WARNING: The following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters
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   Throw Away Kid

   Chapter 2 After School Snack

   I spent the night dreaming about my first encounter with my 10-year-old
friend, Michael.  I continued to replay the events over and over in my
mind. First, recounting out discussion about sex.  Taking him upstairs to
"make his thingie feel better".  Carefully stripping him to his underwear
and then myself doing the same.  The image of his smooth, tan, nude body
stayed with me all night.  As bad as I wanted to explore his body with my
tongue, I couldn't do it.  He was not comfortable with the idea, and I was
determined to honor his wishes.

   I could think a number of things I would like to do with him, but I was
fortunate to have experienced what I did.  After 28 years of life, I spent
much of it dreaming of the day I would have a boy that I could truly love
and that loved me in return.  I'm actually very lucky, because I have
exactly that.  After our first encounter, we lay in bed holding each
other's naked body.  I would caress his hair and kiss him gently on his
nose as he dosed off to sleep.  My thoughts were about how lucky I was to
have such an intimate relationship with a boy.  My next thought was that he
might never want to repeat this event.

   I could hardly focus on my work as I waited for Michael to arrive home
from school.  My mind was racing.  Would he be ashamed or afraid?  I knew
that one of two things would happen.  Either he would stop coming to visit
and avoid me or he would want to continue the sexual relationship we
started.

   I had some phone calls to make, and lost track of time when I heard the
familiar squealing noise of bus number 17.  I quickly looked out the
window. Michael and his brother Dylan were the first off the bus.  They
raced up the street to their house.  My eyes were glued to their front door
when out bolted Michael.  He was running full speed towards my apartment. I
sighed with relief and began to relax when he made it to the door and rang
the bell.  I ran downstairs to the door and let him in.  He immediately
jumped into my arms and threw his arms around my neck.  "I've missed you
all day long!" he said.  "Me too." I responded and planted my lips on his.
He seems to really like kissing.  So do I.  "I could think of nothing but
holding you in my arms," I replied.  His face seemed to light up.  "Lets go
to your bedroom", he said as he darted up the stairs.

   By the time I made it to my bedroom, he was spread eagle in the middle
of my bed waiting patiently.  As soon as he saw me, he jumped up and
started to take off his shirt.  "Wait," I said.  "I have a rule about
getting undressed." He stared at me with a confused look on his face.  "I
do the undressing," I said.  Michael responded with a big grin and jumped
to his knees ready to be undressed.

   "I take it you liked our special time together yesterday", I said.  "Yes
Sir!" he responded enthusiastically.  "I've been thinking about it all day
at school today." I found myself wandering how many other fourth grade boys
sat at their desk with a "hard on" waiting to get home to the arms of an
intimate partner.

   Michael had his arms raised in the air waiting for me to pull his shirt
off.  After removing his shirt, I removed his shoes and socks.  "Stand up,"
I instructed.  He jumped off the bed with great excitement.  It was as if
he were headed for a day of fun at an amusement park.  I unsnapped his
pants, pulled down his zipper, and pulled his pants down.  I could not help
but notice that he was wearing the same pair of underwear.  I recognized a
pee stain from yesterday.  "Didn't you change your underpants last night?"
I questioned.  "No sir", he replied.  "My mom didn't wash any for me." I
had to hold back my remarks because I didn't want speak negatively about
his mother.  Kids always love their mothers.  Regardless of how lousy they
are.

   I left him sitting on the bed in his white underpants as I stripped down
to my underwear.  I walked over and closed the door to my bedroom and
jumped into bed with Michael.  We cuddled and kissed for nearly 45 minutes.
I think we both wanted it to last.  It was obvious that we both had
erections.

   For almost an hour we hugged, kissed, talked, laughed, and touched,
however, I didn't get into his pants yet.  Before we got started, I decided
to clarify something that was on my mind.  "Michael," I started.  "Yeah,"
he responded as he turned to face me.  "As I said yesterday, I don't want
to pressure you into doing anything you're not comfortable with, but I'm
curious.  Why don't you want me to give you a blowjob?  He shrugged his
shoulders, and said, "I don't know.  It just seems weird." He paused and
continued looking down.  "I'll do it if you make me." "No!" I responded
sternly.  "Not until you're ready.  I have a number of things I would like
for us to do, but we can wait until you're ready," I said.  He responded,
"I like it when you touch me and play with my thingie, and if you want I
will play with your thingie, but that's all I wanna do." "Sure," I
responded with a smile.  I was glad to hear that he was willing to touch me
this time.  I didn't understand his apprehension, but that wasn't important
right now.

   I kissed him again, but this time my tongue explored his mouth.  I could
feel his teeth and tongue.  He returned the favor with passion.  As we
continued, I began to rub the small bulge in his underpants.  I could feel
his erection.  He began to breath heavily as I continued.  I lay on my back
and pulled him on top of me.  We continued to kiss as I rubbed his
shoulders and back making my way down to his bottom.  Once I reached the
elastic waistband of his underwear, I thrust my hand into his underwear to
properly caress his boyish butt.  He lay on my chest enjoying all that I
had to offer.

   I rolled him over onto the bed and told him to lie on his stomach.  I
moved down toward his legs and slowly pulled his underwear off, exposing
his beautiful butt.  I felt confident that one day I would part his cheeks
to receive my probing tongue.  I felt sure he would love it if only he
would give it a try.  Again, I was not about to apply pressure and force to
get what I want.  I knew this would destroy our relationship.  I sat on my
knees between his parted legs and ran both hands up and down his body.  I
would start by running my hands through his hair to his neck and back.  I
would stop to provide extra attention to his butt and crack before moving
down his legs to his feet.  I quickly removed my own underwear and laid my
body over his.  I laid my rock hard penis into his tight crack.  He jumped
and turned his head to look.  "Don't worry," I said.  "I'm not going to do
anything".  I began to slowly rub my cradled penis up and down his crack
careful not to allow my penis to penetrate is anus.  I closed my eyes and
dreamed of the day when his pink anus would receive my penis and accept my
warm load into his bowels.  I pumped a few more times and then lifted off
of him, and turned him on his back.  I repeated the procedure by rubbing my
penis against his.  He closed his eyes and squirmed his hips to accommodate
my fake thrust.

   As I lifted off of him and laid beside him he surprised me as he went to
work.  He instructed me "Lay on your back." I was obedient as his hands
went to work.  I could feel my dick throbbing as his small hands moved up
and down my 5-inch shaft.  As he was jerking me, I returned the favor.  I
could tell that I was getting close to shooting my sperm.  I reached over
to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lotion.  I explained to Michael
why I used lotion and told him that I wanted him to make me cum.  He seemed
ready and willing.  I asked him to hold out his right hand as I filled it
with a good squirt of lotion.  "Now rub it all over my penis," I said.  He
began to spread the lotion on every inch.  "Now rub it gently on my balls,"
I instructed.  As my pupil diligently carried out his duties, I duplicated
the same exact movements on his penis.  This will help him to understand
what it feels like to me and over time will make him a better sex partner.
I was excited by the fact that I am raising my own sex partner.  I will
teach him exactly how to satisfy my sexual appetite while helping him
discover his own body.

   I continued rubbing his small penis with lotion, and as I reached to
massage his balls I would take my lotion covered hand and run a couple of
finger into his crack until I reached his anus.  He arched his back and
separated his knees to receive my probing fingers.  I instructed Michael to
lie on his stomach so that I could do the job better.  He quickly flipped
over.  I reached for more lotion and went back to work on his butt.  I ran
my greased fingers the full length of his crack.  He would jerk every time
I touched his anus.  I started running my fingers in a circle around his
hole.  I was almost more than he could bear.  He wiggled all over the
place. "Get on you hands and knees, like a dog", I instructed.  I complied
silently.  I continued rubbing his anus.  The focus on his anus caused him
to abandon his work on me, but that would be ok for the time being.  I
gently inserted the tip of my index finger into his anus.  As I did he
moaned and moved his butt toward my hand as if wanting deeper penetration.
I inserted my finger a little farther and his reaction was accordingly.  He
began to rock forwards and backwards to receive my finger.  As I inserted
my index finger all the way into his anus he raised his head and gave out a
loud moan.  I pumped it in and out.  I could see his waste on my finger,
but it was worth it.  He was not old enough to have an orgasm, but it
looked like his young body of only 10 years was trying has hard as it
could. I was glad to see him respond so well as I work his anus with my
finger.  He began to calm down again after his body gave up on the orgasm
that he wasn't ready to produce.

   I lay back as he started to work on me again.  He gripped my shaft after
getting more lotion and began to pump.  I had to help him learn how to grip
my penis properly and help him understand how to pump in a rhythm.  After a
few attempts, he began to get the hang of it.  It was only a couple of
minutes until I felt the throbbing feeling in my penis.  I yelled out, "I'm
going to cum!".  He immediately placed his face near the tip of my penis
and stared to pump faster.  I shot a load directly into his mouth because
he had his mouth open from breathing heavily.  Even though he was prepared
for it, my load took him by surprise.  He licked the sperm off his lips as
he continued to pump me.  I shot a couple more loads onto my belly.

   Again we cleaned up and lie in bed holding each other's nude body.  He
asked when he would be able to shoot sperm like I did.  I told him it could
be happen any day or possibly take years.  I explained that I was 14 when I
had my first orgasm.  "I can't wait", he said.  "Neither can I", I added.

   We repeated this routine almost every day for nearly a year.  Michael
would allow touching, rubbing, and mutual masturbation.  His favorite was
when I penetrated his anus with my fingers.  I eventually was able to
insert three fingers.  Anymore and I was afraid I would damage his rectum.
He insisted that neither of us could use our tongue or mouth on anything
except each other's mouth.  He would not allow any form of oral sex.

   Everyday, Michael would run to my house after school, and we would spend
the afternoon in bed.  Afterwards, I would make sure his homework was done
and help him catch up in school.  Most days I would feed him dinner before
sending him home.  This was the worst part of my day.  It broke my heart to
send him home to a mother that was more interested in keeping her "live in"
boyfriend happy than taking care of her boys.  I dreamed of having him all
to myself.  Just as he had fantasies of me as his father, I fantasized of
having him as my son.

   Michael became my sole source for sex, affection, and intimacy.  I had
stopped dating girls all together.  Since my teenage years, I dated girls
to hold up the image and attempted to normalize myself.  It never worked.
Although I was interested in women socially, they didn't turn me on.  This
was frustrating for me.  My first experience with a girl was when I was
nineteen.  She couldn't understand why I never made a pass at her.  We
kissed and petted, but I never moved any farther.  Finally she took the
initiative, but I couldn't stay hard.  I didn't understand it for years. 
My unsuccessful attempts to maintain a normal sexual relationship gave way
to the reality that I was attracted to young boys.  Now it didn't matter,
Michael was my sexual partner.  As far as I could tell, we would have many
more years together.



