Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2023 03:18:18 +0000 From: maturetop4smoothbttmboys Subject: Chapter 4 - Boy Butter Boy Butter Chapter 4 -- Waking up Young Rusty Preface - Author's Note: Nifty needs your donations! Please donate - http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL...which means it is fiction and not real. Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental. This story takes place in a world in which non-consenting children under the age of 18 are interested in and physically capable of having sex like adults. In some cases the underage individuals in this story are used for sex without particular regard for their consent, although it is taken as a given that they enjoy it. This is not the real world we live in and the author in no way condones nor encourages acts that mirror the practices described in this entirely fictional story. Let me repeat...this story is fiction and in no way represents real-life activities, whether real or imagined. However, if you are of legal age and consenting adult...drop me a note. Perhaps you would like to go for a ride sometime! I love receiving email from readers about my stories - particularly if you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it (and there were certainly many a spent load in the writing of these stories!). It's been over three years since I last added to this story. If you enjoy Boy Butter...check out my related story at The Furniture Circuit (new chapter coming soon!). You can reach me at my new e-mail - maturetop4smoothbttmboys@proton.me And now... Boy Butter Chapter 4 -- Waking up Young Rusty Pops was up early for a Saturday morning...early was not his normal routine...particularly for Saturday, a day that until recently was reserved for sleeping in and lounging around in his pajamas with coffee and a newspaper. But recently Pops had found a new routine for his early Saturday mornings...a routine that led him to be standing at this place at this time of day...standing in the shadows of the trees behind the driveway to a house 3 blocks over from his house...a house that he had become a somewhat a regular visitor during certain times of the week...a now regular visitor particularly early on Saturday mornings when he knew the house would soon be mostly empty...empty except for the young boy that he so enjoyed visiting and which had come to occupy his brain so much these days as their "relationship" had blossomed over the past 4 weeks and he now was taking the the liberty to visit the boy with every chance he could find. Pops peered from behind a bushy tree to watch as one of the house's occupants...the horny jock pre-teen Richie emerged from the side door dressed in his soccer gear as he raced out and rushed off to soccer practice. Richie was his usual swagger and cockiness as he yelled his goodbyes to his mother back into the house and dribbled his soccer ball in front of him...pausing to tug at his crotch to adjust himself as preparation for the short jog to the practice soccer fields. Was Richie adjusting himself because he had recently emptied his rapidly maturing boy-balls of their heavy load?...wondered Pops, hoping that his suspicions might be true for why Richie was grabbing at himself as he headed out the door and down the driveway. It had proven to be more than a suspicion in the past 3 weeks of Pops visiting Richie's house that the boy had started his day much the same way Pops was planning on starting his Saturday...and so today was likely no different in Pops's mind as he watched the boy skip and jog away toward soccer practice. Not 5 minutes later a clearly rushed and somewhat disheveled single mother came zooming out of the same side door to rush over to her small SUV...bursting forth dressed in her nurse's uniform with her oversized bag and coffee and with a look of determination on her face as Richie's mom prepared herself to a long day of work at the local hospital. Pops had met Richie's mother recently at the neighborhood picnic and made sure to make small talk and charm the 40-something year old, knowing she was the maternal presence in the lives of two very important boy's in his life these days - Richie who had become his recruiter opening doors to a number of the neighborhood boys who were curious about sex and the kind of fun they could have in the clubhouse that was Pops's shed...and little Rusty, who had become a star in Pops's small circle of pedophiles...and who Pops had come to visit so early on a Saturday morning. Waiting patiently for the mother to fully depart and then another 5 minutes in case she had forgotten anything...eventually Pops crept slowly out of the shadows and headed for the back door of the house knowing it was unlocked and available for him to enter without anyone's notice. Upon entry, Pops quietly climbed the back set of stairs that led him to a hallway and the last bedroom door on the right. Slowly and stealthy Pops glided to the room and turned the door handle to peer into a darkened child's bedroom...sniffing the stale bedroom air to detect the musky young boy smells of dirty socks and underwear that Pops craved so badly...and yes, was it there, yes it was...a faint hint of boy-sex that got Pops's fat cock to chub up. Peering inside the darkened room Pops's eyes adjusted until he was able to detect a young , Spiderman pajama clad boy sprawled across the bed with disheveled covers and disheveled hair...sprawled across the bed lying on his stomach and with that pert little beautiful bubblebutt perched up and stuck out inviting Pops further inside. Young Rusty's ass was calling out to Pops...inviting him to come inside for a visit just like the last 3 Saturdays when Pops took this trip to visit Rusty in his empty house after his mother and brother had left for the day. From those prior visits...Pops knew he could take his time this morning...take his time and really get acquainted with the boy's most intimate parts...and leave today satisfied with a boy well-fucked. To be continued... _________________________________ Don't forget to check-out my other story - The Furniture Ciruit Let me know if you like any particular parts of my stories. 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