Date: Tue, 4 May 2010 03:03:23 +0200 From: Marc Peterson Subject: Home Visit A basically true story for adult people at legal places ( M/b, mast, oral) * Michel was a barely 12-years old 6th grader, a cute and very special boy from the early 80ies and worth to talk a little bit about him, as his single working mom and her boy friend couldn't (in fact: wouldn't) care for him enough and help with his school home work and therefore tried to convince him to switch to a boarding place. Michel though just wouldn't like that idea, and the social service reminded his mom, that there was no reasonable priced private boarding school available for her son, according to the mother's financial means and the unwillingness of her lover to contribute, so the "SS" could offer her only a subsidized place in a state owned, combined orphanage/reform school for boys. That was MY working place, and I'd just taken the lead of my group! However, they all weren't that much into a state home, but eventually the situation at home escalated, when mom's lover answered Michel's verbal attacks more often with ear swats, what led to the man's temporarily cast out. Michel was pleased, but still didn't want to go into an institution for boys, until one of the "SS's" ladies asked me to personally encourage that boy at his home, what I then checked first with the headmaster, and after his approval very eagerly did on a school free Wednesday afternoon, hearing what kind of boy that kid was ... maybe a bit retarded in body growth due to the family background, another lady from the youth service assumed, but that he could change as well, if he'd be once at a stable place. "Well, I guess we can offer such a location, ma'am!" "Oh ... of course! And I'm confident, as your place has a good reputation," she'd replied, before she rang the bell at a condo in a low priced multi-storey building and Michel, clad just in a worn green cotton pajama, opened the door. "Uh, the social service again, mom! Uh, hi Mrs. F. ... uh, hi Mister ... please," he then hurried to let us in. "Hi Michel," I said and quickly tousled his medium cut dark hair, what brought a sparkling smile from the boy towards me. 'The first PLUS-point,' I'd thought and made a mental note not to spoil it ... after all I'd right away seen his button in the ear ... on his right ear, that is! "Oh, the mister from the boarding home! Please come in Mr. ... Mrs. F.," the mother, a barely beauty in her mid-thirties asked, coming out of the kitchen, before adding: "Now go and get some clothes, Michi - it's 10 past already!" "But the other days you don't say anything, mom!" Michel protested. "Yeah, but we have visitors now - so ..." "Uh, for me it's OK with his pyjies for the moment; on Sundays our boys were allowed to be in pajamas for the brunch too," I suggested. "So? Well, on Sundays then; but now ... it's just ... his pajamas aren't that clean anymore ... if he only not would pull on his thingie all the time!" she was shaking her head. "MOM, I DON'T!" Michel shouted. "Yeah yeah ... and then wanting me to tell it was from the yoghurt again, huh? Like just an hour ago, and with us not having yoghurt at home at all, hehehe! They might cut off your wiener in the home, if you don't behave!" "WHAT? First the skin a couple years ago, and now ... ALL ?" Michel shouted back. "Yeah, and we better hadn't solved that with your tight foreskin yet - it surely would prevent you now from playing around on your dickie all the time, Michel!" his mother added in a wantonly tone, giving me the idea that she was a bit on the primitive side in that matter ... uh, but I wasn't that much better in order to challenge a boy, when being alone with him, hehehe! "NONSENSE! Sorry and whatever ... but I don't have that much time, and Mr. Peterson should be back for lunch on his group too. So we better ..." the "SS-lady" then tried to speed to process up. "And don't worry - we normally will not cut off a boy's pricklet ... or his saclet with the jewels! And the thing with the stains there ... that's just a normal for a kid your age and will fade later, Michel," I added with a smile and gave his mother then a straight look. "Oh of course, Mr. Peterson ... you surely know more about that ... uh, puberty-thing ... uh, please," Michel's mom excused herself and opened the door to the living room, whereas I secretly blinked with an eye to the slightly blushed preteen son and held my thumb up. 'Another PLUS-point,' I happily registered, when Michel himself quickly blinked back. * Now I don't want to talk about non-important details which I anyway cannot remember exactly anymore, but I recall quite well, how excited I was to hear earlier from his mom, that this still delicately built kiddo was already soiling his pajama pants with kind of a sexual fluid, and when I was then briefly glaring at his crotch, the boy first faintly smiled at me, and after I'd mouthed an 'OK', he quickly stretched his back and set up a rather confident attitude on his cute face. Useless to say that I, starting heavily with boys at age 19, knew meanwhile lots about puberty of boys, with some starting early before 11 and some late at only 15, some passing thru all stages within a year, whereas others take their time up to 5 years sometimes. Checking carefully Michel's crotch again I couldn't say that he was overly blessed - after all he was just a delicately built 12-year-old, but had nevertheless a nice lump, when sitting with crossed thighs on the couch, showing off, and for me rather excitingly, some of that said, slightly bleached spots on his green worn pajama trousers. With the diskussion going on it was more the mother who asked lots of questions, whereas Michel still hesitated to say 'yes' to a boarding place, despite giving me an excusing smile. At 11.30 the lady eventually had to go, and when I got up as well, I was asked by Michel to please stay and have lunch with them. "But Michel ..." his mother said. "Pleeease mom ... uh, do you like Spaghetti, Mr. Peterson?" he nonchalantly was asking me. "Oh, to tell the truth: I LOVE spaghetti, Michel - maybe another time, huh?" I smiled at him and had by then finally the urge to re-arrange my crotch! "Ohhhhh ... just today ... stay with me ... please?" the boy said and took my hand ... with his young, soft and dainty one "MICHEL!" his mom shouted, but the kid's hand had already an irresistible impact on me, being a fetishist of cute, gracile shaped boyhands, aside from the 11th finger and its pouch, of course, and I right away knew that I needed those thin childish fingers of that pubescent getting kid wrapped around and moving up and down on my cock, before he had to open his lush mouth too - gosh! Short - I agreed with an accelerated pulse, called my female vice-group leader to serve lunch without me, but together with a practise we then had, what was OK, and when the lady was about to leave and Michel's mom went down with her to the cellar to get a bottle of red wine, I boldly made use of that uncovered time and assured Michel, that I had no problems with the four, five cum stains in his trousers, whereupon he just starred at his crotch. "You know, they are simply a good sign for me," I added calmly, but was feeling my heart beating in my throat. "A good sign? Why?" he wanted to know and glid a bit closer on the couch towards me. "Well, it shows that you're a healthy boy with an already started puberty ... and that yopur birdie can spit its slimy load - uh, I mean, that it works obviously the way it should - understand?" "Uh ... yeah, I guess ... hihihi ... but the way you say that so ... with the birdie ... so funny ... hihihi ..." "Oh, I don't want to embarass you, Michel. I just talk always straight to my pupils and really think that your dick gets often stiff and then wants you to rub on it, until it can squirt the milky liquid, huh? Uh, but such things I say only when I'm alone with a boy, mostly when sitting on his bed at night-time ... and so far all boys on my group like that in a way too," I explained and briefly patted his thigh. He didn't flinch a bit, therefore I replaced my hand again ... and a bit higher on his thin thigh. "Uh ... I think ... well, I like when you're talking about that ... about the dick and the stuff, I mean ..." he then blushed just a tiny bit. "Really? Well, then we can talk a lot about puberty once you're on my group in the home, Michel - if you want!" "Uh ... I guess I want, if ... if you're talking later to me, when mom's gone ... about this here," he with a heavier breath said and pointed with his thin digit towards his by then quite a bit bulged crotch. 'GOT IT!' I thought, but then hesitated a brief moment for not crying out my success, knowing that this boy was just ready to give himself to me ... I was so sure about! However, when I slipped my hand an inch or so closer to his treasures, feeling it touch the saclet and the more erected boy stem thru the fabric, sure enough was his mom entering the apt. again, what made Michel hastily whisper: "Afterwards then!" Well, well then! And so, after some waggish smiles from Michel across the table, the quite tasty spaghettis and two glasses of Chianti (more I couldn't allow myself due to the car I had to drive back), Michel's mother served us an espresso and then had to go to her shift as a cashier in a supermarket, asking me to please talk a bit more to her son about the home place. "Of course I will ... and later, could I take him for a first, non-binding visit with me, if he wants?" I asked. "That would be great, if you're lucky to convince him, since ... well, I guess he needs a man who likes him, a man like you, as my ... uh, friend isn't that type - not into kids ... you know probably about some incidents we had ..." she tried to excuse her lover. 'Yeah, that happens sometimes, and despite I think that kids also need sort of a punishment for bad behavior, it should not get done that way - not by swatting the face of a child. I will talk to Michel about that also and guess, that he might like my style as well as my group, the two co-educators and the other kids there - all nice people," I smiled at her and blinked then with an eye again to Michel, who had by then more as just a half hard-on in his pajamas, pulling with his sinful young hand lasciviously on the tent's tip. And he blinked back again too, changing from one eye to the other, and when his mom was gone and the boy still hadn't follow her order to get dressed properly, the first thing he wanted to know was, if I really would punish kids in the home too. "But of course I have to do that, Michel, or a very naughty behavior would become a daily challenge - do you understand?" I explained smilingly and tousled his hair. He smiled back, bevor asking: "And how would you do that ... the punishment?" "Oh, I normally deliver a series of swats on a boy's bum - on a naked one, though," I said and made a bit bigger eyes. "Oh ... on a NAKED bum? Really? "Yeah," I just gave back. "And ... where would it happen then?" "Well, I just would take that kid into the office or into my adjacent apartment, where it could take off his shirt and undershirt first and then gets his wrists tied behind his back, before I would lower all his pants by myself to the knees or ankles," I casually made it clear. "Gosh! But why to tie the hands and get rid of the shirt too?" "Oh, that's just because sometimes a boy want to protect his bum, and a shirt would just slip down and hinder me to propely swat and punish the boy's naked bum cheeks, Michel," I earnestly gave back. "Huh? But then ... then you might see the boy's dick, isn't it?" he argued. "Sure; and the kid's saclet too, and the pubic hair, if he has some already!" "I haven't some yet," he a bit sighed. "Oh, there is still time for them to grow - you're just 12 after all, but at least your penis can squirt, as we know and see!" "Yeah, but not that much either," he almost sighed again. "Never mind; that will improve too, the more you do it ... uh, how often you let your stuff out anyway?" I again casually wanted to know. "Uh ... I ... well, shall I tell you the truth?" "Of course - we should both be honest in that matter, Michel!" "OK ... it's about five, six times a day ..." "WOW! SO GREAT! I mean ... uh, I just think you belong to the few on my group who make a good use of their private tools and do it often enough! After all it also brings a lot of joy and relaxation, isn't it?" "YEAH ... I ... I like to wank and spunk up!" "So you've done it already more then once today I guess, huh?" "Sure - twice! At seven in the bed and just before you came I had to do it again ... and you?" OH-OH ! "Me? Uh, so two, three times it's always as well," I more or less honestly gave back. "And this morning?" "Uh ... this morning not yet - it was in the night," I said the truth, but didn't mention it was with a 9-year-old from the neighbor group, to whom I'd longtime promised to shag once his little butt. "So you ... uh, still need to do it, huh?" "Well, I guess it's inevitable for somebody without a partner, understand?" "Oh ... I see! So you are not yet married or have a girl friend then?" "I'd told you so! But why you're asking me like that?" "Oh, that's just ... if you've got a wife or girl friend, you then would ... would you?" he explained, showing me with a dirty grin his right's digit penetrating a hole he'd made with the left's thumb and forefinger. "Hey, you're clever, hehehe ... but yeah, I would certainly do that; but for the time being I sadly have to satisfy myself alone," I said in mock grieve, tousling his hair another time, what made him come again closer to me. "Oh, that's no good," he shook his cute head. "I know, Michel - I know!" I sighed. "Mr. Peterson?" "Yeah?" "Can you ... would you show me ... uh, how you would spank a boy? Just for fun though ..." he asked, facing the floor, then looking up at me slyly. "Hehehe - for fun? Well, just as a demonstration then, huh?" I quickly took his nasty idea as mine, despite having hoped he would ask me to lend me a hand - his dainty hand, of course! "YEAH - but not too hard, please," he said, before and without further approval pulling his pajama's top over his head, showing me his white, still so completely undeveloped boyish upper body ... and then had his trousers already down to his ankles! BOY OH BOY! "Sorry - uh, it's stiff!" he excused himself, but was slightly grinning, expectantly. "Well, you could say that ... but that happens mostly to boys who are about to get their bum spanked, Michel," I breathed, but admired his probably stiff, neatly cut 4.5 incher which surely had already left the phase of prepuberty. "Really?" "Yeah, and to prevent their dicks from spitting their spunk onto my trousers, should they be mature enough already, I normally put a towel over my lap before pulling the boy close to me!" "Oh ... then I don't know; because ... mine wants to spit soon I guess," he grinned somewhat derailed, shrugging his smallish shoulders. "Is it a lot then?" I asked with a rather dry mouth. "No no - just a few drops! What now?" he asked back, fumbling on his so far nicely grown cut stiffie and grabbing a few times his eatable, grape-sized balls in his cute saclet. "Well, never mind! Should you have to spill your seed, then just let it come on my shirt or trousers - it will dry up quickly I guess," I most hornily stated, having had already once in a while a boy's load on my clothes instead in my mouth, and then took that kid between my spread legs, grabbed his thin neck with my left and placed my right onto his firm small boy bum. Gosh - I knew I already badly wanted to go there inside, using his tight back door between his firm melons, so ... "Did YOU choose to have your right ear pierced?" "Uh ... yeah! And I knew before that it might look gay - do you think so?" "Uh, not necessarily, if it were young boys like you, but ..." "Maybe I'm a fag, Mr. Peterson!" he interrupted, then pushed his young crotch slightly into mine. "Uh ... Michel, I ... well, some men might think that, and ..." "And?" he asked, pushing again. "They might think you are available and ask you to go with them for a quickie behind a shed or into a toilet!" "Qu ... Quickie?" "Yeah, that's a fuck served by the man's stiff penis to your mouth or up your bum, Michel ..." I dared to explain him. "Does that hurt? Up the butt I mean?" he not at all startled asked back. "Well, such a small tight bum like yours will surely hurt the first 3, 4 times a man would fuck you, therefore most boys prefer to get their throat flushed with the man's sperm instead and will maybe later try to get their back entrance opened too, Michel," I with a rather shaking voice explained to him. "You're talking makes me ... uh, wanting to try it ... with YOU!" "Mouth ... or bum?" I barely brought out and almost fainted. "Uh ... both please, Mr. Peterson - BOTH!" he not less excited blew me his hot breath into my face. "OK, Michel - but not here, better in my apartment later and maybe also not today already!" I wanted to cool the oven a bit down. "Oh ... too bad! But then at least the spanking now, please ..." he sighed aloud. "Yeah, that's what we were up to before - let's do it quickly!" I replied and really needed some action. "Ohhhhhh ... uhhhhhhh ..." he moaned, when his pubescent getting package got harder pressed onto my jeans crotch and my right hand's edge was slipping between his silky ass cheeks, grabbing then his little eggs from behind. "That's just that I don't give your jewels an unwanted blow, Michel," I excused my bold action. "It's OK, but if do some more of that ... that fumbling, I might loose it soon then ..." he warned. "I know; your perineum is incredibly hard already," I breathed into his ear and started with some caressing swats, whereas he was leaning into me, resting his head onto my breast and pushing his young groin and stiff rod rhythmically into my lap, badly teasing my own erection beneath, until ... "Oh Mr. Peterson, I guess ... I ... it's ... uhhnnghhhh ... oohhhhnggg ... mnnghhh ... ahhhhhhhh ..." "It's OK boy - let it all come ... expell your young milky stuff ... come, squirt some more ... yeah, good boy, Michel ... that's it ... " I panted some, almost loosing it too. "Oh sorry ... WOW! It's more then I thought ... hihihi ..." the boy giggled after a dozen seconds, when pulling a bit away from my crotch and taking a string or two of a tiny bit whitish cum with him, whereas on my light summer trousers was now a rather big and wet darker spot of watery slime, him adding then: "Oh - you just have to clean it out in the bath ... there!" he pointed with his cute digit behind him. "Nuh, that will dry up soon - just wait some minutes," I suggested, before asking: "And? How did you enjoy your test-spanking?" "GREAT! HEY ... why you dod that?" he a bit shouted, when I scooped some of his young boy cum from his still hard penis and shoved it into my mouth. "Boy honey is very healthy and damn' tasty I tell you," I earnestly explained, before asking: "But you wnted to say something ..." "Oh ... uh, I mean I would like to get spanked by you - even when it had to be hard once I might have been too naughty! Uh ... but now your's still hard! Do you want to use the bath to jack it off? You've said you hadn't had a wank this morning yet!" "That's right my boy! Uh, if you've got a hanky, I will quickly do it here on the sofa ... if you don't mind and tell anybody, that is!" I boldly said, since I really needed to cum too and wanted him to witness it. "NO NO, don't worry about me - never do! Well, that's - WOW! I really want to see your ... uh, how your spunk comes ... wait, I'll get a towel," he eagerly replied, when I was holding him back then, proposing to shoot my load onto his breast and then we both would take a shower afterwards. "OH YEAH - go ... do it now!" he almost demanded and bowed his upper body towards me. "Not that way - just come on my left side ... a bit more up ... good; and now fondle my balls ..." "But don't squirt into my face," he semingly was worried a bit, but grinned at the same time too. "Uh, I don't know how far my spurts will go - just close your eyes in case my sperm splashes near your face, OK?" "OK, but take it out now!" he wanted to see my tool. "Boahhh - that's a thicker one then Daniel's," he exclaimed, when my 6.5-incher stood up after I'd pulled it together with my heavy sac out of my flies. "So? Do you've seen his dick often?" "Nuh, just once when he went from the bath to mom's bedroom and had a stiffie already - much thinner I guess, but a bit longer then yours, though," Michel said, and then without asking cupped my eggs and tried to roll them around in his sweet soft palm, what wasn't possible, whereas I started to wank and then ejaculated within a minute or barely two with a thick string across his nose and onto his chin, before some more strands soiled his chicken breast. "Uh ... it's a lot! Shall I?" he then surprisingly asked, when his rosy tongue had caught a big cum drop which viscously was running down from his nose's edge, and before I could encourage him, he'd lifted that spermy slime into his mouth, savouring it inside ... and without hesitating swallowed it, showing me his empty mouth afterwards. "Oh ... mmhhhh ... goodie-goodie!" he then said, nodding his cute head. "You're kidding, huh? And that's really your first cum you just swallowed?" I was surprised. Not that there were no boys who'd eaten my load already, but the way Michel acted I rarely saw in my BL-career! "NO! I mean ... well, I don't know! I just thought I would like it ... only from YOU though, hihihi ..." "Oh ... well, if you really ..." I gave back and looked down at my only half deflated dick and its slime covered head. "You mean ... with my mouth?" he sort of lit up right away. "Just if you want, though ..." "S L U R P !" "Uhhhhhhhhh ..." I sighed. "SLURP - SLURP - SLURP - SLURP - SLURP ..." was his reaction, and after a while, his dainty hand playing with my eggs ... "Michel, there's ... some more ... unghhh ... to come, so if ..." "S L U R P !" was his only answer, and right afterwards ... "UNNGMMMMMMPFFFFF ..." came his cough. I tried not to push too deep up into his sucking mouth, when I gave his taste buds some more of my costly sap, which he couldn't swallow at once, letting some out of his lush mouth's corners, dropping on his fragile hand around my freshly spilled cock the way one can see on good boy-porns only! And he didn't hesitate to lick his young boy hand clean as well, smiling expectantly at me afterwards. "So great, Michel - thanks a lot! That was surely better then a blow job from a girl!" I praised the kid's work, what made him look very proud, saying rather silently and earnestly: "You can have that all the time in case you take me to your boy home, Mr. ... uh, can I say Marc, if nobody hears?" "You can anyway, Michel - it's a group habit to do so, and I gladly will take you to my group, even if you don't want to let me split your little bum too!" "HUH? But I WANT you to ... for REAL!" he said strongly, making the signs with his cute fragile fingerlets again. GOSH ! And then I lifted him up, setting him with his knees onto my thighs and approached his young stiff boy rod ... "You don't have too, if you don't want," he whispered in heat, but already came closer with his young smooth pelvis, his almost pretty face glowing in pre-ecstasy ... And eagerly I reached for his boyish balls, played with them, whilst letting the kid push his erect penis slowly between my half opened lips, allowing him to glide in and out, faster and faster, barely hearing his young saclet slapping my chin, before it got tighter and tighter, and as its suddenly rigid getting owner's high-pitched cry of climax came, I right afterwards felt the boy pricklet jerk and expand, and then its nectar was hottly tracking over my tongue, two, three, maybe four times ... It was as ever unique in its taste - slightly acrid, yet at the same time so sweet and slimy enough for not being just watery - it was total bliss, nothing more! []