Date: Sat, 5 Jan 2013 17:22:15 -0800 (PST) From: John Subject: The Boy in Bib Overalls Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains graphic sex between a teenage boy and an adult man. However, the author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and little children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what you're supposed to do. Delete this file and find something else to wank off to. If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and find something else to read. If you're looking for a story that has someone having sex in every other sentence, this one is not it ... well actually, this one pretty much is, I guess. LOL Copyright AmateurishWriter 2013 - The author retains the copyright for this story. Reproducing and/or placing this story on a commercial web site or in print without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. 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The Boy in Bib Overalls Introduction It's a turn on for me, seeing a boy in snug fitting faded dungarees. It's a major turn on if the dungarees are bib overalls. Chapter One - A Chance meeting It was a crisp early September Sunday morning here in northern Vermont. The sun was warm on my face and I enjoyed the clear blue sky, soft cool breeze, and the beginnings of fall colors in the trees along the country roads as I walked the mile or so down to the supermarket in the shopping center. I only needed a few things so I had decided to enjoy the walk instead of driving, which is what I usually did. As I approached the supermarket a blue streak sped past me. It was a young boy furiously pedaling his bicycle. He skidded to a halt at the bike rack, just to the left of the supermarket's front door, dismounted and slid the front wheel of the bike into the rack. When he dismounted I had noticed that he was wearing faded dungarees and, when he turned around my heart skipped a beat. The dungarees were bib overalls! As he bent over to lock his bike, I couldn't help but notice that he had a very cute backside. His dungarees were pulled tight, nicely showing it off. Just as I caught up, heading for the supermarket door, he stood and turned. That's when I noticed. His overalls were nearly out grown and his boy-ness made a nice looking bulge in the front. As my gaze lingered and then moved up, I noticed that he was wearing a blue and red long sleeved Boston Red Sox T-shirt. Like his overalls, it was close fitting as though he was going through a growth spurt. The shirt was neatly tucked inside his overalls giving me the impression that he was concerned with looking neat. Another trait about boys that I found very attractive. Finally my gaze reached his face and I saw bright blue smiling eyes looking up at me. He held the door and allowed me to go first. "Thank you," I said. After I'd gone inside a few paces I stopped to pick-up a hand shopping basket and the lad passed me. He was heading for the bakery section. I couldn't help myself and trailed along behind him watching his cute behind. He was about four foot ten and looked to weigh maybe ninety or hundred pounds at the most. I'd have guessed that he was maybe 10 or 11 but, remembering his boyhood package, wondered if he was older and just small for his age. I remember watching the Little League World Series this year and one of the cutest boys there was this boy's size but 13 years old. Boys sure did come in a variety of wonderfully delicious shapes and sizes. From the quick glimpse of his face I remembered that he had a nice country boy look with thin red lips, a dimple on only one cheek, an average nose, and he was as blond as could be. His hair was short to medium length and the color of hay and he had blond eyebrows as well. No, he wasn't super cute or anything, he was just nice looking, sweet. But his beautiful blue smiling eyes kept coming to mind, that and his slightly out grown, snug fitting overalls. Just then I realized that I must have been staring. "Something wrong mister?" the boy asked. He was holding a small box of fresh cinnamon donut holes. "Huh? Oh, no, I was just admiring those donut holes. Do you know if they have more?" He smiled up at me and pointed to the display table. "Yeah, they got tons. I love 'em. I get 'em every Sunday morning." I walked over to the display and picked up a box. They did indeed look delicious, now that I was actually looking at them and not at the boy in overalls. When I turned around to thank him he was gone. Disappointed that I had lost track of the lad, I went about my shopping as I listened, in my mind, to the sound of his sweetly soprano voice and replayed the vision of him in his faded snug fitting T-shirt and bib overalls. I went through the check out and hefted my two bags, one hanging from each hand. I had gotten a quart of milk to go with the donut holes, along with the items I had intended to buy in the first place. It wasn't too much to carry the mile or so back home but I supposed it might look as though it was. As I passed through the exit door, about fifty feet down from the front entrance, I noticed the boy sitting on his bike munching on a donut hole and swigging down a mouthful of chocolate milk. He didn't seem to see me as I crossed into the parking lot and headed home. I smiled to myself at the memory of my boyhood and doing something similar. I could almost taste the chocolate milk and donut holes. As I turned onto the country road that wound down to my neighborhood, I heard the squeak of bicycle brakes. Then the boy pulled up beside me and dismounted. "You wanna put those bags in my baskets?" He offered as he pointed to the two baskets on either side of the bike's back tire. I smiled. "Oh, that's okay thanks. I don't live far and they're not heavy." "I don't mind," he said. "I live a little over a mile down here so it's no trouble." I kept the bags but enjoyed the chance to hear the boy's voice and occasionally look over at him as we walked along, him pushing his bike. "I live three houses down to the left on Maple." I offered. "It's a nice quiet neighborhood." "We live on Old Meadow Road. You know the big corn fields out that way? That's my dad's farm." The lad explained with obvious pride. "Really? Does your dad have a farm stand where I could buy some fresh corn?" "No, he sells it to the supermarkets in the area. That market back there has our corn in the produce section." "I love fresh corn on the cob. I'll have to buy some next time I shop. My name's John, by the way." "I'm Sandy." He grinned and stuck out his hand. I grabbed the bag in my right hand with my left, along with the other bag, and took his hand. It was small, warm and soft but he had a strong grip. "Please to meet you Sandy," I grinned back at him. I didn't want to let go of his hand and maybe lingered a moment too long but then I released him and took back the bag from my left hand. "You sure I can't help you with your bags?" He asked. "No, no that's okay Sandy. It's not far now. But thanks for offering and it's nice to have met you." "Me too," he smiled up at me. "I like you. You seem nice." I nodded. "You do too Sandy. I'm glad you caught up to me." "Okay. Well, I guess I better get goin' then. See ya'." And with that he hopped on his bike and pedaled off down the road. I admired his bottom again as he pumped at the pedals. He looked back over his shoulder, saw me watching, grinned and threw me a wave. I waved back but he had already turned to watch the road ahead. Chapter Two - A Child of the Corn The rest of the walk home was beautiful. The air was fresh and clean and the sun on my back felt pleasantly warm. My mind mulled over the chance meeting of a very attractive youngster. His look in those faded bib overalls, especially they being just a little snug on him, added to the warmth of the sunshine. His nice blond country boy look and sweet soprano voice completed the picture and gave me something to fantasize about. I knew it would be just that, a fantasy. I'm a retired small business owner. At 55 years of age I'd had enough and sold out. Then I'd moved here where I could enjoy the peace and serenity of the country and write my short stories. I'm no prized physical specimen. Oh, I've been told that, with my square Scandinavian face, blue-gray eyes and graying hair, I'm good looking but, at five foot eleven and 220 pounds, I've a bit of a belly and am certainly out of shape. Oh, I've been hit on by a few ladies over the years but that's not where my interests lie. I'm a boy lover but it's a good eighteen years since I've enjoyed the intimate company of a boy. As I thought back to that time all those years ago with Tommy, my paperboy, I smiled. His family had moved away which ended our relationship. But, a number of years later he had been visiting the old neighborhood and stopped by to say hi. He had just finished high school and was headed for college. When I opened the door, there he was and he was wearing bib overalls. I about died with lust inside but I didn't want to act on it. It was over. We had a nice visit and than he went on his way. To this day I have wondered if I had invited him upstairs would he have accepted. I still wonder what it would have been like to slowly unbutton his overalls and well, I still fantasize about it a lot. That's when I reached my small home, went in the back door and put away my purchases. Then I grabbed my book and went to sit out on the back porch. It was so beautiful and the view out across the fields, and to the mountains beyond, was spectacular. It was the main reason that I had picked this place to retire to. The neighbors were a good two hundred yards away on either side and with woods in between. So, it was quiet, peaceful and private. The house was a two bed room two bathroom ranch with a finished basement and a detached two car garage in back. It was more than enough for me. I sat back and admired the view. It was still early September so there were no snow caps on the mountains yet but it wouldn't be long. I spied a large bird circling in the distance and picked up the binoculars that I keep handy by my chair for this purpose. It was an eagle and a big one too. I watched as it circled looking for its lunch. They were majestic animals but, beautiful or not, they were still vicious raptors, birds of prey. In a moment it dove out of sight, presumably after a rabbit, squirrel or vole. I didn't see it come up again so I picked up my book and started to read. After a while I thought I heard a tapping. I didn't think it could be someone at the front door as the doorbell button was obvious and I knew that it worked. I heard it again but it was too soft to be the door knocker. But then again, I hadn't heard a car come in the drive so I dismissed it thinking it might be a neighbor working outside. Besides, I was too comfortable to get up and investigate. As I returned to my book I heard a different but familiar sound. It was the squeak of bicycle brakes that I'd heard earlier on my walk home from the store. As I looked up, young Sandy pulled into view on the driveway in front of the garage. He dismounted, hefted a plastic shopping bag out of one of his bike baskets and let his bike fall on its side in the grass by the driveway. For a moment I wondered how he knew where I lived but then I remembered that I'd told him. He made his way along the path towards the porch and waved. "Oh there you are." I waved back. "Yup, here I am." "When no one answered the door I figured no one was home and I'd check back here and just leave these for you." He explained as he climbed the three steps up onto the porch. "Why didn't you try the bell?" "Huh? Oh, I don't know." He was dressed just as he had been before and I couldn't help but enjoy looking. "What ya' got there Sandy?" I asked, not taking my eyes of his snugly fitting overalls. "Corn!" He beamed. "Oh wow! For me?" I lamely asked. "How sweet of you." I thought I detected a slight blush come to his smooth young face. "Yeah, well, you talked about how you liked it and would buy some next time you shopped. So, I thought, why wait. 'Sides, we got tons of it." He giggled a little shyly. I stood. "That was very thoughtful of you Sandy." I took the bag from him and looked inside. There were four large ears of corn with dew still on the tassels. "These look freshly picked." "Yup, I picked 'em for ya' myself," he proudly explained. "Well, let me put them inside." I opened the screen door and went into living room and on into the kitchen. The boy tagged along behind me. As I put the bag down on the kitchen table I spotted the donut holes. "Want some of my donut holes Sandy? I was going to get up and get them in a few minutes." "Thanks but I'm still stuffed from the ones I had earlier. I ate the whole box." "I'd do the same thing as a boy," I laughed. "I don't have any chocolate milk for you to have with them anyway." He gave me a quizzical look. "How'd you know I liked chocolate milk?" "Well, what boy doesn't," I laughed. "But, I saw you drinking it out front of the store as you scarfed down the donut holes." He gave me a smile and then looked like he was about to say something and then stopped himself. "What?" I asked. This time he clearly blushed. "You, ah, you ..." I gave him a gentle smile trying to ease his obvious nervousness. "What is it Sandy?" Still blushing he stammered, "Do you ... I mean ..." The he almost whispered, "well, you fancy me, don't you?" "Ahhhh," I quietly exclaimed. I couldn't lie to him and claim innocence. "Yes Sandy, I suppose I do. You are a good looking and very attractive young lad. I'd be lying if I said otherwise. However, I could never do anything to harm you, especially as you have been so nice to me." "Oh," he sighed, with what sounded like a touch of disappointment, and look down shyly. "Where ever did you hear the word fancy used that way?" I asked. "Have you seen the movie 'Billy Elliot'? "Yeah, sure. It's a great film. I've even seen the musical in London." "Wow! Really? You went to London, England?" "Yup. I have friends there." "Oh boy. That must have been so cool." "Yes, very cool." I agreed. "So, in the movie, do you remember when Billy asks his dance teacher if she fancies him?" I laughed. "Oh yeah, I cracked up the first time I heard that." He grinned. "I like the word, it's kind of cool. And I kind of fancied Billy in the movie." "Yeah," I agreed, noticing what he said but deciding not to react to it. "I fancied the boys in the musical who played Billy." "Boys? There were more than one?" He asked. "Yes. There are three boys at a time who play Billy on a rotating basis. They are only allowed to work so many hours a week." "Oh. So how did you see the others?"

"Well, I enjoyed it so much that I saw it three times while I was there and got to see each of the three boys perform. They did a wonderful job but each played the part a little differently. It was pretty cool." "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure." Are you gay? I am but my father would kill me if he found out." "Wow, you're very brave and very direct too. That's something very personal to share with someone you've only just met." Avoiding answering his question, I pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down, opening the box of donut holes. "Pull out a chair, sit down and have a donut hole. Sounds like you need someone to talk with about this." He pulled out a chair and sat but he didn't take a donut hole. I did though and chewed while I waited for him to talk, when he was ready. Still looking down he started to speak very softly. "I've thought I was gay for a long time, but now I'm sure." "You're pretty young yet to be sure." I lamely offered. He looked up. "I'm 13 but most every one who sees me for the first time thinks I'm much younger, like maybe 10 or 11." "Well, to be honest ..." "Yeah, I figured." He gave me a weak smile. "I'm small for my age." I smiled back. "So what makes you think you're gay?" He sighed and blushed again. "The magazines got me thinking." "What magazines?" "A couple years ago my father got very angry at one of the farm hands and fired him. He doesn't know but I found out why. The guy was doin' ... ah, makin' one of the younger farm hands do sex stuff with him and my dad caught on. He made him leave right then. Watched him pack and everything, makin' sure he didn't break nothin' or steal nothin'. A few days later the younger farm hand left too. My dad was pissed somethin' awful." I nodded. "And you were curious and eventually looked around where they were bunking and found some magazines." "Yeah, they were hid pretty good but I stumbled on 'em. When I saw them they made me ... er, well, you know." He blushed again. "Yes, I know." I grinned. "Were they gay magazines?" "Yeah. There were four of 'em. Three had naked men on the covers." "What about the fourth one?" I asked. "At first I thought it was the weirdest one." "Why did you think that?" "It didn't have just men on the cover. On the cover, it had a naked man and a naked boy my age ... well, my age now. I was 11 back then. Anyhow, they were kissing and the man was holding the boy's boner" "And you thought that was weird. I guess I can't blame you for that." He looked up. "But, you admitted that you fancy me and the boys in "Billy Elliot" and you still think that magazine would be weird?" I chuckled. "No, I'd not think it's weird but wouldn't be at all surprised that a youngster of 11 would think so." "Oh. I see what you mean," he said. "So, because the magazines got you excited you decided that you were gay?" "They got me to thinkin' so." He looked up at me shyly and blushed some more. "I hid them again and was going to sneak out to the barn, when my dad was out in the fields, so I could look at the magazine and ... well, you know." I winked and grinned. "You mean you were going to jerk off to the magazines. Heck, I would have too." He grinned back at me a little less shyly. "You mean you still ... ah, I mean ..." I laughed out loud. "I'm sorry to laugh and I'm not laughing at you Sandy but that's so cute of you. Of course I do. It's not something that just boys do. If you have no one to do it with, you do it by yourself and always will. It's perfectly normal." "I guess that makes sense. I hear other boys talking about girls and doin' it when they get the chance." "So," I asked. "Did you get to jerk off to the magazines a lot?" "No," he replied with a frown. "My dad, or someone, must have found them because when I went back they were gone. I never got to see more than the covers." Chapter Three - Just this once "Sandy, a minute ago you said that now you are sure you are gay. What made you decide that?" Again the boy got shy. "If I tell you, you'll think I'm weird." "No, I wont. I promise." "You sure?" "I'm sure kiddo. Honest." "Okay. Well, when I noticed you watchin' me, you know, when you were walking up to the store and in the bakery section ... well, I could see you lookin' at me down there and I got kind of excited, you know, down there." "You mean, you got a boner?" He blushed again now, deeply. "Er, ah, well, maybe a little. But mostly I felt excited. I don't know how to explain it, how to say it with words. I got all trembly and could hardly breathe and I felt all tingly down there." "That sounds like a pretty good explanation to me Sandy. And, a boner in the supermarket sure would have been embarrassing, especially in those overalls." I sympathized. He giggled. "Yeah. And, I felt the same when I caught up to you on my bike. I think it's 'cause I liked the magazine with the boy on the cover best. I think about that cover and hardly think of the others when I ... ah, er, jerk off." "I'm sure the man with the boy on that magazine cover was much younger than me and better looking. But I'm flattered that you got excited by my looking at you the way I did." He looked down again. "Yeah, you looking at me that way got me excited but I got excited looking at you too. I really like knowing that you like to look at me. Now I got a full boner just sittin' here talkin' with you." With that the boy stood and came around the table to face me. "See!" I looked down at the crotch of his snugly fitting overalls and sure enough, he had a nice stiffy bulge pointing up and angling to the left. My own semi-hard cock throbbed to full hardness in my pants and my breath caught in my throat. I hadn't seen anything so sexy and desirable since Tommy, my paperboy, all those years ago. I almost reached out to caress him down there but caught myself. "Indeed you do Sandy, indeed you do." I mumbled in a voice thick with a lust that I hadn't felt in years. Then I motioned to his chair. "Please sit down again Sandy." He looked surprised. "Don't you want to touch it? You can if you want. I know I'd like it a lot if you touched it." I motioned again to the chair. "Please sit down again Sandy. Yes, I'd love to touch it and more, but I can't. It would be wrong. I could go to jail." He looked confused. "What is wrong about it if I want you to?" I sighed. "It's the law. You are under 16 so it's illegal even if you want me to touch you." Now he looked shocked and a bit angry. "That's dumb!" he exclaimed. Then he turned and sat down again. I was relieved. "I agree Sandy, it is dumb. I believe that some young people are mature enough to know their own minds, to know what they want and what they need. However, since the law can't be sure who is and who isn't mature enough, it had to pick an age that they decided was old enough to be sure, or pretty sure. Besides, there are unscrupulous adults out there who would take advantage of a young kid." He was almost in tears now, both from anger and frustration. "But, I was hoping you could show me stuff. You know, teach me stuff." I sighed. "I'd like nothing more and would be honored but there's no way around it. I just can't take the risk. If I gave in and somebody found out, even if you said it was your idea, even if you said you talked me into it, I'd go to jail." "I'd never tell." "I believe you sweetie but if ..." "You keep saying if." "I know," I sighed. He got up again and came around to face me. He still was boned up and, as I looked at him down there, it throbbed. He pleaded, "please John, just touch it. Just once. I need you to so bad." My hand moved up from my lap where I'd been touching my own hardon as we talked. Then I hesitated. I looked up into his eyes as he pleaded again. "Please John, just this once." "Just this once." I echoed as my hand found its way to his boyhood and caressed it slowly. "Oh God," the boy trembled and moaned. My hand gently caressed up and down the length of his swollen penis. It throbbed when I pressed a little on the head. I moved my hand down and could feel the bulge of his balls with the heal of my hand. The boy moaned softly. My hand slid up and down his hardness keeping a gentle pressure on him. Each time my fingers caressed the head of his penis it would throb. This was accompanied by a kind of soft crying from deep in the boy's throat. Finally, after the sixth or seventh caress, he pushed against my hand, began a gentle grunting and his boner started repeatedly throbbing as a wet spot formed at its head. I looked up at his face and his head was tilted back in his ecstasy. Then I looked down in my own lap and saw that I had my own wet spot. I hadn't cum but sure had put out a serious amount of pre-cum. I stopped moving my hand but kept it pressed gently against his now quiet but still rock hard boner. "Oh man!" He moaned. "That was amazing." "Yes, it was," I agreed as I looked up at him again. He was looking down at my hand still touching him. Then his eyes shifted to my lap. "Oh wow! Did you cum too?" I smiled up at him. "No, that's just leakage, pre-cum. I was close though." "You want me to make you cum like you made me?" He asked enthusiastically. I shook my head. "Maybe another time." "You mean there might be another time?" I laughed. "I suppose so, now that the bull is out of the barn ... so to speak. He chuckled and then thought, "When?" "Well, we'll see." I answered vaguely. "But, you can't go home like that. Here, come into the bathroom so you can clean up." I led him through to my bedroom and into the bathroom. I turned on the water to get it warm and got a clean wash cloth out of the cupboard. I handed it to him and started to leave. "Wait," he called after me. "Could you do it please?" I hesitated but saw the look on his face and gave in. I came back, took the wash cloth from the boy, wet it with warm water and wrung it out. Then, closing the lid on the toilet, I sat down. He came and just stood in front of me with his hands at his sides. I put the wet wash cloth down on the edge of the tub to my left and reached up to the buttons holding up the bib of his overalls. Now, ever since that day that Tommy, my former paperboy, came back wearing his overalls, I have had a fantasy of taking overalls off a boy. I found myself rock hard again as my slightly trembling hand worked on the first button holding one of the shoulder straps that held up his overalls. I fumbled a bit as he watched but finally managed. The corner of the bib folded down forming a triangle which I found quite exciting. Then I more expertly managed the second button and the bib fell fully forward but the overalls didn't slide down. I looked up and Sandy giggled a little. "I guess I've just about out grown these. I've been having a hard time getting them on lately." I chuckled. "Keep wearing these as long as you can but, when you out grow them, I hope you have another pair 'cause I think they're very sexy on you." "Really?" "Oh yeah, absolutely. Seeing you in these turned me on right away." "Gosh, you think I'm sexy in these?" "Yup," I said as I ran my left hand around behind him, over his firm round bottom and up to the back of his overalls to gently pull the back down. And I bet you're sexy out of them too." He giggle and then trembled a bit and his still hard cock, which was right in front of me, twitched once. Slowly, with his help, we worked his overalls down until they slipped below his knees and down to his ankles. His shirt tail naturally had a wet spot too but there was nothing we could easily do about that. The main thing was to wipe the rest of his boy cum from him so, hopefully, the wet spot on his pants wouldn't get any worse. He lifted up his shirt and I gazed at his soaked and tented out white briefs. I looked up at him again. "You really should do this Sandy." "No, I gotta hold my shirt up," he said, making a flimsy excuse. We both knew it was lame and I had to admit that I, and my hardon, was enjoying this very much. So, I reached my fingers into the waste of his shorts pulling the waist band out, so it wouldn't hang up on his boner, and slid them down to his ankles on top of his overalls. His cock and balls were beautiful. He was circumcised, about 4 and a half inches and about as thick as my thumb. There was a small patch of hay colored hair just on either side of the base of his cock. They were matted down with cum which also covered his cock and a large area of his belly. His balls were big for his size and totally hairless. I grinned up at him. "When you cum you cum a lot don't you?" He grinned proudly back. "Yeah, I guess." I picked up the wash cloth and gently washed him clean enjoying the opportunity to gently handle his boner, moving it first one way and then the other. All the time it throbbing and twitching as his breath quickened. When I was finished I tossed the wash cloth into the sink. As I leaned down to pull up his shorts his boner brushed me just above the eye and we both reacted. He moaned and I pulled away. Then I looked up at him and his cock was right there in front of my mouth. I hesitated a second and then leaned in and kissed the tip of it. "Oh God," he groaned. "Yeah, oh God," I thought as I leaned in again and gave his boner a lick, taking a nice drop of pre-cum off the tip. Naturally it tasted like boy cum. A delicious taste that I remember from Tommy all those years ago. I looked back up at the boy and I could see the lust in his beautiful 13 year old eyes. Our eyes met. I raised my eyebrows in a question. He understood and nodded. I lend down and licked the head of his penis again, reached up and gently brought it down so I could get my mouth over it and slid it into the back of my throat. As my lips closed on him and my tongued wrapped around him, the boy thrust into my mouth. My hands moved around behind him and I held his butt, one cheek in each hand. They were so smooth and soft and round. I kneaded them gently and I began to suck on his penis moving my lips up and down its length and wrapping my tongue all around and over it. It was only a few moments before I heard that soft cry of passion build in his throat and then his boy cock swelled in my mouth and began to throb. His first shot of cum hit the back of my throat as he grunted in release. The next spurts landed on my tongue and I swooned in the passion of the moment and the taste of his boy cum. All too quickly the throbbing and flow of cum stopped and the boy sighed. I savored his flavor and reluctantly swallowed. He had given me a healthy amount for any man and yet it was his second cum in just a few minutes. No wonder I loved horny sexy boys so much. The boy was swaying and his knees were about to buckle. I turned him sideways and let him settle onto my lap. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he regained some control. After a moment he wrapped his arms around me, buried his face in my neck and cried softly. I stroked his head and back. "Hey, hey, what's this?" It took a minute or so but he stopped crying and with a hitch in his voice he mumble. "Tha ... thank you. That was so awe ... some. I will never tah ... tell a soul about this, honest." I smiled and continued to stroke his head and back. "That's okay sweetie. I enjoyed it too." He leaned back and smiled shyly. "I like it when you call me sweetie." I smiled too. "Well, you are a sweetie." Then he looked concerned. "Can I ask you ... ah, did you cum this time?" I chuckled. "No, I was having too much fun making you cum." "Oh." He looked disappointed. "Well next time I want to make you cum. I think it would be hot to watch. When can I come over again?" Chapter Four - Always on Sunday "Let's see," I said as I thought about his question. "I'm retired and don't go out too often except to play golf, go to lunch some place or to shop for groceries. So, why don't you tell me when's good for you?" The boy looked thoughtful. "Gosh, I have to help my dad on the farm after school every day and most of Saturday." Then his eyes brightened with an idea, "Hey, I could play hooky from school and come over!" I shook my head. "No Sandy, getting an education is too important. I can't let you do that. Besides, the school probably checks when kids stay out." He slumped down with disappointment. "Yeah, they do check." "When do you hang out with friends?" I asked. "Oh, well mostly on Sundays. My dad doesn't believe we should work on Sundays so we only do the chores that wont wait. After that is when I see friends but I don't have many so I often have almost the whole day to do what I want." An idea began to form in my mind. "Is that why you get your donut holes on Sundays?" "Yeah, it's like a special thing I do." "What do you usually plan for the rest of each Sunday if you're not hanging out with friends?" "Sometimes I ride my bike around, you know, kind of exploring. In the summer I might go to the lake to swim or to the town pool, but that's usually with friends." I had an idea. "Okay, so how about next Sunday you go to get your usual donut holes and chocolate milk and bring them back here? Then we can spend some time together and later you can take off and do your thing, riding, hanging out with friends or whatever. That sound like a plan?" As we'd been chatting, the boy was still sitting on my lap with his overalls and shorts down around his ankles. My arm was around his shoulders and I held him close. He would occasionally gently swing his feet and, as he did so, his naked bum would move against my still hard cock. He sighed and looked down, "that's a whole week. I wish I could come over tomorrow or the next day but I guess your plan would work." Then his eyes brightened and he turned to look at me. "Hey, I don't have to be home until supper time! I could stay with you all day today and make you cum!" I hesitated. "Are you sure? You have no other plans?" He wiggled excitedly on my lap. "Oh yeah! I mean, yeah, I'm sure and I have no other plans. Besides, I still have a stiffy and I can feel that you do too. Can I see it? Please?" "Okay," I smiled as I caved. With that he slid off my lap and reached for my belt. I laughed as I put my hand on his and stopped him. "Boy, you are an eager beaver aren't you? Don't you think sitting on the toilet isn't a very comfortable place for this?" He looked and then giggled. "Yeah, I guess. But where?" I glanced out the door into my bedroom. "How about on the bed?" He looked out at the bed too. "Oh cool! Yeah, let's go get on the bed. Can we get all naked?" I stood up and we walked into my bedroom. Well, Sandy actually took an eager step and almost fell, tripping on his overalls and shorts still around his ankles. I caught him and he laughed. "I forgot about my pants." I chuckled and leaned down, picked him up and carried him to the bed where I sat him down on the edge and kneeled down to take off his shoes and socks. Then I slid off his overalls and shorts, stood up and lay them across a chair in the corner. I noticed that the wet cum spot had already dried a lot. Sandy stood and came over to me, reaching for my belt again. I didn't move as he first pushed me back to sit in the chair. Then he knelt down, just as I had, and removed my shoes and socks. He made a face, "Phew, stinky socks!" this was followed by a silly little boy giggle. I pretended to be indignant, "my socks DO NOT stink!" Then I laughed. "You little wise ass," I teased and winked. I could tell that I was falling for this boy. I knew the feeling well. Still giggling, he stood back up and motioned for me to get up too. When I did he carefully undid my belt, the button on my pants and the zipper. They fell to the floor and he gaped. "You aren't wearing any undies!" he exclaimed. I smiled, "it's called 'going commando' or 'free balling.' I hate underwear." "Oh," he said and then looked disappointed. "And you don't have a boner anymore." "No, I'm not 13 anymore either." I chuckled. "Huh?" I stepped out of the puddle of my pants on the floor and took his hand, leading the boy to my bed. "When you get to my age one tends to lose their hardon when distracted." I took the opportunity to tweak his with my finger. "Where as, boys can keep theirs through a thunder storm." He shivered at my touch of his boner. "Yeah, sometimes the only way I can get mine to go down is to cum." I laughed, "well, any time you need help with your hardon you know where I live." He made a face, "I like the word 'boner' better." I nodded, "I do too. It somehow sounds more naughty." He grinned. "Yeah, that's what I like. Let's be naughty." "Okay, I'm up for that." Then he burst out laughing. "What?" I asked, a bit surprised. He pointed at my penis. "You're not up ... yet." Then he giggled again. I grabbed him and began tickling him. He reacted by pushing me back on the bed, ending up on top of me. As I tickled his ribs he squirmed and then rose up on his knees and sat on me. As he did his soft round bottom wound up sitting on the length of my awakening cock. I stopped tickling and his eyes lit up. "Mmmm, that feels nice." I murmured. "Yeah," he said. "It feels very sexy and I can feel that you're getting a boner. He slid forward and back gently. I groaned. He looked concerned. "I didn't hurt it did I?" "No. It feels great. Let's take our shirts off." "Oh wow!" He exclaimed. "We'll be all naked together. That's very sexy." We each pulled our own shirts off over our heads and tossed them on the floor. Then I reached out my arms to the boy and he lay down on me. "Scooch down a little so our boners are side by side." "Mmmmm, that feels more sexy," he whispered. "Yeah, it sure does," I agreed as I slid my hands down his back and over the firm round mounds of his buns. I squeezed and kneaded them gently. "You like my bottom don't you?" "I sure do. I liked your buns first thing when I saw them in your nice tight overalls and I love feeling them now." "I love your feeling them and I'll wear those overalls every time I visit 'cause I like you lookin' at me that way." "Thanks sweetie. It sure turns me on." "Oh my," he moaned. "I think I like turning you on a whole lot." We lay there quietly for a few minutes with me feeling him all over, especially his bum, and him very gently humping me while he nuzzled his face on my chest. Then he broke the silence. "Can I tell you something about the magazine?" "Sure." "Well, the boy and the man sure did like each other. I could tell by the way they were kissing." "You kind of liked that?" I asked. "Well ..." Sandy obviously wanted to ask to do something but was nervous about it. "Just say it sweetie. It's okay." "Well, ah ...". He raised his head and looked me right in the eye. "Can I kiss you?" I gave him a reassuring smile. "I'd love you to kiss me Sandy." He got up on his knees, straddling my legs, and moved up a little so we were face to face. Then he looked down at me, "I ... I never kah ... kissed anybody except family, you know, like my mom and dad." I smiled. "That's okay sweetie. There's always a first time for everything." He settled down on top of me again and I could feel his boner against my belly. I reached down between us and moved my cock so it was sticking up between his legs. "Move your legs together between mine." When he did his got a grin on his face. "I'm squeezing your boner between my legs. It feels sexy." "Yeah, feels sexy to me too." I grinned back and pushed up a bit making my cock slip between his legs a little. Then he humped me back in return and sighed, "that's even sexier." He was looking me in the eyes as we moved together and I let my eyes move down to look at his lips. He must have guessed that I was wondering when he would kiss me because he quickly moved the few inches between our mouths and touched his lips to mine. Then he pulled back with a quick jerk like he felt a shock. "Wow!" he gasped. "Wow indeed," I chuckled. He had a surprised look on his face. "My stomach felt like I'd just gone over the top of the big hill on the roller coaster." I chuckled again. "I felt it too. Kind of neat huh?" He didn't answer but touched his lips to mine again. This time he didn't pull away but added a tiny bit more pressure and then groaned. I felt his boner throb against my belly. Then he slid his hands under my shoulders to hold me tighter. I'd had my hands on his sides and now wrapped my arms around him gently. I let my right hand slip down over his butt and held him there. He was humping me more now, not a lot but definitely with more desire. I didn't try to insert my tongue between his lips. That would come in time. Right now he was taking in a new experience. I could hear the beginnings of the little cry he makes as he's nearing his climax and chuckled in my mind as it was muffled by our kiss. Just before I thought it would be too late, I place both hands on his hips and stopped his humping. He groaned and broke our kiss. "Why'd you stop me?" he gasped. "I was gunna cum." "I know you were sweetie but I wanted you to wait. I was close too and it's more fun to make it last. Besides, you said you wanted to watch me cum, remember?" "Oh yeah, I do but, well, kissing is so hot." I laughed. "Yeah, it is. Especially with someone as sexy as you." Then I gave him a quick peck on the lips. He returned my kiss with renewed urgency and this time I pushed my tongue through my lips and licked his. His head popped up breaking the kiss. "Was that your tongue? Gross!" "Gross? Are you sure?" I asked with a teasing grin.

His gaze moved off to the side and I could almost see the wheels turning in his mind. After another moment he kissed me again and this time poked his tongue out and licked my lips. After a lick or two I opened my mouth just enough to touch my tongue to his. This time he didn't pull away but touched my tongue back and held me tighter. I could feel and hear his breathing quicken as our tongues were dueling and we were in full French kiss mode. His breathing was becoming ragged, then he began his precum squeaky cry and, well, I didn't have the heart to stop him again. He humped his boner against my belly and, at the same time, he instinctively kept a firm squeeze on my cock between his thighs. I moved my hands up and down his back paying particular attention to the nice round firm softness of his buns. In another half minute or so he grunted and I felt his throbbing boner and a spreading warm wetness on my belly. This pushed me over the edge and I gasped as a series of spasms surged through me and I flooded his bottom and thighs with my own load of cum. The best load I'd shot in years. As I calmed down I couldn't help but run my hands down in my cum and spread it up over his bum and run a slippery finger down between his cheeks. My middle finger touched his boy hole and he shivered and held me a little tighter, if that was possible. We clung to each other even after we'd come down off our orgasmic highs. Sandy had broken our kiss and buried his face in my neck as he recovered from what I expected was the best cum of his young life. Finally he whispered in my ear, "that was amazing." Then he gave what could only be described as a contented sigh. I still had my hands on his bottom and my middle finger continued to touch his hole. I chuckled, "can I assume that you've decided you like French kissing?" With his face still nuzzled into my neck, and his lips next to my ear, he mumbled, "is that what French kissing is?" "Yup, tongue kissing." "Whatever it's called, it's way hot." I wiggled my finger a little at his hole. "Mmmmmm," he moaned. "That's gross but it feels kind of sexy too." I laughed. "Well, it was you that made me cum all over your cute butt." He raised up his head and twisted around to look back. "I meant your finger poking my butt hole." "Butt holes don't have to be gross, they can be very sexy. Next time maybe I'll show you how good your butt hole can feel." He looked back at me. "Next time? When?" "From what we talked about earlier, it sounds like next Sunday would be the logical next time." He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." Then his eyes brightened and he exclaimed "Let's do it, always on Sundays!" I rose up and kissed his nose. "Sounds good to me." He giggled and gave me a quick kiss back. "Kissing's fun." I giggled back and teased, "yeah, it is but being glued together with cum isn't so fun. Let's take a quick shower." "Oh cool, shower together?" He grinned at me. "Yup. Save water too." We struggled to get up without making too much of a mess on the bed and headed into the bathroom. I asked Sandy to get the shower going while I grabbed a couple of fresh towels. Once the water was hot we climbed in and washed each other. Sandy, being a constantly randy 13 year old, sported a boner the whole time. He giggled as I washed his bone and let it slap back up against his belly. "I get hard all the time." "At your age I did too but at my age most men need to sort of warm up I guess." He tentatively reached for my cock but looked up at me to see if it was okay. I nodded and he gently began to stroke me. It took a few moments but then I began to respond. "See," I said. "It just needs a little coaxing." He let go and reached up to give me a quick kiss. "I like that I can make you hard and make you cum." I smiled down at him. "I like that too sweetie." "Oh," he added. "And I like you calling me sweetie but I can't believe that you think my butt is cute." "Oh Sandy," I sighed. "Your butt is very cute, so are your cock and balls. In fact, all of you is cute and you know what I can't believe? "What?" "That we only met this morning and how wonderfully lucky I am that we did and that you rode your bike to catch up with me." The boy wrapped his arms around me and buried his face against me as the hot water washed over us. "I'm so happy I did." I ran my hands over his back. "I'm happy you did too. C'mon, let's get dried off before we turn into prunes." After we were all dried off we returned to my bedroom and watched each other as we got dressed. Then we walked back into the living room and out the back to his bike. The whole time I had my arm around his shoulders and he had his around my waist. "I don't want to go," he moaned. "Go on sweetie. Have fun with your friends and I'll see you next Sunday." "Oh, okay," he sighed in resignation. "But, I'll be here bright and early." "Don't forget the donut holes." He smiled. "I wont and I'll even bring some for you too." "Sure, but just a couple. The ones I bought this morning will last almost the whole week." I could tell that neither one of us wanted him to go. "Can I kiss you goodbye?" has asked hopefully. I looked around, "Not out here. Someone might see. Come in the garage." I raised the door and we stepped inside. Then he reached up, pulled me down and kissed me. His tongue found mine and the kiss grew more urgent as we hugged. I got hard and had to adjust myself. He noticed and giggled. "I like turning you on." I looked down and saw he was boned up as well and pointed, "Me too." We walked back out onto the driveway and I watched as he picked up his bike and, as he mounted it, he had to adjust himself too. "Have a good week sweetie." He looked back at me and said softly, "I love you." Then he blushed bright red, turned, stood up on his pedals and sped out the driveway. Just as he turned at my mailbox and onto the road, he looked back and waved over his head with a bright smile. Chapter Five - More sweet corn and sweet boy My week was dragging by until I came home from playing golf late Wednesday afternoon and found a sack full of four more ears of fresh corn. I'd very much enjoyed the ears that Sandy had brought me Sunday and now he'd thoughtfully brought me more. There was a short note in the bag: Dear John Sunday was way cool. Thanks. I can't wait until next Sunday. I snuck away from chores to bring you some more corn. I hope you liked the corn last Sunday and everything else too. XXX, Sandy "How sweet," I thought to myself. The corn was sweet too. The next few days went by quicker, aided by the boy's thoughtfulness and cute note. When Sunday morning rolled around I drove out to the supermarket earlier than usual and did what little shopping I needed. I'd just put my bags in the car, and gotten in myself, when I saw Sandy skid to a halt on his bike by the bike rack. I grinned and I was sure he didn't see me as I drove back out of the parking lot. Once back home I stowed away my purchases and went out on the porch and down the steps to wait for the lad. Just to the left of the steps is a field stone wall about three and a half feet high that runs from the house out into the yard. I never could figure out why it was there but it looked as though it had been for more than a hundred years. For some reason, form time to time, I enjoyed half sitting half leaning against it, with my legs splayed out before me, enjoying the sunshine, gentle breeze, and the view. A few minutes later my view got even better as a young lad, with sandy hair and faded blue bib overalls, flew into my driveway on his bike, slammed on his brakes and skidded to a halt. Then he gracefully dismounted, grabbed a bag from his baskets and let his bike fall onto the grass. When he turned my way he saw me, smiled broadly and waved. "Hi John!" "Hi Sandy." I waved back as the boy jogged over to me. "Whatcha doin'?" "Oh, I'm just enjoying the morning sun and beautiful view." As he passed the steps up to the porch he put his bag on the top step. Then he came over and leaned on the stone wall next to me. "But the view is over there," he said as he pointed to our left. "From here all you see is the garage and driveway." "Ah yes, that is true," I grinned. "But looking that way I just saw a beautiful view too." "Huh? What view?" He looked at me like I was losing it. "Why you, of course." I smiled at him and ran my hand up and down his back. "You're weird sometimes." "I suppose," I giggled. "But I kind of like it." He said as he got up, moved between my legs, snuggled in as close as he could and hugged me. I rubbed his back with both hands as he rested the side of his face against mine and whispered in my ear, "I've been thinking about today all week." I was full on hard now and could tell that he was too as he pressed himself against me. "I can tell that you're happy to be here." "I can tell that you're happy too," he giggled in my ear. I stopped rubbing his back. "We better rescue your bag of goodies. I think I see some ants getting curious." He leaned back and looked over his shoulder. "I see 'em but don't want to move. I love hugging you and you rubbing my back." "We have plenty of time for that sweetie." I reached down and gently goosed his firm round little butt. "Hey!" He exclaimed with a grin. "C'mon inside and let's see what you have in the shopping bag." "Ooohhhh," he moaned in disappointment. I gently pushed him away. "If we stayed like that for much longer I'd have started to look for buttons and zippers and a nosy neighbor might see." "I suppose," he said with a mocking whine. Sandy grabbed his shopping bag and we headed inside. In the kitchen, we sat down at the table and he took a box of donut holes out of the bag along with two chocolate milks. "Here," he said as he passed me one of the milks. "Oh my. For me? I haven't had chocolate milk in years." I winked at him and he grinned back. "Thanks sweetie." We munched on donut holes and sipped our chocolate milks quietly for a few minutes. I watched and couldn't help a little laugh as the boy now had a chocolate milk mustache. "What?" "You sure you're only 13? You have a mustache." He licked his upper lip and shook his head. "Yup, you're weird. I finished a donut hole and my last swallow of milk and motioned to him. "C'mere." He got up and came around the table, as I turned sideways in my chair. He stood in front of me chewing and holding his milk. "What?" I patted my left knee and he smiled and sat down sideways so he could look at me. "You know Sandy, I'm really happy that you caught up with me on the road last Sunday." I had my arm around him and squeezed his shoulder affectionately. "You make me feel young." "I'm glad that you looked at me the way you did." He smiled shyly. "That's what made me follow you. Oh, and thanks for not saying no, I guess you make me feel more grown up." I put my right hand on his knee. He reached over and placed his empty milk box on the table and as he did, he leaned in and kissed me. At first it was just an affectionate peck on my lips but then he pressed his lips to mine a bit firmer and moaned softly. When I responded by moving my hand onto his thigh, I could feel a little tremble go through him and he pushed his tongue against my lips. He moved his arms to hug me and almost slipped off my knee. I moved my right arm under his knees and stood up, lifting the youngster up. As I started to carry him into the living room and to the sofa, he broke our kiss and breathed in my ear, "Can we go to your bedroom?" I made the change in direction and went down the hall into my room. There I gently sat down on the bed and he settled down in my lap and kissed me again. The boy had learned quickly the week before and now was becoming a enthusiastic kisser, especially with his tongue. After a minute or two he wriggled around so he was facing me straddling my lap. His arms were wrapped around my shoulders so tight it was hard for me to move my arms around him but I managed and slid a hand down to run it over his nice round bottom. He tried to rub our groins together but it was awkward and finally he just pushed me down on my back so he was lying on top. Then he ground or boners together. My hands were now free and I caressed his back and squeezed his buns. We were breathing pretty heavily now and I was beginning to worry that he'd cum in his pants. The same thought must have occurred to him because he stopped humping me and gasped in my ear. "Can we take our clothes off now? I want to be naked with you holding and kissing me. Please?" "Mmmmmm," I moaned. "Sounds good to me sweetie." He got up quickly and, before I could react, he had the shoulder straps of his overalls unbuttoned and was trying to wriggle out of their tight fit. I decided that he was rather sexy to watch so I just sat there. He looked up at me from his efforts. "You just gunna watch?" I grinned. "Yup. It's very sexy watchin' you undress for me." He giggled and sat down to take off his shoes and socks. "Then, when I'm all naked and layin' on your bed, I'll just watch you take your clothes off for me. How's that?" "Sounds like fun." I grinned at him. He dropped his shoes and socks and stood to resume his efforts to get his overalls down. As they slowly slid over his hips his young teen boner popped up proud. He looked up at me with another grin. "I'm goin' commando now too." Then he stepped out of his overalls, pulled his long sleeved T-shirt over his head and stood before me in all his sexy boy glory. I looked him over from head to toe and motioned for him to turn around. His backside was a delight. As he looked over his shoulder, and wiggled his bum at me, I moaned, "You look good enough to eat sweetie." "And clean enough too. I didn't have to do any chores this morning so I took a long hot shower and scrubbed everywhere." He said with what could only be described as a naughty leer. Then he flopped past me onto the bed, lay on his back with his legs spread open and his boner pointing up at his chin. He propped his head up with an extra pillow and giggled, "Now it's your turn John." I laughed. "My, aren't we full of piss and vinegar this morning," "Huh?" "It's a saying that means you are, well, I guess you could say, you're full of youthful energy. You're certainly not shy or hesitant today." "Oh, yeah," he blushed. "I guess I been thinkin' about today all week long. I'm just real excited." I chuckled and pointed at his boner. "Yes, I can see that." He looked down and wrapped his hand around his cock, starting a slow stroke. "Hurry up and get naked for me John." I pulled off my shoes and socks, my polo shirt and finally let my pants fall to the ground. As I stepped out of them I noticed he was stroking himself faster. "Hey sweetie, save some of that for me." As I lay down on my left side beside him, he rolled over to face me and pulled us together in a hug. His boner rubbed me beside my hardon and he lifted up his face so we could kiss. After a few minutes of rather enthusiastic, not to mention sloppy kisses, he pulled back and whispered, "I love feeling our boners rubbing together. Wouldn't it be real sexy to cum together like this?" "Mmmmmm," I groaned. "And messy." He giggled. "I think messy is sexy too." "Yeah, it is." I chuckled back, "but let's save that fun for later." I'd been feeling him all over paying particular attention to his bottom. Every time I ran my fingers down his crack he shivered so I slipped my middle finger deeper down between his cheeks. As I did he pushed against me harder and moaned softly. Then, as I touched his tight little boy hole, he shuddered and push back against my finger. "God, that feels so good when you touch me back there. Remember you promised you'd show me how my hole can make me feel real good?" "Yup, I sure did kiddo. Roll over on your back." I watched as he lay back and I got up on my knees, spread his legs and kneeled between them. Then I leaned down and began to lick around his boner and hairless balls. Slowly I licked down one side of his balls along the crease where his leg joins his body and tried to lick under his balls. His reaction was almost an automatic instinctual one as he spread his legs farther apart and raised his knees a little. Once I had a little access to the area just below his balls I licked downward a little, he raised his knees a bit more and groaned. "Oh John, that feels so hot." I put my right hand under his knee and whispered, "raise your legs sweetie." With a soft grunt of effort he slowly lifted up both legs and held them with his hands so that his knees were above his chest. When I moved my licking down towards the tight little rosebud of his boy hole, he spread his legs as far as he could and groaned, "Oh God John, that feels so awesome." Finally, as my tongue circled around his little hole wetting it and tasting him, he trembled and gasped, trying to catch his breath. Then I placed my lips over his hole and gently poked my tongue against it. I could feel it spasm as I pressed, relaxed and pressed again. I could feel him move and glanced up to see that his head was rolling from side to side as he moaned in pleasure. I kept it up for a few minutes but sensed that he might be getting close to cuming and I didn't want him to yet. So, I lifted my head up and moved up to kiss him. As I did he, in a rather automatic move, wrapped his legs around my waist and moaned, "why'd you stop? I was gunna cum." Just as he said that he tightened his heals against my butt and that pulled my hardon against him, right against his boy hole. His eyes popped open wide and he shuddered. "Oh wow!" he gasped. Knowing full well why he gasped, I asked, "Oh wow?" "Your boner poked me back there and it felt even sexier than you kissing me there." I moved a little so my hardon rubbed his hole some more. "I told you your hole won't be gross and could make you feel real good." "Boy, it sure does feel good." He wriggled under me so my dick rubbed at his hole more. "I think I could cum doing this too." I chuckled, "I know I could. It feels real sexy for me too." I rolled over to my left and lay on my side. "Let's try a different position. Snuggle your back up against me." He moved around and backed up against me. My legs nestled right behind his, I snuggled my chest up to his upper back, the top of his head was just at my chin, and, best of all, my cock lined up along the crack of his soft bum. I held him close with my arms around him and caressed his stomach with my right hand. He sighed contentedly. "Mmmmmm, this is nice and comfy. I wish I could spend the night and we could sleep like this. I love feeling your boner back there too." "Mmmmmm," I sighed back. "Your bottom feels so good against my boner. I wish we could spend the night like this too sweetie." He reached back and lifted his butt cheek so my cock, still nestled along his crack, settled in it a little deeper. Then he took my hand in his and guided it down to his boner. I slowly felt him down there, exploring his belly, cock, smooth hairless balls, the top of his thigh and over his hip to feel his soft yet firm round butt cheek. I repeated this for a few moments and then, with my hand on his bum, lifted his cheek and adjusted my cock so it was pointing more between his cheeks than along them. Then I let his cheek go and continued to caress him like I had been before. Our breaths were coming faster as we both were very turned on. I kissed the back of his head and whispered, "You feel so good in my arms Sandy. You make me so hot." "I've never felt anything like this before," he whispered back. "I never want it to end." His words made me so happy so I tried to nuzzle even closer to him. As I moved, I felt my cock release a good amount of precum and the head of my dick moved more in between his cheeks. I gently slid my thumbnail up along the crevice at the top of his leg. He shuddered at the new ticklish and sexy sensation and reflexively pushed back against me. My hardon throbbed and slipped further in and touched his boy hole. "Oh wow," he moaned. "That is even sexier than before." Then he pushed back a little harder but I was afraid to hurt and frighten him if the head of my cock slipped into him, so I pull back. He turned his head trying to look back at me. "Why'd you pull away?" "I didn't want to hurt or frighten you," I replied and kissed his cheek. "It didn't hurt. Honest. I like you pressing against me back there." "I do too sweetie but it just worried me a little." "Please," he pleaded. "Push your boner against me back there again." I relented and snuggled close again. There was plenty of precum there and the head of my cock easily slid between his cheeks and pressed against his entrance. We both sighed at the pleasure. Slowly the boy began to move his butt around very slightly, not so that the pressure increased but so the head of my cock rubbed against his hole. It was all I could do to keep from pushing into him. After a few moments of this he stopped and turned his head again trying to look at me. "Can I ask you a question John?" I kissed him on the cheek, "sure, you can always ask me questions." "Well, this may sound weird or gross but, sometimes when I poop it feels a little sexy as it comes out. Especially if its a big and pretty hard one." I chuckled, "Yeah, that's a little gross but not weird. I've noticed the same feeling." Realizing where his thinking might be going, I asked, "So, what's your question?" "Oh, I was just wondering ..." His voice trailed off. "Wondering what," I asked as I gently rubbed his stomach. "Ah, if something was going in instead of out, would it feel, ah, you know, would it feel sexy too?" "Yes, it would," I answered as we continued to move together. "Have you ever heard the word 'dildo' Sandy?" He chuckled. "Yeah, I've heard guys making jokes about dildos." "Do you know what they are used for?" I asked. "Yeah ... well, sort of, I guess." "People use them to sexually stimulate themselves or their partners. They often use their fingers but some kinds vibrate which can add to the sexy feelings more than a finger." "Oh. You mean like they rub them on themselves while they vibrate." "Or insert them." I added. "So, they're for girls then?" "Both sexes use them." I smiled to myself as I wondered what question would come next." He turned his head again trying to look at me. "Boys too? Where would they ..." He hesitated and I could almost see the light bulb go on over his head. "Oh, a boy would stick it in his butt." "Yes." "Do you have one? A dildo, I mean." I chuckled. "No sweetie. I don't." He lay his head down on my arm again and sighed. "I wish you had one 'cause I'd like to see how it feels. I bet it's real sexy." I nuzzled and kissed the back of his head again. "Yes, it would feel real sexy." We lay there still moving slowly for a few more minutes and then the boy asked. "John?" "Yes Sandy?" "Do they stick their fingers in or is that gross?"

"Yes, and no, it's not gross at all." "Okay, I got another question." "Okay?" I smiled to myself. "So, someone puts a dildo or a finger in a girl where a man would put his boner to make a baby." "Here we go," I thought. "Yeah?" I said. "So then if a boy puts a dildo or finger in his butt, does that mean a man can put his boner in a boy?" I smiled at the back of the boy's head. "Yes, but only if the boy is big enough so it doesn't hurt." That was followed by a longer silence. Then I heard a soft whisper, "John." "Yes sweetie?" I whispered back. "Do ... you ... think, ah, I mean, am I big enough John?" "That's why I pulled back a minute ago sweetie. I don't know if you are," I explained. "Besides, I'd never just try to do that unless you wanted me to. Do you really want me to do that?" "Oh yeah!" He exclaimed. "Rubbing your boner there feels real good so, I bet putting it in would feel even better." I was quiet for a few moments as I thought about what to do next. "John?" "Yes?" "Don't you want to?" "Yes sweetie. I do want to, very much. I just don't want to hurt you." Chapter Six - Wishes can come true Sandy looked back at me again. "You make me feel so good. Would it feel good for you too?" I smiled back at him. "Yes, it's about the best feeling, especially with someone I like who is as sweet and cute as you." "Then," he declared. "I wish I was big enough so you could put your boner in me." "Well, let's see what we can find out. Roll over onto your back" As he did that I pulled out the drawer in the nightstand and grabbed a tube of KY that I keep there. "What's that?" He asked. "It's called KY," I answered, showing him the tube. "It says 'jelly' on it. What's that mean?" I pointed to the wording printed on the tube. "Actually, it says 'lubricating jelly' and it's used to, well, to lubricate." His eyes lit up. "Oh, you use it on your boner?" I chuckled. "Yeah. I keep it by the bed and use it when I beat off. It makes it better." "Cool. I used my mom's hand lotion once to beat off but then later she asked me why I smelled like her hand lotion." I grinned at him. "Well, this stuff has hardly any smell to it." "So, what are you going to do with that?" He asked with a skeptical look. "We just gunna beat off?" "No sweetie." I winked. "We're going to see how big you are back there." I opened the tube and squeezed some out onto my middle finger. "Spread your legs and lift them up." "Oh, I see." He said as he got into position. "You're gunna stick your finger in my butt." I smiled again. "Yup, and you tell me how it feels. If it doesn't hurt I'll try two fingers and then maybe three." "And if it doesn't hurt, will you put your boner in me?" He looked hopeful. "Your wish is my command." I winked at him and he giggled. I squeezed out another glob of KY onto my finger and touched it to Sandy's tight looking hole. "Oh!" He exclaimed. "That's cold." I chuckled. "It'll warm up right away," I said as I gently spread the lube around. "Mmmmm, that feels nice. I wish I could see what you're doing." "Well, I'm going to try to slip my middle finger in you so relax, if you can." I watched as the boy tried to relax as best he could while holding his legs up with his hands behind his knees. Then I lightly pushed my finger against his hole. It gave a little and about a quarter inch of my finger went in but his muscles automatically tightened down on it and pushed it back out. "That felt neat and it didn't hurt a bit, but why'd you stop?" He asked. I looked at him and smiled. "Actually, you pushed me out." "I did?" He looked confused. I chuckled, "It's a natural involuntary reaction of your butt muscles. Don't worry. As you get used to the feel of my finger trying to get inside, you can learn to relax those muscles. I'll try again." This time, even though his muscles still resisted my effort to enter him, I was able to get my finger in to the first knuckle. "You okay?" I asked. "Oh yeah," he panted. "That feels so hot." "Good. Now I'll try to slide in further." Slowly I worked my finger in until he was gasping in pleasure and I couldn't get anymore in. "How's that sweetie?" "Oh God," he groaned. "Your finger feels so big but it doesn't hurt at all." I slid my finger halfway out and back in a couple times and the boy writhed in pleasure. "That good?" "Awesome!" He gasped. "Okay. Now I'll try two fingers." I withdrew and the lad moaned in disappointment. With more lube applied to both my middle and index fingers, I gently tried to work them into the boy's now slightly stretched hole. As they stretched him further he groaned. "You okay Sandy?" I asked. "Yes." He nodded his head. "Don't stop." As I gently worked my fingers into the 13 year old boy, he continued to moan and his head started to roll from side to side. "Still okay?" I asked again. "Yeah." He gasped. Finally I had my fingers in as far as I could go. Then I slowly pulled them part way back out and slid them back in again. "Oh my God!" He groaned. I stopped my in and out fingering and just held them inside him. "Still okay kiddo?" "Oh yeah." "Great. Now I'll try three fingers." "No." He moaned. "No?" I was surprised and asked, "Is it too much?" He was quiet for a moment as he caught his breath and then asked, "no, I mean, can't you just try to put your boner in me now?" "Are you sure sweetie?" "Yes, please. I almost came then and I want to cum with you inside me. Please try." I hesitated and then agreed. "Okay, if you're sure." "Yes, I'm sure. Please." I withdrew my fingers and got a small towel from the night table. Then I climbed up and knelt between his legs and opened the tube of KY, spreading a liberal amount all over my still very hard and precum dripping cock. Then I cleaned off my hands with the towel and leaned over the boy who was still holding his legs up in the air. Placing my left hand on the bed by Sandy's side, I put my weight on it and, with my right hand, guided my boner to his waiting entrance. When the tip of my cock touched his hole he smiled up at me through half closed eyes. I could see the passion, the lust, on his face. I applied just a bit of pressure and felt his muscle relax and open for me. With a very little push, the head of my cock slipped into the boy. His eyes went wide and his mouth formed an "O" but no sound came out. "Okay sweetie?" "Oh yeah! Push more in." He whispered. "You're so big." "No pain?" I asked with concern. "Ju ... just a tah ... tiny bit but it's g ... gone. Mah ... more in .... Please." He was so tight and, as I slid another inch or so into him, he felt like a furnace around my cock. It took another few moments and then I was all the way inside the boy and held still there. "That's it Sandy. I'm all the way inside you." I was going to suggest that he let go of his legs and wrap them around my waist but he seemed to read my mind and did it. Maybe it was instinct. Then he reached up with his arms and pulled me down to kiss him. He was panting as we kissed and I could feel his boner rubbing against my stomach. He broke our kiss, trying to catch his breath, and gasped, "I almost came as you pushed inside me." "Want me to hold still and wait before I start to fuck?" In spite of his being so turned on, he looked surprised. "Cool. I never thought of using that word but we're fucking aren't we? You are fucking me!" Then he gave me a silly look. "I love fucking. Fuck me now John." I giggled at his babbling. "Slow or fast sweetie?" I asked. "Oh, slow please. I want to watch your face as you fuck me." I pulled out about halfway and slid back in. "Oh my God John. That is so hot. Do it some more." I laughed. "You make me think of Oliver in Dicken's story "Oliver Twist." "Huh? Oh, Yeah." He grinned. "Please Sir, I want some more ... fucking." Then he giggled again. Slowly I moved inside the boy and watched his face glow as his pleasure increased. I went on for a few minutes and then he gasped, "Stah ... stop!" I stopped. "What's wrong?" "Nah ... nothing. I don't want to cum yet." "Okay sweetie. Let me know when to start again." "I ... I wish we could do this forever." I smiled remembering when I was young and never wanting it to stop but also dying to cum, all at the same time. "Sandy, I might just cum even stopped like this. I'm so turned on being inside such a cute boy as you. You really are so sexy and sweet." He grinned. I knew he liked me telling him I thought he was sexy. I couldn't hold back and started to move in him again. I tried to take it as slow as possible but that made it all the more difficult to make it last as I find slow fucking is the best. After a few moments his face started to grimace as he tried to hold back and then he began to make those cute pre-orgasm squeaky noises. Finally he let out a grunt and his boner twitched and jerked as he shot big squirts of his thinnish 13 year old boy cum. His insides rhythmically squeezed my cock and sent me into my own huge cum. I gasped for breath and, as I filled up the boy's insides with the biggest orgasm I'd had in years, I collapsed on top of him and almost sobbed in happiness. Epilogue Almost every Sunday after that, Sandy would come over. I eventually talked him out of bringing the donut holes as I was afraid of gaining weight but every once in a while he surprised me and brought them anyway. They were always a treat but nothing compared to the treat of our enjoying our Sunday's of love making. He understood that, at my age, cuming once was pretty much my limit but he was always good for cuming twice or even three times. He insisted that his best and biggest cums happened while I was inside him and we became quite good at our timing so that our orgasms happened together increasing our mutual pleasure. Most times we'd sit in the living room and talk about things other than sex. He loved the farm and hoped one day to take it over from his father. Whatever the topics, eventually we'd begin to cuddle and kiss and then move to my room where we'd make love in my bed, spending a few hours drawing out the pleasures. But, every so often and still in the living room, we'd take off our clothes, I'd sit down on the couch and Sandy would climb up and straddle my lap. We'd continue to chat in between hugs and kisses and he'd ever so slowly lift up and move the head of my boner so that it pushed against him it the right spot. As I provided enough precum, he'd carefully work me inside him, the whole time continuing our conversation on whatever. Once he had me inside him he'd gently move up and down on me until he was close to cuming or he could tell that I was close. Then he would stop and we'd talk some more. I loved watching the concentration and pleasure on his sweet face and could tell when he decided that it was time for us to cum together. He'd rise up and slide down with increasing determination. We'd lock eyes and smile as our breathing became gasps and then I'd grunt and he'd give his little squeaky noises and we'd cum. He'd throw his head back and multiple shots of his boy cum would shoot up my chest and, sometimes hit my chin. He often claimed that he could feel my cum shooting inside him and that made his orgasms even harder. Every so often I'd get him to fuck me but, while he said it felt nice to be inside me and it was great when he came, he much preferred to cum with me inside him. After we'd clean up and shower, we'd chat some more so that his hair could dry before he went home. Then, before he got dressed to go, I'd kneel before him and make love to his boner while I held his soft round boy buns. He'd give me a last taste of his cum, then we'd dress, hug, kiss and say goodbye, until the next Sunday. Those wonderful Sundays went on until Sandy graduated and went on to college and I'm pretty sure that his parents were never the wiser. Towards the end his freshman year his father took sick and they had to sell the farm. Sandy came home to help his mom and dad and, the last Sunday before they moved, he came by and we made love for the last time. He'd write occasionally but even the letters tapered off and, finally, we lost touch. However, I still have many wonderful memories, including the very first time that I saw the boy in the bib overalls.