to.'
'Right.'
The conversation was having a rather visible effect on him, a lump
forming in the crotch of his jeans. He tugged at it a couple of time,
and I couldn't help but watch his hands moving.
'Ha, told you you were looking at me like that!' he exclaimed, a note
of triumph in his voice. I blushed, not really knowing what to say,
suddenly feeling very hot in the confines of the car, despite the
aircon. To emphasise his point, he tugged at his dick some more,
deliberately teasing me with the sight of his hand in his lap. I
believed that this was nothing more than youthful exuberance, rather
than an actual attempt to start something, but I wasn't about to be
fussy about the distinction - there was a hot young lad in the
passenger seat of my rented Mustang, and he was playing with his dick.
That was all I needed to know.
'Having fun there?' I asked, trying to be light-hearted despite the
fact that my pulse rate must have been over 200.
'It's better when I do it in bed,' Matt replied, giving me a big grin
to finish the sentence.
'I bet it is, mate. None of these stupid clothes to get in the way,
right?'
'Yep. And I can play with it without anyone telling me off.'
I was a little annoyed to find out that someone had been chastising the
boy about masturbating, and thought I'd redress the balance a bit.
'Well, you don't have to worry, I won't ever tell you off for it.'
Matt looked sideways at me. He was thinking hard about something,
trying to make a decision.
'Right,' he said after a moment, and proceeded to undo his belt and
trousers, and push them, along with his light blue jockeys, down to his
knees. At that point, I think I had a small heart attack. Let's just
get this straight, shall we? There, in the passenger seat of my hired
Mustang (it's worth mentioning that bit again), was a mop-haired,
blonde ten year old, with a gorgeous button nose, full, red lips and a
smattering of freckles beneath his rich, brown eyes. He had his jeans
and pants down around his knees, and protruding from his naked,
hairless crotch was something like three inches of perfectly straight,
rock hard, uncut little boy cock, being toyed with by the thumb and
first two fingers of his right hand.
I had no idea where this exhibitionist streak had come from, and indeed
why it was manifesting itself here and now. I really didn't think I'd
done that much to encourage him, though I suppose I could have tried
rather more active discouragement. I think he must have just been awash
with the very first hormones of puberty and desperate to find an outlet
for the sexual tension he was feeling.
He waited until I was as engrossed as I could be without crashing the
car, and said, in a coquettish little voice which was utterly
unexpected,
'Are you sure you aren't going to try to fiddle with me?'
I couldn't help but lose my resolve.