Date: Tue, 6 May 2014 21:13:59 +1200 From: That Guy Subject: Boy at the Window - 1 This story is a work of fiction. Events, characters and any sexual encounters are the work of my imagination only. If you cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality then please seek professional help. This is my first attempt at writing anything, let alone an erotic story so please go easy on me. This story involves sexual relationships between an adult man and a ten year old preteen boy, so if that's not your thing then read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy. I'd love to hear what you thought and would welcome any feedback - email me at finnl1623 (at) gmail (dot) com. Boy at the window - Chapter 1 FINN LEWIS SAT naked, as he usually did when he was writing in his oversized leather chair in the office just off the lounge room. He gazed intently at his computer screens with last chapter of his latest novel highlighted in blue as frown lines creased his forehead and his finger hovered over the delete key. Wanting desperately to erase the last 12 hours of work and the pathetic ending of what he thought was a mediocre story at best he hesitated, feeling frustrated about erasing an entire day's work. The storyline had some guts to it, but he didn't want to cry for his characters, nor did he feel as though he knew them like he had on his first three novels and he felt that it was just missing something; something grander than what it was. His hesitation was borne from the fact that his publisher was expecting the complete first draft by the end of the week and Finn was certain he wouldn't be able to rewrite it in time, making the changes he needed or to even come up with an idea on how to fix it. He absently removed his hand from the keyboard and leaned back with one hand to his mouth and the other to his lap, lightly stroking a finger along his soft and flaccid cock. Being naked was quite normal for Finn as he worked alone in the newly renovated home he'd spent countless hours fixing up from the dilapidated shit house that it was when he'd bought it. He had just started working on his second novel and the renovation had been put on the back burner for a while, but between his second and third novels, he'd eagerly dived right in like he did with most things and completed it within six months. It was now a modern sunlight filled home with large open living areas and three bedrooms with bi-fold doors leading out onto the tiled decking and barbeque area. The only thing he hadn't gotten to yet was the landscape gardening and the old garage and shed was still in its original sorry state at the back of his garden. Countless minutes passed as Finn sat there contemplating how he could rescue his novel from becoming the flop that it deserved to be before his mind finally registered the stirring in his loins, the result of the mindless fondling of his cock. His eyes darted to the opposite screen and the little folder icon as he considered opening up his library of gay porn he kept on his computer, delaying the inevitable decision to delete his work and practically start again from scratch. He bit his lower lip in silent anticipation and moused over the icon wishing that any fucking one of his current lovers were here to screw rather than having to just jack himself and cream his own hand. Finn was openly gay but far from obvious. In fact, most people didn't believe him when they found out or were so confused by the fact that he didn't fit into their neat little box of what they thought a gay man was supposed to be. He was constantly hit on by women of all ages but they did nothing for him at all. He'd developed sexually at the early age of seven, masturbating often with images of his male classmates running through his head and had thought of himself as being gay ever since. His first sexual encounter other than at his own hand had occurred just after his ninth birthday, a time that Finn looked back on with fond memories as he'd shared his young body for almost four years with his twenty something year old male babysitter. He often reminisced about that time of his life and fantasized about it while jacking off remembering what it was like to have a grown man grope his tender body, pleasure his preteen little penis and take his virginity when he was just ten years old. But more often than not he would imagine actually being the man and what it might be like to experience the thrill of sex with a young boy. Finn had even gone as far as downloading a few illegal photos and videos and was amazed at just how easy it was and how much of it was available with just a few clicks of a mouse, but he'd soon deleted it all and wiped his hard drive a half dozen times knowing how foolish he'd been. Instead, Finn satisfied his desires by picking up and sleeping with a good many young men from the gay bars around town. His taste usually propelled him towards those that looked like they were still in high school, but his strongest desire of all, to be with a young preteen boy had remained at the forefront of his fantasies. Don't get distracted, Finn silently berated himself and focused his attention back onto the highlighted text and the problem of his character with his hands going back to the keyboard and again hovering over the delete key. Think! The twist is too obvious? It needs to be a complete surprise, the audience can have no idea it's coming so that means the character can't have any idea either. But then why would a thirteen year old make such a journey knowing he was going to die? Frustrated at his lack of ideas and his self-imposed celibacy for the time being, Finn pushed his chair back and paced the room with his arms crossed over his tanned and smooth chest. Get into character! get into his mind. Finn thought as he looked down at the wooden flooring of his office as he paced back and forth. He'd written into his lead character some aspects of his own life, and the best way he found to think like his characters was to do something they'd do, so he turned and walked into the open plan lounge with large panoramic windows and headed straight for his baby Grand piano. Just as in his own life, Finn had written his young lead character as having had years of piano lessons and was fairly proficient in belting out classical compositions in near perfection. Finn flipped a few pages on his music sheets as he sat on the stool and found what we was looking for, cracked his neck and stretched out his fingers before settling his fingertips on the keys. The first bars of Beethoven's 'Fur Elise' rang out and filled the lounge as Finn chopped the keys all the way through the piece ending with the quiet last few bars as the sound faded into nothingness. Finn took in a breath as memories flooded his brain of his babysitter sucking his small stick on the piano stool after he'd played for him and once again was feeling the first twinges of desire welling up inside him. With his willpower crumbling, Finn stood and reached down to grab his cock in his fist and started to gently massage himself as he walked to his comfortable leather couch and laid back with his legs spread open and one hand caressing a hard nipple. Thoughts of himself at just ten years old being fucked up the ass flew though his mind and the images he'd seen on his computer stimulated his senses for a minute as he jacked his cock to full mast before it suddenly came to him. FUCK! Finn screamed to himself. Of course! Finn jumped up off the couch with his hard cock forgotten and skipped to the bookshelf and quickly scanned the rows looking for the book he was after. This could work! it's not revenge that motivates him, it's love. In the silence of the house as his revelation sank in, Finn heard the faint bell from the school on the other side of the thick trees behind his garage signalling the end of lunch for the boys at the preppy private school for rich kids. After a few seconds he absently looked around towards the source of the noise, even though he knew the school was hidden from sight through the trees and his eyes widened in surprise. The back of a kids head disappeared from view as he jumped down from the planter boxes under his window. Finn stood motionless for a few seconds before going over to the window and looked out, spotting the lad slinking along the hedge almost fully concealed as he headed back towards the dense underbrush of trees and was soon out of sight. At least Finn assumed he was a he. He'd had on a bright maroon colored school blazer that flapped at his back as he ducked under before Finn lost sight of him. He knew that blazer was from the school uniform the boys wore after having seen and stared at them so often so there was no doubt in his mind the boy was from the school. FUCK! Finn thought for the second time in as many minutes. Was he spying on me? The thought sent an exciting chill up his spine as the brief image of the boy he'd just seen out his window was freeze framed in his memory; a kid anywhere between nine or twelve years old with light brown or blonde hair and lightly built. That was about it, all that his mind had had time to take in in the short glimpse he'd had as the boy's head dropped away from sight in a blur. He hadn't even gotten a look at his face, just the back of his head and mop of hair before he disappeared through the trees without looking back. Then another thought occurred to Finn... Had he seen me get hard and begin to jack off? Finn had known the school was there when he bought the place three years ago and knew it was a private boy's school. He'd even fantasied about any number of the young boys he'd seen as he arrived home, weaving in and out of the expensive luxury cars and SUV's as school was let out. They were all dressed in their sexy little uniforms and blazers, but he'd never imagined one of them would actually venture into his lawn and he definitely did not think any boy would be so bold as to peak in through his window to spy on him. Thinking back over the last few minutes, Finn thought about what the boy might have seen depending on how long he'd been looking in. He didn't believe in luck and knew that he hadn't just appeared in the last few seconds, meaning that he'd almost certainly seen him jack off. But how long had he been there? Had he been watching for a while as Finn was in his office? Finn looked back to the office from the window that the boy had been at and he had a clear sight straight to his chair and computer. It was no coincidence that the lad had chosen this window to spy in - he was there to watch Finn, there was no doubt in his mind about that. But that could only mean one thing; that the boy had wanted to see and watch him. Did he know he'd be naked? And was this the first time or just the first time that Finn had seen him watching? After a minute contemplating what had just happened, Finn decided to try and forget about it for now and get back to his writing, to try and make sense of his inspiration just before he'd noticed the boy and waded back into his office. There he spent the remainder of the day rewriting large portions and even deleting entire chapters to make notes on what he wanted to write in the following days, putting into words the changes to the young lead character. Already Finn could tell that the story would be a hell of a lot better with the new additions and depth, and he put all thoughts of the boy out of his mind until late that night, just as he was going to bed. He fantasied about the anonymous boy in the bright maroon blazer with light brown or blonde hair coming into his house and letting Finn have his wicked way with him before falling into an exhausted sleep. The following morning Finn got up a little later than he normally would, showered and shaved and headed naked into the kitchen to turn on the coffee. It was almost 7am and Finn went to his office to turn on his computer and checked his email while he waited for the machine to brew, thinking about what he needed to do today. He'd have to get dressed at some stage since he was due to meet his editor in a couple hours at her office downtown, and as he came back out into the lounge heading for the kitchen again, Finn looked back at the window the boy had been at yesterday. At the back of his mind Finn wondered if he'd get back in time to be here for lunch and if he'd catch the little tyke spying in on him again. If he did, Finn thought he might give the little lad a show he'd never forget. It was a fantasy and nothing more Finn knew. In all likelihood he wouldn't return and Finn would never find out who it was or what he'd seen but the fantasy remained and his cock twitched at the thought and sent a wave of building heat into his loins. Finn thought back to his years as the young lover of an adult man when he was nine years old. Jay had been kind and gentle with him and made him feel loved as well as giving him multiple immensely pleasurable orgasms at least three times every week. Jay had moved on once Finn had reached puberty and at the time Finn had been devastated, but he could understand why now, even if it did still hurt just a little. His Mom had been sympathetic and understanding and to this day, Finn often wondered if she knew the extent of his relationship with Jay and silently approved, knowing that he craved the attention of another male since his father had left them so long ago. He wouldn't have put it passed her to set him up with an adult male if she thought it was in his best interest. She'd had a casual and hedonistic attitude towards sex and nudism and let Finn run around all day buck naked until he'd had to go to school. Wearing clothes and covering up was so alien to Finn at five years old that he'd strip naked as soon as he ran into the house after school, not caring which of his friends was there. He'd been so used to nudity as a child, having spent so many days at nudist camps and beaches that it came as a bit of a shock that others didn't feel the same way. His mother hadn't scolded him when he played with himself and got a little boner. In fact, she encouraged it and answered any questions he had about why it got hard and told him, rather conspiratorially, that if something feels good, then to keep doing it as long as no one got hurt. Jay had come into their lives rather abruptly a few weeks before his ninth birthday and his Mom had him babysitting the young Finn within a week of meeting him, leaving him alone with her sexually curious nine year old son at least twice a week and often had him over for diners and weekends even when she wasn't out working. It hadn't taken too long before Finn was asking Jay the same questions about sex, but rather than just telling him like his Mom did, Jay actually showed him. At first it was just fondling his young smooth penis and balls and masturbating him, but within a few days Jay had asked if he could suck on his little pecker and brought him to orgasm. What followed was a sex education limited only by their imaginations with Finn learning how to suck on a man's cock and, soon after his tenth birthday was taking it up his tight ass on a regular basis. Maybe that was her plan all along. The coffee machine beeped, pulling Finn from his memories and he went around the island bench to pour his first cup of the day. He was a little aroused but didn't have time to enjoy himself since he needed to be off soon if he was to battle the traffic into the city at this time of the morning. After dressing and gulping down a second coffee Finn left the house at 8:25am and slowly drove down the street, scanning the cars and boys walking along the sidewalk to see if he recognised the back of any heads with light brown or blonde hair. But after reaching the end of the street and turning onto the main road he'd not recognised any of them and set his mind to the meeting he had with his editor and the extension he was going to be asking for to get his latest novel right. It was a gruelling affair, his editor jumping up and down about deadlines and publishers, release dates and marketing schedules but in the end, after she'd settled down, he showed her his outline and notes on the improvements and she was forced to agree it would sell better with a rewrite. It took a couple hours but he'd finally sold her on the idea and now he had an additional four weeks to deliver her another best seller. He was elated and felt so much more relaxed on the drive home than he had on the way out to see her. He hadn't even realised he was so wound up and tense until it started to ease and Finn debated whether to call in on one of his lovers to help him relax, but decided to head home instead... just in case. If nothing else, he'd enjoy a good old wank either way. Finn made it home in pretty good time, parking his classic '69 Mustang straight into the garage at about 12:30pm that afternoon, well after lunch started for the boys just through the trees at the bottom of his yard. As soon as Finn stepped into the lounge, he purposefully avoided looking directly at the window in the off chance that he was there. He didn't want the boy to know he'd been spotted and scare him off if he could avoid it, but he kept a look out from the corner of his eye as he pulled off his jacket and tie and toed his shoes off his feet. As he expected, there was no sign of the lad as Finn stripped in his bedroom and came back out into the lounge once again completely naked and just a little hard, his cock swaying from side to side under his trimmed pubic mound as he walked behind the island bench to grab another coffee. After collecting his iPad from the office, Finn sat at the bench and browsed Facebook and checked his email again with his eyes on the lookout for the mop of hair poking above his windowsill. While he was willing the boy to appear, he didn't actually think he would so his heart skipped a beat when he saw a slight movement of color from under the canopy of trees. The boy threaded his way behind cover down his lawn and around the side of his house. Finn desperately fought the urge to turn his head and look at the window while his pulse raced and it felt as though his stomach was in his throat. He nervously put his coffee down on the bench and turned his body very slightly while moving his iPad around on the bench and saw the mousy blonde hair rise up over the sill and eyes peeking up over the edge to look in at him. The kid wasn't so stupid as to poke his whole head up and show his face, so that's all Finn could see of him. Being across the other side of the large room he couldn't get a good look at him, especially from just the corner of his eyes. Holly shit, Finn though silently thought to himself. This is really happening! I'm being peeped on in the nude by a preteen boy! His cock started to rise between his legs and Finn willed it not to get hard, but it was a lost cause. Keeping his face down looking at the screen on his iPad, Finn got up and casually strolled into the lounge and noticed from the corner of his eye the boy scoot down a little but didn't remove his eyes from the rim of the windowsill completely. Finn turned to the soft leather armchair at a slight angle to the window, and with his head still down gave the boy a full frontal look at his body from just a few meters away. After just a few seconds he sat down and settled into the chair with his legs parted holding the iPad up in front of his face, but not too high; Finn was able to look over the top at the boy while appearing to be engrossed in the device. While he still couldn't see much of him, his dark blonde hair was thick and styled into a shaggy mop with long bangs down his forehead and he had eyes that seemed to radiate, yet Finn couldn't quite make out the color. Thoughts and images screamed through Finn's head as he sat in paralyzed indecision whether to jack off in front of the kid or not, even though it turned him on so immensely to have a young boy watching him. Eventually, his lust and desire as well as his imagination of having his hands roaming over the body of a preteen cherub and going down on him won out. Very slowly, Finn moved his hand up to his chest and held the iPad slightly to one side so the boy could see and circled his fingers around a hard dark brown nipple. His cock was growing at the thought of the boy watching him and slid down to fondle his circumcised semi-hard dick, massaging his hand up and down as it quickly reached its full six and a half inch (16.5cm) length. Finn's eyes were focused on the lad at his window over the top of the iPad, watching him and saw his young eyes widen, but the boy stayed where he was with his eyes glued to Finn's crotch watching him slowly jack off. The thought of a young preteen boy watching him had Finn so hot and horny that his cock was soon slick with sticky pre-cum in eager anticipation. Giving the lad the show he obviously wanted fueled Finn's desires and his paced quickened, holding onto his rock hard prick and hammering up and down as he put the iPad down on the arm and lent his head back, still keeping the boy in the corner of his eye to make sure he didn't disappear. With both hands now free he slid the other down to grab his shaved balls and squeezed them tightly and groaned in blissful pleasure knowing that the boy was getting more than he ever bargained for. Through half closed eyes, Finn noticed the hands that were on the outside edge of the windowsill were gone and the boy stole quick glances downward before locking his eyes back between Finn's legs and his man sized cock being jacked in fast strokes. Finn couldn't believe it but knew what he was doing; the boy was getting aroused and was either rubbing himself off watching Finn or at the very least feeling his own little boner. With that realization, Finn felt his balls tighten and the orgasmic sensations tingled deep inside his body at the root of his cock and exploded in a shower of cum that drenched his chest and splatted over the leather of the chair. With each new stroke Finn gave it, his cock bulged and spewed cum over his hands that ran down his shaft and balls to drip down between his legs as his bottom lip quivered in delight. Again, without looking, Finn could still see the boy at his window staring in fascination as he came down off the high of orgasm and squeezed his softening cock to force out the last of his cum before letting it drop back onto his navel. Suddenly the mop of dark blonde hair disappeared down below the window and Finn heard a faint thud as he stumbled off the planter boxes only to see him again from the bi-fold doors heading back towards the trees, only this time he didn't go under them. Instead he turned left and ducked behind the dilapidated detached shed right at the back of Finns yard. I know what you're going to do! Finn thought as he hurriedly cleaned himself up and dashed into his bedroom to pull on an old pair of sweaters and T-shirt without bothering with underwear . He quietly opened the back door and crept along the grass in his stocking feet to the shed, thanking whatever God there was that he'd left the door unlocked and open. Finn planned to get inside undetected and would hopefully watch the boy jack himself through the many dozens of gaps and cracks in the siding. That is, if Finn was right about what he thought the boy was about to do, but he was sure he was after the kid had ducked behind the shed. What else was he going to be doing back there? There was no other way out from behind the shed other than the way he'd gone in. Standing on tippy-toes as he reached the shed so as not to make any noise at all, Finn quietly stepped inside watching where he put his feet, being careful not to stand on anything that would announce his presence. With his heart pounding in his chest, Finn scanned the far wall looking for breaks where the sun streaked in between the gaps, knowing that the boy would shadow whatever light was hitting the far side. He could immediately see where the lad was, standing down at the back of the shed and Finn moved in that direction careful not to make a sound. He could hear the boy shuffling around and the distinct sound of dry grass crunching under his feet and as he got to within just a few feet of the boy, Finn heard what he thought was stuttered rasps of breath coming from the lad, confirming Finn's guess at the boy's intentions. Finn inched closer and cringed at the old weathered floorboards creaking under his feet, but the preteen boy's sounds carried on as though he hadn't heard. Finn desperately wanted to see the boy and watch him, to see his little bald cock up close and feast on his preteen body even if he never got to touch it. His own cock was hard again at just the mere thought of seeing a naked little boy so close to him and his whole body seemed to be on fire with a craving for him so intense he wanted to scream. The boy had chosen a spot as far to the back of the shed as he could get which made it all the more difficult for Finn to see him since there were relatively few peep holes for him to get his face to. He caught snatches of his maroon blazer and buttoned white shirt and directing his eyes down to a lower gap, he could see the boy's shins with his trousers in the dirt around his ankles. Straining his neck and being careful not to lean into the flimsy wall, Finn watched as the preteen boy worked his little penis back and forth under the cover of his shirt and blazer, although most of what he 'saw' had to be filled in as he couldn't actually see the boy's hands. Goddamn it! Finn cursed. He could barely see a bloody thing and knowing that a young and probably smooth as all fuck boy was inches away from him jacking off made his yearning all the stronger and the ach in his groin burn hotter, but he couldn't do a fucking thing about it. Finn could tell though that the boy was facing in towards him with his head leaning against the rotting weatherboards as he yanked on his young organ, quietly panting and shifting his feet every few seconds. He wondered what the boy was fantasizing about and whether he was playing back in his mind the sight he'd seen of Finn jacking himself and creaming his own chest or if he was imagining Finn going down on him and sucking his small hairless pole. Right then Finn couldn't have cared less if the boy was the cutest and sexiest little fucker he'd ever laid eyes on or if he was a plain and pasty little runt whose own mother was ashamed of. He just wanted the little fella's dick in his mouth and to taste that sweet nectar of boyhood so much that he pressed his face up to where the kid's crotch would be, imagining him fucking his mouth. He was so close to the boy and could hear every quiet whimper as he worked his young stick back and forth; increasing in speed as he neared climax and Finn could see his body turn now and then towards the side of the shed. He was obviously checking that no one was coming to catch him without realizing that Finn was right there, his mouth only a dozen inches away from his raging little hard on. After a few more short strokes, the quiet panting stopped only to be replaced by a low moaning and the creaking of the weathered boards as the boy pressed himself up against it in his orgasmic ecstasy. Finn laid his hand flat on the wall at the boy's cock, trying desperately to see through the gaps and catch a glimpse of his throbbing little pole and felt him humping his hips into it as he came in dry heaving gasps. Finn almost moaned in unison with him as the boy pushed his crotch into his hand against the side of the shed one last time and held there for a few moments. The little lad sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a quiet whimper of pleasure before pulling back and simply leaning is head against the wall as the sensations left his young body. Finn didn't dare move a muscle in fear of making a sound in the sudden silence that followed. After a minute, the rustle of dead leaves and grass and the sudden change in light signaled the boy was preparing to leave. Finn heard him pulling up his pants and the zipper slide back up over the hairless little boy cock he never got to see, just before the lad crept back to the front of the shed and scooted under the canopy of leaves just as the school bell sounded in the distance. It was over as quickly as it had started and Finn hungered for more, feeling a tinge of regret that he hadn't gotten a look at the boy's face or seen his soft and smooth hairless crotch. An overpowering frustration at his unfulfilled desires took hold of him, his yearning to hold and caress a young preteen boy's body and make sweet love to him was too much to endure. His own cock was hard again beneath his track pants after hearing, if not exactly seeing the young boy jack his immature member to orgasm and knew that he'd have to relieve the pressure building up in his balls. Thoughts of 'what if?' permeated his mind as he left the shed and stood in the exact spot the ageless young boy had been in just moments before. Finn figured he'd be running across the school play field about now with his little penis soft in his pants, heading to whatever class he had with the images of Finn coming over his chest fresh in his young mind. The opportunity had been there for him to act, but fear or cowardice had prevented him from following through on his desires. What events had to transpire at just the right time to bring a young boy to the very spot he was in now, the back yard of a boy-loving man and jacked off into his hand without the slightest idea he was being observed? And what did Finn do about it? Absolutely nothing, that's what. He vowed there and then that if the boy returned once more, things would be different next time. He'd tell the boy he'd seen him spying on him and that he'd watched him spank his little pecker and see how he reacted. Finn thought he could offer to 'teach' the lad some new tricks and let the dice fall where they may. The rest of the day was spent in agonizing frustration after a somewhat disappointing wank as Finn failed miserably to concentrate on his book, his mind constantly wondering back to the boy he hadn't seen but longed for nonetheless. He finally gave up when he heard the school bell ring out at 3pm and took a walk along the street just as the boys' were let out for the day hoping to recognize some part of him amidst the throngs of youngsters scurrying to the waiting cars. But he didn't. Finn returned home disappointed and laid down on the couch in the living room and closed his eyes, only to wake up well after the sun had gone down. He wearily lifted his sore body from the couch and headed to bed, silently jacking himself to images of a young hairless preteen boy before drifting back off to sleep. Wednesday and Thursday passed with agonizing slowness without a sign of the boy at his window, even though Finn was again naked and waiting for him to make an appearance both days. At times Finn despaired at the thought that he'd never return and Friday rolled around as it always did after Thursday, and then another whole week passed without any sign of the lad. Finn tucked the memory of the mysterious boy and what had happened away into the back of his mind, bringing it out only when he needed to and relived that glorious few minutes of him tugging on his hard little boner and the sounds he made as he pleasured himself. A week and a half later, another bright and sunny day found Finn busy at his desk typing away furiously, completely engrossed in his rewrite and making good progress. He'd lost all track of time and felt his stomach grumble with hunger as he reread the revised chapter and then headed to the kitchen for a bite to eat. He didn't even look at the window as he busied himself at the refrigerator looking for something to snack on until he caught a slight movement from the reflection in the stainless steel door. He almost turned to look before catching himself and his heart jumped into his throat. Finn had given up hope of ever seeing the boy again, thinking that he'd gone too far jacking off and creaming his chest for the kid to see, but here he was again peeking in through the window above the sill. Finn had contemplated about what he'd do next time to give the lad something to get hard over, but he couldn't think of anything while allowing him to keep up the pretense of not knowing he was there. He'd considered inviting one of his lovers over and treating the kid to a bit of real man sex but again he'd discounted that idea as soon as he'd thought of it. He couldn't exactly pursue his less than innocent intentions of making a move on the boy with someone else there, so he'd decided to simply follow the same script as last time. Forgetting about food and his complaining stomach, Finn stepped from around the island bench and stretched as if he was tired allowing his body to turn towards the window and closing his eyes for a few seconds giving the boy a good view of him. With his erection growing between his legs and starting to stick out, Finn slowly made his way to the couch and sat down, purposefully avoiding looking at the window and keeping his hands away from his prick. He pulled a cushion to the end of the couch and swung his body around to lay flat on his back with one leg bent up and a foot on the couch with the other closest to the window spread open with his foot on the floor. The boy would have a perfect side on view of his cock rising up from his groin and pointing up at Finn's chest waiting for the hand that would soon grip it around the shaft and stoke it mercilessly. Finn resisted the urge to plunge in straight away and instead lightly ran a fingertip from the root of his cock, slowly inching upward along his hard shaft and over the angry purple glands that throbbed in aching agony for the body of a young prepubescent boy. His feathery touch circled the tip of his head and tickled the most sensitive spot just underneath the slit and he watched as his cock twitched and bounced above his navel. Finn was practically on fire with a yearning for the unseen boy he knew was watching and it took all of his willpower not to steal a glance at the window to see his eyes looking back at him. Finally Finn grabbed his rock hard prick in his hand and gently began the slow massage back and forth as he closed his eyes in blissful fantasy of the boy being in the room and going down on him, his wet lips wrapping themselves around his meat and sinking his face into Finn's body. His thoughts were erratic and jumped from scene to scene as his pace quickened, imagining the naked preteen boy spreading his creamy thighs and offering his baby smooth and puerile organ to him to suck on until he came in dry orgasm. Knowing that the boy in his fantasy was watching and unaware that he was the focus of Finn's dreams had Finn so hot with a forbidden desire that he was at the brink of climax within minutes. Finn's free hand shot down between his outstretched legs and his fingers slid inside to push up on the root of his cock as he came in an unrelenting orgasm that rocked his body and exploded in his groin. Hot sticky cum shot up his cock and splashed down on his chest and stomach in an arch as he moaned in rapturous bliss to weaken and eventually ooze out and run down his hands. It took a few moments for Finn to recover, letting go of his spent cock and smiling to himself. He could still see the boy's head out of the corner of his eye looking in from the window and wondered how long it would take him to deal to his own hard penis behind Finn's dilapidated garden shed. As if on cue, the blonde head dropped from view and Finn lent back in the couch to see his bright maroon blazer dart to the left and again disappear behind the shed. This is it, Finn thought to himself as a nervous smile spread across his face. I'm actually gonna try and make a move on a little boy... Finn took a calculated risk of giving the young lad a couple minutes uninterrupted playtime before he (hopefully) surprised him and caught the boy in the act, so took his time in dressing in the same loose fitting track pants he'd worn the other day, again without underwear. He grabbed a fresh T-shirt from his dresser and pulled it over his head noting the wet patch spread out on his chest where it soaked up the spent semen into the fabric. His nerves were shot to hell and his hands trembled slightly as he contemplated what he was about to attempt. He was filled with a deep yearning to have what he'd dreamed of for so long and hoped that the boy would prove to be impressionable enough to let him touch him even for a few seconds; that is, if he didn't scream bloody murder and oust him as a boy loving pervert first. Pausing at the bi-fold doors for a few seconds, Finn steeled his nerves and then quietly opened them and stepped out into the bright mid-afternoon sun onto the tiled patio, tip-toeing down the two steps and onto the grass. His mind was focused solely on the boy hidden from view behind his shed; it was like walking along a tunnel in a dream with blackness all around him. The constant background noise of the neighborhood dissolved into absolute silence except the crunching of the grass under his feet, which sounded like an avalanche in his ears as he approached the side of the shed. He was only aware of the yearning deep in his belly, the fire that burnt in his groin and the knowledge that there was a young, and apparently eager, preteen boy almost within his grasp if only he could keep the kid from running. The only conscious thought running through Finn's mind was Don't fuck this up... as he stepped around the corner and was confronted with a sight he'd never forget. His first full bodied look at the boy who'd been spying on him through his window was like watching a ten ton truck coming at him, almost like being paralyzed with fear; except it wasn't fear that rooted him to the spot. The young lad was side on to Finn with his head lent against the shed, his pants down around his ankles and moving hands buried at the front underneath the buttoned white shirt and maroon blazer hanging down over his hips. He was slim without being skinny and the bare skin that he could see was tanned, but he was taller than Finn had expected, probably 4'10" or 5'1" with the sun-bleached messy blonde hair that he'd seen at the window over his ears and reaching down to the nape of his neck. The young boy's eyes were closed with his bottom lip held between his teeth as his hidden hands worked his small organ back and forth and clenched the skin of his thigh. Finn stood in stunned silence watching; he'd expected to find the boy there, tugging merrily away at his fledgling penis but hadn't been prepared to see him so perfectly bathed in scattered sunlight filtering through the leaves, the gentle breeze ruffling his blonde hair and his face awash in pleasure. The boy hadn't yet realized Finn was there and moaned imperceptibly, sucking in a deep breath through his nose and expelling it in quiet whispers only he could understand. He shuffled his feet apart as far as the pants at his ankles would allow and straightening his back slightly, reaching down between his legs and caressing his thigh. Finn looked up from the boy's black polished shoes to his tanned and smoothly curved calves, over his knees and thighs and then the white of his shirt and maroon blazer that covered his hands and shapely ass as he massaged his pint-sized boner. Willing his throat to respond, Finn finally seized the moment even though he knew the wise thing to do was to turn around and pretend he'd never even seen the kid. But he couldn't. With some effort, he loudly cleared his throat and stood blocking the kid's only escape. If Finn hadn't had such an aching thirst for the boy, he would have laughed at the comical way the kid jolted upright with a look of horror plastered over his face as he tried to step back, only to get caught up in his pants and fall backward onto his ass. Scurrying onto his feet in some haste, the lad frantically pulled his pants back up and clutched the open zipper in his fists at the front of his crotch, looking at Finn with alarm trying to find an avenue of escaping his humiliation. Finding none, he stood planted to the spot feeling the wash of embarrassment rise up his face. "What are you doing behind my shed?" Finn asked in as calm a voice as he could muster. After a short pause looking down at his feet, unsure whether to button and zip his fly the boy answered him. "Nothing." "It didn't look like nothing." Finn said, keeping his eyes on the boy's down-turned face and resisting the temptation to look him up and down. His heart skipped a beat as he drank in the boy's beauty; his face was as tanned as his arms and legs and fuck was he sexy! His sun-bleached hair hung over his forehead in thick wavy bangs and his soft skin was perfectly flawless with a smattering of freckles over the bridge of his cute button nose and wet juicy lips that Finn longed to kiss. But the kid hadn't yet looked back up at Finn and he couldn't see into his eyes. The silence stretched out for a few seconds before the boy found his voice again. "I needed to pee." He said in a timid voice, saying the only thing he could think of that would explain why he'd have his pants down. Anyone else would have had to accept the kid's story and let the matter drop, but Finn knew the boy was having a good old wank and refused to let the opportunity slip by. "Really?" He asked the boy. After a few seconds when the kid hadn't replied, Finn put on his voice of authority. "Look at me when I talk to you. I didn't see any pee all the time I was here. What were you really doing?" Finally the boy looked up and him with pleading in his eyes. "Nothing!" The boy exclaimed in his slightly high pitched voice. "I just didn't start yet." His eyes were a deep blue with thin light colored eyebrows and Finn was struck dumb for a moment. "You don't need to lie." He said finally, savoring the boy's sexy good looks. "I saw what you were doing, but it's okay, you don't need to be embarrassed." "I wasn't doing anything wrong." The boy answered him, refusing to admit to what was plainly obvious. Finn decided to change tacks, letting the lad know he'd been caught out spying on him. "You don't think spying on someone is wrong?" The boy's face tensed and the mussels around his jaws tightened as he realized he was in serious trouble. He'd been caught red handed but still kept up with the pretense. "What do you mean?" "I mean," Finn answered calmly. "I know you were spying on me through my window. I saw you." "No I wasn't." the boy lied again. Smiling, Finn pressed on despite the boy's evident distress. "Yes you were. At least three times. I saw you." "I'm sorry mister," The boy finally answered after a long pause with his eyes starting to well up with tears. "I won't do it again, I promise." "How many times did you watch me?" Finn asked, ignoring the kid's promise since that's exactly what he didn't want him to do. "Five times." The boy mumbled as a tear spilt over and ran down his cheek. "Why?" "I dunno." The boy said, shrugging his shoulders and wiping away the tear. I'm not getting anywhere like this. Finn thought to himself. "What's your name?" "Ben." "Ben what?" Finn asked. "Ben Gibson." "And how old are you?" He asked with his voice catching just a little. Finn had supposed the boy, Ben, was about ten or eleven years old, but he was about to find out for sure right now. "Ten." Ben answered. "Can I go now?" Ten. Holly fucking shit! Finn smiled at the thought of a sexy wee ten year old jacking off in his back yard which Ben took as permission to leave, quickly buttoning his pants and pulling the zipper up. Able to finally let his hands fall away from his front, he took a step towards Finn looking to walk around him. "Don't you want to finish what you were doing?" Finn asked, stopping Ben in his tracks. "I can go back inside if you want." "No it's okay I don't want to." Ben said and then realized the mistake he'd just made. He'd just admitted to what he was doing. He looked up at the man and saw him smiling again. "Really? I know what it's like not to orgasm when you really want to. Do you know what an orgasm is?" Finn asked the boy. Without thinking, Ben answered. "Duh! I'm ten, not two. Of course I know what an organism is." Finn laughed at the boy's mispronunciation or the word. "Orgasm, not organism." Finn said. "So what is it then?" "I don't want to say." Ben said in embarrassment, his tears now gone. "That's okay," Finn relented, hoping he hadn't gone too far too quickly with the lad, but then thought perhaps he hadn't pushed hard enough. "I just wanted to make sure you knew what happened here yesterday when you had one." Ben stood there in stunned silence, wanting to just disappear as his face flushed red again. "How do you know I had one yesterday?" "I was watching and listening to you from in there," Finn said pointing at the shed. "I could tell you got one." "Are you going to tell on me?" Ben asked a little afraid now. "No buddy I'm not." Fin assured him. "Everyone does it, even your friends, so you don't need to be embarrassed. You saw me doing it and I'm not embarrassed am I?" Ben just shrugged his shoulders not knowing what else to do or say. "Well I'm not," Finn continued not wanting to let the momentum slip even for a second. "I did that because I knew you were watching and because it made me feel good. Don't you want to feel that again now? I can go back inside and leave you in private." Finn paused then, giving the boy time to digest the fact that he'd let him see him masturbating and that Finn liked that he was watching. He swallowed and considered how to drop the next bombshell, the one that could end in accusations and public humiliation, or something else entirely. "Or if you wanted, I could stay here and help." Finn said It took a couple seconds for Ben to understand what Finn meant, and when it dawned on him he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" He asked. "What do I mean about what?" Finn asked, acting innocent as though he thought nothing of asking a boy if he could help jack him off. "About doing that and liking you could see or about helping you?" Ben shrugged, but Finn thought he could see something in his eyes; curiosity or perhaps even fascination? "Both... about helping me." "Well, first, I did that because I liked knowing someone like you was watching. And second," Finn continued. "I think you know what I mean by helping you." "You want to touch my doodle." Ben said. It was stated as a fact, not a question. He shook his head slightly. "No, I don't want to just touch your doodle Ben. I want to hold it and make you feel good... If you wanted me to." Shuffling his feet, Ben looked down once again and Finn thought that was maybe something he did when he was embarrassed. "My Mom and Dad and teachers said I'm not allowed to let anyone else touch me there." "That's good advice, but it's only because they want to keep you safe. Some people might want to hurt you." "Do you?" Ben asked Finn, looking back up to meet his eyes as his hand went to his mouth to bite on a fingernail. "No, you can go whenever you want." Finn said and stood aside as though to prove his point. Finn didn't think the boy would run then, and when there was no movement he breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Ben was so boyishly sexy that all Finn could think about was getting into the boy's pants and exploring his young and silky smooth body in ways he'd only dreamt about. "Are you gay?" Ben asked, watching as a faraway look crossed Finn's face and his eyes roamed his body. It made Ben feel all tingly thinking that the man was looking at him like that! "Yes." Finn replied. "Do you like me?" "Yes." "But I'm only ten." "I like ten." Finn said with a slight catch in his voice, making sure he was looking the boy in the eyes and that he understood his meaning. "Will I be gay too if I let you touch my doodle?" Ben asked next having already decided to let the man jack him off, but he was worried that it would mean he was gay too. Yet he felt his small boy sized penis growing in his pants nonetheless and he moved his hands over his crotch to cover himself. Finn smiled and let out a short chuckle. "Not necessarily." He said, noticing the boy's movement. "Only if you like boys more than girls, but boys touch each others doodles all the time even when they're not gay." "Like me and Cory?" Ben said nodding his head. "Who's Cory?" Finn asked, his mind swirling at the thought of this gorgeous boy fooling around with another his own age and the possibilities that that conjured in his head. He made a mental note to ask Ben about him again if he got the chance later on. "Does he touch your doodle?" "Sometimes," Ben answered shyly but Finn saw the corners of his mouth turn upward just a little. "He's my friend." "That's good. I had a friend like that when I was younger than you, but he was older like I am now." "Did he touch your doodle too?" Ben asked inquisitively. "Yes he did and I liked it. We did a lot of other things together too." Finn said to Ben, wondering if he'd ask what other things they'd done. But when the boy only stood there, not showing any signs of asking, Finn carried on. "Were you thinking about Cory when you were playing with yourself just before?" "Yeah..." Ben paused for a few seconds biting hip lower lip. Acting on a hunch, Finn probed the boy further. "Were you thinking about me too?" Ben didn't say anything, just nodded his head in confirmation. "About what you saw me doing?" Again, Ben just nodded his head up and down and two things dawned on Finn just then; that Ben wasn't looking down at his feet in embarrassment anymore, and that Finn was talking too much rather than acting on the signs the boy was giving him. He's waiting for me, Finn realized. I just need to ask. "Did you want me to make you feel good?" "Yes." Ben said nodding his head for a third time giving Finn permission he so desperately wanted. Fuck! It can't be that easy! Finn thought as he tried to keep the joy he felt from showing on his face. "Are you sure? You can say no or stop whenever you want and I will." Eager now, Ben removed his hands from his crotch revealing the tented material of his thin trousers poking out under his white buttoned shirt. "I want you too." Finn's mouth had gone dry as he looked at the ten year old's sexual desire manifest itself and the enormity of his next move. "Can I see it?" He asked quietly, as if he'd wake up from this dream. "I feel embarrassed." Ben said in a small voice. "You don't need to be embarrassed," Finn said gently. "But if you don't want me to see that's okay. Can I come closer?" Seeing him nod his head Finn slowly took the five steps towards the young boy, looking at his sweet angelic face as he approached and marveled at his adoringly sexy appeal for a kid of only ten years old. When he was close enough to reach out and touch him, Finn carefully lowered himself onto his ankles and rested his knees on the grass so he was just a few inches away from the boy who was now looking down at him. "Can I touch you?" Finn asked. "Yes." Ben answered simply, looking down at the man in front of him with his head level with his waist. Finn could hardly believe he was there, kneeling in front of the stunningly sexy ten year old boy he'd first seen spying on him through his window, with his presumably hairless little cock poking out at him and almost gagging for Finn to molest him. With a surprisingly steady hand, Finn reached out and laid the flat of his palm on Ben's lower leg above the knee and inched his way up, gently gripping his thigh with his thumb. Finn's own cock stretched the fabric of his track pants as it sprang to full mast and a hot burning desire swelled deep in his loins as he curled his hand around brushing the boy's small cock with his fingers. Unable to see anything under the white cotton shirt, Finn traced along the short length of Ben's hard pole and slipped his thumb under to caress his tiny balls. Full of unbridled hunger, Finn raised himself up onto his knees and held the boy's ass in his other hand with his forehead brushing at Ben's stomach as he cupped his small package and felt the boy relax under his caress. Lost in a mindless haze of ecstasy, Finn looked down at his hidden hand roaming and squeezing at Ben's crotch, fondling the boy's hard cock and remembered the countless times he'd dreamt of doing this. The first conscious thought that raced through his mind was just how right it felt to fondle the boy, yet it was also very alien to him having never felt such purity and softness. Having had numerous men's adult cocks in his hands, mouth and ass, Ben's boy-sized package fit into his palm so perfectly that he knew without a doubt, that whatever being had created them had meant it to be this way. He pressed into the boy, feeling his hard pole beneath his palm and gently squeezed his fingers around it while pulling him forward by the ass and heard Ben moan softly above him. "Do you like that?" He asked looking up with the lad's cock pressed firmly into his palm and rubbing up and down. "Yes..." Ben said in a trembling little boy voice, his eyes open and bottom lip sucked in between his teeth. "But it hurts a bit." "It hurts?" Finn asked, releasing the pressure on the boy's crotch. "How?" "My undies are in the way." Ben said as he tried to pull the think cotton of his trousers and underpants outwards. Smiling in understanding as his own cock was now rock hard in his pants, Finn put his hands over Ben's and moved them aside. "Maybe we should just take these off then huh?" He said and without waiting for a reply, felt up to his button and snapped it open. He fumbled at the small zipper since he still couldn't see underneath the overhanging shirt, but with Ben's stiff boner guiding the way, he held the zipper between his thumb and finger and slowly pulled down. Each click of the teeth sent shivers down Finn's back as he slowly tugged the zipper to its stop knowing that he'd soon have his hands on the kid's hard and naked tool. He felt Ben's trousers sag around his waist and then drop to the floor around his ankles with Finn's hand hovering for a second over the small bulge in the boy's tight fitting briefs. He wasted no time in wrapping his fingers around the thin pole of boy flesh, groping and squeezing gently as he fondled the ten year old, judging it to be around three and a half to four inches in length. Ben reached down and slipped his thumbs under the elastic band circling his hips and pushed down a little before stopping. "Don't look." He said to Finn with a shy pleading look in his eyes. "Sure, okay buddy." Finn said not sure if he could keep that promise. "What if I stood behind you and did it from there?" He asked, relishing the idea of having his body pressed into the boy's back and ass. When Ben nodded his head in relief, Finn released his hold from around the boy's delicate penis with his eyes locked onto his and brought his hand to his nose sniffing at the faint bouquet of boyhood. There was a brief glint of delight in Ben's eyes as Finn poked his tongue out to taste the lingering remains of his little boner before getting to his feet and moving around the lad, standing just inches from his back with his feet either side of his. His own cock was rock hard at the intimate exploration of Ben's tender young body and as he pressed his crotch into his soft ass, Finn thrust his hand down between them to lodge it tightly between the ten year old's fleshy mounds. "Lean against the shed," Finn said, taking his hands off him for a second and lifting both his arms to rest on the warped boards. "Like this." He had to lean into Ben's back to reach the wall with the boy's hands and his face was in the kid's hair, smelling the aroma of a small boy in heat for the first time. It set him on fire with lust and tortured him with desire as he breathed him in, savoring the feel of his throbbing cock brushing against the valley of Ben's ass, but the thick maroon blazer still on his back was coarse and obstructed his view of the boy. "How about we get this off?" Finn said as he pulled the blazer back from his shoulders. The boy pulled his arms back and shrugged his shoulders to let Finn tug it off him, not really thinking about how shy he'd been just moments ago. The blazer dropped to the ground a couple feet away in a forgotten heap and Finn turned back to the boy, tuning him towards the shed once again and lent into him. Ben lifted his arms back onto the wall and put his weight on them as Finn stroked down his slender body, one hand going to his boyish chest and the other snaking its way down under the thin white cottoned shirt. Looking down Ben's tapered back, his heart ached to strip the boy naked and to gaze on his hot young body, but he fought the urge hoping that this would be just the first of many times Ben came to him seeking release. As if reading his mind, Ben took one hand from the shed and with Finn's help pushed his tight fitting briefs down over his hips and protruding dick, letting them fall atop his trousers. Instead of going straight for the prize now that the kid was naked from the waist down, Finn roamed his hand up Ben's curved stomach and laid his palm flat, feeling the soft skin of his smooth preteen body as he slowly caressed him. He could feel the boy's racing heartbeat beneath his immature chest and the rise and fall of his breathing as Ben succumbed to the erotic sensations of a man exploring his body. The tips of his fingers snaked down under the shirt and Finn felt the slight rise of the boy's smooth hairless mound as he marveled at the exquisite purity and velvety softness of the ten year old. He couldn't resist grinding his hips forward into Ben's ass as his fingers explored the forbidden softness of his naked mound and hooked his thumb around the base of the boy's hard little prick. Finn wrapped his index finger down and around the thin and throbbing shaft and with his other three fingers pressed up under his puny ball sack and groped him, eliciting a soft moan from the lad. "God you feel good Ben." Finn whispered into the boy's ear. There was no way in hell the ten year old couldn't feel his big cock start to slowly hump his rear and the fact that he didn't resist or complain spoke volumes. "Tell me what you want me to do." Ben took his hand from the garden shed to reach down to his crotch, but before he could grab his small organ Finn stopped him. "No buddy. Put your hand back up. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it." "Jack it." Ben said doing as he was told and laid his palm back on the wall waiting for the man to begin moving his hand in and out. He felt Finn's large hand fully engulf his miniature pole for the first time and his hips automatically jumped back in reflex, feeling the man's hard cock slide up the crack of his naked butt with only the tail of his shirt covering him. Finn pushed back with his crotch, forcing the ten year old boy's hard little dick to slide through the tunnel of his curled hand as though he was fucking it. The enormity of what the boy was letting him do to him was utterly profound and the wash of sexual longing that descend on him was like a thick fog as he caressed Ben's boyish chest and felt his hairless cock slip in and out of his hand. Finn nuzzled into the boy's hair, unable to quite reach his sleek neck and found a nipple, circling his finger around it and quietly moaned in pleasure as he slowly jacked the boy back and forth. "Faster!" Ben murmured as he turned his head slightly towards Finn bringing his tanned cheek close to his mouth. Finn held the boy close with his body and roamed his chest, mashing his cock into Ben's valley and brushed his lips over his soft cheek seeing that the boy's eyes were closed. He longed to kiss him but didn't, satisfying himself instead with the feel of his small prick in his hands and the smell of a prepubescent boy drifting up from the hot body enclosed in his arms. He tugged his small three and a half inch (9cm) stick a little faster, keeping his grip loose in fear of hurting the boy and ending their intimate coupling and felt him responding with slow rhythmic thrusts of his hips. "Yeah," Ben groaned in a childishly husky voice. "Hold it tighter... faster." It wasn't so much the words that fueled Finn's lust for the boy's tender body, but the way he breathed out his commands in unfulfilled sexual desire. Finn gripped his young organ tighter and increased his speed eliciting a satisfying moan of ecstasy from the boy's throat as he succumbed to the throes of pleasure. Ben craned his neck to one side exposing his throat and leant his head back into the man's shoulder jabbing his boner in and out of Finn's hand feeling his large cock continue its insistent humping of his ass. With his own sexual desire threatening to overpower him, Finn luxuriated in the sensations and feel of a ten year old boy and his willing body as he ground his cock into his ass and jacked the kid off with ever increasing speed until he heard the boy gasping with delight. His small body trembled as Finn held him tightly around the chest and humped his fuckable butt over the cotton tail of his shirt, feeling the heat radiate off him and smelling his sweat that reeked of boyish sex. "Tell me when you're gonna cum." Finn whispered into the ear at his lips. "Uh-huh," Ben breathed in a high pitched whisper. "Soon... Keep going." He pleaded. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum again buddy. Your dick feels so good in my hand." Finn said as he thrust his leaking cock up and down the boy's crack. He lowered the hand at the boy's chest, letting it fall between his legs and under his small balls to cup them in his palm and pushed his fingers into the root of his small cock. Instinctively Ben spread his legs apart and dropped his arm down to his crotch, grabbing the hand jacking him and held on tightly, increasing the speed of his ministrations as he felt the hot burning deep in his groin intensify. He barely noticed when Finn brought his hand back up to his stomach and claw at his shirt with his fingers, drawing in the fabric and raising it above his bald mound and enclosed organ. Ben moaned in delight with soft whimpers emanating from his open mouth as he leant back into Finn's body, taking his other hand from the wall and holding onto Finn around his thrusting hip. He was on the verge of orgasm Finn knew as he gazed down the front of the kid's body, now angled into him giving him a clear view of his lower navel and naked soft hairless mound with his tiny purple head stabbing in and out from Finn's closed hand. It was the first time he'd seen the ten year old's cock and the effect was immediate. Finn shuddered in orgasmic bliss as he came, thrusting hard up into the valley of Ben's crack and shooting a stream of cum as he creamed his track pants, soaking both himself and the tail of the boy's shirt in his semen. Holding his breath for what seemed an eternity, Finn ground his hips as he pulsed and squirted load after load over the boy's ass. The boy felt the man's hard cock throb as Finn dug it into the crevice of his butt and knew exactly what had happened. He felt the wet sticky cum seep through the thin material of his shirt and onto his skin and reached his arm up around the man's head whimpering in eager anticipation for his own impending orgasm. He ground his aching rod harder and harder into the man's fisted hand as his face scrunched up and his body tensed from head to toe as climax finally seized him. He cried out in agonizing pleasure as his small body rocked uncontrollably as waves of orgasm spread from his groin and his little cock jumped in Finn's hand, exploding with an intensity far beyond anything he'd experienced before. His knees felt weak as he clung to the man holding him up even as his caressing eased to gentle strokes, his little prick twitching now and then as his climax faded and the world slowly came back into focus. It was an exhilarating experience for Finn; to feel a young preteen boy orgasm in his hand and to hold him tightly around his small body as he drank in his sex and smelling the boyish aroma of the ten year old. His dark blond hair was sticking down to his head with sweat and his white cotton shirt clung to his back between their bodies. Finn reluctantly let go of Ben's spent cock with regret that it was over so damn soon and slid his palm over the boy's soft and hairless mound and up to his stomach. Even before Ben had fully recovered, Finn turned him so that his back was to the shed wall and sat on the grass with Ben wordlessly following him; sitting down onto his lap with his back to the man and his legs spread wide either side of Finn's. Neither of them had said a word since they'd both come, and didn't feel the need to do so now as they both recovered on the ground; a ten year old half naked boy sitting in the lap of the man who'd just masturbated him to climax behind a garden shed during his lunch period. Finn could see down over Ben's shoulders and saw that the boy had lost his modesty as his small wilting cock was on full display between his silky smooth thighs and poking up on top of his hairless mound. Bringing his arms back around the boy, Finn traced his fingers along the short pole before wrapping his palm around it once again and caressed his immature chest, taking in a deep breath of the boy's sweet odor through his nose. Ben's cock slowly deflated in Finn's hand as he gently fondled it, leaning in to kiss at his neck watching his gorgeous boner fade hoping with all his heart that one day soon he'd show the boy the same pleasure with his mouth. "Are you okay?" Finn finally asked the boy. There was a barely perceptible nod of his head as Ben answered quietly. "Yeah..." "Did you like that?" Finn asked even though the answer was obvious. "Yes." This time the nod was more enthusiastic. "Good. So did I." Finn said and after a short pause he then added, "You're very sexy, you know that?" Ben turned his head to look back at Finn with their faces just inches apart and smiled. "No one's ever said that to me before." Finn laughed. "No, probably not," He said. "Adult's aren't usually allowed to say that to children, but it's true." There were a few moments of silence as both of them looked down at Ben's crotch and Finn's hand gently fondling his flaccid penis and brushing his fingers over the lad's smooth hairless mound. Ben's hands were resting on his thighs enjoying the man's gentle stroking. "You're gonna make it hard again." He said with a smile in his voice and wriggled his butt on Finn's lap. Finn just smiled as he tickled under the single globe of the boy's balls with his fingertips. "Did you mess over my bum?" Ben asked, the slight breeze cooling his flushed body and feeling his shirt start to stick to his back and chest. "Yeah, I think I did buddy. Sorry." Finn said smiling down at the boy, his cock stirring once again at Ben's wriggling. "It's okay." He said. "Just make sure you wash it off before your parents see it or we'll both be in a lot of trouble." "Okay. Did you want me to come back again?" Ben asked suddenly. "Sure, I'd like that. But only if you wanted to." Finn said. "When?" The question was immediate. Finn could tell the little ten year old was eager to experience the thrill of climax again and would no longer be satisfied with his own hand. "How about tomorrow?" Finn asked wishing that they had more time right now, that he could take the lad inside to his bedroom and strip him naked. More than anything, he wanted to see the boy completely naked and feast his eyes on his gloriously sexy body and suck his little preteen boy cock into his mouth. "Tomorrow's Saturday." Ben said with obvious disappointment. Fuck! Finn tried not to let his own disappointment show, but it was difficult and Ben picked up on it straight away. "I can come back on Monday." He said. "That'd be good." Finn answered wondering just how in the hell he'd get through an entire weekend knowing that Ben was just as eager and willing as he was. "Okay." They sat in in the silence for a while with Finn still caressing the boy's soft penis with his foreskin now covering the once swollen head. Ben leant back with the weight of his upper body into Finn and breathed heavily watching as the man's fingers stroke his small doodle and soft hairless mound and over his thighs, feeling the goose bumps as they began to appear wherever his fingers touched. With some remorse, Finn finally moved away from between Ben's legs and reached up under his cotton shirt to rest his hands on his boyish chest and stomach. For a long minute he simply enjoyed just holding the boy in his arms and the tenderness of his warm bare skin as he tried to cement the memory of him into his mind before the school bell rang out in the distance. The sound of hundreds of shouting boy's voices slowly diminished and Finn realized that they'd been there all along but they had faded into the background, his attention having been focused so intently on young Ben. "I should go." Ben said breaking the dreamlike spell they were under. "I know." Finn whispered with regret, but neither of them made a move to get up. They both just sat there in the hidden corner of his garden with the sun filtering in and dancing over them. "I don't want to." The boy said. "You have to though, or you'll be late and your teachers will ask where you were." Finn said wishing he could stay and removed both hands from Ben's stunningly sexy body. With a deep breath, Ben lent forwards and pushed himself up onto his feet and stepped away from Finn. He deftly bent over and pulled his trousers and briefs up around his waist, but not before the boy's shirt tail lifted up over his narrow hips reveling the beginnings of his milky white globes. Finn swallowed and stared with a yearning desire to bury his face between his cheeks as Ben buttoned himself up at the front. He once again heard the clicking of the zipper as the boy yanked it up over his small package, but this time the sound only added to the sorrow he was already feeling at the boy's necessary departure. Finally, he turned around and straightened his shirt over his chest and tucked himself in, looking down at Finn still on the grass as he picked up his blazer and threw it over his shoulders. He again looked like any other ten year old boy in his school uniform, yet Finn knew that behind those innocent eyes was a kid who had felt the touch of an adult man's hand jacking his stiff little member to orgasm. Finn couldn't help but to look the boy up and down, basking in the sex appeal that simply oozed from the young lad, from his untidy blonde hair and tanned smooth face down to the tapered waist and slight bulge hidden inside his pants. His mind would forever remember the absolute smoothness of his soft boy mound and his fingertips tingled at the memory just a few minutes old. He felt slightly shell shocked that his most potent fantasy, one which he thought would forever remain just that, had in fact become a reality. "Thank you." Ben said with a mischievous grin on his angelic face. His bright eyes sparkled as he added, "I'll see you on Monday then, yeah?" "Absolutely." Finn replied before the ten year old boy turned and disappeared under the canopy of the trees and headed back to whatever classes he had that afternoon. For a long while after, Finn sat there in utter disbelief as he ran over and over again in his mind what had just happened, and what might happen if the ten year old boy did return. He would though wouldn't he? Doubt started to weed itself into Finn's mind even before the kid would have gotten into class and sat down at his desk, wondering if he'd feel embarrassed or after thinking about it, weather he'd change his mind. Finn knew there was no way he was going to be able to concentrate on his book this weekend, not with images of Ben's small hard pole in his hand and the sensations he felt as the kid climaxed running through his head. Then it dawned on him; the kid had never even asked him his name, and Finn smiled to himself in admiration of the boy. Everything they say about men is true. Even as young as just ten years old we only care about getting laid. "Little sod." Finn mumbled as he finally pushed himself up and walked back into his house, to do what he had no fucking idea. TO BE CONTINUED...