CHAPTER ONE THE GIFT
The strange boy was making strange sounds, something more manly than a moan but more sensuous than a groan. I crouched down beside the bed, my bed and put my face close to his beautiful, full mouth to try and hear if he was saying something. His breath was surprisingly sweet, but I couldn't make out anything from these shamefully stirring sounds; his long-lashed eyelids fluttered, but his eyes didn't open. He remained passed out just as he had been since my dad hit him with the car just down the street from our house. He was lying on his side, my soft quilted cover almost up to his shoulders showing his strong, "farmer tanned" arms and broad white shoulders. Gently I reached around and probed through his soft sandy hair and felt the big bump at the back of the head where he had hit the ground. It was quite a big bump and there was some abrasion; there had been a little bleeding, but it had stopped now and I was hoping that it wasn't too serious. I lightly touched his forehead. He was still hot, but not as hot as he had been a half an hour ago; I pressed the cool damp cloth against his forehead. He stirred, and I drew back quickly; he thrashed and kicked at the covers until they were down almost to his ankles and then he rolled over onto his stomach and began breathing deeply again.
I took a deep breath to try and still my wildly beating heart; I felt as if a gift from heaven had been delivered to my door – right to my bedroom! His bum was delightful; in his thrashing he had bunched up his clean, tight withies exposing the snowy mounds of his butt cheeks, so round and pure and unblemished. They were so strong looking, yet I knew that if I touched them his skin would be soft and smooth.
I moved closer to the bed thinking I should cover him up, but when I got close I couldn't take my eyes off his gorgeous bum and said to myself "Well it is very hot in here," and left him alone while I slipped out of my sweater.
It was hot, I could feel myself sweating all over. I sat down gently on the bed, and instead of pulling up the blanket I bent down until my face was almost pressed against his white cheeks. Before I knew what I was doing I had slipped my fingers under his waistband and gently slid his underwear down a few inches to show off his crack.
Sighing, I stood up, and without taking my eyes off of his bum I backed up to the end of my bed and snuggling up to the wooden cannonball post and began rubbing my pussy against it.
"Oh God help me, he's beautiful," I moaned and pressed harder and began rubbing a little faster, bending my knees to get more power into the thrusts. My pussy was always needy these days, it needed to be rubbed and petted, and fingered ever so slightly. When I worked my love button I could bring myself to an unbelievable place, but I lived in a very crowded house with a sister (who I shared a room with), two brothers and another child on the way, so I had almost no time to myself. These days I was always walking around hot and bothered and crying out for release.
Even though my mother might walk in at any minute I couldn't stop myself from quickly popping the top four buttons on my high collared dress. With quaking fingers I reached inside my stiff white bra and started pinching my left nipple and squeezing my breast. "Oh I want to bite him, I want to eat him right up," I moaned softly. "I want him to eat me right up!"
Just when I was starting to get to the point of no return he groaned again and stirred. I jumped back from the end of the bed flushing deeply with panic and embarrassment, but he didn't seem to wake. He thrashed a bit at the blanket down at his ankles and rolled over on to his back. I waited a minute, allowing my heart to get down out of my throat, and then crept back up to the side of the bed. I took a long deep breath and closed my eyes against the passion building in my chest. I took the damp cloth that was on the bed and gently dabbed his hot forehead; his eyelids fluttered again, but didn't open, and he continued to breathe softly and steadily through his wonderfully full, parted lips. 'He was such a dreamboat; soooo cute!"
My eyes slid down over his hiked up, white tee shirt to his exposed flat belly and then past it to his tight white underpants. I took another dep breath; I could see the whole outline of his manhood as it strained against the material. At the bottom was a bulge that looked as big as a tennis ball, and then rising from that and lying across his groin was his staff. My eyes widened; it was thicker than a garden hose, thicker than a flagpole, almost as thick and fat as cucumber … and long, stretching seven or so inches across his lower belly with the head just about peaking out the top of the waistband. I quietly pulled my chair up next to the bed, level with his crotch and sat down. Bending forward I put my face less than a foot above him to get a good look.
I had always been curious about things "down there'" and had been trying to get boys to "show me yours" since I was about ten. I had seen a few pictures of paintings and statues, and some rude teenage boys like Biff had exposed themselves to me, but this boy was nothing like them. This wasn't some silly little bundle that you could cover with a fig leaf, it wasn't some weak dangly thing; it was long and thick and powerful.
I couldn't help myself; I had to touch it. I reached out with my thumb and first finger and felt its girth, trailing my fingers slowly from bottom to top. I did it again, taking it more firmly so that my palm pressed against it. I watched fascinated as it began to grow bigger, much bigger. It grew another four inches and stiffened, straightening and forcing its way out of the top of his underpants so that the cute head and a couple of inches of shaft came out the top.
"Now that's manhood!" I thought. "That's what I've been looking for!"
He stirred a little and I froze, but his angelic face stayed calm even though his breathing seemed a little faster. I hiked up my dress and then went back to slowly, firmly stroking his hard cock with my right hand while my left slipped inside the band of my panties and began to rub my special place. I drank it in with my eyes and then licked my lips; I wanted to kiss it, I wanted to place my lips on that beautiful head; I had to kiss it, it was so beautiful!
I puckered and brushed it softly with my lips surprised and excited by his wonderful smell. I kissed it again and again, harder, more urgently; my tongue, all on its own, darting out to explore it as it got even stiffer and bigger. My fingers worked faster on my wet pussy and I bounced a little on the hard wooden seat my whole ass eager. The thought pushed into my head that I wanted to take the whole thing in my mouth, to wrap my lips around it and take right down my throat. I wanted to suck on it, I wanted it inside me, in my mouth, in my pussy. My mouth went slack and my eyes closed as I got near to the very edge of divine ecstasy.
"Hmmmmm … whhhat?" he moaned gently and again I sprang back from him, almost toppling over my chair.
"What's going on up there Lorraine? Is everything alright?" my mother called from downstairs.
I didn't want to shout in his ear and startle the boy, so I rushed to the door and stuck my head out and shouted back. "I just tripped over the chair momma, everything is alright."
"Is the boy awake?"
"Just starting to."
"Well don't let him stand too quick."
"Yes momma,"
"Do you need me?"
"No I can handle it momma," I replied and ducked back inside the room and firmly closed the door wishing for all the world that I could lock it and just be left alone with this wonderful boy for a day or two – well maybe three or four.
He was still lying on his back, but his eyes were open and he turned them, they were a most amazing blue, on me and seemed to try and focus. His cock was still hard and I quickly pulled the covers up to just above his waist giving it one last look of longing.
"Where am I?" he asked, slowly reaching for the back of his head and probing it.
I took his hand away from there and held it in my lap. "Careful," I said, "you have quite a bump there."
He didn't resist my grasp and still seemed to be trying to focus his eyes on me. "What happened?" he asked.
"You got hit by my dad's car in front of our house and fell and hit you head," I said.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Lorraine, Lorraine Baines."
"You have beautiful eyes Lorraine Baines," he replied and closed his own. "I feel a little dizzy," he said.
I took that opening and settled myself near his shoulders and gently patted his forehead with the damp cloth; "Does that feel better?" I asked, my voice throaty with desire.
"It does," he replied; his voice was strong and soft and a little husky. "You have a very nice touch."
I closed my eyes and squeezed my legs together, literally feeling my pussy leaking. I shifted a little closer and bent down a bit more, marvelling at his pure skin.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Tom Smith," he replied, "people call me Tommy."
"Pleased to meet you, Tommy Smith," I said with a sigh. "I think you have beautiful eyes too."
He smiled and opened one and then another of his baby blues. "Now I remember," he said; "My truck broke down and I was fixing it, and I jumped out of the bed and I must have jumped right in front of your dad's car; Geez, I'm sorry to cause so much trouble."
He tried to lift a hand to his forehead but I caught it held it; "Oh don't worry, it seems to happen all the time around here, just so long as you're okay. Is there someone we should call? Your mother, or maybe a girlfriend or something;" I was sounding a little more timid than I usually did.
"My Aunt Bettie, sure. How long have I been out?"
"About two hours," I replied.
He struggled to sit up and I stopped sponging his head, but only moved back a little so that that we were still very close together. I could feel the heat coming off of him and felt myself leaning in towards him, fighting the urge to grab him around the shoulders and hug him.
"My Aunt will be worried, I should call her," he said. He looked at me and his eyes seemed to really focus for the first time. He looked me up and down and gave me a smile that made my heart flutter.
By sitting up he had made the sheet drop again so that it fell a little below the waistband of his underwear; I couldn't stop my eyes from roaming down his strong chest and flat stomach to his crotch. The bulge was still big, but the head of the beast had retreated back inside.
He caught me looking at him and I felt myself flush; "You should cover yourself up," I said choking a little.
His smile grew larger; "And what about you?" he said and nodded towards my chest.
I gasped; I had left my dress unbuttoned down almost to my waist, exposing my large swelling breasts cupped by my brassiere. I went to cover myself up, but I had the cloth in one hand and I felt silly, so I let my hands drop and stared at him boldly; "Well it is hot in here," I said.
"I'm not complaining," he replied in an appreciative tone that thrilled me to my toes; "Just if your mother comes in she might think I was trying to take advantage of you."
I smiled my naughty smile and licked my lips remembering how his cock felt on my tongue; "Or maybe that I'm taking advantage of you," I replied.
"Either way, I think I would be bad manners on my part not to say something," he kept on grinning and looking from my face to my heaving breasts making me squirm a little in my damp panties. "By the way, where are my pants?" he asked.
"Over there, on my hope chest," I replied looking down demurely and starting to button my dress.
"Will you get them for me?" He had a naughty smile of his own, a wonderful, devastating smile.
I looked up as I fastened the last button; "Maybe you should get them yourself, you know, so that we can be sure that you can walk alright," I said in my silkiest, teasing voice.
I had meant it as a joke, so when he said, "You're probably right," and threw off the sheet and stood up and presented his long white package almost in my face, I giggled and, forgetting the chair behind my stumbled back and knocked it over again.
"Lorraine, is everything alright up there?" my mother called out.
"Everything's fine momma," I shouted back while watching his tight buns clench as he walked gingerly across the floor to myhope chest. "He needs to phone his aunt; we'll be right down."