Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2012 06:51:10 -0700 (PDT) From: David Peters Subject: Crosswind Grange, Part 3. Usual disclaimer, this story involves explict scenes between adults and youth, if you are under age, disapprove or it is illegal where you are, do not read. Any comments most welcome, flames ignored, will continue if interest is shown. The Caretaker. Part 3 Bill Snell watched Steven stumble away up the dune after they had cleaned him up, his eyes lingering on the boy's butt inside tight pants. `A new boy, huh?' Jim murmered, as he also hungrily watching the departing boy. `Yeah, new and hot for it.' `Judging by how he reacted to being wanked off, he's a virgin too.' `But not for long, huh?' `No, not for long, Jim...' `We'd better grab that cute cherry before the others discover him. Let's have him for ourselves before he's introduced to the fun club, eh?' `Yeah, I'll see what I can do before this weekend. See you around at the cottage, Jim, Friday night.' But despite the caretakers best efforts, Steven avoided him. Whenever he passed the boy he would give him a lewd smile and Steven would blush furiously and quickly move away. Bill liked that cute innocence. He also like the sweet face and trim lithe body of the boy. Pretty. Almost girl-like. A real cutie. And he had a cute small dick and balls full of fresh spunk waiting to be drained to go with the package, so to speak. Bill's storage room was under the stage floor where he kept all his tools, paints and odd and sods he thought he might need. At the back, in a dark corner, he had built up crates and boxes into a hidden den where he could entice a curious boy if he got the chance. He couldn't lock the door to the main storage area but that only added to the danger and made the boys feel easier as well. He had de-spunked many a boy there, behind those boxes. He licked his lips, looking forward to draining this new virgin. It was on Wednesday lunchtime his chance came. Fouteen-year old Stuie had sidled down into the storage area to get his balls emptied. Stui had been getting de-spunked by Bill regularly now for over a year. The kid was a spunk machine and Bill sometimes felt he was putting on weight with all the calories he drained from the lad. Stuie smiled that lopsided grin at him that meant he needed to unload and Bill moved him into the den. Bill sat on a battered old leather armchair, his favourite sucking spot, its stuffing bursting through the seams and pulled Stuie by the hips to his face. Slowly he pulled the boys shirt from his trousers and then ran a hand over the smooth chest and stomach, pausing to tweak the little pert nipples. Stuie just stood there, waiting, his eyes half-closed as he was felt-up and fondled. Bill slipped a hand down the back of the boy's pants and cupped one cheek of the boy's tight ass. His other hand briefly stroked the hidden, but already clearly hard teen-cock beneath the material of his trousers before moving up to unclasp the belt, then undo the buttons. Still squeezing the boy's ass cheek, he pulled the zipper slowly down. Bill licked his lips as he tugged the pants slowly down over the boy's hidden treasures and down to the kid's knees. Revealed were white, boy-cock tented boxer briefs. He let his hands roam over the boy's body from nipples to just above his cock before he slid the briefs down over his ass. His fingers traced the lovely contours of the bubble-butt and slid down inside the cleft of boy-flesh to find and caress the hidden rose-bud. That made Stuie moan, pushing his hips forward, the tent pole in his boxers needed urgent attention. With his index finger busily probing the boy's hole, his other hand dragged the boxers down and over the straining boy-cock. Finally revealed, it stood proudly upright and flat against the boy's stomach, reaching to just above his belly-button. Stuie was remarkably big for his age, almost seven inches, still growing, and looking particularly large especially against his small body. His cock was simply magnificent. Long, straight and slim, with a foreskin that covered his cock-head even when fully erect. Bill took this lovely cock in his hand and pulled it down towards his lips, skinning back the boy as he did so. The skin rolled up easily behind the magnificent helmet of the swollen and purple glans. Bill pursed his lips and pushed them over that beautiful cock-head. He heard a sigh escape the boy and Bill looked up to see Stuie with his head back, mouth open and eyes closed. He sucked on that fat mushroom-head for a few long seconds, savouring the especially tight spongy feel that only youth can give a cock, then slid down the length to the base, lodging the boy deep in his throat. He took hold of the boy's ample balls and gripped them hard, pulling and rolling each spunk filled orb as he began to suck the length with increased urgency, his finger burrowing deeper into the boy's tight ass at the same time. So lost in the sensations of twitching boy cock on his tongue, he didn't notice Steven enter the storage room. Steven had been sent on an errand and, entering quietly but finding no one around, was about to leave when he heard soft noises coming from the corner. Noises he was beginning to understand. Slowly he crept around the boxes until he came upon the hidden secret scene. An older boy he didn't know had his eyes closed, his pants around his knees and his cock deep inside the sucking mouth of the caretaker. Steven's mouth also dropped open as he stared transfixed at the adult head bobbing up and down on the frankly huge erection of the boy; one hand rolling the boy's balls and the other between his butt cheeks, pulling the boy by the hips in and out of his mouth as he sucked. Steven's cock sprang up fully erect and without thinking he put his hand down his shorts and started rubbing his stiff cock. Bill meanwhile knew Stuie wouldn't last long and soon enough he felt the boy's balls expand and tighten in his hand as the fat mushroom cock-head in his mouth expanded and exploded creamy boy-spunk. He drank the youth's precious nectar down as fast as the boy could squirt, draining the kid as only he could. Stuie always tasted deliciously sweet and creamy. He removed the boy's cock from his mouth and wanked the last few drops onto his lips. Stuie was always quick to leave as soon as he'd spunked and this was no exception. While Stuie pulled his pants up and tidied himself, Steven quickly padded out of the storage room without a sound. From around the corner, he waited until he saw the flushed looking boy hurriedly leave. He waited a few minutes then went back inside; his cock hadn't subsided and his heart was racing. He went into the storage room and the caretaker wasn't there. He waited and in a couple of seconds Bill came out from behind his secret den. As he saw Steven he stopped dead in his tracks, and glanced back towards his den. `How long you been here, boy?' Steven found he couldn't answer. Bill knew immediately why. He took a step and grabbed Steven by the arm and almost dragged him into his den `You see anything here, boy? Steven nodded. Bill cupped Stevens crotch and found his boy-dick hard beneath the shorts. He pulled Steven to his old leather chair and sat down facing the boy. `Good, then you know what we like doing here and I think you want some of it, am I right?' Steven gulped and nodded. `Well, if I give you some fun, you gotta help me out the same, you understand. Steven wasn't sure what that meant, but again he nodded. `Lets see what we have here then ...' Bill slid one hand up the boy's shorts, under his briefs and fondled the small balls and stiffly erect cocklet he found hidden there. Steve felt his knees almost buckle as his cock was engulfed by the large adult hand searching inside his shorts. He lent forward placing his hands on Bill's shoulders to steady himself. As he did so, Bill wasted no time in pulled down his shorts and pants to reveal Steven's treasures. And what treasures! Bouncing inches before his face, a beautifully smooth and slender boy-cock curved upwards, the pink head just peeping from a stretched foreskin. A delicate four-inches of pleasure muscle, beneath which hung two small eggs in a hairless and smooth nugget sack awaited his attention. Bill slid his lips over that inviting head and rolling the foreskin back as he went. He lapped his tongue around the pink mushroom head making Steven shudder. Then he engulfed the boy to the root and slowly sucked back to the tip. He kept tight hold of Steven's hips as the boy squirmed under the delicious attention his cock was getting. Steven was swimming in sensation overload. It was the first time he had been sucked! He struggled to drink in all the incredible feelings; the hot wetness around his cock, the rasping tongue on his sensitive cock-head, his balls being rolled by an adult hand, the vision of Stuie being devoured as he was himself being devoured, it all combined to send the eroticism of the moment beyond understanding. At that moment, Bill sucked the pulsing boy-cock to the root and then pushed the two small balls into his mouth along with his cock. Steven gurgled a moan as he felt as though everything was being sucked off his body in a firestorm of sensation. He shuddered, his cock thickened, his hips thrust forward and, jerking wildly, Steven squirted, emptying his balls of spunk into the suctioning mouth of the caretaker. Bill held onto the writhing boy and drank in the pulsating boy-cock's nectar as it flowed over his tongue. He let each small ball slip from his mouth the better the suck the twitching cocklet dry. Steven writhed in pleasure-agony now from over-sensitivity but was held firm as his cock was drained. Steven slumped to the floor when he was released. On his knees between Bill's legs, the boy looked beautifully flushed and utterly spent to Bill. That had been one of the best de-spunking he had enjoyed for a long time he thought, as he tasted and swallowed the last of the boy's nectar. He pulled Steven up and tidied the dazed boy's clothes. A pity he had no more time with the lad. Not here anyways. `You enjoyed that, eh? There's more like that whenever you want, you know where I am. But I want you to do something for me too, I want you come to my cottage this Friday night, you hear? Steven couldn't talk, couldn't do anything but nod his head. `Right, you find a way to sneak out at around nine and come to the cottage. I'll be waiting ... Go on, off with you! Steven stumbled out of the storage room, not sure what things meant, but not sure he could resist going to the caretakers cottage on Friday to find out.