Happy Returns Chapter 1
Hello --
And welcome to a story that I started some time ago and dropped. I don't know if I'll return to it but I thought some of you would like it. Normally I write stories that are more complex and character driven. But this is a nice change of pace. I'm sure we've all had some part of the fantasy this story leverages, this is just my take on it...
*** CAUTION ****
This story contains a lot (well, some) of boy-boy sex and in a really quirky way it's ALSO man-boy sex. But I think it's not legally man-boy sex. Well you be the judge of that, just don't argue the point with a real judge anywhere ok?
Which means if this is illegal to read where you live, you better stop now. Especially if you are under the age of maybe 50. or 20. In fact this story is totally inappropriate for anyone. It is probably illegal to even think about this kind of stuff...
Which is why you're here, of course..
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Happy Returns
Mark McCain
It was May 10, 1962 exactly three months before my 12th birthday and I was naked, in an abandoned barrio building a few blocks from downtown. I had chosen this place because I expected no one to be immediately around due to the urban renewal of this area; the old barrio was basically being bulldozed so that new skyscrapers could be built.
I had not yet grown any pubic hair (well maybe a couple, I couldn't see in the low light anyway, not that small an amount) at that age, but I had a healthy, or some might say unhealthy, interest in sex. But in great part that's why I was here.
You must understand this was not my first time to be this age. Subjectively a few minutes earlier I was 67 years old, and relatively in poor health. I was 59 when they discovered I'd been born with a heart condition that had simply never acted up when I was younger.
I am sure you would like the details of how I made the transition but frankly that's boring. I found the shaman and paid his price, I was not rich but well enough off after a modest career in high tech and careful saving. If you've ever played the game of "if I had to do it all over again" you'll understand what I was doing. I was doing it all over again. I was going to Return to my childhood and do it again, hopefully much better.
So I had some decisions to make. One artifact of this process is that I would arrive naked. Being in public and naked was one choice. In 1962 an 11 year old would never be arrested but there was the question of how my mother would react and it could be presumed that wouldn't be a good thing. Still when all was said and done if I couldn't solve the problem that was a solution. But in fact I wanted to do things differently especially as to sex and especially in my precocious sexuality, my pubescent years. So naked might offer some challenges that ultimately would be fun.
But peering patiently out at the street I found a better one than being caught in public.
In the barrio, houses come right to the sidewalk, so when I saw a hispanic boy about 14 walking by, hitting the building walls with a stick I called out quietly to him through the shuttered window.
"Hey Amigo!" The boy stopped and looked around puzzled. "In here, aqui!" He spied the unlatched shutters and tried to glance inside but the bright Arizona sun kept him from seeing me in the darkness.
"Who is there?" he demanded.
"Come inside and I'll show you."
He hesitated and wisely so. But then he was pretty sure the voice was a young kid and he was curious and 1962 we didn't worry about serial killers, or molesters grabbing us up. So he tried the door, which he had to force a bit to get it moving, and stepped into the darkness, blinking, trying to get his eyes adjusted. When he could make out my shape his eyes widened considerably.
"Boy are you naked?!!"
"Yes. I need your help."
"What are you doing here?"
"Well this older boy shoved me in here and, well, he made me do something and then he left and took all my clothes."
"Wait what...he took your clothes? Who was he?"
"I don't know his name, he goes to my school, he's 14. He doesn't like me I guess."
"Is he gonna come back?"
"I don't know. Maybe. But I don't want to be here to find out."
"Why what did he do to you?"
I ignored the question and said, "Can you give me some of your clothes? Your underwear at least?"
"Ay no! I'm not giving up my clothes guy, you gotta be crazy!"
I pretended to ponder a minute.
"I'll pay you for them. But you have to give them to me and then when it's darker out take me to your place and let me have some pants and a shirt. They can be old stuff and if you need I can return them in a few days. I just need clothes to get home."
"I can't give you my underwear, and besides you don't got no clothes so you don't got no money."
"Well, see, I can pay you another way."
"How?" This was an innocent time he really had no idea where this was going.
"Well that other boy, he, uh, he made me do something, and I could do it for you too."
"What you talking about? You don't make no sense."
"Well, I- I- I- he made me...suck his dick. And since I already done it once I suppose I can suck your dick too, to get some clothes."
A look of utter astonishment passed his face followed by a devilish smirk.
"You mean it? You suck my dick if I give you my underwear?" He was quite excited.
"As much as you want. But you gotta help me get outta here. With clothes. And enough money for a bus ride home. Come on, take off your clothes, I'll do it right now."
"Are you some kind of homo kid?"
"NO! I mean, no, I don't think so. I just, he made me do it. And I can't explain this to my parents. I can't get caught naked...but it wasn't so bad, so I'll do it for you if you help me."
"Well...," he drew it out slowly but I could see his dick was already hard in his pants. "I guess we can do something. But I'm too big my clothes won't fit you. I'll have to get clothes from my brother Juan to fit you, he's 13 but smallish."
"Okay that's good."
"Well, thing is, Juan ain't gonna wanna give up his clothes for nothing. I mean, why would he, I gotta explain, and he needs to get paid somehow..." he was smirking now, "I suppose though you could blow both of us and maybe he'd let you borrow his clothes."
I feigned dismay.
"I don't wanna do that!"
"Well, I dunno I guess I can't help you then," as he turned and walked to the door.
"WAIT! You can't leave me here. Please...."
"Well I think you gotta suck my dick and my brother's too kid, I dunno how else it will work."
I looked at the floor, then shook my shoulders and squared them back.
"If that's the only way..." I said in a weak voice. My young cock was hard as steel.
"Yeah, you wait here, I'll go get my brother and the clothes." He turned to go.
"Well how long? And cant you leave me something to wear, I don't like being naked."
"Kid, I live a block away it won't be no time." He slipped through the barely open door and pulled it shut.
I was delighted. I had hardly been back twenty minutes and already the results of reliving my life were exceeding my expectations. I wanted lots of young teen sex and it seemed I was going to suck a couple of pubescent teen dicks in my first half hour or so!
It took longer than expected, I could hear young voices talking urgently, and the boy was back and slipping in the doorway, a younger boy in tow, clearly his brother. The older boy was about 5-7 and 120 lbs., the younger 5-2 and maybe 100 lbs. Both were fairly light skinned hispanic boys, smooth faces, black eyes, and quite to my tastes. I noted they both had lovely rounded buns. And the style of clothing in this time was for fairly tight fitting clothes thank God.
"Hey kid, we're here. Juan wants to hear your deal before he gives up any clothes."
I again feigned embarrassment, keeping my cock in my hand hidden so they wouldn't see that it was hard. I let them think it was modesty.
"I gotta have some clothes. So your brother said I have to suck both of your dicks and you'll lend me clothes and bus money so I can get home."
Juan turned excitedly to his brother, "Damn Carlos, you weren't lying! We gonna get our dicks sucked!" He began to push his pants and underwear down, revealing a hard four inch cock with a little fur collar clinging tightly to the base. Carlos did the same, showing five inches and about a half-inch of young bush. Juan was circumcised, Carlos was not. "Come on over here and start sucking!"
"Uh, no not until you got the clothes for me."
"Oh come on, man, suck one of us and then we will get the clothes for you. And then you suck the other."
"Well. OK. I guess I'll suck you Juan."
Juan burst into a wide smile and walked over to me.
"Kneel down!"
I complied and moved forward, sticking out my tongue to touch the head of his so stiff cock. I loved it's silky look and excited swollen head. I rubbed my tongue and lips up and down its length a couple times, then ran my tongue along his smooth balls, reaching out to toy with his little clump of pubes. My own three and half inch cock was throbbing, and Carlos didn't miss that.
"Juan I think he likes your pinga! Look how hard he is!" I reached to cover myself even though I didn't care what they saw. "No kid you don't hide that little dick! I think you like doing this and that thing of yours says it's so!"
At this Juan pulled my head to his rigid penis and it was flat up against my face, lips and nose. I opened up and sucked his shaft inside, felt it surge with the pleasure of my warm wet mouth. This wasn't going to take long of course.
I began to suck him up and down, playing with his balls as I did and he rested his hand on my head not really pressuring me as I felt his crotch grow harder and harder. Carlos moved in close, grabbing his crotch and stroking it as he got close to the action, very excited by the sight of the young spike slipping in and out of my mouth, glistening with saliva.
"Suck that pinga kid!" And I did. It took hardly a minute and I could tell he was close. He dropped his hand from my head.
Now I must remind you that in 1962 boys will have heard about sucking dick, but hardly would know anyone who had been blown, and the idea of coming in someone's mouth would have shocked the vast majority at this age, and probably only adult men would think about their cocksucker swallowing. No "nice" girl would do that and
Juan was clearly old enough to shoot a tasty young load. And I was going to swallow it but I was not going to let him know about that last part. Of course sucking off thirteen year old boys was a rare thrill and one I hoped to make commonplace for me; the taste and swallowing of their loads was pretty much the whole reward, well that and watching their innocent faces as they experienced real sexual pleasure and gave in, losing control while I felt the excitement in their crotch as every muscle turned to stone then pulsed with involuntary response to what I was doing for them...
Juan cried out "OK OK pull off boy I gonna cum!"
But I didn't. I'm not sure if he even realized I was still sucking and kept his oh so hard and pulsing young penis in my mouth, and then it happened, he spurted a rope of young cum into my mouth across my tongue, then another then another. "Ung! Ung! Ung!"
I slipped my mouth off, turned to the side and quickly swallowed the tasty thimbleful or two of young jizz, then spit. Being fairly dark in the old house I expected the boys would think I spit the cum out.
No sooner had Juan begun to come to his senses, his older brother had his pants around his ankles.
"No, you said you'd get the clothes now and I'd suck you later!!" I said, keeping the pretense up.
"Oh come on kid that was too hot to watch, you gotta suck my pinga now!" Carlos said with urgency.
Instad of aruging further I just leaned over and took the tip of his uncircumcised cock in my mouth, just fitting the part of the head that was sticking out of the foreskin. I slowly rubbed my tongue back and forth across the slit and then began to slide it under his foreskin as I did.
I slipped my hand up to cup his balls, which had only a few random hairs on them as I worked the head with my mouth and tongue...I figured at 14 he might last a bit longer than his brother but as I began to suck up and down we were interruped by the arrival of another boy!
--- End of Ch 1---
Dunno maybe this goes on maybe not. Let me know what you think.