Gunga Dick

Road to Ruin

& Tool Shed Surprise/Redux

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Road to Ruin

It was time for my annual pilgrimage. I had a friend staying at the house so that the dog and cat didn't starve to death. The four wheeler was packed and gassed up and I was on my way.

Every year, I go down the coast highway and visit all of my kit and kin. I stop at Mendocino to see and old flame. I've got a brother that lives near Russian River, a sister in Marin county, and a son in Sacramento.

I usually hit a couple of wineries on the way and stock up on some fine domestic. All in all it's a peaceful voyage. I get to relax and stretch out the old legs. If I'm lucky I get to stretch out the old dick too

I had stopped at Yreka before switching from Interstate 5 to winding highway 1. I gassed up, got a bite to eat, and drained the old python. I was about to climb back into the Pathfinder when I noticed a young boy standing by the side of the road with his thumb out.

"Where ya headed?" I shouted out.

The boy shrugged his shoulders and said, "South."

"I'm heading down the old highway towards San Francisco if that'll help ya." I told him. His face lit up and he grabbed a full knapsack that had been lying by his feet and trotted over. From a distance, I had him pegged at sixteen, give or take a year. I had thought he was a little young to be hitching. But, I wasn't prepared for how young he appeared close up. I must have looked concerned because his smile suddenly faded and he slowed as he got close. He stood before me and looked down at the pavement. I figured if I didn't give him a ride someone else would so I grabbed his bag and shoved it into the back seat. His face lit up again and he scrambled to the other side and climbed into the passenger's seat.

"I'm Ted," I told him and extended my hand.

"Hi! I'm Billy, uh… Bill," he responded as we shook.

"Well, Billy Bill," I teased him, "how far south are you going?"

"I got a sister that lives south of San Francisco. Near a bay, uh…. Moon Bay, or something like that."

"Half Moon Bay?" I prompted him.

"Yeah! That's it!" He responded and then tried out the name to see how it fit. "Half Moon Bay. Sounds nice doesn't it?"

"Um-hmm," I answered as I entered traffic. Something inside of me twitched. Anybody who qualifies a place by the way the name sounds is running from something bad or running towards something good.

"How long since you've seen your sister?"

"About four years. She left when mom died." The last was spoken wistfully.

"Sorry about your mother, Billy," I commiserated, "You must have been pretty young at the time?"

"Yeah, I was eight," he volunteered, not realizing my question was meant to find out how old he was. His head snapped towards me and his eyes got wide as he realized what he had revealed.

"Twelve's kind of young to be hitchhiking isn't it, Billy?" I asked and tried to keep emotion out of my voice.

I didn't get an answer so I took my eyes off the road and looked at my young companion. He was studying my face. I guess he was trying to decide if I was trustworthy or not. Having made up his mind he finally answered.

"I've been living in a boys home up near Seattle since mom died. It's an orphanage, you know, except they call it a 'boys home'. Nobody ever comes to see us. I don't know anybody who ever got adopted out of there and nobody ever goes to a foster home. We just live there and go to school, then when you turn eighteen they tell you to leave."

I glanced over at Billy and saw a lone tear run down his cheek.

"Doesn't sound like you were very happy there, Billy." I said, but I don't even know if he heard me.

"It's like being in school twenty four hours a day, you know. Someone always watching you and telling you what to do. The older guys always picking on the younger kids. You couldn't even have anything personal, you know. I tried putting a poster of Michael Jordan on the wall, but the monitor took it down and threw it away. 'It wasn't allowed' he said."

It sounded like prison to me. I tried, but couldn't imagine what living like that must have been like. The closest I could come to it was twelve weeks of booth camp.

"Couldn't you go out and play. To movies or something like that?" I asked, hoping for some ray of sunshine.

"On school days, we came back from school and had to go to study hall. Then we'd eat and go back to studying. On weekends though, after our chores, we got to go out and play. They had a big field and some hoops. I liked playing soccer."

I glanced over again and saw Billy smiling. His eyes had that faraway look as he pictured himself playing soccer.

"Must be hard leaving behind all of your friends?" It's hard to get information out of someone without appearing to pry. I was hoping to find out why he was running away and I figured I had better be circumspect.

Billy blew air through his lips and made a sound that wasn't quite a raspberry.

"You had no friends at the home?" I asked dumfounded.

"A lot of the kids in the home were sent there because they did something bad. If they weren't bullies when they got there well it didn't take long for 'em to change."

Our conversation continued as the miles slowly rolled under my wheels. Billy told me how it was impossible to have anything nice because the older kids would always steal it. How his sister had started sending him money a couple of years back and what was left after the school bought him clothes would quickly be forced out of him by bullies. He told me that it was useless to complain because the school had established a kind of kangaroo court where a panel of older boys would listen to the complaint, but unless you had someone to corroborate your story it was a waste of time.

Billy appeared to be a nice kid, so I wondered why he hadn't been tainted by his environment. I couldn't find an oblique way of asking that question so I just asked it directly.

"That's why you didn't have very many friends?"

"Yeah," he replied, "people used to say I was the troublemaker. Every time I would defend myself the board would find me guilty and take away my privileges.

He told me how he had spent many a night in the kitchen washing pots and pans and how he had spent weekends helping with the laundry. There had been an up side to all of this though because he had made one true friend he told me. One of the monitors. A young man named Paul had taken a liking to my young traveler. Billy said that whenever Paul needed someone to help him he would choose him. Paul would take him into the city to buy supplies and every time they went Billy would get an ice cream cone and a soft drink. Billy laughed and told me how one time they had even gone to a movie. A movie about animated ants. It was the only movie Billy had ever seen at a theatre and it had seemed like magic. That huge screen and the buttered popcorn.

I smiled at my young companion's enthusiasm, but then I brought it to a halt with my next question.

"So, isn't Paul going to miss you not being there?"

Once again, Billy didn't answer immediately and when I looked over I saw a stream of tears running down his cheeks. I remained quiet and let Billy compose himself.

"Paul's gone," was all he said and his answer had the sense of finality to it that said I wouldn't find out anything else so I didn't pursue it.

I guessed that I had an answer to all my questions now. Young man lives in an orphanage where every day life is sheer hell; he only has one friend; and the one friend goes away. I guess Billy decided to run. I felt torn. I thought that I should probably stop and call the authorities, but which ones. I mulled it over for about twenty miles and then decided I would drive the young man to his sister's and we would take it from there.

I had left home late in the day and figured I would make it all the way to Mendocino, but it was after six now and a quick poll of the vehicle's occupants indicated they were all hungry. I stopped in Fort Knox and found a family style restaurant that featured a buffet. We both went to the bathroom; voided our bladders and washed our hands, in that order. We were shown to a table and given a couple of menus. The wait person returned and I watched with amusement as Billy dug around in his pocket and holding his hand below table level, so that I wouldn't see how much he had, counted his money and decided he would only have a Coke.

"Nonsense," I told him, and to the server I said, "we'll both have the buffet."

The wait person, with Vivian stitched across her left breast, took our menus away and told us to help ourselves.

I got up and realized Billy wasn't following, I turned and saw him looking at me – confused.

"What's wrong," I asked.

He shrugged and said, "What's a buffet?"

I laughed and told him to follow me. Billy watched me closely as I took up a tray and some flat ware. He copied my movements as we went down the line. I took some cole slaw, a couple pieces of fried chicken, and some potatoes au gratin. Billy did the same. He hesitated as he reached the pizza. He glanced up at me and I nodded. He stacked a couple pieces on his plate and grinned broadly. We reached the end of the line and Billy frowned as he noticed the small plates containing slivers of pie and small squares of cake. His frown deepened as I ignored the pastry items and picked up my tray. I looked back and saw a deeper frown on his forehead.

"You can come back for more if you want," I informed him. "This is an all you-can-eat buffet."

"I can eat all I want?" He asked astounded.

Forty minutes and two trips later was enough to fill up my young companion. He talked incessantly throughout the meal. He told me about the food at the boys home. He talked about working in the kitchen and how they were made to save food off the plates. Mash potatoes, rolls, even vegetables were carefully scraped off for the next day. I felt my appetite disappear as I listened to his story, and was amazed that he could relate such things while continually cramming food into his mouth.

There was an arcade area in the restaurant and Billy would occasionally glance over at the other kids playing the electronic games. I paid Vivian and as we got up to leave I asked Billy if he'd like to try his hand at some of the games. You would have thought that he'd just won the lottery. His face was glowing. He watched a young boy his age play a racing game, which required sitting inside of a booth. As the other boy stepped out of the booth I told Billy to get in and I inserted a couple of quarters. He only lasted about fifteen seconds, but they appeared to have been fifteen of the happiest seconds of his life. I treated him to a half hour's worth of entertainment then told him we should leave.

I hadn't realized how much time had passed and when we left it was dark outside. I thought for a second and told Billy I was going to find a motel. He looked crestfallen.

"I thought you were going to San Francisco?" He asked eagerly.

"I am, Billy, but I hadn't planned on making it in one afternoon."

"Okay," Billy said wistfully as he looked down and nudged a few pebbles with the toe of his right sneaker. "I'll get my bag and be on my way."

Call me stupid, but I had just realized the situation I had placed him in. I had taken him off the main highway and now I would be leaving him in the middle of a strange city, after dark. I hesitated for a moment then told him that he could share my room if he wanted to. He looked up and studied my face. A series of emotions washed over his face before he quietly agreed. I found a motel a few blocks from the restaurant and checked in. It was a ritzier than the places I usually stayed at, but I figured I owed it to Billy.

It was your average motel room. A couple of queen size beds; a noisy air conditioning unit; a small round table with a couple of cigarette burns and a couple of chairs around it; a dresser with TV atop of it; and open closet with un-removable hangers; a vanity counter with sink and mirror; and finally a bathroom with amenities.

Billy checked everything out carefully before coming back to the television set.

"Can I watch TV?" He asked in a manner that said he expected a negative reply.

"Certainly," I answered and suppressed a smile.

I watch Billy look closely at the television set. He reached out and felt along both sides and the top; all the while the frown on his forehead kept getting broader.

I finally realized what was happening and showed him the remote control. He was amazed at this small bit of technology and even more amazed at the variety of channels. I began to wonder about Billy's earlier years. Even if his mother had passed away when he was eight, he was still old enough to remember about movies and remote controls and video games and such. I felt I had pumped the young man enough for one day and left my questions unspoken.

I left Billy to his own devices and stripped down my bed, grabbed my ditty bag, and headed for the rest room. I stripped out of my clothes and took a soothing shower. I got out and dried myself then realized that, as was my wont, I hadn't brought anything to wear in the manner of robe or pajamas. I wrapped my damp towel around myself and exited the bathroom. I felt Billy's eyes follow me as I went to my bag and dug around for a clean pair of underwear. I turned my back to Billy and dropped the towel and slid the underwear on. I turned and found Billy staring at me, he had a strange look on his face. I thought it might have been embarrassment so I shook it off.

I brushed my teeth and settled down to do some reading. I let Billy play with the television; I say play because he spent the entire time using the remote to switch from channel to channel, and then at ten thirty told him he should get ready for bed so we could get up and on our way at a reasonable hour.

Billy pawed through his bag that had evidently been packed in some haste. He pulled everything out and placed it on his bed. His clothing was balled up and I couldn't tell pants from shirts. I made a comment about his packing skills and he smiled sheepishly.

"I was kind of in a hurry when I packed," he explained, confirming my earlier suspicion.

I got up and told him to get ready and that I would re-pack his bag if that was okay with him. He smiled and grabbed his toothbrush.

I unballed and folded his possessions. Three pair of underpants; two tee shirts; four pair of socks; a thin sweater; two dog eared comic books; a baseball; a small notebook; two button down shirts; and an extra pair of jeans. His whole life in one little backpack. I felt a pang in my chest and couldn't tell if it was sorrow, guilt, or anger. Fate was indeed a cruel mistress.

Billy came out of the bathroom. He was slick as a seal. His short brown hair lie plastered to his head. He carried his clothes and had done as I did and wrapped a towel around himself. I realized then that for a twelve year old boy, Billy was small for his age. I remembered that my son at twelve had stood taller than my chin and had started to sprout hair under his arms and around his crotch. Billy only came up to my chest and although he was thin he wasn't skinny. He showed good skin tone. I guess a hard life and basic diet had kept him in pretty good shape.

He smiled when he saw his possessions neatly folded and lined up at the foot of his bed.

His smile turned to a frown as he studied them more closely.

"I must have forgotten to pack my pajamas," he said quietly.

"Don't worry about it," I said encouragingly. "You know, I never wear those things anyway. They just get all tangled up and it makes it hard for me to sleep."

"You too?" He asked. "I always thought I was the only one who felt that way, and I hated that they made us wear them."

By the time we had repacked his bag, Billy was completely dry and I told him we should hit the sack. I sat at the edge of my bed and quickly slid my underwear down before sliding in under the sheets. I turned to the lamp between the beds and was reaching for the knob when I saw Billy unwrap the towel from around his hips. He walked to the bathroom and discarded his towel and then walked back to his bed and climbed in.

I turned off the light and we said our good nights. I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. The picture of a naked Billy popped into my head and I felt my cock stir. I couldn't help myself because when Billy had returned from discarding his towel he had been sporting an erection. He hadn't seemed embarrassed by his state and didn't try to hide it.

He had a nice cock for little kid or maybe it was average for a twelve year old and his stature just made it look big. It had stuck out a good four inches [10 cm] above a small set of balls and had been fairly thick. My cock responded to the memory and rose up. I felt it push at the bed sheets and so I turned away from Billy to hide the fact. I reached down and slowly stroked the length of it. I felt like a kid again. I grew up sharing a bedroom with my older brother and I remember the hundreds of occasions when I used to jerk off by rolling over and stroking quietly. Of course, my brother and I both knew when we were doing it because no matter how hard you try it always winds up being noisy

I remember being thirteen when my fifteen year old brother, Rory, had introduced me to mutual jerk off sessions. We had jerked each other off for a couple months when he introduced me to oral sex. We had serviced each other until Rory turned eighteen and left for University. I had shared my knowledge with other kids in the neighborhood and found out that most of them had already been engaging in similar activities. My high school years were spent in sexual experimentation. I had fooled around with a number of my friends and their younger or older sisters and brothers. I had had a few experiences with older men, including our parish priest and had been seduced by the neighborhood vixen, who at the age of thirty-six, was the dream fuck of every man in the neighborhood.

I had been playing these old thoughts through my head as I slowly stroked my cock. A persistent noise broke through my thoughts and I realized that Billy was quietly crying. I stopped what I was doing and lie quietly for a moment. I wondered what had brought on his tears. I hoped it wasn't caused by my actions. I could just picture him huddled over there scared of the man in the other bed who was beating his meat.

"Are you okay, Billy?" I asked tentatively.

I heard him take in a breath to stifle his sobs and a sniffling voice answered me.

"Y-y-yes."

I waited for him to continue, but that's all the answer I got.

"Do you want to talk about it, Billy?" I asked and worried about the answer.

A minute passed as I waited for a response and then a small voice said,

"I miss Paul."

I turned and faced Billy's bed. I could make out his small form in the dim light and saw that he was facing me. He eyes were open and their liquid luminescence shone in the dark.

"I imagine you do," I replied and realized that I actually didn't, but it was meant to soothe him.

"He was really nice to me," Billy blurted out and started to cry again.

I felt a pang in my chest and slid out of my bed and sat on his bed side. I placed a hand on his shoulder hoping to reassure him.

"He used to sneak extra desserts to me, and he bought me those comic books, and he would keep the bullies away from me," Billy spoke through his tears and I could feel his little heart was breaking at the loss of his one friend.

"I didn't have to share a room with anybody because they said I was a trouble maker. So Paul would often read me bed time stories, and… and… and sometimes he would sleep in bed with me."

I had been patting his shoulder in what I hoped was a reassuring way, but when he said that last part my hand froze in place. Thoughts came rushing into my head. Stories I'd heard about how young men were molested in these homes came to mind. Strangely though, as I sat there trying to comfort my young friend, these stories had a different effect on me this time. I felt my cock harden and rise. I tried, but couldn't put these thoughts out of my head.

Billy's sobs became louder and he twisted in bed and sat up facing me. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me fiercely.

"There, there," I said solicitously.

We were in an awkward position. My legs dangled off the edge of the bed and my upper body was twisted towards the headboard. Billy, although sitting up, was bent at an angle also. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him around so that I could sit upright without feeling like I was about to fall over. This new position alowed me to hug his small, sobbing frame to my chest. Unfortunately, it also brought part of his body in contact with my aroused cock. I didn't know if it was his thigh, or a buttock, or what. All I knew was that it was hot and it was aggravating my condition. My cock jerked and bounced off of Billy. He must have felt it and yet his only reaction was to hug me even more tightly.

The more I tried to think of something else the more I became aroused by thoughts of Billy having sex with an older man or boy or whatever Paul had been. My cock surged again and Billy clutched me even tighter. I suddenly felt something poking my side and realized that Billy too had an erection. I realized that he was no longer sobbing. The side of his face was pressed into my chest and I realized that he could easily see my throbbing cock. This caused it to twitch again and this time I felt Billy loosen his hold on me. He pulled his right arm from around me and I felt his hand brush against my cock. I felt his fingers as they lightly explored my cock. They seemed to touch me everywhere at once. He reached down and gently caressed my balls then brought his hand up and wrapped his fingers around my swollen member. I felt explosions go off behind my eyes as he started to slowly stroke me.

His face was only inches from my cock head and I could feel his warm breath caress me. He stroked me for a minute or so and then I felt him move and suddenly a warm, wet tongue caressed the head of my cock. I moaned loudly.

Billy stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. He took his left arm from around me and pushed on my chest. I willingly surrendered myself to him and fell back onto his bed. I canted my head up and watched as his mouth descended onto my cock. His tongue came out and licked around the coronal ridge. I hadn't felt this much pleasure in quite some time and knew I wouldn't last very long. He resumed stroking my cock and engulfed the head with his mouth. I could feel his tongue licking and circling the head as his hand urgently stroked up and down. I felt my balls tighten and there was a sudden swelling of my cock. I grunted loudly as sperm shot out of my cock. I watched the gooey mass slide down around my shaft as Billy made no attempt to swallow. He continued to nurse on my cock until it had substantially deflated. He released my cock and scrambled up to face me. He lowered a smiling face to mine and gave me a deep, soulful, cum scented kiss.

"Did I do good?" He asked breaking away from my mouth.

"You did wonderfully, Billy," I gasped.

Billy smiled again and lowered his head onto my chest. We lay that way for several minutes while I let my sexual high dissipate. Billy shuffled his body around until he lie in line with me and draped an arm across my chest. I felt drowsy and thought I would fall asleep in this position, but I had forgotten about the stamina of youth. Billy started rubbing his cock against my hip and I realized that he had had no release.

I pushed him onto his side and sidled down to his groin. I looked at his cock for a moment. It was a fine instrument. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked tentatively. The feeling brought back memories of youth. I lowered my head and took a swipe at its tip. I could feel Billy's stomach tighten as I did this. I took my hand away and engulfed his entire cock. It fit neatly into my mouth, nearly reaching my throat, and as fat as a broom handle. I sucked voraciously. My head bobbed up and down and my tongue sought out every nook and cranny.

Billy was like a musical instrument. He sounded out a different note with every new touch. When the noises merged into one note, I knew he was about to cum. I plunged onto his cock and sucked hard. I was like a man dying of thirst. He practically screamed as his cum shot into my mouth. There weren't copious amounts so I swallowed it all. Every stroke and every suck was accompanied by a grunt.

"Stop, stop," Billy urgently cried and pushed my face away from his cock. He wrapped a hand around his deflating cock and squeezed it tight trying to diffuse the overly sensitive feelings.

I got up onto my knees and looked at him. His eyes were closed and he had an angelic smile on his face. His body seemed to glow. I realized I was hard again and I reached down and started stroking myself.

I had been stroking for four or five minutes when Billy finally opened his eyes and looked at me. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched me stroking. A look of devilishment spread across his face. He sat up and once again pushed me into a prone position. This time I was all the way onto the bed and lie with a pillow under my head.

I thought I was going to be treated to another blow job as he lowered his mouth to my cock, but after sucking on me for a short while he straddled my body and lowered his mouth to mine. We kissed deeply for a moment and then he slowly shuffled back until I felt my cock pressing against his ass.

Billy reached behind himself and grasped my cock. He aimed my cock at his ass and slowly pressed back on it. I watched Billy close his eyes and a look of concentration crossed his brow. He was pressing hard on me now and I didn't think I was going to go in. I was about to voice this thought when Billy took in a quick breath and I felt the head of my cock snap into his anus. We both seemed to freeze in place; I savoring the extremely tight feeling surrounding my cock head, and Billy trying to adjust to my size.

After a while, Billy let out a breath and I felt his body relax. My cock began its short journey into his body. It slid in a fraction of an inch at a time. From the feeling, I must have been about half way in when Billy stopped pushing.

"So big, so big," Billy muttered to himself.

Paul must have been younger or not well endowed I thought, because my cock is only of an average size.

Billy pulled up a little and my cock slid out a couple of inches then he pushed down and I slid in a little farther than before. He repeated this process until I felt his ass cheeks resting on my thighs. Billy's eyes had been closed the entire time and now he opened them and looked down at me. He bent down and placed his lips on mine, driving his tongue into my mouth. We kissed that way for a while and he started moving his ass slowly up and down on my shaft. It was an incredible feeling and if I hadn't cum earlier I wouldn't have lasted but a moment. Soon, Billy's ass was sliding rhythmically up and down on my hard cock. He placed his hands on my chest to support himself and drove more of me in and out. I slid my hands down to his hips and helped him keep up the motions

Billy pushed himself up until he was sitting erect and rode me hard. He was deep stroking himself on my cock. He would rise up until only my cock head was left inside then jam himself down 'til his ass cheeks slapped against my balls. It was an incredible fuck. He had his eyes closed and was worrying his lower lip as he concentrated on the feelings inside of him. His cock was hard once again and I reached a hand around and fondled it. He opened his mouth and started taking short, raspy breaths. I could feel the surge in my balls and knew I would be coming soon. Billy too was fast approaching an orgasm and he wildly slammed onto my throbbing cock. Almost simultaneously, we both reached our peaks. I grabbed his sides and slammed him down onto me. I felt my cum leap out of my cock and suddenly felt a drop of moisture splat upon my chin. I opened my eyes an saw a string of cum jet out of Billy's cock and onto my chest. It was as though my cum was jetting through his body and coming out of his cock.

We both shuddered and Billy fell upon my chest. I held him there and felt my cock ooze out of his ass and plop onto the inside of my thigh. A deep sigh of satisfaction came out of Billy's chest and he snuggled into me. I held him there, my mind a whirl of unconnected thoughts.

We fell asleep that way and I awoke in the morning with Billy softly snoring and drooling onto my chest. I extricated myself and went to relieve a full bladder. I came out of the bathroom and checked my watch; it was eight-thirty. I looked over and saw Billy watching me. I smiled and asked if he had slept well. He smiled and said he hadn't slept that well in a month.

I told him to get up so that we could be on our way. He arose and with a piss hard on preceding him came to me and gave me a hug.

"How long will it take to get to San Francisco?" he asked and I could tell what he wanted to hear.

"Oh, maybe two, three days," I responded.

"Good," he responded and gave me a tight squeeze before letting go and heading for the bathroom

I followed and watched him empty his bladder then I turned on the shower and invited him to join me. He stepped inside and I started soaping up his small frame.

"I hope this trip lasts forever," he said.

The End

Tool Shed Surprise

My unabashedly open neighbor is Jane. We, the neighborhood call her 'plain Jane' behind her back. She tries hard to make herself attractive; the latest hair styles, short skirts, blouses that accentuate her forty-double-D breasts, and lots of make up. But, nothing helps. So, she spends a lot of time on her back. That's how I know about the double Ds. I had her a couple times shortly after moving in. But, I soon realized she carried a lot of baggage and told her we should just be friends. Or, better yet, just neighborly.

Jane is divorced and raising, or trying to raise, a son. James was four when I first moved in and now he must be nine – give or take a year. He's a gawky, beanpole sort of kid. He'll probably be a really tall person at some point, but for the time being he's just an awkward boy. When he walks or runs, his arms and legs don't seem to move in sequence and I'm always looking back to where he's been to see if any pieces have fallen off.

I grew up in the country where there was lots of room to play, and run, and hike, and camp, and… and… and.

Here in the city, kids have to go to the Boys & Girls club to run and play. Otherwise they just bounce around the walls of their parents' houses driving everyone just a little crazier. Jane likes to kick James out of the house on non school days. He'll be outside as early as eight o'clock playing with little toy soldiers and space aliens.

He's got a friend from up the street who's a year or so younger and they're always hanging together. I refinish furniture on the side and work in my garage and they like to hang around sometimes and watch me sand, and fill, and glue, and finish. I usually let them as long as they "don't touch!" But, being boys, they usually can only stay still for about ten or fifteen minutes then it's "time to leave, boys!"

James spends every other weekend with his father. I never knew Eric and have actually never spoken to him beyond a, "hey" when he picks up or drops off his son. There's something strange about him that I just can't put a finger on, but he makes my skin crawl just looking at him. Some of Jane's long line of men friends kind of remind me of her ex. I guess some people are just attracted to a certain type of other person.

Anyway, I had taken a week off from work in the early spring, hoping to do a little home repair. The roof of my garage was leaking and I was going to fix that first. I don't have a basement and I use my garage for the furniture so one of the first things I had done after moving in was to buy one of those metal tool sheds. Looks sort of like a little barn, except it's white with a green roof. I keep all the gardening stuff in there and my extension ladder.

On this particular morning, I had slept late. Had a leisurely breakfast as I watched the morning news and finally decided to get to it. I showered, put on a pair of running shorts and tee shirt; in deference to the increasingly warm weather and headed out to the shed. As I approached the shed, I notice one of the double doors was ajar. I thought that strange. I don't lock the shed, but it tilts a little and to open the door you have to push on the front corner of the shed to disengage the hasp and tang. So, to have a door open means someone had been in there. I pictured vandals and missing tools as I reached for the door, but a voice from within held me back. I recognized the voice immediately as that of Danny, James' friend from up the street.

"I don't know, James," he whined. "I don't think we should be doing this. What if we get caught."

"No body's gonna catch us," James answered in a hushed tone. "Come on. Let's do it. It's lots of fun."

"How… how do ya know it is?" Danny asked.

"Because," was James' vague reply.

"Because, how?" asked an unconvinced Danny. "Have you done it before?"

"Uhh… yeah, but I'm not supposed to tell," James answered.

"With who?" Danny's question was filled with awe.

There was a moment of silence, and I could picture James thinking whether he should 'tell' or not. I had a feeling I knew what they were doing in there and a smile crept across my lips. I remember many a jerk off session when I was a young boy, and they are fond memories indeed.

"You promise not to tell?" James asked.

"Sure!" came the quick reply.

"Wellll…" James waffled momentarily, "I've done it with my dad, and some of his friends, and even with a couple of my mom's friends."

"Wowwww…" came Danny's awe-struck reply.

I was somewhat taken aback myself, and began to wonder just what they were doing in there. Then I suddenly thought, "shit, they must be smoking." I reached for the door just as Danny said, "all right, go ahead."

I pulled open the door and stood in shock. James was naked and kneeling on his discarded clothing. Danny had his pants around his ankles and had his cock inside of James. I stood there momentarily paralyzed, but Danny reacted instantly. He reached down and pull his trousers up. He must have been half way up the block before either James or I had moved a muscle. James remained on his knees, his lips remained pursed, and he had what I can only assume was a look of disappointment on his face.

I on the other hand seemed to have lost the power of speech. I tried to talk but it came out like, "uh… uh… I… uh." Another part of me that was confused was my cock, because it was hard as a rock. My running shorts stuck straight out from my body. I had taken a step into the shed and James and I were only about a foot and a half [50 cm] apart. I slowly regained my sense and was about to tell James he should probably get dressed and on his way when I notice he was staring intently at my tented shorts. He slowly reached out and placed a hand on my sheathed cock. He grasped it through the cloth and squeezed. One of us moaned or maybe it was both, I couldn't tell because stars were going nova behind my eyeballs. I felt like one giant nerve and this kid had hold of one end of it.

I watched as he shuffled closer. I watched as he pulled down my shorts and underwear. I swear he said, "yummm!" And I watched as he engulfed the head of my cock. I threw my head back and felt a keening moan escape my lips.

James pulled his mouth off my cock and held it in his right hand. He looked at it for a moment and then he looked up at me and said, "that's a nice one." He then lowered his mouth and started sucking like a pro. I could feel his tongue swirl around the crown on the up stroke and I could hear a slurp as he went down. My knees trembled and I put my hand against the inside of the shed to steady myself. I'm usually slow to arouse and many of my lady friends have called me the "marathon man," but on this occasion I could already feel my balls churning and it had only been a couple of dozen strokes.

I was lost in rapture, but there was a sound nagging at me. A voice inside my head said I should be paying attention. I suddenly realized that what I had been hearing was Jane calling for her son and the sound was extremely close.

My eyes popped wide open as a voice behind me said, "there you are. Christ, can't you answer me when I'm calling. You could of taken that thing out of your mouth for a minute and let me know where you were."

I was in shock. I realized my mouth had fallen open and I snapped it shut. I tried to say something, but it only came out as a stutter. Jane looked at me with a smile on her face and said, "hey, don't worry about it. He's just a big cum slut. You're probably the last guy on the block to get his pipes cleaned by the little faggot." She turned and walked away saying, "Just send him home when you're done."

My eyes blinked rapidly as my mind tried to keep up with everything that was happening. I felt like I wasn't in control of my body. Speaking of control, my thoughts snapped back to the incredible feeling in my crotch and I looked down at my little cock sucker. He was watching my face as his mouth slid up and down my swollen cock. He would pull almost all the way off before diving back down and every time I would see the angry, swollen head of my cock. I was a dark shade of purple and I knew I'd be shooting out a record load of cum.

I noticed that as he sucked my cock, his right hand would stroke my shaft in matching tempo. Then I noticed that his other hand was stroking his own little four incher [10 cm]. This was the last straw, or should I say stroke, and my cum rushed up my cock and splashed into his throat.

James let out a muffled moan as he swallowed valiantly. A strand of white leaked out the side of his mouth and slowly ran down to his chin. I watched as it slowly stretched and finally fell onto the head of his cock. The sight of that was amazing and it forced more cum out of my cock as though I was having a second orgasm. I had never felt that before. My knees shook and I thought I would collapse. James' sucking became to intense a feeling and I pushed his head away. His mouth pulled off my cock with an audible pop.

James bent down and spit a mouthful of cum onto his cock and resumed stroking. His small hand was blur and he kept uttering moaning sounds. Suddenly his small frame shook and he folded into himself. I could see his sides going in and out as he took in quick breaths. I realized that I too was breathing hard. Finally, James looked up at me and smiled. His tongue snaked out and licked as much of the drying cum as he could.

I looked at the strange sight of this nine year old naked boy and said, "Uh, I think your mom wants you."

Tool Shed Redux

On another occasion, I saw James go into his friend Danny's home. This wouldn't have been strange other than the fact that I'd seen Danny and his mother driving away about ten minutes earlier. A half hour later I noticed James skipping down the street.

Perhaps these incidents were nothing more than innocent occurrences, but after James' mom telling me that he was sucking every cock on the block, I wondered.

My own life had taken a turn. Every time I saw Jane she would leer my way. I would feel the heat rise in my face and I'd have to look away. Every time I saw James he would smile expectantly at me. Or at least I thought it was expectantly.

The memory of James and his nine-year old mouth wrapped around my cock kept creeping into my mind. At odd times of the day I would find myself reliving the incident and my cock would push against the material of my trousers. It would, at times, be rather embarrassing. I know that I had garnered new respect from the typing pool. Female and male. Every time I walked by their eyes would wander to my crotch in anticipation of you know what.

It was frustrating and I was getting frustrated. Jerking off had become a regular activity now. I could almost schedule it into my day planner. Let's see, eight o'clock budget meeting; ten o'clock masturbation, and so forth.

Like I said earlier, two weeks had passed and frustration was mounting high. I was frustrated because I had let the moment take me over and I had allowed a young boy to felate me. I was frustrated because I was no longer in complete control of my life. And, I was frustrated because I wasn't getting any. I had tried to make a date with all of the women I usually dated, however none of them were available. They were gone, busy, or in one case just married. Had to take that one out of my little black book.

Two weeks had passed, it was Sunday, and I was taking my frustrations out on a rosewood rocking chair. I'd found the chair at a garage sale. Ten dollars was all they wanted for the painted-over piece of furniture. There was nothing notable about it, until I tried to pick it up. I had scraped off some paint from the bottom of the rocker and seen the brownish red color peeking out. I'd paid my ransom and rescued the chair from a wasted life in some old curmudgeon's parlor. And now, as I carefully stripped the last coat of paint form it, its rich ruddy hue came to the light.

I was bent over, slowly scrapping away, when a voice came from behind me. I straightened quickly and turned to find James standing there.

I said, "What?" I thought I had heard what he'd said, but it had stunned me and the question had come out automatically.

"Do you want a blow job?" He repeated.

I recoiled as though I had been hit physically. I couldn't associated those words with the young boy standing in front of me. I felt like I was in an episode of twilight zone.

"No, James!" I forced myself to say, "I don't want a, a,…" I couldn't make myself repeat those two little words.

James shrugged and turned away.

"Okay," he said, matter-of-factly, "mom said you looked frustrated lately and thought you might like one."

I stood there flabbergasted. I searched for something to say and all I could manage was, "tell your mother thanks." Well at least there was a hint of sarcasm.

I turned back to the chair with renewed vigor. Emotions ran through me in alphabetical order. Anger, bemusement, confusion, denial, envy, frustration – in the end, I was left holding my cock in my hand. I leaned against the work bench, at the back of the garage, and stroked my engorged cock. I had my eyes closed. I was picturing James on his knees, sucking me off. I opened my eyes and blinked several times. There in front of me, on his knees, was the object of my fantasy. He was smiling up at me as his tongue played on his lips. I let go of my cock and it bobbed up and down for a moment before it stopped and pointed right at James' open mouth, like a compass needle pointing north.

James leaned forward and grasped the base of my cock. He slowly stroked up to the head and then back to the base. He did this several times until a clear drop of fluid appeared at the tip of my cock. A broad smile creased his young face, and he leaned further forward and licked at the clear fluid. My knees quivered from that light touch. I felt like shouting, "Suck it!," but I let him have his way. He repeated the process a few more times and when I was at the peak of sexual frustration he drove his warm, moist mouth onto my cock. He enveloped it nearly to the base then drew back with a strong sucking motion. His tongue played around the swollen head before he took most of it in again.

Did oral sex always feel this good, or was it just the eroticism of the moment. Having a nine year old boy sucking on my turgid cock. Whichever, it felt good. Almost indescribable. I let myself enjoy his labors. I let all of the bothersome thoughts escape my mind and let the sexual pleasure fill it up. I wish I could say that it went on forever, but actually it only lasted a short while. I came with a gush of cum that would have made any stallion proud. I leaned into the work bench and my body shook in broad spasms. It must have looked like I was having a seizure. I opened my eyes and looked down at the young cock sucker. He had taken my softening cock out of his mouth and was rubbing it around his mouth and chin. I wanted to be hard again so that our encounter could continue. The sight of this young man playing with my softening cock was so arousing that I could feel my scrotum contract and loosen in an attempt at forcing more fluid out. He put my cock back into his mouth and sucked off the cum he had gathered on it. He sucked hard and it quickly became uncomfortable. I reached down and grasping him under the arm pits raised him to his feet.

He stood before me, face glistening, a smile on his face, and an erection in his pants. I reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. He pushed his crotch into my hand and moaned. I searched for his zipper only to find buttons. He pushed my hand away and quickly opened his fly. He pulled his hand back and stuck his crotch forward once again, urging me to finish the unveiling. I reached through the open fly and felt for his engorged member. I felt its hardness through his boxers. I pushed two fingers into the elastic opening at the front of his underwear and rubbed the short length of his tumescence. I pulled my hand out and grasped his pants' waist. I pushed down and revealed his white boxers. I slid my thumbs into the elastic band at his waist and pushed them down also. His four inch [10 cm] cock sprung out and up against his belly.

I toyed with his cock and listened to him moan his pleasure. I had never sucked a cock before, but I didn't hesitate at all. I knelt in front of my young cock sucker and took his cock into my mouth. It was hard yet soft, textured yet smooth, not at all what I expected. I had no point of reference. I was able to easily slide the entire cock into my mouth. It was only as long as my middle finger and only slightly larger. I remember thinking that this had to be a large cock for a nine year old. I couldn't remember back to when I was that age, but I know that I didn't reach those proportions until my early teens. My mouth slid up and down and my tongue went round and round. He too did not last very long. I grasped his young buttocks in my hands and I felt them clench as he began to shake and a loud moan escaped his young body. That was all that escaped though. I had anticipated a mouthful of sperm, but none came. I was surprised at my disappointment.

He pushed me away gently and I looked up at his broadly smiling face.

"Gee, that was great!" He practically shouted. "None of the other men ever do that to me."

"They don't know what they've been missing," I said as I rose to my feet. We both noticed that my cock had also risen, again.

I reached for it at the same time he did and wound up wrapping my hand around his. He giggled childishly as I forced his hand to stroke my turgid member. After a few strokes, I let loose of his hand and he continued the up and down motion on his own. I watched his face with wonder. He was totally focused on my cock. He watched with anticipation, like a cat watching a bird. His tongue played across his lips as he kept them moist. I smiled at the enthusiasm of his youth, and then I smiled at the feeling of his mouth wrapping around the head of my cock.

He went at it slowly this time, as though savoring the taste and feel of my cock. I realized that he actually enjoyed the physical act of sucking cock. He didn't do it merely to bring the other person pleasure, but he enjoyed the act itself. My only other encounters with oral sex were as a means to an end. Getting the woman aroused enough to be able to slide my cock in or she getting me aroused and wet so that I could slip it to her. This was different. I realized that I had also enjoyed the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth. At the time, I was sucking his cock to repay his having gratified me, but now I realized that my renewed arousal had been due as much to the act of sucking cock as it was to bringing someone else off.

I watched as he serviced me. His large brown eyes never leaving my face. He licked and sucked and slobbered over my cock. Saliva bubbled out of his mouth and wet his chin. He pulled away from my cock several times to wipe his chin on his shirt sleeve, and then he would dive back down like a starving puppy. He had been going at it for a while when I heard a small gasp come from the open door to my workshop. My head snapped to the side and I saw Danny standing there. His eyes were glued to where James' face was buried in my crotch. I had a fleeting spark of apprehension and then pictured James going into Danny's house and the feeling quickly dissipated.

I thought that Danny would turn and run away, but he stood there watching. He never once looked up at my face. I watched as he slowly came closer. His steps were so small that he seemed to float closer rather than walk. He was at arms length when James first noticed him. He pulled my cock out of his mouth and smiled at his friend. Danny fixed on my cock. James slowly wrapped his mouth around my cock head once again. Now, however, his eyes were fixed onto his friend, who watched in rapt fascination. After a few minutes, Danny slowly reached down and began to rub the front of his pants. I felt a change in the way that James was sucking on my cock and I looked down and could tell he was smiling as he sucked.

I turned to Danny again and found that he had drifted to my side. He stood transfixed by the sight of his friend James sucking on my adult cock. His hand was fully engaged in pulling and rubbing at the front of his pants now. I reached down and pushed my hand slowly into his pants front. He stopped fumbling for a second and his large blue eyes snapped up to my face. He found me smiling and a slow, hesitant smile spread across his own face.

Danny wore no underwear and I quickly found my finger tips brushing against his small member. I could tell that his cock wasn't as big as James', but then neither was any other part of his body. I gently stroked and tickled his hard little cock. Danny's eyes had returned to the action at my groin. I pushed down on his pants and they fell to his ankles. His three inch [7½ cm] cock stuck out small and stiff. No thicker or longer than my little finger. I used two fingers to rub up and down on it and then I would twirl my index finger around the its crown. Whenever I did that, he would purse his lips and go, "oooh-oooh."

I felt James pull away from my cock and looked down as he bent over and took Danny's little cock into his mouth. Danny's little "ooohs" got a little louder and his hands waved about as though he didn't know what to do with them. His hand finally came to rest on the top of James' head. Danny looked up at me and smiled. His eyes sparkled as he enjoyed the sensations that James was causing him to feel.

I stood there, cock sticking out into the open air. My cock bobbed in tempo with my heart beat and the motion attracted Danny's attention. He watched my large cock bounce in the air. It glistened from James' saliva and a string of precum stretched from the small opening in its tip. Danny slowly reached out and wrapped his hand around its girth, his small hand not quite getting all the way round it. He merely held on to it for a few moments. He squeezed it and then his hand slowly slid up to its head. He toyed with the head for a while. His fingers explored the base of the mushroomed head. I groaned as he gently toyed with the sensitive underside. Danny's mouth was open now and he was breathing quickly. He grasped my cock hard as his eyes closed and he concentrated on his orgasm. He quickly pulled his cock out of James' greedy mouth and pressed his other hand around it, capturing it against his belly. We all stayed frozen in our little tableau, waiting for Danny to recover from his first orgasm. Finally, he opened his eyes and a broad grin appeared on his young face.

"That was awesome!" he volunteered.

James and I both nodded and said, "Un-hun."

Danny had not released my cock and now his attention turned back to it. He slowly ran his closed hand up and down its length. He looked at James and asked, "Can I try?" James smiled and nodded his head. Of course, neither of them asked me, but I wasn't about to complain. Danny shuffled his hobbled feet and came around to my front. James stood and moved to my side, where he looked up at me and grinned. We both watched as Danny took a closer look at my cock. He held it up and looked at the underside. He reached out with his other hand and hefted my scrotum. I moaned as he gently fondled my balls. This brought a smile to his lips. He bent closer to my cock and tentatively stuck his tongue out. He took a quick swipe at the head of my cock and tasted the fluid there.

"It doesn't taste like anything!" he said.

"No, but the other stuff does," James informed him.

"What other stuff?" Danny asked.

"You'll see!" James said. "It's called cum, and when you get older it squirts out of you when you get that good feeling."

"Ohhhhh!" Danny said as though he wasn't sure if he James was lying or not.

"My dad says it's what makes babies!" James added.

"Babies!" Danny exclaimed and quickly looked down at my cock as though expecting I know not what.

"Go on!" James urged. "You'll like it. I promise."

Apparently his friend's word was good enough for him because Danny slowly lowered his mouth to my cock and placed his lips around the head. Nothing else happened for a few moments. Then, apparently satisfied that it was indeed 'not that bad', I felt his tongue reach out and play around the base of my cock's head. He wasn't as good as James, or anyone else for that matter, but it felt good just the same. I reacted by pushing more of my cock into his mouth. He stopped moving again, trying to accept this new sensation. I reached out and placed my hands on either side of his head. I held his head in place and slowly pushed my cock in and out. It took a minute before Danny could relax and I finally felt his jaw slacken and the pressure around my cock increased. Soon, he caught onto the finer points of sucking cock. He would suck as I reached bottom and start to withdraw and then his tongue would play with the head as his lips trapped me in his mouth.

Meanwhile, James had not been idle. He too was playing with his hard again cock. He stroked in tempo with my cock sliding in and out of Danny's mouth as though he was imagining the sensation. I watched him play with his small member and I felt myself getting ready to cum. I looked down at Danny and said, "Get ready." He hesitated for a moment and then resumed his sucking. I could feel the churning in my balls as they pumped my seed out. My cock expanded even more as my cum rushed up its length. Finally, I felt the ecstasy of my cum spurting from my body. Danny never stopped his motions. He looked up at me, his eyes bulging, and continued bobbing up and down. It was as though he was waiting for me to tell him he could stop. I let the peak of my orgasm pass and then patted him on the head and pulled my cock out. James quickly bent down and savored the last few drops of my cum.

Danny watched James and then looked up at me. His tongue played about his open mouth as though it was searching for something. James straightened out and looking at his friend he grinned and thrust his cock into Danny's mouth. Danny pulled his mouth away and looked from James to me and then back again. He looked down at James' cock and then giving a little 'what the hell' shrug took it into his mouth. I watched as he practiced the art he had just learned. He seemed to have learned well. James moaned and grasping Danny's head he started thrusting hard into his mouth. I thought sure that Danny would stop him, but he just went along without stopping. James finally grunted a few times and then pulled his shrinking cock out of his friend's mouth.

We all stood there – mute. Two nine-year olds with their pants around their ankles and me with my flaccid, wet cock sticking out of my pants. I cleared my throat and slowly pushed my cock back into my pants. This brought the two boys out of their daze and they both reached down and pulled their pants up.

I watched as they both walked away. They kept looking back over their shoulders at me and smiling. Just as they were stepping through the doorway James said, "See ya!" And Danny waved goodbye.

I slumped against my workbench. I was amazed at what had just happened. I was even more amazed at the fact that my cock was rolling around in my pants trying to come to full arousal. I adjusted myself and said, "You've had enough for one day." And then realized that I wanted there to be more days like this.

I hummed to myself as I once again turned to my rocking chair.

The End