Little Boy Blue – Part One

October 24, 2008

Little Boy Blue – Part One
By
Alex Hawk

“Little Boy Blue, come blow my horn,” I muttered to myself, seeing the boy dressed in blue who was sitting on the bench in Volunteer Park. He looked to be in his early teens and was wearing a blue sweatshirt and blue sweatpants, blue shoes and, for some reason, a bright orange stocking cap. He looked sexy as fuck. The fact that he was underage didn’t bug me at all. It was more of a bonus, really. Nothing like life as an ephebophile.

I watched as he asked a passerby if the man had a spare cigarette. The guy ignored the boy and kept walking. I thought to myself that opportunity had knocked.

Lighting up a smoke, I walked out of the trees I’d been standing in and headed down the path to the bench where the boy was sitting.

“Hey, mister? Can I bum a smoke from you?” he asked when I got into range.

“Yeah, sure.” I fished around in my pocket, pulled out my pack and offered him one. “Take two, I suggested.”

“Hey, thanks!” He took out a lighter and lit up. “Aaah… that’s nice. I haven’t had a smoke in like days.”

“It’s ok. I’m glad to help. My name’s Chance, by the way.” Close-up like this he was even cuter than from a distance.

“Eric.” We shook hands. He had very smooth skin.

“Nice to meet ya. It’s gotta be a bitch trying to get smokes when you’re… however old you are.”

“Fourteen,” he said with a laugh. “And yes, it’s a bitch.”

“I’m twenty-three, but I remember being a teenager. Sort of.” Eric laughed as I looked at my watch. “Well, I’ll tell ya what. I’m feeling nice. If you wanna walk with me back to my apartment, I’ll give you a pack from my carton that I have.”

“You will? Really?”

“Yeah. If you don’t mind a walk of about fifteen minutes.”

“Fuck, that’s less time than it would take me to spange up twenty smokes. Let’s go.” He picked up a backpack, blue of course, and flung it over his shoulder.

As we walked, I said, “So how long have you been homeless?”

He got a guarded look on his face. “Why do you think I’m homeless?”

“You have a backpack the size of a filing cabinet on your back. You smoke. You, no offense, smell like you haven’t had a bath in a few days, and lastly, you’re hanging around in a park on a school day instead of being at school.”

“Oh. Ok. Well… alright, I’ve been out here for about two months.”

“Problems at home?”

“Yeah, like I don’t have one. I’ve been bouncing around in the foster system for the last couple years since my parents died. The last place was really bad. So I left. And here I am.”

“Here you are. That sucks, man.”

“I know.”

“I was homeless for a while, back a couple years ago. Thankfully I managed to land a job and then got a place to live and since then I’ve been doing ok.”
“That’s cool. I try to find work, but since I’m only fourteen, no one will hire me.”

We continued to make idle conversation as we walked back to my place. It was just a little studio apartment, but it was enough space for me. I wasn’t big on accumulating possessions. All I had was my bed, my computer, my TV, VCR, DVD player, GameCube, PS2 and X-Box. Nothing too much.

“Welcome to my place,” I said as we walked in.

“Cool.” He looked around. “Nice posters.”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” I had on my wall a few Linkin Park, 311, Eminem and Bloodhound Gang posters. Of course, I also had a couple shirtless Justin Timberlake posters, but Eric either didn’t notice those or didn’t care.

“Linkin Park’s one of my favorite bands.”

“Oh, really?” I walked over and booted up my computer while reaching up to get into the carton of cigarettes. I pulled out a pack and tossed them to Eric.

“Thanks!” He put them into his backpack and pulled the spare one I’d given him earlier from behind his ear. “Can I smoke in here?”

“The only time smoking is done in this place is after sex.” I grinned at him. “So, no. Go into the bathroom and blow your smoke out the window if you absolutely must.”

“Naw, it’s cool. I don’t really need one right now. I just, you know, wanted one.”

“Yeah, I understand.” Once my computer was booted up, I said, “Here, come have a look at this.”

“What?” He walked over and stood peering over my shoulder. I could feel his breath on my neck.

I started something playing. “This is ‘In the End’ from Linkin Park, but the video footage comes from Final Fantasy IX.”

“Yeah? Cool!” We watched the video play through. It was one of my favorites. When it was done, Eric said, “That was pretty sweet. Thanks, Chance.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Got any porn on here?” he said with a grin.

“Mmmmmaybe… Maybe I have a LOT of porn. Maybe I have, like, ten gigs of nothing BUT porn.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe.” I took a little breath, knowing that this next thing was a possible problem. “But almost all of it is gay porn.”

“Gay porn?” Understanding dawned on his pretty little face. “Oh, you’re gay?”

“Yeah. Mostly, anyhow. I had sex with women a couple times, but I didn’t really like it.”

“Oh, man! How can you not like sex with girls? I lost my virginity three weeks ago and I wanna keep fucking as much as I can!”

I laughed. “Yeah, well, I like fucking, too. Just not girls.” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess it’s just how I’m wired.”

“Wow… that’s weird.”

Laughing again, I said, “Yeah, well. At least that leaves more girls for the rest of you.”

“Hey, yeah!” he said with a grin.

“So, look, if you want, you’re welcome to take a quick shower before you head back out. Like I said, you’re smelling a little ripe.”

“I know,” Eric said ruefully. “It’s hard to keep clean out there, you know?”

“Yeah.”

“You really don’t care if I take a shower?”

“Nope.”

He eyed me. “You’re not, like, going to try and rape me once I’m naked or something, are you?”

I rolled my eyes. “No, of course not. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I wanna fuck every cute boy I see.”

“You think I’m cute?”

I sighed. “Yes, I do. But that still doesn’t mean I’m going to rape you in the shower.”

“Oh. Ok.” He looked a little relieved.

“So go clean up, if you like. I’ll tell you what else. Have you eaten today?”

“Nope.”

“Then I shall order a pizza while you’re getting clean. Pepperoni and sausage ok?”

“Sure, I guess. Thanks!” Suddenly he looked suspicious again. “Why are you being so nice to me? You don’t know me or anything. You trying to fuck me or something?”

“Eric,” I said with another little sigh. “I’m just being nice. I know what it’s like to be in your shoes. If you wanna leave, you can. If you wanna take a shower and THEN leave, you can. If you wanna hang around, eat pizza, take a shower, probably play some video games and have someone to talk with, you can. It’s all up to you.”

“Alright. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound so paranoid.”

“It’s ok. Go get clean.”

“Alright.”

Eric took off his shoes and socks, which were blue, of course. Then he took off his orange hat and set it aside. His hair was dyed a lovely shade of blue. Then he pulled off his shirt, revealing a chest that still had some development to go, but already looked pretty nice. Lastly he pulled down his sweat pants and I learned that he even sported blue boxers. Then I got a huge surprise as he pulled those off, too, showing a beautiful teenage penis. It was (mostly), soft, of course, but I could imagine it hard, and liked what my mind saw.

“You got towels in there?” he asked.

“Uh… yeah! Yeah, I do.”

“Cool.” He dug around in his backpack and pulled out some soap and a travel size bottle of shampoo, my eyes fixed to his penis swinging between his legs as he moved. “I’ll be right back,” he said, walking into the bathroom. My jaw almost hit the floor as I watched his perfect bare ass move while he walked.

“Well, now, Mister Chance,” I muttered to myself. “What the hell was THAT all about?”

I sat back and tried to make my penis go soft while I considered what had just happened. Mildly homophobic comments from a cute boy who made sure to assert his preference for girls and then stripped naked in front of me.

I sighed and did my best to push it all out of my mind. I called up Pagliacci and ordered a pizza for the two of us, trying my best not to think about the naked teenage boy in my shower. The pizza showed up about fifteen minutes later.

The water stopped flowing after about twenty minutes. I figured it had probably gone cold by then. I didn’t have the world’s largest hot water heater. Sure enough, after a couple more minutes Eric walked out, toweling his hair and still completely naked

“Thanks, Chance,” he said, tossing the towel back into the bathroom and walking into the living room as I drooled. He looked so comfortable naked. “I really needed that, I really did.”

“You’re…” I swallowed a little. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh, hey, pizza,” he said, picking a slice out of the box and munching it down.

As he started on the second slice, I said, “You’re welcome to eat some of that.”

“I know!” Eric mumbled with a full mouth. He polished off the pizza, went to his backpack and crouched down. I saw him from behind, my eyes taking his smooth young butt.

“Now to find my least evil smelling clothes.”

“You know, if you want we can do some laundry while you’re here.”

Eric looked over his shoulder at me. “Really? We can wash all my clothes?”

“Sure, if you want.”

“Cool!” He stood back. “Do you care if I stay naked, then? I don’t want to put dirty clothes onto my clean body.”

“Uh… ok, listen, Eric. You can stay as naked as you want, but… well, I’m gay. And you’re very cute. And if you’re wandering around naked, I’m not going to be able to stop staring at you.”

“But you won’t touch me if I don’t want you to, right?”

“Well, no.”

“It’s cool then.” He stood in front of me, grinning and put his hand around his penis, giving it a few little tugs. “You can look all you want, then, I don’t care.”

“God, what a horrible tease.” I tossed a wad of paper at him.

He laughed. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You’re, like, drooling. You really want my dick, don’t you?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m gay. You’re cute. You do the math.”

“Yeah, well,” he laughed. “Too bad I’m not gay.” He walked over and plopped onto the couch. “Can I watch some TV while you wash my clothes?”

Rolling my eyes again I stood up and walked over to the couch. “I wasn’t aware that *I* was the one washing them.”

“You’re not?” Eric asked, looking at me and blinking.

“No.” I took the boy’s hand and pulled him to his feet. Walking him into the kitchen I opened up the small closet that held the washer and dryer.

“Machines,” I said, pointing.

“Detergent,” I said, pointing.

“Clothes,” I said, pointing.

“Naked boy doing his own laundry,” I said, pointing.

Eric looked mildly irked. “Oh.” He got an evil little look in his eye. “If I let you hold my dick for a few seconds, will you wash them for me?”

That brought me up short. “What.”

Eric wiggled his hips, his young penis swinging between his legs. “I’ll let you hold my dick for, like a minute if you do my laundry.”

“Hold it?” I asked weakly.

“Jerk it if you want to.”

“I thought you were straight.”

“I am, but mostly I’m lazy.”

I laughed. The boy was charming as hell, that was for sure. “I don’t know, Eric…”

“Come on.” He moved close and pressed his penis against my hip. “You know you want it.”

“Well, yeah…” I looked down at his penis, which seemed to be slowly hardening.

“So?”

Sighing a little, I put my hand out and took Eric’s teenage penis in my hand. It jumped a little and started getting hard a little faster.

“You gonna time this?” he asked me.

“There’s a clock on the wall over there,” I said, pointing with my free hand.

“Oh, yeah,” he said in a distant voice. A few moments later, “That feels pretty good.”

“Thanks. I have lots of experience.”

“I can tell…”

The boy’s penis was everything I’d hoped for. It fit wonderfully in my hand. I couldn’t wait to see if I could do more with him. Maybe a little oral. Maybe have him fuck me. Maybe I might get to-

“Time’s up!” he said, pulling back a little, his now fully erect penis sliding out of my hand.

“Ah, that was never a minute,” I said in protest.

“Yeah, it was. Sorry.” Eric grinned at me and then added, “Make sure you don’t fade out the blue on my clothes.” He walked back into the living room.

Grumbling to myself at how easy I was to manipulate, I walked into the living room, gathered up the boy’s clothes and started tossing them into the washer. Most of them were indeed blue. What the hell was the deal with this kid?

Once Eric’s clothes were being cleaned, I came back into the living room. He was sitting at my desk, fiddling around with my computer.

“Don’t mind if you use the computer,” I said. “Thanks for asking.”

“Cool. Where’s your porn?” he asked clicking around, one hand on the mouse and the other idly stroking his penis.

“I told you most of it is gay porn.”

“Most doesn’t mean all.”

“Well, that’s true.”

“So?” he persisted. He gave his penis a couple squeezes. “I need to relax this puppy!”

“You can let me blow you,” I suggested.

“Where’s the porn?” Eric replied.

“If I let you see the porn, will you let me blow you?”

“No, but you can watch me jerk off until I cum.”

Damn. This boy knew how to hit me right where I lived. I took the mouse from him and booted up my picture viewer program, putting it into the right directory and starting up the slide-show function.

“There you go.”

“Cool.”

“You sure you don’t want a blowjob?” I asked as I watched him start jerking in earnest. I wished I was bold enough to do the same, but I didn’t want to scare him off.

“Naw, I’m cool.”

“Well, if you change your mind…?”

“Yeah, I’ll let you know,” Eric said with a little grin, his eyes fixed on the monitor.

Man, he was getting on my nerves.

“This is some pretty good porn,” he said.

“Yeah. I only keep quality. I always like cute guys, and so I make sure my porn, even the straight porn, includes lots of that.”

“Young guys, too. Most of them are like my age,” he said, pointing to the screen where a series of photos showed a girl of about sixteen getting banged by a group of five boys, all of whom looked to be about twelve to fifteen.

“Jealous?” I taunted.

“Yeah, kinda.”

Eric kept masturbating. I kept watching. Despite my desires for teenage boys, I seldom got to do much of anything with them. Even just jerking Eric like I had earlier was a nice treat.

“… I’m gonna cum…” Eric whispered suddenly. He closed his eyes, and I watched his whole body shake as his sperm shot out of his penis and all over his bare, hairless chest in a series of about six really good, hard spurts.

Once he was done cumming, he reopened his eyes and gave me a lazy grin. “Now that was a sweet cum!”

“Glad to hear it.”

He looked at his sperm coated chest. “Too bad I gotta go clean up, now.”

“Here,” I said. “Let me.”

“Ok.” Eric let go of his penis and sat back.

I leaned down and started licking his bare chest, making sure to lick, slightly suck and gently nibble on his nipples while trying to get every bit of his teenage sperm cleaned up. I didn’t normally like to do this, but with a boy this young and cute, how could I resist? Once I was done licking his chest clean, I took his hand and gently licked all the sperm from that. This left only one last thing.

“Gotta get this clean, too,” I said, taking Eric’s fourteen-year-old penis in my hand. I lowered my face down and took it into my mouth, sucking and licking, getting it as clean as I possibly could and savoring the taste of this wonderful young boy.

After Eric’s penis was clean, I sat up and wiped my mouth off. “See? Now you’re good and clean.”

“Yes, and you got to basically blow me. Happy?” he asked with a smile.

“Of course. Are you?”

“Sure, why not?”

I rolled my eyes. “You ever have a blowjob before?” I asked, standing up to get a Coke to rinse my mouth out with.

“A couple times, yeah. Not from a guy, though. It was this girl I used to know.”

“She the one you lost your virginity to?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. She used to live next door to us at the foster place I was at.”

I thought about this for a few seconds. “Hang on a moment. I thought you said you’d been on the streets for about two months?”

“Yeah?”

“You told me earlier you lost your virginity three weeks ago.”

Eric suddenly blushed very brightly. “Oh. Yeah, I did say that, huh.”

“So?” I asked, sitting back down next to him and offering him a sip of my Coke.

He drank all the rest of the can and said, “Well, ok. Maybe I lied a little.”

“A little?”

“I’m still a virgin,” he said with a sigh.

“J’accuse!” I said, triumphantly.

“What?”

“Nevermind. There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin at fourteen, you know. I didn’t fuck my first girl until I was twenty.”

“Uh… yeah, but aren’t you gay?”

“Well, yes.”

“So then why did you fuck a girl at all?”

“To see what it was like. Her name is Samantha. She’s been a friend of mine for a while and she offered and I thought I’d try it.”

“Ok.” He sat back “What was it like?”

“I liked it ok, but it wasn’t that great for me. Just basically an exotic form of masturbation. I only fucked her once. It was fun, but… eh.” I shrugged. “I like guys. Hell, I really only did it with her so that I could get to her boyfriend.”

“You should totally hook me up with her, dude,” Eric said, his penis twitching slightly.

At first I just laughed, but then I considered this for a moment. The girl was EXTREMELY liberal with her affections (i.e.: a slut). Setting it up for her to fuck a virgin boy, especially one as cute as Eric, would probably be pretty easy. “Well, maybe. I’ll see what I can do, but if I set it up, you gotta let me be there to join in. You gotta let me put your dick in her for the first time, ok?”

Eric shrugged. “Fuck, if it’ll get me pussy, I don’t care.”

“Cool.”

“You got anything to eat?” the boy asked, suddenly. He stood up and walked into the kitchen and started looking through my cupboards. “Oh, hey, ramen. Can I eat some?”

I stood up and walked into there with him. “Sure, let me get some water on.”

“Oh, you don’t need to cook it,” Eric said, and much to my horror he tore open the packet and started crunching on raw noodles.

“That might be the most disturbing thing I’ve seen all week,” I said in an even tone.

“What, a naked boy standing in your kitchen eating raw ramen?”

“Well… ok, the naked boy part is fine,” I allowed.

Eric laughed. “Let’s watch some TV!” he said, heading back into the living room.

“Jesus, boy. ADHD, much?”

He stuck his tongue out at me and turned on the TV. He clicked around through the channels, finally settling on MTV.

“Good lord,” I said in tones of surprise. “They’re actually showing videos!”

“I know. Amazing.”

I sat on the couch in a position where I could look at the TV and at Eric’s nude body. The boy was just too hot for words. I pictured his young penis pistoning in and out of Samantha’s vagina. If this kept up too much longer, I’d need a cold shower. This was, without a doubt, setting itself up to be one of the most interesting nights I’d had in a long time.

A couple hours went by. Eric was still naked and watching TV. I was still incredibly horny and trying to figure out more ways to get the kid even more into bed than I’d already had him. So far I’d jerked him off a little, sucked him off a little and watched him cum. I wanted so much, much more.

While I was trying to figure out what more I could get from the boy tonight, the bell on the washer dinged. “Saved by the bell,” I muttered.

“What?” Eric said, still looking at the TV as I stood up.

“Never mind, boy.” I patted him on his blue haired head.

“Blow me.”

“Anytime.” I moved my hand down and patted him on his underage penis.

“Not now, I’m watching TV,” he said, wiggling away from my hand.

I sighed and went to change the laundry around. This boy was driving me to drink. Too bad I didn’t keep any booze around the house, I reflected, speaking of such things. That might make him a lot more pliable.

But it would also remove the challenge. Like I said earlier, I’m an ephebophile. That means I like teenagers. I’ve slept with three underage teens since I became an adult. Each one had presented their own special challenge to get into bed. So far Eric had been the easiest and the most difficult at the same time.

Once the clothes were drying, I came back into the living room. Eric was crouching down on the floor flipping through my videotape and DVD collection. His penis was hard again, which was absolutely no surprise. He looked really cute crouched down like that.

“Got any porn movies?”

“What is it with you and porn?” I asked, moving over to crouch down next to him.

“Me? You’re the one who owns it, Chance.”

“Point taken.” I reached into the back of case where I kept all the media, pulling out a few tapes. “Here you go. Mostly gay.”

“Of course. Where’s the straight?”

“There isn’t any.”

“What?!” Eric looked horrified.

“There’s bisexual stuff, though.”

“Oh!” He thought this over for a few minutes, giving his stiff penis a couple strokes. “Ok, let’s watch some.”

“Alright. Do I get to suck your dick this time?”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

I was surprised, but not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I picked up “Hot Party”, very happy that I already had it cued up to a really good scene.
“There isn’t too much male on male stuff in this movie,” I said to Eric. “Just enough to keep it interesting.”

“Ok.” Eric sat back on the couch, stroking his erection slowly.

Up on the screen two guys and a girl were starting to get it on with each other. I’d had it set at the start of the scene, but fast-forwarded it to the point where sex actually started to happen.

“Oh, yeah!” Eric said, watching the screen. “Now THAT’S what I’m talkin’ about!”

Moving next to him I gestured towards his penis and said, “May I?”

“Huh?” he asked, looking at me. “Oh. Yeah, ok.”

Pleased as punch, I took his teenage penis in my hand and began stroking it slowly. Once I had gotten myself comfortable, I put my face down and slid my lips slowly around the shaft of Eric’s erection. Moments later I was bobbing up and down, working my tongue all over this most wonderful part of his young body.

“Oh, fuck, man…” the boy whispered, putting a hand on the back of my head. “You’re fuckin’ good at that…”

Smiling to myself, I continued to blow him. I knew I gave great head. Some of the best in town, according to those in the know, and when it was a penis attached to a boy as wonderful as this one, I would certainly go out of my way to make it the best blowjob he ever had.

“Hey, Chance?” Eric said after a couple moments.

I pulled my mouth, unhappily, off his penis. “What?”

“I wanna fuck your face. That’s what I did with the girl who blew me.”

“Oh! Ok, sure!” I loved the idea of this naked boy stretched out above me. I quickly pulled off Eric and laid down on the floor, mouth wide open.

Eric wasted no time. He eagerly got down on the floor, straddling my chest and pushed his beautiful underage penis down into my mouth. I closed my mouth around his young erection, letting my lips and tongue caress him as he began to thrust slowly.

“Oh… fuck, yeah… now that’s sweet…” Eric whispered as he started fucking my face a little faster.

For my part, I figured I HAD to do something to myself or I’d pop. My right hand went down to my jeans, which I quickly opened up and pulled out my penis. I began masturbating furiously as my left hand drifted up to caress Eric’s naked, thrusting, teenage body, mostly cupping his smooth ass. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but that was more than ok.

What put me over the top was when my eyes caught the reflection of the two of us in the mirror across the room. I could see Eric’s thin fourteen-year-old body, completely naked, moving on top of me. From the side, I saw his firm little butt flexing and relaxing under my hand, I could see his erect nipples and I had a great view of his beautiful face, his eyes closed, his mouth open just a little, his blue hair shaking as he thrust into my mouth. It was heavenly and there was no way I was not going to cum after seeing that.

Sure enough, my penis began kicking and bucking and out came several hard, strong shots of sperm, arching over my hand and, at least some of it, landing on Eric’s naked teenage butt. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had, and it seemed to go on forever.

Eric seemed to be aware of my sperm landing on his butt. I guess he didn’t mind it too much, because just seconds later I felt his penis start jerking in my mouth as his own sperm blasted its way down my throat. It was salty and warm and wonderful! I was the happiest ephebophile in town.

After he was done cumming, Eric pulled his softening penis out of my mouth and laid down on the floor next to me, rubbing at his butt. When he pulled his fingers back, he stared at the sperm that was on them.

“Did you spooge on my ass?”

“Yeah.” I pulled a dirty sock off the floor and cleaned up the cum that was on my body before I stuffed my penis back into my jeans. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to.”

Eric shrugged. “It’s ok, I guess.” He stared at the sperm on his fingers and then shrugged and licked it off. He got a thoughtful look on his face. “Doesn’t taste like mine.”

“Of course not. I’m not you.”

“Yeah, I’d noticed.” Eric reached up and grabbed my pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, picked up my lighter and lit up, laying on his back and blowing out a generous amount of smoke.

“So that was officially sex, then, huh?” I asked him with a grin as I lit up a smoke of my own.

The boy shrugged. “I had an orgasm that was given to me by someone else. I guess that’s close enough. Besides, you don’t have the guts to tell me not to smoke.”

“Why not?” I challenged.

Eric blew some smoke into my face and grinned. “Cause if you do, I won’t let you suck my dick anymore.”

“Bastard,” I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

Eric and I lay there on the floor for several minutes, smoking silently and relaxing. I gazed over at his naked little body. I obviously had a tempest in a teapot here. I was beginning to wonder what I’d gotten myself into with this boy. I shrugged. I’d find out sooner or later. Meantime all I could do was hold on and enjoy the ride!

After we were done smoking, Eric and I started playing Soul Calibur 2 on my GameCube. He kicked my ass more often than not, but that was largely because every time I started doing really well he’d just do a little something with his naked fourteen-year-old body that would distract me.

“You’re not playing fair, you know,” I said to him as the dryer finished drying his clothes.

“Oh, gee, darn. I so wanted to play fair, too,” Eric said, sticking his tongue out at me.

“I should make you get dressed so that I stand a chance of winning!” I called out as I walked into the laundry area.

“Yeah, but do you really want my hot, throbbing, teenage dick to be hidden?”

“Well, no.”

“Alright, then.”

I got his clothes out of the dryer and walked back into the living room, tossing them onto the floor next to his backpack.

“What, aren’t you going to fold them?” Eric asked, looking a little pouty.

“Why should I?”

“Cause… uh… I don’t know. Cause I’ll let you fuck my tight little virgin ass?” He looked at me with an incredibly seductive expression on his face.

My penis jumped to attention, nearly causing me to pass out from the lack of blood to my brain. “Wha… wha… what?” I managed to ask.

Eric grinned. “Only joking. I’ll come over and fold them myself!” He hopped off the couch and walked over to the pile of clothes.

“You are an evil, evil, evil little boy,” I said, smacking him lightly on the butt.

Eric stuck his tongue out at me again and began folding his clothes.

“So, what’s with you and the color blue?” I asked.

Eric shrugged. “Just always liked it. I even thought about dying my pubes blue once. Then I thought, no, that would be stupid.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Anyhow, blue is a nice color.”

“That it is,” I said with a nod. “Much better than green. I had a friend who dyed his hair green. We all called him Moldylocks.”

Eric laughed. “That sounds right. He dye his pubes, too?”

I nodded. “Looked like moss.”

Eric nearly fell over laughing. “Oh! That’s great!”

“So why do you have an orange hat, if you like blue so much?”

Eric stopped laughing abruptly. “I don’t… I don’t wanna talk about that…”

“Oh.” That brought me up short. “Well, ok. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and waved his hand. “No, it’s no big thing, it’s just… well… it belonged to my older brother. He wore it all the time.”

“Oh. What happened to him?”

Eric got a distant look in his eyes. “He was in the Army. He got sent to Afghanistan. He got killed.”

“Oh.” I felt really awkward now. “I’m sorry, Eric.”

“It’s ok. It was a couple years ago. Our parents died just a few months later in a car wreck. That’s why I ended up in the foster system.”

“Damn. I’m sorry, dude.” I reached out and put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s ok. It was a long time ago. I just really miss them all sometimes.” His voice had an odd tone to it, and I could see a small tear work itself down his cheek.
I winced, really feeling like a heel. Here I was, just viewing this boy as a target of lust when of course was so much more than that. I put my arms around him and pulled his body close to my own. “Hey, I understand, man. It’s ok.”

Eric put his arms around me and, to my surprise, actually started really bawling. Just crying his eyes out. I was really taken aback by the sudden emotion. I held him close and stroked his head gently, whispering to him that everything was ok.

It took about five minutes before Eric’s sobbing tapered off into simple tears and then finally into him calming down again. He sat up and sniffled a little, wiping a hand across his face.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a slightly hoarse voice.

“Hey, you got nothing to be sorry for. I guess it must’ve been pretty tough for you the last couple years.”

He nodded. “Yeah. I mean, when my brother died and then my parents… it was just so bad. No one else could take me in. So I ended up in the foster system.”

“That must’ve sucked ass.”

“Yeah. It was bad enough that I wound up running out onto the streets, if that gives you any idea.”

“Here, come up and sit with me,” I said, moving onto the bed. Eric came and laid down next to me. I put my arms around his nude body and held him close, pulling a blanket over us.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

“You’re welcome.” I started stroking his hair again. “So what happened at the last foster place you were at?”

I felt him shrug under the blanket. “The parents were really, really religious. Like church on Sunday AND Wednesday. They didn’t celebrate Christmas or birthdays or anything. I mean, they weren’t mean to me or anything. They didn’t hit me or stuff like that. But, like, when they found out about the next door girl blowing me, they made me sit through a five hour long talk with the minister.”

“Ugh,” was my comment. I had little use for religion.

“Yeah, no kidding. Anyhow, it just got to the point where I couldn’t stand it anymore, so… here I am.”

“Here you are.” I ruffled his hair a little and in a joking voice said, “Here you are, snuggled up naked with a guy who just recently sucked your dick.”

“Yeah,” he said with a little chuckle. “I like this better than being lectured to, that’s for sure. Though it’s still not as good as when I used to get blown by Shelly.”

“You feel better?”

“I think so.”

“You really feel good to me,” I said, reaching down to cup his ass.

“Hey, now. Did I say you could do that?” he asked, cuddling up to me a little more.

“Nope.”

“Ok, just checking.”

I laughed. “You’re really nice, Eric. I like you.”

“You’re pretty cool, too, Chance. I mean, for a child molester that is.”

“Oh, hush.”

“So you really gonna get me laid by a girl?” Eric asked. I could feel his penis starting to harden up against me.

“Yeah. Shouldn’t be any problem. This girl I know, she really likes to fuck.”

“Cooooool. I can’t wait!” He sat up. “I wanna look at some more porn.”

I laughed again. “God, you’re a hedonist, aren’t you?”

“Yep!” He hopped out of bed and walked over to the computer, hard penis bobbing as he moved.

“God, you make me horny,” I said, getting out of bed myself.

“Good.” He booted up the viewer and started looking through the pics. “You wanna blow me again?”

“Sure, if you don’t mind waiting a few. I need to unwind really quick and SOMEONE should fold those clothes of yours.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, looking totally guiltless as he began masturbating. “Cool. Well, I’ll make sure not to cum before you get over here.”

“Gee, thanks.”

I started folding his clothes and when they were done, I took a moment or two to play some more Soul Calibur 2. I wanted to get over there and blow the boy, but I needed to calm myself down a little first. He might have been able to easily switch gears from pathos to sex, but not me so much.

Unfortunately I was way too unfocused to be able to play with any sort of skill. After the seventh major and frustrating loss, I tossed the controller onto the floor and shouted out, “Oh, FUCK ME!”

Eric looked up from the computer and said, “Really?”

I was caught off guard, but I wasn’t about to let a chance like that pass by. “Uh… sure. If you want to.”

He shrugged. “Might as well fuck something. Your face, your ass, I don’t care.”

I walked over and put a hand on his cheek. “I love you. You’re an absolutely perfect boy.”

Eric rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You want my dick up your ass or not?”

“Oh, I want, I want!” I quickly took off my shirt and pulled down my pants. Unfortunately as I was trying to get out of them, I managed to trip and fall, landing flat on my back on the bed. This didn’t deter me much. I simply worked things out from there and finally was naked.

“Ok!” I said, once my breath was back. “Let me get the lube, and you get your ass down here.”

“Not my ass, my dick,” Eric corrected me as he got down on the bed with me.

“Your ass is attached to you, so unless you have a detachable penis…?” I asked as I lubed up my ass.

“No. No, I don’t.”

“Ok, then.” I handed him the tube of lube.

“And… I do what with this?” he asked looking at it.

“You squirt some out and rub it on your penis. Make it good and slippery. That way you go into me easier.”

“Oh… ok.” Looking a little unconvinced, Eric squirted some of the lube onto the shaft of his penis and began rubbing it all over. “Whoa… that feels… wow… I like that…”

“You like that, just wait until you got you in me.” I laid on my back and hoisted my legs in the air.

“Ok. So… what exactly do I do, here?” Eric said, looking down at me.

“Well, get on top of me.”

“Like this?” Eric said, mounting me. His penis came to rest against mine.

“Yeah. Now… I just sorta… do this…” I took Eric’s young penis and lined it up with my ass. “Ok. Now, all you gotta do is push. Go slowly, though, cause it’s been a while since I last got fucked.”

“Alright.” Eric steadied himself and gave a slow, gentle push. At first nothing seemed to happen, but then his fourteen-year-old penis began to worm its way up into my twenty-three-year-old body. He paused with it about halfway inside me and said, “Is it going in…? Am I doing it right..?”

“Oh, god, yes,” I whispered. I put my hands on his butt and pulled him down, feeling him slide all the way into me.

“Whoa… wow, I really… I really got my dick in you…” He pushed hard against me and then pulled back a little, trying a couple thrusts.

“Oh, yes. Yes, you do.”

“I never thought anyone actually did this for real.” He made a couple good, long, slow strokes.

“Now you know…”

Eric started moving with a little more aggression now. “Damn, this feels good…”

“I bet it does,” I whispered. “Lift your body up a bit.”

“Why?”

“So I can jerk off while you fuck me.”

“Oh. Ok.” Eric pushed himself up and started fucking me a little harder.

“Yeah, just like that,” I said, masturbating happily. The boy wasn’t the best fuck I’d ever had, but he certainly wasn’t bad. It helped that he was one of the sexiest boys I’d ever seen. Particularly when he was fucking. Everything I’d seen of him when he was fucking my face was now even better, cause now he was fucking me for real.

“Damn… oh, god, dude… I’m gonna fuckin’ cum soon…”

“Wait,” I whispered, my hand flying across my penis. “Let me cum first… you gotta see my orgasm with you in me…”

“Ok, Chance… just make it fast…”

“No problem!” I grunted out from between clenched teeth as my penis began jerking, my sperm blasting out all over my chest, some of it even reaching my face. As I did so, my ass began squeezing hard at Eric’s thrusting erection.

“Shit! Oh… oh… OOOOH!” Eric’s naked body tensed on top of me as his penis began firing off into my butt. He came for what seemed like hours. It was just fantastic! Finally Eric exhausted himself. He lowered himself down and laid on top of me, breathing hard.

“Liked that, huh?” I managed to say.

“Yeah… fuck, yeah…”

“Cool.” I looked at his beautiful face. “Eric? Can I kiss you?”

He considered the request. “Normally I’d say no, but since I just came inside your ass, I guess it’ll be ok.”

“Good.” I leaned up and pressed my lips against his. They were warm and soft. To my surprise, and without any prompting, Eric opened his mouth and his tongue began probing against mine.

When we stopped kissing, Eric said, “You’re a pretty good kisser.”

“Thanks. You’re a pretty good fuck.”

He grinned impishly. “Thanks!” Then he sat back and slid out of me. He made the mistake of looking down at his penis. “Oh. My. God. I think I’m gonna throw up.”

“Go to the bathroom and wash it off.”

“But there’s-”

“DON’T TELL ME!” I said, waving a hand. “I get the idea. Go clean up.”

“Oh, yuck,” Eric said as he walked into the bathroom.

By the time Eric got done in the bathroom and we’d both had a smoke, it was getting pretty late in the evening. Neither of us had mentioned the idea of him spending the night. It just seemed like it was going to happen through mutual consent.

And sure enough, shortly after we got done smoking, the two of us got into bed together, both still naked. Eric cuddled up next to me and fell asleep pretty quickly. This was typical of an Ave Rat like him. Me, however… well, sleep was elusive. Being spooned by a beautiful young boy like Eric was enough to keep anyone up… and awake, too. He was friendly, cute, smart, obnoxious and easy to get into bed, which was always a plus. Tomorrow I’d work on getting in touch with Samantha and see what I could do about getting Eric’s virginity eliminated.

For now, all I wanted was sleep…

END PART ONE

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. You pirate, you die. Or at least turn into a walking skeleton thingy doomed to wander the Earth until you return all the medallions or something. Am I the only one who thought a sword fight between two undead who weren’t really hurt by swords was kind of a silly, pointless thing? I mean, it looked cool on film, but still… oh, and just like THAT story, this one is totally fictional and such.
But I digress.
This is part one of what will probably only be a two part story. I thought about doing it in chapters, but I think I’ll reserve that for anything over about four parts. Chasing Colt, for example. I hope you like this little tale, inspired by a boy I saw on a bus one day who was wearing nothing but blue clothes accented by a bright orange hat.