Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2023 10:31:54 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: A boy called Mowgli (adult youth)

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"I'm so bored," complained the ten-year-old boy sitting beside me.
Like a good family friend, I cared for the kid at my place after school.
I'd met his family through his dad at work and sometimes was trusted to
look after their son. Usually, he would be outside playing, climbing the
big oak tree in my backyard or running around playing football alone or
with a friend. While his name was Mike, I often called him Mowgli for how
much he loved the outdoors; but after a recent storm and another
tree-climbing session last week, he fell, leaving one of his arms in a
sling and cast. With the rain unrelenting, it was the fifth day in a row
he was stuck indoors with me, bored out of his skull.

"Can't I at least go outside and play?" the young Mike complained.

"Sorry, Mike, your parents said we had to keep your cast dry as much as
possible. As long as it's raining, I'm on their orders."

He wasn't just a big climbing fan but also the spitting image of that
Jungle Boy character, too. He had warm olive-coloured skin and a mop of
messy dark hair that was hard to tame. His almond eyes were a deep shade
of brown, his long flowing hair from his mother, and his cute boyish
looks from his dad.

He usually spent most of his time outside when he came over, only coming
inside to quench his thirst. His parents worked until 6, a few hours
after school ended, so he often stayed with me to play and wait for them
to return. I had been there for Mike since he was five, watching him go
from playing little kid games to growing into the unique ten-year-old he
had become. It had been long since he was stuck indoors with me with
nothing to do but talk.

"How about we play some card games?" I suggested while the rain kept
pouring outside. "Or maybe we could play Chess?"

"Those are lame..." he grumbled as the rain poured. "Stupid arm."

Sitting on the couch beside me, I felt sorry for him, wearing a frown and
staring out the window like a puppy that had lost its way. His arm in a
sling crippled him, and being unable to go outside was like he had lost
part of himself. I had the TV on, but he just wasn't interested. He had
no interest in shows or computers. He was all about the outdoors. He had
so much energy and enthusiasm, but his injury had taken away his zest for
life.

"It must suck not being able to go outside. Are you hungry? I can get you
something to eat?" I offered."

"No... And you've already asked me that, like, ten times..." Mike said,
continuing to mope.

"Come on. There must be something we can do to have fun. Remember all the
silly things we used to do in the bathroom when you were little?"

"Yeah, and then you stopped," Mike pouted. The clock kept ticking.
Another week of him being down like this would be tough.

"Well, you grew up and outgrew some of the things we did," I explained.

"No, I didn't."

"Well, you got older, anyway. Taking care of a little boy in the bath is
one thing, but you reached the point where you could do it yourself."

The silence was palpable. After enduring five days of terrible kids'
shows blaring on the TV, I felt as frustrated as he was.

"Sometimes I still think about that game we used to play," Mike admitted.
"Like, when I would get out of the bath, and you would come and grab me
before I could get to my towel."

"You mean Raspberries?" I asked, turning towards him.

"Yeah..."

Raspberries was a game we played when he was just a little kid before he
was old enough for school. He was about four years old, still too young
to wash himself independently, so I had the pleasure of keeping an eye on
him from start to finish. Eventually, when he stepped out of the bath,
all wet and dripping, I would often grab him before he could reach his
towel, bundling his naked body to the floor. I would playfully tackle him
while he was still slippery and damp, blowing raspberries on his bare
tummy. He would try to squirm away, laughing like a little maniac as I
tickled and blew on his fresh, exposed skin.

"I'm surprised you even remember that. You were so young."

"Why did you stop?" Mike asked.

Over time I had gotten bolder with Mike and I's game. To him, it was just
a bit of fun to his innocent eyes, but it reached a point where it wasn't
wholly appropriate, and he was getting older to the point where if I
carried on, he might have known something was up. It was a sad day when
we stopped, but I had no choice. My buddy had also gotten into trouble
doing something similar with a boy he had been babysitting, and I didn't
want to end up in the same boat as him.

"Well, you started school," I lied. "I didn't think you would want
someone doing that with you anymore."

The truth was, I missed it terribly. Whenever I saw Mowgli climbing trees
or running around, with his tight little behind moving about the
branches, I couldn't help but wonder how much he had grown. His tiny body
had just begun to develop the last time I saw it, all wet and covered in
bubbles. I never told anyone about what I used to do to him alone in that
bathroom, and he had grown into such a handsome young boy.

"It was kind of fun," Mike admitted. "I still think about it when I
shower at home."

"It was fun, wasn't it?" I chuckled nervously. I'd hoped we had been too
young to comprehend the things we did. While it all started innocently
with tickling and raspberries, I had become more deliberate with my
touches. He would giggle and laugh hardest when I tickled between his
legs or grazed my fingers across his buns or immature genitals, which
only spurred me to do it more, to where I went a bit too far.

"Maybe we could, um..." Mike began.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," I interrupted, cutting him
off. "I might, uh... accidentally bump your arm."

"We could do other things, though. Like, you could, I don't know..." Mike
suggested, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, long dark hair partially
covering his face.

My heart was racing, and my mouth ran dry. I looked at the crotch of
Mowgli's shorts and wondered how much he might have changed. What was
once just a damp little dick covered in soap must have gotten bigger by
now. At ten years old, had he learned what a dick was for and what he
could do with it?

"You should know at your age that isn't something we should do," I firmly
responded.

"Pleeease! I won't tell anyone! I promise!" he pleaded.

His piercing brown eyes stared into my soul, pleading as I wrestled with
my conscience. He still had the pure childlike face of a boy that I
remembered, one not yet scarred by the onset of puberty.

"Mike..."

"Just this once, okay? " Mike strained. "And I promise I won't bring it
up again."

Without waiting for a reply, Mike started pushing down his shorts with
his uninjured hand. He always had been determined to get what he wanted.
Mowgli lifted his butt and pushed his shorts down, his creamy caramel
thighs running to the hem of his slightly bulging briefs. I did my best
to look away, wrestling with my thoughts. I couldn't stop him from
undressing and potentially hurting his arm, but I didn't want to be
sitting here with a half-naked 10-year-old on my couch, either.

Taking the tiniest of glances to the side, I saw he was already hard
inside his briefs. Holy crap, he had grown all right!. What was once
barely a nub the last time I had seen it now appeared as a generous
slender appendage, knocking at the top of his waistband. The crisp aroma
of nearly exposed boy genitals punctured the air, the scent of schoolboy
dick, pee and his unique crotch aroma barely changed from when he was
younger. It brought all my memories of him flooding back, all the times
we had been together alone in front of the bathtub, me drying off his
most intimate areas, and his adorable little pleasure sounds I hadn't
heard in so long.

"You never peep about this to anyone, not even your friends." I sternly,
 reaching towards the elastic of his briefs.

Mike leaned back, watching me make my move, letting me pull his briefs
off his feet, freeing his delicious-looking cock. The little nub from
years ago was now a chestnut-coloured tube that led to a tightly
spiralled bundle of foreskin at its end. With his nakedness exposed, the
scent in the air intensified. He wasn't dirty or sweaty; a ten-year-old
cock in the open added something fragrant to the atmosphere. His erection
stood hard and straight against his tummy, hairless like a caramel
chocolate bar and probably just as sweet. Letting me wrap my hand around
it, I felt its heat, squeezing it and feeling his youthful firmness.
Carefully I peeled back his foreskin, finding the inside wet and juicy.

"You'll make a girl very happy with this someday," I encouraged.

"I don't think I will ever get someone to like me." Mowgi doubted.

"Of course, you will. Can you lift your knees up so I can see the rest?"

With his hair falling across his face, he held his arm aside and slowly
pulled his knees back, showing me his still-to-drop balls and the lower
crease of his butt. Further still, he revealed, his cheeks spreading
open, showing me his tiny ten-year-old rosebud. It all looked so
beautiful and untainted. Unblemished, his luscious cheeks curved into his
crack, his humid backside untouched by anyone but himself for the last
few years. It looked delicious, his hole impossibly small, like a single
dimple in the centre of curved smooth skin.

"Do you wanna try again?" Mowgli suggested in barely a whisper, "You
know...like you tried before?"

It took me a moment to realise what he was talking about. Searching the
archives of my brain, I recalled the last few occasions when I tried to
insert the tip of my finger in there. I'd had him leaning over the bath
with his cute naked bottom sticking out, but try as we might, he was too
tight. Sometimes the tip of my finger sank in, but he was much too small
for anything else.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you or your arm."

Awkwardly but determined, Mike scooted off of the couch, his shorts
slipping down to his ankles as he knelt on the floor. Then, using the
sofa to support himself, he bent over, leaning over the arm of the side,
carefully crossing his arms and cast underneath himself. His bum was a
little bigger than I remembered as I moved up behind him; hopefully,
being older now would mean he could take more. My conscience was
vanishing into the background, but having found something to do and his
bum presented to me, what else would I do?

For the first time in years, I placed a hand on his bare ass, crooking a
finger into his hot valley, finding the moist boy button of his hole.

"Tell me to stop if it hurts, alright?"

"Yeah..." Mike said, adjusting his legs and sticking his bum out
slightly.

I applied a little pressure, barely any, and I felt my finger sinking
into the steamy pocket of his ass. One knuckle, two knuckles, then up to
three before I came across a familiar wall of resistance I had
encountered before. I was definitely deeper inside him, much more than I
had ever been before. It was as if my finger were in the entrance to a
cavern, a short, moist tunnel like a finger glove. Mike's ears had turned
a cute shade of pink but, so far, offering no protest as I readied myself
for the next step. The TV sound was merely background noise now, the
ominous sound of my zipper coming down telling us both what was about to
happen.

"I'm going to try and put my penis in you now, Mike," I stated, though as
much for my reassurance as it was his.

My cock was already leaking when I lifted his t-shirt up and under his
armpits. With his back and ass bare, I nudged the head of my cock between
his crack, his two cheeks parting slightly to let me through. My precum
grazed his smooth skin as I pressed my cock between the space between
them; I knew I would be too big for him, but I wanted to see how far I
could go.

"Do you want me to cum on your bottom cheeks or inside you?" I offered.

"Inside..." Mike replied.

I stroked his hair one last time, comforting him. This moment had been a
long time coming for both of us, and he was incredibly brave. I pushed my
cock in a tad further, the sudden feeling of his hot hole against my
glans like a bolt of electricity running between us. His precious bum
cheeks held my cock in place; warmth radiated from his body, his smooth
ass rubbing against me as I smeared my leaking cock up and down. With my
precum flowing, his crack was just wet and slippery enough to push my tip
up and into his hot tight pucker.

"Ah... you're in me... " Mike said in almost a whisper.

I sure was, even though his hole was so small I could barely fit a couple
of inches inside. The crown of my cock had plugged into him, the flared
head kissing and stretching his hole just enough to create a seal. I only
had enough room fuck in and out a bit, his ass gripping my cock, lightly
pinching my tip at the far end. I guided myself in and out, holding onto
Mike's hips as I went. His boy tunnel's grip on me was unrelenting on
each pass; each fuck the tightest hole I had ever entered. He was mostly
silent during our fucking, which I more than made up for, my grunts of
pleasure a chorus of oh fucks and oh gods as I could never have imagined
Mike's ass to feel so good. His occasional higher-pitched gasps when I
hit the right spot or dared to go just a touch further, were where magic
to my ears, his body struggling against my penis, invading him like none
ever had. I usually would have stamina, but not this time, his narrow
valley and knowing I was finally fucking my boss's son made our first
time all too short. Sooner than I would have liked, my cum injecting into
his ass, his hole quickly sealing shut as I pulled free.

"I can feel still your stuff...in me. " Mike commented as I tucked myself
in.

"Oh yeah? Well, just remember, no telling anyone, okay? Promise?"

"Yeah, I know. I do have a friend who might like this too, though?"

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