From: an371697@anon.penet.fi (El Turpial) Reply-To: an371697@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 4 Nov 1995 00:14:51 UTC Subject: TURPIAL1.TXT (1/2) b/bgM,feet,tickle... ================= TURPIAL1.TXT Part I ====== 18K ========== WARNING: This is a purely fictional story that involves cute prepubescent boys and molestation, sexual arousal, feet, tickling, maybe sex, and other sensitive topics meant only for a few adults that enjoy reading about all this perverted stuff. If this doesn't rock your socks, or you are not even 18 years old yet, I order you to read no further. At least, I won't be responsible. I MEAN IT. YOU ARE WARNED! The contents of this file beyond this paragraph DO NOT express, represent, or have anything to do with the opinions, believes, sexual preferences or conduct of the author, myself. Even if it might not appear that way. Note: If you are looking for a hard-core story about children fucking like dogs, don't bother with this one. It will put you to sleep. PLEASE READ: You are free you to post this file in related newsgroups and BBS'. If you do, (which I doubt) please keep the whole file unchanged and don't take any parts from it - don't be a dick-head. And excuse my inglich. It's not my first, or even second language. This is my first attempt to write a story of this type (or any type). I'll finish it and write more soon. I am open for comments and suggestions. If the subject interests you, drop me a line. "El Turpial" ============================================================== Part 1 I don't understand people like my girlfriend who don't think that children can be sexually arroused. (Not that I am trying to convince her otherwise) She said that she had no sexual feelings until she was about 14, which makes me feel sorry for her. Since I was in the first grade in South America, I remember being aroused, long before I was taught anything about it. It was always something very private, although I never considered it dirty or bad. I somehow knew I wasn't the only boy that would be shy and embarrasses, but at the same time exited and aroused, about getting naked at the doctor, or changing in front of relatives and friend of the family I was supposed to trust, or about showing my private parts to other kids. My father always told me that a man was not ashamed to get naked in front of other men. However, I didn't fell quite comfortable doing this. Even about taking off my shirt, or talking off my socks and exposing my feet, which also felt like private parts to me. This wasn't because I felt embarrassed about they way I looked. Actually, most people made me feel unusually good looking and cute. Teachers would tell me that I was the cutest looking kid in school, which embarrassed me a great deal, but made me feel good about myself. Maybe they liked me because white blond boys were not common there. I think I was afraid that some grown up would also like my private parts and look at them or want to touch them, as they touched my face or hair telling me that I was cute. I remember when I was about 11 years old chasing each other with my best friend in school through the hallways. He was a very slim cute looking boy like me. He is one and a half year younger and he was about 6 inches shorter than me at the time. He had light brown hair and beautiful transparent big green eyes. One day, the soccer coach called in sick, so we were free to go home by noon. I changed into my tennis shoes, staying in the rest of my soccer uniform, which consisted of a tight bright orange T-shirt and loose wide blue short that hardly cover my underwear. My friend somehow knew that the coach wasn't coming, so he stayed in the regular school uniform, which was blue-jeans and a white long-sleeve shirt. I hanged around in school with him after we were dismissed and most kids had left. We ran around in the hallways playing hide-and-seek. We had ran so much that we were exhausted after half an hour. He was sweating a lot and breathing really fast, while shaking his shirt trying to cool off. He sat down on the second of two steps in the middle of the hallway in the new kindergarten section, still under construction, which was empty because few kids there had just returned to their classes after their recess. I sat on his right side, feeling his warm body still panting. He started undoing the buttons of his shirt, occasionally blowing into his sweaty chest and stomach trying to dry off while telling me how he enjoyed sliding on the polished hallway floors running around the corners. I couldn't avoid peeking inside his shirt at his exposing torso which was considered by me a private part. He said that he could feel his heart pumping really fast after running so much. I think I started getting aroused from the moment he the undid first button. After giving it a long thought, I placed the palm of my hand on his bare chest to feel his heart beat, nervously wondering how he would react. He looked at me with a smile like saying "can you feel it?". I felt my head heavy and a shivering sensation running down my spine that tighten my butt muscles. I felt so great about him letting me touch his warm wet and tight little bare chest moving from his heavy breathing while we looked at each other smiling only inches apart. I looked closely at his tiny, almost invisible blond cute hairs on his tanned left cheek, and at his tiny sweat drops building up on his perfect skin all over his face. He had the most refined and beautiful little nose, eyes, cheeks, ears. Almost like a beautiful girl. Even at that early age, before I knew about sex or masturbation, I fantasized about running the tip of my tongue through his skin, following a drop of sweat that come from his hair, running down his right ear and perfect cheek to his delicate pointy chin and dropping at the base of his neck. After about half a minute, I woke up from my fantasy and continued to listening to his story about how he fell and slid half way into the bowling track and still hit a strike. His story wasn't hard to believe because he was always doing this sort of crazy things I admired him for and that made me laugh hysterically. I couldn't stop laughing just imagining how fast he must of come running into the track with that bowling ball. I also loved that he wouldn't mind, or even react at all when I got so close to him, or when I touched his shoulder trying to get his attention, or when I touched his arms or neck during a regular conversation. I admired his innocence. Touching was something so natural to him. Not much later I found out that he was very affectionate with his parents, little brother and sister. Touching them and showing his affection was something so natural, unlike myself, often too shy to show my much affection. He would hug them, even without his naked torso, or touch them, without realizing, even with his bare feet. I loved it when he did this with me too, while he was the only person I would have this type of contact with. Anyway, after I dared touching his bare chest, he brought his back down to the floor and laid with his hands behind his head, still breathing hard and exposing his cute under arms, chest, and tummy. - He cough my eyes staring at his bare chest, as I said "I can really see your hart beating in you chest." - "Really?" he said, moving his beautiful light green eyes to his chest without even moving his head or changing his expression. He grinned and started contracting his firm, little left pectoral muscle, faking that it was his heart doing it. I couldn't believe my luck and took the opportunity to touch him more. - Jokingly, I said "This is NOT normal. A Doctor should see this!" as I opened his shirt further and placed my ear and left chick on his right tiny nipple, like trying to listen closely to his heart-beat. He laughed slightly tickled, and placed one hand on my right cheek and the other one on my neck. - While laughing, he said "Hee!.. Hee!.. Excuse me stupid doctor, but the heart is on the left, not on the right!" and took his head to the left side of his chest. - I faked as if I lost my balance and fell on top of the naked half of his beautiful body. - "Hey, more respect with your Doctor! ... ", I said. "Nurse!, bring me my tools. I have to examine this patient!" as I placed my forearms inside his shirt, along the sides of his chest, gently touching his warm skin with my open hands and neck, while feeling his tiny stiff pink nipples with my lips and cheeks. I felt embarrassed, just waiting for him to push me away from his bare chest, thinking to myself that It was still worth it. I kept making him laugh with my dumb comments about how I couldn't find his heart and about how sick he was. I was so exited, that I was nervous. I felt the floor moving, like if we were it a boat. I had goose bumps all over. I also felt this cold sensation run from the back of my neck down through my back, lower spine, butt crack, to the base and tip of my erected 9 year old penis. I had never felt my pee-pee so hard. That's when I realized that it could grow from feeling so intensely good like this. - "Help! Get this maniac away from me! I want my mommy!! Uaaaa!" he yelled laughing hysterically. - "Shut up!... " I said, also laughing "... I know what's wrong with you!!" Then trying to make a serious doctor face I said "You are pregnant!" as I moved down between his legs, with my stomach and erection against the cold floor, with my chest over his crotch. I placed my open hands on his bare tummy and my elbows on his thighs, as I opened up his belly button a little with my thumbs, like trying to see inside. I could tell that it tickled him a little, but he kept his hands behind his head. - "Help! I don't want to be a mommy! Go away! " He yelled again slightly trying to push me away with his knees. - "Don't worry. I see you are going to have a beautiful boy." I said, getting on my knees and putting my left ear on his tummy. He was laughing so much, shaking my head on his tummy. He put his right leg between mine and tried to push me away with his leg, putting pressure on my crotch. I wondered if he liked pressing against my swollen pee-pee, knowing how good it felt, or if he was so innocent that he didn't realized what he was doing. I just had to know if his pee-pee was big too, which I couldn't to see through his jeans. I decided to go one step further. I got up a little and placed my right hand on his tummy, tickling it with the yolk of my five fingers, while pressing on his crotch with my fore-arm. I right away felt his soft genitals, which didn't seem to be aroused at all. He continued giggling and shaking his head like saying "It doesn't tickle me!", referring to his tummy. I thought to myself, either he doesn't notice that I was in heaven feeling his dick, or he was faking not to notice. Then I realized that it just didn't come to his attention because it was just as natural as me touching his tummy, or maybe his feet. I just couldn't believe my luck. I thought for a moment that I could just do anything I wanted with this guy. I just enjoyed his penis for another two minutes. I even tickled his tummy with one hand while I rested the other one gently on his fluffy genitals, but he didn't seem to mind at all. He just kept showing me trying to show that he couldn't be tickled. After a while, it was getting rough rubbing my dick on his moving leg, so I tried to hold his leg still by pressing my knees together holding his foot between them. He tried to release his foot by lifting his heel, which made it come out of his sneaker. He let a quick laugh and tried to use his fore- finger to put his right heal back in his shoe. I easily, being stronger than him, pulled his hand away, grabbed the shoe, pulled it off and threw it 10 feet away behind him. He laughed and placed his foot back on the floor. I placed his hands back behind his head and I put my right hand back on his stomach, but this time I didn't move it. We just stared at each other for about ten seconds without moving a hair. I was fascinated by his beautiful eyes. I felt so closed to him. I couldn't believe how much I liked this little guy. I felt that I would do anything to protect him, or to protect our friendship. I saw in his face that he liked me and that he was having a lot of fun. I slowly run my fingers from his left shoulder down, hardly touching his warm skin. I lightly touched both his nibbles with my pinkie and thumb, and continued caressing and looking at every bump on his tight body on my way down until I ended up freshly resting my hand over his crotch, cupping his little penis and balls, and slightly squeezing them through his jeans. Then I decided to look up at his face again afraid that he would seem uncomfortable. He wasn't smiling or serious. He just looked relaxed. I thought I felt his little penis move. I looked down at my hand and I looked back at his eyes. I could tell for sure that his little dick moved again. He gave me a shy smile as he kept contracting his little penis. He seemed so relaxed that I could tell he had no strong feelings inside, unlike myself. I felt slightly uncomfortable and gave him a shy look like wondering if I was bothering him. Then he gave me the most beautiful grin, telling me that I wasn't. He moved his light eyebrows up and down, opening his nice green eyes wide like saying. "So, what do we do now?". I laid my cheek over his genitals and gave him a soft kiss there. I felt that it tickle him a little because he contracted his stomach and placed his right foot over the other one with the shoe on. I looked down at his feet and noticed a mark of wetness, where his foot was, fading before my eyes. I looked at his sock, making a funny expression and waving my hand in front my nose like saying "Yuck, your foot stinks". He giggled and planted his warm wet foot on my bare left thigh. I just loved making him laugh and feeling his tummy shake. I tried a more serious and disgusted face, and looked to the side. Then he rested his foot on my stomach. He was having fun again. I could tell that this was his type of game. He was so innocent. Like a baby. He was just perfect for me. I made another face that seemed to be the funniest one, so he laughed really hard as he tried to put his foot in front of my face. I held his leg and threw him to the side, maybe a little too hard, forgetting that I was stronger that him. - "You are such a baby!" I said, too shy to apologize. I think he read in my face my concern about pushing him too hard. He regained his previous posture with both feet on the floor, and gave me an obvious fake sad look that said "You hurt me!" - I said "OOOOOoohhhhh..", lowering the pitch at the end, meaning: "Poor baby" - Then he brought his left thumb to his mouth like a baby and giggled. At the same time, bringing his left foot up by my face again, challenging me by wiggling his toes. I actually felt a little sorry for him about me being rude before. I lowered my head and smelled his foot, slightly touching it with my nose, making a face like being afraid of the smell. To this, he laughed shaking his body and brought his foot away from my face. - "Aha!, I finally ticccklllld yoouuuu!" I said. - "No, you didn't." He said still laughing. - "Yes, I it tickled" - "No, you didn't" - "I know I did" He was quiet for ten seconds, making a cute serious face while gaining more courage to try again. I knew what he was going to do and realized that I was getting aroused again. I would have been shy and uncomfortable if someone would play with my feet the way how I was playing with his. My feet were something so private that it bothered me when grown-ups paid attention to them, or talked about them. Actually, I didn't like feet in general. I found most grown up feet and some fat kid's feet disgusting, specially their toes. However, nice kids' feet didn't bother me. I was sitting on my legs, with my arms hanging loose on both sides, ready for his foot. When I felt him touching my nose again with the bottom of his foot, I felt really special and close to him, like if he was sharing something really private that he would only share with me. Even tough he probably would have let his sister, parents, or even the ugly school genitor touch his feet. I thought that his little foot was so cute, I wanted to see it naked. For the first time I smelled the boy's foot in my face. It smelled slightly humid, like one of my sneakers when wet, but it didn't stink at all. I thought that the humid smell came from his sock, so I wondered what his bare foot smelled like. Then I looked at his little face wearing a fake serious look that reminded me that I was supposed to tickle him. I started to draw little circles on the soles of his feet with the tip of my nose, which didn't make him laugh at all. I wanted to feel the smell of his foot again, which I was starting to enjoy. I felt my cheeks and nose a little humid from all the sweat from his foot absorbed in his sock, which didn't bother me at. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was his so private white naked foot that he was rubbing all over my face. I felt my heart beating really fast, and the tip of my stiff 9 year old penis wet under my foreskin, separating from my testicles, beating fast like my heard, and pushing against my tight underwear. I pushed the tip of my nose between the base of his big toe and the next one, hopping that I wouldn't tickle him too much, while breathing hard through my nose. I felt the same humid smell, but ten time stronger . He contracted at the heal and I buried my lips and chin in the concave part of the bottom of the boys' humid warm foot. I heard him laugh a little, but he was still under control. I wanted to run my nose through the base of his other toes, but his sock got in the way. I grabbed the tip of his sock with my teeth and pulled it, making his sock slide out about half way, exposing his untanned ankle, but not his heal yet. His socks slid out easily because they were pretty used and stretched. He opened his toes wide in his loose sock, and tried to grab my nose, cheeks and mouth with his little toes. He spent about two minutes trying to grab my face from somewhere, while I moved my head making it difficult for him, extending the length of his performance. He had the cutest expression, like a sexy spoiled little boy who knew how cute was. I stopped moving for two seconds and he gripped my nose so tight that it hurt a bit, so I pulled away and hold my nose with my right hand. - He said "I am sorry!", with a face of concern like he meant it. I smiled at him, still holding my nose. He smiled back and put his warm foot back on my face, touching it from chin to forehead, as I lowered my hand to hold my stomach which all this time had felt as if I was going down an elevator. Then he patted my nose gently downwards a few times with his sole and toes. I turned cold, as his heal was exposed. It looked skinny and even whiter that his ankle. Maybe he had been exposed to the sun wearing shoes with no socks, but his feet had only been exposed inside home. His seemed so smooth and soft, without any hair or pores from his tight calf, to the bottom of his now dry heel. Like most prepubescent boys' feet in urban areas, it didn't have thick rough skin at the bottom of his feet. His skin there was as soft and smooth as the palm of his hands. As it had been the case so far, I couldn't just follow my instincts and feel his naked foot on my face. I had to do it as if I was just having a hard time trying to tickle him. - "Grrrrrr, Ahhhrrr," I went, like a dog, trying to softly bite his heal. - "AAAAhhh!", he went in a high pitch tone, tickled, and retracted his little foot a few inches from my face afraid that I would bite it. Trying not to scare him away, I went like a friendly dog, with my hands hanging from my wrists in front of my shoulders. He continued smiling as he brought his lovely half naked foot up in front of my face where it belonged. I sniffed on his heal and sole, sticking my nose under his sock, feeling his naked foot on my lips and chin. The contact with his bare foot seemed to tickle him, but he tried not show it. - "Give up?" I said. - He shook his head and said "mmm mmm", prepared for more torture. I hold his sock and ankle with my left hand, slowly and gently sliding my whole right humid hand under his loose sock, caressing the sole and toes of his foot. He shut his eyes tight, opened his mouth wide, and raised his shoulders holding his breath, trying really hard not to laugh. Has so cute, like a little monkey. He calmed down a little as I run my fingers slowly through his toes, played with them, grabbing each toe between my thumb and forefinger, gently twisting them and feeling between them and over his tiny toenails. I looked at his thin fingers, relaxed on his tummy, wondering what his toes looked like. I felt the urge to see them, feel them, put them close to my face. I was tired of playing games. I had to get him naked there. I separated my wrist from his heel, as his sock slid out and dropped between his genitals and ass, and slid down to the floor between his legs. I felt as if it had fell on my little balls, and brushed down my crack and little ass-hole. There it was! The cute boy was holding his little naked foot in front of my face, waiting to be tickled. It was beautiful. His little toes, its slim figure, perfect sample of a boys foot. The most beautiful foot I ever saw was on that same day I realized my passion for the first part of a little boy's body I learned to love, their little feet. I was very hot and cold at the same time. I was so tense I couldn't move just trying to keep my balance as I was standing on my knees. I leaned forward a bit to look at the part I was most curious about, the part of toes where his toe nails were. They looked so clean, perfectly shaped, unlike my own which didn't make me proud. His big toe nail wasn't the longer than wider type, with this fat looking flesh on the sides and tip that made it look fat, as I thought of mine. All of his toes and nails were just perfect, and seemed like they were constantly taken care of. I could no longer play the ticking game and hide my feelings. - I said "So you think I can't tickle your little foot?" as I felt with both hands, fingers, face and lips. I couldn't control myself. I ferborsly licked his whole foot, sucked his little toes, licked between his toes, like a hungry cave-man eating chicken BBQ. All that existed was his foot and me. As I performed oral sex on the boy's foot, I felt in my rectum and between my legs under my balls something getting really stiff, that gave me the most intense pleasure I never thought possible. I spent about a minute eating his foot, until I remember that he was there looking at me. I felt an electric shock of pleasure all over my body as I saw the cute boy there, laying calmly on the floor, giving me his so private foot to suck. I stared at his eyes, sucking at the three little toes in the middle. I asked if it tickled him. He smiled calmly and shaked his head no, looking a little confused by my appetite for his foot. I asked if it felt good, and he gave me an expression like "I don't know", not knowing what I meant. I looked embarrassed, wondering what he thought about me. I retrieved from his foot all wet with saliva, as he wiggled his toes, not used to all the wetness. I lifted my T-shirt up to my chest and dried his foot with it for about 5 seconds. Then I placed it on my bare stiff tummy under my T-shirt, and dried the front of his foot. I lowered my T-shirt, as he left his still humid foot resting on my tummy. I asked if it bothered him that his foot got like that. He asked me if I liked doing it. I said "Yes!!". He took off his other shoe, and put his heal on my chest. I pulled his sock and felt his sweaty foot on my cheeks and forehead. After a few seconds, I was again eating his other little foot like a crazy guy, while he looked at me with amusement. I again felt this stiff sensation between my legs, like if pee was trying to come out. My penis was so hard that it started to hurt. It was pulling my foreskin against my tight underwear. I contracted my buttocks, trying to hold the pee. I reached under my underwear, and made my little hard dick face upwards, squeezing it a few times. I took his right foot over my crotch, rubbing it over my short. He grabbed with his toes the tip of my foreskin sticking out the band of my shorts. Then he pulled away and put his little foot on my thigh under my shorts. I slid his foot up on my hip, exposing my balls through the leg of my shorts. It was more that I could handle. An orgasm was building up slowly. I moved his leg to the left, squeezing hard his little foot inside my shorts on my hot penis with my left hand, while holding his foot tight with my right hand, running my tongue between all his toes inside my mouth. My penis was alive, contracting with my heart, squeezed between his foot and my pelvis, being twisted right and left. I was moving his foot to the sides, like shaping hard dough to make bread sticks, rolling the head of my dick on all his toes. Slowly, time froze, and so did I. I couldn't move. Nothing moved, except for my 11 year old thick transparent cum slowly forcing his way out my shaft. If I hadn't been so shocked, I would have been concerned about peeing on his foot. After about 20 motionless seconds, I continued to breath, hard and loud through my mouth. I felt like I was being slowly teleported into this world from a trip through the past. This scary thing that happened to me faded as slowly as it build up. It was long like a girl's orgasm getting fucked in slow motion. I never felt anything half half half that intense before. My friend was scared. I realized he had been talking to me. - "Are you OK? What is it?" he asked really scared. - "hhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhh I hhhhh don't know hhh hhhhh hhhhh hhhh " I managed to say, as I slowly collapsed over him, like a coat sliding off its hanger. He took me between his arms, with my face resting under his neck. He grabbing my head in his hands, and run his fingers over my sweaty forehead. - "Don't do that again" he said. - "Oh hhhh ... it was hhh ... mmmmhhhh ... great." - "I thought you were going to faint. You turned white!" - "I was scared, hhhh but I ... was... great!" We laid there silently for a few minutes as I recovered my strength to get up. He seemed very loving, like patting his sick little brother. Afraid that someone might see us, I tried to get up as I moved my head up, when my body froze again. It was Vicente, the school maintenance/cleaning/handyman at the end of the hallway, staring while slowly mopping the floor. I felt ashamed, scared, cold, sick, red, ashamed. I never really found out from him how long he had been there watching. He saw my obvious shame, as I got up pretending that we were just wrestling. The man laughed as he continued moping the smooth concrete floor, slowly coming this way. My friend saw him, but didn't seem to care much. I wanted to leave, but he didn't stop wrestling, laying on top of me, hugging at my knees and choking my neck with his feet. I looked at Senjor Vicente with a an embarrassed smile, as he pinched his hard-on and said "Par de Dos!", with the typical slow intonation, as they said on TV. I was frightened when I saw the size of his long shaft pulled to the side inside his pants. He kept staring at my shorts, massaging his discussing huge penis. I found him repulsive. He bend down towards me and gently pinched my dick between my friend's legs and said. "I like you, cutie." I was so scared and ungry that I couldn't move. My friend was facing down, still on top of me, and didn't realize what was going on. Neither did I want him too. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-. That's all I have for now. I'll write more about when I went to his house to study. His parents went shopping with his big sister and left us in charge of his little skinny 6 year old brother to make sure he takes a shower and does his homework. He hanged around in his towel, and played to be a puppy. I shot him with my fingers, as he fell dead on the carpet, and I saw his stiff thin penis poking out between his legs. As a good doggy, he licked my face, fingers, lips and tongue, as well as his brother's feet and ears. We all got in the doggy mood and we all licked each other's balls hanging between our legs. I licked the big dog's little ass, and made the puppy fuck it, the way we had seen dogs do it. The little guy didn't want to take a shower, so we had to take one with him. He pissed in the shower. His big brother got mad, but I wet my feet in it, and rubbed the pee all over them. They thought it was funny, and we all peed all over each other. I even got the little brother taste his big brother's piss. I pushed my friend, as he pissed all over his little brother's face, sticking out his little tongue in his tight mouth. He cried as we turned off the water and didn't let him rinse. I felt so sorry for him afterwards that I let him lick my wet foot to get rid of the pee-pee taste. Wet kissing also helped, as he sucked my saliva and spit it on his brother who he was pissed at. His brother enjoyed being mean to his little brother and make him cry, while I was the comforting one who would cuddle with him and kiss him, as I got a lot of affection back. The kid was so naive, that he believed every story we tell him ... .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. There are other stories, such as what Vicente made me do keep quiet about what I he saw at the hallway. And then, what I made him do to keep quiet about child molestation. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. Later that week, I went to study some more at my friend, but he stood me up and went with his uncle to try his new speed boat. I perfectly understood him, and said that I would have done the same. His 14 year old sister felt sorry for me, and asked me to keep her company, being in the big house all by herself. She looked just like the girl from the Karate Girl Movie. She told me to get comfortable in my underwear, as other kids at my age did on hot days. She found it so natural and cute that I got aroused exposing my private parts to her. She also tought me to not be shy about my feet either, as she clipped my nails and made them my feet cute. She showed no initiative in playing with my feet, but she didn't mind when I put them on her face to cover her eyes, when they showed violent scenes watching the Mad Max movie. She actually hold my feet at her face during the whole movie, in case something scary would come up. She played more with my feet at the end, and when the movie ended, she socked and licked my little toes. She asked what I knew about girls and made fun of how little I did ... .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. I also remember later on, at 13, about the black karate instructor from the gym that my father hired for private lessons at home. He thought me a lot about life, women, gave me advice about sex, and other stuff. He knew a lot. He looked and felt like one of those unbreakable wrestle rubber guys when he would dry me after a shower, and carry me naked to from my bathroom to my bed, so my feet would remain dry and clean. I loved how he treated me so gently, like a little kid. He told me that I had to be able to retract my foreskin when my penis was stiff too, so I could have sex when I grew up. He gave me the courage to do it, and made me realize that it wouldn't hurt if I touch inside when it was wet. He showed me how he could touch his humongous penis and it didn't hurt. I thought that it was going to be too rough inside a pussy, so he sucked the exposed head of my dick, simulating a pussy with his thick lips. Carefully removed all the white stuff behind the little mushroom head with the tip of his tongue and ate it. He didn't want to suck my toes, but he ate my cum, did lick my ass and made me ... .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. The faggot guy at the news stand on my way to school. He was know only by little boys to be a faggot. He was always staring at little boy's dicks with no shame, and asked stuff about them. He was so ugly and poor, that I don't think he ever got any. I was his favorite boy. He scare me, buy I enjoy arousing him. There was nothing he could do in the middle of the street. I would arouse him even when his wife was there, who I guessed had no clue about what kids knew about her husband. I would go buy gum with my bike, exposing my balls through my short legs. The poor guy would have killed his wife to suck my balls, but all he got to suck was my left foot's beach sandals. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. I also remember at about 12, on my way to the Computer Institute, it was shinny and windy, and suddenly the sky turned dark and it started to rain so hard, that I got all wet running the last half block. Only the secretary and I made it to the institute. She told me to take off my shirt, otherwise I would get sick in the cold computer lab. She was tall, slim and beautiful, like a model. About 18 years old, the main attraction according to grown up men. I had the whole lab for myself that day, however, she insisted that I remove all wet items first and that she was told by the boss to lock the front door, and close for the day. I was very cold in there in my underwear. She always would come and massage my neck and shoulders telling everyone that I was so cute. I was the only kid there, so I was like the pet of the institute. All men were after her, however, she would always say that I was her only boyfriend, which made me feel cool in front of the guys. Some guys would tell me to "give her what she wants". Of course, I didn't take it seriously, until that day... .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. I used to pick up my little 8 year old cousin from school every day and stay with him until 6 that his mother would come from work. As soon as we got home, he would run all over for a while and I would take off his shoes and socks. His feet were usually sweaty and warm, but they didn't have any smell or taste. He was always used to sitting in the couch and his mom would touch his feet. So he didn't mind when I did too. Actually, I would take off his socks and hold his feet while he had a snack and watched TV. At the couch, I put his feet at my face and smelled them and kissed them. Sort of nibbled with my lips. I would get very turned on, and would want feel them get them wet with my tongue. He didn't mind unless I got them slimy between his toes, when he would move them and made a Yucky face. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. When I lived with my cousin: - After school, I would give him sweat pants or long thermal underwear, without anything else inside, which he would keep until the next morning. When he was sleeping, I used to see under his jockey shorts his pee-pee and butt. I Used to touch them, smell them, I got a little poop and pee in my finger and used to smell it and lick it. Started licking his toes, they would get really wet with my saliva and I would end up having his almost his whole foot in my mouth. Once I got so turned on, that I tasted his bitter ear was, his salty bugger, and his the tasteless dirt from under his nails. I didn't smell of his poop stain, but it tasted, but I managed to taste it. - He would always jump if I tried to touch his pee-pee, but he didn't care if I touched his butt when was laying on his tummy reading a book. I rubbed hard the palm of my hand on his little buns, imagining the sensation in his rectum. I slowly started to put presure with the edge of my palm and thumb in his crack. Once, he started to move rithmically with my hand in on his crack. Imagined his little dick hard. I put my other hand under his kick to rub it too, but he didn't like it. I was so turned on that I almost came next to him. - I carried him and put his pee-pee pressure in my tummy, rubbed my hand on in his butt, felt under his shirt, look at his butt, sat him on my penis. - A few times I used to hang around in underwear, exposing my hard on. When I was too horny, I would fake like I wouldn't notice walking with my dick sticking out the pee-pee hole in my jockey shorts, or showing through the legs of my underwear. I would sometimes touch my dick and massage it in front of him, like something natural. He was used to all this. - I would wrestle with him and put his face on my hard-on and rub it ... .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. I remember when my best friend at 15 confessed that at 8, her sister and friend fuck him. He blamed on her sister that from 11 he was letting older boys fuck his ass. He was very ashamed, and it was a big deal for him, as I was the only person he told this to. I was very aroused by his story. His whole family was a tragedy. His father was fucking the sister which was hard to believe since they seemed to bet along pretty well. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. Another story is about even another friend of mine, my childhood neighbor whose 14 year old sister was sort of advised by her parents to go out with this 29 year old famous lawyer that had a boring law radio talk show. Her whole family were always sucking up to him. She was so innocent, like a 12 year old, small, almost no breasts, and he was always touching her all over, like an old woman. I felt so sorry for her, as I had a crush on her and I hated the guy. I was 16 then. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. When I was about 9, this black 8 year old little friend I met playing soccer on the street come to my house, took a dump in my room's bathroom with the door open, and called me while he wiped. He just wanted to talk. It wasn't used to any of this stuff, but I was aroused. All of the sudden he asked me to give him my little ass, which I didn't know what he meant. He couldn't believe it. He told me explicitly what it meant. He wanted me to do it to him, and then he would do it to me. I thought that getting my pee-pee in there would hurt and be dirty, but him putting his in mine was no big deal. It was thinner than my poop anyway. I was very aroused as I took all my clothes off. As we got naked, however, my father knocked on the door and asked what we were doing. I got scared and said "nothing we are coming out". He pushed the door open, breaking the little look, and saw us naked. He kicked the little black boy out and was very pissed at him. We didn't even know were he lived. That's when he told me that he didn't want to tell me about sex yet, but with the type of friends I had, he had to. I realized that he was pregedist about blacks and said that they like white kids. Now I regret that the black kid become my enemy, as I was supposed to act. We could have been friends. He was actually nice. Now I realized that I was reluctant to exploring sex with him because he just wanted to fuck. Although, the fact that he took it like it was no big deal exited me. I think I would have loved it if he had started touching me, and doing dirty stuff, like licking our tongues, which was the type of stuff that I would have done, maybe from when I was 5 years old. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. This was at another friend's house who was poor, I was 12. They did child pornography at his house. There were always lots of boys and girls hanging around in their huge back-yard. I once came to his house and some old lady I didn't know didn't let me in. I asked why, and she said that they were teaching the kids how to dance, and that nobody should come in because they were shy. I knew it was bullshit. My friend told me once what they did. All those kids were screwed-up, and were always fucking each other in the junk-yard behind my friend's house. I used to go to play soccer with them, but I stopped going because all the kids there were very poor, had no shoes, and most of them were all dirty and not attractive, and always fucking each other. There was always more that one that asked me to give him my ass, or to fuck them, or to let them suck me. I was discussed by their dirty talk, which I never believed they meant, until I started seeing kids doing the stuff in front of me. ... Anyway, I could share a lot more stories, but I want to post this today. If you have similar stories, comments, or questions, send e-mail at an371697@anon.penet.fi. Should I write more?? I don't know anyone who really likes boys feet, do you???? Kid's feet stories??? This is also a way for my to practice writing in English. If you have any advice, or comments regarding that, please let me know. I am afraid that some of my sentences are too long, and if you don't read fast enough, they won't seem clear. Note: Stupid comments will be ignored by the server. El Turpial. (End of TURPIAL1.TXT Part 2) ============================================================