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Date: Sat, 04 May 2002 01:31:13 +0000
From: Josh10 By_Gosh <josh_by_gosh2010@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tickle Me

  The usual warnings:
- if you are under 18, leave now.
- if you are offended by fiction involving sex between a man and a teen,
leave now.
- if such a fictional story is illegal where you live, leave now. Otherwise,
enjoy.

Tickle Me

Gary had just turned eight when I met him.  He was a cute kid with
dark brown hair and eyes to match.  His skin was a honey brown, at least the
parts I had seen, which wasn't much.  Gary was ring- bearer at his Aunt's
wedding.  Gary's mom was Maid Of Honor and also sister
of the bride.  And me.  I was the limousine driver for the wedding party.

Weddings are sheer torture for an eight year old.  Especially when, other
than the four year old flower girl, you are the only kid.  Too many rules.
Too much sitting around being "still".  I picked the
group up at noon for the wedding.  Gary was the first one to the
limo and wanted to see inside.  I opened the door for him and helped him in
and out.

The rest of the day, I kept Gary amused and out of everyone else's hair.  It
is amazing how often a limo driver is pressed into baby sitting service
during a wedding.  During the three hours of picture taking, Gary and I
played hide and seek.   I always seemed to be "it" and had to find him.  We
were in a large Conservation area by a lake and there were lots of trees to
hide behind.  The game soon evolved into catch Gary; tickle Gary.  He seemed
to like this as he became easier and easier to catch and took longer and
longer to squirm out
of my grasp.

At five thirty, we piled into the car and headed for the reception hall.
As I was picking the bride and groom up after the reception
and driving them on the first leg of their honeymoon, I was invited into the
reception.  Gary soon proved to be a major pain in the ass
as he raced around the room tormenting anyone who was near him.
His favorite game was sneaking up behind someone and rapping his
knuckles on the back of their head.  Then running away to find his
next victim.

When he snuck up behind me, I was ready for him.  By this time,
his tux jacket had been discarded.  He wore the tux pants, a
short-sleeved white shirt and red suspenders to keep it all
together. As he snuck up behind me, I whirled around and grabbed
him, pulling him onto my lap.  He was face down over my knee and
squirming like mad.  I enlisted the aid of the lady next to me.
She pulled his shirt out of his pants and proceeded to tickle his
bare sides.

After the tickling we gave him, he went and sat down for a few minutes.  He
came back several times and we repeated the tickling.
We became his sole focus.  He stopped bothering the rest of the
guests and concentrated on getting caught and tickled.

After dinner, Gary's mom came over and thanked us for keeping Gary occupied.
  She explained that she was a single mom and there was
no one at the wedding to look after Gary.

At this point in the proceedings, I generally excuse myself and
head out to the limo.  This is when the drinking starts and I don't like to
be around when that happens.  Someone is always trying to
force a drink on you.  And as a driver, that is not too good.  So
I avoid the temptation.

This also gives me the opportunity to change out of my tux; change
into something casual; and catch a few hours of sleep.  That was
my plan on this particular night.  It was warm and I planned to
shed as many clothes as possible.   I had explained my plans to
the bride and groom and they had no problems with it.  If I were
still sleeping, they would send someone out to wake me just before their two
a.m. departure time.

I got into the limo and started it.  I drove it to the far end of
the lot, well away from any other cars.  In this way, I would not
be disturbed by anyone leaving early.  I shut off the limo and retrieved my
gym bag and a couple of hangers from the trunk.  I took them into the back
of the limo and started to change.  I hung my jacket, pants and shirt on
hangers.  I took off my patent leather
shoes and the high dress socks and set them aside.

I stretched out and relaxed for a minute, enjoying the freedom of
being partly naked.  It felt good.  Before putting on my shorts, I pulled
off my briefs and put them into the bag.  I stretched out
again and gave my nuts a good scratch.  I took out my tank top and slipped
it over my head.  I had brought shorts that were really
nothing more than cut-off track pants.  I loved the soft velvety
feel of them and rarely wore anything underneath.  I would put on
socks and track shoes later.

It was at that moment that I detected a movement by the side
window.  Now, limo windows are tinted heavily so that no one can
see inside.  That is unless you put your face up against the glass
and cup your hands on either side of your eyes.  And what I saw,
was a little face, pressed against the glass, peering inside.  It
was Gary. I opened the door and he stepped around it.

     "What the heck are you doing here?" I asked.

     "Lookin' for you," he replied.

     "Why were you looking for me?" I said.

     "Cuz," he said, looking suddenly bashful.

     "Cuz why? I asked.

     "Cuz it's boring in there," he said.  His look indicated that
my question was really dumb.

     "So what are you going to do out here," I asked.  "Does your
mom know where you are?"

     "No," he said, looking down and shuffling his small feet.

     "Well, I think we better get you back inside," I told him.

     "Please," he whined, "I wanna stay with you."

     "Well, we'll see, but first we ask your mother," I said.

I stepped out the door and took his warm little hand into mine. We walked
across the lot and over to the door of the building.

     "You go inside and get your mom," I ordered.  "I don't want to
go inside dressed like this."

Gary raced through the door.  He returned in three or four minutes
with his mom in tow.

     "Hi," I said.  "Did you know Gary was outside."

     "No," she said.  "This little rascal is always disappearing on
me."

     "Please, mom," he begged.  "I wanna sit out in the limo."

     "Well, I don't know if that is a good idea.  This man probably wants to
sleep," she said.

She looked at me as if pleading for me to disagree with her.

     "Well, I wasn't planning on sleeping for a while," I lied.
"We could always go to the variety store and rent a Disney video.
He can sit in the car and watch it."

     "That would be fantastic.  You would be a real life saver,"
she almost hugged me, she was so happy.  Turning to Gary, she added, "and
you behave yourself, little man.  And do whatever
this nice man says."

     "O.K., Gary, let's go get a movie," I said.

I had to run to keep up with him as he headed to the limo.  I helped him
into the back (there being no passenger seat in the front) and buckled him
in.  I went around to my door, got in and started the
car.  Gary was really excited as we drove down the street.  After
all, he had a whole big limo all to himself.

As we got to the variety store, he let me open the door for him
before he stepped outside.  He looked like Ritchie Rich as he
strolled casually into the store.  We found a video and I provided
the clerk with my I.D. so we could rent it.  Gary strolled back to
the car and once again waited for the chauffeur to open his door.
He was really putting on a show for all the kids hanging out in
front of the store.

We drove back to the lot and parked in the back.  I got out and
went back and got in beside Gary.  I put the movie into the VCR
and pushed play.  The movie was Honey, I Shrunk The Kids.  We
settled back to watch.

Five minutes into the movie, Gary became fidgety.

     "What's the matter?" I asked.

     "I have to go pee," he whined.

     "Well, go back to the hall and go to the washroom," I ordered.

     "But I have to go real bad," he said, a tear forming in the
corner of one eye.

     "O.K., you don't have to get upset.  Take the empty champagne bottle
and pee in that," I said.

     "Can I?" he hollered.

     "Yes, you can, but be careful you don't pee on the floor,"
I added.

He went halfway down the inside of the limo to where the empty
bottle sat in its holder.  He pulled off his suspenders and dropped
his pants to the floor.  His back was to me.  I watched as he pulled down
his small white underpants.  I could just see the bottom edge
of his smooth brown bum below his shirt tail.  He picked up the
bottle and placed it in front of him.  I heard the stream of pee
hit the bottom of the bottle.  It was almost a minute before the
sound stopped.

Gary put the bottle back.  He bent down to pull up his pants. This caused
his shirt tail to rise, uncovering most of his bubble shaped cheeks.  As he
grabbed his white underpants, the effort caused his
butt cheeks to part slightly, revealing a hint of his pink
star-shaped anus.  I felt my cock stirring in my cut-offs as I
watched him struggle back into his clothes.

When he was done, I took the bottle outside and dumped it out.
I got back into the car and replaced the bottle in it's holder in
case we needed it again.  I returned to the back seat of the limo
and sat next to Gary.

I rewound the movie and we started over.  We managed to get through about
ten minutes before Gary was squirming, again.

     "I seen this one before," he whined.

     "So why did you rent it?  You were the one who picked it out,"
I said, anger sounding in my voice.

     "I thought I wanted to see it again.  But I don't," he said.

     "So what do you want to do?" I asked, turning off the VCR.

     "Tickle me like you did before," he begged. "Ple..e..a..s..e!"

     "O.K.," I said, remembering a game an old man named Pete used
to play with me.  "Let's play tickle the little mouse."

     "What's that?  I never heard of it.  How do you play?" he said, hopping
up and down in anticipation of some new game.

     "Well, first I have to find the little mouse.  You stand in
front of me and put your arms straight out sideways," I instructed.

I reached for the short sleeve covering the top of his right arm.
I bent sideways and looked inside.

     "Is the little mouse in here?" I asked.

     "No, silly.  There's no mouse in there," Gary admonished.

     "I better check," I said.

I reached one hand in until I reached his armpit.  I tickled him
until he collapsed in a fit of giggles onto the floor.  When he recovered, I
stood him up again and reached for his left sleeve.

     "Is there a little mouse in here?" I asked.

     "No, silly," he laughed.

He squirmed in anticipation as I reached into his sleeve and started
tickling his armpit.  Once again, he ended up on the floor, squirming like
an eel out of water.  I stood him up again and lifted his right foot.  I
bent down and pulled off his shoe.  Looking into the top of his sock I asked
the question.

     "Is there a little mouse in here?"

     "No, silly, there's no mouse," he giggled, barely able to get
the words out.

     "I better check," I said.

I reached my hand into his sock, pushing it down as I reached for
the ticklish part of his arch.  I tickled his foot until he was
doing a little dance in front of me.  I took my hand out and put
his foot back down.  I repeated the process on his left foot.
Gary laughed and giggled as I tickled him mercilessly.

Lifting up his right leg again, I looked into his pant leg.

     "Is there a little mouse in here?" I asked.

     "No!" was all he could manage before the laughter overtook him.

     "I better check," I said.

I reached as far up his pant leg as I could go and tickled him
behind his knee.  I had to hold him to keep him from falling over. Again, I
repeated the search on his left leg.  After I was done,
I gave him a minute to stop laughing and catch his breath.  I lifted
up the front of his shirt, exposing his "outie" belly button.  He
had a small pot belly with the button right in the center.

     "Is there a little mouse under here?" I asked.

     "N...o...o..o..o..o!" he squealed.

I ran my fingers all around his tummy and along the top of his
pants, tickling as I went.  Again, he laughed almost uncontrollably.
I lifted his shirt a little farther.

     "Is there a little mouse up here?" I asked, reaching for his nipples.

I tickled his nipples and squeezed them until they were hard little points.

     "No little mouse here," I stated.

I took my hands out from under his shirt and turned him around.
I reached up under the back of his shirt and asked if there was a little
mouse here.  He didn't answer.  He couldn't stop laughing
long enough.  I tickled his back and sides until he fell against
me.  I squeezed him in a friendly little hug.

I turned him back facing me.

"Is there a little mouse in here?" I asked, this time reaching
around behind him and placing my finger tips along the top edge
of his pants.  The pants were quite loose, held up only by
suspenders.  I reached farther in and found the waist band of
Gary's underpants.  He waited, almost breathless, to see what I
would do.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband and down along the warm
smooth skin of his bottom.  I started to tickle him and Gary
reacted in fits of laughter.  As I tickled, I ran my fingers up and down his
crack, occasionally tickling his little puckered opening.  When I had
tickled him enough, I pulled my hands out.  I placed my elbows on my knees
and my chin on my knuckles.  I sat there looking
at him.

He waited for the game to continue.

     "I can't find that little mouse anywhere.  I've looked everywhere," I
said, trying to look frustrated.  Meanwhile, my
seven inch dick was straining against the stretchy material of my cutoffs.

     "No you haven't," Gary yelled.  "You didn't look down here."

He was pointing to the front of his pants.

     "Why would a little mouse hide in there?" I asked.

     "I.... I don't know, but I think he's there," he yelled again.

     "Well, I don't know," I said.  "Do you think it is O.K. to look for the
little mouse in there."

     "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" he was jumping up and down, unable to contain his
excitement any longer.

     "O.K.," I said.  "Let's see if the little mouse is in here."

I turned him around until he was facing away from me.  I pulled him close to
me.  My fingers found the waistband of his pants and slid inside.  He
squirmed slightly as I found his underpants and pulled
the front forward a little.  I inserted my fingers just inside the
waistband.  My palms were flat against his stomach.  He felt warm
and soft.

     "Are you sure the little mouse is in here?" I asked.

     "I'm sure!  I'm sure!" he squealed.

     "O.K., let's see if we can find him," I finished.

Slowly, a centimeter at a time, I slid my fingers across his
slightly bulging abdomen.  My fingers reached his smooth, hairless mound and
stopped.

     "Nothing here so far," I said.

All he could do was move his head up and down rapidly.  He was not laughing.
  Gary almost seemed to be holding his breath.  I slid my fingers slowly
downward.  As they approached what I knew lay ahead,
I parted the fingers and slid them slowly towards the front of his thighs.

     "No, no!" he screamed.  "You're gonna miss it."

The suspense was killing him.  I slid farther down and brought my fingers
together again along the front of his legs.  I slid them upwards until they
touched his ball sac.  He jumped as I made
contact.

     "Are you sure there's a little mouse here?" I asked.  "Maybe
it's a squirrel.  I just found two little acorns.  Maybe he hid
them here for winter."

     "No, no!" he yelled.  "Find the little mouse.  He's there!
He's there!"

I covered his little balls with the tips of my index fingers.  I pressed
gently on them.  A shudder ran through Gary's little body
as he leaned back against me.

Having kept him in suspense long enough, I slid my two index fingers
up his ball sac to the base of his boy dick.  I was not surprised to feel
that it was sticking straight out, tenting his briefs.

     "Oh!" I cried.  "Is this the little mouse?"

     "Yes!  Yes!" he squealed.  "You found it."

     "And, what's the name of this game, Gary?" I asked.

     "Tickle the little mouse," he giggled.

     "So, do you want me to tickle the little mouse?" I asked.

     "Oh, yeah!  Yeah!" his voice was almost a whisper.

I started to wiggle my fingers around in his underwear, tickling
his little penis and the balls that hung underneath.  Well, they
were actually drawn up very close to his body and really didn't
hang at all. Gary squirmed in excitement.  As I played with the
little mouse, I felt it stiffening even more than when I first
touched it.  It felt like it was about three inches long in its
erect state.

When Gary's laughter subsided, replaced by heavy breathing, I pulled
my hands out of his pants.

     "Oh, the little mouse got away and we didn't even get to see
it," I said, sounding sad.

     "We can see it!" Gary said excitedly.  "Do you want to see the little
mouse?"

     "Well, if you think it's O.K., sure," I answered.

It took Gary all of about three seconds to pull down his suspenders
and remove his pants and underwear.  When he was done, he stood
proudly in front of me.  His hips were thrust forward to give me a better
view of the little mouse.

I almost started laughing.  It stuck upwards between the tails of his shirt,
barely visible.

     "I can't see the little mouse," I said.

He thought for a minute, then peeled off his shirt.  He was now completely
naked, except for his socks.  He was a gorgeous golden
honey brown, except where his bathing suit covered him.  This area
was almost pure white.  His hard little nipples jutted from small
brown circles on his flat chest.  His belly stuck out slightly, accentuated
by the fact that his hips were thrust out.

His little cock and balls were a darker brown and stood out in
contrast to the white skin.  His cock was a good three inches,
sticking upwards at a 45 degree angle.  His legs were slim and
tanned.  The sight of this naked Eros standing before me was enough
to make my cock drool and stain the front of my cutoffs.

     "You can tickle it some more if you want," he said, a serious
look on his face.

I placed my hands flat on his shoulders.  I slid the palms of my
hands down across his chest and over his nipples.  I rubbed my
palms across his erect nipples, making them even harder.  I slid my hands
farther down and turned them so that my fingers were pointing towards his
swollen boy cock.

Gary giggled as my fingers slid over his mound, approaching the
little mouse.  As my fingers reached it, they slid up along its
length and then off of the end.  I took him in the fingers of my
right hand and massaged his hardness.  He let out a deep sigh and closed his
eyes.  Using his dick as a handle, I pulled him towards
me.  I placed my left hand on his upper back and slowly slid it
downwards. Reaching his smooth, rounded cheeks, I squeezed one,
then the other.

As I played with his cock, my hand massaged his bottom.  My fingers gently
parted his cheeks and found his crack.  Gary placed his head
on my shoulder and one arm around my neck.  One finger found his
tiny anus and massaged around its opening.

My right hand continued to play with the swollen rod that thrust
out of his groin.  I massaged the small bulbous tip between two fingers.  I
felt along the ridge and down the scar left by his circumcision.   Gary
moaned into my ear and started thrusting his
hips forward.  I formed my fingers into a tight little tunnel.  Gary pressed
his throbbing head against the opening and pushed forward.
My fingers parted just enough to allow him to enter the tight
opening.  Gary pulled back and thrust forward again.  Soon, he was fucking
my right hand like a pro.  He would pull out until his head
was free, then thrust back in until I felt his balls hit my fingers.

He was breathing loudly and moaning softly.  I continued to play
with his anus as he fucked my hand.  It was very small and very
tight.  I placed the tip of my little finger against the opening
and pushed inwards.  If Gary noticed the pressure, it didn't bother
him any as he humped my hand vigorously.

The tip of my finger worked at his opening and finally was allowed slight
entrance past his sphincter, up to the first joint.  I pushed
a little farther.  Gary's cock jerked in my hand.  His hole was so tight, I
decided to leave my finger where it was.  I was sure it was
in far enough to add to what he was feeling in front.

Gary's little body was driving his boy dick into my hand as hard
and fast as it could go.  He moaned in between gasps for air.
Suddenly, there was an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" that split the air.
I could feel the spasms in Gary's cock and in his ass as his orgasm exploded
inside his little body.  His pumping became erratic as his legs turned to
Jello.  All that was holding him up was the finger
in his backside.

His orgasm slowed after 30 or 40 seconds.  He collapsed onto my shoulder and
against my arms.  His breath came in short little gasps
as he tried to regain his ability to breathe normally.  His cock remained
embedded in my fist, still rock hard.

     "Is the little mouse happy?" I whispered.

Unable to speak, he nodded his head up and down vigorously.

     "Do you think I can kiss the little mouse before he goes back
into hiding?" I asked.

Again he nodded his head in assent.  I pulled him up so that he was kneeling
on my knees and the front of my legs.  I leaned forward and pressed my
closed lips against his smooth pink head.  As I kissed
his piss slit, I allowed my lips to part slightly.  His cock head slipped in
between my lips and I held it there.  Gary placed his
hands on my head to steady himself as a new wave of feelings
overtook his body.

I held his swollen knob in between my lips for several minutes.
Once Gary was comfortable with this new "game", I allowed my lips
to slide almost imperceptibly past his head and down his slender shaft.  My
lips came to rest at it's base.  I held him in my mouth, tasting him and
enjoying the warmth of his prepubescent erection.

My mouth slid back up his shaft, stopping when his head was still inside.  I
tongued his head while still gripping him between my
lips.  He started to sigh and moan.  His fingers gripped my hair tightly,
causing me a little pain, but not enough to make me stop.
I could hear Gary's breathing start to speed up as he got ready for
the second orgasm of his young life.

I played with his head for some time, then slid down his shaft
again.  I started to move my mouth up and down.  Each time I
reached his head, I would pause and allow my tongue to tickle it.
Gary would gasp at each new assault on his sensitive organ.  Faster
and faster, I stroked him with my mouth.  Faster and faster, the
ragged breaths escaped from his lips.

My fingers found his tender balls, sucked up tightly in their little sac.  I
massaged them gently, not wanting to cause him any pain.
Gary reacted by meeting my downward motion with a thrust of his own.  He was
now fucking my mouth in a slow but steady rhythm. Whether by instinct or by
some prior knowledge, every boy knew what it took to satisfy his sexual
needs.  And Gary proved to be no different.  His thrusts got stronger and
stronger as he approached his climax.

I felt his fingers tighten in my hair.  Their was one last lunge as
he forced himself deep into my mouth.  His back was arched as he
tried to increase the contact.  I sucked and stroked him with my willing
mouth.  I heard a low, animal-like moan.  Gary's body
started to quiver and shake.  I felt the spasms in his dick as he
shot his first dry load into my mouth.  I sucked, eliciting
moans and sighs from his sweet boy lips.

When the last spasm had faded, Gary leaned forward onto my shoulder.
I still held him in my mouth, but this time, he was softening.
I managed to pull free.  I kept my face close to his young cock.
I studied it, burning every blood vessel, every curve, every little bump
into my memory.  This image would have to stay with me, as
I would probably never see Gary again.

Finally, I pulled myself upright and cuddled Gary in my lap. He was quiet.
A serene smile played across his small lips, making his face look pure and
angelic.  He was at peace, deep in his thoughts.

     "Is the little mouse happy?" I asked.

     "Yeah," he answered, hoarsely.

     "Is the little mouse ready to go back into hiding?" I asked.

     "No, can I sit like this for a while," he asked.

I answered him by hugging his naked body to my chest.  I was
painfully aware of my swollen hard cock pushing upwards against
Gary's bum.  Once he was gone, I would most certainly have to jack
off and probably find a fresh pair of shorts.  One that was not
sticky from my precum.

After about ten minutes, Gary started to wiggle around a bit.

     "Is that your little mouse?" he asked, squirming on my hard
dick.

     "Yes," I replied, "only he's not so little any more."

     "Can I see your big mouse?" he asked.

     "Well, I guess that's only fair," I answered.

Gary slid off my lap.  I arched my hips and back and slid my shorts down to
my ankles.  My cock instantly sprang free, pointing at
Gary's face.  There was a look of awe and wonder on his face.

     "It IS big," he whispered as if someone else might hear him.

He reached a finger towards it.

     "Can I?" he asked.

I nodded yes.  His finger touched my shaft and caused it to jerk upwards.
His finger traced down to the base then back up, stopping
at the ridge.  He ran his finger around the ridge, sending a shiver through
my body.  His touch was like a feather.  His finger slid up
and around my head until it found the sticky fluid all around my
piss slit.

     "What's that?" he asked, gathering some on his finger and
sniffing at it.

     "That's milk.  When this mouse gets excited, he gives out some mouse
milk," I said.

Gary laughed.

     "Mice don't give milk.  Cows do," he giggled.

     "Well, this mouse gives milk," I reaffirmed.

Absent-mindedly, he placed his sticky finger to his lips and slid it between
them.

     "Tastes more like salty soup," he said.

His finger returned to my cock and continued tracing the outline of
the purple dome.  As his finger moved, it spread my precum over the head and
down the sides.  I was starting to breathe a little harder.  His touch was
so light and sensual.

Without warning, Gary leaned forward and placed his lips on my piss slit.
He held them there, motionless, for at least a minute. Then
his lips parted.  His tongue slid out and entered my slit.  He let
it sit there for another minute, before sliding it back and forth, driving
me crazy in the process.

His tongue returned to his mouth, but his lips remained on my dick head.
Several more times, his tongue came out and played the same game.  The light
sensual movement of his tongue in my slit was
pushing me closer and closer to the edge.  I needed to cum - and
soon!

After the third or forth visit to my sticky slit, Gary slowly parted his
lips and slid them down until my swollen knob was in his mouth.
He held it there, getting used to the size.  His tongue made
numerous forays across the tip, gathering precum as it went.  Without
warning, Gary started to suck.  His lips closed below the ridge of my cock
and his little mouth vacuumed my throbbing head.

I'd had many blow jobs before, but this was the best.  And
considering that it was from an inexperienced eight year old boy,
it was even better.  I lay back against the seat, allowing Gary to
have his way with my cock head.  My head spun as the sensations
created by his tongue sent shock waves throughout my body.  I was getting
closer and closer by the second.

As if his mouth might be getting tired, Gary started to alternate between
sucking and licking.  The sensations became even more
intense.  I would have to act fast.  I did not want to cum in his mouth.
Well, I really did, but I thought it might be too big a
shock for him. I thought about explaining it to him before I did,
but opted to let him finish me by hand.

Gently and reluctantly, I pulled his head off my knob.  The look
on his face said "did I do something wrong".  I smiled at him.

     "I don't think you are ready for all the milk this big mouse has to
offer," I said.

With that, I slid off the seat and knelt beside him.  I took his
and and wrapped it around my cock.

"You can still milk the big mouse, but not with your mouth," I told
him.

I showed him how to move his hand back and forth.  Very quickly,
he was stroking the full seven inches.  I took some serviettes
and laid them out on the floor.  Gary's fingers gripped me harder
as my dick started to throb in anticipation.  I felt the sperm
rising as I neared my orgasm.

     "Are you ready?" I gasped.  "Here comes the mouse milk.
Whatever happens, don't stop moving your hand."

Gary gripped a little harder and stroked back and forth.  He watched the
head of my dick intently.  I moaned loudly.  I pushed my hips forward, as I
felt the first jet of cum rising in my shaft.  My body tensed as the first
shot blew out my piss slit, landing on the
carpet, well past the serviettes.

Gary hesitated for a moment, then resumed his stroking.  The second
jet fired and landed next to the first.  Five more jets followed,
but these landed on the serviettes.  As my orgasm subsided, some of
my cum ran out the end of my dick and onto Gary's stroking fingers. When I
was done, I pulled his hand away and pushed his fingers
towards his mouth.  He hesitated for a moment, then started
to suck my cum off, one finger at a time.

As I bent down and kissed him, I said, "the big mouse is happy, too."

I cleaned up the mess.  It was time to get dressed.  Reluctantly,
I pulled up my cutoffs.  I helped Gary get back into his clothes.
I restarted the movie and we lay side by side on the J seat.
Before long, we were both asleep.

I awoke to a knocking on the window.  The door opened and Gary's
mother stuck her head in.

     "Oh, isn't that cute," she smiled.  "It is after one and we
have to get going."

I gently woke Gary.

"I'll bring him over to the car," I said.  "Just give him a minute
or two to wake up."

When she left, I whispered in Gary's ear.

    "This is a very special game we played tonight.  You must
promise me that you will never tell anyone about it.  This game was just for
you and I and no one else.  If you tell someone, we may
never be able to play it again.  Promise?"

     "Yeah, I promise," he said, giving me a big wink.

     "That's good," I said.  "Maybe your mom will let me come and
see you sometime.  Maybe we can go to a ball game.  Would you like that?"

     "Yeah!  That would be neat," he yelled.

We got out of the limo and I carried him to his mother's car.
I gave her one of my business cards.  I explained that, because Gary didn't
have a father in his life, I might be able to take him out
once in a while to do some "guy" stuff.  Maybe a ball game or an amusement
park.

     "Please, mom," Gary whined.

She agreed that Gary needed a male role model in his life.  She
thought that would be a great idea.

     "I'll call you next week and see if we can set something up," she said.

I waved goodbye to the two of them.

I chuckled to myself.

     "Great role model," I said out loud, but there was no one to
hear me.

The End