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This fictional sex story is copyright (c) 2000 by Chef
BoyHardee (chefboyhardee@pediatrician.com), ALL rights
reserved. You may not read this unless you have legal
adult standing in your country or province.
The Wall 1 (M/b, ped, rom, oral)
Chapter 1
I had just broken up with my long-term live-in
girlfriend for the last time, and unlike previous
attempts at breaking up, this time I really meant it.
It was so over that she had gone to live with her
mother a hundred miles away, thank God.
I turned to my non-loser friends for comfort, but they
were busy with their marriages, girlfriends, etc. I
learned the hard way that once you're no longer part
of a couple, couples don't want to spend that much
time with you, so I was forced to turn to my old loser
friends for companionship.
My loser friends were some guys who I grew up with,
but they never grew up. We used to sit on this one
dark wall in the old neighborhood, get drunk and smoke
dope. Well, 8 years later they were still hanging out
at "The Wall" doing the same thing.
There had been a few changes though. After drinking
beer and smoking dope for a few hours, the talk
invariably turned to getting some coke. That was my
cue to head back home. I had seen that nightmare when
my girlfriend stopped being clean and sober and went
back to coke, and later crack. Bad news. Not that
beer and dope don't have their downsides, but there's
no comparison with what coke and crack do to people.
The other change was that a new family owned the house
with The Wall. They had 3 boys aged 12, 14 and 17 who
played basketball in the street in front of their
house. They had a really nice portable basketball
hoop that they put near a street lamp where the road
was very wide because it curved and became a different
street.
I have always been attracted to youth and beauty, male
or female. I like girls from about 12 on up, but once
in a blue moon, I'll see a boy who I think is really
cute. Boys are really pointless though, because
there's only a short window of time where they're old
enough, but not too old.
The 12-year-old son Joshua was kind of cute but not
very, although he was at an age where he liked pulling
his pants down. He would wear these big long tee
shirts, tuck them into his Jr. High gym shorts, and
then pull the gym shorts down to where the shirt was
barely still tucked in just above his knees. He was
just starting puberty and that made him a little cuter
than he really was.
The other 2 sons were too old and non-cute to give a
second look at, but there was another boy who lived
down the street around the corner that played
basketball with them. His name was Chad, and he was
one of those "golden" children. He was about 11 or
12, prepubescent and slim with blonde hair and a
healthy looking tan. He always wore long baggy
shorts, and it was a privilege to look at his soft
smooth legs. I remember him riding up on his bicycle
and the late afternoon sun catching the barely
perceptible down on his legs and arms. It made him
glow like he was blessed by God. He was so beautiful
that you just wanted to look at him, or do more.
It wasn't just me who found him attractive. I drove
up one afternoon and one of the other "Wall" semi-
regulars, George, was playing one-on-one basketball
with Chad. As I watched, George blocked Chad's
approach to the basket. When Chad turned his back so
he could try and make a move on either side to get to
the basket, George thrust his crotch out so that it
was pressed against Chad's butt, then reached around
for the ball, but grabbed Chad's balls instead. It
was obvious that it wasn't an accident.
Chad said, "Hey," with a nervous laugh that was more
laugh than nervous, "don't be grabbing my balls." He
turned to me, "Did you see that? He's grabbing my
balls."
George put his hands up in the air with his eyes wide
like, "Whoa, I wasn't doing anything," but when he
looked over at me, he looked down with shame for a
moment before looking up at me sheepishly. I was
shocked, but I was wishing that I were George right
then.
It didn't seem to bother Chad. He took advantage of
George's lack of attention to score a basket, and they
finished the game with the much taller 5'6'' George
winning easily.
Despite the fact that my loser friends were starting
to get into coke and also speed, I found myself
driving over every day after work just in the hope of
seeing Chad. For about a week none of my friends were
around when I drove over, so I'd sit at the wall in
the afternoons ostensibly waiting for them to return,
but in reality just staring at Chad.
Chad started noticing that I was staring at him even
though I would quickly look away when his eyes caught
mine. His reaction when he first caught me staring at
him, was like, "Wow, he likes me," with a surprised,
shy and happy smile on his face. He started looking
over at me and smiling all the time. I started
smiling back.
Then I started having to work really late and I went
home every night without stopping by the neighborhood.
When I got back to the neighborhood on a Saturday
afternoon, the whole gang was sitting on the "other
wall". The house that one of my friends lived in with
his mother had a low wall next to the sidewalk, right
across the street from "The Wall". That was the
"other wall". It was fairly well lit at night and my
friend's mom was religious, so it was unusual to see
the gang there.
Apparently while I was gone, the guy that everyone had
been partying with got tired of having them over all
the time, and the parents of the 3 boys got tired of
the beer cans being left in the planter that was
housed by "The Wall". The old gang had been doubly
banished.
They all welcomed me. I always brought enough beer to
share and then bought more, so I was always welcome.
As soon as I sat down someone handed me a joint. They
were all smoking it like it was a cigarette and
passing it covertly. I was a little bit nervous about
smoking dope in broad daylight because it was a nice
suburban neighborhood, but I figured nobody could
tell. It was really good pot and since I wasn't a big
dope smoker, I got really high after one good hit.
I looked up and saw Chad staring at me from the 2-
house distance to the basketball "court". When he saw
me look at him, he broke out in a big smile and came
running over towards me. He stopped running about 10
yards away, and walked over and stood right in front
of me.
"Hi," he said kind of shyly.
The afternoon sun made me see him at first only in
silhouette. He was wearing a tank top and of course
his long baggy shorts.
"Hi," I said. Everybody else was pretty stoned and
didn't seem to notice him. His silhouette was
outlined by the glow of the sun against his otherwise
invisible down. I had missed him, and apparently he
had missed me too.
His legs were almost touching my knees, and in my
marijuana haze, I spread my legs and he stood between
them. I started to become aroused, and my heart was
beating furiously. The way he was moving, I would say
his mannerisms then became girlish, but that would be
incorrect. They were not gender-specific, but rather
the mannerisms of a young child with a crush. It was
incredibly erotic. Moving his head slowly from side
to side and his hips likewise, he oozed the sexuality
that only those who don't yet understand sex can so
freely exhibit.
He slid the straps of his tank top off his shoulders
and let his top fall half way down his soft smooth
belly. At that point I became completely erect. His
nipples were at my eye-level and looked purple because
of the afternoon sun shining behind him. They looked
so soft and enticing that I wanted to suck on them
right there.
I caught myself and looked around to see if anyone was
noticing what was happening. Everyone was still
talking amongst themselves and nobody was paying
attention to Chad and me. I looked back at Chad and
he was pulling his tank top back up.
He started running back towards the basketball game,
"Glad to see you," he said before he left.
"Me too," I said softly.
As soon as Chad left, someone turned towards me to ask
me a question. It had been like there was a magical
spell that kept Chad and me isolated from the rest of
the world for that brief moment, so nobody would
notice what went on between us.
The gang and I got drunker and more stoned. Afternoon
turned to night. Chad and the kids from across the
street had gone home to eat, come back and played more
basketball, then gone home again. The talk amongst
the loser gang had turned towards getting some coke or
speed, with discussions about which was better.
It was about 9 o'clock and I was about to head home
when I saw Chad come running, then walking towards us.
As he got closer, I saw that he was wearing a long
white cotton tee shirt with sandals over white socks
on his little feet. The tee shirt came half way down
his thighs and it looked like he was wearing a mini-
dress. If he was wearing shorts, they were much
shorter than the ones he usually wore because they
weren't visible. He looked even cuter than usual.
Once again he stood right in front of me.
"Hi," he said.
This time he was noticed.
"Hey Chad, what're you doing out this late?" asked one
of the gang.
"Yeah, you want to party with us?" asked another.
"No," replied Chad like he was disgusted with the
thought.
"Then what're you doing out here?" asked the first
guy.
"I just wanted to be outside," said Chad.
"Hey Chad, you want a beer?" asked another guy. I was
shocked and pissed off.
"No," replied Chad like before. He looked at me and
said, "I better go."
He ran across the street, then started walking back
towards home.
I don't know what got into me, but I called out, "Hey
Chad, what are you wearing under that shirt?"
Chad stopped and looked over at me. He raised his
shirt and stuck his cute little butt out, revealing
that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. He shook
it quickly, sexily, then dropped his shirt back down
and ran towards home.
One of the guys whistled. Another said, "Man, that's
a nice ass! I'd fuck him."
Another guy said, "Hell yeah!" Then he turned to me
and said, "I think he likes you. Why don't you fuck
him? I would." Everybody laughed.
I knew that guy hadn't been laid in awhile so I turned
to him and said, "It's been so long since you got laid
that you'd fuck ME if I let you." Everybody laughed
harder. Then the talk turned back to drugs and I went
home.
I fell asleep that night thinking about Chad lying
next to me. When I woke up the next morning, I jacked
off thinking about making out with Chad. It wasn't
the first time I had done that, but the image of his
cute little ass spurred me on to an incredible orgasm.
--
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chefboyhardee@pediatrician.com
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