Date: Tue, 20 May 2014 18:35:32 +0100 (BST)
From: Localboy
Subject: Intoxicated By A Boy - Part One

Usual disclaimer:

If you cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality, or you are breaking
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This is a rewrite of a story I started writing some years ago, but for
reasons beyond my control couldn't get back to. I've tried to proof read it
and hopefully the grammar is better and there are fewer mistakes!

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This is a story based on a chance meeting with a boy that happened a few
years ago. Apart from seeing him in the arcade and standing very close to
me, nothing else happened. It's all in my imagination. At least I think it
is! I get so confused these days!  Sorry, it's not gonna be a story full of
sex, at least not this chapter! So if you're after a quick fix look
elsewhere!

Enjoy...

Intoxicated by a boy -- Part One

I just saw a boy. He got me from soft to hard in 10 seconds, I kid you not.
It all happened about a week ago...

There I was, minding my own business, playing the slot machine in my
favourite arcade.  It's a little arcade in Whitley Bay, which is a small
seaside town in the North East of England. While the town itself is quite
affluent, the area on the sea front was pretty run down. Not what you'd
call a tourist trap. This place was one of only two arcades left, nestled
between fish and chip shops and bars. The owner had tried his best to keep
the place up to date, with the latest video games and slot machines, so out
of the two arcades, this was always the busier.

Anyway, as I said, I was minding my own business, playing a machine, while
sitting on a high 'bar stool' style chair. Out of the corner of my eye I
saw a boy to my right. About 5 foot high, dressed in typical English
private school uniform, complete with blazer and flat cap. He looked about
10 or so, but it was hard to tell.  What was quite clear, was his uniform
was way too tight on him. The brown blazer struggling to stay buttoned. He
had on grey shorts and knee high grey socks, topped off with scuffed black
shoes. Now those shorts. Well, they were indeed very tight on him,
accenting his over-sized 'bubble butt'. No shit. That was one sweet ass he
was packing!

I pretended not to notice him, even though I had got hard immediately,
hastily concealing my throbbing cock with my shirt. Concentrating on the
slot machine, I suddenly became aware of a faint smell. It was an unusual
smell, like unwashed, damp bedding with a hint of sweat thrown in. It
wasn't a bad smell. In fact I found myself taking a deep breath, inhaling
the scent. Turning to my right slightly I saw that the boy had come up
beside me and was only about a foot away, intently watching me play the
machine.

"Jesus! You scared the crap out of me, creeping up on me like that!" I said
with a smile.

"Sorry" came the soft, high pitched reply. "I was just watching you
play". I'll leave you alone, Sorry" the boy said with a sad, dejected look
on his face.

As he turned to walk away I got another whiff of that smell. It was coming
from him.

"Hold on mate" I said. "It's OK. You're more than welcome to
watch". "Besides, I'm pretty crap at these machines and could do with the
help". Obviously I just wanted this sexy young thing to stand next to me,
so I could sneak glances at his body and smell his `unique' odour.

The boys demeanour changed and his face brightened up. Smiling, he sidled
up beside me and placed a hand on the back of my chair, watching the reels
of the machine go round. God, that smell was intoxicating! My aching cock
twitched in my jeans and I glanced down to check if my shirt was still
concealing it. Thankfully it was. I didn't want him to see it, shout
"pervert!" and go running out of the arcade screaming (OK that was a little
bit over the top, but you get my meaning).

I knew how to play the machine and the random `features' it presented, but
I pretended I didn't know what to do, hoping my sexy little school boy
would come to my rescue.

As if on cue the boy moved from my side and went under my arms (which were
stretched over to the buttons on the machine) and stood in front of me,
facing the machine. He was practically between my legs as I was sitting on
the high chair.  I'm sure it was all pretty innocent on his behalf, but he
clearly had no concept of `personal space'. Not that I was complaining,
having a strange boy between my legs, my aching cock just inches from his
back.

"You gotta hold these two reels and press start" he said, pushing some
buttons then placing his right hand over mine, pressing the `start' button.

Shit, this kid was tactile. He didn't move his right hand off mine, opening
his fingers so they covered the top of mine.

"Hey, now I can't see the machine" I said as he wriggled around in front of
me.

The boy turned around facing me, his head inches from my chest. Smiling up
at me he looked down my body and saw the foot rest of the chair I was
sitting on.  Without so much as an `excuse me' he turned his back to me and
lifted himself up and stood on the foot bar, with the back of his body
pressed against me. He moved his head slightly to my right, so I could see
the machine. His face was about two inches away from mine.

I swear I could feel the heat radiating from his beautiful little body, his
`smell' becoming stronger. With a little shuffling around, he nestled his
plump ass on the edge of the seat and was now pressed against my crotch. My
cock gave another lurch and I let out a small moan without meaning to.

Without warning, he leaned his body back into mine, his mop of dirty blond
hair just below my chin. Jesus Christ! My heart was beating like I'd just
run a Marathon. I swear he could feel my body trembling as he rested his
head against my chest.

"Is that better" he said, tilting his head up to look at me. His big light
blue eyes, freckled button nose and unusually red lips distracting me from
answering straight away.

"My, you are a friendly fellow aren't you?" I said, looking down at him
with a warm smile.

"I like you" he said. "I think you're nice and you didn't tell me to `get
lost' like other men do".

`Other men' he said. Did he do (or try) this often? What was he after? Was
he just a lonely kid, starved of attention? Or was he a horny little devil,
looking for more than just attention? Or a combination of the two? Either
way, I wasn't going to waste this opportunity. These `situations' don't
come around very often do they?

"I don't know why anyone would tell you to `get lost'" I said. "You seem
like a nice, handsome young man to me".

Shit, I'd done it again! Why did I have to say `handsome'? Now he's gonna
think I'm one of those `mac flashers' he's probably been warned about at
school. I feared the worst, but again was surprised by his response. He
just giggled and moved his back against my chest, his butt pushing over my
crotch. Did he just `purr'?  Maybe I was imagining it.

We carried on playing the machine, with him leading the way. I was happy to
let him do this as his body grinded against me every time he played the
machine.

With a few loud noises and flashing lights the boy jumped up, standing on
the foot rest of my chair.

"Yes!  Jackpot!" he squealed, as coins starting pouring out of the machine
(well not really `pouring out' but more than I had won so far that day).

He turned to face me and I gave him a big smile, showing my pleasure at his
`skill' at playing the machine.

With his arms half way in the air, he looked like he didn't know what to do
next, unsure whether to high five me, hug me, or anything else. I thought I
would `ease' his uncertainty and opened out my right arm. He took this as a
signal and came in for a `one armed hug' from me. His little arms wrapped
themselves around me for a moment and he visibly squeezed my body, before
pulling away looking slightly embarrassed by his public show of affection.

"Well done mate!" I said looking him straight in the eyes. "I think you
should become my full time helper!" Moving forward towards the machine I
gathered a few of the coins from the tray (about £3-4) and placed them
in his hand.

"There you go mate. Your first salary" I said with a grin.

He looked down at the coins in his hand and looked back at me with a look
of uncertainty about him.

"I can't take this" he said. "I didn't really do anything" he added, trying
to push the coins back into my hand.

"Listen" I said. "What's your name?"

"Luke" he replied.

"Listen Luke, I want you to have this" "After all, we can't be friends if
we're gonna argue all the time" I said, gently placing the coins back in
his hand, closing my fingers over his.

"What, you wanna be my friend?"  Luke asked, wide-eyed.

"Yeah mate, you're my special slot machine buddy" I said giving his messy
blond hair a gentle rub.

A big smile spread over Luke's face and he buried his face in my chest,
wrapping his arms around me, giving me a tight squeeze again.

I suddenly remembered where we were, in a public arcade where anyone could
see the growing intimacy between a man and a young boy. I quickly looked
around, scanning to see if anyone had seen Luke hug me. Although it was
4.30pmand the schools were out, it was still pretty empty. Well it was a
Monday, so most kids would be at home, having their tea.

That got me thinking, why was this boy here at this time, still in his
(lovely tight) school uniform? Why was he by himself and why was he so keen
to initiate physical contact with a complete stranger?

With the near empty arcade easing my nerves somewhat, we settled back to
playing the slot machine, Luke getting back into his position, practically
sitting on my lap (and my throbbing erection, which hadn't gone down the
whole time). This time however, he lifted his legs up, pushed mine together
and hung his legs on the outside of mine, his creamy white thighs coming
into full view.

Luke leaned forward and pressed the `auto play' button, meaning the reels
of the machine would spin without needing to be pressed each time. He then
leaned back and took hold of my hands, which were resting on the arms of
the chair. Without looking back he placed them on top of his thighs, about
an inch from the edge of his very tight and high grey school shorts. He
then placed his own little hands on top of mine and sunk back into me,
sighing contently.

I wasn't sure how much more I could take of this and could feel my cock
leaking against the confines of my tight jeans as his delicious bubble butt
moved ever so gently on top of my crotch. Contemplating how and where to
take this further, I was startled back to reality by a voice
nearby. Turning my head I saw a young assistant walking towards me.

"You guys want anything to drink?" she said. "It's free" she added with a
smile.

Forgetting that my hands were still on the smooth white thighs of a boy I'd
only met half an hour ago, and the fact he was sitting in my lap, I said
that a `diet coke would be nice', trying to act as normal as possible.

"And what about your son?" she said, looking at the body snuggled against
me.

Son? I was about to say he wasn't my son (which could have really put the
cat amongst the pigeons!), but was stopped in my tracks by Luke.

"Can I have a can of fizzy orange please" Luke said with a polite
smile. "Daddy doesn't like me having coke, do you daddy?" turning his head
to look at me, still keeping his hands on top of mine.

I smiled back at Luke, thankful for his quick thinking but a bit taken
aback by his actions.  A minute later the girl returned with our
drinks. After we had both thanked her, Luke stood up, straightening his
bunched up blazer.

"Daddy, can we drink these in there?" he asked pointing towards the
adjoining café.

"Yeah, come on then son" I replied, getting a little bolder.

We both giggled as we went and sat at a table. I thought Luke would sit
opposite me but he decided to sit next to me, our bodies touching. His
smooth thigh pressed against my leg. After taking a big gulp of his drink
Luke asked me if it was OK that I had called him `Daddy'. I said that I was
a bit surprised but didn't mind as he had saved me the embarrassment of
explaining why a strange boy was in my lap.

Luke giggled again, pushing his thigh against me and leaning his head
against my shoulder. I turned slightly and took a deep breath of the unique
smell coming from him.

"So Luke, I'm Dave. Now what's the story?" I asked.

He instantly knew what I meant and lowered his head, the smile fading from
his face.  I turned towards him and putting a hand on each shoulder, told
him it was OK and he could tell me anything, or nothing, his choice.

A minute passed, as we both sat there in silence, taking sips from our
drinks. Eventually Luke started to speak.

"I can't go home yet" he said, flicking the ring pull of the can nervously.

"Oh, why's that?" "Is there no one at home?" I asked, unsure whether to
probe him with questions or just let him talk.

"No one's at home until 7pm, when Mum gets home form work" "Dad left us a
few months ago". "Mum and dad had a big argument and Mum said she didn't
want him `anywhere near her son', so he packed his bags and left". "The
house gets so lonely by myself so I'd much rather spend a few hours here
each day". "At least I've got someone to talk to".

Luke looked up at me, straight in the eyes, with a sad, pleading look.

"It's a good job then, as I can talk for England" I said jovially, nudging
Luke gently in an attempt to brighten his spirits.

"Thanks Dave" Luke said with a twinkle in his bright blue eyes and took a
long gulp of his drink before belching really loud.

We both fell about laughing, and when I took a big drink and copied Luke,
he almost fell off his chair, tears streaming down his face. Now that's how
I want to see Luke. All smiles, not thinking about his problems (and I
believed there were a lot more that he hadn't told me about).

"Dave, can we go for a walk?" Luke asked.

I thought about it for a moment and the fear of wandering around with a
strange boy came to mind. How could I explain strolling along the prom with
a 10 or 11 year old boy who I'd only just met?

Again, Luke seemed to sense my hesitation.

"We can walk down on the old beach, where the abandoned café
is". "No one ever goes down there anymore". Luke replied with a hopeful
slant in his voice.

I couldn't make this kid out. Was he totally innocent as I wondered before,
just wanting some company, or was there more to it. Could he be steering me
somewhere or into a situation he wanted to happen. Perhaps he just wanted
someone to talk to and offload his worries and concerns. Either way, I was
willing to find out.

"OK" I said, "But no holding hands!"

"Aww" Luke moaned, with a smirk on his face. "How about a piggy back then"
he added.

"Don't push it mate" I said reaching out and tickling his sides.

Luke was obviously very ticklish and pulled away from me laughing.

"I gotta go pee" he said, grabbing his crotch the way only young boys
do. "I'll be back in a minute" and with that he ran off to the bathroom. I
watched as he walked away, his ample ass swaying in the confines of his too
tight and too short school shorts.

Two minutes later he returned. His blazer was off and his shirt was hanging
half out of the back his shorts, his zipper still open. Just a peak of
white briefs inside could be seen. My cock began to twitch again as Luke
approached. Just like the first time I saw him, he had me hard in
seconds. What I didn't realise was that my shirt wasn't covering my groin
and my cock was tenting my tight jeans quite obscenely.

Luke looked down at my crotch and smiled, before looking back at my
face. He then came over to me and, placing himself in my lap (over my
throbbing cock) wrapped his arms around me again giving me another hug. My
cock twitched again at the intensity of his body pressing against me and
his soft ass on my crotch. I was sure he must have felt my cock twitch
against his ass, but he just squeezed me even tighter and deliberately
moved his ass, ever so subtlety, back and forth a few inches over my aching
erection.

"Thanks for being so kind to me" Luke whispered, his hot breath tickling my
ear.

"Come on then big butt" I joked, "Let's go for that walk".

"You think I've got a big butt?" Luke remarked trying to twist his body to
see his own ass.

With that we left the arcade café and headed down to the old,
disused beach, Luke slipping his hand into mine.

END OF CHAPTER ONE.