Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2006 12:16:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Micheal Miguel <[email protected]>
Subject: Albuquerque Skaterboys Part 6
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WARNING. Due to the depiction of graphic sex and adult situations which
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NOTE: This story takes place two months prior to Part 1.
The Sun was extremely hot and it glared down with no mercy as the
white 2000 Saturn pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store.
Inside was Kenneth Jennings, a recently divorced African-American man who
had just left his work as Accounts Specialist at Sandia Nationals Lab and
was headed home to relax. He was a rather heavy set fifty-year old man who
weighed approximately two-hundred and thirty pounds and was about six feet
tall. His hair was receding but was still black which gave him great pride
since both his folks were gray by his age. Originally from Florida,
Kenneth Jennings had just moved to Albuquerque after his divorce because he
had some fond memories of the city having been stationed here twenty-some
years earlier when he was in the Air force.
As he pulled into the parking lot of the small gas station to buy a
loaf of bread and some milk, Kenneth Jennings took notice of two youngs
boys talking. One was a red-headed boy with unruly hair that was matted
from sweat which was natural since it was hot and the boys looked to both
be skaters from the local skatepark down the street. However, the boy that
caught Kenneth's eye was a blonde boy with medium uncombed hair who
appeared to be about nine or ten years old. This little angel was
shirtless and wore a pair of blue jeans that seemed to simply be barely
hanging on to the cute kid's slim waist. The sight of the half-naked
youngster brought back deeply repressed desires Kenneth Jennings had but
kept hidden away because it made him uncomfortable to be attracted to young
boys. However, for some reason beyond his comprehension, this beautiful
nine-year old boy had bought those feelings rushing to the surface.
Getting out of his car and locking up to go inside, Kenneth
Jennings found himself staring at the two skaterboys who stood outside the
door of the convenience store especially the blonde angel who Kenneth
Jennings noticed was looking right back at him as he spoke to his
red-headed companion.
The slight blonde boy seemed to notice that Kenneth Jennings was
observing him with great interest and returned the older man's fascinated
gaze with almost equal interest and a knowing smile. It seemed to convey
the message that "I know you find me cute" which, in an odd and tantalizing
way, seemed to arouse a deeply buried desire in Jennings. From the friendly
smile,the shirtless youngster seemed to be enjoying the attention he was
paying him. This made the fifty-year old office worker both nervous and
excited that this strange and beuatiful white boy accepted his inadvertent
attention with such ease.
As the large black man walked slowly past the two young boys
talking by the door, Jennings found himself unconsciously and nervously
gazing at the bare-chested boy whose gaze would shift from his companion to
the older man approaching from behind the red-headed boy to enter the
convenience store. Jennings fought a desire to say "Hello", but he wasn't
a brave man so he slowly walked to the door and began to open it.
"What you looking at, bro?" Jennings heard the red-headed boy ask
his much cuter companion whose black jeans hung low exposing a wide band of
a pair of yellow boxers that seemed to slide lower on his slim hips. This
sudden question seemed to snap the unruly-haired young boy out of his eye
contact with Jennings. Simultaneously, Jennings looked away as if he had
been caught doing something totally inappropriate.
"Wha?....Oh, I thought that big dude was someone my parents knew,"
answered the sweet-looking skaterboy in a calm manner, "It's fucking hot,
homey. I got to get me something to drink. I'll be right back, so watch
my stuff."
"Okay," said the red-headed boy who seemed to be about eleven or
twelve-years of age. He took a white shirt that was twisted up into a ball
from the ground.
Jennings opened up the door and was about to enter when suddenly
the slight half-naked figure of the young boy bumped into him as he darted
through the now open entrance. The sudden contact was not unwelcome to the
older man.
"Ooops! Sorry about that, mister," squeaked the sprite-like white
boy who turned and looked up at the taller black man with a mischievious
twinkle in his blue eyes, "I didn't mean to hit you." The skinny little
boy playfully patted the large man's hefty forearm as if to emphasize his
friendly intent. The close proximity seemed to lift the fog of fatigue
from Jennings's overworked mind.
"It's alright, son," chuckled Jennings, "You got to be a bit more
careful. A little guy like you could get hurt running into fat guy like
me." The little white boy seemed to become even more cuter as he turned
and walked away laughing as he walked towards the cooler where the bottled
drinks were.
A buoyant spirit seemed to lift Jennings as he bagn to gather his
meager groceries. Slowly lurking down the grocery aisles, the large black
man would look towards the drink cooler in the back of the store to make
sure the friendly young boy was still inside. A seed of panic was growing
inside Jennings as he realized that he might not see this angelic boy
again. Like a hunter after elusive prey, Jennings kept his eyes riveted on
the wispy tufts of unruly blonde hair which was the only visible clue to
this unknown and enticing young boy searching for a bottle of beverage.
To his great relief, the blonde boy had not moved from the cooler.
He appeared to be holding the glass door open and was looking at all of the
cold drinks as if uncertain which he liked the best. Quietly, Jennings
walked up to the cooler door next to the one which was held open by the
half-dressed boy. He seemed to be letting the refrigerated air waft over
and soothe his lithe frame.
"Can't find anything you like, son?" asked Jennings after summoning
up all his courage to speak to this unknown street-sprite, "I got to get me
some milk for myself. Pardon me." He hoped that he didn't sound desperate
which might spook the little boy. The large black man opened the cooler
door and removed a half-gallon of dairy product. Unbeknownst to Jennings,
the cute youngster next to him had so entranced him that he did not realize
that he had chosen skim milk and not the regular he preferred.
"There's too much to choose from," replied the skinny white boy in
a voice due to his tender age was soft and girlish, "I can't decide.
Uh.....Hey! Why don't you pick for me, mister?" To Jennings, this
innocent request came right out of the blue and left him pleasantly
dumbstruck for a moment.
Uncannily, the bare-chested boy turned towards the older man with
his head tilted slightly looked up at him with an intoxicating look of
innocent and helplessness that sapped the will from Jennings instantly.
Because of the cool air blowing over his bare chest when he held the cooler
door oepn, Jennings noticed that the nipples of this alluring youngster
were obviously erect. This combined with the cute skaterboy's facial
expression completed the hypnotic spell that enthralled the heavy-set
divorced man clutching a loaf of bread and a half-gallon of milk.
"Uummm...Sure, I guess I can do that," replied jennings a bit
dry-mouthed and trying with all his might not to stare at the milk soft
skin of the shirtless boy standing before him immodestly, "You like juice
or one of them fancy sports drinks?" The blonde boy looked into the cooler
as if he had just seen it for the very first time.
Now that he was up close to this delightful cherub-boy, Jennings
got himself a better look at the bare-chested beauty. He was even more
smitten by what he saw. The white boy could not have been more then ten
years old. He was about four feet and ten inches tall and weighed about
eighty pounds at most. Jennings knew the skinny boy could be picked up
with one arm. His light blonde hair was medium length and uncombed which
gave the skaterboy a feral look. The piercingly blue eyes of seemed to
sparkle when you gazed into them. Jennings found himself adoring the pouty
red lips under the pert little nose. He ached to touch them so badly. The
skin of the white boy was smooth and colored like cream broken by the rose
tint of the two dime-sized nipples jutting outward proudly from his flat
chest and abdomen. The half=naked boy's jeans and yellow boxers were
hanging so low that jennings could see the top of the "V" forming from the
slim hips inwards and downwards. Jennings could only imagine in his most
forbidden dreams what treasure lay at the bottom of the "V". Adonis must
have looked like this wonderful child around age ten thought Jennings.
"I kinda like everything," exasperatedly replied the shirtless boy
who began to nibble on his left thumbnail as if the decision was too much
for him and he was unsure how to answer, "You pick something, mister.
Afterall, I almost knocked you down back there you know." Jennings found
the boy's mannerism and indecision really attractive.
"You hardly would have knocked me down, son. You just got to be
more careful is all," answered Jennings as he removed a bottle of grape
juice from the cooler, "Here's something good. Grape juice. I hope you
like the stuff. I know I do." The large black man handed the skinny white
boy the purple beverage which he took happily.
"Thanks!" responded the young boy who gave Jennings another
mischievious smile that filled him up with both joy and desire, "Well, I
guess I got to go now and see if my bus is coming, mister. You're pretty
cool!" Not sure what to say and saddened that their time together was
coming to an end, Jennings gave a brave smile and half-hearted nod. Deep
inside, the large black man wanted to wrap his thick arms around the skinny
frame of this beautiful white boy and not ever let go.
The shirtless boy gingerly walked towards the elderly cashier lady
with the large black man slowly following behind him. Jennings felt empty
inside as the most alluring little boy he ever had met walked out of his
life. At the cash register, the young boy's drink came to a dollar and
sixty-eight cents. Jennings watched keenly as the white boy dug deep into
his pockets to retrieve a handful of small change. While the skinny
youngster counted out his money, the big black man could not help but
notice that the blonde boy's jeans and yellow boxers had sunk lower
exposing the top third of the skaterboy's smooth buttocks. To jennings,
the sight of the white round orbs peeking over the jeans and boxers at him
was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen in his whole life.
"Uummm.....I..uh...don't think I got enough. Sorry," Jennings
heard the half-naked boy in from of him tell the cashier in a polite yet
embarassed tone, "I thought I had more. I can't find my three dollars.
Sorry." The slim little boy retrieved his change and began to move towards
the door empty-handed pulling his boxers and jeans up as he walked.
"Hey!...Come back here, son," spoke up Jennings as he put his bread
and milk on the counter by the bottle of now-abandoned grape juice, "Ma'am,
put the boy's juice on my bill. I got it." Surprised by the sudden
generosity, the skinny white boy stopped and turned around with the most
thankful and most beautiful expression on his angelic face that Jennings
had ever seen before. The elderly cashier lady handed the bare-chested boy
his grape juice.
"Thanks!," exclaimed the lithe youngster as he took his cold drink
from the woman and looked up with a grateful gaze at his heavy-set
benefacor, "Mister, you really are cool!" A warm feeling cause by the
young boy's appreciation went through Jennings body. It felt terrific.
The half-naked youngster stood respectfully by jennings while the
older man paid for the merchandise. jennings would glance down at the
shirtless skaterboy who would return his gaze with a sweetly shy smile and
a slight tilt of his head that emitted an enchanting friendliness. The
large black man was coompletely positive that he was falling in love with
this young white boy.
"Well, what's your name, son?" asked Jennings picking up his bread
and milk.
"It's Randy Summers," answered the small white boy as he and the
big black man slowly walked towards the door together as if they were
father and son, "What's yours, mister?"
"Kenneth Jennings. That's what my folks named me," the middle-aged
man answered, "Randy, huh? That's an easy name to remember."
"Yup. It's okay, I guess," Randy said just as he took a swig of
juice. The skinny skaterboy backed into the door pushing it open for both
himself and his mature friend. Outside the door, the wiry red-headed boy
stood waiting patiently. He looked at the big black man with a wary stare
of curiousity.
"That took forever," the older looking boy told Randy with a hint
of irritation in his high-pitched voice, "Here's your shirt, dude." The
blonde boy took his wadded up white shirt from his barely older friend whom
he gave the bottle of juice in return. Jennings sensed that it was time
for him to leave and began to move away silently not wanting to embarass
his new little friend.
"Hey, Kenneth!" exclaimed Randy noticing his new older friend
beginning to leave, "Thanks for the juice." feeling a bit bashful before
the new boy, the middle-aged man just gave a nod of acknowledgement and
began walking towards his car to resume his journey home.
Ignoring the heat, Jennings opened up his car and got in feeling a
bit saddened that his brief shining moments with a beautiful young boy were
now over. He took some time to clear his thoughts. A desire to look back
and to get one final glimpse of Randy kept surfacing in his consciousness,
but he repressed it each time with great effort. It was both safer and
wiser, he thought to himself to just let this crazy desire for young boys
deeply buried away. Anyways, what would an angelic boy like Randy want
with a fifty-year old black man?
As Jennings was making peace with his decision to forget about the
whole episode, a knock on his driver's side window made him jump and almost
drop his keys. Nervous at who was disturbing him in his car when he was
feeling a bit distracted, jennings looked out his window and was surprised
in a good way to see the alluring face of Randy smiling in at him.
Quickly, he rolled the window down.
"Sorry....I didn't mean to scare you, "Randy said quickly, "I'm
glad you didn't leave right away." Jennings heart filled with exhileration
upon seeing the shirtless boy once more and crazy desires for such sweet
creatures surfaced once more.
"No, no.....So, is everything okay?" stammered Jennings trying to
sound cool and collected though inside he was extremely excited. The
nine-year old boy bit his lower lip for a second like he was thinking about
something and having second thoughts about what to say.
"Yeah...Well, I was wondering if I could, um....ask you something?
It's not for money,...so don't worry, okay?" the bare-chested boy blurted
out obviously feeling shy and nervous as evidenced by his constant shifting
from side to side, "I just wanta know if you could...um, kinda give me a
ride...home?" Inside, Jennings chuckled at the innocent request which he
was delighted to grant. It was like a gift from Heaven.
"Yeah...Sure, son," responded the elated black man who clicked open
the passenger door to let the skinny kid in, "Get in and buckle up."
Jennings excitedly watched as Randy gave a boyish whoop of happiness
("Alright!") and ran around to the passenger side of the white Saturn and
jumped into the empty seat. Jennings felt extremely fortunate to have
stopped into this innocuous gas station and had met this great-looking boy
who aroused such hidden desire in him.
"I..I thought you were going home on the bust," asked jennings
while the skinny skaterboy buckled up and put his wadded white shirt on the
dashboard, "And that other boy? Uh, what happened to him?" The large
black man was deliriously happy that the small white boy chose to remain
half-naked.
"That was my friend, Elijah. We hang around sometimes here at the
Los Altos. You know. The skatepark over there," the blonde boy said as he
pointed down the street, "Remember how I lost my three dollars? Well, part
of that was for me and him to take the bus with. I still had that bit of
change but it wasn't enough for both of us. So, I kinda got this crazy
idea that, maybe, you might.....you know, kinda give me a ride. That way
Elijah could use our change to go on the bus." Jennings sat quietly and
nodded slowly as he savored the time he was spending with this friendly
nine-year old boy.
"I don't mind giving you a ride, Randy. so, where do you live?"
asked Jennings since he was a bit curious as to how much time they would be
spending together, "I like pretty close to here and i ant to stop a moment
and put my stuff away, okay?"
"That's cool. I live near Montgomery and Barlow. It's not really
that far," replied Randy who leaned back into his seat, "Uh...You married?"
"No. I'm divorced," slowly answered jennings whose recently
disolved marriage seemed a distant memory, "I live by myself. My place is
an apartment near here. You can get down if you want." The white Saturn
exited the gas station parking lot.
"That sounds pretty cool," said the young boy staring ahead with
calm as if he rode in cars with strange men everyday, "Maybe, I could use
your bathroom? I really got to pee really bad!" The large black man
chuckled.
"Sure," Jennings agreed as he drove himself and the cute boy back
to his apartment complex which was not too far from where they had just
met, "I'm kind of thirsty, so I'll get a drink of water while you do your
thing." The blonde boy gave Jennings a smile of agreement.
"I gave Elijah my juice. But, I got a drink before I came with
you," Randy said as he watched his older companion guide the car into the
parking lot of a decent looking apartment complex, "This where you live?"
"Yup, I haven't lived in Albuquerque too long, but I like it here.
My place is B19," Jennings told the young passenger as he parked in his
assigned spot, "Let's go on up." Jennings and Randy unbuckled and exited
the car. Man and boy walked side-by-side with the younger male carrying
the bread and milk. They went up some stairs till they reached a wooden
brown door with B19 over the peephole.
"Well, here it is. Come on in," said Jennings happily as he opened
the wooden door and walkined into his humble home, "Put my stuff on the
table over there. The bathroom is down that hallway. Just go left." The
skinny boy put the items he was carryong on the small kitchen table and
scampered down the darkened hallways. Jennings closed and locked the door.
He put away his groceries. Noticing the skim milk, he shook his head.
Then, the middle-aged man poured himself a cool glass of water and quenched
his thirst. As he waited for the beautiful boy to finish his business,
Jennings sat on his small blue couch in his small apartment. After a few
minutes, the shirtless boy wandered in and sat down beside the big black
man.
"That felt pretty good," the nine-year old boy stated softly, "Got
your drink?" Jennings enjoyed having Randy sitting so close to him.
"I did. I can get you some if you want?" replied the middle-aged
man as his dark eyes drank in the young boy's immodest beauty.
"No. It's alright," answered Randy who began twisting his lithe
body as if bothered by something, "Ummm, Kenneth,...My back kinda hurts
like I messed it up when I was skating today.....s'okay if you don't want
to....but, could you massage it for me?" Jennings was stunned by the
opportunity to actually touch the white boy's soft skin and his happiness
level jumped up immensely.
"Hmmmm...I...I guess I could for a little bit," stammered Jennings
trying to remain calm while his heart beat wildly and his groin hardened, "
If you really want me to." Randy responded with a wickedly sweet smile and
a nod before he submisively turned around so his smooth back faced the
large man.
"Maybe you should lay on the floor, son. Laying flat would be
better I think," suggested Jennings.
"Okay," squeaked Randy who moved his slight frame from the couch to
the grey carpeted floor. The white boy lay flat on the floor chest down on
the thick carpet. Both his skinny arms pressed against his sides and his
face turned looking to his left. Nervously, jennings got up off his blue
couch and straddled the shirtless boy. The older male knelt down so that
he rested his heavy frame on his legs right over the young male's buttock
area. The blonde boy's creamy skin looked so soft and smooth.
"Let...Let me know if...um, I press too hard...Okay?" Jennings
instructed as his large hands began to massage the blonde boy's bare skin
causing Jennings unimaginable pleasure. It was like distant dreams coming
to life unexpectedly. As the older man's strong hands began their journey
at his shoulders down his back, Randy relaxed.
Minute after minute ticked by slowly as Jennings took his time
kneading the smooth skin of the white boy's bare back. He began near the
neck worked towards the shoulders and down lower. Gently, he kneaded the
tender flesh. A soft "Mmmm" or "Oooh" would issue forth from the nine-year
old boy's pouty lips every time Jennings would work a muscle.
"How does it feel?" asked Jennings as his hands began tenderly
rubbing the young boy's soft sides which caused the older man great
pleasure.
"Good," murmured the shirtless boy dreamily, "Just go lower. Don't
stop, okay?" Jennings obediently began rubbing with gentle firmness the
tight flesh right above the elastic band of the yellow boxers exposed an
inch above the blue jeans. The big black man was becoming lost in his own
sensual delirium caused by the Heavenly sensation of touching the
half-naked boy.
"Lower, Kenneth," urged the blonde boy softly with eyes still
closed, "Go more lower, okay?" Jennings realized that his hands would be
moving into taboo territory so he hesitated a moment.
"Are...you...sure?" stuttered Jennings who was unsure if he could
really cross the dangerous line that the yellow waistband symbolized,
"I...I mean...You don't mind me massaging...you know...there?"
Unexpectedly, the young boy nonchalantly raised his hips slightly and eased
his yellow boxers and blue jeans downwards till his bare buttcheeks were
fully exposed. Jennings felt his heart explode with excitement upon seeing
the two pale orbs of soft round flesh before his amazed eyes. His manhood
become rock solid instantly.
"There you go," the skinn blonde boy said calmly as he returned to
his relaxed position, "That better?"
"Y_yeah...That's good...really good," the big black man answered
with a lump in his throat as his large hands encircled the nine-year old
boy's bubblebutt. Jennings was stunned by their sheer perfection. He had
dreamed of such treasure long ago, but these were far, far better.
Slowly, Jennings kneaded the two fleshy orbs apart exposing the
white boy's pink butthole. The anal opening clenched and unclenched as if
giving the large black man a wink of greetings. Jennings licked his paper
dry lips as he continued to massage the beautiful boy's round buttocks for
many long minutes. every one in awhile, a soft sighn would escape Randy's
half-open mouth.
"You...asleep, Randy?" asked Jennings was had lost track of time as
he rubbed the young boy. He wondered if the small boy had fallen asleep
since he was so still and quiet. Meanwhile, the middle-aged man continued
to massage the white boy's exposed bottom with gentle adoration.
"No...It just feels...really good," softly replied Randy with eyes
still closed, "God, you're making me hard." This revelation made Jennings
stop.
"I'm...I'm sorry...I didn't mean," stammered Jennings
apologetically as he removed his hands from the perfect orbs of boybottom,
"Here. I'll stop. I'm really...should of...said no." Sensing the large
man lifting himself up slightly, Randy came to life and turned around to
face his older companion. this fully exposed to jenning's clear view
Randy's fully erect boyhood jutting up proudly from his lower abdomen. The
three-inch erection completely caught the older man's attention and kept
him enthralled kneeling over the naked boy.
"Don't stop, Kenneth," pleaded Randy in a reassuring tone and
taking hold of Jenning's left hand with his much smaller right hand so the
big black man would not pull away further, "I really, really like it being
touched like that. It's fun. see. I don't mind showing my thing to you."
Randy firmly and carefully guided jenning's left hand onto his rigid penis
as if to exemplify his willingness to be touched in such a forbidden
manner. Slowly, the big black man cusped the stiff young cock in his thick
palm and fingers easily dwarfing the three-inch boyhood. Jennings felt
like he was holding his own personal Holy Grail. Everything outside this
moment seemed unreal. Instinctively, the large black man began to jerk off
the small boy. Feeling the pleasurable strokes on his small erection,
Randy began to bite his lower lip.
"Lord!...I never...knew how good it was," Jennings exclaimed
breathlessly, "Please, don't think...think I'm queer. It's just that I've
never...done anything like this. Ever." Calmly, Randy put his small right
hand on jenning's ;arge left hand to stop the stroking of his stiff boyrod.
"Really? I do this stuff all the time," the beautiful boy stated
nonchalantly, "Me and Elijah mess around like this when we get alone. My
house. His house. Whenever. It's not gay. We do it cause its fun and
feels, you know, really good." The nine-year old boy sat up which took his
hard member out of Jenning's grasp.
"So...you and that other boy...the one with the red-hair...touch
each other?" asked Jennings confused greatly by the young boy's mature
sexual awareness.
"Yeah," replied Randy in that puzzingly calm voice he had been
using since he pulled his boxers and jeans down, "You know...I never seen a
black man's cock for real. Is yours...hard?" As he asked the question,
Randy put both his small hands on the tented crotch of Jenning's tan
slacks. The big black man gulped as he felt the small white boy's delicate
fingers grasp his rock solid manhood through the thin material of his
slacks and briefs
"I'm not...so sure I should...I mean," Jennings said haltingly
because he was torn between his desire for this cute boy and a sense of
social modesty. The skinny nine-year old boy began to unbutton the
middle-aged man's tan slacks.
"Pleeeease?" pleaded Randy as he gave Jennings a knowing look that
tipped the emotional conflict that Jennings was feeling in favor of
relenting to the young boy's demands, "I really need to see it. Badly!"
The big black man watched with intense arousal as the skinny skaterboy
opened his pants to expose the nearly bursting bulge in his briefs. For a
moment, Randy felt the large member hidden behind thin white cotton wanting
to be freed. After a moment, the white boy pulled down the black man's
breifs releasing a thick eight-inch cock that was engorged by hidden
impulses freed from years of imprisonment.
"Fuck!. That's huge!" exclaimed the naked boy encircling the thick
ebony cock with both hands as if it were a python that would squirm away,
"You must cum like crazy!" The small white boy's amazement at his dark
erection made Jennings both proud and comfortable. This wild situation with
this exceptional boy made Jennings feel like he was free from prison after
many years locked away.
"So...you like it?" asked Jennings softly who was immensely
enjoying having his stiff cock handled by this naked nine-year old boy.
"I do!" exclaimed Randy in an excited boice as he examined the big
round tip of the black man's cock, "I hope mind gets this big when I grow
up. The tip looks like a plum!" The little white boy ran his thin fingers
through the older male's thick, curly pubes and carefully handled the
golfball-sized testicles. This cause Jennings great pleasure like he never
felt before. He told himself that this beautiful boy was his Heaven sent
answer to his most hidden desires. the pre-pubescent blonde boy's handling
of his virile hard-on and cum-filled balls caused jennings to moan with
each squeeze by the small fingers.
"Like that?...My friend, Elijah, likes me to do this special thing
with his...Want to see?" Randy said looking up with a sweet smile and an
eager look in his twinkling blue eyes. gazing down, Jennings watched as
the blonde boy's head moved towards his thick manhood and the black man's
bulbous cockhead entered Randy's warm mouth completely. Jennings felt like
he had just entered Paradise.
"Oooooh...My Lord!!!" Jennings uttered through clenched teeth as he
felt the skinny boy's velvety tongue caressing his plump cockhead causing
him jolts of intense pleasure. Jennings watched with total amazement at
how easily this small white boy was performing oral sex on his prodigious
member. The young boy's small head bobbed up and down rhythmically
dutifully accepting the massive glans of the dark erection held still with
both small hands. Soft, slurping noises filled the air of the small
apartment as Randy sucked devotedly on Jenning's thick erection.
The middle-aged man adored being sucked off, but his ex-wife would
only commit this sex act during their marriage after much pleading and
cajoling. After while, it became too troublesome. Jennings had not been
given a blowjob in years. Watching this small boy lick and swallow his fat
cock made the older man appreciate the the young boy's natural cocksucking
talent. At most, four inches of the black man's cock was all the white boy
could swallow, but Randy was evidently blessed in the skill of fellatio.
He was like an artist performing a masterpiece. His silky soft tongue
lovingly flickered and caressed Jenning's stiff manhood. This caused the
fifty-year old man to become delirious with wild pleasure. He put his
large right hand carefully, yet firmly, on the back of the nine-year old
boy's small head to help guid the spunky youngster when the older male
climaxed. Jennings knew his thick cock was about to flood the blonde boy's
mouth with lots and lots of manjuice.
"Its...almost...cumming...Uh...Uh...Ready?" groaned the big black
man as he felt his thick cock twitch indicating impending sexual release.
Sensing a bountiful gusher, Randy began to expertly massage the black man's
big balls with his small left hand and sucked harder on the three-inches of
thick black cock between his pouty, red lips. This combination was
successful. The big black man grunted really hard and held the small
blonde boy's head steady as his ebony hard-on expelled a generous load of
thick cum into Randy's accepting oral orifice.
"Oooooh yeah!!!...Come on, baby!....Ooooo, get your candy!!!"
moaned Jennings lost in the tidal wave of carnal joy cause by Randy's
magnificent blowjob. Randy swallowed the first juicy spurt of mancum and
continued sucking dutifully for more. A second plentiful spurt gushed
forth immediately after the first mouthful and the small boy was barely
able to swallow the thick fluid. Like warm egg whites that tasted salty,
the gooey cum filled the nine-year old boy's mouth and went down his throat
to his awaiting tummy. A third tich spurt came out of the still twitching
cock in his mouth and overwhelmed his swallowing ability. The creamy
liquid ended up spurting out of his pert little nose like milk. This made
the young white boy pull his head back from the twitching cock he held in
his mouth and to playfully giggle at the thick semen dribbling from his
nose. Unexpectedly, a fourth and final spurt shot out from Jenning's stiff
cock sending a string of gooey cum across the young boy's cheek.
"Hahaha.....That was fucking awesome!" Randy said glefully, "Did
you like it? I did. Hahaha!!!" The naked nine-year old looked up at the
big black man whose stiff erection glistened from the young boy's saliva.
"I never, never came so damn good in my whole life," said Jennings
breathlessly as he sat on his small blue couch with his softening member
exposed, "Thank you." The small white boy stood up and pulled up his
yellow boxers and blue jeans before he jumped on the big black man's lap.
"See, I told you it was fun. Or did it make you gay?" giggled
Randy who wrapped his skinny arms around the big black man's thick neck.
This show of affection made Jennings put his own strong arms around the
shirtless skaterboy who had positioned his beautiful face nose-to-nose with
his own. His playfulness was refreshing.
"No," Jennings softly said to the small white boy he had in his
thick arms, "You're right. It was fun." He could see that Randy's angelic
fac was still sticky with the black man's semen. Jennings was awed by
Randy's easy acceptance of having his beautiful features coated with gooey
cum.
"I like being your friend," the small white boy said sweetly
staring into Jennings's dark brown eyes.
"I like being your friend, too," responded the big black man
lovingly as he adoringly gazed into Randy's hypnotically blue eyes.
It felt natural when the young boy pressed his soft lips onto those
of the older man and they remained kissing passionately for more then a few
minutes. The sticky semen on the young boy's face caused the nine-year old
boy and the fifty-year old man to be pasted together. After it was over,
Jennings affectionately tweaked the small boy on his round bottom.
"So, you going to take me home now?", queried the skinny skaterboy
standing up as if a favorite game was over, "I don't want to get into
trouble, you know." Jennings stood up, too, and returned his flacid
private back behind its cotton dungeon. Then, he fixed his tan slacks so
everything looked normal and undisturbed.
"I know...I know," Jennings responded still happy from the divine
experience he and wonderful Randy had just shared, yet saddened by it all
being over, "So, will I ever see you again? I mean, if you want to that
is?"
"Sure. I know where you live, like, I can come by whenever," Randy
said walking down the darkened hallway, "It's good cause you live here by
yourself, you know." Jeannings was overjoyed by Randy's willingness to
continue their unique friendship. The big black man waited patiently while
his new special friend washed off the evidence of their "play".
"Hey, you work all day, right? What if I stop by like Monday? Or
Tuesday? It's easy for me to get the bus," The small white boy said
returning from cleaning up so the man and boy could leave, "You know, if
you want, I could bring Elijah, too. The three of us could be messing
around together. He is into it like me. Damn! That would be so fucking
cool! What'd do you think, Kenneth?"
"Well, let's you and I talk about it next week, okay?" Jennings
responded as he and the shirtless boy returned to the white Saturn, "After
a few times, I think we can let Elijah come over, too. Let's get to know
each other first. You know how it is, okay?" Both man and boy got into
the parked car.
"That's cool," said Randy as he buckled up, "I can hardly wait."
Jennings marveled at the young boy's infectious enthusiasm.
The middle-aged man and the young boy continued to converse about
mundante matters while the car continued towards its destination. They
spoke of work and school. After fifteen minutes, Jennings drove his car to
the end of a block full of expensive homes.
"Wow! You live here?" Jennings said amazed that this small boy
lived in such a well-to-do neighborhood.
"Yeah. I'll walk home from here. My house is around the corner on
the end. I just don't want anyone seeing you and me together. They might
ask too many questions, you know," said Randy matter-of-factly, "So, I'll
see you next Monday?" Jennings noded enthusiastically.
"I'll be waiting. Take care, Randy," Jennings said warmly. Randy
smiled a beaming smile and he got out of the car. Jennings watched as the
thin white boy put on his wrinkly white shirt which had a blue devil on the
back and began walking down the street. The white Saturn pulled away,
turned the corner, and disappeared.
"Noticing that the white car had gone, Randy walked across the
residential street to a nearby home. He rang the doorbell and stood
patiently on the step. Finally, the front door opened up and the
red-headed boy from the gas station greeted Randy.
"Hey," Elijah said to Randy who just walked by and sat on the plush
white couch, "How'd it go?"
"Pretty good," replied Randy as he clicked through the channels of
the large television while the older boy sat on the opposite end of the
luxurious couch, "I think you'll like him. He's really nice. And he's got
a big one. Big!"
"Really?" the red-headed boy asked looking at his younger friend
with anticipation and trepidation together, "What if I don't know what to
do? You're all I've ever done stuff with. You tell me it's not the same."
"That's true," responded Randy with a shrug, "Older guys are more
fun. They know all the stuff to do so the sex is way better. They always
want to do it. You want to do it. see, so it works out. And they got
their own places to do it at. Plus, they treat you lots better, too." The
red-headed boy looked at the television quietly for a few moments.
"You call them "papi", right? Couldn't you just let me try it with
your papi?" asked Elijah in a slightly pleading tone, "I think a couple of
times might show me what its like, you think?"
"Nope!" Randy said sternly and proceeded to lecture his slightly
older friend, "He's my papi. When I first told you about him you said it
was creepy and now you want him after I showed you what its kinda like?
Anyways, that's why I'm helping you to get one of your own. You share them
too much and soon everytone ends up fighting. Then someone talked too
much. from there, everything gets fucked up bad. I don't want no part of
that you know.!" The red-haired boy appeared to be hurt that his
suggestion was rebuffed.
"I wouldn't tell," Elijah said dejectedly.
"I know, dude. It's just that you got to be real careful when you
mess around like this," Randy said trying to explain, "Things get crazy
when people find out that men and boys are fucking around. That's why I'm
telling you all this. That way it works for you. Which works for me,
see?"
"Well, how do the other dudes you know doing this stuff handle it?"
asked the elven-year old boy scrunching his nose in a puzzled manner.
"They do it like me. Sure, we mess around sometimes. mainly, we
got a papi around to take care of the good stuff. Those other dudes are
all just drama if you stay with them only," explained Randy, "The best way
is to stick to your papi. Only real players can bounce around and make it
work."
"Are you a player?" asked Elijah curiously.
"Not really. But, I know what I'm doing, dude," answered Randy,
"Besides, I'm the one who found the cool guy for you, today."
"I know. I know. I just got scared to talk to him like you did.
How could you tell....you know...he was that way?" asked Elijah meekly.
Randy lifted his shirt.
"You got to show some skin, dude," said Randy instructively,
"Remember how I told you to take off your shirt like me and you didn't want
to? Well, guys like that want to see dudes like me and you with nos shirts
on. Especially, with shorts on. They can't help but look. The tricky
part is letting them know you know and are willing. You do it wrong and
they get scared off. I just smile and look back all friendly, but not
staring. The older, shy ones are usually the best ones. they want it so
bad that they treat you fucking cool. Dude, it totally rocks hard!"
"Wow! I really want one so bad now!" the red-headed boy exclaimed,
"I'm so glad I moved to this neighborhood and met you!"
"Me, too. I think Kenneth will be a good papi for you," Randy said
confidently, "You'll totally love it. Like I told you before, sex with an
older guy is more fucking fun then jerking off at home in your room alone.
You'll see."
"I can't wait," said Elijah eagarly, "I can't wait!"