Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2009 21:43:47 -0800
From: Oral Litener <orallite@inbox.com>
Subject: Diary of an Unconventional Pervert

Disclaimer:

The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story
involves young boys, nudity and graphically depicts preteen and
adult/preteen sexual situations. If this offends you, or if there are laws
in your area prohibiting you from reading this type of story...you should
go somewhere else. If you choose to stay and read, I hope you enjoy the
story.

If you enjoyed my story (or not), I would love to hear from you at
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Diary of an Unconventional Pervert

My 9 y/o son Erik had his birthday party today. Six of his friends from the
neighborhood came for the party -- all boys. Since I have a large pool,
Erik asked if he could have a swimming party; sounded great to me since I'm
a boylover and little boys in swimsuits are a major turn-on for me. That's
basically the reason Erik's mother and I split up -- not that she knew I
that little boys turned me on more than women my age, but just because it
was obvious to her that I wasn't interested in having sex with her any
more. Marriage, to me, was a experiment because I guess I've always known I
wasn't straight but didn't want to admit it. The experiment lasted 7 years;
lucky son-of-a-bitch that I am, I got custody of Erik after she ran off
with some Real Estate guy.

So here I was with a house full of little boys. Most of them came with
their swim suits already on but two boys, twin brothers, didn't know it was
a swim party so they didn't have swim suits. I spotted them sitting on a
deck lounge chair, still wearing their street clothes, looking longingly at
the pool.

"What's the matter guys?" I asked as I approached them. "Don't feel like
swimming today?"

"We didn't bring our swim suits!" One of them, I think it was Tony,
answered.

"Well that's no problem!" I told them. "You just live down the street,
you've got plenty of time to get them and come back."

"Nah!" the other twin, Tommy, replied, "Mom's kinda mad at us today and she
almost didn't let us come to Erik's party -- if we go home, she might not
let us come back."

"Oh!" I said, "I understand! Well it's all boys here, why don't you just
swim in your underwear?"

"But they'll get wet and then we won't be able to wear them home after the
party." They complained.

"Don't worry about that!" I reassured them. "I'll just throw them in the
drier and in 20 minutes they'll be dry."

The boys looked at each other and apparently, without a word being said,
reached an agreement. They stood, took off their shirts and shorts and
raced to the pool in their briefs.

An hour later I had hotdogs and hamburgers grilled, I placed the meat on
the patio table which was already nearly full with buns, plates, drinks,
cups and chips.

"OK guys!" I yelled, "Food's ready!"

Seven beautiful, nearly-naked boys suddenly appeared, dripping wet. They
surrounded the table and grabbed what they wanted with a chorus of "Thank
you Mr.Groves!"

I took a close look at Tony and Tommy and noticed that their little cocks
were exposed through the wet underwear -- they didn't seem to care and
apparently no one else did either -- funny, if they had been swimming naked
they would have no doubt been self conscious but that thin transparent
material made all the difference in the world.

After the little eating machines had made the food disappear I told them no
one was allowed back in the pool for 30 minutes. Erik put on some music
they liked and for the next thirty minutes the boy either danced around,
sat and talked, shot hoops or took naps. I guess party games would have
been in order but I'm just not a party game type of guy and I told Erik
that -- that's why he had the music ready and the speakers out on the
patio.

I let them swim for another hour after their break and then it was time to
collect wet bathing suits and issue towels so, while they were watching the
movie I had lined up as the final event of the party they wouldn't get my
living room carpet soaked.

"OK guys," I announced, "the movie is about to begin so take off your wet
bathing suit and grab a towel and gather around the big screen in the
living room." They, of course, had the option of getting dressed but, since
I really preferred that they didn't, I didn't mention it. Some kids think
nothing of getting naked in a situation like this while others (most of
these kids) are extremely shy. The free spirits just stripped down and came
over to me to get their towel; some shyer ones got a towel and then, with
their backs turned to the others dropped their suits and quickly wrapped
their towels around them; one boy was the most modest of the bunch; he
wrapped his towel around him and then struggled to get his swim suit off
without exposing any bare flesh -- it was quite comical but I had to wonder
what his home life must be like if he turned out to be that
ultra-modest. Tony and Tommy just handed me their soaked undies without a
word -- I gave them a wink and a thumbs up.

I started the undies drying right away and then hurried in to start the
movie. One boy had gotten dressed -- yeah you guessed it, the ultra-modest
one. Three of them were wrapped up in their towels and much to my surprise
(and delight), Erik, Tony and Tommy were just laying naked on top of their
towels. I dimmed the lights, grabbed the remote, took a seat on the couch
right above my naked trio so I could watch them instead of the Disney
animation, and started the movie.

During the movie, the three towel-wrapped up kids took a cue from Eric,
Tony and Tommy and became nudists; actually all seven kids were so wrapped
up in Disney's prehistoric creature antics that they probably wouldn't have
noticed if one of their lot started giving away blow-jobs (of course no one
did -- except me, and that was just in my imagination: I pictured myself
crawling between the legs of the nearest twin and feasting on his beautiful
little cock -- I could actually feel it growing in my mouth and feel him
humping my face and too soon I felt a shot of delicious, honey-sweet
preteen sperm [impossible I know but I have a vivid imagination] go down my
throat.) I quickly left the couch after that mental trip and just made it
to the guest bathroom and whipped out my steel-hard cock and pointed it at
the toilet as it shot out a great load of sperm. I stood over the toilet
bowl for a few minutes after shooting my load, just holding my cock and
waiting for the urine to come -- just as it started I heard: "Mr. Groves, I
gotta pee -- is it ok?" come from behind me. It was Jeffery our next door
neighbor's boy.

"Sure Jeff!" I said, "step right up." Jeff did just that and I watched as a
stream of urine shot out of his cock. He played it back and forth and I did
the same with my stream and in a second we were having a 'sword fight' and
both giggling like little kids (well of course he is a little kid.) As I
stood there playing this game with Jeff, I couldn't help wishing that I
could somehow get him or one of the other little kids in the house to pee
right in my mouth -- I'll bet their pee would taste great. I looked in
Jeff's face and saw him looking directly at my cock -- it was no longer
rock hard but it was still semi-erect, I wondered if he was going to say
something about it so I could invite him to touch it but he didn't say
anything. As he finished peeing and started out of the bathroom all he said
was "Thanks Mr. Groves!"

After the movie, I switched the lights back on and watched all the naked
bodies slowly rise from the floor and wonder around until they found their
clothes. Man! I could do this every day of my life and never get tired of a
room full of naked 9 y/os. When the last kid had left there were still two
left: Erik of course and his best buddy Phillip (Phil). As one of Erik's
birthday presents he was allowed to have a sleep-over with Phil.

After cleaning up the party messes I took Erik and Phillip out for Pizza
and allowed them to spend a couple hours (and about $40.00) at a great game
arcade near the Pizza place. They had a lot of fun and were chattering
nonstop until we were a couple miles from home -- then it got very
quiet. By the time I rolled into the driveway both boys were sound asleep
in the back seat. Erik had his head in Phil's lap and Phil had kinda
collapsed sideways across Erik's left side. I extracted Erik first, carried
him into his room and laid him on his bed and then went back to collect
Phillip and laid him on the other side of Erik's queen-sized bed.

I pulled off their shoes and white socks, and was just going leave it at
that but quite frankly I was still horny and really needed to get up close
and personal with some boy flesh. I started by sucking Phillip's toes! OK!
I know that sound wierd to most of you but I've got this thing for boy feet
-- small boy feet to be exact; sucking on their toes is like having ten
extra little penis' to suck on and kissing that soft sole is much like
kissing the inside of their leg right next to the ball sack. Try it -- you
may like it!

I then went up on Phil's side of the bed and sat next to him. There was no
doubt that he was sound asleep but I took no chances of waking him. I sat
him up and slowly and carefully removed his t-shirt -- actually I removed
it from the inside where my hands would have the most contact with his
ultra-smooth boy flesh. As I laid him back down, I lightly sucked on his
two tight little nipples.

I was once again hard as a rock inside my shorts but I was controlling it
OK. I slowly pulled Phil's shorts and undies off together. So beautiful is
a young naked boy and, at least for me, even more desirable when he is
sleeping.

I gently kissed him all over his face, neck and revisited his chest. Moving
down, his belly and belly button got some attention and then his beautiful
little, partially erected, circumscised cock -- mmmm, three inches of
heaven went into my mouth and was thoroughly washed along with his sweet
little ball sack. I spread his legs and was kissing that smooth, soft,
sweet, sweaty area right at the base of his ball sack when it got the best
of me; I filled my shorts with a load of cum.

Even after that I couldn't stop -- not until I had finished! I gently
rolled Phil over on his stomach and went for desert. I spread his butt
cheeks and there was the prize just waiting for my tongue. I spread the
pucker a bit with my fingers then fit the tip of my rolled-up tongue in the
little hole. The gritty taste of the residue of Phil's last poop excited my
senses but just being in a young boys most private orfice really sent a
thrill through me and I came again -- it was a weak cum but very
satisfying.

I tenderly kissed Phil's baby soft butt cheeks and rolled him back over on
his back. I slipped his undies back on him (ok " gave his cock a final lick
first) and kissed him goodnight after whispering a soft "thank you" in his
ear.

Erik! I just stripped Erik down to his undies, gave him a big sloppy kiss
on his forehead (which he hates), turned off the light, cleaned myself up
and went to bed.

Sorry to disappoint -- if I did! I guess I'm an unconventional pervert! You
were probably expecting more heavy sex but for one, I could never have any
sexual contact with my own son the way I did with Phillip and secondly, I
could never stick my cock in any boy's ass or force (or coerce) any boy to
have any kind of sex with me. Oh the temptation is there, daily, but I've
drawn that line and, so far, I've stuck with it.

END