Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 01:32:31 -0800 (PST) From: Skidd O Rowe Subject: 11:57PM-Part Two (M/b, cons, tickle, feet, oral) WARNING! This FICTIONAL STORY contains sexual situations between an ADULT MALE and a MINOR BOY. If that offends you, just DON'T READ IT! Simple as that. I DO NOT ENDORSE OR ADVOCATE such behavior or situations like this, except within the confines of one's mind and/or the written word. It's just a FAIRY TALE, folks. No real harm done. OK? skiddo12@yahoo.com READ! Thanks for waiting! Final part coming soon! [Man/boy, pedo, cons, oral, anal, tickle, feet] ======= 11:57PM ======= by Skidd O. Rowe (PART TWO) -8:49PM- Even before I reached the door, I heard the loud noises of a TV within the room. Damn, I thought! Knew I shoulda hid the remote before I left. Josh's surfin' the channels, alright. Within the thirty seconds before I opened the door, I caught the sounds of five different programs - hockey game, news, sitcom laughter, heavy female breathin' and cops - every five seconds. "Marv!" blurted the boy as I entered in time to see him seated on the bed opposite the big tube. Josh sprung up quick and rushed to me with the remote in one hand. "Gimmie!" "Gotcha a foot-long," I said as I placed the half-unwrapped frankfurter in the kid's small hand. Always carried hot dogs like that so the various conduits on it won't get too messy. "Sure a lil'squirt like you can handle all that?" Josh answered me by opening his sweet mouth wide - a rosy-pink-O - and shoved an inch'n'a-half of meat'n'bun inside, taking a swift bite. "Napkin?" I responded with a slight smirk and a single eyebrow raised as I pulled Josh's chocolate Yahoo and a few paper napkins out of the bag. After a few half-seconds of chewin', Josh's little pink tongue quickly slid out the left-side of his mouth and caught a little glob of ketchup on the upper-left corner of his lip. Sight of that made my own wrapped frankfurter grow a noticeable foot-long, itself. The boy's tongue vanished like a worm in a hole, and he gave me a wide dimpled smile with half a chewed-up dog bulging in one cheek. Such a cheeky lil'smart-aleck! Shoulda offered to lick the ketchup off, myself. Went and put Josh's Yahoo by the small lamp on the desk by the head of the bed as Pumpkinhead landed his cute lil'boybutt at the foot of the bed, flippin' channels while munching his dog. "Thuurgs," I heard the kid garble as I pulled out my Coke. Typical Josh. Moved fast, ate fast and swallowed fast. "Thanks, Marv." "Hard to talk with your mouth full, eh? Gotta slow down. Don't wanna choke yourself, Pumpkin." "I ate bigger stuff before, ya'know." Didn't answer him. Ain't gonna try to pry, tonight. Just popped open my Coke, twisted the Yahoo top off and put a bendable straw in each. My duffel bag was right behind me. All zipped up and unopened like I brought it, or that's how it looked now. Of course, I wondered. Nothin'. Nevermind. So, with a drink in each hand, I went and sat myself on the carpet at the foot of the bed. At my right were Josh's shoes and at my left were the dangling sock-clad feet that wore them. Was trying hard not to think about either. Tried to keep my eyes on the TV screen and my mind off that four-letter word. Not so easy, really. The image on the TV was of a man and a woman kissing in a hot shower. Josh had finally found something that held his limited interest. I knew the movie. One of my favorites; `American Werewolf in London'. Really shoulda known better than to let an almost ten year-old boy watch a sexy `n' violent film like this. Ah, what the hell! Don't think a mere 80's horror flick's gonna traumatize Pumpkin, too much. Might make him sleepy, I hoped. Besides, I'm here. The boy is under the safe watch of a responsible adult. Yeah, right. "Here, Pumpkin," I said raising my arm with Josh's drink up to him, trying to remain focused on the movie. "Your Yahoo." "My shoe." "What?" "Need my shoe." Too tired `n' nervous to debate, I put my Coke between my crossed legs and picked up both Reeboks with one hand. "Nah! Just need one," Josh said as he reached across and took one shoe from me and then his Yahoo. "Thanks!" "Sure," I mumbled confusingly as I looked up to see Josh take a quick sip of his drink and stick the bottle in his shoe. I got the idea. Instant drink-holder. Could think of better things to stick in the boy's shoes, but I wouldn't. "You're welcome." Was then that I noticed, Josh had devoured the hot dog bun and was now licking clean the remaining seven inches of beef frank. The boy's emerald-peepers were glued to the tube while his little pink tongue licked the naked meat with an innocent, feline sensuality he probably had no idea he possessed...or did he? The sight was possessing me, all right. I pressed my icy cool Coke against my crotch, hoping in vain to keep my own beef frank from growing eight and a half inches. Couldn't take my eyes off Pumpkin, and he didn't take his off the TV. Not even as his lil'wormy tongue-tip rolled all around the tip of his beef dog. Wanted to turn my head away, but my neck wasn't listening to the brain in my thick skull. Musta been listening to the other head down south. Tried lookin' down instead of up. Saw those lovely wiggling toes of Pumpkin's sock-clad feet. Was startin' to feel hungry, myself. Wanna chew those smelly pieces of fabric off. No way! Looked up, again. Oh boy! Josh was suckin' that beef dog like a pri...popsicle. Kid was movin' inches of that stick o'meat in'n'out of his mouth at a slow but deliberate rhythm. Brain was overloadin' while I felt a bigger load boilin' in my balls. Those childish suckin' sounds only a male child like Josh could make. Those rosy hollow suctioning cheeks. Gotta be breathin' thru his freckled nose, I hoped. Those tightly puckered lips `round that thick hunk'a'meat like...do I gotta spell it out? I watched as Pumpkin slowly sucked in seven inches of vanishing solid meat. Kid rolled his head back a bit as I witnessed the whole remaining wiener sink into the boy's mouth and disappear down the child's small throat. Turned to watch the movie, heard a gulp followed by a muffled burp. Looked at the TV screen without really watching the movie. Saw the flick so many times before, didn't need to pay attention to it what-so-ever. Couldn't stop myself from wondering about what I saw Josh do with that beef dog. Where the hell did he learn to do that? I'm sure it was before I met him. Couldn't ask him. Not now. Maybe someday. Coulda guessed, but I wasn't gonna, tonight. Gotta get my mind on somethin' else, fast. We're not at home, where I could jerk-off to my pervert's heart in privacy. We gotta share the same bed, tonight. It's a big bed. Enough space between a little boy and an adult man for sleep. C'mon. Think of anything but boyfeet, okay? Needed a drink. Thought I was about to sip my Coke, but I caught a very familiar whiff of boyfoot odor, instead. I was holding Josh's shoe under my nose, instead of my Coke. Masturbation over mind. My balls were aching for release. Was gonna be a long night, alright. "Whatsay we both hit the hay when this is over?" I said without turning my glace from the TV. It wasn't a question, actually. More like a last ditch effort to get us both a good night sleep. "You wanna be awake tomorrow when you open your presents. Right, Pumpkin?" "Whad'ya get me?" "You'll find out tomorrow when you unwrap'em." "C'mon!" Josh whined in that pleading girlish voice he used when playing the greedy child in need. "Gimmie a hint!" "Hey, you don't hear me buggin' you to tell me what you presents you got me, do you?" I retorted, knowing full well it wouldn't break the kid's persistence. "Tomorrow's my own birthday, too." "Show me yours, I show ya mine." Knew where this could lead. Didn't wanna go there, no matter how much I fuckin' wanted to. Never told Josh that I wanted anything, but he definitely knew what presents I'd enjoy unwrapping. Kid could read me like those porn mags he found. "Uhhhh, let's just wait," I told him. "We can go crazy unwrappin' stuff when we're at Lynn's. Bet she and the boys got us some stuff, ya know? Ready to meet some new pals?" Josh didn't answer, unless one considered those loud slurpin' noises the kid made suckin' up the last drops of his chocolate soda a response. Knew Josh was ambivalent about meeting Lynn and the boys. Pumpkin was a loner at heart. Always suspicious of any new people that crossed his path. Even me, when we first met. The image of my first sight of Josh three years ago was still freshly burned into my brain like it was yesterday. A frail little lost stray puppy huddled in a cold, dark and wet alley, with those glowin' green eyes all wide showing pain and sadness. Seeing those eyes for first time, I knew I wanted to dedicate my life to overflowin' them with happiness and hope. I prayed that thru our friendship, me and Josh could create enough for both of us. Now, if only I could get the lil'imp to sleep! We just sat in silence, watching the movie for about ten or fifteen minutes. That guy from the singin' `n' dancin' Dr. Pepper commercials was about to turn into a werewolf, while `Blue Moon' played on the soundtrack. Poor guy starting screamin' in pain and yellin' about how hot it was. Could easily sympathize. This room was gettin' too damn hot for me, also. The guy started rippin' his shirt off. Pulled his pants off his bare ass, too. "Lookey!" Josh chimed at the sight of the actor's naked butt. "That's the guy from the magazine!" "Uh...no, Pumpkin. That's just an actor. Those..eh, those guys from the magazine are...um...different." The guy's latex body parts started stretchin'. Those Oscar winning transformation effects were in operation. Wasn't sure Pumpkinhead would catch on that it's all fake. "Whoa, wish I could do that," remarked the impressed child. "Uh, Marv?" "Yeah?" "Canna ask ya somethin'?" "Not for any hints, I hope." "Were you sniffin' my shoes?" "Huh?" Shoulda known. Shoulda knew he was playin' possum the whole damn time. "Like when you put me on the bed `n' took my shoes off," the boy continued. "Think-ah saw ya like...like sniffin' my shoe or somethin'?" What could I say? Kid caught me red-handed in the damn cookie jar. "You musta been half-asleep. I-I did take your shoes off. Just wanted to make you comfortable," I explained, tryin' my damndest to sound nonchalant. "I-eh-I may have looked like I smelled something." "My feet don't smell!" Josh exclaimed with a rather exaggerated tone of high-pitched indignation. "Here, see!" My nostrils flared as I felt somethin' brush against my left ear. Shifted my eyes and saw Josh's smelly sock-clad foot extended next to my face. Saw those little boy toes wigglin' beneath that odoriferous fabric. Shifted my eyes back to the TV screen. "Sure, whatever," I said, eyes stickin' to the tube, pushing the boy's foot away from my face with the back of my hand. "Just dreamed I smelled somethin', just like you dreamed you saw me smellin' somethin'." "You did, too!" insisted the boy, who dropped his other shoe in my lap as he stuck out his other foot by my right ear. "Fer real! And they don't smell, either!" Great. Felt those wigglin' boy toes rubbin' both my ears, now. Took a sip of my Coke. Tasted warm `n' flat, now. Guess that's what happens when you let it sit too long next to one's overheating manhood, or so I've been told. "Okay, you're right," I lied as I got up. "Don't smell a thing." "Marv?" I heard Josh say as I headed directly for the door. "Where you goin'?" "Just goin' out for a little bit, Pumpkin. Little stuffy in here. Just need a little fresh air. Be right back!" That was half true. Knew that as I exited the room toward the elevators. That room was too hot for me, but I was goin' outside to inhale cancer fumes, not fresh air. Knew I'd need those smokes! Wasn't even finished walkin' half-way `round the block before I realized I'd sucked in an inch and a half's worth of the Brand Ultra Light 100 between my lips. Had to calm down and get a goddamned grip. The light from the streetlamps above reflected strongly from the wet `n' slickened avenue. Tossed my used-up butt in the gutter, watched it float away as the water currant carried it down a sewer drain. Swore, if I hadn't had gotten out of that room, I'd have swallowed those stinky-sweet socks and... Couldn't blame Josh. Even if he did it on purpose. He's a boy, a child, almost ten, not responsible. No way. It's my problem. My cross to bare. Won't cross that line, even if he begged me to. He's innocent. Sure. Innocent, even if he just pretended to be sleepin', teasin' me with his wigglin' tootsies, daring me to molest him so he could blackmail me into givin' him his damn gifts now. Yes, he's innocent. So, knock it off. Pulled out a fresh smoke and fished for my lighter. "Spare another one?" I heard as I lit up. Looked around. Voice came from the entrance of an alley I was standing next to. "Sorry, Mister. Got another one. Please?" Saw him step out of the alley towards me. Another begger, surely. But he was young. Dark long-haired hispanic boy, almost twelve or just thirteen. Alto-toned voice not too deep. Dressed in an Army jacket, black slacks and wearin' Doc Martins that looked way too big for him. Might be a mugger but, at 5'1", perhaps not. Handed my lit cigarette to him without a word. "Thanks, dude," he said before he took a long drag and exhaled. "Lookin' for company?" "Uh, no thanks." "Sure? It's ok. Got no place to crash, tonight. Sure we couldn't just hang? Don't feel like being alone, now." I almost gasped at the boy's last sentence. Josh said almost the same words to me three years ago in another alley. Wet `n' cold and seven years old. "Don't wanna be alone, now. Don't lemmie sleep out here tonight? Please? I...I'll do anythin' you want." The sounds of desperation and loneliness from that cold and sick child I first met echoed within my brain. All Josh begged for then was help. "Mister, you alright?" I snapped out it. "Here, take `em," I said as I handed the boy my pack of smokes. "I just quit." Walked back to the hotel. Hoped Josh had searched my bag and found his presents, now. Maybe, then we could finally get that sleep that I really needed. Had enough fresh air, and I didn't care if tomorrow was sunny or not. -9:34PM- Heard the movie still goin' on as I opened the door. Oh good lordy! Saw Pumpkinhead on the bed without his jeans! Small body stomach-sprawled across the bed. The boy's little head `n' shoulders propped on a pillow at the foot of the bed just watching the flick. Noticed the kid's jeans flopped over my duffel bag. Just a Spidey-shirt, skimpy light-gray cotton briefs and , of course, those fuckin' smelly white socks was all Josh was wearing. If the my lil'green-eyed demon was plottin' to destroy my resolve, his plan was sure as hell working. My eyes scanned the boy's small torso. Kid might as well have been bare-assed. The curves of the child's little rump and the outline of his asscrack was painfully crystal-clear thru his underwear. Pumpkin's thighs and legs were bare. The sight of this fueled my senses and instantly resurrected my rising erection. The boy's legs were bent upward and his thin ankles were crossed. His calves looked a little fuller than when I saw them last. Relished the soft sounds of Josh's bare legs rubbing together. Lo! He was rubbing his feet together, now! The boy's socked toes appeared to scratching the socked sole of his other foot, then again the other way round! They must be itchy. Gotta be those fungus-infested socks. Should take them off, maybe. "Ya back, Marv?" said the imp without looking away from the TV. Like he didn't care that I was gone. "Where'd ya go?" "No place, nowhere special," I mumbled in a bored tone, trying to sound sleepy, as I sat where I was sitting before. "You comfy, Pumpkin?" "Told'ja it's too hot." "Gotcha. I miss much?" "Werewolf guy just ate six people." "Oh, that's nice." "And he woke up inna zoo, naked. Sure that wasn't the guy inna magazine?" "Yes, I'm sure, Pumpkin," I flatly responded, trying my damndest to sound tired and emotionless. Was on the edge of the line I swore myself never to cross. Didn't see the TV screen in front of me, the images of Josh's ass, he bare thighs and legs, his wigglin' feet were replaying themselves in my head over and over. Didn't hear the TV, either. Kept hearing the caressing sounds of bare legs rubbing and itchy wigglin' boyfeet. "You scratchin' something?" "No," he peeped, but I still heard them. "It's nothin'" "OK," I responded, knowin' full well that if I said another word on the subject, he'd stick those smelly socked feet in my face again. "Socks itchin'?" "No," the boy answered as the rhythm of the itching sounds picked up. "Maybe...a little." "Well, maybe a flea-nest is hatchin' in there, eh? Musta been what I smelled. You smelled it, too. Didn't ya, Pumpkin?" "They DON'T!" he squawked as he hit me on the head with the pillow. "I told'ja, stupid!" "Okay, okay. If you say so." I was askin' for it. I got it, sure enough. Noticed Josh's sock-clad foot extended close to my face. Little foot flexing, toes wigglin' against my right cheek. "Gotta tell ya, Pumpkin. Smells a little bit," I said, half-hopin' to spur the boy further. "Maybe it's just the sock that smells. Gotta be a few fleas hidin' in there." Suddenly, Josh withdrew his foot. He didn't say a word and neither did I. I kept my head facing the TV. Five minutes passed without a peep from him. Didn't think he was taking me seriously. Bet Josh was just slightly sulking with his cute lips pouting. Perhaps he's finally tired. Or watching the movie, again. Thought Pumpkinhead had given up, at last. Not. "Smell it, now?" was what I heard Josh say as I felt somethin' rubbing the left side of my face, again. I turned slightly and beheld of the sight of the little boy's BARE FOOT, his left one. Can hardly put into words the glorious sensations I felt at the sight of the child's slim ankle, those cute lil' wigglin' naked toes that he kept clinching and unclinching creating wonderful wrinkles on his bare sole. The sock was gone, but the odor wasn't. That delicious popcorn cheesy smell, that only the feet of pre-teen boys could produce, was as fresh and strong as ever. Felt my full grown cock tearin' thru my underwear. An ice bucket on it would only turn into over-boilin' water. Could hear short lil'giggles comin' from Josh as he kept rubbin' his bare sole against the the side of my face. "Hee-hee! You needa shave, Marv! Hah!" "I'll shave in the morning," I told him, acting like I didn't give a shit. He may not have been playin' hard-to-get, but I was. "That is, assuming, you'll permit me to get some sleep." "Whad'ya get me, Marv?" "Don't'cha wanna wait till tomorrow to find out?" "Nope!" exclaimed the devious youngster as he then clamped his little toes over my nose. "Hint!" Kid was really pushin' me over the boilin' point. "Ya'know, Pumpkin," I said soundin' like Bogart would if someone was holdin' his nose. "You keep on askin' me that, I'm gonna haveta punish ya. Nothin' personal, kid." "Oh YEAH?" Josh shot back as he tightened the grip his toes had on my nose. "How?" "Well, you're givin' me several good ideas right now," and the they were all makin' my hotrod throb like mad. "Wouldn't you rather just release my nose, settle down and get ready for bed, sweety?" "NO! Gimmie a hint!" "Pumpkinhead, if you don't let go of my nose right now, I'm really gonna haveta make you let go!" "MAKE ME!" Josh challenged as he tugged my nose with those smelly bare toes of his. "Make me, you pervert!" That was it. Took hold of the boy's slim ankle, got my nose loose from the kid's toehold and ran my index finger down Josh's exposed sole, from arch to heel my fingertip went. "EEEEKK!! AHAHAH!" he squealed as I felt an involuntary convulsion surge thru the child's body like an electric jolt. "Tickles!" "You got the idea, now? Want to go to bed?" "No! I wanna hint!" "Fine! I'll give ya a hint!" I arose with my hand firmly gripping Josh's ankle, lifting his leg up. Held his bare foot close to my face. Admired the view, little boy's helpless naked sole and five bare wiggly toes a few inches from my nose. Glaced at the almost ten year-old kid on the bed. His small lips were quivering, tryin' not to laugh or smile. The boy's luminous green-eyes were filled with fearful anticipation of what he already knew he was gonna get. Started with the toes. Used my pinky to fiddle with toe #5, the smallest. Heard Pumpkin gigglin' already. Wiggled my pinky thru the space between toes #5 and #4. All five clinched-up. Reflex. Pinky was trapped between Josh toes, so I gently raked my three free fingers across the boy's arch. "AAHHAHAHHA!!" laughed the boy as his toes unclinched, releasing my pinky, and wiggled freely. Quite a sight. "Hehheeheh." Worked my fingers along the crevices under those five toes. Kid's digits kept wigglin' and spreading. Tried to fit my four fingers inbetween the toes, but the spaces were too narrow for adult fingers. So, I danced my fingertips all over those five piggies. Like pressing fleshy little buttons. Was playin' with Josh's foot like it was a musical instrument, and Josh's laughter was just sweet music to my ears. "Marv...amahhahahaHAHAHamammMARVahAHAHHA!!!!" Next, moved my five fingers over the child's bare sole. So soft, sensitive and ticklish! Loved feeling the soft texture of those wrinkles on my fingertips. Kid's small foot was wrigglin' in my grasp as my fingers slowly raked his defenseless sole. "OH GODAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHHHAAHAHHhahhehehheaHAHha!!!!" Upped the pace. Raked and stroked my fingers hard `n' fast all over Pumpkin's little bare ticklish sole. From arch to heel I tickled, and everything between it. "AHAAAHHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAMAMMAMAAAARVAPLAHAPLEEEAEAH!!!!!" Josh was laughin' and squirmin' as he kept tryin' to wriggle his foot away from my ticklin' hand. Was pressing his other socked foot against my crotch. Not too hard. To push me away?... "PLEEAESIIIHAHAHAHAHTIICAHATICKLES...(COUGH)...Haha!!!" Had the boy in hysterics, now. When I heard him cough, I eased my assault and just fiddled with his toes. Didn't want to hurt him. "HAHAhahaeheheheh...pervert...hahaheheheh!" "So," I said, standing above the boy with his foot in my hand as I let him catch his breath. "You give?" "NO! YOU GIVE! GIMMIE!!" With that, I kneeled at the foot of the bed still holding Josh's little foot. I pressed my left forearm on the boy's ankle, his wrigglin' bare foot stickin' out between my arm and the bed. I resumed my five-fingered tickle torture on Pumpkin's piggies. "GIMMIEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHHAHAHAHHAHH!!!!" Oh how I loved this! Just the sight of Josh's wrigglin' bare foot being tickled by my hand made my heart beat three times it's speed. My cock was throbbin' even harder. Mighta givin myself a heart attack, but I'd at least be the happiest almost thirty year-old dead man in the world. Just hoped I wouldn't tickle my almost ten year-old victim to death. No boy ever diedof too much laughter. "HHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAGAGHA...GIMMIE MARV...AHAHAHHA!!!!" As my fingers tickled his bare foot, Josh pushed his socked foot into my face. The smell drove me wild! I did what I've been wantin' to do since I pulled the boy's Reeboks off. Tugged at the sock's toe with my teeth till there was enough to bite on, bit down and startin' pullin'. Like a maddog, I growled like the animal I became as I tugged and pulled on that boy's sock till it was half-way off. Moved Josh's half-bare foot under my forearm, next to his bare one, and just simply yanked the sock off. There! I had a magnificent little pair of ticklish bare boyfeet exposed, within my evil clutches and absolutely at my mercy! "AH! At last, my little green-eyed Pumpkinheaded prisoner," I emoted rather hammily as I took in the wonderful sight of my little boy's bare soles and ten wiggly toes. "This is your last chance. Hoo-ha-ha-hah-hah! Will you surrender and go to bed, like a good little boy?" "Hehe..okay..okay, Marv...eheeheh," replied the gigglin' child. "I...hehehee...I surrender...CYYYKE!!! Whaddyagiveme! Whaddyagivemewhaddyagiveme!! Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmiegimmie! GIMMIEGIMMIE!!!" I'd be lyin' if I said I hoped he'd really surrender. Past the boilin' point of no return, I let loose my hand on those poor captive bare boysoles. "GIMMIEHEEHEHEHAHAHAHHAHAAAHAHHAAHAGHAGAHGGAGHHAHAHA... OH GOD!..AHAHAHHAHAHGGHAHGAHAHA...GOD YOU'RE SUCHA PERVERT, MARV!..MAAMMAAHAHAH...(COUGH COUGH)...AHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!" Time just ceased to exist, like my common sense. I was within a moment that would soon be just a sweet and wonderful erotic memory. Had to make it a long one. Surrendered my willpower to my paedophallic boyfeet lust. Nothin' but me and that pair of wrigglin' bare boysoles, now. My senses were flooded with the forbidden paedoerotic aura of it all. The very sight of Josh's naked soles twitchin', flexin', wrigglin' together and those ten wiggly little toes goin' wild as my fingers stroked his soft `n' sensitive boyfeet flesh. The smell. Yes! That smelly aromatic fragrance that bare boyfeet give off. All set to the soundtrack of Josh's high-pitched, almost-girlish hysterical laughter. Mozart himself couldn't have written sweeter music. "EEEHEHEHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAHHAHAHHHA...(COUGH)...AHAHHA... (COUGH-COUGH)...AHAHAHAHAHAAHTHAHATAHA...TICKLIN' MEEEEHEHEH!!!!" Kept tickin' and fondling the boy's bare feet with my fingers. Rubbed my scratchy face against those soft boysoles. Wasn't enough. Had to taste them. Like a dog, started lickin' those fleshy bare boysoles. Ran my hot thick wet tongue slowly up and down each sole. My tastebuds tingled at the fresh taste of bare boyfeet flesh. Josh kept laughin' as my slimy tongue oscillated between between each sole, both now shiny with saliva. My tongue moved over the tops of the boy's toes, then into the ticklish crevices under those piggies. Squirmed my tongue, like an eel, between each of those bare wiggly toes, next. "HAAHAHHAAAHAHH...(COUGH)...AHAHH...KILLIN' MEHEHE!!!" Eased up, again. Josh was on his back, gigglin' and gaspin' for air. Tears were runnin' down his rosy cheeks. Oh dear, I thought. Have I gone too far? Was wiping his eyes with one hand. Suddenly noticed the boy's other hand over his crotch! The sight of that small hand rubbin' the little bulge between his legs combined with the naked boyfeet in my hands just spurred me on. I stood up, liftin' Josh's feet up with me. Bare boysoles in both hands. Raked my fingers across them, again. Josh laughed and squirmed, again. Sucked one big toe, than the other. Then I sucked BOTH big toes, as my fingers danced across his bare soles. Fellated those two big toes for a while. Then I shoved half of Pumpkin's little right foot into my mouth, as I tickled the other one. Josh struggled and wriggled his ankles as my mouth covered his arch and five toes. Felt those wiggly toes clinchin' as my tongue squirmed between them. No food I ever ate tasted better than half that boy's bare foot in my mouth. "HAHAHAHAAHASAH...(COUGH)...STOPAHAHAH...MARVAHAHHAA... (COUGH-COUGH)...PLEASE STOP!!!...heh!!! Even though I was crazed with lust, I wasn't crazy enough to ignore Josh's shouts to stop. When he said `stop' or `no', I knew he'd had enough. Let Josh's spit-covered foot slip out of my mouth and released the other one. Saw the prostrated boy on the bed still convulsing with giggles, like hiccups, and gaspin' for breath. Pumpkin's hair was a tousled mess, green-eyes all watery, his cheeks wet with fresh tears and some snot was even leaking out his nose down his lip. Then I noticed that large yellow wet spot over the crotch of the boy's underpants. I made Josh pee on himself! What the fuck have I done? "Hee-he...Marv. I made a mess," murmered the boy in a thin and sheepish voice. "Sorry...hehe." "No. No, Pumpkin. No!" I said as I kneeled down in my begging-forgiveness position. "Look, Josh. I'M SORRY!" "What...why?" "Please, it's my fault. I shouldn't have...I...I didn't mean to hurt you." "Didn't hurt." "I'm so sorry, Pumpkin. I just got carried away." "Didn't you like it?" "Yes, I loved it. Whoa...that is...I never wanted to do something you didn't enjoy. Didn't mean to..." "I liked it," Josh claimed as he sat up wiping his tear-stained face. "Just peed. No big deal, kay?" "Okay," I answered as I saw the outline of Josh's stiffened little boyhood and tight ballsac thru the clinging wet crotch of his briefs. "We're cool, then?" "Sure," the boy shrugged as he slid off the bed and onto his feet. "Whatever." I could tell by the color of his cheeks that Josh was truly embarrassed to have peed in his undies. Could just imagine how he'll feel next knowing he's gotta share a bed with the man who made him pee - me. "Pumpkin, we really need to get some sleep now," I told him feelin' like the hypocritical perv I was, talkin' like I was the kid's parent after taking advantage of him. "Um...wanna wash up first?" "Was gonna," Pumpkin mumbled meekly, not even lookin' at me as he walked over to the bathroom. Slammed the door shut and locked it. I'm such a piece of shit. Should flush myself down the toilet Josh shoulda pissed in. He's justa child, a little boy. Innocent, even if he knowingly provoked my actions. I'm an adult who should fuckin' know better. Switched off the tube, took my jacket off and sat on the bed. Heard the shower go on within the bathroom as I reached for my duffel bag. Unzipped it and pulled out Pumpkinhead's PJ's. Saw the shirt where I hid Pumpkin's videogame CD's was still folded like I left it. Maybe, when Josh is done in the bathroom, I should just let him unwrap these gifts now. What the hell, I thought. He's been buggin' me all night for hints. Might even forgive me for making him wet himself. What was that? Thought I had heard somethin' from within the bathroom. Sounded like Josh lettin' out a few moans or somethin'. Nevermind. Better leave him alone for now. Maybe I was makin' a mountain outta an anthill. Just tickled the boy's feet a little too much, that's all. Nothin' real harmful. Bet when he wakes up tomorrow and opens his gifts, Josh won't even remember or care what happened the night before. Kids his age have such short attention spans, anyway, and Pumpkin was no exception. If nothing else, my ticklin' assualt on Josh seems to have finally made him want to go to bed. Pumpkin's high-pitched squeals and giggles were still echoing in my head. Hopefully, that fit of hysterics has drained the kid's energy. Pumpkin'll be in slumberland the second his little noggin hits the pillow, perhaps. Put his folded PJ's on the far-right corner of the bed. I'll be sleepin' on the left side. Enough space between us to sleep comfortably. Figured I should be in bed already before Josh got out of the bathroom. Unbuttoned my shirt, removed my shoes and socks and slid my pants off my legs. Oh dear, looks like I wet myself a bit, too. Felt a moist spot on my boxer shorts the size of a golfball. My dick's been oozing pre-cum. Still hadda leaky eight and a half inch banana to contend with, but not tonight. Slid myself under the bedsheets, tried to reposition my stubborn erection so it wouldn't poke its head out of my boxers or become a noticeable tent pole beneath the blankets. Fluffed my pillow a bit as I heard the shower go off. Rolled on my side, my cushioned head facing my right, away from where Pumpkin's gonna sleep. Slipped my wristwatch off and put it on the side table next to the lamp. Heard the bathroom door opening. I clicked the lamp off and closed my eyes. Even with my eyes shut, could hear the soft footsteps of Josh's bare feet on the carpet. "Marv?" whispered the boy into my ear. Felt his soft breath on the side of my neck, his hand lightly patting my arm. "You asleep?" I was pretending to be asleep. Needed to sleep, so did Josh. Heard him sigh and walk over to his side of the bed. Hope he was puttin' on his PJ's. Quietly, I slowly turned my head and opened one eye. Saw Josh standing by the bed - NAKED. Could only see the back of him, but what a sight he was! The child had smooth blemishless white skin, thin little arms and shoulders,an enticingly curved back and spine leading down to those beautiful bare boy buttocks; two little round cheeks of boyflesh that my whole hand longed to touch. Lordy! The kid's naked ass was clinching up, which made dimples on each side of the nude boy's bared butt. Pumpkin's left hand was on his hip, while I couldn't see the other hand cause he was using it. The naked boy's back was turned to my wide-opened eye, but I knew immediately that he was playin' with his pre-teen genitalia. The jerking rhythm of his arm, the boy's short but rapid breathin' and the soft sounds of his little fingers rubbin' his little boy cocklet as his ballsac jiggled. Saw Josh's back tense, his little ass clinch, heard a soft low moan. He turned his head slightly. Noticed his PJ's layin' at the corner of the bed. Kid picked them up, as he sat his cute lil'bare boybutt on the bed, and tossed them on the floor. The child then laid across the bed on his side and reached for the switch of the wall lamp next to him. I shut my eye and turned away as I heard the click. I understood. Too stuffy in here for wearin' PJ's. Besides, tomorrow was Josh's tenth birthday. What could be more appropriate than for a birthday boy to wake up wearin' his own birthday suit? Felt like wearin' my own, but I didn't dare make a move. Just wanted my thoughts to drift away within the darkness that filled the room, now. Would be up by six, shave, jack-off in the shower, get dressed and wake Josh in time to have him unwrap my shirt with his first three birthday gifts. That should keep him happy till we eat breakfast and take that two hour drive to Lynn and the boys. That was my wake-up plan. Hope tomorrow will be...awwwww fuck it! Who cares, I thought as I zonked out. -11:02pm- "Marv. Marv! Wake up!" was what I heard as my groggy eyes flickered open, tryin' to adjust to the lights that Josh must have switched back on. "Marv, you awake?" "Whuur...wha...what the?" was my half-conscious reply as felt the boy breathin' over me. His small fingers pullin' my sleepy eyelids open as his other hand was rubbin' my scratchy unshaved chin. Was still night. "Pumpkin...why aren't you asleep, yet?" "Can't sleep," Pumpkinhead peeped as my vision cleared to see the naked boy kneeling over me. Wide open green-eyes that weren't the slightest bit drowsy staring down at me. Smooth undeveloped chest with dime-sized pink nipples on opposite sides. Drumtight skin over a visible rib-cage with a washboard-flat boy belly under it. Cute innie belly-button above a V-shaped pelvis with a little cut three-inch erect pricklet jutting upward from his hairless pubes, with a silky little undescended ballsac hanging underneath. At the sight of this, I shouldn't have complained to be awakened. "Needa hint." "Awwww, for cryin' out loud," I groaned as I threw my sleepy head back and rolled my eyes. Knew I shouldn't have let him eat that junk. "Can'tcha wait till tomorrow?" "Nope! Needa hint!" "No hints, tonight. Alright. Go to sleep." "Pleeeeaaase, Marv?" whined the boy as his small hand grabbed the right pectoral of my hairy chest. My nipple stiffened at the feel of the boy's warm squeezing palm. "Just one?" "Okay. I give ya one, you'll go to sleep?" "Yeah!" "Fine. It's something you play with. Goodnite, Pumpkin." "That ain't no hint!" barked the kid before he slapped my right pec a little. Looked up at the petulant spoiled-brat expression on the little boy's mug, with that little pouty lower lip stuck out. So adorable when he does that. "Gimmie a good one!" Hadda think. Didn't want to tell Josh about the game discs in my shirt. Remembered the big arcade-style analog joystick I bought that was hidden in the cartrunk. I got it cause Josh didn't like using the directional button controller on his game console. "Alright. It's long, you hold it, you jerk it around, it's attached to somethin' you love and you play with it." "Really?" "Yeah. Those hints good enough?" "Canna unwrappit?" "What? Now? No way!" "Pleeeeeeaaaaase!" Josh wailed as he bounced on the bed on his knees, his rigid boydick bouncing with him. "Just one, Marv?" I've had it. He'll never let up, now. Just tell'em where the damn game discs are hidden so we can finally get some fuckin' sleep! "Okay, okay! You win, Pumpkin. I give. You can unwrap ONE gift, OK?" "Fer real?" "Uh-huh." "Now?" "Yes, right now. This very momento." "YEEAAH!!" the conquering child hollered, leaping to his feet and jumping up `n' down on the bed with naked joy. "OK, Pumpkin. It's in my bag. It's inside the blu shir...SHIT!" I said as I felt Josh's little fingers slip under the elastic waistband of my boxers which were then quickly yanked down and all the way off. "Uh...what the hell? Pumpkin?" Shock and surprise were not the words to describe the sight of my naked little Pumpkinhead tossing my boxers across the room with childish glee. He followed this by flopping tummy-first on the bedspace between my spreading legs. Kid's face was only inches from my exposed tower of penis. Was stunned speechless as I felt the boy breathing on my eight and a half inches of thick studflesh. "Whoooaaa!" responded the amazed child at the sight and the length of my naked manhood, those green-eyes triple-sized and his mouth forming a wide-open pink-O. "You gotta big fuckin' dick, Marv!" Think I tried to speak, but I couldn't as I felt the boy's small hand take hold of my cock. God! The feel of those little warm fingers wrapped around my fleshy shaft as he squeezed it and moved it around like the joystick I bought him. Felt Josh's other hand exploring my thick pubic bush with his fingers, as he tightened his grip on my throbbin' cock. Started moving my veiny shaft up `n' down with slow but incredible little strokes. The boy's other hand kept pullin' slightly at the coarse pubic hair near my big dick's base. Pumpkin moved that hand under my heavy testicle bag and cupped both of my achin' balls. Could clearly see the boyish excitement within the child's green-eyes as well as the absorbing fascination in the face of a boy handling that most forbidden male private part of mine. Continued to fondle my balls, rolling them in his palm like they were toys. "Thing's leakin', Marv," I heard the boy say as I felt his thumb rubbin' over the pre-cum oozin' piss-slit of my cock's bulbous swollen purple head. "Slime!" "Th-that's cum, baby," I somehow managed to gasp out. "Mean that white stuff?" "Uh-huh." Suddenly, the boy quickened the pace of his stroking and squeezed my dick harder. Feeling was un-fuckin'-believable! Kid squeezed out quite a few drops of clear pre-cum which was now leaking onto the boy's small stroking hand. Then, Josh moved forward, puckered his lips and rubbed the oozin' tip of my leakin' dick across them like lipstick. Think I moaned just before Josh leaned over and across, his face close to mine, and pressed his pre-cum wet lips against mine. Only a few seconds, and what sweet seconds they were. Warm and sticky. Boy pulled his head back with a smack, pre-cum smeared lips stretchin into another dimpled smile as he looked at me. "You're the kewlest, Marv." As Josh moved back and continued to stroke my throbbin' phallux, I realized that everything and every move the boy made since we got here was planned. Planned in advance by that kid pretending to sleep in the back of my car, teasin' me with his feet, goading me into ticklin' him silly, just so he'd be in a better position to molest me! Maybe he peed his undies on purpose, too! Whatever the real reason was, Pumpkinhead put a spell on me, now. The moment he gave me that cummy kiss, the lil'auburn mop-topped green-eyed imp possessed me body and soul. My deviant paedophallic sexual urges were just putty in the boy's small hands now playin' with my big cock. [END OF PART TWO] skiddo12@yahoo.com Flame me if you're dyin' to be ignored!