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Authors name: Standing Bear (wlehr@sprynet.com)
Story title : The Day I met Fred Savage
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The Day I met Fred Savage (M/b, ped, celeb)
By Standing Bear (wlehr@sprynet.com)
***
This story is totally fictional and comes from the inner
recesses of my imagination. It in no way inplys that the
real Fred Savage would do anything like is discribed
within this story. This is only a parody of real life,
nothing more.
When I first saw the tv series "The Wonder Years",
staring Fred Savage as "Kevin Arnold" when he was in the
7th grade, possibly 12 years old, I though him to be a
really cute and sexy boy, what with my long time sexual
attraction to pre-pubessent, pre-teen boys.
And when I saw an episode of the show in which Fred, as
Kevin was on all fours in just his briefs, and got a
look at his cute little butt, all kinds of images of
laying this boy down naked and spreading those cute butt
cheeks and burying my face in the crack and licking his
virgin hole and then easing my rod into him, came to
mind.
I was driving 18-wheelers at the time, and one day I was
assigned a trip to the Chicago area where Fred actually
lived when he wasn't busy with the tv series. I thought,
man if I could manage to somehow meet up with young Fred
and spend some time with him, it would be great.
Well, the place where I was to deliver my shipment was
at a shopping mall in a suburb on the fringe of Chicago
proper, and by a great stroke of luck, unbeknownst to me
at the time, was very close to Fred's neighborhood. I
arrived on a Sunday afternoon and didn't deliver until
the next morning right there at shopping mall.
After making entries in my driver's log book, and
looking at the time, I saw that I plenty of time to roam
around the mall, so I climbed out of cab of the truck, a
Conventional Peterbilt (long nose) with a doublewide
walk-in sleeper compartment, and a double size waterbed
in it, locked the door and sauntered towards the
entrance to the mall. I saw a Revco Drug Store in the
mall, and remembered that I needed a few personal items,
including a pack of condoms. "Who knows when I might
have a need for them?" I thought to myself.
After paying for my purchases, I wandered around the
mall somemore and came upon a game room, crammed full of
video games and a hoard of kids of both genders, both
pre-teen and teenagers. I stood close to the entrance
for several minutes gazing at the butts and crotches of
several preteen boys and a couple boys I figured who
were about 13 or 14 years old. Some of these boys had
little tiny butts that hardly showed through their jeans
and/or shorts, and some had nice round butts that filled
the seat of their jeans/shorts quite nicely.
As I was gazing at the boys, I had developed a quite
noticeable bulge in the crotch of my jeans, and then I
noticed this one little boy of about 10 or 11 years old
glancing repeatedly at the lower part of my body, and
grinning and licking his lips. He then put his left hand
down to his crotch and started rubbing it as he looked
at me, then would point at my crotch. I looked down and
saw how obvious the bulge actually was. I looked back at
the little boy and made eye contact, and grinned at him.
He grinned back and flipped me the bird. I mouthed out
the words, "I'm ready anytime you are." Well, his face
turned red, and grinned like a chesshire cat, and slowly
walked over to me, and asked if I would be around that
night about 7:30 or 8:00. I told him that I'd be in the
mall parking lot til morning, as I had a load of freight
to deliver in the morning.
I told him the name on the truck so he'd know which one
to go to, in case there were other trucks there at the
time. He descreetly put his little hand against my
bulging cock to get an idea of how big was, then asked
in a whispered voice if I like being sucked off by
little boys, and if I liked sucking little boy cocks. I
told him that little boys like him were my favorite kind
of bedmates and fuck buddies.
He snickered at that and asked if I'd ever butt fucked a
boy under 12 or 13 years old. I told him no, but if he
was interested, he could be my first boy to do it with.
He whispered that he had been butt fucked twice by an
uncle just a few months ago, before that uncle moved to
New York City, and has had a desire to get another man's
dick in his butt, but he won't let just any man fuck
him.
I asked him why he asked ME about butt fucking then, and
he said that I just looked like the gentle, loving kind
of guy that he would like to get in bed with. I put a
hand on his little head and tousseled his blond hair and
patted it.
I whispered to him that I am a gentle natured boy-lover,
and that it would be an honor to lay down with him and
explore his little body with my probe in his little love
canal. He giggled at that, as he had never heard of a
boy's rectum refered to as a love canal before. He said
that he had to go home for a while, and he would get a
shower and clean his prick and butthole real good for
me, and would be back around 7:30 or so.
I smiled and patted him on the cheek of his cute little
face, and said that I'd be watching for him. He said
that he wouldn't let me down, 'cause his butthole was
itching to get a man-cock shoved up in it. Then he gave
my cock a gentle squeeze and promptly walked out of the
game room as non-chalantly as he could, so as to not be
noticeable.
No sooner than than he left, I looked around the game
room one more time, and first thing my eyes focused on
was the boy of my fantasies! Non other than Fred Savage
himself. He was playing a video game called "Star Gate".
He was playing the game solo, and since I had gotten
pretty good at the game myself, I discreetly walked over
to him and asked if he'd like to play a two-some.
He quickly looked up at me, and said, "Sure! Do you know
this game?"
I answered, "I sure do, I play it alot at truck stops
when I'm laying over somewhere or just making a rest
stop. I dug into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a
dollor's worth of quarters and said, "I'll even pay for
the games if you're interested."
"Wow! You'd do that?" he asked.
"Sure!" I answered. He said that as soon as the game is
over, he'd love to play me a game. "Alright!" I thought,
"I'll play him till he's puddy in my hands, and get him
out to my truck."
I stood quietly to the side and watched him play so that
I wouldn't break his concentration on the game. After a
few minutes, he asked, "Are you a truck driver? You
mentioned something about truckstops...."
"Yep, sure am. I drive for a company in Tennessee, not
far from where I live." I answered. "Are you into big
trucks?" I asked.
"Well sort of, I've always been amazed at how big some
of them are, and I've seen some with some really cool
paint jobs on them." he replied.
I asked him if he'd be interested in seeing the truck
that I drove, and mentioned that it has a unique paint
scheme on it, and a double sized walk-in sleeper on it.
His eyes got big and said, "Really? Cool! Maybe after we
play a few rounds, I'd like to go and check it out."
"Made second base...." I silently said to myself. As you
may notice, I didn't let on that I knew who he was, or
made a big thing about the tv series he starred in. I'd
wait til I had him in the truck before I let him know
that I knew who he was, and about the scene in his
undies on the teacher's desk, and seeing the shape of
his cute little butt and so on.
I looked at my watch to see how much time I'd have
before the other little boy showed up. It was only 4:30
pm. "Great! I've got 3 hours that I can fool around with
Fred before little blond boy shows up." I thought.
Fred and I played four games together, with him "beating
the pants off me" each time. He was really good at the
game. Better than I first thought.
And I let him know it too. He told me that he plays it a
lot when he's there and not busy with school and such.
"Well, let's go and check out that truck of yours, and
then I've gotta start for home." Fred finally said.
I lead that sexy specimen of boyhood out to the truck,
and as we approached it, he let out a long whistle, and
said, "Wow! What a paint job! And what a big sleeper you
have on it!"
The paint job consisted of a painted mural of a woodland
scene with an old Cherokee style log cabin in the
middle, and a small creek flowing nearby. On the very
back of the sleeper was a picture of a Cherokee man
dressed in a wrap around long shirt tied in place with a
finger-woven belt, breech cloth and deerskin leggings,
moccasins and a turban, and holding what most non-Indian
people call a "Peace Pipe" with feathers hanging from
the stem. At the man's side, was a young scantily
dressed boy wearing no more than a one piece breech
cloth that goes between the legs and drapes down over a
narrow belt in the front and back and extends to just
above the knees, and moccasins, and had an arm around
the man's waist, and a contented smile on his face,
making people who see the mural wonder what he and the
man have been up to.
I asked if he'd like to see the inside of the truck, and
how I had it fixed up. He said, "Sure! I'd love to." I
unlocked the passenger side door and opened it, thinking
"Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly...."
Fred climbed into the cab and looked in towards the
sleeper, and I got in right behind him, and closed and
locked the door.
"Go ahead on in and look around!" I encouraged him. And
he did. I could see that he was quite impressed. I had a
dreamcatcher hanging over the waterbed, and a leather
shield hanging securely on the back wall, and other such
Native American craftwork here and there. Fred's eyes
were as big as saucers when he saw a sketching of the
same Cherokee man and boy laying naked in a 69 position
giving each other a blowjob with the man's hands on the
boy's buns and a finger in the boy's butt-hole up to the
last knuckle, and the man's whole cock in the boy's
mouth and boy's prick and nuts in the man's mouth.
Then Fred noticed another sketch of them in which the
boy was on all fours and the man was on his knees with
his entire cock in the boy's butt. Fred then looked at
me, his face blushed as he saw the bulge in my jeans and
my hand rubbing it. I asked, "So what do you think? I
see you're facinated with the sketches and what the two
people in them are doing...."
He stammered a minute, and asked if I was into doing
stuff like that with boys. I grinned and nodded my head
and put an arm around his waist and pulled him close
against me.
Then I said, "I know who you are, Fred, and I saw a
recent episode of your show in which you were on the
teacher's desk on all fours in nothing but your briefs,
and when I saw the shape of your cute little butt
through them, I started feeling a stirring in my groin
and knew I'd love to lick that cute butt and get my cock
inside it and make both of us feel good inside."
He tried to pull away, but I moved both of my hands down
to his butt and pulled him tightly against me. and
fondled those soft round buns and the crack in between,
down to that virgin butthole.
He squirmmed a bit, then relaxed as I caressed his butt
and the space between his hole and his nutsac. I gently
moved him to the side of the bed, knelt down in front of
him, and gently felt his crotch and his boyhood through
his jeans. I massaged his prick and ballocks until he
developed a noticeable erection, which I rubbed my hand
along from base to head. Then I moved my hands back to
his buns as I put my mouth over his prick and gently bit
down on it through the material, but not enough to cause
him any pain. Then I worked my tonuge up and down the
shaft of his prick, still covered by his jeans and
undershorts.
He stiffened up and took a quick inward breath through
clentched teeth. Then slowlly exhaled. I looked up into
his face and saw a look of ecstacy. "Home Run....." I
said to myself. I then asked, "Have you ever had that
little rod sucked?"
He looked down at me in a way that said "Are you
kidding!?" Then he said "No, but I've thought about it a
few times, and wondered what it would feel like."
"Well, here's your chance, if you're interested."
Hesitantly, he said, "Well, I guess so.... but promise
me you'll go slow with me."
"Of course, I'll go as slow as you need me to be, but we
need to get on with it, cause I've got another little
boy that I met in the game room where we met, that not
only wants his prick sucked, but even wants a man cock
up his tiny butthole."
Fred looked at me with a look of disbelief in his face,
and asked if I was kidding, I told him that I was not
kidding. He asked, "What's his name? I might know him if
he was in the game room...."
I said, "I don't know. Didn't ask, and he didn't tell
me."
"What does he look like then?" he asked, "Oh, let's see.
He's about four inches shorter than you, quite thin, has
really light blond hair, close set blue eyes and a
slender nose with a few freckles along the bridge, and
real light complexion. Evidently he lives near by." I
answered. Fred looked at me with a shocked look on his
face, and said, "You may not believe this, but I think
that is my cousin Timmy."
"Well, whoever he is, he told me that he had been
buttfucked a couple times before by an uncle just
shortly before the uncle moved to New York City, and
that he'd been wanting a man's cock in his butt since."
I told him. Fred then said that the boy couldn't be his
cousin then, because none of his uncles live there. I
worked at getting Fred's jeans loosened and pulled down
to his ankles, and he stepped out of them.
Then I slipped a couple fingers under the waistband of
his briefs and slowly lowered them, first in the back a
little, then in front, and the back a little more until
they were just below his crotch, and then let them slid
down his legs to the floor, and he stepped out of them.
I then gazed at his stiff erect boyhood sticking
straight out from his lower abdomen like a hornet's
stinger, and pulsating in anticipation. I looked up at
him and said, "Fred, my friend, that is one nice piece
of boymeat you've got, looks almost good enough to eat."
He looked at me with an almost scared look in his face,
and asked, "You ARE kidding me, right?"
I said in a chuckling voice, "Of course, I wouldn't want
to leave you with nothing to piss through, or feel the
fantastic senastions that come from getting your prick
licked and sucked."
A look of relief filled his face. I then took his three
inch boymeat between thumb, forefinger and middle finger
and lightly stroked it from tip to base and back again,
while gently massaging his little boy-nuts with my free
hand, and a moan of pleasure virberated though his young
body that I could feel in his lower abdomen. I said, "If
that feels good, then this will feel even better." and I
immediately took his whole prick and his nuts in my
mouth together, and worked my tongue all over the tip of
his prick, especially the opening that he pisses
through, and then wiggled his nuts around with my
tongue, then back to the tip of his prick.
This caused his body to stiffen and quivver, and he let
out an "OOooooooo, that feels great, like tiny pins
prickling me all over down there."
With that, I moved my hands to cup his buns in them and
massage and kead them, and lightly slid my fingers up
and down the crack of his butt, and gently glide across
the object of my desires, his virgin hole. I had also
started working my lips and tongue back and forth along
the length of his prick shaft. Fred was shaking like a
leaf in a stiff breeze. I gently slipped a finger into
the boy's sweat slickened anus, up to the second knuckle
and wiggled it around and rotated it around in him,
making him stiffen his body again, and that anal muscle
tightened around my finger.
Momentarily, he relaxed again, then I slipped a second
finger in to his anal orifice and worked it in as deeply
as I could get it and the first finger, and found his
prostate and pressed and massaged it while sucking on
his boymeat, which by this time was super-sensitive.
After a few more strokes of my lips on him, Fred
stiffened up and shook more convulsively than ever, then
suddenly I felt some kind of liquid squirt onto my
tongue, and then realized from the mild salty taste,
that he had cum in my mouth. This shocked the hell out
him. He asked, "What the hell happened to me?!"
"Buddy, you just came in my mouth!" He had a look of
confusion on his face as if he didn't know what cum was.
I said, "In other words, you just had an orgasm and
ejaculated a little bit of sperm---semen."
"Holy shit! I've never done that before, even when I''ve
jacked off"! Fred exclaimed, truly thrilled with what he
had done.
"Well you have now, and at the skillful hands and mouth
of a Cherokee Indian. I guess you could call that
"Injun-nuity." And we both bursted out laughing. "And
I'll tell you something my young friend, I'm glad to
have been the one to receive your first squirt of
boycum." I anwered.
"I'm glad you were the one too. I never thought it could
anything like that. It was really great."
I asked him then, after a quick glance at my watch,
"Would you be willing to let me butt fuck you like I
mentioned earlier? I promise I'll be really gentle with
you and work it in slow and easy...."
"What time is it, and when is that other boy supposed to
get here?" he asked. I told him it was nearly 6:30, and
he said, "Oh, crap! I gotta get home before I get in a
world of trouble!" he exclaimed. Then he asked "When
will you have to leave tomorrow?"
"Well, I make my actually delivery at 7:00 am, it should
take around an hour to unload the stuff in the trailer,
then after that, I'll call my dispatcher and let him
know that I'm empty, and see what kinda load I'm to go
after. I'll probably see about getting some breafast
after that. I figure I'll probably pull out around 9:30
or 10:00, unless I'm delayed by some PRESSING business."
I said, with a grin to show that I meant like pressing
my cock into a virgin butthole. He understood what I
meant.
"I can be here by 9:00, where will you be parked by that
time?" he asked.
"By that time, I should be right back around where we
are now." I answered.
"I hate to run out on you like this, but I didn't
realize what time it when we came out to your truck. And
that boy will be pretty soon. And I don't think that
would work if we met up like that. He could mess things
up for my acting career if he were to decide to tell."
"Okay, I understand. You ARE going to be here tomorrow
then, right?"
"Sure. I said I would be. I've never had that done to me
before, but seeing that sketch got my curiousity going.
Look, I really gotta get going," he said, as he finished
arranging his jeans and shirt by this time.
I opened the door and let him out, and he took off in
the opposite direction from where the blond haired boy
would be coming from. I knew that, because I was sitting
in the driver seat looking around as I watched for him,
and saw which way he arrived from.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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