The characters, story line and locations within this story are pure erotic fantasy, involving the mutual passion of two minors. The story is original and may not be copied without the approval of the author.
It was nothing out of the ordinary for little Bobby, the youngest of Rachel's four children, to bound up the stairs to his attic bedroom without giving her a hug or a hi. "Be down in a while mommy.", he called out, "I gotta do some stuff". Turning back to her cooking, she wondered briefly about the boy's day. He was usually home promptly after school and here it was well after dark. "Will I ever get used to the boys", she thought, ".my girls are so much easier". Jeanette and Edna were here twins and in the 10th grade now, bright and with a real future. She had to work hard repairing the damage her ex-husband caused, the drunken bastard!
Turning back to the stove, she continued her preparations for the meal. It was much harder for her now, but he was gone finally and she was left with raising the kids. This meant that her girls were in charge of Bobby during the day while she was at work, seeing that he got home on time and did him homework. Her oldest boy, Charlie, was 19 and working as an auto mechanic. Although he was a good boy, fairly slight but healthy, she worried after him and his future. The boy was not bright, ".takes after his father", she thought, as she put the sausages into the boiling tomato sauce, "jerk couldn't make a dime if his life depended on it". It had been two months since the separation and she had been awarded custody, the house, and half the damn bills, and him, the bastard, free and prowling Boca Raton with that bitch Rona, mostly the reason for the bitter end to their 14 year marriage. She turned to the sink and began to fill the pasta pot with water and noticed the tap pressure was low. "Well, he's finally learning, 'washing up for dinner."
Bobby turned the tub water off. Sitting in the hot bath with his yellow quackies floating around made him feel much better. He took hold of his momma's hand mirror and looked at his mouth and saw the purple bruises especially on his lips and right side of his neck down into his chest and it hurt. He brought his little hand to the bruises, softly feeling the extent of the puffiness, and swallowed. He could still taste and smell the sex and, closing his eyes, slumped into the hot soapy bath and dreamed of his new best friend Elroy again, sweet thoughts of the huge erotic man who had promised him that he was all his to play with whenever they wanted it again, and he had a date for next Friday, just like the big kids!
Drifting quietly into childish thoughts of truth, loyalty, and happiness, he thought back to the gazebo and, shuddering, felt his erect bald penis and quickly worked himself into a fantasy of lust with Elroy, looming over him, the enormous black snake moving deep into him again.. and he did it, his little three inch stiffy coming to a dry orgasm! Bobby would never turn back. The power of the sexual experience was hot rushing water cascading over him, a lustful secret, shared only by him and Elroy. Collapsing in languid ease, soapsuds to his chin he dreamed of black muscles, arms and legs, watching the enormous man slowly coming toward him in the gazebo again, yellow jock stuffed with his cock and for him alone just like he promised.
The lights of the infield were turned on and the teams were arriving. Paul and Elroy were in their high school uniforms playing pepper with several others of the team members. It was great practice and the older men loved to tease the kids by trying to overpower them with fireball tosses and near impossible plays that caused the boys to run and stretch for the errant balls and falling into the dusty infield. It was a joke to the older guys, especially since the boys then would get up, and run into the deep outfield to retrieve the bad tosses. Paul came running back and tossing it back to Elroy at first base, laughed at their horseplay as he returned to his shortstop position. The batters were now lining up for some practice and the rest of the opposing team in red jerseys took to the outfield for their warm-ups. As the batters began to hit into the infield the rest of the league team members came and replaced the boys there. Elroy and Paul shuffled off the field, brushing themselves off and walked over to the fountain for a drink. "Hey man, Coach give you short again I see, you gonna be good there like last year but I gotta get yo pink ass to bat tha ball better. You damn near loss us sum games cause of yo shit-ass hittin". Elroy continued to the fountain, jammering on about the team and the chances for the State AAA Championship. They had not even made it to the semi's last year but Elroy was not the Captain and he was a lot smaller then. This year, he thought, he was gonna get them that trophy!
"Hey Elroy, I'll tell Edna you looking for her, you know she shy". Paul, like all the white boys in the jock classes, was absently adopting the vernacular of the Black gangsta culture, seeing it and hearing it around him everywhere and especially imitating Elroy, who was his best friend now, in all the world. "Man, she got a thin for yew boy. I see her almost wettin las time I tell her bout yew wantin her". Paul slapped Elroy on his butt and leapt away, running back to take up his bench warming position on the reds side. Elroy, laughing back at him, walked quickly back to the blues side, hoping that someone on that team would fail to show. He had to play to shake off the events and deep feelings of the previous encounter with that baby boy. "Sheeeit", he thought, "the little fag boy took my dick.wha the fuck.ah hope he don open his fuckin mouth bout nothing bout it". Slumping down on the bench he began counting the positions taken there and saw that only nine had shown up. He was gonna get some field time for sure.
Paul bent out and looking over at the reds bench and Elroy, knew something was going on. He had smelled the cum all over Elroy and wondered why he was talking about havin more of it with Edna when he wasn't telling nothing about it to him..and that kid smelled of it too. Paul was a smart white boy but he knew better than to challenge Elroy about it. Passing it off, he too counted the members of the league practice reds who showed up. It was approaching game time and the field-grooming machine had finished with the infield. The chalk-lineman was just completing the batter box and the umpire and two coaches walked to the backstop, traded lineups, and, returning to their separate benches, the blues coach hollered, "take the field. Elroy you take right", and the reds coach, one foot down on the dugout steps, pointed at Paul and said, "boy, you bat eighth. Both boys pounded their gloves and began the banter so typical of a league game chuckling and calling out to encourage the field play or the batter as the game commenced into the night.
Elroy peered into the brightly lit infield. The game had been a blowout with both sides getting their licks and the score was a useless 17 to 14, in favor of the reds. Elroy was getting lots of fielding and batting practice. He was also getting lots of attention and tips from one of the regulars and one of the few blacks on the two teams, guy the team called Rak or Rakeem, who was playing center. As they fielded they talked back and forth about anything and everything that came into their minds. "Where you working Rak", Leroy asked, just finishing the throw-back to the infield on a fly out. "Workin a the Jarroom baboy. y' know, Jarrow's autowash downtown, jes for the change and the time off." Elroy knew the man was a fuckup. "nothing but one o' them jailbirds working at tha place", but he kept quiet about it and enjoyed the warm evening, the great play and was thinking about his next at bat. Looking into the batting box he saw Paul banging the clods out of his cleats preparing to enter for his ups and knew he was on the way in. Sure enough, Paul, anxious to get his first hit of the game struck the first pitch hard, and right back to the pitcher who caught it for his only putout of the game and the teams changed positions.
Elroy running in toward the dugout called back to Rak just behind him, "Les get this game man, only two down, say boy?" But Rak was dreaming about what he had learned spending the last six months in jail for possession, how to bust cherry, and that tight ass showin on Elroy was what he had in mind, staring it down all the way in. As they noisily clammered down the concrete steps to the bench Rak playfully whacked that big black ass saying, "Get yo bat boy and lets beat the fuckers". Sitting there, watching Elroy yawning, without a clue as to his intentions, and moving that fantastic ass in the batters box, the man opened his long thin legs and cupped his tremendous jock covering the erection captured tightly there to shield it from the eyes of the rest of the bench and, spitting on the floor, hollered, "Hi tha boll kid knock the shit outa it man, I'll bring you round next up".
Elroy, getting his third hit of the game, a double down the left field line, was left stranded. The blues went down one two three, losing the game, with Rak striking out last and cursing far too loudly, stopping when the plate ump, cleaning home for the last time that night, told him to "shut your fucking dirty mouth man, there's kids in the stands". "Yo mamma", Rak whispered back and as the umpire jerked his head to reply, he sauntered back dejectedly to pick up his bag and head home.
The boys Elroy and Paul walked together back to the parking lot, laughing and dissing each other good-naturedly, Leroy to his 88 Corvette pussy wagon, and Paul, influenced by the purse and poor taste of his own dad, to the 97 Ford sedan. "Doncha forget to tell Edna bout me tomorrow, man", Elroy yelled, as he sped by Paul who was just starting his vehicle. "Hey, yeh, sure bro, morrow man", and, inching forward to move into the line of autos exiting the school lot, Paul accelerated out into the roadway heading back home, happy with himself for the victory and his field play, but blanking out his nuthin for nuthin hitting performance.
Elroy never noticed the truck that had pulled in behind him as he exited the lot. Sitting behind the wheel and following him at an unnoticeable distance, Rak, coolin with a lick of coke, had the radio full blast listening to Cool-J rap and racing like he always did when he was out on point. 27 years old and nowhere to go but down, Rak was all sensation and brainless, letting his dick do the talking for him and for whoever he could get it into. But the boy was happy now. He was goin to make this play. "Tha boybooty was more than he could stan", and he had his plans for it, but he "gotta be cool to fool" the stupid straight boy, or so he thought. Laying his plans, he watched as Elroy pulled through the gates of his home, a huge landscaped estate property, and the gates closed behind him as the Corvette sped to the garage adjoining the magnificent home, leaving Rak parked in the street amazed at the apparent affluence of his intended. Taking note of the name and address etched on the brass address plate bolted to the brick gatepost, he left to hatch his plans for him.
Elroy charged up the central staircase to his bedroom suite and slamming the door behind him, quickly stripped off his uniform, leaving the dirty clothing in a heap for the maid to take up, and entered the sumptuous bath. Turning the environmental shower on to a temp of 110 degrees, just above comfort level but great for his hard aching muscles, the young 16 year old boy, sparkling in a sweat sheen all over his heavily used body, entered to sit on the marble bench and, moaning and groaning in satisfaction for a game well played, he thought back to the gazebo and that little kid he nearly choked with his massive cock and, spreading his legs wide, stroked himself to a huge 11 inch erection and shot again, his cum splattering on the marble floor to be washed away by the hot water spraying from the four nozzles in walls and ceiling. "What a sweet fuckin mouth on tha baby boy. Sheeit, next Friday, thas all I gonna do, wait fo the boy til then...fuck that bitch Edna was-her-name anyway", he thought.
The maid entered and retrieved his clothing, turning down the bedding and placing his favorite snack on the nightstand, two iced cokes and two fat tuna sandwiches on rye. On the tray she left the message left just ten minutes earlier for him. "Your friend Rak called. Meet him at 5 PM after work tomorrow at the Jarroom autowash." "Something about your game".