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In Plain Sight is a story by Caliboy1991. It’s on the edge and maybe not for everyone’s liking. But I want to be complete here, that’s why I publish it.
In Plain Sight – Part 1
In Plain Sight – Part 2
In Plain Sight – Part 3
In Plain Sight – Part 4
In Plain Sight – Part 5
In Plain Sight – Part 6
In Plain Sight – Part 7
In Plain Sight – Part 7
by
Caliboy1991
Asher pulled at the drawstring and tucked it into his swimsuit. The red material came halfway to his knees, ending mid-thigh. These were so much better than the shorts with which he’d started the summer. Four weeks had made quite a difference. He sported a light tan across his torso. Even his legs, which had been a pasty white, were now more brown than white.
Stepping over to the toilet, he cursed as he undid the drawstring and pulled his swimsuit down. As he peed, he inspected himself. He’d been plucking a few stray hairs every few days, almost to the point where it didn’t hurt. Almost. Now, though, he felt smooth to the touch. A quick inspection of the rest of his body confirmed what he already knew. As of yet, no other hair to contend with.
A knock at the door ended his inspection, and a moment later, Tate came in. She wore another one of her oversized T-shirts. It was white, and across it was emblazoned, Six out of Seven Dwarves are not Happy.
“Your mom home today?” Asher asked.
“Yeah. She’s taking me out for my birthday this evening. She’s going to take me out to eat, and then we’re going to go see Beauty and the Beast!”
Tate hadn’t let Asher forget this was her birthday. For the past week, she’d dropped hints about what she wanted her Prince Charming to give her. And like the dutiful but secret boyfriend, Asher hoped he’d picked right.
He followed her out the door, over to the swimming pool. Acne Face and Fatso, aka Ron and Dwayne, hadn’t shown their face in a couple of weeks, which suited Asher just fine. The young lady with two toddlers was nowhere to be seen when they arrived. Asher let Tate smear sunblock over his torso and arms and returned the favor on the girl’s arms before they ran and jumped in the cool water. By now, Asher could hardly believe he’d never learned how to swim until Tate had shown him. Now, he could zip between the shallow and deep ends even faster than Tate.
They had been at the pool for a while, and the sun was directly overhead as Asher stood in water up to his shoulder. His hands were in the air, gripping Tate’s as she balanced herself on his shoulders. He crouched low, dropping down until his nose was just above the waterline when a voice called out, “Tatum, darling, come here!”
Tate’s foot slipped off his shoulder, and she fell on top of Asher as both of them sank below the water. When Asher popped above the surface, Tate’s mom was standing over by the gate. The young man hadn’t been around the girl’s mom much over the past few weeks, but he suspected the faux kindness of ‘darling’ didn’t bode well for his secret girlfriend.
He followed Tate over to the side of the pool. Waving, he said, “Hi, Ms. Campbell. Nice day today.”
The girl’s mother looked over at him with a slightly confused look, “Oh, hello, um, Clint.”
While Ashton didn’t bother correcting her, Tate piped up, “His name’s Clay, Mom.”
There was a flash in the woman’s eyes, but it was gone almost as soon as Ashton has seen it. “Why aren’t you wearing your yellow swimsuit, dear? You’re practically exposing your chest to, um, Clay.”
Ashton saw the same glimmer of anger in Tate’s eyes, “It’s two years old. It doesn’t fit anymore. Even if it did, what do I have to cover up?”
The anger flashed in Ms. Campbell’s eyes as her nose flared, “Don’t sass me, Tatum. Your momma works way too hard to provide for you. Sometimes you can be so ungrateful. I swear.”
Her eyes caught Ashton staring at her. It was as if someone had flipped a switch. “Anyway, I came down here to tell you that Hank, I mean, Mr. Chronis has an important meeting with clients out of town tomorrow. He’s asked me to come with him. Take notes, that kind of thing.”
Tate’s face fell, “But Mom! My birthday – You promised!”
“Jesus, Tatum. I’ve got a job to do. I wish you weren’t so fucking selfish.”
From where she knelt by the side of the pool, Ms. Campbell stood up and with contempt in her eyes, said, “Mrs. Jenkins will keep an eye on you while I’m gone. I should be back Tuesday. I’ll let her know if it drags into Wednesday.”
When she reached the gate, she turned back, stared daggers at Tate, then gave a long look at Asher. “Girls are more trouble than their worth, Clint. Find yourself a good boyfriend. You’ll be happier.”
With that, she was gone. It was the longest conversation Asher witnessed between Tate and her mom and the most brutal by far. Tate leaned against the side of the pool, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Distraught, she sobbed, “That f-fucking bitch!”
He slid around behind her and wrapped his arms around the girl, holding her as she cried. When the sobs ended, Asher leaned forward, his mouth next to Tate’s ear, “Hey, Cinderella. Why would you want to go celebrate your birthday with Maleficent when you can come celebrate it with your Prince Charming?”
Tate hiccupped and then laughed as she turned around in his arms. Her arms snaked around his neck, and she leaned in and gave him a salty, wet kiss. “Really, Ash? You’d take me out for my birthday?”
Thankful they were alone, he kissed her again, “Yeah. I had wanted to anyway, but didn’t want to mess anything up between you and your mom.”
Shaking her head, Tate said, “Not possible. Can we have another sleepover when we get home?”
They’d only managed the once a few weeks before. The idea of another sent blood rushing from one head to another. “Shouldn’t you check with Mrs. Jenkins? Make sure she knows where you’re at?”
Chuckling, Tate climbed from the pool, “Come on. There’s something you should see.”
Following the girl across the parking lot, Asher saw that they were heading toward the girl’s apartment building. He’d seen the inside of her room a couple of times. Instead of going to her apartment, Tate knocked on the door across the breezeway. Without waiting for a response, she opened the door.
“Mrs. J? It’s Tatum.”
With that introduction, the girl waved Asher into the apartment. There’s a smell that permeates old people’s homes, a cross between talcum powder and Bengay ointment. That was the smell assaulting Asher’s nose when the door closed behind him.
A TV played quietly against one wall of the living room. A sofa, older and drabber than the government-issued one in Asher’s apartment, was on the other side of the room. An older woman was hunched over, her eyes glued to the TV.
When Tate sat down and touched Mrs. Jenkins’ shoulder, the old woman slowly turned her head, “Oh, hello, Rebecca. I didn’t see you there. Is Bobby with you?”
“It’s me, Mrs. J. Tatum. From across the hall.”
A confused expression washed over the old woman. She blinked a few times and then slowly turned her head toward the TV.
Getting back to her feet, Tate said, “Her mind’s not really here anymore. I don’t understand how she manages to make it on her own. Her daughter, that’s Rebecca, comes over a couple of times a month to check on her.”
Curious, Asher said, “Who’s Bobby?”
Tate headed toward the door, “Her son. He died a long time ago.”
Her hand rested on the doorknob, “So, can we have another sleepover? Mrs. J won’t care.”
Shaking his head as he looked back at the old woman, “No kidding. Yeah. You can stay over at my place until your mom gets back.”
***
Watching Tate shift around in her dress was fun, Asher decided as he forced his attention to the menu.
After tugging at her clothing for the umpteenth time, the girl said, “Are you sure I look okay, Ash? I think people are staring at me.”
It took all of Asher’s willpower to keep the corners of his lips from turning up. “Yeah, Tate. You look beautiful in that dress. I had no idea you even had one.”
Tate grumbled, “I wish I didn’t. But Mom bought it for school. Surprised it still fits.”
Asher’s leg stretched below the table. When he found the girl’s bare leg, he rubbed his leg up and down on it until Tate flushed and smiled. Leaning forward, she whispered, “Stop it, Ash. What will people think?”
The youth knew Tate made a good point. To anyone who might look at them, they might think a thirteen-, perhaps fourteen-year-old boy was treating his younger sister to dinner. He flashed a quick smile as he pulled his leg back, “You’re right. Later, then.”
A waiter sauntered over a bit later and took their drink orders. Dr Pepper for him and lemonade for her. By the time he returned with their drinks, Asher looked at his watch. They would be cutting it close to make the move if this joker didn’t pick up the pace.
Feeling anxious about ruining Tate’s birthday, Asher told the waiter, “I’m taking my sister to see a movie after this. We’re ready to order.”
Their waiter looked like he was still in college. He was trying to grow a beard and failing badly at it. “Sure, little dude. What’ll you have?”
After placing the order and watching their waiter mosey over to the kiosk where he could send the order to the kitchen, Asher watched as the wannabe-slacker chatted with a pretty waitress who was keying in an order. He tried not to fume at how long it took for their order to get sent back to the kitchen eventually.
“It’s okay, Ash. If we miss the movie, maybe we can catch it tomorrow.”
The teenager’s eyes softened as he looked back at Tate. She wore a half-hearted smile. “You’ve been looking at your watch a lot. And that look you gave that guy, I’ve seen it before. It’s the same look Mom gives me sometimes.”
Embarrassed at how easily the girl had read his mood, Asher apologized. “After your mom bailing on you, I wanted this evening to be as perfect as possible.”
The girl’s hand snaked across the table, grabbing his, “I was so angry at Mom for ditching me, but this is a bazillion times better. I’d rather be with you any day.”
“Thanks,” Asher said, “I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be with either.”
By the time their waiter returned with their entrees, it was clear they weren’t going to make the movie. The waiter’s nonchalant tone was almost too much, “Here you kids go, the shrimp platter for the little dude and the seafood linguini for his baby sister.”
Only the look of warning from Tate kept Asher from going off on their slacker-waiter. When they were alone again, Tate leaned over to the table, “Jeeze, he’s a dork.”
Peeling one of the shrimp, Asher nodded, “Yeah. I don’t know how he manages to walk and chew gum at the same time.”
Thirty minutes passed before their waiter stopped by and dropped off the checks. Barely able to contain his frustration, Asher loudly crunched on the ice from his drink glass as he looked at the bill. As if he were completely oblivious, the waiter disappeared into the kitchen with a promise to “be right back.”
Looking in his wallet, if Asher paid with cash, that would pretty much clean out what Deputy US Marshall Brown had given him. It had been a month since his arrival, and just as promised, the second payment hit his bank account the day before. Fifteen hundred dollars a month on top of his fully-paid-for apartment seemed like a lot to Asher as he put his debit card on top of the ticket.
Another fifteen minutes passed before they saw their waiter again. There was the burnt smell of cigarettes on him when he took the card, “I’ll be right back.”
Another look at his watch confirmed the movie had already started. Tate reached across again, “Stop looking at your watch, Ash. He’s not going to grow wings and fly.”
Repressing a frown, Asher said, “You’re right, Tate. I’m sorry. But it’s your birthday.”
She squeezed his hand, “Yep. And I’m with you.”
Ten minutes later, their waiter returned, “Here you go, little dude. You familiar with how to sign the receipt?”
Asher had ordered pizza often enough by now to learn how to sign a debit card receipt. After reading about tips online, he’d started adding those to the bottom of the receipts, feeling bad about the first couple of times that he’d unintentionally stiffed the delivery drivers. Now, as he malevolently grinned up at the waiter, Asher scrawled the signature he’d practiced a hundred times at Brown’s insistence and then put a goose-egg in the space for the tip.
“Yeah. This little dude knows how to sign his receipt. He even knows how to tip when he gets half-way decent service.”
Ignoring the dumbfounded expression on slacker-dude’s face, Asher slid out from the booth and offered his hand to his date. As he opened the passenger door for Tate, he half expected their waiter to run after them and cuss them out. He exhaled in relief when he slid into his seat and started the car, “Sorry about that, Tate. I really wanted to make your birthday something special.”
The girl leaned across the console and kissed his cheek before settling back into her seat and buckling up, “You are, Ash. We’re still having a slumber party at your place. That’ll be special.”
Asher’s face was warm as he turned onto the road and drove them home.
***
Asher had barely thrown the deadbolt home when Tate threw her arms around his neck and, standing on her tiptoes, planted a kiss on his lips. Before he could think about it, his hands snaked around the girl’s waist and pulled her into an embrace.
Wanting more than just a simple kiss, Asher slipped his tongue through his lips and pressed it against Tate’s. A moment passed before she opened her mouth and let him in. The taste of garlicky pasta mingled with her familiar taste, pulling at him until Tate was all he could think about. When the kiss ended, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into the bedroom. All thoughts beyond being with the girl were gone as he reached for the hem of her dress.
Asher couldn’t explain why, but seeing Tate in her plain white panties made him feel even harder within the constricting confines of his pants. Her hesitant smile from a month ago now replaced by a longing of her own, the girl reached out and unbuttoned his shirt. She slid it from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
Unable to contain his feelings any more, Asher stepped forward, guiding the girl onto his bed. His body pressed against her side as his lips found the girl’s again. No words were necessary between them as the youth felt Tate’s tongue slide into his own with confidence born of desire.
Even as the girl’s tongue slid along his, Asher’s hand reached down, slipping between Tate’s smooth skin and the narrow hem of her panties. He didn’t stop until his fingers found her puffy lips and the hooded bit of skin sheltering her immature clit.
Tate moaned in Asher’s mouth. The intense pleasure written on her face only stirred the eighteen-year-old’s ardor. The kiss ended when the girl gulped a deep breath of air. Asher moved his lips down to her neck, caressing her with his lips. From there, his lips touched her boyishly small nipples until they grew hard under his tongue.
Asher wanted to taste all of Tate. Her lips, her chest, her belly, and as he reached her panties, her very essence. He slipped the cotton material down her legs, exposing the puffy smoothness of her mons. When Tate pulled her legs wide, Asher lowered his face down and kissed her above her slit. Encouraged by her muffled moan and a full-bodied shudder, the teenager kissed the girl’s hood before tentatively sticking his tongue out, sliding it under the cleft of skin. His receptors picked up a taste of chlorine from their swimming earlier, along with a bit of salty sweat. There was something else, a hint of something tangy as well.
Asher did his best to block out the innumerable times he’d been forced to give the Syndicate’s myriad of clients blow jobs. Even so, he thought fondly of the times he and Peter had gone down on each other. Sucking on a guy’s cock isn’t the same as eating a girl. But as Asher’s relationship with Tate had grown over the past few weeks, he’d thought of this moment a lot. He’d even watched some porn videos online to guide him.
He opened his mouth, putting all of it over her slit while keeping his tongue on Tate’s little button of a clit. The taste of sweat and chlorine faded as Asher’s tongue worked the girl over. But that citrusy tang spread across his tongue as Tate became wet.
The youth licked and sucked on the girl, working his way to her hole. She was wetter here than at her clit, surprising Asher as he let her juices seep across his tongue. His finger found Tate’s clit as his tongue pressed against her hole. He slid inside when Tate pushed down on him with a loud moan.
With Asher’s finger caressing and tongue pushing into Tate, it wasn’t long before the girl’s hips ground into his mouth as she grabbed one of Asher’s pillows and moaned into it with wild abandon. Despite the room’s comfortable temperature, sweat plastered Tate’s hair to her forehead as her eyes shifted in and out of focus as she smiled happily up at Asher.
“Happy birthday, Cinderella,” he said, unable to keep the grin off a face slick with the girl’s juices.
A few minutes passed as Tate came down from her orgasmic high. When at last she found her voice, she said, “Wow, wow, wow. When you touched me on my puss, I didn’t know it could get any better. Now I do.”
Lying with his body pressed against the girl, Asher said, “It’s the least I could do for the prettiest birthday girl.”
Being reminded twice that she was now ten-years-old, Tate ran her hand from Asher’s neck all the way down his body until she reached his belt. “What did you get me for my birthday?”
Chuckling at the girl’s frustration at finding his penis locked away behind his pants, Asher said, “What? Doing that to you wasn’t enough of a birthday present?”
Tate gave him a knowing smile, “Come on, Ash. You liked what you did as much as me. Well, maybe almost as much as me.”
Laughing, Asher said, “There’s a bag under the bed. Your gift is in it.”
With more energy than he’d expected from a girl who’d just had the most powerful orgasm in her young life, Tate rolled off the bed and pulled a pink gift bag from below. When she pulled out what was inside, she gasped, “Oh, wow. Thanks.”
She held the Kindle in her hand, turning it around and looking at the sides. Finally, she said, “How do I turn it on?”
Leering at his girl, Asher said, “Not the same way that you turn me on.”
Tate’s eyes rose, catching the double meaning. Then she playfully swatted him on the chest before handing him the device.
Asher had fully charged it the day before when he’d downloaded a couple of dozen books to it. He had it turned on and back into the girl’s hands before she could do more than play with one of his nipples. She swiped her hand across the screen until she said, “Are all these books mine?”
“Yeah. I tried to find books I thought you’d like.”
Tate set the Kindle down and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him. So much had changed over the past month. The girl had gone from having no idea how to use her mouth to an experienced kisser in such a short time. Of course, Asher thought he’d gotten better too.
When Tate broke the kiss, her hands flew to Asher’s belt. She freed it from the loops and tossed it on the floor, and then unfastened and unzipped him.
“Lift up,” she said as she pulled at Asher’s pants. He wanted her just as much as she was eager for him, so he lifted his hips as she pulled down both his pants and underwear. Tate didn’t stop until she dropped them on the floor.
Leaning over him, Tate took his erection in her small hands. Then to the youth’s surprise, she lowered her head and kissed his flared glans. When her tongue touched him, Asher wondered if he’d died and gone to heaven. Sure, Peter had given him a blowjob, but somehow, Tate felt different as she tasted him. Peter had gone down, taking his inches into his mouth and sucking him as fast as possible, as if the more quickly he made Asher cum, the less likely anyone would be to see them. Although that hadn’t mattered in the end.
Tate took her time. Her tongue lapped around his head, driving his senses wild. She held him at the base and licked all five inches in one pass before she took his head into her mouth. Her tongue played across his piss-slit before she took in another inch. There wasn’t anything hurried in the girl’s actions, even when she took in more than half of Asher’s penis. She sucked on him, sending warm, tingling feelings everywhere her mouth touched. Then she pulled back until just his head remained. Back down again. Four inches this time. The feeling of her throat on the tip of his erection sent a powerful shiver up Asher’s spine even as the girl coughed and gagged when she pulled him out.
The idea that his erect penis was longer than her mouth hadn’t crossed Asher’s mind before. Before he could say anything else, Tate took him back in. At four inches, he could feel her throat relax as she breathed heavily through her nose, trying to avoid her gag reflex. Then she pushed down. Asher felt two things at the same time. His mushroom-shaped head bumped against the back of Tate’s throat at the same time as he felt her lips brush against his pubic bone.
All of that, taken together, was too much. Faster than it ever had before, this tingling throughout his penis surged through him. “Tate, I’m about to –“
Before he could finish, a feeling like an electrical shock stole through Asher’s body. More powerful than any orgasm before, his penis jerked in the girl’s mouth as he came. Three spasms, three quick little blasts of semen hit the top and back of Tate’s mouth as she pulled back until just Asher’s head remained inside.
When Tate let his penis slip out, it lost its stiffness, and Asher closed his eyes as he came down from his ecstatic orgasm. Nothing in his eighteen years compared to what he’d just felt. Asher lay on the bed, awash in post-orgasmic bliss as Tate snuggled against his chest. As the girl played with his nipples, Asher fell asleep.
***
The light below the ceiling fan blinded Asher for a moment when he opened his eyes. Rapidly blinking, he wondered for how long he had been asleep. About the time he realized his bladder was painfully full, he realized Tate’s sleeping form was draped against his own. Both were still naked from their earlier activities.
He craned his neck and found his alarm clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It was only a few minutes after midnight. There was simply no way to go back to sleep when he had to pee so badly. As carefully as possible, Asher untangled himself from Tate and slid out of bed before padding across the short hallway to the bathroom, where he soon found relief.
On the way back to his bed, Asher stopped in front of the mirror over the bathroom sink. Running a hand over his pubic area, it still felt a bit weird being so smooth. But the delight on Tate’s face when she played with him down there made the temporary pain from tweezing worth it.
Back in his bedroom, Tate sat in his bed, rubbing her eyes, “Is it morning yet?”
Asher tousled her short hair before lying down, “No, Cinderella. It’s only midnight.”
Tate slid across his body, stopping briefly when she lay fully on top of him to plant a peck on his lips. When she broke the kiss, she said, “I gotta pee too.”
She slid the rest of the way off and ran to the bathroom. A tuneless humming came from there as Asher thought about the feeling of her body on his a moment before. By the time the girl returned, his five inches were hard, laying against his lower abdomen.
Tate smiled at his erection as she climbed onto the bed. When she made to slide over him to resume laying next to him, Asher’s arms slid around her as he leaned forward and kissed her. His erection poked up, digging against the girl’s butt as his lips connected with hers. Despite dozens of kisses over the past month, he’d never held her to his body naked like this before.
Tate giggled after the kiss ended, as Asher’s arms remained around her. “You’re wiener’s really close to my puss, Ash. You’re not trying to put it in me, are you?”
Feeling his erection twitch, Asher said, “Would it be okay if I did?”
The girl’s eyes grew serious, and her mouth relaxed as Asher felt her study his face for a long moment. Her teeth bit on her lower lip before she said, “I know you’ll be gentle.”
Asher couldn’t take his eyes off the girl’s face as they moved so that he was on top of her. As his lips met hers again, he held his erection with one hand as he moved it down her open, puffy labia. He felt his glans find her hole and then slid it around in the small space between her clit and vagina until it was slick.
“You ready, Cinderella?”
Nodding, the girl’s arms reached around him, her voice warbled with nerves, “Y-yeah, my Prince Charming.”
Asher pushed gradually forward, gasping when his glans disappeared within her tight confining hole. In response, Tate’s face twisted at the pressure. Stopping, the youth said, “Does it hurt?”
Tate shook her head, “Not much. You feel really big in me. Keep going. Just slow.”
Asher waited a bit and then gently slid a bit deeper. Tate’s face relaxed as she added, “Feels better now. Deeper.”
Inch by inch, Asher slid the rest of his erection in, until his pubic bone pushed against Tate’s bald mons. He squeezed his eyes closed at the extraordinary tightness enveloping his five inches. Despite the girl taking care of him earlier, the eighteen-year-old knew he wouldn’t last long.
He rocked backward on his hips, stopping when he felt the tip of his erection just inside the girl. Then he slid all the way in, eliciting a rapturous moan from Tate. No words were necessary as he rocked backward and forward, feeling the tight walls of the now-ten-year-old girl’s pussy.
Asher’s penis tingled more powerfully now than it had when Tate’s lips were locked around it. Deep within himself, he started to shake as the tingling exploded within. His erection spasmed harder than ever before, trapped in Tate’s vise-grip as his semen erupted deep inside the girl.
It felt more intensely good than even the blow-job Tate had given him earlier in the evening. He didn’t want it to end as he kept moving in and out of her. A few seconds after his erection stopped pulsating within the girl, Tate’s nails dug into Asher’s back as her legs flew around his waist. She pushed her head against Asher’s neck as she yelled against his collarbone.
When Asher stopped, he stayed buried to his hilt, amazed at the rush he was only now coming down from. After Tate’s body stopped shaking, she threw her head back, “Again, Ash. That was in-cred-a-ble!”
It was a long time before the two of them finally went to sleep the night Tate turned ten.
The End.
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In Plain Sight – Part 6
by
Caliboy1991
The only downside to his boxers was they didn’t have pockets. Asher fumbled with his wallet as he balanced the pizza box while the delivery guy waited for payment. After handing over the money, he closed the door. The way the twenty-something guy had looked at him left the eighteen-year-old feeling uncomfortable.
While he set the box on the coffee table, the bathroom door opened, and Tate called, “Ash, can you grab my backpack? I forgot it.”
When Asher got over to the bathroom door with Tate’s backpack, the girl was standing in the doorway with a towel draped in front of her. He smiled at her, “Are you sure? You’d look pretty in that.”
She giggled and stuck her tongue out, “You just wanna see me naked.”
“Don’t blame me. It’s not my fault my Cinderella is so darned cute.”
Tate giggled again as she took the backpack and closed the door. A couple of minutes later, she stepped out and placed the pack on the table. Asher sucked in his breath when he saw her. The girl wore a pair of plain white panties. She was both innocent and alluring at the same time.
Her voice was barely above a whisper, “Is this okay to wear? When I saw you wearing your boxers, I thought…”
Her voice faded as she gripped her hands, holding them in front of her underwear.
It took a moment for Asher to find his voice, “Wow. You look amazing, Tate.”
The girl came over and grabbed a paper plate and a slice of pizza. “Really? My underwear isn’t pretty like Mom’s. She’s got pretty pink panties and nice silky black ones, too. Mine are just old plain white.”
Asher’s boxers were dark blue, like the night sky, with tiny spots of white sprinkled about, like stars. But he didn’t care about any of that. “I think they look fine on you, Tate. But if you don’t like them, just take them off, and you won’t have to worry about them being too plain.”
After taking a bite of pizza, Tate smiled at him with a twinkle in her eyes, “You wish.”
When Asher finished his first slice of pizza, he started the next episode of Stranger Things. After they polished off the pizza, Tate scooted next to him, grabbed his hand, and drew it across the back of her shoulders. She flashed a grin at him before resting her head against his chest.
By the end of the episode, Asher moved his arm down a bit, bringing it under the girl’s right arm, which stretched across his chest. His fingers played across her chest. A small part of him felt dirty as his fingertips rubbed across her boy-like nipples. That feeling didn’t last long because Tate returned the favor, her fingers playing across his chest.
After Asher cued up the next episode, he wrapped both arms around the girl, “I’m glad I met you, Tate. I really like you.”
The girl reached up and kissed him on the cheek, “Me too, Ash. I can hardly believe I’ve only known you a week. I feel so close to you.”
As the plot of Stranger Things became more complicated, Asher found himself drawn into the story. Even so, his right hand never left Tate’s chest. He understood the girl’s feelings because he felt the same way.
They were halfway through the next episode when the girl’s hand, which had started on Asher’s chest, started rubbing on the space between his belly button and the band of his boxers. Her fingers were little jolts of pleasure on his skin, and before long, the fluttering in his stomach led to an erection in his boxers. The problem with Asher’s boxers is the flap at the front was loose, and when Tate’s hand brushed against the top of his boxers, his penis twitched, causing his tip to poke through.
On one hand, the idea of a girl seeing him terrified Asher. On the other hand, he’d plucked his few strands in the very hope of Tate seeing him.
The girl’s hand froze, and then in a quiet voice, she said, “Your wiener, it’s sticking out.”
The fear of exposure seeped away now that Tate had seen him. While Asher wanted her to see more of him, she was so young that he didn’t want to push her into anything. “Sorry. Your hand on my belly feels really nice. I guess I got a little excited.”
Tate’s hand started rubbing his belly again, “You said that your wiener gets hard a lot just because. But did it get hard now because of me?”
Asher’s penis twitched, causing the flap to slide down his erection, exposing more of him. “Yeah. You touching me makes me feel really good.”
“Cool.”
Torn by his emotions, Asher finally moved his free hand to his boxers, “Sorry, you probably don’t need to see my, um, wiener.”
Before he could shift his erection back inside his boxers, Tate reached out her hand and stopped him. “I don’t mind, Ash. Did I really made that happen?” There was a note of wonder in her voice.
The youth felt a thrill as the girl stopped him. Just like he’d discovered with Peter, Asher knew that Tate needed to make her own choices, too.
When he went back to paying attention to the show, Asher had to rewind the past ten minutes. He’d become completely distracted. Even so, the action on the screen, as far as he was concerned, paled beside the action on the couch. Within just a couple of minutes of rewinding the show, Tate’s fingers brushed across his erection.
Asher nearly jumped when Tate went from brushing her fingers over his erection to wrapping her fingers around his shaft. He murmured, “What’d you find there, Cinderella?”
Giggling, Tate looked up at him while still holding on, “My Prince Charming. Is this okay?”
Was it okay? Asher’s penis tingled along all five inches. The only thing to come close was the memory of Peter holding him similarly. He stammered, “Y-yeah. If you’re okay with it, so am I.”
The girl leaned down as she gently squeezed him, “I think your wiener is nicer than Dwayne’s. His looked ugly.”
Asher’s curiosity got the better of him, “Why? Because he was hairy?”
Tate’s fingers reached down to where his penis connected to his pubic area, “That was part of it. But his wiener was ugly too.”
“When you saw it earlier, what did you think of my hair down there?”
Tate shrugged, “It’s okay, I guess. After all, I like you, so I gotta be okay with it. Right?”
Asher took his free hand and moved it to his waistband, “Not necessarily, Tate. If you don’t like something, I want you to tell me. I kinda figured my pubic hair wasn’t something you liked very much. Can I show you something?”
When Tate nodded, Asher gently pulled the girl’s hand away from his erection so that he could free his penis from the fly and pull the front of his boxers down. When he pulled them down below his erection, the girl squealed, “You got rid of them. How’d you do that?”
Thinking about how painful plucking them had been, Asher winced when he said, “Tweezers.”
“Mom does the same thing with her eyebrows.”
Her hand returned to his crotch. Now, though, her fingers explored the smooth expanse above his erection, “It really is smooth!”
Smiling at the note of wonderment, Asher asked, “Do you think it’s as smooth as yours?”
Tate turned bright red as she giggled, “I dunno. You wanna check?”
With that, Tate climbed up from the couch and stood in front of him. Confused by what the girl offered, Asher sat up, ignoring his own erection.
“Go ahead, Ash. You can look. I don’t mind,” Tate said, a plaintive tone in her voice.
Asher’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he reached out and pulled the girl’s panties down, not stopping until they fell to her feet. Just below eye level, inside arm’s reach was Tate’s smooth, puffy mound. He could just see the top of her slit. Another glance at the girl’s face showed an expectant expression. Even with her permission, Asher felt his hand tremble as he reached out and touched her smoothness.
Asher knew that men came in all shapes and sizes. Prostituted out by the Syndicate, God knows he’d seen just about every size and shape of penises. Long before Peter, he’d also learned that boys, even those who had been mutilated, were just as varied. Peter had been different. He was the only boy Asher had been with who still possessed his balls. And even though the boy hadn’t had pubic hair, his pubic area had been covered in fine little vellus hairs.
Tate wasn’t like that. Her skin was silky smooth. If she had any hair at all, it was too fine to see or feel. Asher’s index finger moved down until it pushed against the folds of the girl’s slit. It was nearly overwhelming. When Asher found his voice, he squeaked, “Yeah, you’re really smooth. Maybe even smoother than me. It’s really nice.”
Tate’s lips turned up into a toothy smile as she took her seat, now wearing nothing more than nature intended. Asher slipped his boxers off, too, before wrapping his right arm around the girl’s shoulders again.
The girl’s hand rested on his stomach for only a moment before running her fingers over his now-bald pubic area. That didn’t mean she ignored the rest of him. Her fingers traced his erection, from the tip of his glans, past the loose skin of his circumcision, down to the base of his shaft. All of that made his erect penis tingle.
Tate’s fingers probed lower until they brushed over his immature empty scrotal sack. That felt weird to the touch. The girl leaned down and after a moment said, “Um, Mrs. Jenkin’s grandson had balls down here. Dwayne did, too. What happened?”
Telling Peter about his mutilation hadn’t been too hard. The other boy had been traumatized in different ways and could relate to Asher’s humiliation. He wasn’t sure what or how much to share with Tate. After all, even though this new life was something he was still trying to figure out. If he told her too much and if she slipped and told someone, it could jeopardize not only his life but hers also.
“Um, I had an accident when I was little. Lost them both.” It was close enough to the truth but hid years of pain and humiliation. And it was certainly something he could see himself saying to anyone who might ask.
Her fingers played with the loose skin for a bit before making their way up to his shaft. Asher couldn’t recall the last time he’d been stimulated without release for as long as he had today. And in truth, Tate’s intimate exploration felt a lot better than his own feverish masturbation. It didn’t take long for the tingling to consume him, and just before he erupted, Asher cried, “Watch out! I’m about to cum.”
Before Tate could pull her hand away, Asher’s penis twitched under her touch, and a thin, clear stream of semen slammed into the youth’s chin. Another spasm and another drop of semen landed on his chest. When finished, there was a glistening, clear pearl on this tip of his glans.
Tate’s eyes were round as saucers, “Wow, so that’s what happens.”
***
After cleaning himself in the bathroom, Asher saw the light on in his bedroom. Tate, still naked, was back at his bookshelf, reading the back of one of his paperbacks. Her slim figure, without the curves brought about by adolescence, was so like a boy’s, at least from the back. She even had a bubble butt.
The image of Tate’s naked backside took the youth back to the first time he saw Peter naked. The facility had taken most of the residents to the local Family Y that day. Asher never ventured past the four-foot marker in the pool, content to play with some of the younger kids from the facility. Peter had latched onto him during their play, and before long, the two of them were wrestling and splashing.
That day, they were among the last to get out of the swimming pool. As a result, they had the boys’ locker room to themselves. Peter, facing the other way, had dropped his swimming trunks, giving Asher a glimpse of his porcelain-white globes. It was only a moment, but everything that came afterward with Peter flowed from that moment.
Asher blinked away the memory and went over behind Tate, “You can borrow any of them if you want.”
The girl set the book on the shelf and turned around, her shoulder brushing lightly against his chest. “Maybe.”
Her eyes darted between his legs, “Wow. It does get soft.”
Asher laughed, then lowered his head and kissed the girl lightly on the lips. “After I cum, it usually is soft.”
Tate’s eyes lingered on his penis, “I never saw Dwayne’s do that. I’m glad, though.”
Stomach fluttering again, Asher said, “Do you want to watch episode five?”
The girl stepped around him and sat on the edge of the bed, “Not tonight.”
A glance down revealed Asher’s penis had thickened a bit, although he wasn’t fully erect. Yet. He came over and sat beside the girl, “What would you like to do?”
Tate’s eyes were fixed to a spot on the carpet as she bit her lower lip. Asher was learning to give her time. After a long moment, she said, “Mom’s never let me have a sleepover with any of my friends from school. But she’s gone all night and, well, can we have a sleepover tonight?”
Asher was shocked at the suggestion, “What if your mom comes home tonight? She’ll see you’re not home and will freak out.”
Tate cocked an eyebrow at him, “This is my mom we’re talking about. She’s not going to be home until sometime tomorrow afternoon. And even if she did come home tonight, I guarantee you, she wouldn’t check my bed.” Her voice turned plaintive, “Please, Ash.”
Since being rescued from the clutches of the Syndicate, Asher had never slept in the same room with anyone else. Not even Peter. And everything before… Asher would always have nightmares about what happened before.
That’s when it dawned on him, Tate was the only girl he’d ever been with alone. Letting her stay over would be a first. “Okay. If you stay over, would you want to watch something else on Netflix?”
She shook her head, “It’s cool and all, but could we just hang out in here? It’d be fun just to talk until we fall asleep.”
Asher’s erection returned, pointing upward from his lap. “Okay, Tate. Let me find my boxers, and we can have your slumber party.”
Tate grabbed his hand as he rose, “I don’t mind about your wiener, Ash. I think it’s super cute. Don’t get your boxers because of me.”
The youth let the girl keep him on the bed, “But if I don’t cover it up, it’s going to be hard all night.”
Tate’s cheeks flushed, “Because of me?”
Asher felt his lips curl upward even as he felt himself twitch. “Yeah. You’re beautiful when you’re naked.”
He nearly fell off the bed when Tate leaned back and spread her legs open, revealing for the first time what had been hidden inside her puffy, immature labia. Just inside the cleft was a small hooded flap. Further back, toward her backside, nearly hidden within the recesses of her inner labia, was a tiny hole. Asher had seen enough porn to know what he was looking at.
Sucking in a breath, Asher said, “So are you, Tate. Really pretty.”
Flushing, the girl pulled her legs together, “I’ve never done that before. It felt kind of naughty.”
Asher leaned back on the bed next to her, resting a hand between her belly and chest, “I really liked your, um, puss, Tate. Like the rest of you, it’s pretty. Does it bother you for me to say that?”
Tate’s eyes narrowed in thought. “I know this is naughty, us being naked. Mom would kill me if she found out, but I don’t care, Ash. I couldn’t imagine this with anyone else. Because it’s you, it doesn’t bother me.”
The eighteen-year-old leaned over, looked into the girl’s eyes before slowly lowering his lips onto hers. This, their third kiss was the best yet. Tate’s lips responded with a growing awareness of how to react. Asher’s lips tingled as their lips pressed together. Finally, when he ran out of air, the youth pulled back, feeling dizzy. Tate gazed up at him with a lopsided grin.
Breathing heavily, she said, “Wow. I want to do that some more.”
Asher responded by kissing her again.
Time seemed to stand still for the youth as their lips touched. It wasn’t a single kiss, but an untold number that chapped his lips, and when he pulled back, he felt his face flushed with a heat that had nothing to do with his bedroom’s temperature. The one time he kissed Peter held nothing on this evening’s experience. Unlike the twelve-year-old boy, Tate’s lips hungered for his.
When the kisses ended, and Asher licked his dry lips, he felt Tate’s hand on his belly. She rubbed it for a moment, then lowered it until she slid it over his raging boner. “It’s weird how it’s so soft and hard at the same time.”
Asher licked his dry lips, “I think you just like my di-wiener.”
“Maybe. It’s pretty cool,” Tate conceded, then, in a whisper, she added, “You can touch me down there, too. If you want.”
He reached out and touched Tate’s flat tummy. How could he deny what he wanted when the girl held him in her hand? When his index finger slid over her immature mons, the girl’s legs slid apart, opening her slit wide to him. Needing no more encouragement, Asher slid his finger between Tate’s legs, sliding over the slight hood. Beneath her hood, he found a small, raised button. When he touched the girl there, Tate arched her back and hissed.
“Oooh, that felt good,” she moaned. “Feels even better than when I do it.”
Taking her vocalization as approval, Asher rubbed his finger over and around the little nub below the fleshy hood. Tate gyrated her hips in concert with his touch. As his pleasured the girl, Asher’s fingers grew slick with moisture. While he watched some porn, it had mostly been videos about fucking. Tate’s reaction was a pleasant but unexpected surprise. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew women got wet during sex. But feeling Tate’s wetness on his finger was yet another revelation.
What else would he discoverer exploring the delights hidden within the girl’s puffy lips? Despite the girl’s moans of pleasure at his touch, Asher’s fingers traced the area away from her hood until he touched the tightness of her tiny hole.
Tate squirmed under him as though missing his touch on her little button. Still, he wanted to feel her insides. His finger pressed on the tight, wet hole until his fingertip slid through the opening. Tate gasped, “Oh, that feels different.”
Asher stopped, keeping the end of his finger inside her. “Have you ever had anything in you before?”
Tate stopped squirming, sweat beading on her forehead, “I put the eraser end of a pencil in almost all the way. And my finger a couple of times. Your finger feels different. Bigger.”
Worried about the look in Tate’s eyes and the sweat on her brow, Asher pulled his finger out, “Do you want me to stop?”
Tate moved her hips, pushing against Asher’s hand, “No! I want more.”
Rubbing his finger around until it was as slick as possible, he pushed until his first knuckle disappeared. The tightness added to the heat enveloping his finger even as he pushed until his second knuckle disappeared.
Looking into the girl’s face, she’d closed her eyes, squeezing them shut. “You okay, Tate?”
Nodding, the girl said, “Deeper, Ash.”
The eighteen-year-old pulled back a bit, feeling more juices seep around his digit, and then slid his finger in all the way. Tate shuddered under him even as her tight walls undulated and gripped at him. Then he slid his finger almost all the way out before pushing in to his last knuckle.
Tate squealed through clenched teeth, “N-nice!”
A squishing noise filled the room as Asher moved his finger in and out as the young girl, obviously enjoying the penetration, shifted her hips around on his bed. Then, he felt more moisture around his finger as the girl became stiff as a board. She covered her mouth as a loud moan filtered around her palm.
Asher pulled his finger from the girl as he saw Tate’s glazed-over eyes. When she eventually found her voice, she said, “That’s never happened before. That was…”
Words failed her as her expression turned into a smile. Encouraged, Asher kissed her again. Even with dry lips, the warmth of their connection pulled at his heart. It was an absurd thought, but he wanted to be Tate’s Prince Charming.
While she shook in her orgasm, the girl’s fingers had abandoned his penis, but as her breathing returned to normal, Tate’s fingers wrapped around his erection. Even though she wasn’t stroking him like when he beat himself off, her fingers still stimulated him, and before long, he said, “Ah, Tate, I’m about to cum!”
Tate gripped his shaft just as he spasmed in her hand. A bit of clear goo slammed into Asher’s neck, followed a second later by another powerful spasm. This bit of clear slime landed just under his left nipple. The last little dollop graced the edge of the girl’s index finger.
Breathing heavily, Asher used a hand to wipe his semen from his neck. Without thinking, he stuck his finger in his mouth and swallowed the slightly salty goo. A moment later, the bit from his chest followed. Tate stared at him, her mouth agape, “You just swallowed your stuff!”
Asher felt himself grow red in the face at the realization he’d just eaten his own cum in front of the not-quite ten-year-old girl. When he’d been whored out by the Syndicate, he’d swallowed so much semen that he swore he’d never taste it again. And he kept that promise for all of a year.
It happened a couple of days after the incident in the Y’s shower when he’d seen Peter’s butt. The boy had come into his room to share a game he had on his Gameboy. The two had gone from playing on the Gameboy to wrestling on his bed. They had only been wearing shorts, and it hadn’t taken much for them to start playing grab-ass. Peter had pushed his exposed four inches into Asher’s face, mostly as a joke. But when Asher had latched onto it with his lips, Peter didn’t pull away. In fact, his hips pushed forward until his erection hit the skin in front of Asher’s tonsils.
He didn’t let go of Peter’s rod until the younger boy shot his cum into his mouth. The sweetness of his clear cum surprised Asher. After so many bitter and vile orgasms forced down his throat, the idea that a boy’s semen could be different had never crossed his mind.
After that, he’d eaten his own. It was similar in taste to Peter’s. Since then, over the past year, Asher would occasionally eat his own semen, noticing that lately there was slight but bitter saltiness that hadn’t been there before.
To Tate, he said, “It’s not bad.”
With a large dose of skepticism, Tate put her finger in her mouth. After a moment, she nodded thoughtfully, “kind of reminds me of the sweet and salty peanuts at Mrs. Jenkins.”
Spent, Asher’s penis soon returned to its normal much smaller size as he moved so that his head rested on the pillow next to the headboard. Tate crawled over next to him and leaned against him, “Thanks for letting me stay. I want more sleepovers like this.”
Chuckling, Asher moved his right arm so Tate could nestle against his side. “Me, too.”
Before long, Tate’s breathing deepened as she fell asleep. Asher moved just enough to put his other arm around her. It wasn’t long before his snores joined hers.
Continued in Part 7
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