Garrett
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Author: Jarrod
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[edit] Chapter 1
Such a hot boi. We all watched him grow up from a distance at our local hangout. I'm not all that much older, but have been out of school from the time I first laid eyes on Garrett.
He worked part-time after school, and often came in for lunch, or soda...and sometimes with a bud, or a girl in tow on the weekends.
Now he's in college....hotter than ever, still working a part-time job to help with tuition and pay for his super new truck.
With very fair skin, freckles and a slightly stickish out straight nose, turned up, and a blond brush cut, sometimes in a caesar comb-up, or that flat, wet comb-down, I would just melt at my seat. He's about 5' 10", size 11 feet, outdoor boy, hunting and skiing and more of a watcher than participant in team sports.
The coupla years we, well I, watched him 'develop', he was too young to drink. But now he has a beer when he comes in for a burger, usually with his buddy.
I sat back and just took him all in one day....from the tip of his caesar, to the large vein that ran over his bare ankle above his sneaker. He was wearing the footie socks that don't show so he looked to be without socks. Hotttt! His baggy cargoes didn't do justice to his muscularly yet slender still boyish build.
Then there's the fingers. We can divide up fingers into three shape types: regardless of hand size, male fingers are either large, almost garish, wide and brutish; or they are slim and smoothe, almost babyish in formation; or, a more smoothe than rough medium size, with a look more like the large, than the small. Garrett's were the kiddie boy type.... which made him even more edible. I could only go moony imagining what his cutie boy toes looked like.
He was wearing a sleeveless heather 'Marine' tee shirt with the tan shorts. He always seemed so serious, and very quiet....sometimes he even appeared like an angry young dude. He really wasn't, but I didn't know that then. Sometimes guys put on that front to deter confrontation....in this 'front' business, I am expert.
An'ways, I'm back boy watching. I love how a young guy talks...you know, like his gestures are never like pointing with one finger at something. They seem to always point with all the fingers of the hand at the same time, bent at various configurations.
Sometimes, if I sat next to him, I would try to smell him when I got up to pee or get something. I'd get up leaning over toward him, before standing up straight. I loved to do that with kids on the market lines, too...I think I learned it there.
Garrett would shake hands after we got to know each other, and later he would wrap an arm around my shoulder, or even give me a full hug. Oh mannnnn. One time when he came in all smiley and sauntering, I said, "Hey you, pussyboi," under my breath. Whewww! I almost said it out loud! He mighta beat the shit outta me!
It's a while past then now and Garrett's been drinking this day for most of the afternoon. The weather was so dreary and gray, there really seemed to be nothing else to do. Garrett and I had talked through every possible topic, and he was beginning to droop from the lack of 'practice' at soppin' up suds.
We talked this day of his girls, and 'conquests' just to make idle talk, you know, but I was more interested in his pants....and whut was in 'em. I had visions of grandeur when I remembered the size of his sneaks.
I wondered about how it was he spent so much time away from these 'girls' if he really was into 'conquests'.
It was getting on to dark now, and while Garrett was not anywhere near being 'out of it', he couldn't drink anymore and was sort of trying to get up to make his way home.
I watched him trudge off to take his exit piss. His bud, Rob, wasn't with him as he usually was...I mean they were inseparable.
Returning, he had his cell phone to his ear and was apparently telling his folks he was staying at a friend's for the night. Sheepishly, knowing I heard, he said, "I'm too fucked up to let them see me, so I'll hide out in the truck, or call Rob and stay there."
I smiled and said, "No prob, come on home with me and you can sleep it off."
His alert and quick broad smile said he might have been hoping I would offer. He gripped my shoulder while thanking me.
We hung out another half hour before heading out.
Since his truck was brand new I took his keys, left my car and we drove to my place in his truck.
He kept saying how glad he was that I wanted to take him home, and I kept assuring him it was no bother. In-fucking-deed, it was no problem! A dream come true more like!
In assuring him, I grabbed his leg down on the seat near my own. By the third time he thanked me, I left my hot, sweaty palm on his pants leg. Even in his stupor he had to feel how hot that hand was.
We got to my drive and I turned in and again Garrett carried on about how good it was that I was taking care of him. As I pulled to a stop, and went to replace my hand on his thigh, he just flopped over into my arm, with his head down in the crook of my elbow.
I was a little alarmed but he was definitely breathing....annnnnd he was definitely 'out'.
I shook him. Nuthin'. Then I made my first 'hot' move in an attempt to assure he really was unconscious. I grabbed at his cock through his pants. I remember thinking, "Hmmmm.....now it seems the tale about the relationship between cock and foot size is no myth." The kid had a hefty piece in his pants, and was not especially soft either. That in itself, made me wonder if he was faking. But, he didn't jerk, jump or move at all, and didn't suck breath at the grab of his dick as he would have were he surprised...and awake. I stared right into his face when I groped him. Not an eyelash flicker.
I knew the crisp night air had the possibility of giving Garrett a revival before I was ready so I checked the gas level, and decided to keep the truck running for a bit so the heater could be on. The radio music was on in background sound levels.
I just wanted to feel him. All of him. Everywhere.
I reached for him down there half into my seat and then decided to just leave him slumped over like he was. This way I was already hovering over his lower chest and waist. I smoothed my quivery hand over his hip bone and down his leg. I could just about reach to where the cargoes gave way to thigh skins. Ummmmm...his leg hairs was soft like baby hair. I diddled my finger in circles around his boy knee. Oh mannn...I loved how he felt. My fingers cupped under the bottom of the shorts and pushed into the leg hole as I smoothed my palm flat to his skin. I reached high enough to feel the heat of his crotch at the tips of my fingers.
I moved to open his fly with my free hand. The button popped and the zip was an easy slider and I just pulled at one flap and opened my 'pussyboy' to the warm air circulating with the truck fan.
I lay my hand lightly on the front of his boxers. Ohhhhhhh! He was H-A-R-D! I got a heart stab of fears, and quick caught a look to his face. He could...must be awake! I looked down and to my horror and shame he was smiling right up at me!
I pulled my hands out of his pants like I was burned!
Facing front, I made my way to get out of the truck, assuming my forever shame, and that he'd just go home with my secret, and then...spread the news and.....
He lurched up and grabbed at me hard, and his quick arms and hands hurt in some places where he hit me.
"Lemmee," is all he said, and my pants were open, shorts down under my balls. I could smell me from where I sat awash in my own crotch funk....so could Garrett.
Oh mannnnn....my dream pussyboi....really WAS a pussyboi! Annnnnnnnd...he was gonna be MY pussyboi this night!
His kiddieboy-fingered hand closed around my pud which was so hard it was trying to split it's fragile skins. My cockhead felt the heat of Garrett's superheated breath. He squeezed my meat and then pulled down....then up. Ohhhhhh! When his fingers bunched the prick skin up against that sensitive spot on the underside of the head....I cried out "Aiiiyahh-uh-uh-ohhhhh!'
I shot my wad ever'where....hitting myself in the face as well. I swooned almost dead away when he pounced and his lips and tongue sucked and vacuumed my joyjelly out of my cockhairs....
The young fucker burrowed wiggly-like into my under-balls. He licked me all over. He pushed up his hands under my shirt, and leaned to my face. In a tongue driving sucking kiss he tasted more of my dick shot where it landed on my face. When he worked into my mouth I tasted myself. Since I never ate my own, and had never been with any other guy, this taste of my own jizz, was my first taste of cum ever!
Garrett was all hands and arms till I was stripped of my shirt and pants, ass up in the driver's seat with my sock feet up and flat to the headliner. Garrett's face was deep under my balls and lap-sucking down into my crease. I was worried...with what little I could think with....that I mightn't be clean. Whutever, it sure didn't slow Garrett down. To be that uncaring, I worried that maybe he had just been doin' this for years. Omigoddd! He tongue-darted my pucker! He kept swiping his meaty taster over and over and over it! Annnnd now....ohhhhhhhhhhhhh I cried into myself....HE WAS INSIDE ME! His wriggling rasper was inside my asshole. My pussydreamboi was INSIDE MEEEEEEE!
My two hands lay to his neck. It was actually wet with sweat. I worked my fingers up into his short sweaty hairs and down to his shoulders where I kneaded his skins.
[edit] Chapter 2
He ate and ate and licked and diggy-tongued and sucked out my asshole. I swear I heard snorting air sounds. Maybe that was my beautiful Garrett's breath's being sucked though his nose. Goddddddd! I screamed in a long yowl that was more like a thousand squeally yelps that ran all together as I lost my breath and couldn't get air and needed...I needed.. ohmigod, my hole it itched, it twitched and winked over my boypussy-eater's lips while his tongue barely grazed over the delicate bungal skins his smoothee-rubbing thumb was fevering now.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeze!" I begged. "Pleeeeeeeze! Oh, Garretttttttttt....dooooooooitttttttttt! Dooooo something to meeeeeeeeeeeee! I gonna explode! I gottahhh uh uh unnngh!"
"Ohowwwohhhhmmmmmm!" I moaned and my butt snapped toward him...somethin' was in me...in my hole...in my untouched flower....I looked up and saw his so boyish face beaded in sweat hanging above me, his teeth glowing in the light of dash. His face was strained into a clench now, and he was FRIGGGGGIN' my hole with his fingers. I was feeling soooo sooo gooood. He was giving me what he knew I needed when I didn't know what to ask for.
"Friggin' yuh mah mannn! You gettin' the finger friggin'a yur life!" Garrett gritted through his teeth.
I was too. He was having me rut back onto his fingers so natural...so pretty...I was fuckin' myself, and I wanted to! I really wanted to! I needed to! My trembling hands gripped both his upper arms and I pulled and pushed myself over the young stud's fingers. Then I knew...I wanted to need to fuck myself....and I wanted it on ANY part of this studboi I had jerked my cock to all those many cums and stained sheets ago.
Then...then...whut!
There was a rustling of arms and hands and I was being spun and shoved and the music went off...the engine went silent....the passenger door opened, and Garrett was pulling my feet from the headliner and dragging my ass across the seat. He got my pants from the floor and plopped them on my naked belly. HE NEVER STOPPED FRIGGIN' MY BUNGER!
He got me to my feet on the cold gravel drive and said, "Getcher keys outta yer pants and let's get in the house so's I can give you everything you gotta have, you cock needy fucker."
Ohmigod! He loved me! He had to love me! Who would give all that I never knew I ever needed and not love meeeeeeee? Who? Who? I cried real tears as I tried to find the key in the pants that had fallen to the ground.
Finding them finally, we were up the steps and to the door. My insides were all aquiver from the sheer titillation of my very deepest insides by those toyboy-like fingers of Garrett, that I was diddlin' on. Oh, so hot! So hot! I hunched back onto those babyboy fingers and my whole insides jerked around!
In the house, Garrett did a glance around and saw my six foot floor pillow.
In seconds, I was on my belly, Garrett on top, sweaty hot, humping against me. His fingers STILL frigging me. He was wonderful. I knew what was quivering me now when we walked up the porch steps....he gived me my first anal 'gasm, and I knew 'cause I was feeling it again, while I felt a whole new one starting. I had read about that but didn't believe it! BE-FUCKIN'-LIEVE IT! It was wonderful as I snapped them off, bucking up against my toy buddy, one after the other.
Garrett had to be getting off on the feel of me jolting and quivering on the end of his fingers like a sock puppet. There were three of them in me now as four fingers from his other hand came 'round my face and I sucked them all the way into my mouth. I sweared I would eat the kid. I was hysterical....I was calm....I was cummming....but only inside....it was joy on top of joy on top the a frenzied love and desire of the erotics of unadulterated mansex I would never be able to duplicate.
Slop drooled out my mouth while I sucked his fingers. He then did a switch on me and had me sucking my own assfunk off his frigger fingers while he for the first time in a half hour took them outta my hole. My ass started to rut back to find them when I smelled me on them, and sobered for a second then wolfed and sucked and slobbered and chewed and got me frigged by the other fingers, all four of 'em, which I rutted back onto.
I couldn't breath....I gagged. I couldn't talk....I mewled....I was shaking so hard inside and out with my arms and legs so tensed and quivered I musta looked like a four pronged tuning fork.
I felt the heat of his hot short breaths on the back of my neck as he started back into humping over my back and licking the tiny hairs up the back of my head.
I found he was an ear eater. He chewed so hard and tongued and licked, and growled into me, saying, "You need it don'tchu boy! You need it....alla it! Don'tcha!"
I digged my face into my floor pillow and cried in joy and sex and fuck and the beautiful fuck boy who was gonna make me wait and wait for everything he was ever gonna do to me.
I could feel his thick, steely cock muscle rubbing and hunching at the top of the crack of my ass. Ohhhhh....now I knew....scared as I was....what I needed....and needed so badly.
"You need it, don'tcha? DON'TCHA?!" he raged through gasping breaths of his own.
"Goddddddddddd....yasssssssssssssssss!!!!!!" I cried through my muffled mouth drowning in its own spit in the pillow.
"Do you know whatchu need most, boy? Do you know???" Garrett asked.
Mindless, sobbing, I just shook my head.
Omigod! Omigoddd! I was emmmmmmpteeee! He was out of me, and my hole was creeping back to find those frigger fingers. For a second I caught my breath and strained to look back behind me and there at my mouth was the new joy of my short life....my pussy Garrett's COCK! I had dreamed through the haze of night-time dick-wackin' cums what the target of all my frenzied, toe-curled, body-wracking blowed wads, what that boy's cock looked like. It was sooooo fuckin' beautiful.
It's reddish, bloated head pulsed before my eyes. The pisshole seemed to open and close with each pulse, and it was shiny from the leakage of a silver string of boy spooge. As Garrett gently fingered the object of my rapture, I could see it's super pink delicate cover skins riding over it's smooth shaft. Ohhhhhh! There wasn't a scraggy vein or ripple on that joy pole that eased over my lips for the spit lube it needed to make love to me.
I sucked and cooed and laved my prize, and moaned with loss as Garrett's thick fuck slab slipped away. My head fell to the pillow as Garrett's left leg eased over me and I felt the first of my own cooling spit rubbed onto my crack.
There was asshole sucking once more. I heard Garrett hawk up a gob of spit. I felt that fevery thumb again. My asshole reached up and out for my invader. Oh god! Oh god! Where is it! Where is.."Ohhhhhahccchhhh! Ohowwowowowooohhhh! Ohnoooooooooommmm!"
I have it! I have the love rod I so long have dreamed of! The feel of pain and joy that hurt me so good as I felt the boykid slowly sink deeper and deeper mainly from the pain at my hole-ring, and the increasing heat of Garrett's cock-driving body lowering onto me.
Garrett's cock was much thicker than I could have ever dreamed. I didn't know I wanted it big and thick like it was. His slim form did not betray the joy his cock could give.
He stretched me to searing, tearing pain. I bent my face down into the pillow, convulsive sobs took me over as I wished it was soooo overrrrrr! 'Please be over,' I begged. 'Please be over. Please...please....please....I need it soooooobadddddd! Ohgodddd...soooobaddddd!'
I wrenched my head and neck up. Tears flooded my eyes. There was the 'shlkk-shhlikk'ing in my ear, and Garrett's hot breath. His tongue digged inside and licked. My back arched....I screamed, "FUCKMEEEEEEGARRRRRETTTTTT!!!! FUCKMEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
"Unggh! Uhuh! Unggh! Uh! Uh!"
'Ohhhhhhh, Garrettttttttt!'
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