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   Throw Away Kid

   Chapter 1 A First Time for Everyone

   I checked my watch every ten minutes or so for the better part of the
last hour.  Finally it was 3:15 in the afternoon.  I looked out the window
of my upstairs office expecting to see the much awaited yellow school bus
that would deliver my young friend.  He melted my heart every time I looked
into his eyes.

   Michael lives in my neighborhood with his mother and 5 year old brother,
Dylan.  He seldom ever has any contact with his father, and when he does it
is usually a bad idea.  Michael tells the stories of abuse and neglect as
well as a 10 year old can.  To add even more pain to his short life, his
mother isn't exactly a candidate for "Mother of the Year".

   She seems to be an adequate parent when her life consists solely of
herself and her two boys, but she has recently become distracted by yet
another boyfriend.  The pattern has played itself out a half dozen times in
the almost two years since I have known Michael.  When she has a man in her
life, her new "man" becomes the object of her affection and attention.  It
is during these times the boys are left outside to play during the time of
day that the other kids have already been gathered up for bath and then
bedtime by their parents.  Sometimes the kids go without dinner.  From what
I can tell, homework isn't reviewed, the clothes are cleaned less often,
and both boys receive little time or attention when the token boyfriend is
around.

   This time it seems worst than before.  The new boyfriend, Carl, seems to
harbor an unnecessary regard for the boys.  More so for Michael than Dylan.
I think it is because Michael is old enough to realize the truth about
their relationship.  Michael's mom seems to be an easy target for providing
food, shelter, and beer money for a man that has no ambition to work on a
regular basis.  Since he moved in three weeks ago, she also provides him
with a convenient source of sex.  Michael is well aware that this boyfriend
like the others before him are looking for a regular lay.  He and Dylan are
not allowed in the house when "Uncle Carl" gets the afternoon itch, which
usually happens as soon as their mom gets home from work.  While most moms
are cooking dinner for their kids, Michael and Dylan's mom is serving up
the house specialty for "Uncle Carl" as her own children wait for the usual
PBJ sandwich.

   Just then I noticed the sound of the school bus.  I looked up from my
desk through the window to see Michael getting off the bus with a few of
the other neighborhood kids.  Dylan was a few steps behind his brother. 
Despite the many needs Michael lacked, he took good care of his younger
brother.  He is probably the most consistent care giver his brother has
known.

   As usual, Michael and his brother, headed home to drop their book bags
and maybe score an after school snack, assuming their mom decided to buy
groceries in the last week or two.  Carl is usually at a nearby bar with
his buddies this time of day, so Michael carries a key to their townhouse.
I began to get a little excited, because I knew that Michael would be
headed back down to my townhouse within minutes.

   I became close to Michael soon after moving into the neighborhood. 
Having graduated college and moving to the metropolitan area, I lived
alone, away from my family.  Being the oldest of three boys, the role of
"big brother" comes natural to me.  I primarily work out of an office in my
home as a computer programmer, and am somewhat of a loner.  My flexible
schedule allows me to spend the afternoons in the yard playing ball with
the neighborhood kids after school.  They seem to enjoy the attention from
an adult that acts more like one of them rather than their parents.

   I have known for years that I was attracted to younger boys.  Of course
I have resisted the urges to act upon my desires in the past, but something
was different when I met Michael.  I seemed to be drawn to him.  I found
him to be attractive.  He fits the typical description for the kind of boy
I find gaining my attention in public places.  I think it is because he
reminds me of myself as a young boy.  He is a little small for his age,
straight dirty blond hair with a bowl hair cut.  His eyes are hazel to
contrast his naturally tan completion.  He is athletic, but lacks the skill
and confidence to be a jock.  His underdog, unwanted demeanor was part of
the allure.  I realized, as I got to know him, that this was a boy that
needed attention, tenderness, and care from an older male.  I think he
quickly noticed that I too was different than the other adults in his life.

   The afternoons of playing ball with the neighborhood kids gave way to my
visits with Michael.  As we became goods friends, it was apparent that he
was starved for a male attention.  He spent every available opportunity at
my townhouse.  He often wanted to play ball, listen to my music, or just
talk.  It doesn't seem to matter what we do as long as we are together. 
Our time is increased when his mother is involved with a man.  I hate it
that he doesn't receive the attention he needs from his mother, but I like
the additional time we have together.

   I have an erection almost the entire time we are alone together.  By the
time he leaves for home, my underwear is soaked with precum.  I have been
afraid to initiate a physical relationship to match the deeply emotional
relationship that we have built over the last year or so.  However, this
has begun to change over the last couple of weeks.  We have been together
more often because his mom's boyfriend doesn't seem to want him around. 
Sensing my reservation to act physically, Michael has taken the first step.
While we sit talking, as we often do, he has started going out of his way
to sit close to me, always making contact with me.  I was a little
surprised on a recent trip to the local mall, that he casually took my
hand. It seems we are always holding hands now except when in the watchful
view of nosey neighbors.  I know people must question our relationship
because we are together so often.  I expected his mother to step in by now
and limit our time together, but I think she is grateful to have someone
keeping him out of her hair, and more importantly, Carl's hair.

   When Michael must leave to return home, he stalls as long as possible.
Recently he started giving me a hug when leaving as well as when he
arrives. As much as I have wanted to touch Michael in a loving manner over
the last few months, I have waited until he feels comfortable having a
physical relationship.  We often will play wrestling or tickle games with
each other.  These are just playful means for us to test the boundaries by
getting close and touching in a non-threatening manner.  He is very
ticklish especially on his inner thighs just below his groin.  We both
enjoy our tickle battles, and seem to engage in this game more frequently.
When he must leave, I can hardly wait to masturbate.  While we are
together, I feel as though I am going to explode.

   I have moved our wrestling and tickle battles to my bedroom.  When it
starts, he now automatically runs to my bed with me chasing him.  We
continue our games for a half hour or so and then exhausted, we just lay
there holding each other.  Sometimes for hours just embracing each other
and talking about his deepest secrets and needs.  We talk a lot about his
past abuse and neglect, his father, his frustration with his mom, and his
devotion to his brother.  He feels very comfortable discussing his feelings
and often expresses his desire for me to be his father.  I also fantasize
that he could be my son.  In fact we have developed an unspoken father/son
bond and regard each other with this level of respect.

   A few days ago, we were on my bed wrestling.  I had allowed him to pin
me down on my back.  He was straddled over me wearing very loose shorts and
briefs (underwear) that were also too big.  As a result, I could see his
beautiful smooth hairless crotch for the first time.  Because of the
shadows, I could not see as clearly as I would have liked, but he must have
noticed that I was looking at his "privates" with great interest.  It was
as though I had communicated my desires as we stood perfectly still, my
eyes moving back and forth from his crotch to his face.  Nothing was said.
We stayed in my bed holding each other until time for him to go home.  As
usual, I masturbated as I watched him walk up the street to his townhouse.

   The next day we were in my living room.  I was busy with something as
Michael and a neighborhood friend of his were on the sofa talking.  Their
conversation quickly caught my attention as I overheard them talking about
erections.  The other boy, Travis that lived in the building next to me,
was about two years younger than Michael at the ripe age of eight.  He was
telling Michael that his penis sometimes gets hard and grows, and he asked
if Michael experiences the same.  Michael seemed a little uncomfortable
discussing it with him, and I casually entered the conversation careful not
to embarrass the boys.  I explained that it was called an erection and was
perfectly normal for them to experience.  Our Sex Ed conversation continued
for about 10 minutes more.

   After Travis went home, Michael and I continued our sexual discussion. I
went on to explain puberty and the changes that occur in a boy's body.  His
eyes and ears were wide opened and I responded to a steady stream of
questions that would hopefully clear up the legends and lies created from
preadolescent boys talking about a subject they know little about. 
Michael, like most boys his age, was very interested in learning more, and
unlike his discussion with Travis, he seemed very comfortable talking about
this with me.  When I explained the process of masturbation, he responded
with looks and remarks of disgust.  I quickly explained the beauty of
masturbation and expressed the tremendous feelings that were part of the
experience.  "Do you masturbate?" he asked.  I paused for a moment and gave
him an honest answer, "Yes I do.  In fact I do it at least once everyday."
I could tell that he probably had an erection as we talked.  "Do you have
an erection now?" I asked.  He nodded his head yes.  "How does it make you
feel?" I continued.  He looked me in the eye and responded, "I like it. 
Sometimes in bed at night I touch myself when my thingie is hard".  "Does
it feel better when you touch your thingie?" I asked.  He continued staring
into my eyes and responded by shaking he head yes, as he ran his hand down
the front of his blue jeans.  By this time my heart was racing and my
breathing became more deliberate.

   I decided that it was now or never.  I would risk it all, but I believed
we were both ready for this new experience.  "Do you want me to help you
feel good?" I asked.  He looked at me with a confused look on his face and
said, "What do you mean?" I realized that since he has never had a father
around, he probably has very limited knowledge of his own body.  I
swallowed hard and said, "I can help you make your thingie feel better, but
only if you want".  "I do!" he barked back enthusiastically.  I reached out
my hand.  He removed his right had from his pants and took my hand as I
lead him upstairs to my bedroom.

   The room that was reserved for our playful games and cuddling would take
on a new meaning.  I sat on the edge of the bed, with Michael standing face
to face with me.  I said to him, "I don't want you to do anything that
makes you feel uncomfortable, do you understand?" He replied, "Yes Sir." I
had taught him to respond to me with the same respect I would require from
my own son if I had one.  He never complained and seemed to enjoy the
father/son pretending we did.  "You can ask me to stop at anytime you
wish," I explained as I looked directly into his beautiful face only inches
from mine.  "Okay," he said.  I continued, "I want you to know that I love
you very much, and if I didn't think of you as my own son, I wouldn't do
this." "I love you too," he said as he looked sheepishly into my face
anticipating the unknown that was ahead of him.  I knew that it was the
love and trust we had developed over the last few months that made this
possible.  I wasn't afraid that he would tell anyone else at all.  I
trusted him as much as he trusted me.

   While continuing to look into his eyes, I reached for the bottom of his
shirt and slowly pulled it up.  He never wore his shirts tucked into his
pants so this was effortless.  He raised both arms up, just as if his mom
were undressing him.  He knew the drill so far.  I pulled the royal blue
T-shirt over his head as he lowered his arms.  As we approached the end of
May, his smooth chest was already tanned because he would often run around
without a shirt in the warm spring air.  I had seen his chest many times
before, but today it was different.  Today, his body was mine.  He had
already taken his tennis shoes off downstairs as he usually does.  He
reached out to hold my shoulders to steady himself as I reached to remove
his dirty white socks.

   As I reached for the snap on his jeans, I looked him in the eye and
asked "Are you okay?" He shook his head yes.  I unsnapped his pants and
gently took the zipper and slowly pulled it down.  I could now see his
"whitie tighties" as the boys his age referred to their white brief
underpants.  He was speechless as I noticed he was breathing heavier than
before.  His eyes traced the movements of my hands as I very slowly lowered
his pants, as he stood straight like a little soldier boy.  His arms once
again reaching for my shoulders has he stepped out of his pants.

   I sat admiring his perfectly shaped boyish body, as he stood between my
legs in his underwear.  As I stood, he took a step back.  I removed my
shoes and then the socks.  I loosened my belt and pulled it from the belt
loops on my pants.  Next, pulling my knit golf shirt over my head and
dropping it to the floor with Michael's clothing.  I unhooked my khaki
pants and pulled down the zipper.  He watched my every move as a pulled my
pants down and stepped out of them.

   I sat back down on the bed, now only wearing my white underwear.  Like
Michael, I too wore briefs.  I liked how it revealed the contents lurking
below when I looked in the mirror, but I liked seeing Michael's package
even better.  I have always enjoyed seeing young boys in their underwear. I
often dreamt that one day I would have 2 or 3 boys of my own running around
the house almost always in their underwear or nude.  Kind of like a
required dress code after bath time.  Until then I had Michael, at least
for this moment.  I was impressed that even though he was very quiet and
seemed subdued, he kept his hands either on my knees as I sat in front of
him or he kept them to his side.  He never made any attempt to cover his
penis.

   Taking Michael by the hands, I slowly pulled him to me.  I looked into
his eyes as I took my hands and caressed his hair by brushing it back over
his ears.  Gently holding his head with my hands, I approached his lips
with mine.  He seemed ready for me to kiss him.  Lightly licking my lips, I
gently placed my lips at an angle over his.  I was well aware that this was
likely his first passionate kiss.  It lasted for about a minute as he
slowly embraced me with his arms.  I pulled slowly from his lips looking at
his and then into his eyes.  It was as if he were in a trance.  I was
honored that I would be burned into his memory with his first real kiss.  I
continued to kiss him like this for about 5 minutes as I rubbed his back
and ran my right hand over his tight bottom.  I could hardly wait to remove
his underwear that kept my hand from his smooth butt.  I could tell that he
was enjoying every second of this moment.  We were both memorizing every
detail.

   With his chest now pressed against mine, I slowly moved him back one
step.  Placing my hands on each side of his hip, I slipped a couple of
fingers into the waistband of his underpants and began to move them around
the edge as if to prepare them to be removed.  I decided that I would
completely undress him as he stood in front of me and then move him to my
bed.  Wanting to start with his butt, I gently turned him so that his back
faced me.  Gripping his waistband, I began to drop his underwear very
slowly.  I waited an eternity for this day to arrive and I was determined
to savor it like drinking a gourmet coffee.  I could now see the top of his
crack.  I continued until his underpants were pulled down in the back.  His
smooth 10-year-old butt was mine for the moment.  I decided not to touch
just yet.

   Turning him around to face me once again, my eyes never left his hip. 
His underwear had dropped a little, but still covered his little soldier
that was still standing at perfect attention.  As I reached for his
underwear, I looked back into his face.  Still in a trance like state, our
eyes met.  He was very calm and followed my every direction without
question.  It was as if he were putty in the hands of the potter.  I had to
raise his underpants slightly to pull it over his penis, and began to
slowly lower them until finally his "thingie" as he referred to was it
plainly visible.  I cut my eyes up to notice that his head was tilted down
also as he viewed his own beauty.  He then raised he head and our eyes met.
Not a word was said, but it was as if he was asking "Now what?"

   I stood there just looking at his body.  His penis was erected to about
3 inches.  His balls were held tight below.  He was uncircumcised, like
myself.  Even though, I got a glimpse up his pants once before, I was
unable to see any details.  I have been speculating about his size and
shape ever since.  It was more beautiful than I could have imagined.  My
heart was racing, and from the look of his breathing, I think his was as
well.  His underpants still gathered just below his penis, I leaned forward
to slide them down his legs.  As he placed his hands on my shoulders and
stepped out of the white briefs, my mouth became only a couple of inches
from his prize.  I wanted to take it in my mouth more than anything, but I
knew I had to work up to that.  Perhaps I would within the next few
minutes.

   As I sat staring at his completely nude body, I felt warmth deep within
my soul.  I truly loved this boy, and wanted to express my love in a very
tender manner.  At first I didn't touch, I simply admired this wonderful
gift that was offered by my little friend.  As the evening sun produced a
golden glow over his body, he stood, hands to his side, and continued to
look me in the eyes.  We were certainly joining our souls together forever.

   I began to gently rub my hands over his shoulders, neck and chest.  I
circled his small nipples with my fingers and continued rubbing his back. I
pulled him closer with my left hand on his waist as I ran my right hand
down his back and over his butt.  I circled his butt a couple of times,
reaching down to caress his legs where they join his body.  Taking my right
index and middle fingers, I slowly moved from his legs and up his crack. 
He winced as I approached his anus area.  I could tell he enjoyed this even
though I had not parted his cheeks to really access his anus.  I continued
to work my right hand to his delight.  I turned him around so that he was
leaning his butt against my left thigh.  I reached over and kissed him
again holding my lips against his.  He was beginning to respond with his
own lips.  It was as if he was learning how to kiss me back.  As we
continued to kiss rather passionately I began to rub his stomach with my
right hand and then began to caress his groin area, being careful not to
touch his penis or testicles.  I gently stroked all around his hairless
crotch as we continued kissing.  He would jerk slightly when my hand came
close to his penis.  I wanted him to feel the painful anticipation.  I
pulled my lips away, keeping my face close enough to feel his breath.  I
asked, "Do you want me to touch your penis?" Shaking his head gently he
responded, "Yes Sir." I didn't require him to call me sir at the moment,
but I thought it sounded great.

   I granted his desire by beginning to rub at the base of his penis and
then the testicles.  I made my way to his shaft and moved my fingers up it
very slowly and very lightly.  We both watched as I moved my hand to the
tip of his penis.  The head was partially covered by foreskin revealing his
tender pink flesh with the small opening.  He continued jerking as I
lightly worked the skin back from his head and down the shaft.  I looked up
and took his lips in mine as I began to work my hand over all 3.5 inches of
his penis.  We continued to kiss as his body jerked and squirmed.  It was
impossible for him to remain still.

   I stood up backing him up to the bed and sitting him down.  His eyes
wide opened, he was waiting to see what was going to happen next.  I gently
leaned him back until he was lying on the bed with his legs over the side.
I sat on the bed to his right side.  Placing my left hand under his neck I
leaned down to continue kissing him while working his little shaft up and
down in a slow masturbating motion.  I could see a small amount of the
clear liquid as it began to seep from his tiny hole.  I took my finger and
worked it around the head of his penis to take advantage of his natural
lubricant.  He began to moan a little and I once again embraced his lips
with mine as if to drink up his ecstasy.  I could feel my erection pounding
away at my underwear that now had a rather large wet spot from the semen
that continued to leak out from the excitement.

   I wanted to take his penis into my mouth and taste his boyhood.  I
looked him in the face and said "I want to place my mouth on your thingie
and suck you.  Okay?" He got this worried look on his face and responded,
"please don't." I was disappointed, but I knew that if I forced myself on
him, I would jeopardize our trust.  I was not about to do that.  "Don't
worry, I won't.  Not until you're ready." As the words left my mouth his
body became more relaxed.  I wasn't sure what the problem was, but I was
going to respect his wishes.

   I knew I had to cum and it was going to have to be now.  While he
continued to lay on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging over the
side, I stood up as he watched me remove my underpants.  I could feel the
wet spot against my leg as I stepped out of them.  Michael raised up on his
elbows to get a good look.  His eyes were the size of quarters.  By most
standards, I didn't have a large penis.  It was about 5 inches long when
standing at attention, which it certainly was at the moment.  That didn't
matter to Michael.  To him it must have looked huge.  He continued to stare
as if he had never seen an adult male before.  Surely, he caught a glimpse
of at least one of mom's boyfriends as his mom was doing the dirty deed. 
The look on his face told me he did not.

   I wanted him to touch me, but I knew that if he did I would cum
immediately.  My penis had been rock hard for almost 40 minutes and I
needed relief NOW.  As I leaned over Michael's naked body to kiss him
again, I allowed my penis to touch his.  I could tell from his jerking
movements that he found it pleasurable.  I began to rub my penis back and
forth over his as if I were making love to him.  I would have liked nothing
more than to flip him over on his stomach and fill his anus with my love
potion, but I know he would never allow that if he weren't ready for a
blowjob.

   I could not take it anymore.  I stood up and grabbed his legs and pulled
him closer to the edge of the bed as I stood between his legs.  My penis
was covered with shiny liquid; I would not last long enough to need any
lotion.  I fondled his penis with my left hand as I began to masturbate
with my right.  His eyes were watching my every movement as they bounced
back and forth.  Watching me spank my monkey and then back to see the
ecstasy on my face.  I began to moan as I felt my load about to blow.  I
locked my eyes with his as I squirted cum all over his belly.  He blinked
as the next load landed in his face, but he didn't make any attempt to
avoid it.  Again I continued to cover him with my cream.  This was the
longest orgasm I could ever remember having.  I continued as I began to
drip sperm on his penis.

   I reached over his body scooping up his head with my sperm covered hand
to bring our lips together again.  As we kissed I could taste my own cum on
his lips.  I had shot a wad from the base of his nose and onto his lips.  I
enjoyed the taste of my own sperm mixed with his mouth.  I inserted my
tongue into his mouth without objection.  I'm sure he didn't know what to
think of it at first, but I knew he was a fast learner when I felt his
tongue return the favor.  We both licked the sperm from his lips as we
continued to kiss.

   Neither of us said a word as I got up and went to the bathroom for a
towel.  I returned and began to clean him up.  I had to use a washcloth to
clean the sperm from his body and mine.  I went back to the bathroom to
rinse the washcloth.  I had gotten sperm into his hair when I reached
behind him for a kiss.  I knew I could not send the boy home with the smell
of sperm all over him.  I made a mental note to buy some baby wipes to help
with clean up in the future.  I turned down the covers and we both crawled
into bed.  We just held each others naked body as we savored the moments we
just experienced.  Even though no words were spoken, we both knew that this
would become part of our new relationship.

   When Michael's brother, Dylan, began to pound at the door downstairs. 
We were both saddened that this had to end.  As Dylan continued to pound
and yell threats of telling his mom if Michael didn't come home, I quickly
helped him back into his clothes.  As I slipped him into his shirt, I used
my hand to straighten his dirty blond hair.  As he finished dressing by
pulling on his socks, I could not help but to wish he were mine and would
never have to leave me.  Just at that moment he jumped into my lap and gave
me the greatest hug ever.  He initiated the last kiss before jumping up to
leave.  Looking into my soul he said, "I love you." We hugged once again
and as he ran down the stairs and yelled "see ya tomorrow!"



