Adult/Youth | Jason Crow

Skirting the Issue – Part 1

Adult/Youth, Gay, Masturbation, Oral, Voyeur | Skirting the Issue

Skirting the Issue – Part 1
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

“Thanks a lot for the hard work, guys,” I said, shaking the hands of the three movers, slipping each of them a twenty while I did it.

The unloading of all my earthly belongings into my new condo had gone smoothly, and the money I’d paid for the movers was well worth it, considering the stairs. There was an elevator, but it was at the other end of the building and the guys had decided it was easier just to move everything up the stairs on my end. Having walked up and down it a few times carrying small items as an act of solidarity, I’d decided I wouldn’t be doing anything so foolish. It was the elevator for me.

I walked over to the railing and stared out over the water. The condo complex sat on the intercoastal waterway, so there was an inlet behind me called Bayou Bay, and the Gulf of Mexico in front of me. A steady breeze was blowing off the water, rustling my light brown hair and cooling the light sheen of sweat on my arms and neck. The day was still hot, though we were nearing dusk. For a moment I thought about just grateful I was that I didn’t move furniture for a living.

While I enjoyed the deepening colors of dusk I heard a noise. A door had opened two down from mine, back towards the stairs, and it had grown just dark enough that the spill of light from inside was noticeable. A young girl saw me noticing her and she smiled and gave me a shy wave as she walked by me, heading down the open hallway towards the elevator.

Cute kid, I thought, and I went back to watching my sunset. I was debating between going in and getting started on putting things away, or grabbing a beer and returning to the railing. I made a mental note to get myself an outdoor chair. I saw a number of such up and down the way.

I’d just decided that I better get some work done inside if I wanted a place to sleep that night. The movers had set up the bed for me, but I’d have to unpack the linens and find my pillows. I leaned back from where I’d been resting on my elbows and saw the light of the elevator as the door opened and light spilled out, revealing the girl from earlier.

Then I found myself wondering if going inside would be rude, or if waiting for her would be creepy. I decided to wait while pretending not to, if that makes any sense. As she got closer it seemed weird to not even acknowledge that she was there, so I turned and smiled.

“My mom forgot something in the car,” she explained with a shrug. “You just moved in, huh?”

As I said before, she was a cute kid. About twelve I thought. She had surprisingly short hair for a girl, a sweep of auburn across her brow and her ears and neck were bare of hair. She was wearing a girly little choker and a long-sleeved t-shirt with a plaid skirt over crimson and green leggings. She didn’t have any growth under that thin shirt, so maybe twelve was pushing it. Or maybe she was just a late bloomer.

“Yup,” I smiled. I indicated the deepening scarlets and purples of the sky and said, “I’m using the view as an excuse not to go in and start putting everything away.”

A tinkle of laughter. “Me and my mom moved in a few months ago. We’ve still got boxes full of stuff.”

“You’re filling me with confidence, kid,” I grinned. Then, “Well, I better get to it. Nice to meet you, neighbor. I’m Danny.”

“Oh! I’m Ethan,” she said. Wait, she said? I must have looked momentarily confused because he took sympathy on me and said, “I’m a boy.”

“Uhhh… of course you are,” I said awkwardly.

Another tinkle of what I now knew was boyish laughter, and he stepped forward and offered me his hand. I took it, feeling the warmth of it as we shook. He surprised me again with a firm handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Danny,” he said, and then he released my hand and walked past me to his condo, where the light swallowed him up with a cutesy little wave. I just stared after him, still feeling the warmth of his hand.

I was still thinking about Ethan as I put away the last of my flatware. I didn’t have any real plan for unloading boxes. After finding my sheets and pillows I just grabbed boxes as I came to them; the most recent had been marked ‘kitchen’.

I’m going to surprise no one reading this by disclosing that I’m a boylover. It’s the reason I didn’t pay Ethan much attention when I thought he was a she. Still, I liked boys. Not girls. Not girlish boys. I know there are a lot of fetishes and kinks in the disparate community of boylovers. You’ve got your foot fetishists, your B&D types, the humiliation and torture crowd, and of course the contingent of guys who prefer their boys to wear cute, frilly little dresses and talk about getting fucked in their ‘boy pussy’. If I wanted pussy, I’d go after girls or women. If I was going to be fucking anything, it would be a tight little asshole, and it would belong to a boy.

Not that I’d actually ever fucked a boy. I’d had a couple fingers in there over the years, and even tried rimming a boy, but I always worried about hurting them so I’d never broached the subject. I’d been with a number of boys over the years, but only three since turning eighteen. One of those had been a quick, week-long fling during a vacation down in Mexico. I was twenty-five now, and it had been over two years since I’d been with a boy.

Then suddenly, there was Ethan. I was really unsure how I felt about him. He was cute, I couldn’t deny that. Cute enough that I’d easily bought him as a girl. Of course, many boys that age have an androgynous or even effeminate look about them, but Ethan more than most. Or perhaps the clothes were just influencing my perception. After all, it wasn’t every day I saw a young boy in a skirt and leggings.

A girly boy. Huh. Well, surely he was gay, right? I mean, there’s so much talk about trans issues these days and all that, but it’s not something I’m really up on, if I’m being honest. Surely if a young kid likes to go around wearing girly clothes, he’s gay. Or maybe just a burgeoning transvestite. I knew they were often straight. It was confusing and yet another thing to occupy my thoughts.

I’d been with a boy when I was fifteen who was most certainly gay. Open and proud at fourteen. The rest of the boys from my own childhood, as well as one of the boys in my adulthood, were just typical boys; horny and mostly uncaring where they got off so long as they got off. Nice and uncomplicated. The Mexican kid had just been after my money, I’m sure. He hadn’t been a child prostitute or anything, just an opportunist. That left Luke, my last little boy lover, who had most definitely been gay and knew it when I’d met him at eleven. We hadn’t hooked up until he was twelve, but he’d been aiming for me for awhile by that point.

Hooking up with a boy was always problematic. I suppose anything that could get you sent to prison for a horrible number of years can tend to be viewed as problematic. So many things could go wrong. You were dealing with a younger person who didn’t always understand all of their feelings, which I suppose is why it’s illegal to begin with, but anyone who tells you kids are easy to manipulate into sex is either an idiot, or a soulless predator. Kids are a lot more savvy than they are given credit for, and they see through that kind of bullshit pretty well. I’d never had to manipulate any of the boys I’ve been with, as a kid or as an adult. They’ve all known what they wanted, or at least an idea of it, and I’d found that allowing them to take things at the pace with which they were comfortable was the safest and easiest road.

I wondered if Ethan were gay. Again. I was still wondering about it when I lay down for sleep.

Ethan wasn’t my first thought when I woke the next morning, but he was probably the second or third. I pulled on a pair of thin cotton jogging shorts and peed, then navigated through all the boxes into the kitchen. I didn’t have anything fresh in the fridge, so I had to settle for a power bar and a handful of dried Cheerios. I’d have to get to the grocery store.

I’d opened the drapes. I told myself it was so I could see the sun on the water, but really I was hoping for a glimpse of Ethan. Twice I’d glanced up as shadows passed by, but each time it turned out to be an adult neighbor. Neither had glanced at me.

Around noon, I decided to go to the grocery store. While I was driving I spotted a school bus and it hit me. It was April. Kids were still in school. No wonder I hadn’t seen Ethan. I felt a mild bit of uneasy guilt as I realized that I’d already decided to get online and check out school bell times for local schools as soon as I got home.

The problem, it turns out, is that I didn’t know what grade Ethan was in, so deciding what school he might attend was difficult. Assuming he was a bit younger than I thought, he might be in elementary school, which in this area started between eight and nine depending on the school, and let out between two and three. If he was a middle schooler, then they universally started at 9:40am and let out at 4:10pm.

Finally I gave myself a mental kick for obsessing over this kid I’d only met once and wasn’t even sure I was attracted to and got back to the onerous job of unpacking. I made decent progress through the afternoon, in spite of keeping an eye on the front windows. I still hadn’t seen any sign of him by three, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.

About three-thirty I saw a lady walk by. I was in the bedroom, which also had a window which looked out to the walkway. I was immediately sure she was Ethan’s mother. She seemed the right age, early to mid-thirties. Her hair was an almost identical shade of auburn and the quick look I had of her face somehow reminded me of him. Also, there were only four more condos that way before you reached the stairs, and why would she be taking the stairs?

I thought about going out quickly and introducing myself, but she was only two doors down and I didn’t think I could get to my door before she went through hers, and even if I did, it struck me as a bit desperate. I let it go and went back to work.

I was working on setting up my computer in the second bedroom, which would be my office. I work from home as a programmer, or a code monkey, as I prefer to think of myself. Luckily, I’m a skilled code monkey and my reputation as an independent contractor was good enough to keep me working and allow me to select my jobs and my hours.

I knew it was after four o’clock, as my eyes kept slipping to the clock. I wasn’t sure how long it would take him to get home. I was pretty sure I’d have noticed if Ethan’s mother had left to pick him up, so he was likely taking a bus. If his school let out at ten after four, it could take as little as maybe ten minutes and upwards of thirty probably to get home. I didn’t want to miss him.

As I worked and watched the clock I thought about just going out and waiting. I’d bought a lawn chair while I was out and I could grab a beer and just wait. It seemed a bit suspicious however. As it was, I nearly missed him. I’d gone ahead and grabbed that beer and I was in the kitchen when I saw him passing my windows.

I saw Ethan glancing into my window as he passed, but I’m not sure if he saw me. I raised a quick hand in greeting, but he didn’t react. He’d seemed polite last night, so I doubt he’d ignore me. I figured that the late afternoon light was bouncing off the window, making it difficult to see inside. I could only see the boy’s upper body, which was clad in a jeans jacket with pink lapels and a gray hoodie underneath. I got the impression that the shirt underneath that was white, but he passed too quickly. He’d worn a backpack of some sort.

And that was it for the day, I’m sad to say. I went out a couple of hours later, sitting in my chair and sipping a beer, but he didn’t make an appearance. I was even bold enough to sidle down the walk a bit and glance at his windows, but both sets showed closed blinds. I wondered if he slept in the front or back bedroom. I imagined him in bed at night with his curtains open and the moonlight playing over his delicate little body. I wondered if he wore boys briefs or if he took the whole girl clothes thing all the way and wore panties.

The next day was Wednesday. Now that I had an idea of his schedule, I was better able to plan for a ‘chance’ meeting. I got up earlier than my usual ten o’clock, rising a few minutes before nine. My Keurig gave me a nice cup of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, which I took outside with me. Then I planted myself in my new chair and waited.

I was taking only my third sip when I was rewarded by a sound off to my left. I glanced over to see Ethan emerging from his condo. Today he seemed to be wearing the same denim jacket from yesterday, with pink lapels and several little stickpins, featuring unicorns and kittens and other cartoony little characters. Underneath this was a pink t-shirt which also featured a cartoon unicorn. He was wearing another skirt, also in denim, which matched the jacket. Below that were brightly colored tights or leggings which I would almost describe as rainbow stripes, except that the only colors were black, dark blue, pink, yellow, violet and then light blue. They were stuffed into zebra striped high top sneakers.

“Hey,” I said with a smile, lifting my coffee mug in greeting. “Ethan, right?” As if I could have forgotten.

“Right,” he smiled. His voice was sweet.

“You must be heading off to school,” I said.

He walked closer, stopping only a couple of feet away. His skin was so soft and perfect. I noticed now that he was close that he had hazel eyes. His nose was a cute little thing, and his lips were so delicately pink that I wondered if he was wearing lipstick. I imagined from the bit of shine that he was wearing lip gloss at the least. I wondered if it tasted like strawberry. He had what I generally termed as chipmunk cheeks when he grinned. There was another choker around his neck, covering his immature Adam’s apple. He smelled of girlish perfume, a bit too sweet, like candy. Maybe it was strawberries, too.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning a bit to the side so that he could glance through my windows. “I guess you’re getting all unpacked, huh?”

“Getting there,” I allowed. “I hired movers to get it here. I should have hired someone to put it all away for me.”

“I could help, if you really mean it,” he said, the eagerness in his voice apparent.

That was intriguing. Get him alone in my apartment? Not that I’d make a move on him or anything, of course, but getting to know him would be nice, and getting him used to the idea of coming over was another great step.

“Well, if you really mean it, I’d be happy for the help,” I told him. “The move has put me behind on my work and I that’d really make things easier for me.”

“I could come over after school!” he said, bouncing on his toes.

“Okay,” I allowed, “but only if your mother is okay with it.”

“She will be,” he assured me.

“So how much do you think you’d want?” I asked.

He glanced down at a pink rubber watch on his skinny wrist, then looked pensively down towards the elevator. He bit his lip nervously, which I found adorable. “I really have to catch my bus. Can we talk about it later?”

“Sure,” I said, waving him down the hall. “Come see me after you’ve talked to your mom. Or bring her over if you like. I’d love to meet all my neighbors.”

“Okay, thanks, Danny,” he said, and he spun off down the hall, his My Little Pony backpack bouncing on his back.

All I could think about was that he’d remembered my name.

* * *

Another shopping trip got me a small table to set my coffee on outside the door. I’d noticed a need for it that morning. I also got new drapes for the bedroom. I wasn’t sure if the ones in there had been left by the last tenant or supplied by the condo association, but they were basically blackout curtains, and I didn’t want that much coverage.

In my mind I imagined young Ethan outside my window in the morning, staring in at me as I slept, me with morning wood on display. I got hard just thinking about it. Anyway, the new sheer curtains would provide the image of propriety while leaving me exposed to a determined viewer. Of course, I didn’t have the slightest idea that something like that would ever happen, but like I said, the thought excited me.

After returning, I got back to work on all the boxes. This time, however, I wasn’t doing much unpacking. It occurred to me that if this happened, and my young neighbor was going to be able to help me unpack, then the more things he had to unpack, the longer he’d be staying. So in actuality, I ended up repacking a few boxes. The only thing I wanted fully unpacked and set up was my office stuff, or at least those things I’d need to work. I wasn’t really behind on anything, as I’d slotted time for this move, but it made a great excuse and I needed to be working while Ethan was around to prove the need for his presence in the first place.

At four I went in and took another shower. I loved this new shower. It was nice and big and modern, with a fancy showerhead and different buttons and a temperature gauge. The best part was that it was directly opposite a section of wall which featured a floor to ceiling mirror. I’ve always loved watching myself naked, and my bouncing erection was proof of that.

At twenty-five I wasn’t in quite the shape I’d been at twenty, but I was still hanging in there. I was five foot nine, about a hundred and fifty-five pounds. Still lean and mean, although my belly was starting to round just very slightly. It was nothing a couple of weeks in a gym wouldn’t fix. Assuming I got myself to a gym.

I’ve never been a hairy guy, with my only body hair being the trail of hair leading from my naval to my pubic bush. I’ve got light brown hair, which I keep pretty short. My cock is a respectable six inches. A bit on the thicker side, and I’ve got a nice set of balls hanging below. I’m circumcised, which is okay with me, as I’ve never known anything else. I hear there’s a loss of sensation if you’ve been cut, but I find that hard to believe, considering how sensitive it can be down there. I squeezed my dick as I wondered whether or not Ethan might be cut. I knew I wouldn’t really care one way or the other, if I was every to get an answer to that question.

Twenty minutes later, dressed now in another, much newer, pair of jogging shorts and a plain, black t-shirt, I heard a light knocking at my door. Heart suddenly thumping in my chest, I took a deep breath, striving for casual.

I opened the door to find a grinning Ethan. He was dressed the same as he’d been that morning, minus the jeans jacket. The too small t-shirt underneath was pink and featured a little kid cartoon version of Deadpool astride a unicorn, apparently jumping over a rainbow with little puffy clouds on each end.

“Cool shirt,” I said.

His eyes lit up. “Thanks! It’s super cool.”

“Very,” I said, wondering if he’d seen the movie. It was a pretty intense movie for a twelve-year-old, I thought. Assuming he was twelve. Still, intense for whatever age he was.

“My mom is working,” he said, “but I talked to her and she said it’s okay. She just wants to talk to you first. Is that okay?” He held up his phone, an iPhone with a sparkly pink cover.

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll be happy to talk to her.”

He quickly dialed and then held it to his ear. After a moment he said, “Mom? I’m here with Danny.” A pause. “No, I’m still outside.” Another pause. “I said I would.” And another. “I promise, okay?” He nodded, then, “Okay, here he is,” and he held out his phone to me.

I took it while very softly asking him, “What’s your mom’s name?”

“Debbie,” he told me.

“Debbie?” I asked. “I’m your new neighbor, Danny Harkins.”

“Debbie Bradley,” she said to me. “Ethan tells me you want to hire him.”

“Honestly, I just thought it might be nice for him to earn a little walking around money. I know I always wanted to when I was a kid. It really would be helpful. I have a lot of work to do.”

We spent a few minutes talking. I told her about programming, she told me she was a nurse. She’d gotten stuck working a double shift, which was pretty common she told me, after she’d warmed to me a bit. I understood it was a sign of her trust. You don’t tell strangers that you leave your young kid alone until after 11pm on a school night.

I assured her I wasn’t a serial killer, and even volunteered to check in on Ethan on nights when she had to pull a double. She seemed genuinely grateful. Her husband, Ethan’s father, had died three years earlier, and the two of them were coping the best they could. They could only afford to live in the condo because it was owned by her father-in-law, who rented it to her for just enough to handle the fees and utilities.

Ethan grew a bit bored as we talked, and went to the railing, looking out over the water. He even had a girlish way of standing. I fantasized about running my hand up along the inside of his thigh, up underneath his skirt, and exploring what I might find up there.

Finally Debbie said, “Well, as long as you promise not to chop up his body and put it in a freezer, I suppose it’s okay.”

“Actually, I’ve got one of those Coleman coolers,” I joked. “A freezer would be way too awkward to move.”

Ethan turned and raised an eyebrow at that, seeming to have an idea what we were talking about. I said my goodbyes to his mother and hung up the phone, handing it back to him.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, kid,” I said. I stepped back and opened the door, waving him forward grandly. “M’lord,” I said.

He curtsied, giggled, and then entered my lair.

I can’t believe I said lair. How oddly dramatic. I offered Ethan a drink, and he took apple juice over the Mountain Dew I thought he’d choose. Then I made a play of going to my office and pretended to get back to work. I’d instructed him to just concentrate on moving boxes around based on their labels. Bedroom and clothes of course went to the bedroom, bathroom and vanity to the bathroom, etc.

After about ten minutes I realized it was too quiet. I went out to the living room to find Ethan bent over a box. His little skirt was pretty short, but of course the leggings covered anything I might have spotted. “I’ve got an Alexa in one of these boxes,” I told him. “If you find it we can get some music going in here.”

So we started searching for Alexa. In the meantime, I slowly got to know Ethan. He was indeed twelve, and was about to finish sixth grade in May. He told me he was a Scorpio, and followed that up with his opinion that astrology was pretty dumb. We agreed.

He talked a little about his dad, but just the facts and I could tell it was still a painful subject. Cancer had taken him, and he had lingered awhile with it. He really loved and admired his mother, which I liked. After a bit of unsuccessful searching, Ethan turned to me with a serious look.

“Danny?”

“Yeah?” I asked, sitting down a few feet away and giving him my attention.

He sat as well and I fought to keep my eyes from straying up his skirt. “You haven’t said anything.”

“About what?” I asked, although I had an idea.

“About how I dress,” he said.

“I said you had a cool shirt,” I reminded him.

“True,” he said thoughtfully. Then, “Most people say something.”

“Did you want me to say something?” I asked.

He gave a small shrug. “I don’t know. Just usually people say stuff.”

I took a thoughtful pause. “Like, mean stuff?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” he allowed, not meeting my eyes. He scratched at his leg, and I noticed for the first time that his short nails were painted pink.

“Like… your leggings clash with your sneakers?” I ventured.

He snapped a look at me, a bit shocked, and then burst into laughter. “You’re weird,” he said.

I grunted. “You’re the one wearing the zebra shoes,” I said.

He gave me a grin. Subject broached and apparently dealt with to his satisfaction, he went back to looking through boxes. We found Alexa a few minutes later in a box marked ‘Misc’, which was completely unhelpful when I thought about it.

We got the machine up and running and Ethan chose random pop music, which I mostly tried to ignore as I went back to working.

At seven o’clock, I once again talked to Debbie, and explained that I was ordering pizza and would love it if Ethan could help me with it, as a reward for his great work. She agreed and we sat around my living room, which sported a significantly lower number of boxes by then.

Finally, I said good-night to the boy, who assured me he’d be fine on his own until his mom got home. I did manage to get a promise out of him to come back the next day. Then I gathered up our paper plates, cleaned up a bit and did some more work before watching a bit of television and finally getting ready for bed.

A quick step outside onto the walkway after brushing my teeth showed that my sheer curtains, pulled closed as was only proper, showed my bed clearly with the light from the bathroom shining on it. Back in my bedroom I stripped completely and made a few casual sweeps through the house. When I got hard I realized that my casual didn’t seem all that casual anymore, so I turned off the light and slipped into bed.

My alarm woke me at nine. I’d thought about it the night before and decided that I wouldn’t get up and wait for Ethan with my coffee this morning. The idea of those sheer curtains was too tempting for me. So I waited, stretched out naked in my bed, my eyes bare slits, watching the full length mirror I’d mounted on the wall opposite me, which would give me a perfect view of the window above and behind me.

However, within a minute my cock was throbbing almost painfully. I worried about the kid seeing me like that. I was fine with him seeing my penis, but not all hard and scary looking. I wanted to seduce him a bit, not frighten him. I had no idea of his amount of sexual knowledge or his level of sexual awareness.

Rethinking my plan, I pulled up my sheet so that my right leg and naked hip were exposed, but my cock was covered. I examined my image in the mirror, satisfied. It was teasing, and the tent of my cock was clearly visible, but the naked aggression of my erection was hidden.

I nearly flinched about thirty seconds later when I saw him in the mirror. He was just a shadow through the window and the curtain, but I saw his arms lift and I knew he was holding his hands to the window to see better. He abruptly moved backwards a step, and then after a moment, he stepped forward again hesitantly and lifted his shielding hands to the window once more. I couldn’t help it, my cock jerked. I did my best to control my breathing, but my heart was beating with excitement, causing my cock to bob and twitch a bit.

Ethan stood there for maybe thirty seconds before I saw him look both ways, then he stared for another ten seconds or so before he disappeared from view. I gave it another five minutes to be safe. My cock remained as stiff as ever, and saying ‘fuck it’ mentally, I pulled back the sheet, grabbed my dick and jacked myself to a powerful orgasm, spraying my belly with hot goo.

End of Part 1

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Cost in Space

Adult/Youth, Boy/Woman Sex, First Time, Oral, Straight | Cost in Space

Cost in Space
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

June Harris, a.k.a. Jessica Harris, a.k.a. Dr. Z. Smith, sat in her bunk, her thoughts swirling. The Resolute. Somehow, in the middle of deep space, they’d found the Resolute. A captive of the Robinson family for seven months, Dr. Smith, as she preferred to think of herself, knew she’d be arrested the moment she set foot on the colony ship.

All her plans to somehow commandeer the Jupiter 2, to jettison the annoying Robinsons into the vacuum of space, were suddenly useless. She wasn’t ready, and she now wouldn’t have time to get ready. Her careful grooming of young Penny was going well, but that was a long-term plan. She knew the girl wasn’t yet ready to betray her parents and siblings. She still had loyalty to her family, and while Smith was sure she could have destroyed that bond eventually, she was once again stymied by the sudden lack of time.

The parents were out. Maureen was much too intelligent to be manipulated, and John too cynical. She thought perhaps she could get somewhere with Don West, given time. He was a weasel and a con man and she knew she could work with his greed, but again, there was no time. So what was she supposed to do? She had to find a chink in the Robinsons’ armor if she were going to survive, and she was going to survive. It’s what she did. Some called her a sociopath, a criminal, a madwoman. What she knew was that she was a survivor.

So where did that leave her? With the boy. Will. The boy was smart. Probably too smart for his own good. He didn’t have his damnable robot with him anymore though, and for all his brains, he was still a child. Children were easily manipulated. She grinned. Boy children were even easier. He was twelve now. Not the little boy who she’d met those many months ago. He was growing, and growing boys, twelve-year-old boys, well they thought of one thing. Imagine, being stuck on a ship in space, for months, with only your family. She figured the kid must be about ready to burst. There were no porn sites in space. In space, everyone could hear you cream.

She laughed at her joke. The problem with living in such tight quarters was that everyone knew your business, and a twelve-year-old boy had one singular focus. Oh, the frustration he must be feeling. Smith smiled. She could work with that. But could she? With a boy? She laughed again. Of course she could. She was a survivor.

Smith put her plan into motion immediately. She didn’t have time to dawdle. The Resolute was only days away. She’d wrap the little brat around her finger, get him slavishly devoted to her and then… well, and then the possibilities were endless. First she had to seduce him. Seduce a horny, sexually deprived twelve-year-old boy? Child’s play. Once again she laughed at her little joke.

Luck was with her. That night was Will’s night for bridge duty. The Jupiter 2 was fully automated. There was no reason for a bridge watch, as the computer would notify everyone if there were an issue, but the Robinson parents insisted. It was probably an effort to teach their kids responsibility or some such bit of nonsense. No matter, it would work perfectly into her plans.

First she just had to wait. Dinner was served at seven. Then the Robinsons sat around in the living area, playing games and talking until nine-thirty, when everyone went off for showers and other nighttime regimens. At ten o’clock, freshly showered (thankfully) and dressed in the default Jupiter jumpsuit, Will Robinson showed up for bridge duty. He was armed with a com pad and something steaming in a cup. Likely hot chocolate. Their coffee stores were dangerously low. All the more reason to get off the damnable ship.

Smith watched the boy through her small window. Her room was a converted lab near the bridge. The Robinsons thought she was locked up firmly inside, taken out only handcuffed and under guard, but in fact she’d had the run of the ship for months. Her little secret. She watched Will with a new eye, sizing him up as a sexual partner. He was right at five feet tall, and she’d guess just over a hundred pounds. He had a pleasing leanness to him, and a sweet baby face. She wondered if he’d even have any hair downstairs yet, feeling positively wicked at the thought. She’d never considered sex with a boy before, but she was also never above using sex to get what she wanted.

Taking the occasional quick peek through a sliver of curtain over her window, Smith prepared herself. There weren’t a whole lot of options for a woman in the lingerie department, so she did the best she could. She put on her best pair of panties, put on some deodorant and used a pair of scissors to adjust a smaller t-shirt, cutting off the sleeves, and the midriff, and giving it a scooped neck to show off some cleavage. Then she pulled off her bra and slipped into the shirt, checked herself in the mirror, and approving of her efforts, she waited just a bit longer. She wanted no chance that any other Robinson might wake up and check in on young Will.

The waiting was interminable, but Smith had to set the scene. She lay in the dark for nearly two hours, in no danger of falling asleep as her racing thoughts kept her alert. Finally, she deemed the time was right. Tousling her hair, checking herself in a mirror to make it look just right, she rose and went to the locked door of her room. There was a small window inset, and she knocked on it. She saw Will, who’s back was to her, jerk and turn.

Smith waved. “Will? I’m sorry, but I really have to… use the facilities.”

Will heard the muffled voice and nodded. He rose, stretching a bit after having sat for nearly two hours. A glance at the clock showed he had another two hours until he could log out and go to bed. None of the kids really questioned why the bridge had to be manned until 2am and then could be safely abandoned. It was just a thing. Will glanced around and spotted the handcuffs they used to secure the ‘doctor’ and retrieved them.

At the door, he keyed in the pass code and the lock disengaged. When the door swung open, he found his eyes widening. Dr. Smith was old, like in her forties or something, but seeing her there in her underwear, with her… breasts, practically falling out of her shirt, Will felt a stirring.

Smith grinned when she saw the boy staring, not moving at all. She faked a yawn and a stretch, knowing what it would do to her lean body. By the widening of the boy’s eyes, the effect wasn’t lost on him. “I’m sorry, Will,” she said. “I was sleeping, but then I had to tinkle.”

“Oh… yeah,” he said, quickly averting his eyes. Then he held up the cuffs.

“Oh, we don’t need those, do we?” she asked sweetly, stepping forward a bit, invading the boy’s personal space. She wasn’t a tall woman at 5’5”, but she still had nearly half a foot on the boy, putting her breasts very close to his eye level. “It makes it so difficult to… well, you know.” She glanced down, pleased to see that her nipples were stiff and poking saucily against the thin cloth of the shirt. She’d pinched and pulled them as Will was getting up from his chair, just for that purpose.

Will didn’t usually escort Dr. Smith. Penny was mostly in charge of the woman during the day, taking her to the bathroom, or out for a supervised walk along the shore outside the ship. He wasn’t exactly sure what all was involved with a woman using the toilet, but he knew that he wouldn’t want to be handcuffed while doing it. Biting his lip uncertainly, he said, “Okay, but you walk ahead.”

“Of course, dear boy,” Smith said with a sweet, fake smile. Then she proceeded out of the room towards the lavatory, swinging her hips in a way she hoped would captivate the boy’s attention. Pretending to stumble as she was rounding a corner, she was able to turn and see that indeed, the youngest Robinson’s gaze was locked squarely on her firm behind. Firm for her age at any rate.

She stood for a few moments in the bathroom, just biding her time, doing a mental countdown. After she figured a sufficient amount of time had passed, she washed her hands and then opened the door. The boy was waiting attentively.

“All done,” she said brightly. Then, as Will turned to head back toward the bridge, she reached out and lightly squeezed his shoulder. “You’re such a dear to escort me, Will. Thank you.”

“It’s okay,” the boy said. “It’s just my job, I guess.”

“I hate when I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night,” she said as she fell in beside him. “It’s so hard to get back to sleep afterwards. Don’t you find that to be true?”

“I usually get back to sleep pretty fast,” Will said, shrugging.

“Oh, not me,” she said airily as they walked along. “I can toss and turn for hours. It’s miserable.”

“I’m sorry,” the boy said uncertainly as they reached the door to her quarters.

“You know what always helps?” she said as she brushed passed him, making sure to rub her breasts against his shoulder. “A neck rub. A neck rub always relaxes me.” She turned back to him once she was in her room, pleased to see his eyes were once again on her breasts before flicking nervously away. She realized he wasn’t going to respond, so she went ahead and said, “I don’t suppose you’d rub my neck for me, would you, Will?”

“I…” he began dubiously.

“I’ll just lie down here,” she said, getting into her bunk face down. “And you just give my neck a little rub. I’d be so appreciative.”

“I don’t…” he mumbled.

“Please, Will,” she said sweetly. “I’d be so grateful. You wouldn’t want me tossing and turning all night, would you?”

“I… I guess,” he said. “For just a minute though.”

“A minute is all I need,” she said, a sly look in her eyes.

Will stepped tentatively into the room, and even more gingerly sat himself on the side of her bunk where she’d indicated. She helpfully pulled her hair aside, exposing the back of her neck, and then turned her head away from him, thinking it would make him less nervous.

“Here?” Will asked, and she felt his slim fingers on the back of her neck.

“Yes,” she sighed, relaxing, knowing her plan was working.

The boy’s fingers began to work at her neck, slowly at first, and then gaining more confidence. She was surprised by how nice it felt.

“You really have a lovely touch,” she sighed. “So gentle.”

“Thanks?” the boy said.

“Mmm, right there,” she sighed languidly as the boy rubbed his thumbs along her spine. Surprised, she felt a little tingle down below. Maybe this seduction wouldn’t have to be all business after all.

After a couple of minutes, Will’s hands slowed and he said, “Maybe I should get–”

“Just a little longer,” Smith said hurriedly. “I’m feeling so relaxed. I think if you just did a couple of minutes more I’d sleep like a baby.” Then, “Maybe you could go just a little lower?”

“Lower?” the boy asked.

“Down my spine,” she said. “Here, let me make it easier for you,” she said, reaching up and back so she could get hold of her t-shirt and pull it up over her head. “There we go,” she said, lying back down again.

She waited. Nothing happened for long moments. All she could hear was the boy’s slightly more rapid breathing. A slow smile curled along her lips.

Softly, she said, “Will?”

More silence, then “Uh… okay.”

Then his hands were back. Still up on her neck, but moving very slowly downward. “That’s nice,” she breathed, settling into the mattress. Lower and lower the hands roamed, faster and faster the boy’s breathing came, warmer and warmer the area between her legs grew. Smith found herself rubbing her thighs together, and was surprised at herself. Apparently the boy wasn’t the only one feeling deprived.

“Mmm, that’s lovely,” she growled. “Perhaps you could do my front,” she said, and turned over.

Will’s eyes widened in alarm, but were locked on her breasts. He began to flinch backward, but Smith reached out and grasped his right wrist, holding him fast.

“It’s okay, Will,” she said softly, then pulled his hand to her left breast. “I don’t mind.”

She saw the panic in the boy’s face. Felt it in the stiffness of his hand. Heard it in the sharp intake of his breath. Then he swallowed visibly, eyes roving over her body, and she felt his hand gently squeeze.

“I… can’t…” the boy whispered, and he applied the slightest bit of pressure in his arm, as if he’d pull away.

Smith held his wrist tightly, her stiff nipple pressing against his smooth palm. “You have to learn sometime,” she said softly. “It’s basic biology. We’re both scientists.”

The pull against her wrist stopped and the boy finally met her eyes with a slightly sour look. “You’re not a scientist,” he said.

“Maybe,” she shrugged with a smile, “but I’m a woman. I can teach you things, Will Robinson.” She squeezed the top of his hand over her breast. “Things your mother or sisters certainly won’t teach you.” Now she pulled his hand downward, sliding it over her bare stomach. “Things nobody else will teach a twelve-year-old boy.” Then she pressed his hand there, between her legs, letting him feel the damp heat of her, feeling herself tense as he pressed against her sex. She spread her larger hand over his, holding him down while she pressed up against him, writhing, feeling the pressure of one of his fingers against her clit.

He licked his soft lips nervously, eyes back on her breasts. “I… shouldn’t,” he whispered, but he made no move to pull his hand away.

She replaced her right hand with her left, not holding him there now, as he seemed to no longer have any intention of moving it, but simply stroking the back of it with her fingers as he lightly squeezed. With her right hand now free, she reached out and placed it on his right calf. The boy was sitting on her bed with his left foot on the floor and his right leg crooked beneath him. She slid her hand up along his calf, to his thigh, and then higher still. As she neared his crotch, she felt him tense.

“There are lots of things we shouldn’t do,” she said with a seductive growl, “but those are usually the things that are the most fun.” With that she slid her hand to the boy’s crotch. She could feel his hardness through the cloth, and the boy stiffened with a gasp and a squeeze of her own crotch. “I can teach you soooo many things, Will Robinson,” she breathed, her fingers finding the slender length of him, tracing it through the cloth of his jumpsuit. “My, what a… big boy,” she said with a smile, not imagining twelve-year-old boys were any different than grown men when it came to their cocks and their egos.

“I… I think I should…” the boy began, moving to stand.

Smith allowed it, then quickly swung her feet to the ground and trapped him between her legs. She grabbed his slim hips, pulled him around to face her squarely. She could just barely make out the bulge of his excitement. “What you should do,” she said silkily, “is learn to relax a little bit.” She reached up and gripped the zipper of the boy’s jumpsuit. She began to slowly draw it downward. “Enjoy life a little bit.”

The zipper slid lower and lower. The boy stood there, not moving except for his heavy breathing. Smith smiled as the cloth spread, exposing the boy’s smooth chest. Lower and lower, his stomach now revealed. Lower still, low enough for Smith to see the waistband of navy blue briefs. Will shivered as she pulled the zipper the last few inches, her fingers pressing against his hidden hardness. Parting the cloth with her left hand, she took his thin erection between the thumb and forefinger of her right. The boy gasped.

“You don’t want to leave right now, do you?” she asked, her fingers riding him through the thin cloth of his briefs, her head leaning forward to touch his stomach, her breath hot against his groin. “Not when we’re having so much fun.”

Will just gave a shuddering moan.

Grinning in satisfaction, Smith rose languidly to her feet. She watched as the boy’s eyes once more locked to her breasts. She knew they looked much better with her standing than they would have when she was lying down. She had a bit of sag after more than four decades, but not much, and the boy wouldn’t likely know better.

“Do you like those?” she asked, running her hands down along his arms. He nodded and she took his wrists, bringing them upward so that he was cupping her modest tits in his small, soft hands. “That’s right,” she purred. “Mmmm, like this,” she said, showing him how to lightly pinch her nipples. “That feels so nice.”

While he was occupied, she reached her hands up and began to push the jumpsuit out and down, revealing slender shoulders. Downward then, until the boy had no choice but to release her long enough to free his hands, and then they were right back to her breasts, squeezing, caressing, pinching. Despite herself, Smith felt herself growing excited. She hadn’t felt a man’s touch in over a year, and it turned out a boy’s touch was just as exciting. Perhaps even more so; she was always a bit more excited when she knew she was being particularly… deviant.

Smith slid her hands down along the boy’s slender flanks, the jumpsuit moving down and down, until it hit his hips and gravity took over, bunching them down around his thighs. Will paused, looked down as if surprised to see himself so exposed. Between his legs, she could see the straining length of him in his dark briefs.

Gripping the boy by the shoulders, she spun him, taking his place while the back of his legs hit her bed. A bit of downward pressure and he sank to a sitting position. She followed him down, sinking to her knees before him. “Let’s get this off you,” she said, lifting his left foot and pulling off a sneaker, then grabbing the cuff and pulling his foot through. She quickly did the same with the right, leaving him sitting on her bunk in just his navy underwear.

A quick glance showed her the fear and excitement in the boy’s doe-like brown eyes. She smoothed her hands gently over his smooth, hairless thighs. “There’s no reason to be nervous, Will,” she said softly. Her hands moved higher. “I’ll take good care of you.” Higher and higher, her thumbs skipping over his erection like a whisper and then she was pushing him backward. He went to his back.

“That’s right,” she said, her hands playing along the skin right above his waistband. She watched the rapid rising and falling of his stomach, grinning in triumph. She had him. Grinning, she ran her fingers downward, feeling his small erection slide beneath her hands. She cupped him then with the sides of either thumb, pressing her hands together while the boy moaned.

Smith slid her thumbs lower then, tracing the small lump of his scrotum, then back up over his throbbing young penis. “So many lessons to learn,” she said, finally hooking her fingers into the boy’s waistband and tugging downward. She breathed a sigh of satisfaction as his preteen cock was revealed. The faint atmospheric lights were just enough to show her the presence of a few silky hairs at the base of young Will’s penis. She was surprised. She was also surprised by his dick.

It was bigger than she’d have guessed. Of course, she really had no idea what to expect. She remembered seeing a boy or two naked when she was a little girl, but they had been little boys themselves. Seven or eight, but not much older. She hadn’t seen another naked boy until she was fifteen, and he’d been seventeen, and full grown. Down there at least. She’d had no idea what a twelve-year-old might look like. He was about four inches long, if she had to guess. Thin. Certainly less than an inch thick. Perhaps three-quarters. He was circumcised, the little acorn head wider than the slender shaft. In the dim light it was difficult to make out the color and amount of pubic hair, but she wouldn’t guess he had more than a dozen, and they didn’t seem to have any curl to them.

Smith quickly skinned off the boy’s briefs, leaving him completely naked. He just lay there like a lump, breathing heavily, his little penis twitching. “You’re so beautiful,” she said, stroking her hands up along his thighs, rising higher on her knees. She could see that his eyes were closed. She hooked the index finger of her right hand around the base of his slim erection, pulling it upright while her left explored the tiny hairs, sliding them between her fingers.

The boy’s small cock felt decidedly pleasant in her hand, as she slowly wrapped her fingers around it. She’d always been a bit fascinated by male genitals. So hard and yet so soft. Strong, and yet delicate. She considered them the perfect tool, to be used to get what she wanted. Sex was most often for her a transaction. She gave the man what he wanted, and she got what she wanted in return. She was very good with this particular tool.

Cupping his tiny, hairless nuggets in her left palm, she slowly stroked her right hand up along the four-inch length of Will Robinson’s twelve-year-old penis. She rubbed her thumb against the little nerve cluster in his frenulum and watched him squirm. “You like that?” she asked, and smiled when his eyes opened, seeing her holding that most personal and precious part of him. To her surprise, she felt a hint of wetness against her thumb, and looked down to see a tiny dollop of precum leaking for the boy’s piss slit. She grinned. Young Will was just full of surprises.

Smith circled her thumb through that slippery liquid, spreading it in circles all around the boy’s sensitive glans. He shuddered.

“Sm… doctor… I…,” the boy gibbered.

“Am I making your precious little penis feel good?” she asked, her fist sliding down the length of him until just the small, pink head was poking out. She grinned at his hesitant nod. “You’ve been playing with your new little toy for months I’d bet,” she said teasingly, her hand riding slickly up and down his short length, feeling it throbbing. “Playing with it in your bed at night. Stroking it in the shower. Admit it.”

“I… I do,” he gasped, head falling backward again as her hand picked up speed.

“But this feels so much better, doesn’t it?” she teased. “Someone else’s hand on your little cock. Stroking you…” she gave a long, pregnant pause, then continued softly, “…sucking you?”

Will gasped and lifted his head again, just in time to see Smith lowering her head.

Smith felt a moment of pure joy as she felt the spongy little head of Will Robinson’s cock sliding past her lips. This was her favorite part. Smith was all about power and control, and a woman never had more power, or more control, then when she had a man’s cock in her mouth. Or a boy’s, she supposed. A cock was a cock. Will’s was the smallest she’d ever had in her mouth, but not by much. As her lips settled against the lightly-haired base, he barely reached the entrance to her throat. As she settled her lips around his slim shaft, the realized there was something especially nice about Will’s preteen penis. Something about the size and the way it seemed to fit almost perfectly in her mouth. She was once again surprised by a throbbing of excitement between her legs.

Will’s childish gasps and moans was really revving Smith’s engines. Was there something wrong with her? she wondered. Well, she knew there was, but was there something more wrong with her? Was it just the youngest Robinson, something about him in particular that was turning on like this, or would she feel like this with any twelve-year-old boy? Was she one of those ladies? She had to admit there was something… pleasing, about the boy’s undeveloped body. About his smooth limbs and silky, hairless flesh. He even smelled different than a man; musky in a way that said male, but with a wild freshness she couldn’t identify. Even the taste of his leaking precum, normally a sort of oily bitterness, was tinged with a strange sweetness. As she listened to his high-pitched groans of pleasure, she couldn’t help sliding a hand down between her legs, pushing aside the crotch of her panties and sliding two fingers into her wetness. She gasped around the skinny little boycock.

Smith drew up off the boy’s cock, till just the small head remained, and she swirled her tongue around it while her lips formed a seal and she applied a bit of suction. Then she was swallowing him again, easily, then back to the top. Will’s hands were clenched into fists at his sides, bunches of sheets being gripped tightly. His whole body was a thrumming board, stiff-limbed, panting. Apparently he reached a point where he could no longer control himself, and with a boyish gasp he began to pump his skinny hips, driving his preteen cock into her mouth again and again. Smith continued to work her fingers rapidly in and out of her hungry hole while she allowed the boy to fuck her mouth. She found herself eager to taste his boycum.

“I… I have to…” Will gasped. “I better… I’m gonna…”

Wanting the boy to have no doubts of her intentions, but not willing to take her mouth off the delicious little cock to tell him, she reached out with both hands and gripped his hips, began to urge his awkward thrusts, pulling him into her mouth again and again, sucking harder at his excited little dick. With a frantic gasp, the boy stiffened, his cock jerking mightily in her mouth as she felt his hot, watery seed blasting against the roof of her mouth, and then down her throat as she swallowed him to the root, holding him there while he painted her throat with his boyish emission.

Smith pulled back, the boy’s spit and cum soaked dick sliding wetly from her mouth. She was working her tongue around, savoring the sweetness of the boy’s immature jizz. A twelve-year-old boy had just cum in her mouth. Hell, Will Robinson had just cum in her mouth. What’s more, she’d loved it. Maybe, she decided, when she finally managed to get rid of the Robinsons permanently, she’d keep young Will around. Let him put that adorable little cock of his to good use. The thought of Will as her sex slave made her smile happily.

“How was that, Tiger?” she asked, taking a long lick of the boy’s penis as she crawled up onto the bed, straddling him.

“I…” Will began dazedly.

Smith couldn’t help it. She snickered. Young Will Robinson, always with something to say, struck dumb by a blowjob. Savoring her power over him, she hurriedly peeled off his panties. The boy didn’t even notice, staring up at her blurry-eyed. She lowered her body until her tits were rubbing against his chest. She wondered how long it would be till she could fuck him and complete her hold over him. Maybe she’d get him to eat her…

Smith paused in her thoughts as she lowered her body still further. Directly under her swollen mound was an insistent stiffness. She rubbed her pussy against it experimentally. She hadn’t been mistaken. A bit astonished, she rose to her knees, looking down. There it was. The twelve-year-old’s cock, just as stiff as ever, hovering over his mostly hairless groin. She supposed it was true, what they said about the stamina of young guys. She grinned wickedly. This would go even faster than she’d hoped.

She fisted the slender stalk. “Seems you’re already ready for round two,” she said, straddling his hips.

The boy just stared up at her, eyes wide. “Are we gonna… do that?” he asked.

She leaned over and grinned at him. “We’re going to do so many things,” she assured him, looking down, situating his cock properly. Distracted, she said, “And we’ll have so much time to do them.” Then he was right there, right where she wanted him, and she allowed herself to sink downward.

Smith hissed as the boy’s cock filled her. And it did fill her. In way she hadn’t imagined possible. Yes, it had been awhile, but the twelve-year-old’s cock was nowhere near to what she’d imagined would be a satisfactory size. Yet, as she felt that slender shaft drive into the heat of her, she felt wonderfully full. She settled onto him with a sigh, all four inches throbbing inside her, twitching, causing her to shiver with sensation. She looked down to see him staring up at her, his mouth open, his breathing shallow.

“So fucking good,” she said, forgetting to curb her language. She ground down on him, squirming in circles, feeling that preteen cock moving around inside her. She leaned forward, putting her hands on his smooth chest, then rose, slowly, till just the tip of him remained quivering just inside her entrance, before sliding back down.

Smith began to ride the boy then. Her hips working rhythmically, working herself up and down on the slim cock, shivering as it slid in and out of her. Will’s hands rose to her breasts, squeezing, his own hips beginning to move. Then he surprised her.

“Can… can I do it?” he suddenly asked.

Smith stilled, staring down at him, feeling his youthful cock jerking inside her pussy, inflaming her. The boy wanted to fuck her. My, my. She knew she had him. She could tell by the look in his eyes, by the powerful pulsing of his pubescent cock inside her. He would do anything for her. Maybe she wouldn’t even have to wait until they got to the Resolute. She’d thought perhaps she could get young Will, so adept with computers, to help her hack their system, change some her information, delete anything incriminating, but now seeing the naked lust in the boy’s eyes, she thought perhaps her dream of taking control of the Jupiter 2 could still be realized. Sure, the boy would be sad after she’d jettisoned his family into the cold reaches of space, but he’d get over it. Especially armed with the knowledge that he could plug that adorable little cock of his into her whenever he liked. Well, whenever she liked.

Smiling, Smith drew herself upward until Will’s slick little cock slipped from her pussy, slapping wetly against his downy-haired groin. “You can do whatever you like,” she said in a sultry tone. “You’re in charge.”

As Will moved, she slid into his place, settling herself on the bunk, spreading her legs for him. As he rose, she realized what a beautiful ass the boy had. So smooth and firm, rising high and rounded. Gorgeous. His little pecker bounced stiffly before him as he stood. She watched as he bent over. Probably removing his socks, she realized. Then he was climbing onto the bed, between her legs. She opened her arms to welcome him.

As Will settled over her, she helpfully reached down between them, gripping his small cock and guiding it home. She sighed as the stiff thing slid inside her. “That’s it, baby,” she moaned, reaching around to grab that magnificent ass. She pulled him tight, feeling all four inches of boycock thrumming inside her. Then she lifted herself, putting her lips near his ear and whispered, “Now fuck me.”

Will Robinson slowly turned his head to face her, his soft brown eyes meeting hers. His arms stretched out, trapping her right wrist. He smiled, an odd smile, part sad, part triumphant, and said, “That’s the plan.”

Smith gasped as she felt a sting on the back of her neck. Before she could do anything, Will had trapped her other wrist. He began to thrust himself into her then, making her gasp. What was the sting? A muscle twitch? It was gone now, and she began to lose herself in the sensation of being fucked by the preteen boy. His small cock was driving into her so forcefully, rocking her, sending sparks through her clit.

Did her neck feel numb? She twisted her neck, testing. As she glanced to her left, she saw Will’s hand on her wrist. Was he wearing a glove? Suspicious, she turned back to face him. He was staring down at her as he drove his cock into her again and again. There was a look in his eye.

Smith didn’t know what was happening, but she was canny enough to realize she wasn’t imagining it. She went to push the boy off her, but found she didn’t have the strength. She panicked, trying to buck, but Will just continued to drive himself into her, pumping his hips, his four inches hammering her with more strength than she’d have credited him with before.

Suddenly Will was rising to his knees. He adjusted himself so that his young cock was still buried inside her. He then leaned down, reached behind her head. She felt nothing. Pulling back, he presented something to her. In his hand was a long, brownish yellow leaf. She knew that leaf. Her eyes widened in alarm.

“You!” she accused, but even her fear and outrage were weak.

Will nodded, still sliding his cock in and out of her. He said softly, “The toxin is already working inside you. I’d imagine you’re already having trouble breathing.”

She was. Oh God, she was. Her eyes widened in panic. The leaf was from the planet they’d just left. It was part of a kelp or seaweed that had attacked Don West. The man had nearly died, and would have if it hadn’t been for Judy. He was still weakened. Smith had collected it from the trash, knowing it would come in handy somehow. She’d kept it in a book given to her by Penny. That stupid book the girl had written, the book Smith had lied and said she’d loved in an attempt to manipulate the simple-minded twit.

“You have…” she swallowed. It was difficult to swallow. “You have to get Judy,” she gasped. Judy acted as the ship’s medical officer.

Will shook his head sadly, but didn’t stop fucking her. She could see the tension in his body, the twisted pleasure on his cherubic young face. “I’m not sure what you were planning, but I know you wouldn’t do this with me without a reason. I knew you were saving the leaf. You’d have used it on one of us,” he said. “Hurt us. Killed us. Maybe me.” He continued to drive his young cock into her. Voice straining, he continued, “I’ve seen your mock up of the Jupiter controls,” he said. “I saw you take the leaf out of the trash.”

Seeing the question in her eyes, Will explained, “I’ve got the whole ship rigged with cameras. You didn’t really think you could have the run of the ship without me noticing, did you?”

“But, I… your parents…” she said, gasping herself, but for different reasons. She realized she couldn’t even feel the boy’s cock moving inside her now.

“They’ll be upset. A bit. Then they’ll realize you were going to use the plant on us somehow. It’s tragic that you handled it improperly and died from your own trap, but they’ll get over it.”

He was really going to let her die, she realized, her mind gibbering madly at her. Her eyesight was dimming around the edges, but she could still see his lean young body driving into her, see the sweaty strain of his body as he pumped his cock into her again and again. It couldn’t end like this! She’d… she’d… what could she do?

Will’s breathing had grown erratic, as had hers. The rhythmic thrusting of his hips stuttered, and with her dimming vision, she saw him gasp, his mouth wide, his eyes rolling into his head, and then he was straining forward, and although she felt nothing but a vague pressure, she knew he was emptying himself into her, filling her with his boyish seed, a seed which would find no purchase, would find no life in which to grow.

Sighing, Will slid back and settled himself on his heels. Between his legs, his cock slowly deflated, leaking a last drop of watery cum onto the sheets below. Smith, eyes still wide, gave a final, shuddering breath.

Rising, Will collected his clothes. He pinched the leaf with the surgical glove and dropped it on the bed next to Smith’s body. He considered dressing her, but wasn’t sure he could make it look natural. Well, at least the panties, he decided. After struggling to slide them into place on her, he half covered her with the sheet and took a final glance around. Then, naked, he went back to his room. Bridge duty was over, and the ship was safe.

The End

Yes, really! This is it. The End. No more chapters will follow. Not written by me, nor by Rwxxx13. Sadly, he passed away and will never write another story or chapter. Even though I think it deserves a decent ending, I’ll never write an end to it. I don’t want to touch this genius writer’s work, because I know I’ll never do it justice. But please! Feel free to do so yourself, and send it to me and I might end up posting it here!

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Adult/Youth, Boy/Woman Sex, Incest, Oral, Straight

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Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Hey… you.

You know, whoever you are. Probly I’ll be the only one listenin’ to this, but I can’t just say ‘Hi, Dash’, cuz that’s talking to yourself and ever’body knows that means you’re crazy. My mom said I should start makin’ this journal thing, ‘cuz I’m gonna be super famous some day and people’ll wanna know what I thought about when I was a kid. Shit, I barely care about what I think about, so I doubt anybody else will. Still, you know, she’s my mom and she’s right sometimes, and anyway she said to do it so… this is me doin’ it.

So, in case you’re not me, you probly don’t know who I am. No, wait, that’s dumb. If you didn’t know who I was you wouldn’t even be listenin’ to this. Unless you’re like a alien or from the future and you like found this an you wanna know what humans were like. Or humans in the past or… whatever. So… who am I?

Well, right now my name is Dash Yomada. Well, probly I’ll always be Dash Yomada. Why wouldn’t I be? Okay, that’s dumb. Start over. Geez, Dash. What I kinda was gonna say is I’m Dash Yomada. My real name is Dasha, but nobody calls me that ‘cept my mom. She’s Russian. So Dasha is a Russian name. It’s a boy’s name though, which I gotta keep tellin’ people if they hear my name is Dasha, so that’s mostly why I call myself Dash. Plus it sounds cooler. Like from The Incredibles. That’s a movie. Anyways, right now I’m eleven. I’m a boy. You probly know that ‘cuz I sound like a boy an my name is Dash an I just said it was a boy’s name, but if you’re a alien you maybe wouldn’t know that, an if you’re from the future, maybe you guys all have girl’s names or somethin’. Or maybe you’re aliens from the future and your name is like Zrfrekerberflurb. Dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Start over, Dash.

Hello! I’m Dash Yomada, a eleven-year-old boy, which is a male, from Earth an it’s 2021. Male means I got a dick instead of a vagina. Which is girls. Uh… hmm. I don’t know what else to say. This is so dumb, Mom, in case you’re listenin’ to this. I got blond hair, which is… blond hair means it’s like yellow. In case you’re a alien. Okay, I gotta stop doin’ the alien thing cuz then I gotta describe everything an that’ll take forever. So, I’m a blond kid. I don’t know how much I weigh. I think when I got measured last I was four-foot-nine. Or eight. Maybe. I’ll ask my mom later. I got brown eyes. Uhhhh, that’s it I guess.

Oh! Uh… my mom says I’ll be famous ‘cuz I already am a little bit an she thinks I’ll be more famous later when I’m old. I’m a model, which, yeah, sounds like I’m stuck up or somethin’, but I’m not. I mean, I know I’m handsome or cute or whatever, but it’s not like I can help it.

Okay, so it’s like this… See, my mom was a model, too. When she was young, like a girl. She started bein’ in magazines and stuff when she was thirteen, an’ she was a model for awhile. Then she started to be a photographer instead and she photographed other models. So… yeah.

Okay, and my dad… wait, I said my mom’s Russian, right? Okay, so she’s Russian, and my dad was Japanese. He’s dead. He blew his brains out. My mom tried to tell me he died in a plane crash, but, like, internet. Hello? So, yeah, I know he blew his brains out. That should make me sad or somethin’, but I was four and so I hardly remember him. Anyways, he was a banker or somethin’ and he stole a bunch of money from where he worked. There’s a word for it, but I don’t remember it. Like… embellishment or something. Anyway it means he stole a bunch of money, so we were rich when I was little, but I don’t remember it. So anyways he got caught stealin’ and they took a bunch of our money but not all of it and then my dad didn’t want to go to jail or whatever. Mom says it’s about honor, which is a big deal with Japanese people like my dad was, so anyways, he shot hisself.

Okay. Uh… where am I? So… me, an’ my mom, an’ my dad. Anyways, my mom was like a pretty famous photographer. I seen her pi’tures ’cause she has like magazine covers that she did on our wall. Plus there’s tons of pi’tures on the walls from when she was a model, too. In both places, because I forgot to say we got two houses. Well, one is really an apartment. It’s in New York, but I think there that apartments are pretty much like houses in other places. Our other house, which is a real house, is in Valencia. That’s near Madrid, in Spain. I like Valencia better. They are both pretty noisy I guess, but Valencia has nicer people and doesn’t smell like pee everywhere.

Oh, we’re not rich anymore. Even though we got two houses. That’s part of the stuff we didn’t have to give back when my dad stole that money. Mom says we’re comfortable, which I guess in money means we’re not homeless or somethin’ an I get a allowance. I make money modelin’ now, but Mom says it’s all goin’ to a bank account for when I’m a grownup. So anyways I get twenty bucks allowance a week if I make my bed and do other stuff. Plus I get free stuff for being a model, so that’s cool.

So… okay, I said my dad died. Killed hisself. An’ I was four. So my mom I guess was pretty sad for a long time. I kinda remember her bein’ sad when I was a little kid, but not really. She’s not sad now. But anyways, because she was sad or whatever, she wasn’t doin’ photography anymore. Then like two years ago she said she got the bug, which means she wanted to start takin’ pi’tures again. So mostly she just started takin’ pi’tures of me, since she mostly took pi’tures of models before like I said.

So then, after awhile she started postin’ pics. Like on IG an Facebook and stuff. Anyways, I guess people liked ’em, so then she made a page on Insta just for me. She makes me write stuff on all the pics. That’s part of my chores like. So if we’re like on the beach in the pi’ture, then I have to write somethin’ like, ‘Here’s me on the beach!’ or somethin’ lame like that. I try to think of good stuff to write, but I can’t all the time so I just write somethin’ dumb like that. Mom doesn’t care ’cause she just says it has to be from me so people online like me more or somethin’.

So anyways, that’s how I mostly got to be a model. I don’t think it counted when it was just my mom takin’ pi’tures, because she’s just my mom even if she is a real photographer. Anyways, because she was doin’ pics and stuff online, then some companies started sayin’, like, ‘If you wear our stuff you can keep it or whatever’. That’s how I said I get free stuff. But then it was other photographers who wanted to take pics of me, like for catalogs or ads or whatever. So that’s how I became a real model.

Bein’ a model is cool I guess. We get to travel around a lot, because sometimes we go where they want to take pi’tures. So I been to like Japan, an’ Berlin, an’ Paris, an’… oh, an’ Moscow. That was really cool. It was cold there. Oh an’ in Saint Petersburg which is the one in Russian even though there’s another one in Florida. I didn’t go there to work but ’cause that’s where my mom is from an too because my Babka lives there. That’s Russian for grandma. I only met her a few times, but she’s nice and she always bakes medovik for me, which is like a honey cake that’s really great.

So anyways, we get to go all over so I can do modeling. Mom always comes with because… well, okay, first the sex stuff. Okay, not really… okay, not at first anyways. Okay, so… okay, when my mom first started doin’ pics of me, like especially on Instagram, there was always these creepy guys who’d leave dirty comments. See, because my mom takes lots of pictures of me in tiny shorts, or swim trunks, or underwear or whatever. I never used to think about it or whatever ’cause that’s just what I wore all the time anyways. But anyways they used to leave all these nasty comments about how much they wanted to fuck me or suck my dick or lick me all over and all kinds of weird shit. My mom always deletes those comments, ’cause she’s in charge of my IG account. She says she’s gonna ban those people, but she never really does. She does delete the comments though, but after awhile I figured out she just wasn’t doin’ it right away. So, like two or three days later.

Mom says her pi’tures are provocative. That’s her word. Really she’s just teasin’ people. I mean, I know that people wanna fuck me or whatever. An’ sometimes when we get modelin’ gigs in places it’s just really ’cause whatever guy there just wants to fuck me. I never let them, but I mostly let them suck me off. I been doin’ that for awhile. Since I was ten anyways. At first it was just sorta funny, or gross. They’d always give me money though, or some kinda cool present. Mom just mostly pretends it’s not happenin’, but she knows really. I mean, she sucks me, too, so she can’t really say anything. She was the one who sucked me first. She says it’s so I can go to sleep better.

Anyways, my mom is yellin’ at me now ’cause I gotta go get my bath. I’ll maybe talk more before I go to bed.

* * *

Dash set down the portable recorder his mom had provided for his journals and made his way to the bathroom in his mom’s room. They both preferred it to the hall bathroom, who’s tub wasn’t as luxurious. He was an incredibly attractive boy by any standard. His mixed parentage lent him exotic looks. Coupled with his youth, fitness and knowing and cultivated sensuality, he was eye-catchingly stunning. Even at home he moved with a sort of animal grace.

Karina Yomada, nee Boyarov, was thirty-two and still stunning in her own right. At five-ten, she still had a taut, lean, long-legged body and could easily pass for a woman in her mid-twenties. Sharp cheekbones, a face that was just shy of perfect symmetry, which only enhanced her beauty, she was almost always the center of every male’s attention wherever she went. Unless she was with her son, who somehow drew the eye of even people who would never think of themselves as someone who could be sexually attracted to a boy.

Karina didn’t mind the attention her son received. In fact, she banked on it. Literally. Dash had always been an adorable boy with striking features. Over the last couple of years she had trained him, styled him, molded him inside and out into a little creature of devastating sensuality. Many of the people who saw photos of her son, a combination of him and her admitted artistic ability, may not have known exactly why they wanted to look at him and follow him, but he did that to people. Even to her.

Karina could admit, at least to herself, to having always had a perhaps inappropriate level of attraction to her son. By the time the boy was nine or ten, that attraction had turned to something much closer to lust. His bathtimes, an activity she’d always enjoyed, perhaps a bit too much, she began to truly look forward to each day so that she might indulge her growing lust by stroking his gorgeous body. His little penis, always a source of fascination, began to fuel those lusts.

It wasn’t just about satisfying her own sexual desires however. Part of her behavior was calculated. As the idea of using Dash as her muse grew, and the idea of presenting him to the world, and perhaps improving their lot in life thereby, she reasoned that he’d need something more than just good looks. There were many beautiful little boys around the world. By introducing Dash to his sexuality, by feeding it and indulging it, she infused into him an aura of pure eroticism that came through in every photo she took. The fact that she got to satiate her own desires was just icing on the proverbial cake.

Karina had always masturbated her son. Oh, it wasn’t really overt when he was younger, but his little penis always responded to her touch in the bath, and he would often get his ‘feels’ as she stroked the boy’s little nail. As he grew older, it became much more obvious what she was doing, and she dropped the pretense that she was simply washing him like a good mother would.

Eventually, she found the need to further feed her desires, so when he came to her bed late one evening, frightened from a nightmare, she found the perfect opportunity to brings things to the next, exciting level. Of course, having finally gotten her son’s cock in her mouth, she had to have it again. And again. She wasn’t sure he any longer believed the fiction about helping him to sleep through oral relief, but she also wasn’t sure she really cared. The big question in her mind was whether or not she’d take him to her bed as a true lover. She’d hesitated so far because it seemed like there was a line there she’d be crossing. It was getting blurrier though.

“Hi, Mama,” Dash said as he entered the bathroom. He was already stepping out of his underwear. They hadn’t been anywhere that day, which meant Dash rarely dressed in more than briefs. Karina often did the same, and more often than not she didn’t even bother with a top. This had been one of those days, so she didn’t have to bother removing it, as she did whenever she gave Dash a bath.

His mom already had the bath ready, so he stepped into the large tub and sank to his butt. Dash really liked baths. Not just because of the dick part. That would come later. He just liked the intimacy of it, although he wouldn’t have been able to describe it in that way. To him it was just special time with his mom. He also loved water, whether it was a tub, a pool, a lake or an ocean. Water made him feel free somehow.

“You have been awfully quiet, Dasha,” Karina said as she used the shower wand to wet her son’s hair. Her accent wasn’t as thick as it had been in the past, but it was still prominent. Dash tilted his head back with his eyes closed as the water splashed over his face. He was smiling happily.

“I was doin’ the journal thing you said,” he said, giggling as the water splashing into his mouth distorted his words.

“Oh, that’s good. I was hoping you would start doing that. I gave you the recorder a week ago.”

“I didn’t know what to say,” he said as she worked shampoo into his hair.

“And you found something to say?”

The boy shrugged. “I guess. I just said who I was and told the aliens about humans and stuff.”

“The aliens,” she said, repeating him, but the question obvious even without the inflection.

He grinned. “Yeah, ’cause maybe they’ll find my journal in like a million years so they’ll wanna know what humans were like.”

“Well, this sounds like a good project for you. Just don’t forget to talk about your life. In case it’s found by a biographer instead.”

“Okay, Mama,” the boy said.

“Knees,” she said, telling Dash he needed to rise to his knees so she could wash his upper body. He did, and she began to rub her soapy hands over his arms. His mom never used a washcloth, just her hands.

After his arms, and his armpits which she always tickled a little, she did his chest and belly and back when he turned for her. “Up,” she called next, and he stood. She washed his butt, including the inside which always made him squirm, then his legs. Then he had to lean forward against the wall so he could lift first one foot, and then the other. Then she’d use the wand to rinse him off.

“Turn,” she’d finally say, and he would.

“There is my zaichik,” she said.

She smiled up at him as she reached out to slide a finger over his wet little erection. “Bend,” she said. That was so she could work conditioner into his hair. After that, he straightened and she reached forward to work another little dollop of conditioner around his balls. She always did this part with conditioner, because soap made his penis sting when he peed afterwards.

“So lovely,” she smiled up at him. “Do you think they are getting bigger?” she asked. She asked that a lot and he’d always say yes. “Soon you’ll be giving me a little treat,” she’d say, or something like it. “Mmmm, so cute,” she said as she took the base of his penis between her thumb and finger. “I think he deserves a little kiss today.”

Dash’s mom leaned forward and pressed her lips softly to the head of his penis. Usually she only sucked him at night, but sometimes she did it during the day. Sadly, this wasn’t one of those days, as he only got a single kiss and then she used her hand, stroking him gently at first, and then with more and more enthusiasm as he got closer to his orgasm.

Finally Dash gasped and stiffened while his little cock jerked in his mother’s slippery fist. “My perfect boy,” she smiled, then she rinsed off his crotch and his hair and lovingly dried him off afterwards before helping him with his hair.

“Empanadas for dinner,” she told him before sending him off to his room. Dash loved empanadas.

* * *

Zombies rampaged across the screen some time later. Empty plates with the crumbs of empanadas, savory for dinner and sweet for dessert, sat on the coffee table. On the blue designer sofa, Karina sat cross-legged with Dash in her lap, leaning back against her bare chest. They each wore only briefs, which wasn’t unusual for them.

Dash’s tiny nipples were standing up stiffly, the tips a hint of paleness in a darker surround. His mother had been teasing them gently as they watched television, and her own stiff nipples pressed into his back. Dash barely noticed, accustomed to his mother’s roaming hands. He barely noticed as they eventually caressed down to his stomach, her fingers teasing along the waistband of his little red briefs.

Dash did notice, however, when his mother went lower. Her fingers skipped lightly over the little lump under the thin cotton, tracing, teasing. Karina smiled in satisfaction as her son’s little cock grew. She was proud of her son’s size. She didn’t care all that much about size herself, as she’d enjoyed herself equally with small ones as well as large ones. In fact, if asked, she’d have likely said she received more pleasure from the smaller ones, like that of her late husband, Tomo. However, she liked the thought that her son would have a big one. She’d read that penis size usually came from the mother’s side of the family, and her father had been well above average.

As Dash’s four inches rose to stretch provocatively against the front of his briefs, Karina began to slide her fingers up and down, teasing. She could always tell when her son was getting excited, because he found it harder to sit still, squirming, or rubbing his hands up and down his thighs.

As Karina lightly squeezed the boy’s small glans, he gave her a sweet little whine of pleasure and said, “Mama.”

“Hmm, is my Dasha feeling nice?” she teased.

“Yes, Mama,” he breathed.

“My little zaichik wants some of his Mama’s attention?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Hmm, let me see if this is true,” she said, and she lifted the front of his briefs, exposing his little erection. She hooked the cloth under his cute little balls and gripped his penis. The tip of his glans could just be seen poking up through his foreskin, so she worked it down, exposing the rounded little crown. “Yes, okay, zaichik, take these off now.”

Dash quickly stripped off his briefs, eager for the orgasm he knew his mother would soon bring him. Dash loved to masturbate and did it often. His mother encouraged it, and she provided him everything he needed, including lube and a little transparent Fleshlight. However, nothing was as nice for him as when his mother did it for him.

As Dash dropped his briefs on the floor, Karina reached down and wrapped her hand lightly around her son’s lovely little penis.

“So lovely,” she whispered to him. “So stiff and big, my perfect boy. You like it when your Mama touches you like this? When she strokes your lovely penis?”

“Yes, Mama,” he whispered.

Karina had never touched a penis she enjoyed more than her son’s. In every way. It was the most visually appealing, it felt the nicest in her hand, and mouth, and even his taste was superior. She highly anticipated the day when he would finally provide her a little squirt of his boyish seed. She fully expected to find the taste of that to be superior as well.

In the meantime, she would content herself with the pleasure she could bring her boy. She gently stroked him, light touches that she knew were more intense for him than a firm grip would be. She felt him getting closer and closer, hearing his ragged breathing, and it sent little tingles of pleasure through her. She often wondered what he would think if she masturbated herself in front of him. Her nudity wouldn’t be a shock certainly. He saw her often, and he’d been eight when she spread her legs for him, showing him how a woman was made down there, letting him touch and explore. He hadn’t touched her there since, though she was aware that he was attracted to girls. Also boys.

Karina often fantasized about watching Dash with another boy. She knew he’d had experiences. She’d even heard the little childish cries of pleasure as he enjoyed himself with friends behind his closed bedroom door. He didn’t hide these things from her. Nor his conquests with girls, though she knew he had never had intercourse with any of them. She wasn’t quite as sure about the boys, so her fantasies had an edge of possibility that was exciting.

Karina also knew about the men. Rich, powerful men who gave her fine things to spend time with her beautiful son. Of course, she set ground rules. No penetration was the first and most important of these. She and Dash never discussed these things, although she’d had to hint in the beginning about what was expected of him in return for their host’s generosity. She felt no guilt for this. Her Dasha liked to be touched and looked at and drooled over. She had sculpted her son to this purpose; toning his body, styling his hair and clothing, providing him lessons in civil manners, and how to walk a catwalk. Most importantly, she’d awoken his sexuality so that he simply smoldered in the photos she took of him, making him desirable to the masses. She had been a model and knew all about such things. As well as the other things that were expected of an up and coming model.

“Feelin’ really good, Mama,” Dash said hoarsely.

“Mmm, you want to get your feels, zaichik?”

“Yes, Mama,” he said a bit desperately, squirming in her lap.

“Maybe you do that thing that Mama likes,” she suggested.

“With your boobs?”

“Yes, lovely boy,” she said.

“Okay,” he said, and slipped around until he was lying half in her lap with his legs stretched out on the sofa. He turned his upper body enough that he could wrap his lips around one of his mother’s nipples.

This was a new thing between mother and son which had only been happening for a few weeks. Dash didn’t mind, because he liked boobs and he liked making his mom feel good. She’d shown him just how to make her feel the best, so he lightly nibbled on one nipple while pinching and squeezing her other boob. Meanwhile, she continued to stroke his dick.

Dash wondered, not for the first time, if his mom would ever have him finger her pussy. He’d fingered a few girls, and even a woman once. He’d licked a couple of pussies, too. He remembered touching her down there when he was little. He thought that if she asked, he’d probably touch her there again. He’d probably even lick her, even if she was his mom. He figured it was probably better to lick your own mom’s pussy instead of some stranger he barely even knew, and he’d done that, so he’d do it for his mom if she asked.

Karina lightly stroked her son’s forehead while her other hand teased his cock. His lips and hands on her breasts were very nice. She knew he’d had a bit of experience, and once she taught him what she liked, he’d learned quickly. She wasn’t sure why she’d asked him to do it. He’d just been looking particularly sexy that day, and she’d had an image of him caressing her breasts. As he lightly suckled her, she had an image of him between her legs, looking up at her with those soft brown eyes as he licked her. That was a very nice image.

Eventually Dash tensed up and whimpered as he came, his little cock jerking spasmodically in her fist. Karina enjoyed bringing her son such pleasure, and as they settled down to watch the rest of the ridiculous zombie show he liked, she was already thinking of his bedtime, when she’d take his beautiful little member into her mouth and bring him pleasure once more. She could already taste him.

* * *

So I only got a couple minutes, ’cause Mom is gonna be here soon ’cause it’s my bedtime. I usually have to go to bed at eleven o’clock. Sometimes, like if I’m workin’ or whatever, then I get to stay up later, but usually it’s at eleven. ‘Course, that totally changes if we’re stayin’ in New York. See, ’cause Spain has siestas durin’ the day. Even in school, but in New York you don’t get one so you gotta go to bed earlier so you don’t fall asleep at school. Even though I don’t go to school anymore ’cause Mom homeschools me ’cause of work. Anyways, in Spain, people just stay up later.

I was thinkin’ before, an’ I figure I probly shouldn’t be sayin’ stuff about sex. You know, like how guys suck me, or when my mom plays with my dick or whatever. But anyways, if she wants me to do this journal thing so I can ‘member everything, then I guess I should talk about everything, right? Like tonight. So, after the last time I was talkin’ I said I was gonna go watch Walking Dead. I won’t say what that was all about, ’cause you could just go watch it if you want. If there’s still tv then. Anyways, I gotta do this right.

Okay, first my mom. I mean, I told you she’s Russian, like born in Russia an’ ever’thing. Oh, I said that. Anyways, she talks with sort of a accent, except sometimes, like if she’s mad at somebody that cut her off in the car or somethin’, then she sounds really Russian. Well, usually ’cause she’s cussin’ in Russian. If you didn’t know, Russians really know how to cuss. Anyways, she grew up speakin’ Russian, but she mostly talks English now. Even if she doesn’t, she taught me Russian, so I can still unnerstand. Plus, she used to talk just in Russian all the time, but that was so I could learn it, but I know it now so she don’t usually. Oh, I also speak Spanish, an’ Italian ’cause that’s basically the same. My mom’s friend Antonio is Italian an’ he helped me with it. He was a model she knew. Antonio is one of those guys who I said who’s dick I sucked. He was a model though, so at least he’s not ugly an’ creepy. He’s got a really big dick, too.

Anyways, oh yeah. So I speak English, duh, an’ Russian, an’ Spanish an’ Italian, an’ some Polish, oh an’ Japanese. My dad didn’t teach me ’cause he was dead before then, but I figured since I’m half Japanese that I should speak it, so I learned it. I went to Tokyo once for a modeling job and people thought it was crazy I could speak Japanese, even if I look kinda Japanese. Oh an’ I speak French, too. I only learned French ’cause my mom says it’s a sexy language, but she says Russian is sexier. It mostly is I guess.

Oh! I was gonna say what my mom looks like. So… she’s tall. I think I remember she’s like five-foot-ten or maybe eleven. So she’s like really tall. She’s blonde like me, which is why I got blond hair. My dad had black hair. I don’t look like totally Japanese or anything, but I look sorta Japanese. Like my eyes I guess. An’ sorta Russian too I guess. Um, so she’s tall, an’ she has blonde hair. It’s a lot longer than mine, but she’s a girl. Boys can have long hair though. My hair used to be a lot longer, but not anymore. Now it’s sorta just long on one side. On the right side. The left side is kinda short, but not like a crewcut short. Just like a regular amount for short hair. Oh, an my mom has little boobs. Well, not little really, but not big ones. I seen some big ones, an’ not just on grown-up ladies. Some girls barely even older’n me got really big ones. Mom’s are nice lookin’ I guess. She’s got little nipples I think for a girl, but not like as small as a boy’s. I see her boobs all the time ’cause she usually don’t wear a shirt when she gives me a bath an’ other times. Sometimes she used to take a bath with me, but not for awhile I guess. Oh, girls don’t have anything down between their legs like a boy does. In case yer a alien. Just hair mostly. There’s some stuff in between, like a hole and these flappy bits of skin an’ stuff. Mostly it looks pretty weird an’ it smells kinda weird, too, but not like gross or anything.

Dang, I keep forgettin’ to say about tonight an’ Mom is gonna be here any time probly. Okay, so I went out an’ I sat with my mom and we watched the zombie show I told you about. So I guess like maybe halfway through my mom started rubbin’ my dick. Sometimes she does it right away, an’ sometimes she doesn’t even do it at all, but mostly she does. She was rubbin’ like my chest an belly, but not my dick.

So she starts rubbin’ it. My dick I mean. She’s not like totally all just rubbin’ it, ’cause she’s still watchin’ tv, but just sorta… there’s a word but I forget it. But like she’s not payin’ too much attention or whatever. So of course I get a boner. A boner is when your dick gets hard. There’s not a bone inside there though. I used to think there was but I told my mom that an’ she laughed and told me there wasn’t so anyways I don’t know why they call it a boner then but whatever. Anyways, when you get a boner your dick gets longer an’ it sticks up instead of just hangin’ there like a worm or somethin’. So anyways, it stands up an’ then she makes me take off my underwear. Usually I gotta do that, but sometimes she just pushes em’ down some or whatever.

I know some boys who wear the kind of underwear that has a hole in it. Well, not really a hole, but sort of like a flap that you can get your dick out easier without havin’ to pull ’em down. I told my mom she should get those for me, so she can play with my dick easier, but she says they don’t look as good, so whatever.

So I take off my underwear an’ then she just sorta plays with it like. My dick I mean. Like rubbin’ it with her fingers and stuff, an’ playin’ with my balls. My mom says I got a big dick for my age. I guess I kinda do, ’cause I seen some other boys my age and they mostly are smaller, but not all of ’em. Mom says I get my dick from my granddad, but he’s dead like my dad. I asked my mom once why I didn’t get my dick from my dad, since that seems like it would make sense, but she says my dad’s dick wasn’t very big cuz my dick is already as long as his was but she says my dad’s was thicker though and so anyways she thinks I’ll have a big one like my granddad, but I don’t know how big that was, so whatever. Anyways, I measured it like a month ago? At first I thought it was bigger than it is, ’cause I was measurin’ it wrong. My mom says you gotta measure on the top and when I did that I was like almost four inches but not quite an’ when I did it on the side like I did at first it was like almost five inches. Well, more than four anyways.

So anyways, she was touching my dick, an’ then she skins it. That means she moves my foreskin back. That’s like this bunch of skin that covers your dick most of the time. Anyways, I kinda know my mom is gettin’ serious when she does that. Anyways, that’s when it gets hard to watch tv, ’cause my mom is like whisperin’ in my ear about how nice my dick is an’ how good it feels or whatever, an’ she’s jackin’ it, which means to rub the skin up and down on the head, which is the top part.

Then my mom says I should lick her boobs. I didn’t used to lick her boobs, ‘cept I guess maybe I did when I was a baby, ’cause they drink milk out of ’em. She doesn’t have milk, but I guess she likes it if I lick ’em. Like I said, I didn’t used to, but not too long ago she just said I should, and so I did because I like boobs, an’ I like my mom’s boobs an’ I like to make her feel good like she makes me feel good like.

Anyways I start to get the feelings like I’m gonna cum an’ I’m like squirmin’ around an’ shit, an’ then I did it. I don’t squirt anything though, which is probly good ’cause I jacked off an’ sucked dicks that could squirt an’ that stuff goes everywhere, so that’d get pretty messy.

So then –

Yeah? I am! Okay, I gotta go ’cause Mom is comin’ to tuck me in an’ stuff.

The End

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Day Job Shenanigans – Part three

Adult/Youth, Boy/Woman Sex, First Time, Illustrated, Oral, Pics, Straight | Day Job Shenanigans

Day Job Shenanigans – Part three
By
Jason Crow

It was the first week of fall break in the local school district, and it turned out to be two busy weeks for StyleFocus. I even had to disappoint two potential customers, but I could eventually squeeze them in next weekend after two cancelations.

I steered my car through the busy morning traffic. My current mission: Trevor Henderson, son of some hotshot financial CEO who was barely home, and his trophy wife.

Mrs. Henderson’s main task was to be pretty and keep their social life together. She was also known for the fundraisers she organized, but raising her son wasn’t one of her strengths. So, when she heard about me from one of her friends, she was on the phone immediately to find out how I could help her.

But she wasn’t a fool. Turned out she had me do a test run first on her neighbor’s young son. When that went well, I got the call to take on Trevor. Trevor was twelve years old, but Mrs. Henderson’s body didn’t show any signs of giving birth. This was probably primarily thanks to her skilled plastic surgeon and her personal trainer. Or her tennis pro. They all had tennis instructors like Brian’s mom did.

I arrived to pick up Trevor at their stately manor. I parked the car, made sure my dark-brown hair looked perfect, and touched up a bit of lipstick before closing the mirror and sun visor. I got out, adjusted my plaid skirt, and made sure the cleavage of my firm, C-cup boobs was modest enough for a mother who was about to send her son with me.

“Of course, Mrs. Henderson. I’ll make sure we’ll be back by three with some outfits both Trevor and you will love,” I said politely at the door. I noticed a very pretty girl up on the stairs, giving me a look-over, likely Mrs. Henderson’s daughter. I briefly wondered if I could open my Personal Shopper service to young girls. And then Trevor arrived.

Trevor was by far the cutest boy I took shopping. Even cuter than Damian and right up my alley when it came to looks and age. He was thin. A bit on the skinny side even. He recently had a growth spurt, and the top of his head now ended just below my nose. He’d inherited his mother’s genes because he had a handsome face, and his short blonde hair fitted him perfectly. His blonde hair, combined with his blue eyes, reminded me of Brian, which unleashed a familiar torrent of feelings.

I knew I had to be careful here. If any of the boys I flirted with would talk to their parents about it, I would be finished. The way I recklessly tumbled into my thing with Brian was way too risky. Looking back, I could’ve easily ended up in jail if Brian hadn’t been the discrete boy he turned out to be. It probably had everything to do with the way his parents handled their relationship, but still…

During my time with Brian, I did learn a lot of valuable lessons. First, I would end the relationship sooner. Second, the boy needed to be able to keep his mouth shut, just like Brian. And third, I needed pictures of him. With Brian, I only had the ones after we broke up, and I wish I had more.

But Trevor was a potential candidate for me. He was a quiet boy, didn’t have many friends, and always answered the questions I asked reservedly. I was optimistic that I could convince him to keep his mouth shut without too much trouble.

On the drive over to The Style Haven, Trevor was personable and open to chit-chat now that he was away from the glare of his mother, just like the rest of my young clients. This boded well.

“Hi, Carol,” one of the friendly store employees greeted.

“Hi, Mimi!” I greeted her enthusiastically, even though I knew there was no way her name was Mimi.

It was probably something like Brittany, Daisy, or Harriet, considering where she came from. But because Dad ran stores with high-end brands, he insisted his employees had ‘fun names’ as he called it. Apparently, he thought that Mimi was fun…

The Style Haven was a store for the young and young at heart. Its focus was selling all the high-end brands for both boys and girls. The age range was from preteen or young adult at about nine or ten years old all the way toward the leaving for college section. The stores had a very modern look and breathed a very sleek and stylish aura. The employees were almost only women, all dressed in short skirts and high heels, but still looked chic and classy.

Mimi walked with us on her too-high heels, unlocked the room for us, held the door open, and nodded at Trevor. I might have been mistaken, but I could swear she checked out the boy’s ass as he entered the room. I couldn’t blame her. He had a fine-looking ass.

“Thanks, Mimi!” I said and closed the door behind me. I made sure Trevor could see and hear me lock it.

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“It’s a private shopping experience. This way, we won’t be disturbed,” I said, as if it was the most logical thing to lock yourself in a room with a nearly teenage boy who was about to strip.

I walked over to the fancy-looking oak table and dropped my purse on it. The room was only nine-by-twelve, but by the way I arranged it, it looked bigger. In both of my father’s shops, he’d remodeled a separate room for me to work from, made from three smaller fitting rooms and the hallway. It would be private, and I helped decorate and furnish them to make sure it would look impressive. On one side of the room, there was a couch with fluffy pillows on it and a comfortable chair next to it. The lighting in the room was warm and dim, except for the bright spotlight where the mirror was. And in the corner, a thick black curtain hung from the ceiling, ending about twenty inches above the ground.

In the middle of the other wall, there was a rack with about a dozen sets of pants and tops I had chosen. On the table was a small ice bucket, a selection of soda and water, and four clean glasses. Next to that was the stack of underwear, socks, and t-shirts I had selected for Trevor.

One of the unique things I did with my shopping service was that I held short interviews with both the mother or father and the kid that I would take with me. I asked them all sorts of questions. Some were complete bullshit, but I managed to keep a straight face when they were struggling to find an answer.

But I had always been good at reading people. After a couple of minutes, I usually had a pretty good picture of what the kid wanted and, more importantly, what the parent didn’t like. In the end, the parents had to pay for everything, so I needed to keep them happy.

But I also learned that when their son was happy with what we bought, the parents would quickly be happy, too. I had one boy early on who insisted on a skater look, but the mother wanted him in slacks and a shirt. A huge difference! But I managed to find a bit of a mix by not going all-in on the skater look and some cool shirts and decent-looking pants. When his mother saw him and realized how happy he was, she told me we needed to do another run.

“So, Trevor…” I said to him as he checked out the room.

He turned to look at me, and I saw some nervousness in his eyes. This wasn’t the first boy who was nervous when we started, and I knew from my experiences so far that I had to start slowly. I opened my Spotify app and started the playlist I had created. The speakers in the ceiling came to life, and Taylor Swift began to sing. The songs would gradually change from poppy to sexy without laying it on too thick.

“Do you want to have a drink first,” I said as I pointed to the table, “or do you just want to start and get it over with?”

“I, uhm… I just…”

I looked at his frame, started browsing the rack, and handed him a pair of slim, straight jeans, a blue shirt, and a hoodie. I smiled warmly at him and said, “Let’s just get going then. And don’t worry so much. You can change behind that curtain. When you’re done, come to the mirror, and we’ll see how things look. Okay?”

He nodded, and I could see him blushing. This was a shy boy! Cool. I like a challenge.

Inside these private rooms, I quickly learned that as long as their mother was out of the way, the boys didn’t care too much about being seen barely dressed. It was almost always the same. When we’d start, they would change behind the curtain, but after just a couple of back-and-forth movements, they didn’t bother with the curtain anymore. That was also the reason why I positioned the clothes on the other side of the room.

The good thing about boys this age was that I didn’t have to think about elaborate schemes to get what I wanted. The simplest tricks would work, like dressing in a schoolgirl outfit. I’d be surprised if it was any different with this cutie.

“Is a Coke okay?” I asked over my shoulder toward the curtain.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he said, and I could hear him fumbling with his clothes.

I turned up the heat a little, sat down in the chair, and looked at the curtain. As his pants dropped and his hairless legs came into view, I hesitated for a moment. I could go behind the curtain to check him out, but that would probably scare him off. No, I needed the gentle approach for this one.

I poured him a glass of Coke and a Mountain Dew for myself. I was constantly eyeing what he was doing, feeling the tension inside me building. After all, he was the cutest boy I had taken out shopping so far, and I was anxious to see how far I could take this. Preferably all the way.

After a couple of moments, his bare legs were covered with denim, and he stepped into the room, straightening his hoodie and looking at me with an approving smile.

“You like it?” I asked.

He stood in front of the mirror, checked his reflection, and said, “Yeah. I look… cool.”

“Yeah… you do,” I said, standing behind him, “Do you mind if I take a picture of you so we can review it later?”

The whole reviewing argument was a bullshit reason, of course. But if there was one important lesson I’ve learned from my time with Brian, it was that I only had a couple of pics from him. With my new boys, this needed to change.

“Sure!” Trevor said, oblivious to my ulterior motives.

“Great,” I said, opened my camera app, stepped back, and made sure his entire body was in the picture.

“Perfect. Turn to the side, please,” I said, which he obediently did, “Thanks. Now, show me your back.”

He turned his back toward me, and I made sure to snap as many pictures as I could. Despite him being too overdressed for my liking, Trevor still looked mighty fine.

“Alright. That’s done,” I said and sighed a bit, “It’s just that…

I made sure to look thoughtfully at his reflection. I openly checked him out and made sure he saw me looking at his ass.

“But, what?” he asked.

“Well… I…” I cleared my throat and made sure I looked uncomfortable, “I… uhm… you’ve got a cute butt. And in these pants…”

“Pfft!” he scoffed, “cute butt…”

“What!? I mean it! You’ve got a cute butt and nice, broad shoulders. You should own up to that! We need to accentuate your strong points.” I said, looking at him with a determined expression.

He checked me out to see if I was serious and asked, “Really? And…. my shoulders!? I don’t even have any real muscles yet…”

“They look nice on you. And they make you look more mature,” I said, feeding into something every boy wanted to hear.

“You really think so?”

“Of course! Here, take off your hoodie,” I said and was pleased to see that he didn’t question me.

As he pulled his sweater over his head, his T-shirt rode up a little, showcasing a small strip of skin above his jeans. The waistband of his classic cotton boxers was also visible. When I first met him, I already figured he was a classic underwear kind of guy. Well… technically, his mother was. I just wasn’t sure if it would be tighty-whiteys or classic boxers. Now I had my answer.

His innie belly button looked cute on him, and his skin was tight and flawless. A bit on the pale side, but I liked it! He handed me the sweater, and I placed it on the table. We turned to look in the mirror, and I stood behind him, my hands on his bony shoulders.

“See?” I asked.

“See what?”

“Your upper body is diamond-shaped. This is something not many boys your age have.”

“Diamond-shaped?” he asked, clearly a bit confused.

“Yeah,” I said excitedly, “you uhm… the triangular muscles from your neck to your broad shoulders and then toward your narrow waist.”

His shoulders felt great under my squeezing hands, and I was looking forward to seeing him shirtless. But he looked suspiciously at me in the mirror as if he thought I was mocking him.

“Diamond? Don’t you mean more like a kite shape?” he laughed at himself. “I’m so skinny I could fly away.”

I stood behind him but looked him in the eyes through the mirror. “Clothes make the man. You may have heard that before, but it’s true. When you dress well for your body type, it gives you confidence, and that attitude shows on you. And believe me, girls notice that.”

I could see him considering that.

“Wait,” I said and selected another shirt from the rack with my right hand. I made sure to keep my left on his shoulder so he would stay put.

“Here, try this on, and you’ll see what I mean,” I said.

By keeping my hand on his shoulder, I more or less told him to change in front of me. If he made a move to go toward the curtain, I knew it would get difficult with him. Not impossible, but difficult.

He hesitated a moment. But when he started taking off his shirt, a tiny tingle shot through me, and I knew this was going somewhere. He quickly changed his shirt, but the fast glance I got at his exposed chest was very encouraging. A tight belly, signs of developing pecs, but nowhere near muscular, and prominent collarbones with broad and bony shoulders.

After he pulled down the tight white shirt, which was barely long enough to reach the top of his pants, I stood behind him with my hands on his shoulders. I looked at him in the mirror and said, “See? Your triangular muscles accentuate your shoulders beautifully.”

As I said this, I squeezed his shoulders and let my fingers trace the outline of his muscles. “And, uhm… if you don’t mind, take off your shirt again so I can show you what I mean by that diamond-shaped upper body,” I softly said while locking eyes with him through the mirror.

He didn’t wait this time. His hands moved down, and he started lifting his shirt. I took it from him and placed it on his other shirt. Now that I could stare unobstructed at his upper body, I felt my pussy moisten considerably.

“Look,” I said and traced a line with my fingers from his neck, over his triangular muscles, toward the bony endpoints of his shoulders.

After I reached the end of his shoulders, I stepped closer. I made sure he could feel my hard nipples on his back, and since they were only covered by the thin fabric of my blouse and bustier, I was sure he noticed.

“From here…” I whispered in his ear. Goosebumps spread all over his upper body as I slowly traced my fingers down over his chest. After touching his hard nipples, I slowly kept moving down over his chest toward his belly. My fingers were on both sides of his cute belly button, moving toward each other to outline the downward triangle, and I slowly kept moving down.

“To here…,” I whispered even softer, my lips against his ear.

My fingers were now touching the waistband of his boxers, and I pushed it down a little. There wasn’t much room to move, but my intentions couldn’t be missed. Trevor swallowed audibly and nodded ever so slightly.

“That’s the diamond-shaped upper body I was talking about,” I whispered as my lips brushed his earlobe and my hands lay on his tight belly, my fingers as close to his pubic area as possible with these clothes.

“I…” he cleared his throat, “I guess you’re right…”

I pressed my tits even harder against his back and smiled inwardly as he swallowed again. In the mirror, his obvious boner couldn’t be missed. This meant it was time for my next move.

“These jeans look nice. But would you mind trying on another pair for me?” I asked as I stepped back a little, and my hands moved to his sides.

“It’s… uhm… sure…” Trevor croaked.

“Great! Here…,” I said and reluctantly let go of his sides and stepped back to hand him the tight, skinny jeans.

This was another make-or-break moment. I was pretty confident that he’d change in here, but there was still a decent chance that, because of his boner, he’d go behind the curtain. But when he started undoing the buttons on the jeans he had on, I knew he’d leave his virginity behind him today.

Right before the front of his boxers came into view, he turned around. He probably didn’t want to offend me or anything like that, something cute and innocent that I liked so much in these young boys. But I didn’t mind. I got a quick glance at the tent his hard-on created in his cotton boxers, and he was endowed enough to make a difference. He wasn’t hung like Brian, but he didn’t need to be hung at all. He just needed to be hard and willing. That was enough for me.

As he was pulling up his jeans, I checked out his boxer-clad ass. It was yet another confirmation that these old-school boxershorts should be legally banned. They’re asexual and do absolutely nothing good for his body. I could barely make out where his hips ended and his ass started. “Hmm… maybe boxer briefs would work better for you…” I said quietly but audibly, assessing the clothing like the professional I was.

But when he pulled up his jeans and started stuffing his junk into the front, the contours of his fine little ass appeared. After a few moments of him trying to close the zipper, I could see him look down at his crotch, and I noticed him blushing. He’d managed to close the zipper and button, but it was obvious he was embarrassed about his visible boner. Time for me to spring into action.

“I was right,” I said excitedly, “you’ve got the cutest butt!”

He shrugged, didn’t say anything, and kept his back toward me. When I asked him to turn around, he shook his head and stayed put.

“Don’t worry, Trevor, I know you’ve, uhm… got an erection,” I said softly.

He turned his head and looked at me with panic in his eyes. I took him by his shoulders and gently made him turn to face me. I forced myself to keep looking him in his eyes and refrained from looking down, but it took some willpower to do so.

“Look, Trevor… having boners is natural. There’s nothing wrong with it or to be ashamed about. Heck! It would be weird if you didn’t have one right now. And if you’re worried about me talking to someone about it, don’t be. What happens in this room stays in this room. I signed a contract with your parents. So even if I wanted, which I don’t, I’m legally bound to that contract.”

That last bit was a lie, but the panic in Trevor’s eyes faded, and he was checking me out to see if I was serious. After he decided I was, his lips curled up ever so slightly into a barely noticeable smile.

“You know what?” I said and openly checked out the front of his pants, “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, and you should own it!”

“Yeah, right… tell that to the girls in school…” he scoffed.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret here… girls do like to see it. They’re just terrible at how they react to it. Believe me, girls are as curious about boys as boys are about girls, and I’m sure they’ll think you’re very interesting after seeing your boner. Especially in these pants.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so. I was a girl once, too, you know?” I said, moving my hands from his shoulders to caress his sides and put him at ease.

“Now… let me take a look at you,” I said and stepped back, eyeing him from top to bottom.

I didn’t want to emphasize the situation in his pants, so I cheerfully said, “Turn around so I can have a complete look at you in these pants.”

He did as I told him, and after he turned around and faced me again, I could feel the tension between us was almost gone. “You look good, Trevor. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!”

“Thanks, Carol,” he said, and I could tell he meant it.

“Hey! Do you mind if I take a couple more pics? That way, we can clearly see the difference in styles.”

Trevor shrugged, and I took another few shots of him. This time, he was shirtless, and he had a visible boner, so most of these pics would end up in my special folder on my laptop. After the picture, a silence fell between us, and I noticed his boner twitch a few times in his pants as he glanced at my chest when he thought I wasn’t looking. It was time for the simplest but most effective move there was with boys.

“You know what?” I said with a bit of annoyance in my voice.

“What?”

“It’s freaking hot in here!” I said, and I looked around as if I was looking for the source of the heat.

“Yeah… you’re right,” Trevor answered.

It wasn’t that hot, actually. After we came in, I set the temperature a little higher than usual, but it was nowhere near hot in here. The only hot thing in here was the shirtless teenage boy in front of me. But Trevor played along, which was enough.

“Do you mind if I take off my blouse?” I asked sweetly.

“Uhm…” Trevor softly said, but once he realized he’d see more of me, he shrugged and said, “Sure!”

This one was always an easy one. Under my white blouse, I’d wear a red, almost see-through, lacy, bustier cami top that ended just above my belly button. Between my boobs, there was a zipper from top to bottom, which made it easy to take it off or put it on. I deliberately chose this one because it gave me plenty of opportunities to work the boys on this. It was still slightly modest, but only because I wasn’t completely topless. The lace did hide parts of my breasts and nipples, but at the same time, it left nothing to the imagination.

“You’re cool,” I said and started unbuttoning my blouse.

I quickly unbuttoned the rest and pulled it off. As I placed my blouse on top of the other clothes, I felt Trevor’s eyes all over my upper body. I stood up straight and looked at this wide-eyed boy staring at my chest, and I smiled inwardly.

Trevor’s eyes were locked on my chest. My tits were somewhat covered by the lacy fabric of the bustier, and the fact that I was showing yet another underaged boy my boobs, made my pussy quiver in delight. I kept trying to make eye contact with Trevor, but he made absolutely no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at my chest.

I’ll never grow tired of looking at the face of a boy who’s looking at his first real-life pair of boobs. Even though I wasn’t topless, there was still enough to be seen. And without exception, the look of awe and wonder on a boy’s face is priceless. The same was true with Trevor, although the second and third time I showed those kids my boobs, they were still staring as if it was their first. Guess they never grow tired of boobs. I noticed another twitch in Trevor’s pants as my nipples were now so hard I was positive I could cut glass with them.

“Aahhh, that’s better,” I said, exaggerating things a little.

I placed my hand under Trevor’s chin so he looked me in the eyes instead of at my nipples. A look of apology appeared in his eyes, but I would have nothing of that. Instead, I smiled at him and softly asked, “Do you think you can find the diamond shape on my body?”

Trevor swallowed audibly as I took both his hands, extended his fingers, and placed them on my throat. I gently moved his hands in the right way, and after his hormones took over, he started moving his hands by himself. I kept looking him in his eyes, but he only had eyes for where his fingers were touching me. He hesitated only a moment when he reached the swell of my breasts. His hands were shaking as they moved down over my boobs toward my belly button.

Once he reached my skirt, he stammered a soft, “I… I, uhm… I think it’s like this…”

“I think you’re right…” I whispered.

I looked him in his eyes as I slowly unzipped my bustier. The soft sound of the zipper filled the room, and Trevor couldn’t keep his eyes away from the skin that was slowly being exposed on my chest.

Once the zipper was undone and the bustier hung open but still didn’t reveal any forbidden flesh, Trevor quickly looked at me. I pulled away one side of the bustier a little to give Trevor a hint of what was to come, and his eyes were immediately on my chest again.

I took one of his hands, placed it on the exposed skin, and whispered, “You can touch me if you want…”

He didn’t need to think this one over. This offer landed right in the middle of his pool of hormones with a big splash. Before I knew it, he cupped my right boob. A heartbeat later, his other hand moved up from my belly button and went straight toward my left tit, cupping it firmly. As he gently felt around my boobs, I noticed how his mouth was open a little bit, which was adorable. But his probing fingers on my tits blew the lid off my rapidly expanding horniness. I ditched my bustier and stood there topless in front of this adolescent boy who was eagerly fondling my tits.

“You like ‘em?” I asked and heard the trembling of all the anticipation in my voice.

“Yeah… they’re amazing and the… oh wow! They’re so soft…”

“Well… you aren’t,” I stated matter-of-factly.

After a few more moments of probing around, he looked up at me with an expression that I couldn’t place. It was somewhere between horny as fuck, and embarrassed as hell. I guess it was a mixture of both.

“Wh- what do you mean? You just sai…” he asked but kept gently kneading my boobs.

“It looks… uncomfortable,” I interrupted him and eyed the rigid tube of flesh that was pointing toward his left hip.

“It, uhm… it is…”

“I think the first pair of jeans work better on you, but it might also have something to do with the underwear you’re wearing. It’ll probably stay in place a bit better and will feel more comfortable with boxer briefs.”

I stepped back, and an almost overwhelming sense of emptiness washed over me as his hands left my boobs. But I knew it was for the greater good. I never left my lock with his eyes, though, so I just took hold of the top box of underwear from the table. I had his size in the four most popular brands, as I’d learned from my clients. They didn’t want to be the one kid in their locker room with store-brand underwear bought by their moms.

I opened the Tommy Hilfiger box and fished out a pair of mint-blue boxer briefs with white seams and a white waistband. The Hilfiger logo was unmistakably there in the middle at the top, and the word ‘Tommy’ was written in dark blue letters all over the waistband.

I handed it to him, and I could see the struggle in his eyes. I smiled warmly at him as he was fighting his internal battle. His eyes went briefly to my chest, and I thought I saw something change in him – the raising of an eyebrow, maybe, but something.

“Just turn around. I won’t look,” I said, and I actually felt sorry for the kid.

“Okay,” he softly answered.

“Well… maybe at your butt…” I chuckled as he started working on the button of his jeans.

I could see a sparkle in his eyes as a smile appeared on his face, and he said, “Go ahead. I heard through the grapevine that I’ve got a cute ass.”

“Really?” I said, amused at how he opened up, “Have to see it for myself, then…”

And with that, he turned around and shimmied out of his tight jeans. His dark blue boxers came down a bit, too, and I got a first glance at a bit of his bum crack. The moment he realized what had happened, he pulled them up and chuckled an amused, “Whoops!”

This made me smile. He was getting more and more comfortable around me, which made everything so much easier. After he stepped out of his pants, he stood up straight and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his ugly-as-fuck boxers. He hesitated a moment but then slid them down without further ado. But when he stood back straight to grab his Tommy boxers… oh boy! I’m a sucker for boy’s asses, especially the round, firm ones. And Trevor easily qualified in the top three of cute asses!

“Nice…” I purred.

He opened his mouth to say something. He even took a breath for that. But nothing came out. This inexperienced boy wasn’t ready for snappy comments back and forth, yet. They were so cute when they wanted to act all grown up but lacked some life experience. Instead of trying to continue, he just stepped into his boxer briefs and quickly pulled them up. I didn’t mind too much because they hugged his ass perfectly, and I was about to finally see the outline of his dick. He was fumbling a bit at his front, adjusting his junk, and I couldn’t wait to check out his front.

“Hmm… this is nice,” he said softly.

“Told you so. Turn around,” I said.

I expected him to hesitate, but instead, he turned around and smiled broadly at me, exposing his boxer-clad boner. It pointed straight upwards, and the mint-blue fabric accentuated it perfectly. The white seams at the front made it almost look obscene. Almost.

“You look… sexy,” I whispered and tried looking uncomfortable as I said this.

“Oh…” he answered, and I could see a tiny but proud smile appear in the corner of his mouth. He craned his neck a bit to look at his backside in the tri-fold mirrors. “You’re right!”

“Yeah…” I said, trying my best to not rip off his boxers and impale myself on his hard cock.

“These are way more comfortable than my old boxers. Especially when I… you know…” he said and gestured toward his boner.

“Lemme see,” I said, feeling horny as hell, and I squatted in front of him.

Now I was at eye level with his crotch, and as I looked at his upward-pointing boner, my pussy contracted sharply. He was about four inches hard, and since the rim of his dickhead was clearly visible, I assumed he was cut.

“It looks like it fits you perfectly,” I said as I pretended to only look at how these boxers fitted him. “Is Hilfiger okay with you?” I ran my hands from the waistband, down over his hips, and slowly toward his front.

“Tommy’s are fine,” he whispered. As my fingers moved closer toward his straining dick, it twitched hard again.

It was as if my fingers had a mind of their own as they moved back up toward the waistband. “Then let’s get these wrapped up for you,” I breathed.

I grabbed the waistband and pulled it forward and down before Trevor had a chance to react. And there it was. Right in front of my eyes. Four inches long, almost perfectly straight, with just a tiny bend to his left. A thick vein ran over his shaft, and a reddish, pointy dickhead topped off his circumcised cock. And the small, light brownish-colored patch of sparse pubes was so incredibly sexy…

“Wha- what…” he stammered, probably stunned by my sudden move.

I didn’t listen. I moved my head forward while letting out a soothing “Sshh…” My lips touched his glans, and I let him slip inside my mouth easily. I made sure to apply a little pressure with my lips, and according to the low moan I heard above me, he liked what I was doing.

The moment his cockhead was inside, and my tongue licked his piss slit, I was surprised to taste the sweet and salty taste of his precum. It wasn’t much and barely noticeable, but it was definitely there.

My hands were still holding onto his boxers, and I started pulling them down further. All the while, I was licking all around his dickhead. When his boxers were around his ankles, he caught on and stepped out of them. That’s when my fingers came into play, and I started toying with his grape-sized balls. They hung loose in his sack and were a little bigger than I was used to with other boys.

I looked up at Trevor, and the look on his face was priceless!! All the new feelings he was experiencing, along with shock and wonder, were poured into an expression I’d never forget. I locked my eyes on his and slowly but steadily moved my lips down over his shaft.

His hands went to my head, but unlike Damian, who always wound up fucking my face that way, Trevor just ran his fingers through my dark-brown hair, slowly, softly, like he really cared how much work I put into managing my hair.

I could easily take him in all the way without gagging, and I actually enjoyed feeling his pointy dickhead at the back of my throat. But the tickling of his soft pubes against my nose made this a winning combination.

I pulled back, grabbed the base of his cock, and let him slip out of my mouth. I kept looking at him intensely, exaggeratedly licked his dickhead, and asked, “You taste good… do you like it?”

“I… oh… yess… I’m…” he stammered incoherently.

“Good,” I said and took him in all the way, again.

Boys like Trevor had a hair trigger on their first blowjob. They’d cum without warning, but judging by the hint of precum I tasted before, I’d be treated to at least a small drop of his boy juice. And what was even better was that after he came, he’d be able to fuck me longer and probably give me a couple of orgasms.

“Oh, Carol…” he moaned.

I moved my hand from the base of his cock to one of his soft but firm ass cheeks, and I wanted to feel his ass muscles move. But in my mouth, his thin shaft thickened, and I heard him sharply suck in a breath.

“Here it comes…” I thought.

And sure enough, Trevor grunted deeply and pushed his hips forward as his caveman brain told him to shove his seed deep into the warm place his cock was in at the moment. A heartbeat later, a small drop of watery cum splashed against the back of my throat. I assumed this was it, but four more spurts followed, all with the same force and the same small amount of cum. This boy sure shot a lot for his young age!

I swirled his cum through my mouth, savoring the sweet and salty taste. I sucked him for a little while more, and after I was sure nothing more would come out, I pulled off, and a loud ‘pop’ filled the room.

“Wha- w- was that a b- blowjob?” he asked, still panting heavily and looking at his rock-hard boner to see if it wasn’t broken.

“It sure was,” I chuckled, “Did you like it?”

I know I was asking the obvious here, but I loved the reaction I’d get to this question. And sure enough, while nodding vigorously, he exclaimed, “YEAH! It was… WOW!!!”

“Good!”

“But… why?” Trevor asked.

I got to my feet, unceremoniously unzipped my skirt, and let it drop to the floor. His eyes widened again as he looked at my now naked body. I kept my Brazilian neatly trimmed for these moments, and it always paid off. I looked seriously at him and said, “Because I think you’re hot, and I want you to fuck me. And I don’t want you to cum too quickly, so that’s why.”

He looked flabbergasted at me, but I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed his hand and walked backward toward the couch, guiding him with me. His rock-hard cock hardly bounced as he walked, and he only had eyes for my pussy now. If I’d taken him out into the store like this, I’m sure he wouldn’t even notice.

I lay down on the couch on my back and spread my legs. I pulled my lips a bit apart to show him my insides. His eyes were locked on my pussy, which made me want to get him worked up even more. So, with my free hand, I slid two fingers inside, which caused Trevor to let out a soft, “Oh wow…”

“Get over here, Trevor,” I hoarsely said.

He simply nodded, got on the couch, and sat on his knees between my legs. I could see he was nervous. But, unlike all the other boys, he scooted forward, grabbed his cock by its base, and aimed his pointy dickhead right at my entrance.

“Ohh… Yeah… that’s it…” I whispered as his tip touched my entrance.

He looked down between our bodies, where his virginity would soon be gone. I could see a bit of his face, and the look of concentration on it was adorable. I let go of my pussy, and as my outer lips hugged his cockhead, he let out a short gasp. I placed both my hands on his tight ass and gave it a soft push.

“Just push it in… you’ll love it!” I whispered.

That was all the encouragement he needed. I felt his ass muscles tense under my fingers, and his hips moved forward, causing his little dickhead to enter me for the very first time. I heard myself moan as the realization of taking the virginity of yet another young boy landed.

Usually, they either pushed in firmly and hard, or they’d be overly slow and careful. But with Trevor, he kept a slow pace but still kept sliding in. This was a new one for me. The little cutie was a natural!

When his almost hairless crotch mashed against my clit, I came. It was so sudden and unexpected that I grunted deeply, and I firmly squeezed his ass. Trevor stopped moving and looked at me with wonder in his eyes. “What was that?” he asked.

“You just gave me an orgasm,” I grinned.

“Oh,” he said with disappointment in his voice.

It took me a second to realize what was going on. But I quickly figured out that he’d probably think things were done after one of us had an orgasm. Oh, how I loved those sweet, inexperienced boys…

“Don’t stop!” I said and patted him on his ass, “Fuck me. Let’s have some more fun!”

“I thought that since you, you know… I had to stop.”

“Girls can come multiple times. And this was just a small one. If you keep going, my orgasms will be better. Don’t mind me, just fuck me with that wonderful cock of yours!”

I loved talking dirty to these young boys, especially when I was getting excited. It turned me on so much to see the mixed feelings on their faces. They probably never heard a woman talk to them like that before and were confused about it. But at the same time, it turned them on to hear those words come out of my mouth.

And Trevor was no exception. He nodded ever so slightly and started sliding out. Usually, they always pulled out too far, but Trevor managed to stop right on time and slide back in. This would be a good fuck, for sure!

“Yeahhhh…. that’s it, baby! Fuck me!”

Trevor looked straight into my eyes as he pushed back inside. He whispered a barely audible, “fuck… you’re… wet… aahhh… and your wet puss… ohh…” and he kept on looking at me as he pulled out. And back in. His look got more and more focused and more confident each time he pistoned in and out of me.

“Fuck your… with my hard cock…” he whispered again, sending shivers down my spine.

“Yeah!! You are fucking me with your hard cock!” I said, looking him deep into his eyes.

He must’ve realized what he was mumbling because he looked at me as if he just said something wrong. But I quickly pushed that thought out of his head by saying, “You fuck my wet pussy! Fuck me! Fuck me, and keep talking like that!”

His small, bony hips slammed against my thighs as loud slaps of flesh on flesh filled the room. His mouth was slightly open now, and I heard myself moan as the pressure inside kept building. Since he showed no signs of being close to cumming, I knew for sure this was going to be a good one.

“I’m fucking… you’re so… your hot cunt…” Trevor stammered incoherently.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! Oh, baby! Ohnngg! Fuck, fuck!” I heard myself grunt.

Trevor just kept slamming into me in a steady rhythm. He was panting heavily by now but kept looking at me. It was strange and hot as fuck at the same time. The pressure inside reached a boiling point as my young lover picked up the pace. Now, each time he slammed into me, his pubic bone smashed my clit. It was almost painful, but the pleasure it gave me was so overwhelming that it pushed back the pain. And when his eyes crossed and his cock started kicking, I came. And oh boy, did I cum!!

“Ahh! Shooting… oohhh… my cum inside… aaaghhh!”

My vision blurred, and my pussy contracted sharper than ever before. Or that’s how it felt, at least. I felt the drops of cum my almost teenage lover produced hit the walls of my pussy, and another surge shot through me. A couple of moments after that, his body collapsed on top of mine.

I rubbed his ass with one hand and caressed his hair with the other. I could feel the sweat between our bodies, but this didn’t matter. All that mattered was his still rock-hard dick kicking every now and then inside my sopping pussy.

“How was it?” I whispered.

“Freaking amazing!” he whispered back.

“Good! I liked it a lot, too. And you know what?”

He lifted his head and looked at me, “What?”

I smiled and said, “Now you’re no longer a virgin.”

Usually, when I said this, their faces would light up, but all he said was, “Oh…”

And then it suddenly dawned on me…

“You’ve done this before?” I asked and couldn’t hold back my surprise.

His eyes showed that his secret was out but that he didn’t want to be busted. He looked nervously at me and said, “You have to promise to keep it a secret!”

I grinned broadly and said, “Look, honey… if what we did,” I felt his cock twitch inside, “heck… what we’re still doing, ever comes out, I’ll go to jail for the rest of my life. So I think we’ve got that part covered, don’t you? I guess you don’t have to worry about that…”

“Oh, right…” he said, and his cute smile returned.

“So tell me! Who’s the lucky one?”

“It’s… uhm…” he cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and said, “it’s my sister, Olivia…”

I didn’t see that one coming. Not by a long shot!! I knew he had a sister who was a little over a year older than he was. I believe I saw her when I picked Trevor up that day. She was a pretty girl with all the assets in all the right places. So, I tried to act cool and said, “Olivia, huh? She’s pretty…”

His cock twitched again the moment I said this. He simply nodded and said, “I went into her room a couple of months ago to ask for help with my homework. While she was shouting that I should knock and stuff, I stood there, frozen. I couldn’t move. She was lying naked on her bed, trying to grab the sheets, but they were all tangled up, so that didn’t work.”

“Was she…” I asked, feeling myself grow horny again.

“Yeah. She was completely naked, and a small thing was sticking out of her, uhm, you know… pussy,” he said, and a slight blush appeared around his nose.

“I love to hear you say the dirty words…”” I whispered and squeezed his hard cock with my pussy.

“The vibrator was still in her cunt…” he said, grinning, “I was stuck there… like I couldn’t move. I was wearing sweatpants and the old boxers, you know? So, my… dick was… you know, sticking out like it was before… and Olivia saw it, and she couldn’t stop looking, either.”

“Well… that was awkward…” I chuckled.

“Yeah… I felt so embarrassed! I turned around and ran back to my room.”

“And then what?” I asked and squeezed his ass, savoring its firmness and softness at the same time.

“She came to my room after a few minutes and said she wanted to talk about it. So, we talked about how embarrassing it was for both of us, and I apologized for not knocking. After talking a bit more, she asked if she could see my pen- uhm, dick. At first, I didn’t want to, but after she promised to show me her boobs, I said yes.”

By now, Trevor was slowly moving in and out of me again. It wasn’t really fucking yet, but the start was there.

“Then what happened?” I whispered, realizing how wet I was again from this story.

“She opened her robe and showed me her tits. I was hard as a rock when I pulled down my pants, and she just dropped her robe and was naked. She got on my bed, and before I knew it, I was… fucking my sister’s hot cunt…”

“You’re fucking me now,” I said, smiling broadly at him as his ass moved up and down under my kneading hands.

“You’re so hot!”

“Your sister is, oohhh, also hot…”

“Yeah…” he panted.

“Did you ever do it again?”

He nodded excitedly and started picking up the pace.

“We do it almost every day now… ahhh…” he groaned as my finger sneaked toward his hole. “She never gave me a blowjob, though. We just fuck.”

“You should, aaahhh… eat her out sometime. She’ll lov… ah… fuck, you’re good! She’ll love it and will probably re… ooohhh… return the favor.”

“You mean… lick her pussy?”

“Yeah. It’s basically the girl’s version of a blowjob.”

He looked questioningly at me, and after a moment, it seemed to click inside, and he nodded with a sexy grin on his face.

Then he got serious and picked up the pace, excitedly slamming into my cunt. I thought he was close again, but after his previous two cums, he lasted longer than I expected. I absolutely loved how he kept slamming into me. I had two small cums as he just kept on going.

“Oohhh… I’m close…” he groaned. “Fucking your hot cunt is so… Ohhh…”

“Don’t cum yet! I’m also… hhhmmm… Fuck me with that hard cock of yours!” I grunted.

“I’m fucking you so… ahhh… we’re fucking so… Fuck! Fuck!”

Hearing him talk dirty without me urging him on made my pussy tingle all over. Those tingles traveled up my spine straight into my brain. And I heard myself groan, “YES! Fill me up with your hot cum! You make my cunt so fucking wet! Fuck me, my hot fuckboy! Fuck me…”

He managed to postpone his cum just long enough for me. I came hard again with the image of little Trevor fucking his big sister’s brains out. And the moment I came, Trevor shot another load of his watery cum inside of me.

After that, we lay for a while, Trevor continuously massaging my breasts. He was still fascinated; my C cups must be bigger than whatever Olivia’s got.

When we pulled ourselves upright, we had some drinks and looked at some of the clothes he liked. It felt great walking around naked with this sexy young stud. He chose some items, nixed some others, and we created a couple of outstanding looks together. I threw in a few pairs of socks and all the boxer briefs that were on the table. He said he was done with his uncomfortable cotton boxers. Good! We’d take three sets of clothes back home, and I’d keep two behind for future use. I explained to Trevor that this meant more time to fuck the next time, which was an excellent idea, according to him.

I asked him if he was okay with another set of pics, but this time, for my personal collection, he agreed on one condition. He had to have a selfie where he was fucking me. I allowed it after he promised to keep my face out of the frame. I made it perfectly clear that I would go to jail if anyone found out it was me. Since Trevor was a smart kid, he clearly got the message, and I trusted him enough to go through with it. Especially since I’d get to have loads of nudes from this cutie.

After that, I taught him the basics of eating pussy. It turned out that he was a quick learner, and he almost made me cum. But since it was time to get going, and I wanted to fuck him one last time, I pushed him onto his back and sank down over his hard little cock. The girl on top was also a first for him, but he enjoyed playing with my tits during this fuck tremendously.

After we cleaned up and were about to head out into the store and back to the car, Trevor gave me a tight hug.

“Thank you,” he said into my shoulder.

“It’s been my pleasure,” I told him and brushed his hair.

It took him a second, but he got the double-entendre. He snickered but then clarified, “No, I mean… besides the sex stuff, which was incredible…” He looked up at me. “It’s been nice having someone actually listen to me and like who I am. Help me look good, and likes how I look and… you know, cares what I think. Thank you.”

This was so sweet that I almost teared up. It was probably due to all the hormones shooting through me, but it was a nice moment between us. I just hugged him back.

Unlike with other boys, I didn’t have to explain myself any further here or go into the rules of our new relationship. Trevor knew he had to keep his mouth shut. And not a single fiber in my body doubted him. That’s also the reason why he turned out to be the only kid I worked with who had my picture.

Asking his sister to come with us next time did cross my mind briefly, but I’d have to explain myself too much, and it would raise too many questions. I took boys out shopping, after all. Not girls. And besides, I wanted this little horndog all for myself! But business was business. Maybe I could go out and hire my first employee to take girls shopping. I wondered if Mimi was up for a promotion… I noticed lately that she always checked out the boy’s asses when she thought nobody was watching her, and this also might open up some new opportunities.

Trevor’s mother thanked me and even gave me a substantial tip for finally getting him to wear proper clothes. However, she was disappointed we didn’t come home with new shoes. I told her we’d have to take care of that soon. Right before I left, Trevor’s sister walked by in the background, wearing a spaghetti top and extremely short and tight shorts, something a bit too revealing for the autumn weather, I would think. She threw a quick glance at her brother and headed upstairs.

I wondered if Trevor could pull it off again after such an intense morning with me. But at twelve-going-on-thirteen, he probably had more stamina than what was good for him. And it wasn’t my problem since I was already planning another appointment with his mother.

He gave me another hug, and his mother smiled at me, thanking me once more. As I drove home, I was picturing Trevor eating out his sister’s pussy and was glad I had another session planned with a different cute twelve-year-old this evening. This would be our second get-together, so I was in for a full hour of uninterrupted sex with a kid that didn’t know how to stop fucking me.

During the drive, my mind drifted off, and I thought about the last couple of months. StyleFocus had given me so much more than just fantastic sex with preteen boys. I finally found something useful to do with my life, and this was a job I thoroughly enjoyed doing. It helped me so much with getting my act together, and it boosted my relationships with Gemma and my father even more. I was no longer a hot mess that couldn’t hold a job for six months in a row. I was now a business owner and damn good at what I did.

So, yeah… StyleFocus was probably the best thing that happened to me, and the best way to satisfy my newly found desires!

The end

Ibi habetis. Prima mihi valde subnectam fabulam. Spero te placuisse.

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