Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2015 16:51:07 +0200
From: Jim Jones <jim1099@mail.com>
Subject: Listen To Your

Listen To Your

...Chapter one....

From. Fan.ta.ze

Listen To Your

Chapter one

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Listen To Your

... chapter one....

Such a beautiful day I took a stroll along the riverbank to the local
park. The park was large. A thick wooded forest bordered it on three
sides. There was a large children's play area, two ball parks and several
soccer pitches. I sat down on one of the benches that lined one of the
soccer fields. Pushing my sunglasses up and back on top of my head, my hair
I leaned back on to catch a few rays of sun. I must have dozed off in the
warm morning sunlight when I was awakened by the sound of a ball being
bounced off the paved walkway close to me. I turned toward the sound of the
ball and was surprised to see a young boy dressed in soccer shorts and
jersey bouncing the ball. White athletic socks covered his calves. Two cute
tanned dimpled knees. A stretch of golden tanned slim thighs, then a pair
of really short short soccer shorts which of course I was more than pleased
to see instead of those dreadful looking balloon type soccer shorts that
draped down covering the knees. In fact his shorts looked as if he just may
well have been wearing them last year too. They weren't only short but
very, very tight.

My eyes quickly swept up over the front of his shorts, over his groin. The
shorts were extra tight in that area showing off a nice little package. A
nice little bump, lump in his crotch area. My eyes continued traveling up
over the silky material of his shorts and soccer jersey. Up to the slim
tanned neck, cute chin, adorable pink lips with small white chicklet like
teeth. Cute nose, large brown eyes. Blond banks swept to one side of his
forehead. Blond thick hair swept back covering his ears and curling up a
bit the sides and flowing upward and also curling out on either side of his
neck. The boy looked to be nine or ten years old. He had stopped bouncing
his soccer ball as soon as he saw me looking at him and had tucked
underneath his arm. He stood staring at me.

Just as my eyes had taken in his whole body he seemed to be doing the same
to me.  His eyes momentarily stayed a bit longer on my tanned muscled legs
and crotch. Or was I just imagining it. No. There it was again. His eyes
left my face, to my crotch and legs, down to my ankles and back up before
finally making eye contact with me.

"Hi" he said shyly and looking slightly embarrassed as if caught doing
something wrong. "Sorry did I wake you up?"

"NO" I stammered taking in the young beauty standing in front of me. He
must have wondered why I looked so stunned staring at him. Like some beast
ready to devour its small prey. At first it was the widen large eyes and
the blond thick hair that flowed over his forehead sweeping to the right
side it little more than the left. And the lips. Those pink delectable lips
that any girl would die for. His golden tan. The boy was beautiful. A young
beauty.

"No, no, I was sort of day dreaming here. Just resting a bit." I replied
sitting up straighter.

"Would you like to kick the ball around with me?" he asked then added,
"There is no one around to play with me."

'Oh yes' I thought, 'I would love to play with you but first we have to
loose the ball, then the jersey and shorts.' My cock began to awaken. It
sprang to attention. Rock hard in my shorts, making it extremely
uncomfortable for me. My shorts were tented. I turned slightly and dropped
my arm down as I tried somewhat to hide and adjust my boner. I don't think
the young beauty noticed the swelling in my shorts as he turned around
gesturing to the empty park. A quick adjustment and my steel hard cock was
resting tight against my groin. Young beautiful boys always gave me an
immediate hard-on. My cock was throbbing with excitement as my eyes
traveled over his young body.

"Ohhhh" I responded with a somewhat groan, "Where are all the other kids on
this fine summer day?"

"There aren't many kids in this area. We just moved here from Albany last
week and I don't know anyone yet. I haven't even seen any kids my age. I am
really bored. Really bored. I have no one right now. No one to play
with. No one wants to play with me."

'I do. I do.' my cock sang out, 'I want to play with you. Pick me. Pick
me.'

"Oh sorry to hear that and yes I would love to play with you." I responded
although not exactly thinking about soccer. My eyes traveling over that
little lump in his crotch area.  I already had other things that I would
like to do with this lonely oh so beautiful young boy. Although at this
point I was seriously trying to control my bone hard throbbing erection.

"I can't" he said shyly turning to leave, "I just can't. Sorry. Just
can't. I am not allowed to. My mom."

"Wait" I said, "Wait. Why not? I thought you wanted to kick the ball
around. I want to play with you."

"Ya but my mom said that I was never, never to talk to strangers, that's
why. You're a stranger. I shouldn't be even talking to you. Sorry."

Oh stranger danger. My six inch cock was painfully hard as it strained
against my shorts. As he turned to walk away I quickly freed the horny
bastard once again letting him snuggle tight against my groin as it
throbbed happily away lusting after the young boy with his nice ample
bubble shaped butt outlined in those tight fitting shorts. When he turned
to the side it looked like to reversed somewhat pronounced 'C's'. The
short's were so tight the crack of his ass was divided by two melon size
ass cheeks. My mouth watered as I looked at the backs of those cute
indented dimpled knees. The backs of his slim tanned legs. The backs of his
slim thighs the tops disappearing under those tight short shorts that
barely covered his ass. In fact I could see the crease where his buttock
meets his leg as he turned and pivoted on one leg. The blond hair curled
around his neck, almost touching the top of his soccer jersey as it flipped
back and up. The sun causing a sheen on the backs of his youthful legs
giving an almost silky glow. He started to walk away. My eyes feasted on
his cute ass, the cheeks swaying in tune with each step. A cute wiggle. So
round. So perfect. So firm. So young.

"Wait, wait. Come back here for a second. I won't hurt you and yes your
mother is right. You should never, never ever talk to strangers. Come here
just for a second. I won't hurt you. I want to be your friend. So if I
introduce myself and you know my name well then I am no longer a stranger
to you am I?"

"If we talk and know each others names and some things about each other
well then we are no longer strangers are we? We actually become friends." I
hopefully added, fingers crossed.

He turned around and slowly walked back pondering in his lonely mind what I
had just said nodding his head as if in agreement.

"I am Tom" I said standing up and sticking out my hand, "And you are?"

"Jody. My friends call me Jode though."

"Well Jode to me it looks as if we are no longer strangers. We know each
others names. I think we are fast becoming friends. Lets see. I am
twenty-five years old." and then adding in my mind hoping that he already
noticed, 'As you can see I am not really tall in fact I am five foot eight
inches tall. I exercise, I keep myself in good shape. I play all kinds of
sports. And what else. Oh yes my job allows me to have the whole summer
off.' (Sorry but I had to get that whole weight, height and age thing in
there)

" And you my new young friend how about you?"

"Hi Tom. I am nine almost ten. I will be ten in a few weeks. I love
soccer. I play baseball and hockey. I don't have any friends here yet
ceptin' of course you now. Its just my mom and I now. My father left us
when I was a baby. She never talks about my father. My mom is a nurse at St
Patrick's. She works long hours and she is not supposed to leave me alone
all day but she says that I am a big boy now. I have a cell phone and of
course not to speak to strangers like you were."

"Well lets kick that ball around." Although I wasn't going to be easy with
this bone I had throbbing happily away as it excitedly pulsed at what Jody
had just told me. Easy picking here my raging hard on shouted out. Move on
him you bastard. Pick him up and lets go.

I silently wished my hard on away hoping Jody hasn't noticed it but wait
did he quickly glance at my crotch? There again. I am sure he stole a quick
peek. Again?. And was it my imagination or were his shorts also slightly
tented now at the front. Anyway I was finally able to encourage my rock
hard cock to simmer down and wait while we kicked the ball around although
watching that tight amble ass wiggle in those ever so tight short shorts
was certainly no help. The back of those tanned long slim legs glistening
now moist in the summer heat and sunshine showing a hint of youthful muscle
as he ran and darted this way and that. Finally we both needed a rest and
so we lay down in the shade on the cool grass side by side facing each
other. (Oh come on. You don't really want me to tell you how the play thing
went do you?)

"Why is my mother so afraid of me meeting strangers?" he asked.

"Because she is afraid a strange man might do bad things to you. That's
why." I said. We were both lying on our sides facing each other. Plucking
pieces of grass and letting them fly off in the breeze.

"Why? What would he do to me, this stranger?" he asked as he looked at me
with his beautiful eyes.

"He would try to touch you where he isn't supposed to. Perhaps try to
molest and fondle you." I told him trying to keep the excitement out of my
voice.

"Mole...est and fawn...da....whaaat?" he asked looking serious but oh so
darn cute. Oh those young pink lips. Dying to be kissed.

"Molest and fondle you. That means that he would probably try to touch you
where he isn't supposed to. Like your privates." I said pushing myself up
to a sitting position. My cock was beginning to get excited once more at
the thought of what this stranger would like to do with this beautiful
young innocent boy of nine.

"Mommy says no one is allowed to touch my pee pee, my penis. My teacher
said the same thing. Is that what he would do to me? Try to touch my
privates. Touch here?" he asked kind of grabbing himself then moving his
hand quickly away."

 "But why? Why would he want to touch my pee pee? Why would he want to
touch me here" he said innocently enough rubbing his hand over his crotch
area indicating where the stranger might touch him.

"Yes. Exactly. That is where the stranger would probably like to touch
you. Touch all little boys like you. Touch their penises. Fondle them. Play
with it because it excites him. Excites him when he touches little boy's
penises. Well for example when you are alone do you ever touch yourself, I
mean touch your penis? Play with it? Make it hard? Every boy does that
sooner or later. Do you?" I asked taking things up a notch or two.

"Yaaa." he answered shyly, lowering his head and blushing somewhat, "Yaaa I
do. Sometimes at night after mommy tucks me in my bed my pee pee, I mean my
penis gets really hard and I touch it, kind of."

"Well, you see there in a way you are fondling yourself. Some people might
even say you are molesting yourself but it is natural. All boys do it. That
is what the stranger is trying to do but instead of doing it to himself he
wants to do it to little boys like you because he enjoys touching their
penises, making their little penises hard. He wants to fondle little boys,
molest them, play with them. Make their penises hard so he can play with
them. It makes him excited. That is what your mommy doesn't want to happen
to you. For a stranger to play with and make your little penis get really
hard." I said controlling my urge to molest one of the cutest little boys I
have seen. I wanted to slide my hand up his thin leg, over his crotch and
yank those tight shorts off and toss them off into the bush. Followed by
his underwear. Flip over onto my stomach between his legs spreading them
wide as I devoured his little treasure. And lick those almost nonexistent
hairless little balls. Make him dry cum over and over, again and
again. Then flip him over and have at his exquisite ass before kneeling
over the young boy and mounting him. Right here. Right now. Raping him. But
of course I did not.

"But why? Why wouldn't he just touch his own penis? Why a little boy's?" he
asked as he also sat up.

"Well that's it. He would probably force to you touch his penis while he is
playing with yours. That's exactly what your mother and your teachers are
worried about. That a stranger will touch play with your penis and make it
hard while he makes you touch his hard penis."

"When you play with, I mean touch your penis after your mother tucks you in
do you get kind of a good feeling?" I asked. Up another notch.

"Hmmmmm. Ya it does. My friend use to call it the 'tickles'." he pondered
looking somewhat embarrassed as he thought about it while his hand make a
quick adjustment in his shorts. "Wouldn't it, well wouldn't it, I mean
kinda feel good. I mean, ahhhhh, having, ahhhh someone else, I mean,
ahhhhh, hmmmm taa och you ahhh there?"

"Well of course it would just as long as the stranger didn't hurt you or
something. When I was a little boy about your age a stranger touched
me. Touched my penis." I said stretching out my legs. He did the same
thing. It was obvious that we both had boners that were making us feel
uncomfortable.

"What did it feel like?" he asked whipping his head to one side flipping
his bangs out of his eyes. "Did you like it? Did he hurt you?'

"No he didn't hurt me and yes I remember really liking it. It did feel
really good. I remember that.  I must have been around your age. Yes I
remember now I was nine. Maybe even a bit younger than you. Of course I
never told anyone, ceptin' you now of course, but yes I really liked it. It
gave me a special feeling. Made me tingle all over." I said as I uncrossed
my fingers.

"Maybe...ahhhh ummm we ahhhh could.... I mean you could ahhhh" he
struttered.

"Touch you?" I butt in hopefully.

"Ya. um Jest quickly ya.... Jest .... well so I could .... um
know.... cactly how ... um it would ahhh feel.... hey? he asked almost in a
whisper as he lay back down drawing his knees up and spreading them,
letting his legs flop to the side, preparing himself to be
fondled. Christ. Right here. Several notches were skipped.

"Are you sure?" I asked drumming my fingertips lightly on the inside of his
leg just below his knee. My cock once more painfully hard as I felt the
cool, taut, silky skin against my fingertips.

"Ya...ya course...ya do it....fawn..dell ahhhh me." he said moaning and
snapping his knees together as my fingers slid between his slim quivering
thighs causing his legs to flop back allowing my hand to move up over the
sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He groaned softly keeping his legs bent
and spread to each side.

"This is what he would want to do to you." I added as my fingers left the
silkiness of his slim inner thigh and moved lightly over his tented
shorts. I could feel the small tight lump of his testicles. At that point I
used my thumb and forefinger to travel over the hard marker size bump in
his shorts causing him to gasp a little as my finger and thumb pinched,
prodded and stroked. He squirmed slightly, thrusting his small hips up
trying to get more contact. Eyes closed, mouth slightly open, tip of his
pink tongue poking out across his small white teeth.

And then I abruptly pulled my hand away telling him, "That is what the
stranger would like to do to you. Touch you there. Molest you. Fondle
you. Make your penis hard. That is what your mom and your teacher are
worried about." I said to him taking in the beauty of the young nine year
old boy lying spread out before me. Legs bent at the knees. Knees touching
the grass. Slim, shapely, tanned, thin, boyish legs, tented crotch. His
eyes were still closed. He was taking it all in. Almost panting. Then
suddenly.

Opening his eyes he said, "Ahhhhh.... why... did you ahhhh stop. I
mean. Ohhhhh. Ahhhh. It felt so ahhhh good.... I mean ahhhh my pee, I mean
my penis is hard and it hurts."

"Well because I shouldn't be doing that, I mean we shouldn't be doing it. I
could be in a lot of trouble besides the stranger would want to do other
things to you that would make you feel really good, I mean ahhhh bad. I
mean that he shouldn't do. Like the man did to me when I was your age."

"Like what? What other things would he do to me?" he asked somewhat
excitedly as he sat up. "What else would he do to me that would make me
feel good. ummm bad. Can you tell me, I mean can you well kinda show me. I
won't ever tell anyone. I promise. I really promise. I am good at keeping
secrets. I want to feel I mean know what did he do to you feels like?"

"Well if you are sure. Are you sure that you won't tell anyone?" I asked,
my boner leaking like crazy in my shorts pleading to be freed.

"Yes. I won't tell. Tell me what he would do. I mean could you kinda show
me too? What did he do to you when you were nine like me? I mean put your
hand back here like it was and all." he added as he slowly rubbed his small
hand over his tented crotch.

"Well yes. First of all he would want to put his hand in your shorts and
really touch your little cock. I mean he would want to pull your shorts off
so that you didn't have anything on. Naked. Then he would want to play with
your penis. Rub his fingers all over your naked penis. Perhaps even kiss it
or suck it like a lollipop. He would force himself on you. Doing whatever
he wanted to you." I said getting myself more and more excited at where
this was going.

"Ohhhh... Suck it and ...Kaa..isss it" he stammered, his eyes seemingly
getting bigger as he thought about having his penis kissed and sucked. His
fingers grabbing at his crotch. Legs now stretched out in front of
him. Pulling one leg up and flipping it to the side as he groped himself.

"Also he would go after your butt, your ass. You have a really cute sexy
looking bum. He would want to feel your bum too." I added hopefully. "Just
like the man did to me when I was a boy like you. He told me that I was
beautiful and that if I didn't do the things he wanted he would hurt
me. You are a very beautiful boy. Just like I was at your age."

"My bum too. Oh wow. Ya my mom says that I have a cute bum too." he
whispered, almost panting at the thought or so it seemed.  "What else? How
would he do that? Where? What happened to you? What did he do? What did he
make you do? Were you scared?"

He was squirming, tugging at his shorts almost as if he wanted to pull them
off. The shorts were so tight they were making his little boner very
uncomfortable.

"Whoa there. So many questions. It happened like this. I lived on a farm
out in the country and one day I was alone fishing by myself in kind of a
lonely spot by the river when he seemed to have come out of no where. Like
I said he told me that I was a beautiful little boy. At first I kinda liked
what I he was saying. It made me feel good but then he said that he liked
beautiful young boys like me and that's when he grabbed me and pulled me
into the bushes. He said that if I tried to run or scream for help he would
hurt me real bad. He made take off my shorts. Then he made me turn
around. Even bend over. He made me use my hands to spread my bum cheeks
apart. Said he wanted to see my poop hole or something. Yes I was very
scared but I did everything he told me to do. He tied me up and then began
playing with my penis until it was hard. Then he knelt down and took it in
my mouth like I told you. Like a sucker. He kissed and licked it and sucked
on it. Giving me the tingles like you get in your bed only it was over and
over again. Then he pulled out his big man cock and masturbate, I mean
played with his cock until he shot white stuff all over me. That's when he
untied me and he disappeared. I remember taking his white stuff in my
hand. It felt slippery and sticky and so I used my slippery hand to make
myself have the tingles once more. I couldn't stop. It felt so good."

"Ohhhh. Wow... ahhhh...ummmm were you scared?" he asked with wide eyes as
his hand stroked his crotch a little faster.

"Yaaaa." I answered, "Guess I was a little but he didn't hurt me and he
gave me that tingle feeling over and over. Even after he left I did it to
myself once more. I guess I was more excited than scared. But I was scared
a little. I think I was only seven or eight."

"Ohhhh. I would be scared too. I wouldn't want to take my shorts off
either. I wouldn't want to pull them down and show my pee pee, I mean my
ahhhh cock and my ahhhh cute bum bum. Ohhh wow." he said adjusting himself
once more.

"Do you want to know how I felt?" I asked once again hopefully.

"Yeee ya. Ya I guess." he replied.

"Are you sure. I mean you can't tell anyone. You just want to know how I
felt when he made me take my shorts off. OK?" I asked making sure he knew
what was going to happen. "You gotta kinda pretend you were me when I was
seven. Just to see how I felt and what it was like. OK?"

"Yaaaa yaaa just to see what it's like when a man touches me. I ahhhh mean
touched you." he said sounding somewhat excited.

"OK. Are you sure?" I asked no longer adding notches. We were zooming off
the charts.

"Yaaaaa..I mean yes. Yaaa I wanta .... yes sure." he answered all thoughts
of finding play mates now out the window. He had a little hard on that
wanted attention. He couldn't have stopped even if his mother called his
name.

"Ok. Stand up. I mean stand up LITTLE BOY. Remember he made me do these
things. Kinda yelled at me. Like this. STAND UP NOW.'' I ordered him
looking around to make sure that we were still alone. "Pull your pants down
to your ankles NOW...OR... I will.....make you. I WILL YANK THEM OFF YOU
LEAVING YOU COMPLETELY NAKED UNLESS YOU DO IT YOURSELF. NOW DO IT."

Jody stood up rather quickly hooking his thumbs in his waistband and just
as quickly his shorts dropped to his ankles but his soccer jersey hid
everything from me.

"Turn around. NOW." I ordered him, "And lift up your shirt. I want to see
your bum. Remember I am only a stranger telling you what to do so you can
see how I felt. TURN AROUND NOW!!!!"

The shirt was quickly raised up showing one of the most delicious young
bubble butts I had ever come across. It was picture perfect in every
way. If they ever needed a model for little boy's butt this one was as
perfect as you could get. Two tight melon size cheeks, tight and looking
like white marble. Beautifully pronounced. So firm. So nicely rounded. Ass
cheeks tight together. Sides, muscles indented. Ohhhh how I wanted to pry
them apart using my thumbs to see is his virgin boy cunt.

"Okay, quickly now bend over and grab your ankles. Ya just like that. Oh
my. Oh my." I gasped at the sight before me. A gorgeous nine year old boy
bent over like he was ready for it.

"Didn't he maaaa.....ake you ahhhh." he groaned.

"Ya but we better hurry in case someone comes along. Grab your ass cheeks
boy and spread em apart. I want to see your hole. DO IT NOW." I groaned
out.

He slid his small fingers up over his calves, up behind those cute
knees. All the way up those slim tanned thighs. Over the bumps of his ass
cheeks. Fingertips poised on either cheek. Pausing, seemingly teasing
me. Like an audience waiting for the curtain to open and then fingertips
sinking into the tight valley, pulling, pulling, exposing the tiny almost
nonexistent pink bump. I leaned closer, getting a good look. Just a tiny
pink indentation. Nothing more. A tiny pink beautiful indentation begging
to be licked. To be stroked. To be fingered. And then the curtain
closed. The fingertips slowly retracting over those luscious melons. The
boy stood up. Grabbing his shirt to keep it from covering that beautiful
nine year old ass. And he turned around.

Jody slowly stood up as he slowly turned around. His stiff cocklet was
tenting his soccer jersey. What a cute looking boy standing before me with
his underwear and shorts hanging around his ankles. Those golden tanned
slim legs. Cute dimpled knees and just a glimpse of the very bottom of his
hairless pouch snuggled tight to his groin. The jersey hadn't fallen
completely and was tented in front by about two to three inches.

"Okay" I said, "that's enough. You can pull your pants up now." I said
worried that someone was going to see us. An adult on his knees in front of
a nine year old boy whose shorts were down.

"But you haven't taaa ouch I mean seen my penis. Didn't he make you show
him your penis and you said he made you bend over so you could see your
poop hole. And he sucked it and licked it and kissed it and all. Aren't you
going ta ahhhh ohhhhh pull...ease. I wanta know ahhh what ahhh that ahhh
would ummm feel like." he asked whining like a much younger boy who wasn't
getting something he really wanted in the toy department at Walmart. And he
slowly lifted up the front of his jersey. Up over the little tent, exposing
himself to me.

And there it was. Sticking straight out from his groin. Sticking straight
at me. His finger size cocklet. Hard as a nail. About three inches. Almost
the size and width of my middle finger. Circumcised. Pink little helmet on
a stalk white shaft. Tight, almost nonexistent ball sack pulled against his
groin. Just a lump of somewhat wrinkled skin.

I leaned forward. The boy gasped as my tongue touched the tip of his small
pink sponge like helmet.  I managed to flick my tongue underneath the
raspberry sized crown when we both jumped.  And then it was gone. Covered
up by the jersey. The shorts pulled back up. Even in all his excitement the
boy was nervous. I wanted to reach over. Push him down and yank his shorts
off him and devour that beautiful little cocklet but he wasn't
finished. Although for a second or two there he had second thoughts he
wanted more. His cocklet wanted more. I wanted more.

But we both had heard the noise. We both reacted quickly. It was a
helicopter flying towards us. I knew that it was too far away to have seen
anything but I had to get the boy out of the open if I was to continue my
sexual venture with him.

And so he asked, "What would a complete stranger do to me? The stranger
that my mother doesn't like. What would he do to me? Where would he do it?"

I was like a man who had just run the five minute mile. I had been given a
tidbit. A tease. A starving man taken to the dining room and shown plate
fulls of food and then shoved out of the room. Hungry. I was hungry. I had
to have him. Have my way with him. The boy himself was excited. His crotch
was still tented. His face was blotchy. We were both excited.

"What would he do?" he repeated pulling up his jersey slightly, his hand
slipping underneath, rubbing his nipple. His other hand straying over his
tented shorts, adjusting, lingering then realizing what he was doing both
hands quickly dropped to his sides.

"Well I answered let's say you were alone. See that clump of trees over
there. Well let's say you walked by them and no one else was around. You
are minding your own business. Thinking about soccer, your friends. Not a
worry in the world. Just carrying your soccer ball and a stranger is hiding
in the bushes as you walk by. This stranger likes little boys like you. He
doesn't like women or even girls. Just little boys. Well like you for
instance. He has sex with them and everything. He probably likes to grab
them, pull them into the bushes, take all their clothes off and do those
awful things to them. Suck your penis. Lick your little cock. Make you
tingle all over."

"Ohhhh gawd. Like what else. Can ahhh like maybe ahhhhh we ahhhhh. Like
what?"

"Well first he would jump out when you weren't looking, come up behind you,
put his hand over your mouth and drag you into the bushes. That is why your
mother is worried about strangers. Taking you and doing bad things to
you. Taking your clothes off until you are naked. Well of course the
stranger certainly doesn't think they are bad. He enjoys doing things with
young boys like yourself. So you have to be very careful. Very
careful. Listen to your mother."

"What would he do?" he asked as he uncomfortably stretched and crossed his
legs as if he was trying to make an adjustment to his crotch.

"Well are you sure you want to hear all this?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes. Please."

"Well he would keep his hand over your mouth and he would drag you into the
bushes far enough so no one would see the two of you. Like that clump of
bushes over there for instance. Then he would probably take a piece of rope
and tie you to a tree. And then he would probably put a gag in your mouth
so you couldn't yell for help."

"A gag?"

"Yes, ahhhh like this one probably." and I reached into my backpack and
pulled out a kid size ball gag. "Probably just like this one" I added
dangling it in front of Jody.

"Ohhhh. Why do you have a gag?" he asked nervously.

"Oh jeeze Jody. Hey even though we are friends I like Jody better. Do you
mind? Anyway I found the damn thing this morning on the pathway and I am
just about to throw it into the garbage. I certainly don't want this god
awful thing falling into the wrong hands. Probably some stranger used this
gag on some poor little boy like you and did bad things to him. Giving him
lots of tingle feelings. So it is best that I get rid of it. Well let me
show you.  But anyway the stranger would probably have this. Here let me
show you how I think it works. Lean over here. Then I will throw it in the
trash can over there."

A quick look around making sure we were alone I snapped it over his head
and inserted the ball in his mouth. The fit was perfect.

"There" I said. "Try talking or even yelling, screaming."

"Hmmmmph" and more muffled noises before I removed it.

"Terrible thing" I said, "Going to put it in that trash can over
there. Terrible... Just terrible. I bet the little boy was in a panic as
the stranger sucked and licked his hard little cocklet making him have the
tingles over and over. By the way Jody another word, a groan up word for
the tingles is cum.  C U M. I bet the stranger made the boy cum over and
over and the boy couldn't scream or call out while he was cumming again and
again because of the gag."

"Ca..um...cum... ohhhh... I heard that before. Ohhhhh cum... What would he
do next?" Jody asked rather anxiously.

"Tie you to a tree probably using Velcro like this." I said pulling out a
few straps from my backpack. "I keep these in case of an emergency. They
are not for tying little boys like you up that's for sure. But. Not like
the stranger would. Strap you to a tree with that ball gag in your
mouth. Then you would be his to do bad things to."

"Like what?" he asked again uncrossing and crossing those cute tanned
shapely thin legs as he stood there like a boy who had to urinate real bad
only in his case it was more like a boy who wanted to get that tingling
feeling again like he did when he was alone only this time he knew that he
wasn't alone and that someone else was going to probably do it for
him. Only this time I pretended not to notice as he made a very quick rub
and adjustment to his crotch.

"Are you sure you want to hear the gory details?' I asked again with a hint
of excitement in my voice. "Children shouldn't hear this."

"Yes, yes. Tell me what the stranger would do to me after he has gagged me
and tied me to a tree. "What would he do to me?' he asked with, was it, a
bit of excitement in his voice. Did his voice just quiver?

"Well if you are sure you want to hear this and you have to promise you
never heard it from me because I can only imagine what he would do because
of course I would never do that to a young boy like yourself even if they
were only half as good looking as you."

He giggled promising me to never tell where he heard it from. Excited to
hear what exactly a stranger might to do him. A stranger that is mother
keeps warning him about.

"Well now since he has you tied and gagged to a tree he probably would want
to feel you up.  Remember molest. To molest you. Do you know what that
means? (A shake of the head. He was nervous now. He knew. We had gone over
it all. He just wanted to hear it again.) Well it means he would ahhhhh
probably touch your privates. Your penis, your testicles, in fact he would
probably pull your shorts down around your ankles and touch your penis
until it is really hard and then.

"And then what? What would he do with my pants down around my ankles? Like
we just did? Like you were made to do. And my underwear too? Would he pull
those down too? (a nod of the head). And then what? Make my penis hard?
Why? Why would he do that? My penis is hard right now. It seems to be
always hard. What would it feel like if he touched it? he asked now
stretching his legs wide apart as if trying to get comfortable. The boy was
so nervous. So excited. Was he having second thoughts?

"Well we could do it I guess. I am not sure what it would be like if he
touched your hard penis. What do you think? We could play a game as long as
you kept it secret. But I happen to have this disgusting ball gag and these
Velcro straps. Why I could be the stranger. Not your friend anymore. Well
just why we play the game I would become a stranger and you would become a
little boy just walking along minding his own business when I jump out of
that clump of trees and grab you and gag you and tie you to a tree. Then I
will yank your shorts and underwear down to your pretty little calves and
try touching your dink just so you could see how it might feel for you. Do
you want to try it?"

"Yes, yes. You could be the stranger and I could be the little boy. Just
for now of course while we play the game. Should I change my name from
Jody. How about Bobby? I wanna pretend I am Bobby and....and I am ahhhhh
Bobby?"

"Ok. Let's do it but right now I don't know you are ok Bobby. Just
pretending while we play this game." I told him.

 The boy was horny. His shorts were still tented. A cute little
tent. Pointing straight out.  Even at this young age he was thinking with
the wrong head. He wanted to have me feel him up. The boy was focused on
one thing and one thing only. That was to get that wonderful tinkling
feeling again. Everything his mom and teachers told him was out the
window. He had felt my tongue touch the tip of his swollen cocklet. He
wanted more. Much more. And he wanted it right now.

And so I added, "And let's change your age. Let's see. Eight. How about you
become Bobby, eight year old Bobby. And you really have to play the
part. You have to be scared and fight and squirm trying to get away. I am
no longer Tom but I won't tell you my name when you are my little prisoner
and I pull your shorts and underwear down so you naked from your waist down
and then I will touch your penis with my fingers and thumb making it
hard. I may even give it a lick or two. Lick it with my tongue even.  Just
so you can see for yourself how what it would feel like if a stranger took
you. Just like the stranger did to me when I was a boy."

"It's hard now." Jody giggled, "It's always like that. I think he wants to
be touched by you, (ha giggle) I mean the stranger. Or something. I mean
ahhhhh pretend yaaaa pretend to be ahhhh touched hey?"

"Okay Jody but we have to have a few rules. Number one you must never tell
anyone that we tried this experiment. I could be in big trouble. You could
be in big trouble. We would both be in big trouble.  Number two if you want
me, I mean the stranger to stop doing anything that you don't want then you
have to say the magic word 'Red'. And number three we both have to really
play our parts. You are the scared little eight year old boy about to me
molested by a stranger, a stranger your mother told you to avoid and I have
to really play the part of the stranger. I will have to do things that I
don't really want to do like feel you up and touch your penis and your
testicles, maybe give them a little squeeze, just a little. Also don't
forget a lick or two. Just so you can see what it would be like. Just a
quick lick with my wet tongue.  I really don't want to touch you on your
butt but I imagine that is what the stranger would really like to do. You
do have a really cute bum. So the stranger will want to touch you
there. Actually probably want to touch you all over. So okay if you are
ready I will grab this gag which I intend to throw away after our game and
my Velcro ties, backpack and head over to those bushes. Remember you have
to come walking by not suspecting that there is a stranger waiting to grab
you and drag you into the bushes and molest your young body. Okay?"

"And don't forget Jody, ummmm I mean Bobby if you want me, I mean the ahhhh
stranger to stop you have to just say the magic word 'RED' and I stop
playing the game. We both stop. No more licking, touching or sucking you
ok?"

"Ahhhhh ok so if I say 'red' then whatever you I mean the stranger is doing
to me then you, ahhh I mean he stops ahhhh licking and touching me and
ahhhhh suck... ahhhh you said ahhh sucking ahhhh on what
... ahhhh... ohhhh... yaaa ummmm ok... ok then ahhhh oooooh wow. Ya
suck. ohhhh"

"Yes Bobby, that's right. The word 'red' stops everything. Stops the game."
I answered having a direct feeling that I would not be hearing that word
today. Not by the way he rubbed his little tent when he spoke the word
'suck'.

"Yesssss. Let's play. I am Bobby. Only eight years old. Um could I be
seven. I want to be seven okay?"

"OK seven it is. And the magic word to stop?"

"Red"

"Okay. Let's do it. I will head over to the forest and when you see me
disappear you start walking around this path. All the way around. See how
it goes around the park right by the trees over there. I will get you
there. Then the game starts. You know sucking and all. Try not to think
about it as you are walking around." I told him somewhat encouraging him to
think about it that is the sucking part. "OK here I go off across the
field. Bye Jody. See you later Bobby."

I headed over to the clump of trees disappearing into the bush, my cock
leaking like crazy. Harder than ever, like a steel pipe. Mentally I was
becoming the stranger ready to abduct this unsuspecting seven year old
child and molest his almost, I thought, willing body. I entered the
bushes. The clump of trees. Turned right and walked through the forest
until I found a suitable spot about thirty feet from where I entered the
bush.  I turned around and crouched down. At first I could not see Jody and
thought that he may have turned and ran home. Perhaps ran for help but then
I saw him walking around the pathway with a slight smile on his face as he
searched the bushes looking for me. His shorts were tented at the
front. One hand rubbing lightly over the tented area. He walked by
pretending not to look over. But glancing to his right every once in
awhile.  Not quite sure where I was. Now searching ahead when I silently
crept out of the trees and crept up quickly behind him, covering his mouth
with one hand and slipping my other under his armpit and around his chest I
roughly picked him up causing him to squirm around.  I backed into the bush
carrying the struggling child. For a second or two I think he forgot it was
me. Forgot it was just a game.  I carried him deeper into the forest to
where I had stashed my backpack. Or he was playing his part. Playing his
part well.

He squirmed trying to free himself from my grip. Making muffled noises into
my hand that covered his mouth. Even his legs were kicking against me. He
was really into the playing his part of a child trying to escape from a
pervert. I held him tight. The urge to reach down and grab his tented
shorts was too much. I was into the game as well. That of a pervert about
to molest and rape and unsuspecting young boy.

He yelped a bit as I squeezed him tight with one arm and reached for the
ball gag with the other quickly fastening it around his head and slipping
it into and over his mouth.  Letting go of him he continued to struggle as
I held him by his wrists. Holding both his wrists in one hand I quickly rid
him of his soccer jersey. He was naked from the waist up. I then held him
by one wrist while I fastened my specially designed Velcro straps around
his wrist and then the other grabbing the other I fastened the other end of
the Velcro strap to it. Both his wrists were joined at each end of a long
piece of strapping. I took the middle of the strap in my hands and yanked
it up hooking it around a tree branch. Now his arms were raised over his
head, with the strap looped around a tree branch.

"Quite little boy. No one is going to hurt you. Now you are mine." I said
rubbing my hands together in anticipation. Actually the poor boy couldn't
have said the word 'red' if he wanted to. He had a gag in his mouth.

I placed both hands on the Velcro straps on each of his wrists. The boy was
squirming. Twisting this way and that. Staring up where the strap looped
over the branch and then at both his wrists. Maybe he just realized that he
couldn't say the word either. His eyes were wide. Some fear showing. Aware
that he was caught and that right now he could not get away if he wanted
to. Could not end the game. But I was sure once I started he would not want
the game to end anyway.

I slowly slid both my hands from his wrists, down his thin bare arms. Over
his elbow joints. Over the taut flesh of his upper arms until both my
thumbs rested in his silk like armpits. I slowly caressed them with my
thumbs. I leaned over and slowly licked his right armpit while my thumb and
fingers trailed down from his left armpit to his nipple. As I licked and
kissed the silky taut indented area of his armpit my thumb and forefinger
played, teased and squeezed his tiny nipple. The boy moaned. All movement
froze. He arched his back, twisting slightly as he tried to pull his armpit
away from the tickling sensation my mouth was causing and turning his body
inward to the sexy sensation he was feeling from having his nipple toyed
with.

My free hand slid down the tight bare silky skin of his side, over his
waist and around to grope the front of his shorts. As he felt my hand bump
against his tented cocklet he squirmed thrusting his hips forward,
momentarily hanging from his bonds. Body arched back as I dined on his
armpit and squeezed his nipple with one hand, stroking his tented shorts
with my other.

"I am just going to play with you." I added squeezing is tented crotch
causing him to moan through the gag.

His eyes were wide and fearful. Perhaps still wondering if he had made a
mistake. Was it real or just a game. But his constant moaning and squirming
as I felt his crotch was a sign to carry on.

I wanted to tell him to stop moaning and start squealing but as I felt his
little rock hard tool through the material of his shorts he began to moan
repeatedly with each squeeze. I reached a bit lower and pinched his tiny
sack getting the squeal that I wanted. I did it again and again each time
eliciting a delightful squeal from him. The squeal of a captured kid. One
more squeeze, a little harder this time. Oh there. Oh ya squeal for me boy.

"Such a beautiful prize." I said as I knelt before him rubbing my hands
over the back of his sock covered calves squeezing the firm calf muscles
and slowly slipping the socks down so I could feel the youthful skin. The
feel of cool silk, completely devoid of any fuzz or hair. So smooth, so
taut. So silky. I ran my hands up and over his cute dimpled knees. Rubbing
my thumbs over his knee caps. Around the back of each knee. Feeling the
indentation. The taut tendons. Then continuing up his slim thin legs,
higher and higher. Thumbs feeling the tender oh so smooth silk like skin of
his inner thighs. Staying in that area. I wanted to force his thin legs
apart and kiss and lick him there. But I was anxious and so higher and
higher until I ran my fingertips underneath the leg band of his tight
fitting shorts. And then not able to control myself I leaned forward and
kissed the marker size outline of his tented shorts causing the boy to do a
little twist and shuffle. I stayed there for a minute turning my head to
the side as I gently took the hardness length ways between my
teeth. Nibbling and kissing. Trying to get my mouth around it.  I was in
heaven. Boylover heaven.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, lifting the front out
and over his swollen penis then I roughly yanked the shorts down his bare
pretty legs. He had on Batman tighty whities. They too looked like last
years. Tented at the front. I could clearly see the shape and outline of
his cocklet. Only the thin worn cloth separated me from my prize.  I then
leaned forward and once more took the swollen member between my teeth,
nibbling and lightly biting. The boy was moving around as if he had to pee
badly but his moaning told me otherwise. He was gasping then groaned loudly
as I quickly and roughly yanked his underpants down to join the shorts
wrapped around his ankles. This time I didn't pull them out to free his
cocklet instead his rock hard boner snapped down painfully with the
waistband of his underpants and then as he groaned and yelped it sprang
back up slapping against his groin before slowly returning to a point where
it pointed straight out from his body. With some boys it is like this and
with others it stays slapped tight against the body pointing skyward. I am
not sure of my preference. Ahhh does it really matter. This one throbbed
ninety degrees from his body. It was so stiff and hard it looked almost
painful.  I stood up, stepping back to admire my captive prize.

Oh his cock. His boy cock. About three inches circumcised. A little pink
raspberry size knob. The rest rock hard and bone white with a blue
vein. His cocklet was pulsing and throbbing to the beat of his heart
pointing straight out from his tummy. I leaned into him bending to kiss his
neck then moving his hair away form his small ear using my nose I
whispered,

"Well little boy. You are all mine to do with as I please. You have a
beautiful hard little cock that I want to play with. I am going to remove
your gag for a second to ask you some questions and if you scream for help
you will be a very sorry little boy. Do you understand. Nod your head first
telling me you understand." I said as I reached down to grope his preteen
rock hard cock. Stroking it between my thumb and forefinger. It felt so
soft and yet was painfully hard. He groaned, twisting his hips pushing and
pulling as I slid my finger and thumb up and down the velvet like shaft
twisting my finger and thumb around the sponge helmet like head.

I removed the gag asking him, "What is your name and how old are you?"

Jody's eyes were glazed over. He was still squirming, moving his hips
although my hands were on either side of his head as I prepared to surprise
him with a kiss.

"Jod.... ahhhh I mean Bobby." He answered panting, "My name is Bobby and I
am just eight years old. I mean seven. I am only seven. Please let me go
sir. Please. I want my mommy. Please don't hurt me mister. Please don't do
bad things to me. Please pull up my shorts back up."

"You are a beautiful young boy Bobby and you know what I like to do with
beautiful young boys like you?" I asked as I ran one fingertip over his
bone hard silk like shaft causing him to go weak in the knees to the point
where he was suspended only by his arms.

"Noooo" he moaned.

"Kiss them I said as I grabbed his head between my hands tilting it to one
side as my lips covered his. My tongue pressing against his lips seeking
entry.

"Ohhhh" he gasped and my tongue pushed across his baby like teeth. "Ohhhh"
he groaned opening his pink mouth wider as my tongue brushed over his
pulling back inviting his tongue into my mouth. It wasn't long before I was
kissing him passionately.

Enough. I let go of his head as I sank once more to my knees supporting
myself with my fingers around his armpits, my thumbs pressing into them as
I kissed one armpit and then the other making him squirm as I used my
tongue licking each one in turn. As I licked and kissed his armpits my
thumb and forefinger squeezed is nipples, tiny nubs that stood out
slightly. I leaned over sucking gently on one then the other. My hands
around his small waist as my lips traveled further down. My tongue prodding
his belly button. My chin resting against the top of his rock hard
shaft. Then slipping down almost without looking I swirled my tongue around
the small helmet like head of his throbbing cock. He growled then almost
howled as I took the head between my lips forcing the stiff shaft slightly
away by pressing my nose into his hairless groin. The noise he was making
was so loud I was worried that someone might hear him, thinking it was a
child in distress. He sounded like one.  I had to stop and gag him again
before I continued to give him his very first blow job.

End chapter one.....should I continue.....jim1099@mail.com