Jesse is a friend of mine who lives two streets away. Before my Goth encounter he and I had traded fucks on several occasions, but after I had to start watching who and how often I screwed so carefully I kind of called it off. One morning when he was over watching a Man's Best he called me on it, wringing the truth from my none-too-secretive soul.
"So, you fuck me and I shrink," Jesse asked, disbelief pouring off him in waves.
"Yup," I answered, not happy that my friend didn't believe me.
"Fucking prove it," Jesse snarled, his scruffy face flushed red.
"Fine. Strip," I snapped, ripping off my t-shirt and flinging it at his head.
Undressing turned into a wrestling match as Jesse tried to pin me to the carpet, his hard cock grinding between my thighs. I wasn't supposed to be the receiver here, so with a quick burst I flipped him over and squirmed on top. His bare ass wiggled on my dick as Jesse pretended to growl, thrashing around but not hard enough to throw me off. I wormed a handful of lube down between his cheeks and poised at his hole ready to plunge.
"You sure," I asked, whispering his multi-pierced ear. "I'm not kidding."
"Fucker, do it!" A writhe of his hips managed to plant his asslips around the head of my dick. Without further ado I dove in.
Our fuck sessions have always been more like fights than expressions of love. We grunted, heaved and rolled all over the living room, breaking a small end table as our combined weight crashed into it. After fifteen minutes of hard sweat I came, driving down into Jesse's skater ass as he pounded his dick. Jets of cum sprayed clear to my face and pooled in his gut.
The difference between 19 and 18 isn't all that noticeable, physically. All the major changes are done, so besides a few muscles here and there Jesse didn't really lose anything. Going a year the other way was just as dull for me. Jesse examined himself half-seriously, rubbing all over his taut body with calloused hands. A fist thumped my chest as he glared up at me, mock-snarling.
"What the fuck man, nothing changed!"
"It goes about a year a fuck. You want to notice, we gotta keep fucking." Without letting him respond I flung him belly down on the couch and climbed aboard, keeping his legs tight together with my knees. I lay full length on him and ground deep, all my weight focused on the tight little bud at the center of his cheeks.
I lasted less than five minutes before nutting, my sperm flowing down as his youth flowed up. Recharged by Jesse's lost age I kept pumping, drips of cum leaking down his balls with every thrust. When he tried to squirm around to talk I forced his face into a pillow, muffling his curses as I tore into his ass. Another load, another year, and in two minutes Jesse lost what had taken him all of junior year to gain. I pulled out and let the gawky, pimpled 16 year-old stand up and see.
"Oh shit. Oh SHIT," Jesse yelled, dancing around waving his cock with one hand and rubbing his scrawny chest with the other. "Aw shit, this if fucking SWEET!"
The kid was lost in his own little world, caressing his body and pounding his dick. I went and got a beer. I didn't savor it -- with Pabst who would? -- and in the time it took me he'd shot what looked like three loads, judging from the puddle coating his smooth bony chest. That, though, may have more to do with his being 16 with the bottomless balls that go with the age. I handed him a can and popped my second, idly flipping my still-hard dick.
"Dude, man, make me younger, you gotta make me younger." Ignoring the beer Jesse knelt at my feet and pleaded, enormous blue eyes beseeching. I took a slow sip, driving him nuts before answering.
"You gotta be careful with this, man. You want to go younger, fine, back up and plant it, but you can't go too far." I told him about my terror of having a tiny kid's dick, but barely had I finished when he was in my lap with nine plus inches pinning him high. Jesse bounced and rocked and fucked, riding my dick for all he was worth. Flesh shrank and hair vanished as the years melted away, each blast of cum pouring down my groin as his ass got tighter and tighter. His earrings always stayed, I saw, though with so many crammed into such small ears they were nearly solid metal. Finally I stopped it, actually pushing him off onto the floor as he passed 13. Wiry little arms tried to grab and hold on but at 12 he could no more stop me than a charging rhino.
I took some measurements and ran out to buy him some clothes. Once his perfect little dick went down we headed out for a day at the park in the sun. He ran and laughed and played with other kids. I got tacos and juice and we ate under a tree, Jesse squirming and fidgeting, eager to get back out playing. Afterward he sprinted off and I dozed in the shade, worn out after so much fun.
It was about 6 when I finally woke, stretching to work out the kinks. A 25 year-old body isn't a patch on 12 for sheer energy, but heft and strength is nice too. I scanned the park for Jesse, scratching my belly and grinning at the pair of girls giggling on a nearby bench. No kid. I ambled away, checking all the likely spots, swings, playground and basketball court. No Jesse anywhere, but a boyish yelp caught my ear as I passed a stand of trees. Peering into the gloom I saw movement, at least two boys standing close together and giggling. Curious, I walked into the bushes toward them.
Instead of two boys I found four, two standing and two bent over leaning on a fallen tree. The bottom boy closest to me was Jesse, naked and squealing as he took the bigger kid's dick. Speechless, I stared for a minute, watching as his face twisted with ecstasy. At last I recovered enough to get pissed.
"Jesse!" That single word broke the spell, and with much confused shrieking the other three boys tore off into the woods. I glared as he slowly did up his shorts, and lectured him all the way home. Whatever he looked and felt like, I said, he wasn't really a kid, and taking advantage of those boys was simply wrong. He bore it with true pre-adolescent surliness, slamming into my spare room as soon as we got home. I left him there to brood, fixing dinner and leaving a plate in the fridge. Eventually I went to bed.
A hand leaning on my stomach woke me in the dark. I was in bed, naked, my arms and legs tied up and a weight on my groin. The indescribable heat of a too-tight ass melted around my dick.
"Ess-hee," I yelled, as best I could through a mouthful of cloth and masking tape. The boy took no notice as he found his balance and started to buck, driving his hole on my dick. I came. However long he'd been working me before I woke was enough, and I came. The familiar rush of energy bloomed in my dick. A few minutes later I shot again, and again a few minutes after that. Screaming didn't work, and I was tied too tight to break free. Jesse always was a good fuck and each pulse of age set me up to fall right back over the edge. The base of my cock was chilly, since Jesse's ass was now too small to take it all. This, I think, was what saved him: eventually his ass grew so tight that it simply popped right off the end of my cock and wouldn't let it back in.
Tears were drying on my cheeks as Jesse snuggled up beside me to fall dead asleep. The body beside me had its soft head on my shoulder and its toes above my knee. All night I strained to see, falling into an exhausted sleep just before the sun came up.
"Cameron. Cam, wake up." Someone shook my shoulder, and the light soprano voice called my name again. Groggy and dazed I lifted my head. A tiny boy of maybe six knelt at my side, smiling down with heart-melting sweetness.
"Oh, Jesse...."
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