she is banging me hard with a serrated dildo
My story is not meant to be immediate HARD-CORE SEX, I like to actually have a story. It is erotic, but if you're in a hurry for, "She came in and they fucked. Then they sucked. He came all over her face and then she left." This is the wrong story for you. It's about a 17 -year-old guy having a sexual love affair with a twelve-year-old boy who is neglected by his parents. Good luck though. Hope you find what you're looking for.
I had just moved into the little town about 200 miles from the place I was born. As I was moving in a few things, a boy came over and started talking to me. He was a very cute boy and seemed really nice. I asked him why he wasn't in school, and he said since summer was almost here that the teachers had said we didn't have to come the last day if we had turned in our workbook. And I had done that. He asked why I wasn't there, and I told him I graduated a year early. I was so far ahead on my grades I got moved up from sixth to seventh grade a few years back. He thought that was really cool. He said, well how old are you? I said 17. I told him that both of my parents were teachers at the high school. He said he was in the seventh grade. I said are you twelve? He said yes, but I'm almost13. Well, really not till Christmas. December 22'nd. I said, well don't rush, you will grow up soon enough. That goes for me, too.
I had a lot of books sitting around in boxes and needed to get them put on the shelves. He asked if he could help and I said wow, yes, thank you. So many young kids these days are afraid of work, and I'm glad to see you don't mind. We were working away when suddenly he said you know, you are really pretty. I said what? He said, well you are, you're VERY pretty I said, pretty? Yes. I told him that no one had ever called me that before. He kept staring at me. I asked his name, and he said Gabriel. I said, really? What a beautiful name. I said, you know that is the name of an angel, don't you? He said my grandma told me that, too. I kept looking at him and noticed he had on lipstick. Not much, just a little. I said, Gabriel do you mind if I ask you something? No, What? Are you gay? His face got all flush and he looked down like he was embarrassed, or ashamed and didn't speak. Then I saw big tears easing down his face. I said, hey, come here. While continuing to look down, he took little baby steps toward me. When he was close, I opened my arms to him, and he sort of fell into them. I wrapped them tightly around him and said, oh man, I didn't know I was going to hurt you. It's okay you know, I'm a little mixed up about it myself. I believe it's wrong, but guess what? I have those same feelings. I even got beat up one time because of it. He looked straight up at me and said really. When he got really close to me, I could smell something, but what? It wasn't perfume. He smelled like cocoa or chocolate with a faint smell of vanilla. I could see that he had the most beautiful deep sea blue eyes I had ever seen. I said come on Gabe, don't mess up those gorgeous eyes by crying. He said, Gorgeous? I said yes. Don't you know how beautiful you are? Then he really started crying. I said, please don't. He looked up again, and this time he pulled on my neck a bit and after leaning over to him, he put his lips right on mine. What could I do? I kissed him, or he kissed me, I'm not sure, but I guess we kissed each other. And it was a deep sincere kiss. I even got somewhat aroused. I wasn't thinking sex, it just happened. I said, would you do something for me? He looked so sincere, what? I said, well, I would like it if you would be my very special friend and spend a lot of time with me. You would have thought he had just found a Willy Wonka ticket in his chocolate bar. His sadness became a smile so big that he was almost laughing. Really? I mean, do you really mean it? I smiled and said yeah, I really mean it. What do you say? His answer came in the form of more hugging and smiling. As we stood there holding each other, we were kind of rocking left to right, right to left. I said Gabriel, you are amazing. What a big heart you have. Why don't we get these books done really quickly, then we can go somewhere and talk and get to know each other. He said, that would be great, pause....He said, hey, I don't even know your name. I told him Travis. My name is Travis. He smiled and said okay Travis. We worked hard to get the books on the shelves and took the boxes outside to a trash can and set them next to it for the city. I was told they picked up twice a week. Back in the house we sat for a few minutes. I was a bit tired. I had been moving a lot of stuff but didn't have a lot of furniture. Gabriel asked me what I did for a living. I said well don't think I'm a lazy bum but, my folks are very rich. I don't really have to work, but I'm an artist and I do make money from that. I don't make a lot of money, but I do make some. It's mostly that I am very passionate about it, and I hope to get better as time goes by. I may go to college, but I told my folks that I wanted to take a couple of years to see how my artwork goes. If I get really good at it, I may go to art school. They told me I had earned a couple of years off for doing so well in school up to this point. Then we decided to have me live in my own house during that time. I didn't want a mansion on a hilltop or a penthouse in the city, so, here I am. Humble beginnings. It's a nice house, just kind of small. Would you like to see something? Ok said Gabriel. I grabbed his hand and lead him up some steps. Even though the house was small, it did have two floors. So, we climbed up till we reached a large room with a very large round bed in the middle. There were two small rooms off that room. But there was also a metal spiral staircase to one side. Come on, I'll show you. When we reached the top of the stairs it opened up to a very small room. When we got inside, Gabriel saw that the room seem really dark. He looked a little puzzled at first, but I flipped on a light and then grabbed a chain. As I pulled on it the walls began to open. Whoever lived here before designed this. The walls worked like a rolltop desk. Suddenly, we went from a small dark room to a wide-open space. I guess this would have to be my penthouse. There were two recliner type chairs, some plants, and a small refrigerator. Really small. I asked if he wanted a drink, and he took a coke. It was warm out and lots of heavy rain clouds, but not raining. I was wearing some really short shorts, and I almost never wore underwear. I said have a seat. He was smiling as he sat and seemed to like the little secret place. The chairs were positioned one across from the other. I was pretty tired. We talked some, but I think Gabriel noticed I was pretty wiped out. I asked if we could share his coke. It made him happy to drink from the same bottle. Me, too. I said, hey man, I feel like I may fall asleep for a short nap, so, if you want to go you can, but I wish you would stay and rest here with me. Do your parents expect you home? He looked kind of sad and just said, no. I asked, well don't they worry where you are now? He said, I would like to tell you something that I never tell anyone. I said, well you seem kind of serious, what is it? He said my parents don't care where I am. They would rather I never came back. I said oh now Gabriel, most parents care about where their kids are. He said mine don't. It upset me to hear this. I said would you care if I try to talk to them? He said it's ok, but it won't do any good. I said maybe later tonight I will try to go over and have a word with them. He said he didn't won't to go unless I wanted him to. I said, no, stay, stay as long as you want. I had forgotten that someone before me had left some really old vintage magazines on a little wooden crate next to the chairs. In the middle of trying to stay awake I was talking but faded and fell asleep. I slept for maybe a half an hour. When I awoke, Gabriel had one of the magazines looking quite intently at it. It was called "Nudist Scouts". I waited a moment to let Gabriel know that I was awake. I watched through half opened eyes. He was sitting straight up with one foot over each side of the chair. His eyes were glued to the photos in the magazine, and the tight little britches he had on were revealing quite a hard erection. I kind of smiled and thought well, it's probably the way it was when I was twelve. My parents never taught me a thing about sex. Gabriel probably didn't know anything either. At one point, I saw him rubbing his hard dick as though the photos were getting to him. I couldn't help but notice how dirty he was. His whole body seemed like it had not been bathed in forever. And his clothes were just as bad. I thought, poor kid. No one cares...
I had just moved into the little town about 200 miles from the place I was born. As I was moving in a few things, a boy came over and started talking to me. He was a very cute boy and seemed really nice. I asked him why he wasn't in school, and he said since summer was almost here that the teachers had said we didn't have to come the last day if we had turned in our workbook. And I had done that. He asked why I wasn't there, and I told him I graduated a year early. I was so far ahead on my grades I got moved up from sixth to seventh grade a few years back. He thought that was really cool. He said, well how old are you? I said 17. I told him that both of my parents were teachers at the high school. He said he was in the seventh grade. I said are you twelve? He said yes, but I'm almost13. Well, really not till Christmas. December 22'nd. I said, well don't rush, you will grow up soon enough. That goes for me, too.
I had a lot of books sitting around in boxes and needed to get them put on the shelves. He asked if he could help and I said wow, yes, thank you. So many young kids these days are afraid of work, and I'm glad to see you don't mind. We were working away when suddenly he said you know, you are really pretty. I said what? He said, well you are, you're VERY pretty I said, pretty? Yes. I told him that no one had ever called me that before. He kept staring at me. I asked his name, and he said Gabriel. I said, really? What a beautiful name. I said, you know that is the name of an angel, don't you? He said my grandma told me that, too. I kept looking at him and noticed he had on lipstick. Not much, just a little. I said, Gabriel do you mind if I ask you something? No, What? Are you gay? His face got all flush and he looked down like he was embarrassed, or ashamed and didn't speak. Then I saw big tears easing down his face. I said, hey, come here. While continuing to look down, he took little baby steps toward me. When he was close, I opened my arms to him, and he sort of fell into them. I wrapped them tightly around him and said, oh man, I didn't know I was going to hurt you. It's okay you know, I'm a little mixed up about it myself. I believe it's wrong, but guess what? I have those same feelings. I even got beat up one time because of it. He looked straight up at me and said really. When he got really close to me, I could smell something, but what? It wasn't perfume. He smelled like cocoa or chocolate with a faint smell of vanilla. I could see that he had the most beautiful deep sea blue eyes I had ever seen. I said come on Gabe, don't mess up those gorgeous eyes by crying. He said, Gorgeous? I said yes. Don't you know how beautiful you are? Then he really started crying. I said, please don't. He looked up again, and this time he pulled on my neck a bit and after leaning over to him, he put his lips right on mine. What could I do? I kissed him, or he kissed me, I'm not sure, but I guess we kissed each other. And it was a deep sincere kiss. I even got somewhat aroused. I wasn't thinking sex, it just happened. I said, would you do something for me? He looked so sincere, what? I said, well, I would like it if you would be my very special friend and spend a lot of time with me. You would have thought he had just found a Willy Wonka ticket in his chocolate bar. His sadness became a smile so big that he was almost laughing. Really? I mean, do you really mean it? I smiled and said yeah, I really mean it. What do you say? His answer came in the form of more hugging and smiling. As we stood there holding each other, we were kind of rocking left to right, right to left. I said Gabriel, you are amazing. What a big heart you have. Why don't we get these books done really quickly, then we can go somewhere and talk and get to know each other. He said, that would be great, pause....He said, hey, I don't even know your name. I told him Travis. My name is Travis. He smiled and said okay Travis. We worked hard to get the books on the shelves and took the boxes outside to a trash can and set them next to it for the city. I was told they picked up twice a week. Back in the house we sat for a few minutes. I was a bit tired. I had been moving a lot of stuff but didn't have a lot of furniture. Gabriel asked me what I did for a living. I said well don't think I'm a lazy bum but, my folks are very rich. I don't really have to work, but I'm an artist and I do make money from that. I don't make a lot of money, but I do make some. It's mostly that I am very passionate about it, and I hope to get better as time goes by. I may go to college, but I told my folks that I wanted to take a couple of years to see how my artwork goes. If I get really good at it, I may go to art school. They told me I had earned a couple of years off for doing so well in school up to this point. Then we decided to have me live in my own house during that time. I didn't want a mansion on a hilltop or a penthouse in the city, so, here I am. Humble beginnings. It's a nice house, just kind of small. Would you like to see something? Ok said Gabriel. I grabbed his hand and lead him up some steps. Even though the house was small, it did have two floors. So, we climbed up till we reached a large room with a very large round bed in the middle. There were two small rooms off that room. But there was also a metal spiral staircase to one side. Come on, I'll show you. When we reached the top of the stairs it opened up to a very small room. When we got inside, Gabriel saw that the room seem really dark. He looked a little puzzled at first, but I flipped on a light and then grabbed a chain. As I pulled on it the walls began to open. Whoever lived here before designed this. The walls worked like a rolltop desk. Suddenly, we went from a small dark room to a wide-open space. I guess this would have to be my penthouse. There were two recliner type chairs, some plants, and a small refrigerator. Really small. I asked if he wanted a drink, and he took a coke. It was warm out and lots of heavy rain clouds, but not raining. I was wearing some really short shorts, and I almost never wore underwear. I said have a seat. He was smiling as he sat and seemed to like the little secret place. The chairs were positioned one across from the other. I was pretty tired. We talked some, but I think Gabriel noticed I was pretty wiped out. I asked if we could share his coke. It made him happy to drink from the same bottle. Me, too. I said, hey man, I feel like I may fall asleep for a short nap, so, if you want to go you can, but I wish you would stay and rest here with me. Do your parents expect you home? He looked kind of sad and just said, no. I asked, well don't they worry where you are now? He said, I would like to tell you something that I never tell anyone. I said, well you seem kind of serious, what is it? He said my parents don't care where I am. They would rather I never came back. I said oh now Gabriel, most parents care about where their kids are. He said mine don't. It upset me to hear this. I said would you care if I try to talk to them? He said it's ok, but it won't do any good. I said maybe later tonight I will try to go over and have a word with them. He said he didn't won't to go unless I wanted him to. I said, no, stay, stay as long as you want. I had forgotten that someone before me had left some really old vintage magazines on a little wooden crate next to the chairs. In the middle of trying to stay awake I was talking but faded and fell asleep. I slept for maybe a half an hour. When I awoke, Gabriel had one of the magazines looking quite intently at it. It was called "Nudist Scouts". I waited a moment to let Gabriel know that I was awake. I watched through half opened eyes. He was sitting straight up with one foot over each side of the chair. His eyes were glued to the photos in the magazine, and the tight little britches he had on were revealing quite a hard erection. I kind of smiled and thought well, it's probably the way it was when I was twelve. My parents never taught me a thing about sex. Gabriel probably didn't know anything either. At one point, I saw him rubbing his hard dick as though the photos were getting to him. I couldn't help but notice how dirty he was. His whole body seemed like it had not been bathed in forever. And his clothes were just as bad. I thought, poor kid. No one cares...