I
was sucking and slobbing on that thing forever before he finally woke up. Got
between his legs and pulled his boxers down then. He’s looking at me, half
sleep (except for that one part, lol!) and he lets me take them off.By Chris Carr
Copyright © 04/14/2006
Greg,
Well, he’s living with me now. I know, I know, get over it, lol. Just to catch you up, he left again, after that last time. I didn’t hear from him for some time. I was so pissed, I decided to ‘move on’. Bought me a new computer and was preparing to enjoy myself.
Then he calls. "Hey," He says. I can’t believe it and I’m trying to suppress my surprise with indifference. "I was just wondering… would you like some company?"
He says this in that monotone manner of his so that it almost sounds like a statement, not a question. Yeah, yeah, call me weak, whatever, but I said ok.
Ok, I know you’re dying to know and yes, we got busy. Damn, I got it bad for this boy. That night, we slept together and I just took it out while he was sleep. Nigga, I’ve got a whole bunch to tell you about what happens when he’s sleep but I’ll have to put that in the next letter. (hehe)
I
was sucking and slobbing on that thing forever before he finally woke up. Got
between his legs and pulled his boxers down then. He’s looking at me, half
sleep (except for that one part, lol!) and he lets me take them off.
Just licked up and down that totem pole, got it wet then I took it in my mouth...
Not long after that, he called me and he says, "can I bring a few things over?" I still don’t know the full story but, it seems he got into an argument with his "people". Everybody’s his "people" so I don’t know who these relatives were. The next thing I knew, he was moving in. Or rather, his "cousin" was bringing his stuff with her lady. I know, drama!
He didn’t come home until late that evening and well… suffice it to say he’s staying here now. Man, we’ve had all kinds of confrontations and since then, I’ve packed his stuff for him to get out, two times. It always gets real serious whenever we get to that point. On one occasion he told me he wasn’t leaving and that if I wanted him out, I’d have to call the police. And trust, it’s always after a lot of turbulent arguing.
We’re much better now and he’s made great progress. He now has his own money, and he’s looking for an apartment.
But that’s not why I’m writing you, man. Yeah, I probably made an emotional decision, letting him move in and yes, we’ve had several confrontations but somehow, we’re making it work.
No man, I’m writing you because some interesting things have been happening. This boy never fails to surprise me. He dances, he cooks, he likes soap operas and he makes friends with just about everybody. My next door neighbors love him and he’ll holler over the fence at my thuggish neighbor across the way on the occasion.
But it’s the boys around the hood he’s started hooking up with. And I mean boys. The first one was this cute assed Latino boy that stays across the street from our building.
One day, we were heading to the local Jack In The Box when he walks across the street and chats it up with this boy. I’ve been watching this boy for years and wishing, he’s so cute. He’s got this cute, puppy dog face, short hair, smooth, olive brown complexioned skin.
I
pulled the car out from our stall and I look up in the rear view mirror and
LaVelle is walking across the street with that boy.
"Hey," The boy says and he hops in the back seat.
"You mind?" LaVelle says. Duh???!!!
Later I found out the boy goes by the street name Infant. Greg, I have no doubt you’d find this boy too sexy. He’s got this little air about him that’s a mixture between childhood innocence and street bravado. Sort of like a baby gansta, trying to find his way.
LaVelle tells me Infant talked to him first. Every time he’d go out the building, the boy would call him over to chit chat. LaVelle played it off when I said he could have that but I know he was thinking about it because he started spending more time with him.
At first it was outside, then he started bringing him inside to play with my PS2. Man, a PS2 is like a boy magnet. I keep telling you, you’ve got to get one!
Hey, it was the PS2 that got that boy from across the way. You know, the little cute one that lives in the house next to my building? Omigod, I was almost a nervous wreck, the day he came over.
Greg, I’ve watched this boy grow up for the last ten
years. I’ve seen him go from a scrawny, pesky boy into this cutey that’s
just starting puberty and wished. Wished I could see his little body… wish I
could see what his dick 
looks
like and… see him cum! But I’ll get back to that.
So, first Infant started coming over, hanging out, then Li’l T comes over. You know, Li’l T never speaks to me so when he came inside, he gave me this reluctant nod as he and LaVelle go to the PS2. Between he and Infant, it was like I was running a day camp, no lie! They came over all the time, playing games, eating food and drinking sodas.
I know LaVelle smokes weed all the time and although I’ve never seen him give it to them, I still wonder if he’s letting them sneak some hits, here and there. Thing is, they were all getting real close and I said nothing, just watched.
I left LaVelle home one day while I ran some errands. He’s proven himself trustworthy so don’t stress. LaVelle’s never taken anything or broken anything. Anyway, I guess I came back sooner than he expected because he wasn’t in the front room, listening to music, as usual. The stereo was on but he wasn’t there.
Immediately, I suspected something and so I quietly approached my room. The door was ajar and I noticed movement inside. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.
Both of them naked from the waist down, LaVelle and Infant were on my bed in a sixty-nine position! LaVelle had Infant’s hard boy tool down his throat and Infant’s mouth was busy working the head of LaVelle’s dick. (I told you that boy has a big dick, lol!)
Greg, my mouth dropped open so wide, you could’ve flown a 747 inside....
They were so lost in what they were doing, they never heard me. I stood in that door, stroking my dick, shaking my head at my dumb luck. LaVelle had all of that boy’s dick down his throat. When he’d pull back, it was so hard, it looked like it might blow any minute.
LaVelle’s
dick was hard as a bat too. Infant was slobbing on the head, working his small
mouth around it, getting it all wet. I don’t know how long they’d been at it
but, in record time, Infant started squirming around, his eyes squeezing shut.
I watched as he writhed about, planting his dick inside LaVelle’s hot mouth. At one point it sounded like he let out a smothered whimper. His eyes were still squeezed tight and he was struggling to stay on LaVelle’s dick. His toes wiggled around in his socks and I saw LaVelle’s throat muscles working. He was swallowing that boy’s cum, right before my very eyes!
Both boys kept hanging around so much, I was always hot. God, they’re so fucking cute! I like the way their little voices crack and squeak. And Infant’s little laugh is so cute, it makes me warm all over.
Days passed without incident and I wondered if anything would ever happen again. Then, one day, Li’l T, that cute boy from next door came over. I couldn’t believe it when I heard them heading for the play room. Usually, Li’l T’s folks keep a tight noose on him and he hardly goes anywhere.
Anyway, they’re in that second room I use as a guest room/play room, playing on the PS2 until late that night. I laid on my bed, my TV playing low, straining to hear anything. Then it got quiet. My ears perked up so I crept to the door and peeked. LaVelle was subtly rubbing between Li’l T’s legs, his eyes still on the TV. I ducked back, silently watching, my dick bounding in my pants again. This shit was hotter than July in the Arizona desert!!
Both of them squeezed together on the futon, Li’l T said nothing as LaVelle rubbed the sensitive area inside his thighs. A bulge sprouted in his shorts but he stared at the TV, trying to play it off. He was doing a poor job though, his controller lagging in his hand as the game ran unattended.
Staring into space all of his attention was focused on the sensations LaVelle’s hand provoked. I stood quietly, getting off on the way he passively spread his legs when LaVelle moved them, exposing his smooth thighs. His dick was practically doing flip-flops in his shorts, leaping up and flexing.
Reaching his hand inside the leg of his shorts, LaVelle’s hand disappeared inside. Man, I was reeling, watching the way that boy squirmed and shook.
LaVelle played him like a fiddle, his hand roaming around inside his shorts, then, his hands moving quickly, he opened Li’l T’s shorts. The boy’s dick shot up from his boxers like a rocket. I stared, transfixed.
Praying they wouldn’t see me, I trembled as LaVelle stroked his hand up Li’l T’s hard missile. Nervous, his eyes darted toward the door. I ducked back, holding my breath but nothing happened.
"What?" I heard LaVelle say. "Naw, he’s probably sleepin’. It’s all good," He soothed and then all was silent.
Holding
back until I couldn’t wait any more, I finally peeked around the door. His
eyes locked on his brick hard boy tool, Li’l T sat silent, his boxers and
shorts laid open now. Stroking him expertly, LaVelle played him on the edge a
few minutes. Stopping, he opened his pants and extracted his wickedly hard man
tool. Li’l T’s eyes widened, a surprised look of wonder spreading across his
face. Staring at LaVelle’s protrusion, he looked like a hungry tiger, eyeing
his prey. As soon LaVelle started stroking his dick again, his attention
returned to his tender shoot.
Damn Greg, it was my dream cum true! This boy I’ve drooled over for years was in my house, seconds from what I’d wanted to see for years. Man, this little brown cutey looked so hot, my only regret was it wasn’t my hand stroking him.
You should’ve seen it. Li’l T’s writhing and shaking and his dick is sticking straight up, hard as a fence post. The head’s all shiny and wet with he’s leaking juices and his smooth balls are pulled so tight, they were almost non-existent. His hips gyrating, they kept rotating upward, pushing his dick into LaVelle’s hand. Ma’ boy must be good because it didn’t take long....
LaVelle seemed taken with both boys but it became obvious he was really into Infant. He’s got a thing for Latinos. The two were almost inseparable. Infant came over all the time, often staying through dinner. He was really cool, always giggling like a typical boy.
Then he spent the night.
He’d been over the entire evening, staying way past dinner. When it got dark outside, I felt a twinge of excitement but said nothing. Around 11:00 LaVelle came in the room. Plopping on the bed with me he whispered, "I’ma sleep in there."
I understood. He didn’t want to raise suspicion. While I contemplated why this boy could spend the night and not have to ask his mother, in the back of my mind I couldn’t stop thinking about the opportunity this was setting up.
He left me, closing the door and I heard him getting blankets from the hall closet. The TV played way into the night while I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. No way I could sleep with both of them in there.
Sometime after midnight, I crept to the door. Opening it, I peered into the darkness. Shadows danced on the walls, the TV casting its glow about the room. Center the futon, I saw a pair of bodies beneath the blanket. Two pair of feet poked out from the bottom, the almond colored pair’s toes wiggling. LaVelle was up to his tricks again.
Standing in the hall, I looked around the door, mesmerized. To look at this boy you wouldn’t think he’d ever do something with another boy. But I guess that’s LaVelle, the boy has this uncanny sway over people.
The covers fell back and I saw LaVelle’s hand moving beneath Infant’s boxers. Apparently that was all he had on, his chest bare as well as his feet. Or maybe LaVelle had got him out of all his clothes. Whatever the case, it gave me an excellent opportunity to see Infant all but naked.
His boyish chest rising and falling, he seemed to be staring at the ceiling. His hands lingering just above his shoulders, he looked like he was about to do ‘head, shoulders, knees and toes’. You know, the exercise where you touch your shoulders, then your knees then your toes?
LaVelle knocked the covers back more and his gaze followed the line of Infant’s adolescent form down to his groin. His hand still moving under Infant’s boxers, I watched as the teen’s toes wiggled and bent low. What that must feel like, I thought.
Pulling his boxers back, LaVelle ducked to his midsection, kissing him on the navel. His mouth trailing further down, he followed the hairless track of the boy’s belly until it met the sprout of hair encircling his erect tool. Dancing and bobbling wickedly, it dribbled clearness down the bottom of his upright shaft. Oh man, it took all I had not to drench the wall when I saw that.
Slowly stroking my shit, I watched as LaVelle hovered over Infant’s dick, then he spied me, peeping through the door. With a wink, he descended, swallowing Infant’s dick to the root. At first I was envious but that shit was so hot, I soon got over it. Hissing loudly, Infant raised his hips high, his toes curling. I thought he’d blow, any second but he didn’t.
LaVelle worked his talented mouth up and down the writhing boy’s dick, eliciting tiny whimpers and tremors. Looking up at me again, he pulled up to the head then stuck his tongue out and swabbed it around the flared ridge of Infant’s dick.
Trembling, the boy exhaled an excited sigh. His hands opening and closing, they still hovered near his shoulders. His chest rose and fell, lurching when LaVelle flicked that sensitive area beneath his pee hole. Then LaVelle dipped between his legs and swabbed his balls.
Infant almost leapt on the floor. Gasping, his hands shot toward his groin but stopped just shy his pubic hair. Licking and sucking, LaVelle painted Infant’s little balls until they glistened. All the while he was working between the boy’s legs. No, I thought… he couldn’t.
Diving below Infant’s balls LaVelle swiped his tongue up the boy’s hairless valley. His hips raising clear off the futon, Infant hissed like a scald victim. LaVelle pushed him back down, then raised his legs. Parting them, he bent low, presenting his pert bottom to me.
I couldn’t see what he was doing but it nearly sent Infant into hysterics. His legs wavered and trembled, midair, while his toes wiggled and flexed like an electric shock patient. Clenching the sheets with his fists, he stared at the ceiling.
His head bobbing back and forth, up and down, LaVelle munched happily on the boy’s tight hole. It was a side of him I’d never seen. Infant writhed and shook, pushing against the bed until his chest bowed above the mattress. His head whipping from side to side, he gasped and hissed.
Then LaVelle reached under the futon and pulled my bottle of lube....