My Story for Him

It was a hot summer day and school was long. I biked home quickly, the warm wind caressing my head and flowing into and out of my shirt and my shorts. I threw my bike down on the lawn, and went inside to see my mom making some diner in the kitchen. I quickly skipped up to her, and leaned forward on one leg to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"how was school?" she asked brightly
"it was ok...long" i muttered impatiently, running up towards my room. I put my back pack down and took my shoes off. Looking at the clock I knew it was about the time that mom would take off for yoga class. I waited upstairs, laying back on the couch watching the sun light up the street through the window. Without warning, I saw the SUV pull out of the driveway, and seconds later I got a text message "Bye hun, be back by 8!".

4 hours. That was a tremendous number of minutes, and even more seconds! my mind reeled at the thought of what mischief was coming next. I quickly slipped off my running shorts and my t-shirt, standing in front of the mirror in just my orange briefs. I quickly smiled and flexed my stomach, remarking at the average musculature and nicely tones legs. I turned around and quickly eyed my back and butt in the mirror before slithering my underpants quickly back down my legs. I knew I could keep them on, and as I brought them to my nose, they still smelled fresh and clean like downy mixed with old spice. But I had other plans. I pulled out a fresh pair of polyester running shorts and a tight white t and put them on the bed. I walked to the window and looked out longingly, and then notice the warmth of the sun on my abdomen. The sun was shining right through my window and onto my brown skin, and it filled me momentarily with delight so i put my arms up in the air and chortled "cock-a-doodle-doo" while shaking my pelvis in the sunbeam. As I felt my flaccid member slap my thighs lightly i cracked up and giggling fell on the bed, clutching my change of clothes. I got up, and pulled the shirt over my head, walking out the door with my shorts. I walked half naked t the kitchen and pulled my shorts up my legs and covered my privates. I quickly went to the garage, my brain humming, and my stomach full of speedy butterflies, and grabbed my "other" backup. I put it on, looking the part of school boy, got on my bike, and set off down the road.


As I pulled up to his largely non-descript house, I noticed the length of field I had just passed and could still see on both sides of his house. Nobody for at least a mile in each direction. And there was that small thicket in back of his house. A thought crossed my mind that he could keep me here for weeks or kidnap me, and I shivered with fear and lust. I put my bike down against the rock wall, and I brushed my hair back to my ears. I saw his car again, the first place I had seen him…one of those old station wagons with wood panel exteriors. I remember lying in the deep back pocket of that car and….

The door opened and broke my daydream, as I forgot that I had rung. He looked out at me, tall thick and bearded. His look of polite confrontation quickly melted into a sweet smile. He threw open the screen door and clasped his big strong arm around my back, pulling my up over the threshold and into his chest. I waited a second, and then wrapped my left arm around him too, and squeezed.

“Hi baby” he cooed softly into my ear.
“Hi daddy!” I chirped skipping up on one foot brightly and planting a kiss on his cheek. I stared into his eyes, smiling through them, and he deftly smacked my bottom and said ”that’s my boy!”

He let go of his embrace, and showed me in and I looked around again. A bachelor pad…how cool! I perused over his turntables and little monster sculptures, and looked curiously at his antique chairs.

The boy stood there in what looked like running gear, unconsciously balancing on one foot and bringing one foot up against his ankle, like a stork. His brown mocha legs were long and I followed them up past the back of his knees to the few inches below his ass where his shorts started covering him. His little muscular body was easy to see through his t-shirt and his black hair glimmered in afternoon sunlight. He was like a nymph or a pixie in character but oh so much a male. I felt something growing in my pants and I walked up to him and tugged his waistband of his shorts. The opened and snapped back; elastic. He let out a cute little “ow” and I did it again, this time holding it open. Little devil! He had gone to school without underpants, in short shorts! I gazed at his abdomen and down to his unobstructed boyhood. It was neatly trimmed and his penis was resting long and partially excited against his tight blackish brown balls. He grabbed both my hands and looked at me. He put both of my hands into both sides of his bands, and he said “pull”.

He pulled down my shorts do my knees in one quick motion, and my cock flopped out. I giggled as I thought it looked so funny when it was soft, and put my hands at my waist and thrust my pelvis out proudly.

“like?” I asked coyly.

He put his hand under my scrotum and pushed up, holding their weight and looked to be pondering for a second before replying “very nice!”

I shuffled my feet and stepped out of my shorts and he came up behind me. I could feel his eyes searing into my skin, taking in my sides and my teenaged butt. He whipped his shirt off with one hand and his pale hairy chest came into view. He said” lets go” and then wrapped his hands under my butt and picked me up into his chest. I felt his strong hairy forearms from the cusp of my ass through my taint and under my balls as he lifted me and in that moment I felt so vulnerable and prone, I wanted him to just take me.

The boy squirmed in my arms, all of his privates lying on my forearms. This was a cute little parcel to be carrying I chuckled to my self. And so light! I could really move this body any way I wanted I thought. Hmmmm..

He kissed my neck and sucked on my lips, kissing hard as I carried him. I let his tongue in to do its sweet little tricks and I reciprocated, exploring his mouth and neck. I kicked open the bedroom door with one foot and threw him onto the bed, butt first. He fell with a thump on the bed, landing spread eagled on the bed, legs spread, balls drooping to just hide his pussy, and his cock was semi hard, working its way up his thigh towards the sky. His shoes were still on, reminding me of some girl from a tennis porno. The sexy little creature put one finger to his lip coyly and sucked on it, thrusting his hips up off the bed in rhythm like he was being fucked by a sprit. He released his finger from his mouth with a pop and said to me with his arms open in front to him “Come to bed Bry-an!”playfully extending the last syllable of my name.