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Blue
a Short Story by Kellis
Spring, 2014


When she's ready for me to come, she clamps her lips around my knob, 
polishes the hell out of it with her tongue and strokes the shaft so 
fast her hand blurs.  It always works because she only gives head as the
first course -- or rarely, when she's feeling generous, as the very last
after some other body part, usually her tight anal sphincter, has jacked
me up to the peak.  Today the head was first and the pop quick because 
I'd been tending to business for a week of 18-hour days.

She has, strong enough for estrangement, an antipathy to come on her 
face.  I don't understand that; how can it be worse on her face than 
coating her tongue, down her throat, at the top of her alimentary canal
-- or at the bottom, where she takes it just as readily?  But I was 
careful not to jerk around despite the nerve-jangling intensity.  On her
part she withdrew the tongue and slowed her hand.  God, I love that!  
Nothing is more delicious than watching her pump my load into her 
still-pretty head, unless it's the twinkle in her eyes sharing my 
ecstasy.

I wanted to tell her.  When she released me, pausing to lick out the 
last drop with her little trademark smile of accomplishment, I caught my
breath and said, "After all these years, Nina, your mouth is still the 
sweetest thing in life."

She licked her lips, despite never spilling a drop, and grinned.  "Does
that mean this sweetie wants more attention?"

"I wouldn't refuse.  But in fact it's only the simple truth, especially
in this slanting sunshine.  Watching how your lips work in bright light
is a big part of the thrill."

She shaded her eyes and glanced around beyond the balcony.  "I always 
wonder who else sees our little indulgence."

"Above those treetops?  A low-flying aircraft, maybe."

She smiled.  "And the birds."

"What do they care?  They don't fuck with their beaks.  Shall we switch
positions?"

I was leaning back on the glider; she had knelt between my legs.  We were
both naked.  The light breeze felt good on my sweaty forehead and 
doubtlessly on her back.  By our custom it was her turn for lingual 
attention.

But she said, "You _will_ spend the night?"

"Yeah.  I'll order in some pizza and beer."

"I've got beer.  Then I'm in no hurry.  Besides, I want to talk to you."

She popped a couple of mints in her mouth.

I said, "You don't need that.  I like to smell my juice on your breath."

Her lip wrinkled.  "Do you?  It's not so sweet after five minutes."

"It's still mine."  I gestured to the open glider seat.  "Come on up."

With scissoring legs she rose and plopped her plump ass beside me, 
rocking the glider.  Like me, she had gained weight in recent years, but
even the more rounded belly looked good on her.  And her tits were 
luscious.  I don't understand the bra size codes; her mammaries were 
more than handfuls, now beginning to sag, crowned with the pink nipples
appropriate to chestnut hair, which today was piled high atop her head.
The sunlight glinted on it with touches of fire.

Her hand caressed my drooping cock.  "No hurry; I can wait till he 
recovers his interest."

"You know perfectly well what a clit-licking will do for that."

"I didn't think of that.  Show me again."

Slipping off the glider and between her legs, I showed her again.  She 
says sucking cock heats her up.  It must be true: she was coming in no 
time.  Her cool thighs closed on my ears, shutting off her moans.  When
she began to shiver, I changed to circling the clit instead of lifting 
it.

Slowly her legs relaxed.  Eventually she said, "I love the way you do 
that."

I backed off.  "You trained me years ago."

"Was it I or one of your secretaries."

"Nowadays they're called 'administrative assistants.'  In fact they 
benefited from your instruction."

She chuckled.  "Tell me: do pussies differ as much as cocks?"

"I ... don't have any experience with cocks.  Qualitatively pussies are
very similar.  Their differences are mainly superficial.  And external.
The greatest difference I think I ever noticed was in _your_ pussy, 
before and after your hysterectomy."

"Really?  Did it make so much difference?  The doctor never mentioned 
that!"

"I thought I told you: the lack of a cervix was obvious.  And you liked
it better afterwards."

"Your big cock bruised my cervix sometimes."  She smiled reminiscently.
"Until after it was gone, fucking by itself never made me come more than
once."

"Yeah.  I've learned to envy you."

"Come up."

Her hands on my arms lifted me.  As I rose above her, she wrapped her 
legs around me and guided me into her bottomless cleft.  Having come by
tongue, she was ready for lots more.  Women are lucky that way.  
Occasional moans revealed continuing "little ones," as she calls them.
By mutual consent we switched to the more comfortable missionary 
lengthwise on the well-padded glider and fucked away while the breeze 
cooled my sweaty back.

After awhile her moaning ceased though her hips kept moving to my 
rhythm.  Watching my reaction, she said, "I've got a new lover."

It was feeling good but my second time is never quick.  I stopped at the
bottom of a deep thrust and said, "What happened to Harvey?"

"Who?  Oh, _Harvey_!  I dumped him last year.  I'm sure I told you."

I grinned at her.  "You don't always tell me everything in that regard."

"No less than you.  But you can forget Harvey."

I never met Harvey.  She said his cock was larger than mine, which was 
reason enough.  "Good.  He's forgotten."

Her eyes twinkled.  "This one's cock is shorter."

"Than Harvey's?"

"Than yours."

"Oh."  She grinned at the improvement in my expression.

I was curious.  "Does he do much for you?"

"I'm training him."

"Okay.  Lucky guy!  Can he help support you?"

"That's part of the problem."

Meaning no support.  Harvey had that one advantage: he had paid part of
the rent on this apartment.  Not that it mattered.  My salary had 
increased enough that I alone could keep Nina in the style to which she
was accustomed.

"He's a problem?" I said.

"Yes, he is."  She sighed.  "I debated telling you, but ...  You 
remember those videos you confiscated from the pedophile?"

That was the Harrington case.  I was supposed to destroy those videos: 
that is, the flash RAMs they were recorded on -- and I did, but not 
before Nina and I viewed them.  She had sat with me unblinking before 
the monitor.  They depicted men sucking and sodomizing little boys and 
getting sucked in turn, men fucking little girls in all their orifices,
even one I recalled of a woman sucking a boy while a man alternated 
between the assholes of her and the boy.  Harrington's letch was for 
very young children, ages 3 to 10 or 11, clearly not yet pubertal.

"Yeah, I remember, especially the one of the woman with two little 
boys."

"Two little --  Oh, yeah, the identical twins.  You speculated they told
them apart because only one was circumcised."  She smiled.  "When we 
watched them, I sat in your lap and you came twice."

"How many times did you come?"

"Lots, and that was before my hysterectomy."

"What does that have to do with your new lover?  I hope you're not about
to say he's a pedophile."

"No, Kyle.  He's a pedo."

"A what?"

"The thing a pedophile loves."

"You mean he's a kid?"

"Almost twelve years old."

The full length of my cock was still in her cunt, but it shriveled a 
little.  "Good god, Nina!"

"Watching those videos -- that old guy with the beard who claimed to 
love tiny ones.  You said you'd like to suck a little cock too."

"Well, yeah, theoretically!"

She chuckled.  "How can you suck a cock theoretically?"

I stuck my forefinger into her mouth.  "Like that!"

She spat out the finger.  "One without bones would be better.  I can get
it for you."

That was too much.  I lifted off her to kneel between her legs.  "Nina,
you amaze me!  Surely you know how much trouble a kid could cause even a
woman -- not to speak of me!  Nowadays it's a _federal_ crime to fuck 
somebody under 17."

"Only if they find out."

"Well, why wouldn't they?  You think a twelve-year-old will keep quiet 
about fucking a grown woman?"

"This one does."

I had to laugh.  "What makes you believe that?"

"Wait till you meet him."  She withdrew the leg I had pinned against the
glider back and sat up.  "Let me tell you a little about him.  His name
is Blue.  He's an orphan who's had it pretty tough, the way most people
would think.  My friend Amy, who works for Social Services, is fostering
him.  You remember Amy?"

I nodded.  At the last Christmas party, with Nina three-quarters bombed
and giggling, I had fucked Amy on the living room couch.  She's another
of those women who can climax when you wiggle your tongue at them.

"I thought you would!  He's kind of timid and needs a lot of mothering,
sleeps with her every night.  When she felt his hard little cock humping
her butt and his tongue on her clit, she turned over and sucked him.  
They've been at it for a month."

"You'd think she would have more sense."

"Amy is crazy about cocks.  You ought to know.  It turns out he likes 
cock-sized objects up his ass, which he learned in the orphanage.  When
they busted the director, which wasn't because Blue squealed, he was 
named as a victim so they took him out of the orphanage."

"Does he go to school?"

"He would, but school's out.  Amy brought him over here last week to 
help paint my kitchen."

"And you sucked him off."

She nodded.  "Of course.  I love cocks too, even little ones."

"How did that happen?"

"Sucking him off?  I said, 'You know why you're really here?'  He goes,
'To please you,' and starts shucking his clothes."

I chuckled.  "He was coached.  You and Amy set it up."

She grinned.  "I think Amy wanted me in her boat."  She sighed and her 
grin faded.  "But the kid isn't masculine at all -- except for a 
perpetual hard-on.  Even so, he's not much good for me.  You and he 
together, now ..."

"How many times has he been over?"

"Every day."

"Where is he now?"

"At Amy's, I guess.  I'd have the same problem as Amy, if I didn't have
you for a friend."

"What problem?"

"She's afraid her boyfriend will find Blue with a hard-on."

"What would he do?"

"Turn her in, of course.  He's the narrow-minded type."

"Not too narrow to fuck Amy."

"That's no restriction!"

I had to chuckle.  "All right.  I take it this is leading up to 
something."

She regarded me thoughtfully.  "Maybe you need a cock to really enjoy 
this kid."

"He's got one, smaller than mine, you said.  How big is it?"

She held up her middle finger about three inches from her thumb.

"That's certainly smaller!"  I was curious.  "Do you get a kick out of 
comparing cocks?"

"In the mouth, I guess.  I have to make an oyster to keep him in my 
pussy --"

I knew her meaning.  When she made a Viennese Oyster for me, it was my 
cue to eat her out and butt fuck her.  I imagined when oystering, she 
had tried him up her ass too.

She continued, "But in the mouth his little slicker is cute."

"'Slicker?'"

"It's Amy's word.  It refers to his intact foreskin, actually to pushing
it back by pursing your lips.  You remember sucking a bubble in a busted
balloon when you were a kid?  That's what the head feels like when you 
slurp it in just like a balloon: slick, with a nutty flavor.  I bet 
you'd like it too."

I shook my head.  "Tell me why you don't think he'll squeal."

"He's afraid to get sent somewhere else.  He likes Amy and me."

"And you think he'd like a man?"

"I told you: he wants a cock up his ass."

"That's weird."

"Did you ever try it?"

"With a dildo.  Didn't do a damn thing for me."

"You may be the one that's weird, Kyle.  Didn't it feel like a turd 
going backwards?"

"I guess it did, but so what?"

"No stimulation at all?"  She shook her head.  "Weird."

I took a deep breath.  "What's your proposition?"

"Amy's boyfriend is taking her to the all-day races tomorrow.  She wants
to drop Blue here."

"All day, huh?"

"Why don't you come over about ten.  We'll get acquainted and maybe have
a picnic here on the balcony."

I'm sure my eyes enlarged.  "Hell no, not the balcony!"

She giggled.  "I thought only the birds could see us."

"When I'm fucking an underage kid, even the birds are too nosy.  All 
right, but I can't make it till after lunch."


* * *


He was watching television when I entered the apartment.

Nina, barefoot in a housecoat, hair rolled into a bun, said, "Stand up,
Blue and meet Kyle."  Remote in hand, she killed the TV.

The kid came to his feet, gave me one sharp glance then dropped his 
eyes.  He was a typical tweener, just about five feet tall, slim, with 
short brown hair and eyes, barefoot but wearing a sleeveless vest and 
short-shorts.  He was pale with thin arms and legs and knobby knees.

"Hello," he said in a soft soprano voice.

"Hello, Blue," I responded.  "I'm glad to see you."

He looked up briefly and grinned.

I gave Nina a kiss and squeezed a tit to verify she was without 
undergirding.  Releasing her, I walked to Blue and extended my hand.  
Tentatively he shook it without pressure.  His hand, half the size of 
mine, was cool.

I gestured at the couch.  "Take a seat and tell me about yourself."

He obeyed but kept his eyes down like an old-fashioned girl.  "What 
four-eleven you want?"

"411?  Like the information number?"

"Yeah," he said in an "of-course" tone, quickly adding, "Yes, sir."

"Nina has told me some of your background.  You were removed from the 
orphanage."

"They're like, 'For your safety.'"

"Safe from what?"

He seemed to think that over before answering, "The other kids."

"They bullied you?"

"They wanted to hurt me."

"Why was that, Blue?"

"Because they thought I was Sturgeon's pet."

"Sturgeon was the director?"

"Yeah.  Yes, sir."

"_Were_ you his pet?"

"Yeah."

"Why was that?"

"Because I loved his action."

"His action?  What did he do to you?"

"You sound like the cops."  He looked at Nina.  "Will he make me leave?"

"No, Blue.  Kyle will be just as good to you as Sturgeon was."  She 
winked at me, well aware of my ambivalence about behavior such as 
Sturgeon's.

He looked at me and sighed.  "All right.  He did everything he could 
think of, I guess."

"Did it hurt?"

"It felt good."

"Even his cock up your ass?"

"Oh, yeah!"  His face brightened a little.  "Especially when Lefty would
suck my cock too."

"Lefty was another ... orphan?"

"Yeah.  He was fourteen."  He looked at Nina.  "How many other kids are
here?"

"In this one-bedroom apartment?"  She gestured around her.  "You're it."

"Other kids are trouble."

"Not here, they aren't.  Kyle, would you like a drink?"

"Sure."

She stood up.  "I'll get them.  Blue, I told you Kyle was coming, so get
started."

He promptly got to his feet, shrugged out of the vest and stepped out of
his shorts.  He stood before me with lowered head, the only sign of 
modesty.  His "slicker" was uncircumcised, a walnut with a protruding 
foreskin pucker above two additional walnuts drawn up tight.  His shanks
were thin.  No hair was visible below his neck.

I said, "What did you do in the orphanage besides fuck Sturgeon?"

"Went to school."

"What grade?"

"Fifth."

"Nina said you were twelve.  Did you miss a grade?  I thought twelve 
belongs to the sixth."

"I'll turn twelve in August."

"Any sports?"

"No.  They said I'm clumsy.  And the jocks were mean."

"How about the girls?"

"They liked the jocks."

"If you want girls to like you, you need to develop some muscle."

"Exercise."  He said it with contempt.  "Sturgeon liked me this way."

"Who did you fuck besides Sturgeon?"

"Well, Paul...  And Mama Kristy."

"'Mama?'"

"She was Sturgie's wife.  They arrested her too."

Now I recalled the newspaper article.  Quite a scandal!  At least 
Sturgeon wasn't foolish enough to let them find videos, as Harrington 
had done.  I hadn't heard whether they'd come to trial yet.

"Who ratted them out, Blue?"

"Not me!  I wouldn't've ever done anything against Sturgie.  He was my 
sugar daddy."

I grinned.  "He told you to call him that?"

"Well, he _was_!"

"'Blue.'  Where did you get that name?"

"It's my nickname.  Sturgie gave it to me when I was six and he watched
Mama Kristy skin back my cock.  The end was blue as her eyes."

I recalled a preteen friend with a blue dick head, apparently the result
of always being covered with the foreskin.

"So they'd been fooling with you for years."

"I guess.  About five years."

"Other kids too?"

"Not with me, unless Sturgie told them to."

"I mean, did Sturgeon and his crowd fool with other kids?"

"Yeah, but most of them grew up and left."

That agreed with what I remembered.  Sturgeon was about my age.  To a 
pedophile, running an orphanage must have been irresistible temptation,
despite the awful risk.  I wondered if he had known of his perversion 
before getting the orphanage directorship.  Perhaps not, considering 
that I was about to seek mine.

Nina came back with a tray of drinks.  "Couldn't find the beer.  
Remembered we ran out.  Good thing you like Irish."

"Put it on the table.  Blue and I are getting acquainted."

She set the tray on the coffee table.  "I got you a coke, Blue.  Do you
want it now?"

The lad tilted his head toward me.  "Up to him."

She looked at me.  "What's holding you up?"

Oddly enough, for the first time I realized the unique nature of my 
situation.  Here was a woman who routinely gave me unlimited freedom of
her body, along with a boy allegedly having the same attitude.  The 
woman was thoroughly known, a given.  A man my age may be attracted to 
boys like this one, according to all the authorities, at least as much 
as to the woman, but I've never heard a reason why.  I was curiously 
reluctant to prove the attraction.  Or not.

I stared at Nina without answering.  Her lips twitched in the start of a
grin.  "Kyle, didn't you ever play with kids?"

"When I _was_ one."

"Did you suck a boy's cock?"

"No."

"Why not?  I thought all teenage boys jerked each other off."

"Actually there was very little of that in my experience.  Interest in 
other cocks was a huge taboo."

She grinned.  "Not any more, with everybody out of the closet.  It's 
time you found out what you missed.  Blue, go straddle Kyle's lap."

I held up a hand.  "Let's try the other way."

She blinked.  "His asshole?"

I stood up, loosened my belt, kicked off my loafers, shoved britches and
shorts down to the floor and sat back with my legs spread.  "Come here,
Blue."

He walked around the coffee table and stood before me, looking down then
up.  "It's not ready."

"You know how to fix that."

"Sturgie liked to suck me first to make his hard."

"I'm not Sturgeon."

Timidity no longer evident, he stared into my eyes and said, "Will you 
kiss me first?"

My eyebrows rose in surprise.  Was the kid seeking tenderness?  I 
glanced at Nina, who was smiling archly.  In for a penny, in for a 
pound.

I put out my arms and the kid dipped forward, legs spread over my 
thighs.  I think his cock may have deliberately touched mine before he 
rose on his knees with puckered lips.  My arm went around his scrawny 
shoulders and pulled his face to mine.

We kissed.  He opened to my tongue.  His followed mine when I withdrew.
He tasted of Nina's chocolate.  His weight was slight.

It was the classic case of mixed emotions.  When I was a kid, a couple 
years younger than Blue, the teenage babysitter had tried to seduce me.
She had felt my dick through my pants, caught my hand and poked it into
her blouse.  I had felt the most awful ambivalence, wanting in the worst
way to pinch the nipple scraping my palm but also wanting to return to 
the book I was reading -- which I'll always remember was _Tom Sawyer_.
Now for the first time in forty years I felt the same.  Forty years ago
I had fought her off despite the educational thrill of her fingers.  Now
...

I looked past his cheek and said to Nina, who was watching intently, 
"You suck him first."

Her eyes opened wide and she sniffed.  "You think _I'd_ rat on you?"

"Just suck him."

With a sigh she came out of the chair, still in her housecoat, sank to 
her knees beside the couch, swung the boy's hips sideways and slurped up
his little willie, which remained a walnut with a pucker.  Suction made
a hollow in her cheek.

He raised a leg, finished the half-turn and lowered his buttocks on my 
leg, giving her free access.  His skin was cool.

For a moment he watched her bobbing head then looked up at me.  "Don't 
you like boys?"

"As sex objects?  I don't know, Blue.  I never had much to do with 
queers."

"You think I'm queer?"

"Aren't you?"

He sneered.  "Who's sucking whose cock?"

"Okay."  I had to nod.  "But is she having any luck?"

Nina backed away enough for his dick to appear.  It had already more 
than doubled in length.  The blue head, about like a marble, shone with
her spit.  The foreskin was bunched up behind it.

I grinned at the watching woman.  "You peeled it back, did you?"

"With tongue and teeth together.  I've been practicing."

I said wonderingly, "You really do love sucking little dicks!  Is that a
general feminine interest?"

"I already told you: it's like a bubble in a balloon."

Suddenly I was curious.  "Come up here, Blue."

She helped him hitch himself around and up until his ass rested on my 
shirt with the little sausage in front of my mouth.  I snaked a hand 
under his leg and caught the thing between thumb and forefinger.  No 
surprise: it was firm.  I rolled the foreskin forward and the blue head
disappeared.

An uncircumcised jerk buddy in high school had claimed his prepuce was 
uncomfortably tight when fully withdrawn.  No such problem with this 
one!  It flipped easily back and forth over the blue marble.

"This little dick got a lot of handling, didn't it, Blue?"

He answered promptly.  "Somebody always was.  That's my first memory."

"Who did it first?"

He shrugged.  "Some butter-face.  She washed it and it got hard."

"In an orphanage?"

Nina was giggling.

I said, "You think he's full of it?"

"Probably not.  I'll bet you don't know about 'butter-face.'"

"Mushy mouth?" I guessed.

The giggle became a laugh.  "As my newsboy says, 'That's a hot bod, but
her face ...'"

After a wry grunt I said to Blue, "I'm surprised you remember a dick 
washing."

"Then she sucked it."

"Did it feel good?"

"Oh, yeah."

"I might believe you remember that!  How old were you."

"Three, I think."

"Three!  Are you sure?"

"Oh, yeah.  It's my first memory."

I could recall pushing whirligigs into a flower box on the front porch,
at age three my earliest memory.  Nobody played with my dick until I was
ten, but all my young life it was hard and sensitive when waking up in 
the morning.

"What a first memory!"  I looked around at Nina.  "How young can a boy 
be and still enjoy getting his cock sucked?"

She shrugged.  "Kyle, you know I never had one of my own, but I've heard
of mothers who calm squalling babies by sucking and licking their 
stuff."

"Girls, too?"  I grinned.  "Would you do it if you had one."

"What do you think?"

"Do you suppose all the orphanages have perverts for staff?"

"Like me, you mean?  Why not?" she said with a sniff.  "Who'll stop 
'em?"

My imagination fired up.  "What happens there if a toddler pops out his
cock and demands sucking?"

She chuckled.  "Guess it depends on who's looking.  If he did, you could
bet somebody has done it already."  An eyebrow rose.  "One like that is
under your nose."

I peeled it back again and licked the tip.  Tasteless with maybe a hint
of Nina's mints.  I sighed, realizing full well that what we had already
done was enough for forty years in the slammer.  In for a penny, in for
a pound.

With a hand behind his butt, I pushed him forward until the little cock
rested on my tongue.  After my lips closed around it, my tongue verified
that it resembled a balloon bubble: a "slicker" indeed, but with the 
texture of wax.  I could feel the eye.

My nose pressed his pubic pad and smelled ... boy.  Though long 
submerged in memory, the odor was familiar from wrestling with my pals 
on hot summer days.  My bottom lip pressed his balls.  Opening wider, I
sucked in the entire genitals.  He shivered at that.  I peered up into 
wide eyes.  Did he expect me to bite?

The head was in the back of my throat but not so far as to gag me.  An 
advantage of very short dicks?  It struck me as interesting that the 
first penis in my mouth should be not yet 12 years old -- and not just 
the penis: balls and all.  If much older than that, I supposed, the 
entirety would not have fit.  I couldn't recall a woman who had so 
swallowed me whole.  Holding his hips, I moved the thing full strokes in
and out and became aware of a hand, obviously Nina's, working my own 
dick.

Her mouth, close enough to mine to share, said, "At last."

"Hunh?" I asked nasally.

"Your cock is finally showing some interest."  Her breath puffed on my 
lips.

Her hand annoyed me.  Was my burgeoning hard-on because of the "slicker"
in my mouth or her familiar hand?  I caught her arm, pulled it away and
noted her surprised expression from the corner of my eye.

I spat out the dick and with a hand slipped under his leg touched the 
organ to Nina's lips.  She sniffed and sucked it past them.  My tongue 
followed at full extension, massaging the corner of her mouth and the 
side of the little dick.  I glimpsed her eyebrow rise and felt her mouth
stretch as she giggled nasally.  Two male parts together in her mouth 
pleased her.  It occurred to me that later on we could again put two 
dicks in her mouth at once.  When tried at a Christmas party, they 
didn't fit well enough to be interesting.  These two would obviously 
work better.

Her tongue, stroking the blue head, rubbed against mine.  The 
combination was stimulating to all of us, it seemed especially to Blue.
He quivered and gulped, "Oh, oh!"  The quivers became shudders.  Was he
coming?  I added my tongue strokes to Nina's but my expectation of 
tangible results was thwarted.  Soon the boy backed away, still 
shuddering.

I said to Nina, "He doesn't squirt?"

"Not yet.  He isn't quite 12, you know."

I did know.  I was jacking off in the school library, fantasizing about
the girl in front of me, the first time I wet my shorts: age 12 plus 
several months.  I had been practicing those thrills for almost a year 
in dry delight.  Though expected, it had been a great surprise.  I spent
the next hour hiding the wet spot visible on the front of my pants.  
Curiously it seemed to me that the thrill when squirting was slightly 
less sharp.  Trying an hour later, I proved juicy again and have been 
ever since.

Blue slid down my chest until his ass bumped my upstanding dick.  His 
face was red.

"Tell me you're not embarrassed!" I said.

Nina chuckled.  "He blushes when he comes.  It's the only way you can 
tell for sure."

"Like some women," I said dryly.  "Of course it could still be 
embarrassment."

"How do you get that?"

"Some people hate for their feelings to be obvious."

She shrugged.  "Not me."

"You don't blush."

"Don't I?  When that happens, nothing would surprise me."

Blue's small hand fiddled with my dick.  I realize he was trying to fit
it in his asshole.  My reaction was to catch his hips and lift them off
me.  I said, "Nina, time for the K-Y."

"Got it right here," she said, reaching into the pocket of her 
housecoat.  It was cold on my dickhead.

Blue held his dick out of the way and bent down to view Nina's 
operation, saying, "Sturgie didn't need that.  Ooo, that's cold!"

His sphincter closed, perhaps because of the chill.

I've had experience with female assholes.  I said, "Push out."

"Sorry," he said diffidently, and I slid easily through the ring.

Still grasping his hips, I pumped him slowly up and down while examining
the feeling.  Was this tighter than the female assholes?  No.  It was no
different even at full penetration -- except the hips were a lot closer
together and no big tits hung in front of my face to play with.  I 
missed them.  But Blue was squatting over me, his small feet clamping my
hips.  His mouth hung open and his eyes followed mine despite the 
bouncing.  His hands came to rest on my shoulders.  I noticed that he 
weighed much less than Nina in this exercise -- or for that matter any 
other woman who had so accommodated me.  I prefer them plump.

His skin was smooth as a woman's and he was as hairless as a freshly 
shaved one.  To my dick he felt exactly like one -- little surprise 
there, considering his life so far, except I believe his shallow butt 
cheeks allowed deeper penetration.  Of course he had a larger 
excrescence between his legs than even an old woman.  Wobbling up and 
down, still very much erect, it struck me as alien.  The rising thrill 
in my dick insisted this should be a woman.

I released his hips and said, "Blue, what do you think of come in your 
mouth?"

He sat motionless after I released him, my dick high in his entrails.  
He licked his lips and said, "Sturgie always started that way.  I like 
it."

"Then get down there and suck.  You won't have to do it long."

"Kyle!" warned Nina.  "Be kind."

"What's the matter," I said to Blue.  "Don't you like the taste of 
shit?"

She said, "That's not it.  I gave him an enema."

Blue resolve the issue by dropping down and slurping up my dick.  I 
imagined that the head and maybe another inch filled him up, but he 
bobbed on it gamely, cheeks hollow from suction.  His hand jacked the 
shaft.

Nina looked up at me, a hand working between her legs.  "Are you about 
to come?"

Instead of answering, I clapped a hand over each of Blue's ears.  
Standing up, I lifted him by the head until he was standing also.  
Taking my dick between thumb and forefinger, I pulled it out of his 
mouth and ordered, "Keep your mouth wide open!"

His bent legs took his weight.  In the light from the window behind me I
could see his tonsils.  Just as my thrills peaked I noticed that his 
teeth were crooked and ought to be fixed before he was much older.  Then
I shot a streaky blob of jizz over his tongue into the back of his 
mouth.  I trembled and my vision dimmed but not so much that I missed 
the following blobs.

"Oh, Kyle," breathed Nina.  "He'd like it better with the head in his 
mouth."

Cooling down fast, I said, "How do you know?"

"Because _I_ do; a pulsing dick is exciting."

While grinning a kind of apology, I said, "I wanted to see the maximum 
perversion: 10 million half-babies in a little boy's mouth."

She sniffed.  "More than that, I'd guess.  You haven't been jerking."

Blue stood to his full height, thrust out a jizz-coated tongue then 
swallowed ostentatiously.  "Ahhh!" he uttered and opened his mouth to 
exhibit the same tongue, now clean.

"You never swallowed better," I said to Nina, hovering near.

She sniffed again.  "He may have even more practice than I."

Of course I was finished but not Blue, who said, "When Sturgie comes, he
sticks it in my ass and gets Lefty to suck my cock."  His eyes flashed 
between me and Nina.

Well, my dick was still mostly hard.  I raised my eyebrows at Nina.

Ever practical, she said, "Sit back down, Kyle, and you turn around, 
Blue.  I guess I'm Lefty."

Blue was right: we didn't need the lubricant.  When he sat on it, it 
slipped right in.

He looked over his shoulder.  "You'll have to pump."

The easiest way was to grab his hips and work his ass like a piston.  I
looked around his side and saw his firm little member sliding in and out
of her pursed lips.  His ass was behaving like a shuttlecock.  This was
stimulating despite my expended state; shortly my dick was hard as ever.

I knew from plentiful experience it was too soon for me to get another 
climax, so I reflected on what I had learned this morning on the 
forbidden subject of pedophilia.  Here I sat with my dick up a hairless
boy's ass, from the back very like a small, slim woman -- not my 
favorite kind by any means but doable in a pinch.  Nina knelt in front 
of him, housecoat open over big fluttering tits, sucking with her eyes 
closed, hand busy in her groin.  At times like this she would be feeling
continual mild climaxes, or so she had told me, except at all other such
times she'd be licking a clit instead of sucking a dick.

But what was the difference between a boy's asshole: that is, a 
well-stretched one, and a woman's?  None that I could feel.  With a 
woman I could reach around her and squeeze her tits.  In this case ...

My hand snaked over Blue's hip and felt the miniature nutsack.  It 
seemed to be hanging lower than when we began this heavily outlawed 
encounter.  The contents were easily divisible.  I was tender but Blue 
still shivered.  His back reddened.

"Is he coming?" I said incredulously.

Then I discovered his other indicator, perhaps not as reliable as the 
flush, but taken together ...  His sphincter squeezed my dick hard.  
Because I had stopped pumping, the pressure was right at the base, a 
pleasant tightness that produced a mild thrill.  The constriction 
reappeared again and again at heartbeat intervals before finally fading.
His legs pushed his ass higher on my belly, almost dislodging me.  His 
dick escaped Nina with a pop.  "Oh, oh!" he moaned.

She tilted her head and grinned around him at me.  "He can come again 
almost as fast as a girl."

"You've been playing, I see."

"Would you believe six times in one afternoon?"

"Oh, yeah?  Who was it claimed he didn't do much for her?"

"That was six times for him."

Blue stretched atop me, the back of his head on my shoulder, the head of
my dick still past his sphincter.  He grinned around at me and squeezed
the sphincter.  "I wish you could come too."

"I suppose your Sturgie came twice without fail."

"Not always.  But he always tried."  He wiggled his ass.  "Today was so
_bad_."

"How do you mean that: evil, painful, naughty?"

"Huh?  I mean it was a bomb."

"Hmm."  A Broadway play that failed was said to have "bombed," but in 
this case, with jizz on his breath, I suspected teen-style 
contrariness.  "Do you mean today is what you've been wanting?"

"Dying for it, man!"

I took hold of his chin, held his face still and stared into his eyes.
"How can a dick up your ass feel good?"

He thought about it and said, "It's in the groove, man, where it 
belongs."

"A dick belongs up your ass?"

"It belongs in a hole, maybe an ass, a mouth or a cunt.  Sturgie's like,
'Each is a little different but they're all about the same: a hole the 
size of your cock.  Like your fist when you jack off.'"

"Do you do that?"

"All the time."

Nina had perked up.  "Sturgie was right," she said positively.

"Not according to the law."

"The law is shit."

"Shit with a gun."

I finally disconnected and set Blue down beside me.  He took hold of my
flagging dick but handled it gently.  I wondered, "You like one in your
hand too?"

He giggled.  "At night Sturgie and Mama Kristy would watch porn flicks.
I played with his cock.  And sucked it."

"Didn't you soon get tired of that?"

"No way!"

Nina said archly, "A cock in him somewhere makes him feel secure.  Is 
that it, Blue?"

He nodded.  "It's riding high."

I said, "Elevated on a cock.  You ever feel like that, Nina?"

She grinned slyly.  "What's the right answer: only on yours?"

"Blue, is one cock at the time enough?"

"If it's the boss's."

"What's your experience with two at the time?"

"Fun when Sturgie was bossing."

"How about when the kids caught you without Sturgeon?"

"That hurt.  And they put me down hard."

"Let you fall?  Ah.  Called you names, eh?  Did they say anything that 
wasn't true?"

His eyes flashed.  "I never fucked my mother."

"No, I suppose not.  Did you tell Sturgeon what they did to you?"

"Yeah.  Then they said they'd snuff me.  I had to go keep house with 
Sturgie."

"And his wife?"

"Yeah."

"Who else was there?  Did Sturgeon only fuck boys?"

"Not always.  He liked to do what he called a '169' with his wife."

"What's a 169?"

"She's lying on the kitchen table on her back.  I'm on top of her 
licking her clit while she sucks me.  Sturgie is standing on the floor,
holding her legs up and leaning back and fucking her under my tongue.  
He switches back and forth between her and my mouth.  He don't quit till
he comes.  It's so good for her sometimes she almost loses it."

Nina gasped, "Oh, my god!"

Blue grinned at her and sat up eagerly.  "I could show you right now!"

She looked at my sagging dick.  "Kyle can't."

"No problem."  He bent down and the smallest pair of hands in the room 
cupped my balls while the smallest mouth slurped up my dick.

I was struck by the puzzle of Nina wanting Blue to firm me up instead of
herself, something she'd enjoyed doing on many occasions.  What was her
motive?  Did she mean to further my infatuation with the lad?  To what 
end, perhaps a more permanent association?

In short order I was standing tall and we repaired to the kitchen.  I 
had already proven that the 30 inch table was the perfect height for us
to fuck, me standing and her lying on her back with her calves over my 
shoulders.  She had enough built-in padding for the hard surface not to
bother her.

We were soon arranged as the kid had described.  It was apparent that 
Nina loved a 169 nearly as much as "Mama Kristy" was said to.  I guessed
that might be true of any woman who didn't mind a miniature dick in her
mouth.  I recalled doing this with another couple before my divorce.  My
wife was one of the women, who lay reversed across a narrow table with 
the men standing.  That experience, like this one, gave me the 
opportunity to compare mouth and cunt as cock receptacles.  Blue's mouth
was smaller, which was no improvement on that of the other man's wife.
As before, the cunt was the sweeter cock catcher.  If another man stood
across the table, however, and swapped between Nina's mouth and Blue's 
asshole ...  That is, assuming Nina would agree -- which she would, I 
was sure, after an enema for Blue -- and more importantly, if I could 
find another man willing to stick his cock up a little boy's ass.

We performed thus for the better part of an hour, Nina groaning 
intermittently and a bright flush rippling down the boys back at least 
twice.  I couldn't come again so soon, although I might have if another
woman had lain in place of Blue.

We were dressed and sitting around the kitchen table with drinks and an
ice cream sandwich for Blue, when Amy arrived to take him home.  She 
looked around at us and frowned.  "Is everything all right?"

Blue's eyes had lit.  "Super!" he cried with a big smile.  "We even did
a 169."

I sneered at Nina.  "Thought he never rats!"

She laughed.  "We're all pedophiles here.  Let him brag.  Amy, we need 
to make arrangements."

The newcomer's eyes turned to me.  "Kyle, are you interested?"

"Exactly what are you two females cooking up?"

"Sit down," said Nina.  "Let me get you a drink."

Amy raised a hand.  "No thanks, not now.  Blue and I have to get back.
My guy bought us dinner and it's getting cold.  Can we meet tomorrow 
morning?"

"I can't," I said.  "Somebody has to support this circus."

"Oh.  Tell Nina when we can get together, will you?"  She extended a 
hand.  "Come along, Blue."


* * *


Thinking it over that night, I decided that I was no pedophile after 
all, despite today's indulgence.  Blue stimulated me because he 
resembled a woman, not for his "cute little dick."  Up the ass and 
white-washing the tonsils was no more thrilling with him than Nina.  
Possibly less.  He was the ideal of complaisance, but so was Nina.  And
in a few months he would begin to squirt, his voice would deepen and 
hair grow around dick and in armpits.  That left the question, would I 
fuck an underage girl?  No, I decided, I wouldn't go out of my way.  
Unless she weighed 140 and wore C-cups.

Another question: would I fuck Blue again?  Why not?  We could still 
produce the "friction of mucous membranes," as Heinlein put it, which 
has always been an end in itself.  You can't have too many willing 
come-catchers.  And we might try both dicks in Nina's mouth at once.  Or
in her cunt while she made her oyster.  I doubted if up her ass together
was possible, even in the oyster.  Her butt cheeks were not thin.

How about a 1691 with Amy atop Nina and Blue standing on a cushion?  Ha!
Probably wouldn't work worth a damn.  Besides, the 169 hadn't done much
for me and probably wouldn't unless it was the first shot of the day.

The other issue, always hiding in the wings, was that of risk.  I had no
concern about the women, but sex comes out of boys' mouths far easier 
than it goes in, as I well recalled from middle school.  And Blue would
be attending public school in the fall.  I wondered how he would fare 
with his obvious fear of other children.  When they discovered his 
vulnerability -- "From an orphanage?" -- and ganged up on him, would he
blurt, "Leave my asshole alone; it's reserved for big cocks?"  Would the
authorities discover that it had been so used since leaving the 
orphanage?

In the meantime, his tales of orphanage life were fascinating, 
incongruous on a child's tongue and thus more titillating.  I decided to
keep enjoying his well-trained mouth and eager asshole until school 
started, and as the mood struck me, find out why a small cock was so 
improbably interesting to the women.

In any case, if Blue was destined to stay nearby, I resolved to furnish
Amy the cash to straighten his teeth.  Let it not be said that his only
take-away was jizz!

END
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