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Part VI
By Chris Carr
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Somewhere into the heat
of the summer, a few of us got to where we’d spend whole days playing board
games. Checkers, Chinese checkers, Life, even chess. My favorite was Easy Money,
Milton Bradley’s version of Monopoly. A game of strategy, it required great
patience for the long hours to complete, weeding out the less enthusiastic.
Those of us who could hang in there till completion sort of considered ourselves the intellectuals. For hours on end, we’d play, forming strategies while learning about our opponents. Sometimes Lyle would wander in to observe, reeking with the smell of grass and outdoors.
“Y’all still playin’?”
He’d marvel, gazing emptily at the board. He never finished a game.
One of my best opponents was Sean. Unlike other boys, he wasn’t so competitive and truly enjoyed the game just for the game. Sprawled across my bedroom floor, we’d exchange money, building our empires, way into the late afternoon.
While I tended to find a position and concentrated, Sean repositioned often, sometimes twisting his lithe frame into surprising contortions. He could pull his foot all the way up past his ear or sit squat on his pelvis, his legs extending perpendicular from him in opposite directions.
It got to where he was breaking my concentration, my eyes wandering over his sleek, dark legs or well formed ass. As a bonus, he loved going barefoot, like me, which only compounded the problem. From sitting Indian style, his sleek, dark toes extending comfortably across each knee, to laying on his side, a leg raised in the air, he was impossible to ignore.
We were in the middle of
one of those marathon sessions one afternoon when it finally got to me. He’d
been extra fidgety that day, moving about, his foot pulled toward his chest,
then back around his shoulder. When he did that ballet, sit-on-his-pelvis move
again, I felt my dick twitching and jumped up, making an excuse that I needed to
get something to drink.
His ass was the first
thing my eyes wandered to when I returned. Leaning forward, he was studying the
board which naturally raised his luscious, loaves toward me. Standing in the
door, I gazed, savoring its twin curves and in no time, the monster was
awakened.
Walking around him, I took in his form, this time with an excited tickle of sexual titillation, finally perching across from him. “Yo turn,” He informed me, casting a quick glance. I slowly traced his form from toe to toe, pausing idly over his arched back and ripe mounds, then took my turn.
When he changed positions again, this time sitting Indian style while playing with his toes, I could no longer focus on the game. Here he was, sitting crossed legged, pulling both feet further over the opposing knee by the toes and it was driving me crazy.
“What all can you
do?” I blurted.
He paused, gazing at me confused. “Huh?”
“How you do all them positions?” I submitted. He blinked, frozen, then hunched his shoulders.
“Do that one with the
foot at the ear again,” I requested. He sat for a minute then, taking his
right foot in his hand pulled it upwards until it was beside his head. With
little effort, he lowered his head a little then, stretching, pulled his foot
past his ear, locking it behind his head.
I winced, certain such contortions must’ve been uncomfortable but he didn’t seem to be in pain. It was incredible to behold, my eyes dancing about his limber, sinuous form. Holding his foot behind his head, his leg snaked around the side of his body, exposing his groin in a semi yawn of his legs. I followed the line of his leg, tracing it from his ear down to where it joined his pelvis, stopping to gaze at the bulge in his shorts.
“What else?” I asked, impressed.
He lowered his leg then,
sitting up, he folded them, frog-legging them so that his bare feet were facing
each other, sole to sole. Then he raised both his feet beneath his chin. His toes were
literally covering his mouth and I immediately got a hard-on, imagining him
licking them. God, you should’ve seen it. The way his legs were bowed, the
curve of his ass was perfectly outlined on the floor while his groin lay openly
exposed again.
Like a human pretzel he
twisted himself into a couple more moves then did something that both amazed and
aroused me to no end. Laying on his back, he threw his legs up, doubling himself
in two until they hovered over his head. Spreading widely, he lowered his knees
to the ground, either side his head.
Aghast, I slowly stood,
that bulge in my pants unavoidable now. Gawking at him, I circled the Easy Money
board to stand at his head. His ass was most prominent, suspended above him like a pair of half moons. The valley between them was clearly delineated,
almost leading the way from his upturned asshole to his obvious package.
I stood over him, imagining him minus the shorts and suddenly realized, he might be able to suck his own dick. It was too much of a temptation to deny and, looking between his legs at his placid face I inquired,
“You still want to get in the club?”
Something passed between
us, his eyes silently transmitting what he need not say and I just knew the key
had been placed in the ignition for him too. I stood there, staring at him, that
silent message reverberating between us until finally, I chanced a glance at his
groin. He watched my eyes, his toes idly wiggling as they traveled, landing upon
the tent now bursting in his shorts. His brain singularly signaling his dick, it
throbbed involuntarily, raising its head like a leviathan, wickedly ballooning
his shorts.
I stared at that
protrusion for some time, then, glancing over my shoulder, observed the open
door. Locking it, I silently returned to gaze at him once more. Without a word
passing between us, I reached down and tugged at his shorts and underwear,
pulling them around the curve of his ass, denuding his prize. He raised his legs
for me to pull them off his feet then resumed his position.
From my position above
his head, all lay open before me now. His sumptuous melons greeted me, each tasty
globe smooth as a baby’s bottom, not a hair on
them. His tight rosebud winked
at me and for the first time in my life, thoughts of ass play skipped across my
mind.
Between his wide splayed
legs his dick pointed down, a stiff column of boy flesh. A small pearl drop of
clear juice crowned the head, threatening to break away and dangle towards his
face. His dick was so hard, one solid squeeze about the engorged head probably
would’ve sent him over the edge.
Sean stared at me,
excitement dancing wildly behind his fixed eyes, his face still calm, almost
serene. Had he done something like this before? While I was pretty sure he
hadn’t, I was still amazed at how controlled he appeared.
I knelt behind him,
reaching my hand between his legs, the underside of my forearm gently nuzzling
his smooth crack as I seized his stiff pole. He closed his eyes when I stroked
it, mounting a fountain of clear juice behind that pearl drop, causing it to
eventually drop.
A long, clear line of hot juice stretched between us, dangling until it almost reached his lips. It was so erotic, I almost came in my own shorts. Sean gazed at it, swaying back and forth above him like a pendulum then looked back at me.
I stroked his hard length again and this time, it broke, falling graciously towards him like a lone high diver. To my surprise, Sean quickly opened his mouth, allowing the heavy drop passage with a discreet gulp. He looked up at me and we both instinctively smiled. Did Sean even care about joining the group, I pondered, observing his quiet, calm aplomb?
I clearly wasn’t
thinking about his need to perform, distracted instead by his acrobatic agility
and willing acquiescence. Something was jumping off between us that suggested a
plethora of possibilities other than a mere initiation.
Sean squeezed the muscles in his dick, causing it to expand in my hand. He was close, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I stroked. Another dollop of precum pearling atop his thumping dick I slathered it about the taut ridge around his swollen head. His dick pulsed upwards, raising like an aimed cannon between his legs until it stood out, toward his grimacing face.
His balls fell to either
side of his upraised tube, both of them snuggling his writhing groin. A river of
convulsions rippled up from between his butt cheeks, yanking his fluttering
asshole inward as they passed. I watched them signal the myriad of muscles
between his asshole and dick, then I felt them fill his rigid member, causing it
to swell and pulse in my hand.
Sean moaned loudly, his
face strained like he was passing a kidney stone. His asshole danced, puckering
repeatedly beneath my arm then his toes went straight and he groaned as the
first missile launched.
His dick had raised so
high, it shot out like a rocket to land in his hair. Sean shuddered beneath the
force of the explosion, his toes curling as another projectile mounted up behind
his balls, searing his quivering post as it traveled, careening from the
engorged head and stabbing him between the eyes.
Before he could catch his
breath, another salvo fired, this one pelting his cheek then I had the presence
of mind to aim it at his mouth and, like a trained acrobat, he equally opened
his mouth and guzzled the next shot.
His entire body was
writhing and straining, from his wiggling toes to his scrunched face, propelling
round after round of hot sauce from his dick. Sean panted and groaned, his eyes
closing with each eruption until finally, his supply depleted.
Dry heaving now, his dick
still twitched. He was still enjoying my hand about his pole so I continued
stroking it, even though nothing was coming out. Eventually, he came down, his
body relaxing and I released him, marveling at the tracks of cum all over his
face. Some had even dribbled onto the floor, leaving flat droplets scattered
about.
Sean looked up at me, a
look of pure satisfaction on his face and we instinctively smiled again. He
lowered his legs, slumping on the floor and I dashed to the bathroom to get him
a towel.
He lay quietly, offering
no protest as I willingly cleaned him up. His state of calm repose allowed me a
chance to fully appreciate his dark form. I gazed at it, marveling at how dark
and smooth he was. To see a boy’s anything at that age fascinated me, having
him totally naked was a major 10 on the gawk meter.
His chest was well
developed for a 14 year old, twin pecs rising to either side, each topped with a
dark, pouty nipple. It dropped into a polished well of rippling muscles his
stomach already showing signs of a six pack. His dick lay lazily against his
groin, exhausted but not soft while his legs extended away from me, a pair of
lithe, dark columns. Every inch was the same rich ebony color and not a hair
covered it, from his smooth chest to his sleek, shapely legs.
When I passed the towel
around the length of his resting tool, it readily responded, swelling rapidly.
Before I finished, it was proudly saluting. With all of the other boys, an
erection was offered merely to gain access to the club so I’d never really
studied one before.
The towel held idly in my
hand, I gazed, captivated at the wonder of the male anatomy. It always amazed me
and still does. Sean seemed rather comfortable with his nudity, causing me to
question his naiveté about matters sexual , once more.
Slipping my hand up his hard inches, I noted the way the stiff staff broadened, flowering into a ridged, pointy head. Tiny veins coiled about the rigid shaft while the head seemed stretched to the max and shiny.
Sean emitted quiet sighs
to my curious examinations, his bobbling stalk twitching sporadically. Strumming
my hand up its length, an idea dawned on me. Melvin had asked about his
knowledge of the club purely for selfish reasons and I couldn’t think of
anyone better to challenge his record.
”Wanna see if you can break the club record?” I abruptly submitted. Sean
looked at me confused and I started in with the explanation.
The record to beat was
five minutes however and, observing the way Sean’s dick was already dribbling,
that seemed like a long time. Because I had an interest in him winning, I
considered some alternatives.
Even when I’d attempted lightly caressing a boy’s dick in the past, they still made a hasty rush towards release. Part of the problem seemed to be the boy’s urgent need to get off, once the trigger was cocked. What I needed was a way to stall that need but I couldn’t think how. It turns out, I actually stumbled upon it…
To be continued....
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