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** Man's perspective ** It must have been the couple of shots of my son I had over the last days, I felt so different already. Horny almost. A hornyness I hadn't felt in years. I felt like I always wanted more, whether it be pee or cum. I needed it. Was I turning into something else? My wife would never understand, I'm just glad she had been mostly out of the picture for the last 24 hours, having now gone off with a friend of hers shopping for the day.
Myself, I was almost giddy while waiting for James and Patrick to get back. I hadn't felt this way since I was a kid waiting for an ice cream van. James had gone over to Patrick's house as they usually did on the weekend, and would walk back. They would be back any minute, jabbering about God knows what. I had every intention of talking to Patrick about the magazine I had found that morning, and to hopefully get him to help with me with my little problem.
I could just see them in the distance. Patrick was slightly smaller than my son James, he was a Filipino boy, with just off white, almost caramel colored skin. He had an energy to him, like that of a young boy still, however he was the same age as James. They had met in elementary school, as they lived quite close to each other and would often bump into each other on their walk to school.
Patrick's family were quite deeply catholic, so they took a bit of time opening up to us. Both his parents were born overseas. Apart from his slightly off color skin, Patrick had barely an accent, having been born and raised here. Patrick was still a little different to most other boys. He was bouncy, where most boys his age were, without a better word, lazy. While other boys were withdrawing, many wearing long and baggy clothes, or hoodies, Patrick was quite comfortable still in just a t-shirt and short shorts.
Finding the magazine under James's bed this morning, it was quite a shock to me that Patrick would be jerking off. I mean, logically, of course he would do that, he is a young teen boy after all, but I just couldn't picture him in my mind doing something like that. He didn't show any signs of puberty yet, even with having black hair, there weren't any signs on his arms or legs, and he was still quite a bit shorter than his classmates. I had figured he was a late bloomer, but perhaps not.
Anyway, I must have been day dreaming, because next thing I knew, the front door opened, the silence broken by two friends excited talking to one another about some Xbox game they liked to play.
"Hello boys" I said, greeting them.
"Hey Dad" replied James, keeping his head down, remembering that I wanted to talk with his friend.
"Hey Dad!" Patrick echoed coyly. Did I mention he was a cheeky little devil when he wanted to be? I almost felt bad for being about to confront him.
"Now guys, before you go off and play your computer games, I wanted to have a word with you Patrick."
"Me? Oh, um okay, sure thing Mr B, what's up?" He was always so excited to come over to our place. His parents let him barely do anything other than school and come to our place. Coming here was like a special treat. He always called me Mr B too.
I could see James was a lot more nervous than his friend was, and stayed out of it, shuffling slightly, staying quiet. He knew what I was about to bring up.
"Let's go to James's room to talk, this will best done just between is. Right James?"
"Uh yeah. I'll just wait here." He glanced at Patrick momentarily then back at the floor.
Patrick shrugged and headed off to James room. He knew the way to go, he had been to our house many times before. He was just in a yellow tshirt and white shorts, which, as usual didn't leave much to the imagination. They barely covered a little more than his butt, leaving his arms and legs exposed. From this angle you could easily mistake him for a girl, being relatively short for his age and slender. His rump was pretty curvy in contrast to the rest of him, I had never noticed that about him before. We entered James bedroom, and I closed the door behind me.
"Is there something wrong Mr B?" Patrick asked turning to me. No nerves there just yet, but that would be about to change.
I got him to sit on James's bed, taking the spot next to him. I pulled the magazine out from between the mattress that I had found earlier.
"Would you like to explain to me about this?" I asked passing it to him.
"Oh um.....you found..?" Patrick stammered, trailing off.
"I sure did. James tells me it is yours?"
"Uh yeah..." he replied, starting to go very quiet.
I leafed through the pages, till I came to the picture I had found before. The big breasted lady which had the most dried... 'leavings' dried no the page.
"So, this page here, this is all you?"
Patrick now was withdrawn and still. The usually bubbly boy vanished, he clasped his hands between his legs, and had slumped, becoming withdrawn.
"I'm sorry Mr B. Please don't tell my parents."
I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. I had hugged him before, so he wasn't taken too aback by it.
"I won't tell them, so long as you are honest with me now. How long have you had this?"
"Like.. a week maybe?"
"Only a week? You mean to tell me this page, these bits here and here," I said pointing to the various dried cum stains "was all in one week?"
"Um..yeah..." he squirmed as I pointed right at his dry cum "I know it's bad Mr B. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it..."
Poor little guy I thought to myself. He had no internet at home, and his parents didn't let him do anything much other than school and hang out at our place on the weekend. This growing kid must have been bursting. I imagine he didn't have a whole lot of outlets for this kind of thing, probably desperate for some kind of release.
"You're only doing what is natural Patrick. You're growing up, and this is part of that. I am a little concerned though, you seem to be doing it quite a lot for a boy your age. Do your parents know anything about this?"
Yeah. I lied a bit. Any boy would have no problem jerking off this much. But I figured Patrick didn't know that.
"No, they don't know. They say doing stuff like this is a sin. Is it a sin Mr B?" He turned and looked at me for the first time we started talking. His big puppy dog eyes staring back at me.
"We don't really do things here the same way as your parents Patrick, but I do think I should check you out, I'm concerned there could be something wrong with how much you are doing it. To make sure there isn't anything wrong with you."
"Oh..you want to see my..um..thing?"
Trap set.
"If that is okay with you Patrick? I won't make you if it makes you uncomfortable. I can always just talk to your parents instead?"
Now for him to trigger the trap.
He looked back down to his feet, and squirmed.
"No um, don't tell them..but they teach us not to do stuff like this in school." he pondered.
Rather giving him a reply, I let him think it out in his head. The fear of his parents being told should be more than enough for him to come around. His school stranger danger teaching vs the horrifying thought of his parent's finding out about his activities.
"Mr B..I..alright.."
"You'll show me?"
"Yeah, okay..just..don't laugh at me or anything."
"I have no intention of embarrassing you Patrick"
With that he raised himself up slightly, then pushed his shorts and briefs to the floor.
Now, for a boy fairly small in stature, and my never having noticed any decernable bulge in his shorts in all the times he had been here, I wasn't expecting too much. That said, he was certainly on the right track. As his clothes dropped to his feet, and he kicked them off, I noticed he had a healthy batch of dark pubes above his dick. Clearly hairier than James which too me by surprise. There wasn't a trace of hair anywhere else, his legs were completely smooth somehow, only his crotch which clearly, he had been growing a thatch of hair down there for some time.
I scooted off of the bed and took a spot in front of him on the floor. He spread his legs slightly, letting me get a proper look at his whole boy package. I was still amazed there was no hair apart from on his groin, even his inner upper thighs were completely bald, just a slightly paler tone to the rest of him as you got nearer to his boyhood. His little penis would have been barely more than an inch long, nearly buried in his crotch like a little nest. It stuck straight out, uncut, coming to a point at the tip. His balls were a slightly darker shade of brown, looking like two large walnuts, just drooping down from bed level. They had some sparse black hairs sticking out here and there. They looked large and full compared to his little soft prick.
Taking him by the knees, I spread him more lewdly, really opening him up. Looking up at Patrick was covering his mouth with his first as I inspected him. I could under his balls now, between his legs was once again hairless, the little bridge leading underneath was still bald too.
"Does everything look okay Mr B?" Patrick asked, barely a whisper.
"Well..you're hairier that I expected Patrick, but that isn't a bad thing."
"But..is it normal? It's way smaller than the other boys at school I think."
"You look fine Patrick. You'll get bigger I am sure."
I wanted badly to touch him. But I needed to let him take the next step.
"Mr B..you're staring at me," clearly his exposure to me was now at a tipping point.
"Sorry, just making sure you're okay." I said, patting his leg.
"Oh..Mr B..did..um..you can suck me if you want.."
"What makes you think I would want to do that?"
"James said you did him this morning. He said you did it for helping him with something?"
Shit. How did he know that? Crap. I had told James to keep the pee thing a secret, but not the little treat afterwards!
"Oh, did he now? Do you want me to suck you, Patrick?"
"I dunno...um.." He casually scratched himself, causing his penis to bob slightly as he considered his options. He awkwardly shuffled a bit, as he considered his options. He definitely didn't want his parents to know what he had been up to with the porno, they'd probably never be let him outside again if they found out, and the thought of having someone suck him must have been compelling.
"Um yeah alright I guess so. He did say it felt really good." He replied, his cheeky grin finally returning.
I scooted up closer to him, my face now between his legs, facing his groin, he came forward a bit too, his butt just barely perched on the side of the bed. I looked at him up closely, clearly, he was anxious, fidgeting as I still stared at his dick. He was still soft, but I saw his little prick was starting to rise on its own, in anticipation of his very first blowjob. I opened my mouth and his little spike docked with my mouth.
"Ooohh.." Patrick purred, his little spike finding it's home inside my mouth. It took him no time at all to get hard, his skin stretching along his little sex tool. He definitely felt smaller than James, but it was a nice tasty little morsel. Patrick felt different in my mouth to James, there were differences. Patrick was firmer, jutting almost directly out. His little pubes bristled on my upper lip, whereas with James he was smooth.
I felt Patrick move off the edge of the bed. At first, I thought he might have been accidentally sliding off, but I quickly realised it was deliberate. We moved onto the floor, me on my back, his knees straddling my face. As he rested on his elbows. I grunted at the sudden more assertive sex partner, taking me by surprise. I quickly found myself getting a little claustrophobic with him on top of me, his little cock moving in and out, pistoning into my mouth. This kid was a horny little fuck.
In this position, he was in control of the speed, and I realised just how energetic he really was. I reached and grabbed around his perky boy buns, holding onto dear life as he fucked my mouth like a rabbit. I locked my lips around the base of his prick best I could, creating a seal, I wanted to make sure I got every bit of his cocks juicy offerings.
This little horn dog was really going at it. I could just breath through my nose and he banged away at my face. Patrick's pubes tickling my nose as I inhaled his sweet sweaty cock scent. He smelled different to James too. No Axe or deodorant, this was all Patrick. It smelled musky down there, sweaty. He smelled of pine, and caramel, and fresh leaves. I heard him grunting above me, moving faster and faster, desperate to cum. Desperate to unload in my mouth. I knew he was getting closer, as he had me by the ears, holding my head in place as he really went at it. He little squeaks and squeals becoming higher pitched. The more fervent he got, the tighter I held onto his generous round bum cheeks. His short urgent jabs into my mouth were becoming faster. thankfully he wasn't quite long enough to gag me. With a final thrust, he held his crotch tightly against my face, as he squirted his load. It was a big load too for a boy his size, holy shit. It would have been 8 copious globs of boy semen which entered my mouth. His dick may be small, but those balls of his were holding onto quite a volume of sperm. As he lay on top of me still, I worked my tongue around his cock as the rest oozed out.
"S..sorry Mr B. I got a bit carried away there.." He said, as he was about to pull himself up. I held him in place with my hands on his ass still, as I continued to clean his cock with my mouth.
"Hey Mr B, I gotta get up."
I didn't reply, I held him firm, his softened penis still in my mouth.
"Come on Mr B, let me up, I gotta pee.."
I gripped his buns tighter with my fingertips. I needed it. I needed it all.
"Oh man Mr B..you want that too? Okay..well, here it comes."
His prick twitched once, then I felt a warm salty trickle start to empty in my mouth again. He obviously had no stage fright to get going, but being a smaller penis, his stream felt lighter than James. His little hose delivering its next course. It was bitter, I could taste him again, Pine, vinegar, but watery and hot. When the flow stopped, I could still taste him on the back of my throat, like coffee.
I let him up after that, and I got up on my elbows to thank him. He was sitting on his haunches, his legs still spread wide. His little dick now its back to its tiny 1 incher once more.
"Whoa Mr B..I think we got a bit carried away huh?"
"Not at all. Now you know what James has been helping me with. We can do this again next week if you want?"
"Oh man, I can't wait!"
** Patricks perspective **
Man, I really like going to my friend James house. His parents are pretty cool, we can play on his X box, which is a cool way to unwind and relax at the end of the week. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom and dad, but they're just a bit stricter than James's parents. He has all this cool stuff, xbox, and stuff in his room, and I get to go to his house once a week. I really look forward to it. See, like I said, my parents were strict. We were religious, and all the praying and church, and the 'don't do this', that's a sin, and all that business was a bit of a drag. Saturday was my day to chill.
We were walking back to his house, which is only like 2 blocks away. James and I lived so close that we basically walked to school together every day since we were little. We didn't have a whole lot in common apart from living close, and Xbox, but we got along really well, and I felt like we would talk about everything. He seemed to have started being more withdrawn lately though, not wanting to go out to play on the streets or in town as much, but I was just as happy just going to his house to hang out. He didn't mind that we were so different. He was sort of lazy, lounging around, where I like to be more active. He didn't care that I was smaller, or my skin was a different color.
James and I had really started to take notice of girls lately too. A lot of the boys at school would boast about their achievements with their girlfriends, where I had yet to have one, James hadn't either. We both liked girls, but we were still a bit naive about a lot of things. We talked about them between one another though, to the point where I let James borrow a porno mag I had found earlier in the week. I could no longer risk having it at home. It was filled with pretty girls, and I had jerked off quite a few times to it. This one girl, damn. She really got me going. I don't know how often James jerked it, or if he had even started doing that sort of thing but it was the least, I could do for such a good friend. I was going to pick it up again today, since I figured James would have 'finished' with it by now.
James and I were so open with one another he even told me his dad gave him a blow job that morning. I didn't believe him at first. There was no way his dad would do something like that, and why would he even doing it. He didn't tell me what, but he said it was because he helped his dad with something super important. James swore he wasn't lying. Man. I just couldn't picture them doing something like that together. Still though, I was curious.
My thoughts were interrupted as we burst through his front door. It was always like like a release, going inside their house where I could be my real self. Away from my parents, and with my best friend. His parents were usually there, but they were cool too. His dad greeted us when we got there, I figured their mom must have been out.
"Hey Dad!" I said too as a bit of a joke. I wouldn't have minded him as my dad to be honest.
"Now guys, before you go off and play your computer games, I wanted to have a word with you Patrick."
I was kind of surprised by this. Why would Mr B (that is what I always called him) want to talk with me? Sometimes he would go off with James to tell him off about something, but why me this time?
"Me? Oh um okay, sure thing Mr B, what's up?"
"We'll go to James room alone, it is best we talk in private. Stay back here James, we won't be too long."
I left with Mr B, taking one last look back at my friend. He looked worried. Uh oh.. I headed to James room, his dad behind me. Please don't tell me that his dad found it..
"Is there something wrong Mr B?" I asked. I had no idea if he was mad or what. I couldn't read him like I could my own father.
We say down side by side on James bed for a moment, then Mr B pulled my porno out from behind him. Oh crap.
"Would you like to explain to me about this?" he asked, passing it to me.
"Oh um.....you found it..?" My brain scrambled. What do I say. I was in deep trouble.
"I sure did. James tells me it is yours?"
James must have ratted me out. I don't blame him; he was only telling the truth to cover himself. I did wonder if he got into trouble though.
"Um yeah it's mine.."
I turned the pages, till he came to the picture I used the most. My favorite. There she was with her big boobs, and her legs open showing her private parts. I never realised how much I had used it till that day. There must have been a dozen of my cum stains on that page. I shrunk into myself. How embarrassing. I felt sick to my stomach, like there was something heavy in there.
"So, this page here, this is all you?" he asked. How could I ever explain this to anyone? I hoped the world would just swallow me up. I had no words. I was defeated. My eyes blurred a bit with tears. I wasn't full on crying yet, but I was close. My parents were going to be so mad.
"I'm sorry Mr B. Please don't tell my parents." I croaked. It was the best I could come up with.
He put the porno away and hugged me.
"I won't tell them, so long as you are honest with me now. How long have you had this?"
"Like.. a week maybe?"
"Only a week? You mean to tell me this page, these bits here and here," he said literally pointing to to everyone one of my loads dried to the picture. I could still remember them in my mind. And he was an adult, he knew exactly what they were. , and what I would have been doing. Oh god. He was literally talking about my jerk offs...
"Um..yeah..." I squirmed "I know it's bad Mr B. I'm sorry, I can't help it..."
I really couldn't. Between school, home, prayer, and everything in between, I get barely any time to jerk. Some days it feels like my nuts are going to explode. All the other boys talk about how they nut in their girlfriends, and I barely have enough time for a shower without my parents suspicious of what I am off too. I had resorted to this magazine as I had nowhere else to go. Both what I used to get off, and where I would hide my um..emissions. To dry. I had nowhere else to go..
"You're only doing what is natural Patrick. You're growing up, and this is part of that. I am a little concerned though, you seem to be doing it quite a lot for a boy your age. Do your parents know anything about this?"
"No, they don't know. They say doing stuff like this is a sin. Is it here something wrong with me?" I was worried now. What if someone shouldn't need to jerk it as much as I had been. I had jerked all this time without someone knowing, I turned and looked at him. I hoped he was on my side.
He explained that they don't really do the Sin thing at their house, but he did seem concerned about how much I was doing it. He said there could be something wrong with me, which coming from an adult worried me. Oh man, what if something was broken down there? Maybe my dick would fall off if I did it too much!
Then Mr B asked if he could see it. He wanted to see my penis.
"Oh..you want to see my..um..thing?"
"Only if that is okay with you. I won't make you if it makes you uncomfortable. I can always just talk to your parents instead?"
Nonono, they can never know. I squirmed in my spot.
"No um, don't tell them..but they teach us not to do stuff like this in school."
But. What choice to I even have? I'm not meant to show my dick to strangers. But I guess..Mr B isn't really a stranger. But. I don't want to show my dick to anyone. Not ever. Not even Mr B. But what choice do I have? I know my dick is small. I know its smaller than most other boys, I can tell from when in the changing room at school. Maaan, this sucks! What if James walked in. But. What if Mr B told my parents? No option seemed as bad as that. There was no other way. I had to show him.
"ugh..okay Mr B. I'll show you.."
"You'll show me?"
"Yeah, okay..just..please don't laugh at me?"
"I have no intention of embarrassing you Patrick"
I lifted my butt up, so I could slide my shorts and underwear off. He would be able to see it now. He would be able to see everything. My dick. My balls. My hairs, and my ..well, basically everything. He moved off of the bet and sat down in front of me on floor, his head basically at eye level with my dick now. He was starting right between my legs at my junk. He didn't look horrified or anything. But I could see him looking at everything. I kind of wished I was hard right now, because when I am small it looks so tiny. At least if I was hard, I would be bigger. Maybe? Or did I even want to have a boner in front of Mr B?
He grabbed my legs and spread them right apart, so he could see more. I felt so open. I was right on the edge of the bed now too. He was moving his head around, checking out every inch of me. He even looked underneath my balls, and the little bit right down there before my butt crack started. I wasn't sure why he needed to check me out there, but, too late now.
"Does everything look okay Mr B?" I whispered.
"Well..you're hairier that I expected Patrick, but that isn't a bad thing."
This was a bit of a surprise to me. James and I had been in different classes the last few years, so I hadn't seen him a while. I was hairier than James now? Kinda cool I guess. I knew James's dick was bigger than mine, I hadn't caught up to even when I saw him last.
Wait. Never mind that, stop thinking about my friend, I need to be sure I am okay!
"But..does it look normal? It's smaller than the other boys at my school."
"You look fine Patrick. You'll get bigger, I am sure."
There was something in Mr B's eye as he said that, and turned back to look at me again. It felt like he was closer now too.
"Mr B..you're staring at me," getting a bit self-conscious and how close his head was to me.
"Oh, sorry. just making sure you're okay." I said, patting me on the leg.
He was still looking at me though. Do I dare? I had always thought my first time was with a girl. And things couldn't be any awkward for me right now. It was like once of those one of those once in a life time chances. It felt right to ask for some reason. After a few moments, I said it.
"Oh..Mr B..um..did..you can suck me if you want.."
"And what makes you think I would want to do that?"
"James said you did him this morning. He said you did it for helping him with something?"
I saw a flicker of anger in Mr B for the first time. I thought I had messed up. He said James shouldn't have told him that, that it was meant to be a secret. But, he hadn't said no to my question I noticed.
"Well, you have asked now. Do you want me to suck you, Patrick?"
"I dunno...um.." I...why did I even ask that? I keep digging myself deeper. But he didn't say no. But if I backed out now, Mr B might bring up wanting a blow job to my parents! Ahh! I knew Mr B would do it though, at least, I trusted James when he said what they had done.
"Um yeah alright I guess so. He said it felt really good." I smiled at him.
He smiled back, and then scooted right up to my crotch. I could feel his breath on my now he was so close. The hot air moving around, flowing around my dick and around my balls. I wanted it, and I think he did too. He was so close now; he would be able to see every detail of my dick. He could probably smell it too. I fidgeted, just get on with it, oh god. My dick was twitching, I could feel it getting bigger at least, and he hadn't even started yet.
He opened my mouth, taking my dick inside, and then closed his lips around the root on my cock. The warmth and wetness felt so different, I had never had a feeling like this around my cock before.
"Ooohh.." I moaned, feeling myself hardening in his mouth. I could feel his tongue against the length of his tongue, his nose was buried in my pubes. I fever was building inside me. I needed more. This hole was wet, and hot, and moist. I didn't want a gentle suck. I needed to .ff..I know the word is bad. I needed to Fuck his mouth.
I carefully moved, keeping my cock in his mouth as we adjusted onto the floor. I got him down on his back, and I was on my hands and knees over him. I put his head between my legs again, and then started really humping his mouth. I closed my eyes, and pretending I was fucking a girl. I was fucking a hot girl, the one from the magazine. I needed this, and I needed to cum so bad. I lost all thought that this was Mr B. I held his head in place and ploughed. What I lack in size, I try to make up in effort. I fucked his mouth with everything I had, shoving my cock in his mouth as far as I could go. I was getting hot and sweaty now, but I didn't care. My sex needed relief. His mouth felt so good, vacuuming my cock. Every bit of precum I delivered, he swallowed, and I still had a lot more to give. I could hear him breathing through his nose greedily, probably because I hadn't given him a chance to come up for air. I was getting close. He could breathe when I was done. He clutched my butt now, hanging on. He must have been okay because he was holding ON, not trying to push me off. I fucked his mouth one last time, pushing my cock into his face. I came in his mouth, and he was going to swallow it all. My balls emptied in him, and I was spent. I went almost limp on top of him, but I could still feel his tongue swapping bits from around my cock.
"Uh...S..sorry Mr B. I got a bit carried away there.."
I tried to get up, but he held me down, his hands still on my butt cheeks. I knew he was okay because I could still feel his tongue cleaning my soft cock, but it was starting to tickle a little.
"Hey Mr B, I gotta get up." I said more urgently. Whenever I cum, I always have to pee afterwards, and this time was no different. The delicate dabs of his tongue around my dick wasn't helping much either!
"Please, Come on Mr B, let me up, I gotta pee.."
He only gripped harder. He was going to drink my piss too?!
"Oh man Mr B..You asked for it..well, here it comes."
I felt my dick twitch and then come to life again, now pissing straight into his mouth. His tongue had worked me to a point that there was no way I was going to stop now. I felt my piss gushing out, and he didn't even seem bothered. He was drinking my pee! I didn't even know this was a thing people did! It didn't take long before my bladder was empty, I had nothing left to give.
He finally let me get up. I sat cross legged next to him, I figured there was no longer any point in hiding my dick from him, even if I was back my little one incher.
"Whoa Mr B..I think we got a bit carried away huh?"
"Not at all. Now you know what James has been helping me with. We can do this again next week if you want?"
"Oh man, I can't wait!"