Skirting the Issue – Part 3
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)
That afternoon I got a call from Debbie. She explained that due to some staffing issues at the hospital where she worked, she’d been roped into working second shift for the next week, starting that night with a double. We’d already talked about the fact that she felt Ethan was mature enough at twelve to spend the occasional evening alone when she had to work a double, but with this new schedule she wouldn’t be getting home till nearly midnight the entire week and she didn’t feel comfortable leaving him alone to fend for himself all week. She was wondering if I would consider helping.
“I’d give you some money to help feed him,” she explained. “He’s responsible enough to get himself into bed at nine-thirty. I’d just need you to let him crash on your bed or even your couch and I’d collect him when I got home. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I really can’t afford a sitter who could stay that late.”
“Debbie, it’s no problem. Really,” I assured her.
“Are you sure? I really don’t want to impose on you.”
“Hey, we’re neighbors, and I’d like to think friends,” I said. “That’s what friends do. Why don’t you give me an idea of the types of things he likes to eat and I’ll go shopping. I doubt you want me to feed him pizza all week.”
So she gave me a menu, and I waved off her offers to pay for the food or allowing him to stay. What I didn’t say was that I’d have paid her for the opportunity. So I was simmering with excitement as I went grocery shopping, thinking about snacks that he might enjoy. I already knew he wasn’t into bad snack foods and preferred to eat healthy for the most part; pizza being an obvious exception.
Then it was just a waiting game. I was too full of nervous energy to work, so I just paced around the kitchen and living room, listening to music and watching the window. Eventually, I saw Ethan, but instead of coming to the door, he passed right on by. I was disappointed for a moment, but I realized he was going next door to change and likely to grab some things for the evening. That brief glimpse was enough to get my blood up, however.
It was a full twenty minutes before he returned. I couldn’t imagine what had taken so long, but I nearly shot out of my chair and ran for the door when I saw him pass the window. Then, if my heart wasn’t already in my throat, it certainly was after opening the door.
Ethan stood there with a shy smile, and I knew that the outfit he was wearing wasn’t the one I’d just seen him in when he passed twenty minutes prior. That explained at least some of that time. It was actually the smell of him that hit me first. It wasn’t his usual tween girl perfume. This was dark and seductive and I knew it must belong to his mother. The outfit was also dark and seductive.
Ethan wore skirts pretty often, and I’d probably seen most of the ones he owned. They tended towards stiffer fabrics, like denim or corduroy, or thick wool. The skirt he wore today was a light and breezy cotton, and the breeze blowing along the walkway was causing it to flutter against his thighs. It was also shorter than the others, leaving lots of smooth leg to ogle, from high on his thigh all the way down to his delicate little bare feet, where the hairless skin was broken by a little golden anklet on his right leg. The skirt was teal with a white waistband, and it was matched above by a teal midriff top, also of thin cotton, which had spaghetti straps looping over his bare shoulders and an edge of white lace around the waist, arm holes and neck. I immediately felt my cock sliding up along my groin towards the waistband of my briefs and I knew I’d have to make an adjustment to get it to lie flat and not betray me.
My reaction must have given away some of what I was feeling, because Ethan smiled happily and posed in the doorway. “Mom told me I get to stay here tonight. Well, at least for awhile.”
“And you’re already dressed for bed?” I asked, trying to make a joke, but quickly realizing that it might be taken as a double entendre.
Ethan blushed, but then held up a gym bag. “I brought pj’s,” he told me.
As he came inside and set down his bag I didn’t know if I should say something about his outfit. He’d obviously gone to an effort and it seemed callous to ignore it, but I was afraid of making too big a deal about it at the same time. Finally I settled for, “That’s quite an outfit.”
Ethan turned and grinned, and then he spun for me, causing that little skirt to flare up around his thin hips. I caught a flash of white underneath and my breath caught. “Do you like it?” he asked.
“It’s very… small,” I finally said.
Ethan sucked in a delighted breath and clapped his hands together once. He rushed up to me and put both hands flat against my chest. “You’re blushing!”
“Am not,” I said, a bit petulantly.
“You think I’m cute,” he said, grinning up at me.
“I didn’t say that,” I said.
“Yeah, but you’re thinking it,” he told me, then he gave me a quick hug and went off to the kitchen with quite a bit more flounce in his step than I was used to from him. “Do you have any snacks?”
I joined him in the kitchen and showed him the veggie tray I’d gotten for him. Then we sat at the kitchen island on bar stools while snacking and talking about his day. He kept crossing and uncrossing his legs, which was driving me to distraction. I was trying very hard not to look, but I knew I wasn’t always successful. Somehow his skirt was riding higher and higher up on his thighs. I kept watching through lowered lids to see how he was doing it, but it was a mystery.
Finally he looked at me and asked, “Danny, have you ever liked a boy?”
Did he mean, do I like him? I wondered. Or is he asking advice about a boy? I decided to play it safe. “Do you like a boy?”
He just gave me a level stare and nodded.
“Well, that’s alright,” I said. I’d been wondering when this conversation would happen. “I think people should be able to like whoever they want.”
“But have you ever liked a boy?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but equivocate. “Well, I liked some boys when I was your age.”
He thought for a moment and asked, “Why don’t you have a girlfriend? Are you gay?”
“Well,” I said slowly, grasping for an answer, “why would you assume I’m gay because I don’t have a girlfriend? I don’t have a boyfriend either. I just moved here.”
I could tell he was getting frustrated with my evasions. He asked, “Okay, but when you do have one, do you have girlfriends or boyfriends?”
“I’ve had both,” I told him, which was truthful enough. I’ve dated both women and men, when I could find a young enough looking guy. Honestly though, neither has ever really satisfied and a couple of years before I’d just decided to stop pretending that I was anything but a boylover.
“Oh,” he said, and my answer seemed to give him pause.
I took advantage of the lull in his questioning and said, “So! What do you wanna do? Watch a movie? Play some Mario Kart? Search for a solution to world hunger?”
Ethan giggled, then said, “I should do my homework.”
“Isn’t this your last week?” I asked. “What sort of cruel monster would give out homework during the last week of school?”
“Mr. Morgan. He’s my history teacher. I think he hates kids.”
“Well, then clearly he’s made a solid career choice, teaching middle schoolers.”
“I know, right?” he said with a grin, then he slid down off the bar stool and went over to his gym bag, which he’d set down next to the couch.
Instead of crouching down to get inside it, he bent straight over from the waist. The way he’d set his legs a bit apart and positioned himself so that his back was directly to me led me to believe he was doing it purposefully. Purposeful or not, the effect was spectacular. That little teal skirt rode up the back of his thighs and then beyond, revealing not a pair of tighty-whities, as I’d instinctively been expecting despite his earlier confession about underwear choices, and not even a pair of girl’s panties, which wouldn’t have surprised me. Instead I was greeted with what must have been a pair of women’s panties, or maybe even a thong.
They were white, as I’d seen earlier. I honestly don’t know all that much about women’s underthings, but there was a wide strip of lacy cloth which mostly sank into the crack of Ethan’s creamy little ass, but left each taut globe at least half bare. The material that did cover his ass was sheer and lacy. I could see the barest lump underneath where his balls were concealed, and I could tell by the width of the cloth there that they weren’t designed for such a job, and an older boy would have had spillage on one or both sides.
I desperately wanted to stare, or even better, walk up and stick my face right into that delicious bit of cleavage, but instead I picked up my phone and stared at it intently, pretending not to have noticed anything. In the meantime, the image had seared itself laser-like into my corneas, and my cock was back at full attention, throbbing and sticking straight up against my belly.
Ethan lingered far longer than necessary to retrieve his homework, his hips swaying seductively side to side as he dug through his bag. Finally he rose and tossed his head, that sweep of hair over his brow falling into perfect position. He looked at me, but I studiously ignored him and he went and flopped onto the sofa.
I couldn’t help myself. I knew I shouldn’t be rushing into this, but the situation was just too perfect. Well, I’ve always said I liked boys to come to me. Apparently Ethan was ready to come to me. At least partway. So I went and sank into the lounge chair opposite the sofa, still pretending to look at my phone.
Ethan had his bare feet up on the coffee table in front of him, and I’m sure that if I’d been sitting next to him I’d have been able to see just how high up his thighs his skirt had slid. From my angle, it seemed pretty high. However, although his feet were about a foot apart on the table, his knees were together. I caught the flicker of movement as he lifted his head from his book to look at me, and then it returned. A moment later, he began to spread his legs.
My hands actually trembled around my phone, and I had to drop phone and right hand to my thigh so it wouldn’t shake. My left hand tapped nervously on the arm of my chair. More and more of Ethan’s smooth inner thighs were being revealed as his legs slowly spread, the shadows within slowing being beaten back as more light was allowed to intrude. I was mesmerized by the glint of gold on his ankle, and my eyes kept traveling from there up along his hairless calves before sliding into the dark recesses between his legs.
At first all I could see was the shadowy hint of white cloth within, but by the time Ethan’s knees were about a foot apart, his boyish charms were on full display. I suppose I was about six or seven feet away, and not the six or seven inches I’d have preferred, and of course all that lace teasingly distorted things, but there in plain view were Ethan’s pubescent cock and balls.
His scrotum was scrunched up as you’d imagine, but it appeared completely hairless and seemed to contain balls about the size of olives. His little penis was leaning drunkenly to my right, his left. It was also being compressed by the tight cloth of his lace panties, but looked to be about three inches long and about as thick as my thumb. I could clearly see the pinkish color of his glans, darker than the pale shaft, which let me know that he was circumcised.
After a few long moments, I realized I was staring, albeit under my lowered brows. I also realized that Ethan was returning the stare. I swallowed nervously. This was always the scariest part for me. Did the boy really want me, or was he just testing boundaries? What would happen if I took things over the line? Still, I hadn’t been this nervous about this sort of thing in a long time. What was it about this girly little boy that put me off my game?
“You never asked me about the guy I like,” Ethan finally said.
I tore my gaze away from his crotch to meet his eyes. “He’s a boy in your school?” I asked, playing the game.
Ethan slowly shook his head, and his legs parted just a bit more. I couldn’t help it, my eyes flicked downward. Was it my imagination, or was that pale little tube of flesh longer and straighter than it had been a few moments before?
Now it was Ethan’s turn to swallow his nervousness. “It’s someone else,” he said. Then, more softly, “He’s older.”
In a spur of the moment decision, I decided to go bold. I nodded thoughtfully and asked, “Did you wear those for this guy you like, or do you just like the breeze?”
Ethan met my eyes and gave me a shy smile before dropping his gaze. “Both,” he said.
There was a bit of husky growl in my voice when I said, “Stand up, Ethan.”
The boy did so immediately, facing me across the coffee table, although glancing down at the floor. His left foot twisted nervously and he played with one of the bangles on his left wrist.
I asked, “Will you take your top off for me?”
Ethan met my gaze for just a moment before his eyes skittered away, and I worried that I’d misstepped. Then his hands went to his waist and he slowly lifted the thin garment up and off, dropping it on the coffee table. He was a vision. His pale, creamy skin was blemish free, his soft belly only very slightly rounded and his thin chest showing a small, but unexpected amount of definition. His nipples were surprisingly large, about the size of quarters, and the tiny nubbin in the center of each quickly rose to prominence. He had the kind of navel that wasn’t quite an innie, but wasn’t quite an outtie either.
Ethan looked at me looking at him, and his right hand drifted up to clutch his left bicep, covering himself shyly.
“You don’t have to cover up,” I said softly. “You’re beautiful.”
He met my eyes again, and in a quiet tone asked, “I am?”
“Very beautiful,” I said. Then, “Will you take your skirt off for me?”
Ethan seemed ready for the request, and after only a small hesitation, he reached down once again, but this time to push the skirt downward over his thin hips. The skirt slid silently down his legs to pool around his feet. He awkwardly kicked it aside. I just stared.
I started at his head, with his short hair and nervous smile. Then down to his long neck and delicate collarbones. Around his neck was a white lace choker to match the panties below, in the middle of which hung a small, golden heart, identical to the one hanging from the anklet below. His lightly muscled chest topped with puffy brown nipples led down to his slightly rounded belly. Then it seemed a long, long trip down over his pale groin, which was enhanced on either side with the V of muscles that led into the low-waisted panties he was wearing.
My breath caught as I finally allowed myself to stare between his legs. Hidden demurely, but with clear provocation, his small penis stood stiffly behind the lace of his panties, pushing outward hungrily, throbbing with boyish lust. He was bigger than I’d imagined, about four inches.
Standing there so nervously, with his choker and wrist bangles, with his gold anklet and his little cock barely hidden in his lacy panties, he was an exquisite mixture of boy and girl. I stared, unmoving, while he shifted anxiously before me. Finally his hands drifted down to awkwardly cover his throbbing boyhood.
“You don’t have to be shy,” I told him.
“I’ve -” he cleared his throat. “I’ve never done… you know… anything.”
Then the question that had been nagging at me in my subconscious. “What made you think I’d want to?”
He blushed prettily. “I could mostly tell from the way you look at me.”
“Mostly? Was there something else?”
Now he blushed seriously, his whole face flushing and he clutched his penis protectively. For awhile he said nothing, and I thought that was going to be it. Finally, he spoke, voice so quiet I almost couldn’t hear him. “Your eyes were open.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“This morning. I… I t-took a picture,” he said. My heart, already beating hard with excitement, burst into overdrive. “I zoomed in,” he said slowly, then raised his eyes once again to meet mine. “Your eyes were open.”
Holy shit, I thought. That’s what that final picture was for. I’d imagined he wanted a closeup of my cock, but he was zoomed into my eyes in the mirror. He must have been able to see that though slitted, they weren’t fully closed.
“Wow,” I said. Then I gave him a wry look. “Completely busted, huh?”
Finally some of the nervousness left him and he gave a little giggle and a nod. Then he lowered his hands again, letting me see his excitement and stepped to his right to go around the coffee table. For a moment he was haloed by the light in the window, and that’s when I realized I was sitting in my living room with a twelve-year-old boy sporting only lace panties and an erection.
I quickly lurched to my feet and toward him, causing him to jerk to a stop in alarm. Then I rushed right by him and quickly pulled the curtains closed, plunging the room into near darkness. “Probably best those were closed,” I said, adjusting them carefully, so there was no opening between the two halves.
Before I could turn I felt Ethan’s thin arms wrap around me, and he molded himself to my back, laying his head against me. I folded my hands over his where they met on my stomach. “Ethan, maybe we should talk, huh?”
“About what?” he asked, sounding worried.
“Just talk,” I said, gently pulling his hands apart and then leading him to the sofa. I sat down and then he sat on my left leg, his feet in between mine.
After a moment, he lay against me, putting his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my left arm around him, stroking his arm.
“First things first,” I began, “I want you to know you’re safe here.”
“I know that,” he said softly.
“I just mean that you’re in charge here. Nothing happens here that you don’t want to happen, and you can change your mind at any time. No harm, no foul, okay?”
“Okay.” I could feel him nod against my chest.
“Also, for pretty obvious reasons, if something were to happen here, I’d ask that it stays in here. Like the commercial; ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’. That means everyone; your friends, your teachers, and especially your mom. You get that, right?”
“I understand. I swear though, I would never say anything.” I felt his hand on my chest, and he began to rub it back and forth there.
Though the light was dim, his little panties practically glowed in the dark, and I could still easily see the boyish erection straining inside them. I moved my hand from his arm to his side, gently stroking his soft skin from his ribs down to his hip.
Ethan’s hand drifted up to my cheek, and in a whisper he asked, “Would you kiss me?”
His head came up off my chest and I felt him shifting, lifting himself. His lips brushed against my cheek, and then our mouths found one another. At first the kiss was soft and tentative. I gently pressed my lips to his, allowing him to take in the moment. Then I gave him a little pressure, and he responded in kind.
My hand was on his side, and I slid it to his belly. His skin was so soft. As I carefully slipped the tip of my tongue in between his lips, my hand drifted downward, caressing, making lazy circles. He hesitantly opened his mouth, giving me access, and I slid more of my tongue inside, gently poking his tongue, showing him how to play. In the meantime, my fingers found the waistband of his panties. I slid my finger back and forth along that line of demarcation. I imagined I could feel the heat of young cock below.
As my tongue retreated, Ethan made a greedy little sound and followed it with his and then he was in my mouth. His breathing was heavier now, a light panting in and out of my mouth as his tongue ventured inward. Wanting to hold the inevitable off for a moment, my fingers slid to his right hip, still along the waistband, but then dipped down to his right thigh. The way he was lying against me, he was mostly on his back, with his legs on either side of my left leg. I gently ran a finger down the top of his thigh, and then moved inward, my whole hand now stroking the delicate flesh of his inner thigh as I worked my way back up toward his crotch.
Our tongues were dancing now, poking and twirling, twisting wetly together while our breathing mixed hotly. Ethan was clutching my left arm, which was now stroking his chest, playfully pinching his puffy nipples. Down below I could feel his thigh tremble beneath my touch as my hand rose higher, until the side of my index finger brushed against his little scrotum, making him gasp in my mouth. He spread his legs wider then, and the hungry whine he gave vibrated through me.
Very lightly, very teasingly, I began to run the tip of my finger over his little sac, feeling his boyish nuggets shifting against my finger through the lacy undergarment. The lace was surprisingly silky to the touch, and I imagined how it must feel on the inside, caressing his little boy parts.
Ethan began to give little involuntary thrusts with his hips, desperately wanting me to touch his dick. I wasn’t quite ready to give in to that pleasure though. Instead, I now had two fingers dancing over his nuts and then my thumb, gently squeezing and scratching them.
Ethan was kissing me frantically now, his tongue almost seeming to battle me as his senses were overwhelmed with pleasure and need. He wasn’t the only one suffering however. I’d spent weeks dreaming of this sweet little body, and now it was lying helplessly in my arms. I had no use for panties, lacy or not, and I decided to get rid of them. Reaching down with both hands, I hooked thumbs into either side and began to push them down. Ethan didn’t hesitate, quickly lifting his slim hips. I pushed them downward, pausing only to unhook them from his little erection, while being careful not to touch it.
I managed to push the panties down to his knees and then his thin legs kicked, working them down and off. Then he lay back, and my eyes had adjusted enough to the gloom to allow me to see his beautiful little preteen cock standing stiffly upward, no longer restrained by the lacy garment.
I pulled my mouth from his then, and pulled on his shoulders until he was lying with his back to my stomach. A bit of manipulation down below, and he was sitting in my lap, with his legs spread wide, each flung over one of mine.
“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” I said in the darkness, my voice deep with lust, my hands caressing his upper body. He shuddered.
* * *
I felt his nipples under my palms, like tiny pebbles. I flicked my thumbs over them and he squirmed. Pleased with the reaction, I concentrated there, slowly circling my fingertips over the sensitive flesh, then lightly pinching him. He moaned.
“Do you like that, Ethan?” I asked in a soft, raspy voice.
“I didn’t know they could feel like that,” he said with a shuddering breath.
“Oh, you thought all your pleasure came from down here?” I asked. Then I began to trail my fingers downward, dancing over his flesh while I inhaled his seductive perfume.
I could feel Ethan stiffening beneath me as I traced my fingers downward over his silky skin, his muscles hardening as he tried to keep himself from shaking apart. His need was so great it came off him in waves. My own need was betrayed by the throbbing of my cock against his ass. I wasn’t sure if Ethan’s squirming against it was purposeful or not, but I can assure you my cock didn’t care one way or the other.
Ethan’s taut stomach muscles quivered beneath my touch. My thumbs skipped over his shallow navel as I moved my hands downward. In the dim light I couldn’t see much more than the shadow of his youthful erection, straining upward, bouncing with excitement. My thumbs were able to slip beneath his hovering boner and I encountered a surprise there. Using the thumb and forefingers of both hands, I was able to confirm the presence of a few small hairs. I drew the silky strands between my fingertips, the barest touch of the backs of my fingers against Ethan’s cock making him gasp.
Releasing his newly grown pubes, I spread out my large hands and allowed my thumbs to slide downward, rubbing against the sensitive skin of his scrotum as they dipped into the groove where thighs met groin. My hands caressed the satiny skin of his inner thighs. Ethan groaned and spread himself even wider for me, his slender hips thrusting upward, offering himself to me, desperate for me to touch that most sacred part of him. However, I wasn’t quite ready to offer him that reward.
Instead, I caressed his thighs, from trunk to knees, back and forth. Ethan began to squirm and issue a soft whining moan.
“Danny, please,” he groaned, trying to twist himself so that his cock would magically work itself into my hands.
I reached up my left hand and placed it firmly yet gently against his lower stomach, just out of reach of his cock, but close enough to feel the heat of it. “Not yet,” I whispered, as I slid a finger into the warmth between his legs. I zeroed in on his tiny pucker and Ethan gasped and went taut against me. I gently circled that puffy flesh and he shook.
“Danny!” he hissed, and I could see the silhouette of his cock twitching.
The smell of the boy hit me then. Up till then my nose had been filled with the scent of his mother’s perfume, dark and seductive, but feminine and unnatural. Now the smell of his body, most strongly from between his legs, was cutting through that chemical smell and intoxicating me.
I allowed my finger to slide upward, my fingernail scraping teasingly over that strip of skin between his asshole and his balls, and then I encountered those little orbs and Ethan jerked. The boy’s sac was already drawn up tightly, hugging his balls close to his body, creating a plum-sized lump which my finger began to scratch at gently. As my girly little twelve-year-old neighbor moaned atop me, I prodded and teased his little balls, feeling them shift against my finger. I felt several silky hairs covering his balls.
Finally I took his entire sac into the palm of my hand, feeling his heat. I squeezed him gently as he panted atop me. Then I allowed my thumb to slide a ways up along the quivering stiffness of his shaft. It pressed back against me, twitching, and he gasped.
I gave in to Ethan’s need then, and traced a finger up along his shaft. He shuddered as my finger reached that bundle of nerves just beneath his mushroom-capped head, and then I was squeezing that delicate, spongy flesh between thumb and finger. Thumb resting at the top, I was just able to wrap my entire fist around him, enclosing it completely within. I could feel the heat of him, and the desperate throbbing of all four inches as it strained for release. Instead I squeezed him tighter.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” I whispered huskily in his ear. “You wanted me to touch your little cock?”
“Uh-huh,” he managed in a barely legible groan.
I reached my other hand between his legs and began to play with his balls. Beneath my thumb, I felt the faintest hint of moisture, and I circled it around the tip of his little penis, feeling his precum lubricating the sensitive flesh there. Ethan whined.
I decided I wanted to taste him. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I squeezed him again and said, “I want to taste you.” Then I licked his ear, about to lay him down on the couch so I could suck him. Instead, he gasped explosively and I felt his dick jerk strongly in my hand. A moment later I felt wetness dripping down over my thumb and I realized the boy had just climaxed, his thin, boyish cum dripping down over my fist.
I didn’t hesitate, releasing him to bring my hand to my mouth, where I licked his bittersweet emission from the back of my fingers. “Mmmm,” I said. “So sweet.”
Ethan lay there panting for a few moments, stomach rising and falling while his little cock continued to twitch. I reached back in and found a tiny puddle of liquid just beneath the head of his dick, and I lazily spread it around with one finger, occasionally taking a little taste.
“You feel better?” I asked a minute later.
I could feel his head moving against my chest as he nodded. Then he twisted around so that he was lying atop me again, but front down this time. Ethan grinned up at me then. “I always wondered what it would feel like.”
I grinned. “I hope it lived up to your expectations.”
He nodded, then slid down to his knees. His hands roamed my chest, then down over my stomach. Then they were sliding up underneath my shirt, caressing my hairless skin. “There’s one other thing I wondered about,” he said, and although I couldn’t see it, I could somehow hear the blush in his voice as his hands trailed downward, nervously playing at the waistband of my jeans.
I reached down and gently took his small hands in mine. “How about we move somewhere we can be more comfortable,” I suggested. “Give me a hand up.”
Ethan stepped back then and pulled on my hands. I rose, marveling at how small he was compared to me. Of course, I had him by about eleven inches and maybe seventy pounds. With his choker and anklet and waist bangles, he seemed even more delicate than he would have otherwise. I reached out, unable to help myself, and gently caressed his cheek. He leaned into my touch. Then I turned and led him into my bedroom.
I switched on the light as I entered. Then I went and pulled down the white blinds behind the thin drapes. When I turned I found Ethan standing awkwardly in the doorway, hands cupped over his genitals, shoulders hunched a bit and in a decidedly nervous stance, with all his weight on his left leg while his right was cocked and his right foot rubbed at his left calf.
My heart melted a bit. “Hey,” I said gently, “you don’t have to be shy, Ethan.” I smiled softly. “Especially after that we just did.” He smiled nervously. “Besides,” I said, stepping up to him and gently caressing his shoulders, “you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”
“You really think so?” he asked in a small voice, bright eyes shyly rising to meet mine.
I held him at arm’s length, boldly examining him up and down. “You’re exquisite,” I finally said. He beamed up at me, then let go of his grip and threw his arms around me.
I leaned down and kissed the top of his head, then I stepped backward and sat on the edge of my bed. I held my arms out to him and he stepped up to me, standing between my knees, hands clasped coquettishly behind his back, turning a bit from side to side. Between his legs, his four inches of boycock was straining upward, showing no sign at all that he’d just climaxed minutes before. In the light I could now plainly see the little patch of silky auburn hairs that adorned the base of his preteen penis. Of course, the word patch might have been a bit generous. A quick, rough count showed me he had perhaps a dozen little hairs.
I put my hands on his slim hips, entranced by his erect little dick. Eventually I managed to pull my gaze away and I met his eyes. He’d been staring down at me and there was a sly smile tugging his soft, pink lips. He knew I was captivated by him. I leaned forward then and boldly licked up along his shaft, from balls to crown. Ethan gasped and his penis twitched strongly. A clear drop of precum bubbled up from his tiny pisshole.
Pulling back to judge his reaction, I was surprised to see him struggling with something. “What is it?” I asked. “I was pretty sure you’d like that. Are we going too fast? We don’t have to do anything more if you don’t want.”
Ethan shook his head. “It’s not that. It’s just that I wanted it to be your turn, but then you… you know, did that. So I always dreamed of two things and I don’t know which one I want first.”
“Ah,” I grinned. “The tough decisions.”
He smiled and then said, “I had my turn, so it’s your turn, okay?”
“You’re the one in charge,” I reminded him. “Whatever you say goes.”
Ethan’s eyes flashed. “So you’ll do anything I say?”
“Yes, master,” I grinned.
Ethan bit his lower lip, while his eyes widened with excitement. “Stand up,” he ordered.
I stood and he took my spot. My eyes were distracted by his little erection rising up from his lap.
“Now take off your shirt,” Ethan said.
I skinned off my shirt and watched Ethan’s eyes roam my upper body appreciatively. His right hand dropped to his lap, and he wrapped it around his cock. He just sat squeezing it for now.
“Now your pants,” Ethan said, a bit breathlessly. His eyes flicked up to mine, searching, wondering I think if I was actually going to do it.
I grinned and my hands went to the button of my jeans. I then very slowly slid down my zipper. Ethan’s hand had begun to slowly stroked his erection and his knees opened a bit, allowing me to see his dangling little testicles. I pulled the size of my pants apart, revealing the low-rise bikini briefs I wore underneath. They were navy colored, and the nickle-sized wet spot at my obscenely pressing cockhead was just a slightly darker color. A glance downward showed my cock straining up and out, pressing aggressively at the thin cloth. Ethan’s eyes widened a bit and his tongue flicked out, wetting his soft, pink lips.
I wiggled my hips a bit, working my jeans downward. A couple of high steps and I was able to kick them aside. Ethan’s eyes were locked on my straining cock. “Do you want me to take these off?” I asked, hooking my thumbs into the front of my briefs.
Ethan just stared for a moment. His hand was working more energetically on his turgid little cock now. I could see his balls bouncing up and down as his hand stroked. The chewed his lower lip for a bit, and then said, in a breathy voice, “Can I do it?”
I couldn’t help smiling. This gorgeous little twelve-year-old boy wanted to strip off my underwear and release my throbbing cock? I thought I could manage that. So I just stepped up to him and waited. The boy just stared for a moment, and then he began to reach out hesitantly. I couldn’t help messing with him just a tiny bit, so I flexed and caused my cock to jerk. His eyes widened and he paused.
“I never did anything like this,” he said.
“Just take your time, Ethan. We’re on your schedule, and remember to stop any time you want.”
Ethan nodded and reached out again. I expected him to slip his fingers into the waistband and pull my briefs down, but instead he just pressed his hand against my cock. His fingers slowly curled around me.
“I can feel it,” he said, a bit awed.
“It can feel you,” I assured him.
The boy slid his hand downward, carefully exploring my balls, then back upward, fingers sliding over the wet spot. He pulled back then, rubbing his fingers together. Then he sniffed them. I wondered what he thought, but I didn’t ask, fascinated to see this play out.
He looked up to me as if for approval and I gave him a nod. Then he did slide his fingers into the narrow waistband of my bikini briefs and began to tug them downward. They snagged for just a moment on my cock, but he pressed against my erection with his thumbs and used his fingers to slide the cloth up and over my swollen crown. Then it was a quick final movement and my cock was revealed. My briefs slid down from slack fingers, forgotten as Ethan just stared. I moved my legs back and forth a couple of times and they worked themselves down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, sending my cock swaying.
“Wow,” Ethan whispered.
I chuckled and he looked up at me, blushing a bit. “I saw it before, but it’s different all close up,” he said.
“Do you want to touch me?” I asked.
Ethan nodded and reached out to me again. For a moment it seemed he would wrap his hand around me, but at the last moment he hesitated and then reached forward with just his fingertips, lightly exploring my shaft. As before, he moved down to explore my balls, fingers dancing lightly.
“The hair feels weird,” he said, fingers moving through the coarse hairs covering my nuts. Then he was gently cupping my balls in his small palm, weighing them, lightly squeezing. I felt myself tensing with pleasure. “They’re really big,” the boy said.
I could only nod, especially as his hand left my balls and began to travel upward again, this time more deliberately, caressing and lightly stroking. He ran a finger around the corona of my glans, then across my frenulum, making me shiver and causing my cock to jerk against his hand. He grinned up at me.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Very good,” I said.
He rubbed me a bit harder, then pulled my cock down so that it was facing him. I could see a bubble of precum at my slit. He’d seen it too, and he carefully smeared it with his thumb, circling, wetting the already sensitive flesh. I shuddered.
Ethan then gripped my cock with his hand pressed to the base, and leaned forward and took my cockhead into his mouth. I was completely surprised and I stiffened. Ethan ignored me. His eyes were closed and I could tell he was tasting, testing. I felt his tongue against me, swirling, circling. Then he began to apply the lightest of suction.
“Ethan,” I moaned.
He looked up at me then, his big eyes sparkling with excitement, a smile tugging the corners of his mouth, his lips wrapped around the end of my cock. His tongue flicked out, sliding lower along the shaft of my cock, and then his lips followed, taking more of me into that wet warmth. I felt the head of my cock against the roof of his mouth, and then it was sliding deeper as he continued to hold my gaze, slowly taking more and more of me.
Ethan’s lips reached the halfway mark, three inches of hard cock throbbing in his mouth. I expected him to back off then, but he kept going. Maybe ten, long, agonizingly slow seconds later, and he had four inches. His eyes never left mine, but his hand left me and then I felt both of his small hands on my ass, clutching, pulling. He continued to suck at me lightly as he descended.
I couldn’t believe it when he got to five inches. I was in his throat now. I could feel it rippling around me, contracting. Ethan hadn’t gagged at all, but after a moment he withdrew a bit, sucking in a breath through the sides of his mouth and I realized he hadn’t been breathing. He didn’t let this stop him, however. Breath caught, he once again began to swallow me, quickly going back to five inches and then beyond. I saw and felt his lips pressing against the base of my cock. Ethan then bobbed his head a few times, from about halfway down the length of my cock then down again until he had all six inches throbbing in his throat.
I realized I was holding my own breath and I let it out loudly when he grabbed my cock again, holding just the first couple of inches while he sucked and his tongue swirled. I couldn’t believe the quality of the blowjob I was getting from such a little kid. I’d never felt anything like it. Over the next three or four minutes Ethan transitioned between deep-throating me, to attacking my sensitive head, bobbing his mouth on me and flicking his tongue against my sensitive frenulum.
I slid my hand into his coppery hair, caressing his head. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep this up,” I said a bit hoarsely.
This just spurred the boy. He went after my cock with even more enthusiasm, his own cock now being jacked furiously in his right hand. It was that sight and his needy little whines that finally put me over the edge.
“Ethan!” I panted. “It’s coming!’
Ethan pulled back until just the head of my cock remained in his mouth. His hand left his cock and went to mine. He began to jack me quickly while his mouth worked at me. His left hand found my balls and began to squeeze them. That was all I could take, and I felt my body stiffen as my orgasm ripped through me. My cock jerked once and then I was coming, fighting against an urge to shove my cock down the boy’s throat while I spurted my hot cream into his innocent mouth.
I managed only one spurt inside his mouth when he pulled back, still gripping my cock, eyes squeezed shut. I found why a moment later when my next thick rope of jizz streaked across his cheek. I hit his forehead next, and the one after that spurted across his full lips. The following spurts were less forceful, if no less pleasurable, and I dripped my remaining emission over Ethan’s clutching fingers.
He looked up at me then, thick, white cum dripping into his right eye and dangling from his hair. A dollop quivered on his chin for a moment before dropping to his chest. His face was covered with it. Ethan leaned back a bit on the bed, his preteen cock and balls on display, swirling his tongue around his lips, sucking up my spunk. He grinned up at me.
He must have seen the question in my eyes, because he shrugged his narrow shoulders and said, “Bananas don’t have hair, and they squish a bit, but it turns out they are pretty good to practice on.”
I laughed and flopped next to him on the bed. “Okay, that answers one question, but I was mostly wondering why you’ve got my cum all over your face.”
Ethan rolled over to face me, immediately reaching out to take my now floppy dick in his hand. He had me fully erect again in seconds. I felt his cummy face against my chest and looked down to catch his eye.
The boy shrugged. “I just always wanted to do it,” he explained. He climbed up on top of me then, straddling my stomach. He reached down between his own legs and gripped my cock again. “Am I your little slut now?”
“Is that what you want, Ethan?” I asked, not sure how to feel about this turn.
He nodded solemnly. “I want to be your little cocksucking whore. I’ve been practicing for forever so I’d been good at it.”
My cock jerked in response. “You have, huh?” I asked, playing around, but feeling a strange energy go through me. Ethan nodded again. “Are you going to swallow my cock whenever I want?”
Ethan was practically panting. He nodded eagerly, then in a little voice, he begged, “Say it.”
I reached down with both hands and pulled him down until he was lying full out atop me. I could feel his little cock throbbing against me while I throbbed against him. His mouth was inches from mine and his eyes were sparking with lust and desperate need. I took two handfuls of deliciously firm boy ass and growled, “You want to be my dirty little cocksucker?”
He shuddered and whispered, “Yes.”
“You want to be my pretty little whore?”
“Oh, yes,” he said, oh so quietly, shaking atop me. He pressed his cock into me.
“My little sissy cocksucker? My girly little cum whore?” I asked, seeing the effect it was having on him and going to the obvious place. The dirty talk was somehow arousing me as well.
“Please,” he breathed.
I slid my right hand into the cleft of his ass, then slid my finger downward, quickly finding his tiny virgin pucker. I pressed against it and Ethan groaned and his eyelids fluttered. I put my mouth right against his ear and in a dark whisper I asked, “And do you want me to fuck your sweet little pussy?”
Ethan made a sound somewhere between a sob and an exaltation of pleasure and he pressed his mouth passionately against mine, tongue stabbing into my mouth, as if he’d drink me down. A quick reach between our bodies and I had a bit of precum on my finger. I circled his rosebud again and then slid my finger into him. Ethan grunted and convulsed, and I felt a tiny spurt of boycum shoot across my belly while his sphincter closed tight around my finger.
Well, I thought. This just got interesting.
The End
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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!
