Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2008 12:53:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: The New Deal

The New Deal
By
Storyguy22


   I sat in my recliner quietly watching the cute boy seated on the sofa
across from me. I could almost hear the gears of his thirteen year old
brain meshing as he considered his options. Damn but he was a little
hottie, no question about that, and I found myself really hoping that his
expressed desire to own the fully tricked out BMX bicycle that he had been
drooling over for weeks now on his frequent visits to my bike shop was as
strong as he had expressed it to be a few minutes ago. I may be
paraphrasing slightly, but suffice it to say his vehement statement had
been something along the lines of "I'll do anything to own this bike!"

   The exact definition of what his idea of "anything" consisted of was
what young Justin was at this moment mulling over as I sat watching him
furrow and relax his smooth brow while he worried a fingernail at his lush
mouth. I let my gaze travel over the boy, beginning at his neatly trimmed
dark brown hair that surrounded his pixy-like face. He apparently felt my
gaze, and he glanced in my direction briefly, giving me a brief flash with
his sparkling blue eyes as a small nervous smile tugged at the corners of
his mouth. He dropped his eyes back into his lap, and I dropped mine there
as well to appreciate the neat little lump that bulged at the lap of his
shorts. I licked my lips, imagining the sculpted boyhood package that was
the source of that lump, and I felt saliva flood into my mouth as I
mentally savored the fresh young taste I knew it would have if I was
ultimately fortunate enough to end up with it in my mouth.

   Because that, you see, was the deal I had offered the boy. In response
to his oft repeated inquiries, plea's actually, regarding what tasks he
might perform for me that could accumulate to equal the price of the
bicycle. He had badgered me for weeks to employ him at the shop, but of
course the child labor regulations rendered that an impossibility, as I had
regretfully explained to him. Failing that possibility, he had offered to
perform yard work at my private residence in exchange for the price of the
bike, but, given that my place of residence consisted of this small but
comfortable apartment behind the bike shop and it didn't actually have
anything by way of a yard, I really had no use of those kinds of
services. Nor did I have much interest in his washing my ten year old
pickup truck weekly for about a year. We had, it seemed, despite his
admirable willingness to sing for his supper, reached a sort of impasse
regarding him somehow earning the bicycle that was very much the object of
his desire.

   And speaking of desire, I was harboring several of those myself
regarding the nubile young Justin, and so I had, some thirty minutes ago
now, made the boy a proposal that I felt would bring both of us the
satisfaction we sought; to wit: I was perfectly willing to give the boy the
bike in exchange for him getting naked, and allowing me to fully explore
his lithe young body, an event which I had assured him he would find highly
pleasurable. I smiled as I recalled his immediate reaction to the offer,
his sweet and cherubic face instantly flushing with a deep blush as his
stunning eyes went wide, the narrow strips of his dark eyebrows arching
high on his forehead as his lush little mouth formed into an oval of
surprise, or perhaps shock.

   I had, of course, expected just such a reaction, or something similar,
but the good news was that beyond the somewhat stunned facial expression he
had not panicked, or tore through the shops door in a dead run in an effort
to get as far away from me as possible in the shortest possible time.
Instead, he had stood his ground as the suggestion slowly sunk in, his eyes
flickering rapidly between my face, and the shiny bike that he so
desperately wanted to own. I stayed silent for a bit while he chewed on his
thoughts, and then gently suggested that we move back into my apartment and
get comfortable while he made up his mind. He made no reply save for a
short nod of his head, another sign I took as positive for my cause, and I
placed a hand on his shoulder, and gently steered him in the direction of
the rear of the shop while I turned the "will return in an hour" sign in
the window, and locked the shop door. Justin moved on his own back to the
apartment, and when I went in there I found him seated on the sofa deep in
thought, so I moved to my chair, and settled in to await his decision.

   Another few minutes ticked away, and finally Justin stirred, sitting
back deeper into the sofa as he pulled his smooth legs up, and folded them
under his slender body. He looked at me, and started to speak only to stop,
and clear his throat noisily before he started again, saying in a slightly
cracking voice,

   "Would I have to...um...be like...uh...all the way...naked...?"

   "Completely..." I replied, nodding.

   "Oh jeez...how come...?" he squeaked, blush filling his creamy cheeks
once more.

   I smiled, then gave him a straight answer as I replied,

   "Because I think that you are an exceptionally pretty boy, Justin, and I
really love pretty young boys like you, and I want to appreciate every last
inch of your beauty, not just your hard penis, although I'm sure that it is
breathtaking all by itself."

   His blush was all but glowing now, and I swear I could feel the heat it
was giving off clear over where I was sitting, and I stifled an urge to
chuckle at his facial expression as he let my comment sink in.

   "But...girls are `sposed to be pretty, not boys...and besides,
my...penis...isn't much special...it's actually pretty much little..." he
sputtered shyly.

   I smiled warmly, shrugging my shoulders as I said,

   "Pretty is in the eye of the beholder, Justin...be it girls...boys...or
an object...and I happen to think that you, who by the way I am fully aware
is a boy, are indeed pretty...which is why I am interested in seeing all of
you...naked and with your plenty big enough, I'm sure, penis all hard and
excited."

   More crimson blushing as he squirmed some on the sofa, and then he
sucked in a breath that caused his chest to rise. He looked at me, exhaling
the breath, and asked,

   "So okay then...what...?...I just take off all my clothes, right...? and
then you get to, like, see me all naked and stuff...and then I get the
bike...right...?"

   I chuckled, shaking my head slowly as I replied,

   "Well, that is the first thing I would like, yes...but your getting the
bike will require a bit more than me just enjoying looking at your naked
beauty...and this is where the part I promised would give you great
pleasure comes in...I of course want very much to touch you...all over...
and kiss and lick your delicious young skin...and taste you...everywhere...
but in particular I want very much to taste your boner, and your balls...
even your pretty little butt..."

   He shuddered, and dropped a hand into his lap, his slender fingers
working to adjust what I assumed was his now rigid boyhood, and I smiled,
pleased that the detailed explanation of my plans for his succulent young
body had apparently excited him to erection. His long eyelashes fluttered
rapidly several times, and the deep pink flooded his cheeks again, and his
voice broke rather badly as he muttered,

   "Oh jeez...you mean...um...you want to...ahh...actually...touch me...all
over...and...man...kiss and...uh...lick...all over...and...my uh...butt...
even...really...?"

   I chuckled again, and nodded, then told him in an even tone,

   "Exactly Justin, yes...I want to touch and taste every inch of you... I
want to take your big boyhood inside my mouth and suck it...and your balls
too...and yes, I definitely want to taste your sweet little butt hole...
does that sound like something you might like to experience...?...it all
feels wonderful, believe me...and...when you have enjoyed all the pleasure
I can provide you...at least for today...you will be riding home on your
brand new BMX bike...how does that sound Son...?...do we have a deal...?"

   His eyes had steadily gone wider as I was detailing the overview of my
plans for his youthful goodies, and when I stopped talking he shuddered
strongly and again groped his now quite swollen crotch as he muttered,

   "Oh gosh...jeezo...I...uh...guess so...I really, really want that
bike...so...yea, okay...oh man...so...what do I do now...since it's a deal,
I mean...?"

   My cock thickened to full erection as I savored each breathless word of
his reply...the exact one I had hoped for as I had suffered through his
thought process, and I smiled warmly at the boy, and answered,

   "Good boy Justin...excellent...I know how badly you want that bike...and
very soon it will be all yours...and please Son, trust me when I say that
you will enjoy all the good feelings I am going to give you...in fact, I
hope that you will so enjoy this afternoon that you will be eager to repeat
it often...now Justin, why don't you just come over here, and just stand in
front of me and try to relax...nothing is going to harm you in any way...or
hurt you...everything is going to make you feel wonderful feelings you have
never experienced before, but feelings you are going to love, believe
me..."

   It took a few seconds, but he unfolded his shapely legs, and then stood
up. His erection poked strongly at the front of his shorts, and I stared
hungrily at it as he made his way around the sofa table to stand in front
of me, the rigid boyhood nearly poking me in the eye as he stood before me
trembling slightly as he watched me closely. I smiled up at him, and then
inched forward on my chair, my hands going to his narrow hips where I
gripped him gently. He shuddered at my touch, and I spoke softly to him,
telling him to just relax, and breathe as I carefully took his thin and
hairless arms in my hands, and moved them to his sides. The scent of him
flooded my senses, that heady aroma that is so completely exclusive to
puberty laden boys, and I inhaled deeply to savor it as I took the hem of
his tee shirt in my fingers. Lifting myself slightly, I tugged the shirt
up, baring his creamy smooth torso, and I pulled it off over his head, then
dropped it to the floor as I settled back into my chair and admired his
slender upper body.

   My God...he truly was beautiful, even more so than I had anticipated. He
obviously spent a fair amount of time shirtless and in the sun, his
flawless skin tone was a golden tan shade contrasted by the stark white
patches at his sides that were sheltered by his arms. His chest was as
smooth as glass, the pectorals just beginning to develop a slight
definition, and they were dotted with the most delicious nickel sized
little nipples I could have hoped for. A darker shade than his golden skin
they stood erect in excitement, and I simply couldn't resist reaching out
to tweak them with my fingers. Justin made a little chirping sound as I
rubbed his tight nubbins with my fingers and he shuddered as I gently
pinched the small bumps between finger and thumb. Moving on, I trailed my
fingers slowly down his frame, my fingertips gliding over his partially
exposed rib cage until I had reached the waist band of his shorts. Stopping
there, I ran my fingers sideways along the elastic band at his waist, and
let a finger tease into the tiny cave of his little button, and he
flinched, giggling softly. The scent of him was amazing, that unique boyish
smell and a faint touch of lingering soap, probably from his morning
shower, and I inched closer, leaning my face into his abdomen as I sniffed
that sweet aroma. Extending my tongue, I licked a small circle around his
navel, then pushed my tongue inside the tiny indentation, and he flinched
again, and uttered,

   "OHHhh boy...!"

   I could have happily licked his satin smooth tummy for hours, but that
rigid protrusion behind his little shorts kept capturing my attention, so I
backed off slightly, and trailed my fingers down over his shorts, purposely
avoiding any contact with his rigid boyhood. Reaching the creamy skin of
his thighs, I let my fingers slide along his inner thighs to his slightly
boney knees, and then reversed my direction, running my fingers up his
inner thighs, and then up under the loose legs of his shorts until I
encountered his briefs, and the obvious lump of his young, tender balls. He
flinched again as I gently probed the taut pouch, and carefully probed the
small orbs of his balls over the soft cotton of his briefs, and he
shuddered some more as he let out a loud sigh. Keeping one set of fingers
exploring his scrotum, I worked the other hand higher, and located the
rigid stalk of his penis, and pressed my fingers against it as he flinched
again, and exhaled, mumbling,

   "OHHhhh gosh!"

   I toyed with his treasures a bit longer, and then withdrew my hands, and
reached for the elastic of his shorts. Gripping the material, I tugged it
forward so that it would clear his bulging erection, then tugged it down,
lowering his shorts along his well formed legs to his ankles. Justin lifted
each foot in turn as I took the shorts completely off him, and tossed them
over to join his tee shirt on the floor. I sat back slightly and let my
eyes feast on his beauty, moving my hungry gaze slowly from his flushed
face, down over his equally flushed and smooth chest and soft little tummy,
coming to rest at his small, snow white little briefs. They fit his slender
form like a second skin, the y-front fly severely stretched with his
burgeoning erection, and I very slowly brought my hand up to cup his
hardness, and the surprisingly plump pouch of his balls. I kneaded the firm
package, reveling in the abject hardness of his young penis, and he
shuddered strongly, rocking up onto his tiptoes as I fondled his boyhood
treasures.

   I wrapped my free arm around his slim waist, and cupped his tight little
butt in my hand, squeezing each small pillow of firm flesh in turn, and
then probing his snug little crease with my finger. I glanced up at him,
and winked as he met my gaze briefly before shifting his wide eyes back to
watch me fondling his delicious goodies. His hips bucked back and forth in
a steady motion, adding pressure from his package against my probing hand,
and I moved my hands up to the waist of his little briefs. I looked up at
him again, and asked him if he was okay, and he nodded rapidly, blinking,
as he muttered,

   "Oh yea...this feels hella good...!"

   I smiled, then hooked my fingers into his briefs, and tugged them out,
and down as I had his shorts. His rock hard boy nail sprang free, snapping
strongly up against his tummy as I worked the briefs off his legs and feet,
and then added them to the small puddle of his clothing, leaving him
gloriously naked, save for the pair of white half-socks he still had on his
feet. I let my gaze travel the length of him, and then back, as I took in
the stunning perfection of the boy in all his natural glory.

   I had long thought Justin that was a stunning beauty when he was fully
dressed, but his clothed beauty paled completely in comparison to the
breathtaking vision of him fully naked. I just kind of froze for a minute
as I let my gaze travel slowly over his silky smooth body from his sweet
blushing face to his delicate little feet. Flawless was the word that first
occurred to me, followed almost immediately by perfect, and then,
delicious. His slender body was exhibiting the earliest signs of
development, his narrow arms showing only a hint of bicep thickening, and
his perfectly smooth chest suggested the beginnings of what would
eventually become nicely formed pectorals, but that was still a way down
the puberty road. His nipples were small and tight, and I savored their
dark areole and the tiny eraser points at their center. His tummy appeared
soft and smooth, still showing a tiny line of baby fat circling his slim
waist, and the tiny cave at its center was simply as cute as it could
be. There was a smattering of dark pubic hairs just emerging at the base of
his rigid boyhood, and the dozen or so there were looked soft, and
silky. His perfectly formed boyhood stood proudly erect, a bit longer than
I had expected at a good four-plus inches though still on the narrow
side. It was a healthy pink tone, and as smooth as glass, not a blemish or
vein in evidence as the narrow stalk tapered slightly wider as it joined
the perfectly circumcised head which was the classic plum shape, and a
shade more purplish than the shaft. The boy's balls hung close below,
dangling nicely in a crinkled and hairless pouch that made my mouth water.
His legs were perfectly shaped, the thighs beginning to show some muscle
development as were the calves. As the natural light from the windows hit
his legs it highlighted a pale and downy looking peach-fuzz present there,
and his ankles were trim, tapering into those delicate feet, and toes. He
clearly was, I decided, the absolute poster boy for how I thought all
thirteen year old boys should look naked, and sexually excited.

   I lifted my hungry gaze, and our eyes met, and I smiled broadly at the
expression on his nearly pretty face, a look that was a mixture of abject
shyness mixed with some apprehension, as well as a high level of
excitement. I could relate to that...hell...I was feeling all of those
things myself. Giving him another broad smile, I slowly shook my head and
told him,

   "My God, Justin...you are completely stunning...perfect...just
beautiful...every inch of you!"

   His flush deepened, but a tiny smile played at the corners of his mouth
as he absorbed the compliment, and then he dropped his eyes down for a
quick look at his bouncing erection, as he mumbled under his breath,

   "It's not very big though..."

   I chuckled, and reached out to slide a finger under his chin and push
his head up so that our eyes met, and I told him, meaning every bit of it,

   "Nonsense...you have a perfectly beautiful penis...and balls as
well...and you're actually longer than I expected...it's perfect Justin,
really it is...!"

   That little smile played at his mouth again, and he suddenly acted like
he had no idea what to do with his arms and hands as he made a little
shuddering movement as he squeaked,

   "Really...?...you really like...me...okay?"

   I chuckled again, and reached up to lay my palms on his satin smooth
chest, and then let my fingers lightly graze over his dime sized nipples as
I replied,

   "Oh yes Buddy...a lot more than just okay, actually...!"

   He jumped a little as my fingers roamed across his stiff little nipples,
and he inhaled deeply as I slowly ran my hands over his creamy skin,
tracing along his nearly exposed ribs as I drew my hands lower, and then
ran the flat of my hand across his soft little tummy. I dipped a fingertip
into his navel, and he jumped again, a soft giggle escaping him as he
apparently had a ticklish spot there. I inhaled deeply, the unmistakable
scent of budding boy flooding my senses as I let my hand trail down over
his pale groin. I fingered his scant pubes, savoring the silky softness of
them as I tugged them, eliciting another little squeak from Justin. Unable
to resist another second, I reached for his pulsing erection, and firmly
wrapped my fist around its narrow girth, relishing the heat and pulsing
throbbing that emanated from the rigid nail. I stroked it up and down as my
free hand moved between his smooth thighs, and gently cupped his dangling
pouch as my fingers probed his small marbles, moving them within the taut
sac.

   "OHhhhh man...wow...!" he chirped, lifting up onto his toes.

   I worked the flat of my thumb back and forth across the spongy head of
his cock, causing him to jump again, and I tugged gently on his balls, then
released them to slip my arm around his slim waist, and then grip one of
his perfect little ass cheeks in my hand. I kneaded the firm mound, and let
my finger slip into his tight little furrow as I sought his tiny entrance.
Finding the tight little oval I circled it with my fingertip as I continued
stroking his throbbing boyhood, and I sensed wetness at its tip as I teased
at his tiny pee slit. He was leaking like a drippy faucet, and I felt an
ache along my jaw line as I longed to taste the sweet, clear fluid of his
rapidly growing excitement. Gripping his shaft, I milked it forward toward
the tip, and when I saw a tear-drop of his essence emerge, I dipped my
head, and swiped it away with my tongue. The tartness of his emission
stabbed at my taste buds, and he made that squeaking sound again, and the
funny little squeak suddenly became a deep growling noise from his chest as
I lowered my head, and slid the entire length of his drooling boyhood into
my mouth, and sucked it.

   Overwhelming lust filled my senses as I happily bobbed my head over his
pulsing boyhood, and apparently some measure of it spilled over to Justin
as he quickly grabbed at my head, guiding me, as his narrow hips began a
rhythmic thrusting as he drilled his tasty young erection into my drooling
mouth. I reached for his taut scrotum, cradling his tender nuggets in my
palm and tugged gently at them, and Justin began a cadence of soft moans as
I worked him ever closer to the brink. His boyhood treasure was oozing a
steady flow of his sweet nectar, and I was eager for the explosion of his
creamy essence that I knew was rapidly approaching. All young boys are
typically quick on the trigger, and Justin, I knew, was very probably going
to be quicker still given the excitement of having his perfect little nail
sucked lavishly for the first time in his young life. Toward that end I
redoubled my efforts, applying every skill in my cock sucking repertoire as
his groans increased in both volume and pace and I felt his pride and joy
spasm in my mouth as his fingers tugged forcefully at my hair, and then he
was suddenly there, his rigid boy nail pulsing strongly as he ejected a
surprising amount of warm and creamy semen into my hungry mouth.

   It was simply the nectar of the Gods, tart while at the same time sweet
beyond belief, and I wished that he could have just kept delivering it
forever, but, all too soon he was spent, the forceful ejaculations suddenly
reducing to small dribbles as his rigid penis began to soften in my mouth.
Aware of the super sensitivity he would be feeling now, let his penis slip
from my mouth and I savored the pool of his warm fluids on my tongue before
swallowing it down. I held his now limp boyhood gingerly, and licked the
little helmet-head a couple of times as Justin shuddered strongly before
collapsing onto my lap. I wrapped my arms around his lithe body, holding
him close as he sucked in a huge breath, and then blew it out, as he
muttered breathlessly,

   "OHhhh man...wow...that felt...totally amazing...!"

   I ruffled his soft hair, and then kissed his smooth forehead as I said,

   "Indeed...and you know what...?...you taste delicious...!"

   He giggled at that comment, and made a little face, his brow furrowing
as he looked at me coyly, and said,

   "Really...?....jeez...I never knew you could...um...swallow...that
stuff!"

   I chuckled, and gave him a big hug as I replied,

   "Anything else would be a serious waste, kiddo...I would never pass on
an opportunity to swallow every drop of your sweet...stuff...!"

   He giggled again, burrowing his slim body into me as he told me,

   "Awesome...I think I'd for sure like to do that again...!"

   Reaching for his pretty boyhood, I fondled it gently, and he was all but
purring as I said,

   " I very definitely want to do it again...that, and more...how about if
we go into the bedroom and see what comes up?"

   Another giggle as he replied,

   "I bet I know what is gonna come up...my dickey...if you keep rubbing it
that way...!"

   I laughed, getting to my feet as I scooped him up in my arms and headed
for the bedroom, and I told him,

   "Exactly right, Justin my boy...I intend to make your pretty dickey as
hard as stone...and then I'm going to make it go all soft again before I
make it hard again...and then...well...let's just see, shall we?"

   He giggled, nodding his head against my chest as he answered,

   "Yea...let's just see...!"

   Over the remainder of that incredible afternoon I definitely took full
delivery of my part of our little deal. I had offered him the bike that he
so coveted in exchange for the opportunity to explore and sample every inch
of his stunning and youthful body, and that is exactly what I did before
the sun began to sink low in the afternoon sky. I had also offered Justin a
veritable buffet of new and highly sensuous pleasures, and I like to think
that I also delivered fully on that offer. If I applied no other
measurement of my success on that issue than the sheer number of times I
had prompted his pretty boyhood to gush forth another stellar offering of
his creamy nectar I would have felt my mission a success. Then add to that
yardstick the countless "ooohs, ahhhhs, and wows" that he uttered between
breathless gasps of pleasure that the boy emitted during our time together,
and you certainly have to declare the effort a complete success.

   The only real regret that I quietly harbored as the day wore to a close
was that I had stopped short of actually fucking the boy, having judged his
tight little pucker as yet a bit immature for actual penile penetration. It
was a judgment based on an ample amount of close-up research of the area as
I hungrily explored his most innocent core with tongue and fingers while
Justin gasped and panted like an old steam engine, and his enthusiasm for
the research left me with the firm opinion that the area would very
definitely be open to future probing some way down the road. I was
perfectly happy with that prospect as opposed to being greedy at this stage
of things, and possibly causing the boy undue discomfort which could very
well work as a negative on his willingness to participate in such pleasures
as we had shared this day.

   And in the end, I had to admit that I took nearly equal pleasure in
watching a widely grinning Justin hop aboard his shiny new bicycle and
pedal away as I had taken earlier in my bedroom. This deal, it seems, was
one of those rare win-win events.

The End
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