Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2017 06:03:12 +0200 (CEST)
From: smashing@tutanota.com
Subject: Do You Like Boys chapter 3

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I awoke in the morning with a very warm bundle of boy sleeping next to
me. Kyle was lying on his back, one arm flung across the bed and the other
on his belly near his flaccid inch and a half dick. One leg was cocked and
the other straight, resting against mine. The room was warm enough that no
covering was really needed and we were both completely nude after a good
sex session before we went to sleep. His head lay on the pillow, his
angelic freckled face sleeping peacefully with his mouth slightly open.

I wanted to just lay there beside him basking in the radiance of his ten
year old boy beauty but my morning wood had other plans. Going to the
bathroom I emptied about a gallon of piss into the toilet, washed up and
returned to the sleeping boy. He hadn't moved since I left him. It was
nearly time for breakfast anyway so I decided to give him a nice wake up
call.

Gently, so as not to wake him, I positioned his legs to give me room
between them. Lying down between them, I peeled the foreskin of his young
dick back, exposing the pinkish-purple head to me. Taking it in my mouth I
toyed with it, letting it flop around until it began to lengthen and
stiffen. I stilled my tongue and luxuriated in the feel of the soft water
spout turning into a rock hard sex tool.

When the transformation was complete I began to suck him gently and
slowly. After about of minute of this I saw his hand move from his belly
and he caressed my head. I looked up with his boy cock still in my
mouth. He looked down at me, very peaceful and content. I released his cock
and said, "Good morning. I hope you don't mind me waking you up this way."

"No, this is nice." He spoke in a quiet, peaceful voice.

I continued to service him. He gently ran his fingers though my hair and
petted my head. It wasn't until he was cumming that he placed both hands on
my head. After sucking him off three times since yesterday afternoon I was
surprised at how little time it took to bring him to completion. I stroked
him a few more times with my mouth and he announce he had to go. He got up
and went quickly to the bathroom where I heard the sound of pissing in the
toilet. I was wishing I had gone along to help but he came back and jumped
on the bed, a very happy boy. I tickled him a bit then told him it was time
for breakfast.

"We're going to eat those bents now?"

"They're blintz and yes, we are going to eat them now."

We didn't bother getting dressed but went straight to the kitchen. I got
out the blintz we made the day before, the can of Reddi Whip and the
sugared strawberries which I had to buy frozen from the market. It had been
months since there were any fresh strawberries. Getting a pan I oiled it
and filled it with blintz. While they cooking I had Kyle get a couple
plates and glasses for milk. When the blintz were ready I put three on
Kyle's plate, spooned sweetened strawberries and plenty of juice over them
and topped them off with some Reddi Whip from the can. I had friends that
would have crucified me for the Reddi Whip but they were never going to
know.

I set the plate down in front of Kyle and said, "If you don't like this you
don't have to eat it."

He looked at me like I had lost my mind and replied, "Don't worry about
that." He was nearly finished before I had my plate prepared. I put the
rest of the blintz in the pan knowing Kyle would want more. He did. Setting
the second plate before him I said, "I meant what I said. If you don't like
them you really don't have to eat them."

Kyle gave me a dirty look and said, "You're not funny." Then he proceeded
to demolish the last of the blintz we had made. We did the dishes after he
had finished. I loved seeing his little dick waggle back and forth as he
moved around.

"We had better get dressed. It's almost nine and we don't want any
surprises while we are naked."

"But I like being naked," he protested.

I grabbed his soft dick and began to pull him to the bedroom where his
clean clothes were. He squawked and grabbed my hand with both his but
followed nicely as I pulled him along by his dick. We played around getting
dressed. Kyle hit me in the balls saying that made us even for pulling him
around by his thing. I agreed we were even although I thought I got the
worst end of the deal. I didn't remember it hurting that much when we did
that kind of shit as kids.

We were dressed and Kyle was helping me make my bed when Rose came to the
door. I invited her in, pulled the blanket off the couch and offered her a
seat. "I guess this was Kyle's bed last night?"

"Yes," Kyle lied. "Mr J wouldn't let me sleep with him."

"It's better that way, honey."

"I sleep with Bernie when we have a sleep over."

"Let it go, Kyle. Sleeping with Bernie is different so just drop it." I
didn't want him going too far with this. Kyle kept quiet.

"Did everything go alright? I hope Kyle didn't give you any trouble."

"It was fine. The only trouble was when Kyle didn't think he was going to
take a bath but he changed his mind when I told him that if he didn't take
a bath on his own I would give him a bath."

"Yes, getting him to take a bath is always a challenge these days. They
tell me it's a phase for boys his age. Have you two had breakfast yet? I
can fix something at my house."

"Oh yeah," Kyle jumped in. "We had bents this morning. They were great."

"Blintz, Kyle, blintz." Kyle just shrugged.

"Do you have plans for today?" Rose asked.

"As a matter of fact I plan to spend the rest of the day fishing."

"FISHING??" Kyle startled me by shouting. "Can I go fishing with you?
Please?"

"Why do you want to go fishing with me? You just spent the whole night with
me."

"Cuz I wanna go with you and fish. Can I please?"

I was a little bewildered by this fishing thing. I looked to Rose for some
guidance. She shrugged. "He thinks all boys should go fishing and I don't
know the first thing about it and don't really want to learn."

Privately I agreed with Kyle - all boys should go fishing. On the other
hand that's what dads are supposed to do with their sons. On the other hand
Kyle didn't have a dad in his life. I sighed.

"Do you have a rod and tackle?"

"No." That subdued him some.

"Have you ever been fishing?"

"No."

I sighed again and thought. "I can take him up to Lake Alexander if you
don't mind him spending the day fishing. We might catch the limit in as
little as an hour or we might be there the rest of the day. There's a good
reason it's called fishing instead of catching."

"That would be wonderful. It would mean so much to Kyle. I know he will be
in good hands."

Lake Alexander was in the high country. Once you turned off the main
highway at Mead there was no more cell service and the lake was a half hour
drive from the little town of Mead. At times four wheel drive was required
to reach the lake.

I was a little bummed about going to Lake Alexander though. I had planned
on fly fishing in my favorite stream. There was no way anyone could teach a
ten year old to fly fish in an afternoon so it was to be a lake and spin
casting which is much easier than fly casting.

"Do you have a backpack?" I asked Kyle. "There's a bit of walk from where
we park."

"I've got a book bag I can take."

"That will work. Pack a lunch and bring a jacket. It cold get pretty chilly
up there. Also pack a pair of dry socks for just in case. Nothing ruins a
fishing trip more than cold wet feet. Dress in layers - tee shirt, shirt
and long-sleeved shirt. Bring a hat and sunglasses if you have them."

"I don't have a fishing pole though."

"I have one you can use and plenty of tackle. You just take care of the
stuff I told you about."

Kyle was beaming. He looked to his mother. "Mom?"

Rose laughed. "We can take care of all that except for sunglasses. I
suppose we can stop at Walgreen's and get a pair for you."

"Great!" Kyle was headed out the door dragging his mother behind him.

"I should be able to have him over here in about half an hour."

"That will be fine," I called to them.

How did this happen, I wondered. I was only supposed to babysit after
school now I have a hot boy who wants me to suck his dick three or four
times a day besides taking him fishing. I shook my head and began getting
things ready.

I was loading my SUV for the trip when Rose drove up with Kyle. He was
dressed they way I had prescribed including a Colorado Rockies baseball hat
and a pair of new sunglasses. He had the same Levis and tennis shoes but
wore a red tee shirt beneath a long sleeved, mostly blue, plaid insulated
shirt. He jumped out of the car as soon as it had stopped and came running
over with his book bag.

"Hi Mr. J! I'm all ready."

"You look ready," I responded. I took the bag and put it with the rest of
the gear I had packed.

Rose got out of the car and came over. "The lady at Walgreen's said I
should get him polarized sunglasses but they cost more and you didn't say
anything about polarized. I hope these will be alright."

"Polarized glasses are important if you are fly fishing in streams," I
explained. "They make it much easier to see the fish. With lake fishing
polarized is nice but the important thing is to protect the eyes against
the light reflected off the water. The ones you bought will be fine."

Kyle had joined us. "It sure is hot with all these clothes."

I laughed. "I'm sure it is. Take off the insulated shirt and toss it in the
car. You won't need it until we get there." I spoke to Rose. "If you didn't
know, there isn't any cell coverage after we leave Mead. If you try to call
and get nothing, don't be alarmed. I will give you a call as soon as we get
back into an area with coverage."

"That's fine," Rose replied. "I have to spend a couple hours in the city
anyway." The "city" was simply a much larger town that had more services
available. It was about an hour's drive away. The "big city", where we
could get nearly everything, was even father down the mountain highway.

I turned to Kyle and asked, "Well, are you ready to go?" Receiving an
affirmative I told him to get into the car so we could get going. I told
Rose not to worry and she took her leave.

On the road Kyle had about a million questions. "Is it hard to throw the
hook out? Are we going to eat the fish? Does it hurt when you get a bite?"
and on and on.

The rough gravel road we followed ended in a parking lot of sorts. There
were only three other cars in the lot. This was good. There would be plenty
of choices for fishing spots. I opened up the back of the SUV and handed
Kyle his bag and one of my fishing rods.

"This is your rod today. I want you to take good care of it."

"I will," he said seriously. "Thank you."

I loaded up the rest of the gear we would need, locked the car and we
headed down the trail. The lake was located at an altitude of nearly 11,000
feet so I took the hike slowly and kept trying to slow Kyle down. I didn't
want to carry all the equipment and him back to the car. There were some
patches of snow on the ground from a recent snowfall but the day was fairly
warm, at least so far. It was peaceful as only an alpine forest can
be. Kyle became infected with the peace and calmed down quite a bit. I
showed him the tracks of a deer and commented on the call of various birds
and insects. The air was fresh and smelled of forest. He was loving it.

We rounded a turn and downhill a short distance from us was the lake. It
wasn't a big lake, only about 5 or 6 acres, but had an irregular
shoreline. "Well, this is it. where would you like to go to fish?"

Kyle shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. You choose."

"There's a place not too far off this way," I said indicating a path to the
right. "I usually do well there."

I took off, leading the way. "Are we gonna do stuff like we did yesterday?"
Kyle asked.

Stopping, I turned around to face him. "Is that why you wanted to come
fishing? For sex?"

"No! I want to fish. I just thought that maybe... Well... Never mind."

"We came here to fish. If you don't want to fish we can turn around and go
back home."

"I want to fish," Kyle quickly interrupted.

Ignoring his comment I continued. "We can talk about things, we can enjoy
the solitude and beauty of the area, we can even take a nap but through it
all we will be fishing."

"OK, OK. Don't get mad. I was just asking."

"Alright then. Let's go catch us some fish."

"Yeah."

We got to the spot I had chosen and I began to get Kyle's line fixed up for
him. He watched closely, listened to the explanations and was genuinely
interested in it. Having completed that I explained and demonstrated how to
cast, without bait for now. I gave the rod to Kyle so he could try it. On
his first cast everything landed about three feet from shore with a big
splash. I told him to reel it in and try it again. After a few casts he was
doing fairly well so I gave him some Power Bait and showed him how to put
it on the hook.

He made a good cast and I talked to him about keeping the line tight enough
to tell if a fish was biting, how to set the hook and how to reel it in. I
got my line ready and cast it out then found a soft, sandy spot where I
could lean against a rock and settled in. Wrapping my line around a finger
so I wouldn't have to watch it, I proceeded to perv on Kyle as he danced
around with boyhood energy that refused to be contained. His Levis fit
tightly enough that I got a good view of his rounded butt I had been
fondling the night before. I made a decision to do that and more before too
long. I was sure Kyle would not mind. As Dickens wrote so long ago, "Barkis
is willin'."

Before I could get any farther into a perverse fantasy I had a fish on the
line. "I've got one!" Kyle watched intently as the fish struggled. When I
was sure the fish would stay hooked I said, "Put your rod down and come
here." Kyle came over. I handed the rod to him and said, "Bring it in."

"Really?" he asked in delighted amazement.

"Yes, really." He took the rod and I coached him as he reeled it in. He was
more excited than I had ever seen him. After I removed the hook I had kyle
hold the fish while I took some pictures. 'We have to have pictures of your
first fish," I said.

"My fish?" He was confused.

"Yes, your fish. You brought it in and landed it. It's your fish. And I
think you should take it home, show your mom and then eat it."

Kyle was a very happy boy. I baited my hook and we fished while Kyle
chattered away a mile a minute. Later in the afternoon he caught one
entirely on his own. That definitely hooked him on fishing. I caught one
also making a total of three. Usually I did catch and release only keeping
a fish occasionally to eat so I figured after three we would put any others
back.

He was beginning to get tired. The chatter had died away and he sat down
beside me. We sat in silence for a awhile. Kyle looked pensive and then he
looked over at me. "I'll suck your dick if you want me too," he said,
surprising me.

"I would like that very much, Kyle. But not now. We're fishing. We talked
about that before."

"I know. Not now but sometime." He was silent for a minute and my mind
raced with fantasies. "It's okay if you sperm in my mouth."

"I thought you didn't like sperm. You said it tasted weird."

"Yeah, it tastes weird but it's good. I wouldn't mind. Really." I gave him
a quick hug and said thank you.

After another moment he said, "I didn't think you would really eat it." The
thing about him wanting me to lick him clean last night became clear.

"You thought I was trying to trick you." Kyle looked guilty. "It's
okay. Best to make sure about important things and this is definitely
important." The guilty look changed to one of pleasure.

It was beginning to cool down and Kyle put his jacket on. It was the light
weight denim jacket and I was a little upset he hadn't brought a heavier
coat. He and his mother should have known it could get cold quickly where
we were. I had my nylon, down filled coat but wasn't ready to wear it
yet. It would have to cool down more before I was ready for that.

It wasn't long before Kyle remarked he was getting cold. "We've got
dinner," I said. "Bring your line in and we'll pack it up and go home."

I got my line in and was taking care of it when I realized Kyle had snagged
his. "Let me help you with that," I said.

"No, I got it." The snag was not too far off shore and Kyle stepped onto a
rock that was barely covered with water. His foot slipped off and he went
face first into the water with a loud splash. He yelled and splashed
around. The bottom dropped off sharply and clearly he didn't know how to
swim. I stepped into the water and grabbed him, pulling him back to shore.

Surprisingly, he was still holding the rod and I made a comment about
it. "I TOLD you I would take care of it."

I praised him a little but he was shivering already. "We're going to leave
everything here and get you back to the car before you freeze. He didn't
argue and started out. By the time we were halfway back to the car he had
stumbled a couple times. Then he nearly fell but caught himself. I held him
for a moment. He was shivering violently and his lips were deep blue. "Are
you alright?" He tried to answer but I couldn't understand what he was
trying to say.

These were signs of hypothermia, a potentially deadly condition and I had
to so something quickly. I cursed myself for having left my down coat back
with the other gear. I picked him up and, holding him in my arms, I began
to run towards the car, hoping I didn't jar his body too much in its
fragile condition.

At the car I set him on his feet and told him to take all his wet clothes
off, which was all of them.  I got the emergency blanket I kept in the back
and returned to Kyle. He was bare to the waist and struggling with his
pants.  I shook out the red flannel blanket, covered his head with it and
wrapped it around him leaving room for me to remove his pants. Between the
two of us we got his pants and underwear off. His dick was really shriveled
up now, less than an inch long and his balls had crawled up inside seeking
warmth.  I set him in the passenger seat and started the car. "You guard
the car and I'll go back and get our stuff." He nodded agreement.

I didn't take care of things properly and just threw it all in the back
when I returned. Kyle needed to get warmed up and my feet and legs were
freezing too. Retrieving his dry socks from his pack I put them on him so
the air from the heater wouldn't burn his feet. I got in the car, turned
the heat on full blast and headed home. "Well, this was a bad end to a
great fishing trip."

Kyle managed to force a "y-y-y-yes" though his chattering teeth. By the
time we got to Mead his teeth weren't clicking and he was able to talk
almost normally although he seemed to be a little confused. There wasn't
any medical facilities in Mead so I continued on home. Since we were back
in cell range I pulled over hand called his mother but there was no
answer. I left a message explaining what happened and that we were on the
way back. I gave her an ETA so she would know when to expect us. I headed
down the mountain as fast as I thought I could safely drive.

As we were nearing the city limits of town Rose called. "Is Kyle alright?"
I assured her he was and told her we were nearly home. "Oh, god. I'm sorry
I didn't call sooner. It was so confusing and all. I was in an
accident. This kid ran a red light and t-boned my car."

"That's awful," I replied. "Were you hurt? Are you OK?"

"Yes, I'm fine, completely unscathed but a little shaken. Unfortunately I
can't say the same about my car. I can't drive it and the cop says it will
definitely be totaled. The insurance company is getting me a rental for now
but it will take a couple more hours. Could you possibly watch Kyle a while
longer?" I gave her my assurances I would take care of him.

Arriving home I carried him inside dressed only in a blanket and his
socks. I took the blanket which was wet in places and put him in my bed to
warm some more. He was still shivering badly and his lips were still
blue. I decided he needed some internal warmth so I made him a cup of hot
chocolate. I had him put on one of my cold weather Under Armor undershirts
so he could sit up in bed and drink without getting any colder.

After he finished the hot chocolate and laid back down he seemed better but
was still shivering slightly and reported he was cold. "I guess we need to
raise your body temperature," I said. I was sitting on the bed near his
waist and slipped my hand under the covers to caress his hip.

He smiled weakly and nodded. "Yeah, let's do that." I rubbed very lightly,
aware that even a soft caress could be an abrasive pain to someone who was
very cold. I could feel him shivering, not because of sexual excitement but
because he was still cold.

I played with his balls, warming them until they fully re-emerged from his
groin. His dick, still flaccid, was next. I rolled the foreskin between my
fingers, pulled on it stretching it out as far as it would go then peeling
it back over the head of his dick. I rolled his little dick between my
fingers and jerked it some. Slowly it began to thicken and lengthen. When
it was good and hard I pushed the covers back to reveal his treasure, being
careful to leave as much of him covered as possible for warmth while I
ministered to him.

Returning my hand to his balls, I rolled them around while I bent over to
kiss and nudge his little cock with my lips. I tried to slip my hand
between his legs but they were held together too tightly. I pulled one leg,
pushed the other and he spread them, bending his knees to be more
accommodating. I slipped his cock into my mouth then dropped a finger to
his butt hole. My finger teased his little hole while my tongue teased his
boner.

Kyle began to respond with sexual expressions of pleasure. The purring
"mmmm's" gratified me very much. Releasing his dick I inhaled his
nuts. This produced some nice sounds from the boy encouraging me to new
heights. His nuts slipped from my mouth and I spit a large amount on my
finger, returning it to his asshole. I continued to suck his balls while I
played his hole. He was enjoying this. My finger rubbed up and down across
the hole, circled it then returned to back and forth continually applying
more pressure. Spitting on my finger again, I engulfed his bone in my mouth
again and returned to his hole. I pressed harder and my finger penetrated
to his inner sanctum.

"No, donnnmmmm. Oh, oh."

Continuing to finger fuck him I let his dick out of my mouth and asked,
"Did you say 'don't'?"

"I was going to but never mind."

"Tell me if you change your mind." I went back to sucking while I finger
fucked him.

It didn't take long for him to start breathing hard and begin emitting
'ohhh's' and 'ahhh's.' The more I massaged his prostate the more he
responded. I kept his shaft plunging in and out of my mouth and my finger
plunging in and out of his asshole. After a few minutes of this he said,
"That hurts." I was a little disappointed and felt bad about hurting
him. "Spit on your finger again." My disappointment turned to excitement.

"I've got something better in the bathroom. I'll be right back." I
retrieved the K-Y which hadn't been used for much too long. Kyle watched,
interested while I got a finger full which I transfered to his little
asshole.

"Ah!" he yelled. "That's cold."

"Sorry, I should have warmed it first." I inserted a finger and began to
fuck him. "How's that?"

"Good." I went back to sucking his dick and finger fucking. He was building
to climax rapidly and soon his hips thrust up to my mouth and his back
arched toward me. Kyle's hands were on my head, slamming it down his little
cock and his sphincter clamped down on my finger. He kept my head buried in
his crotch but I pounded his rectum with my finger.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! AAAGGGHHH!!" Kyle came hard and long. Finally his body
relaxed and he released his hold on me. "Damn!"

I let his dick slap his belly when I spoke, "I'm guessing that was a very
good one?"

He was still breathing hard but managed a short "DUHH."

I still had a finger in his ass, massaging him. "So you enjoy getting
fucked?"

Kyle looked embarrassed and replied, "Shut up."

I smiled at him, withdrew my finger and changed the subject. "Are you warm
now?"

"Yes." He seemed surprised.

"Well, let's clean some fish so you can have dinner."

Happily he got out of bed and we went to the kitchen to clean fish, him
dressed only in his socks and my Under Armor shirt.

"Can we do this again?" he asked. I wasn't quite sure just what it was he
wanted to do again. Maybe he wasn't either.