Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2021 21:23:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Douglas W Subject: Little Tristin On The Walking Path Little Tristin On The Walking Path by DCW Adult-youth M/b, oral It was a cold, raw January afternoon...MLK Day. As a bank employee, I had the day off. Rather than doing the things I should have been doing, I decided to bundle up and go for a brisk walk on a newly-discovered walking path not far from home. The walking path is a nice, wide asphalt walkway where a railroad used to run. The township bought the property a few years ago, removed the tracks and turned it into a public walkway, about one mile long. After a short, five minute drive, I pulled into the parking lot on the northern end of the pathway, got out of my SUV and began walking. The entire scene was uneventful; probably due to the weather being so cold, it was a ghost town. About two-thirds down the pathway, I saw a young boy, walking alongside his bike. Judging by his height, I guessed him to be about 8-10 years old. As I passed by, he kept his back to me, brushing off the new-fallen snow from the wooden fence that lined the pathway. "Wow, he's a cutie," I thought to myself. I noticed he had a cowboy boot on one foot, and a Nike sneaker on the other foot. Boys just don't care about matching anything! The rest of my walk was every bit as uneventful as the first part... Until... As I'm nearing the parking lot where my vehicle was parked, which would be the end of my walk, I noticed the same boy sitting on the cold asphalt with his bike on top of him. He just sat there, looking at me, hoping to gain my attention. I walked straight toward him, removing my headphones. "Are you okay?" I inquired. "Yeah, I'm okay, I think" he replied. But it seemed like he really wasn't okay. "Did you fall off your bike?" I asked. "Well, it's more like my bike fell on me. Now my leg hurts," he declared. "It hurts really bad." Not being able to stand seeing a boy hurting, I said, "Here, let me lift your bike off you." I quickly got his bike off of him, and held out my hand to help him get up. "Thanks, mister," he said. "You're welcome, kiddo," I replied. Now up on both feet, he began to walk away, his bike alongside him just like before, limping and very visibly in pain and discomfort. Concerned, I asked him again, "Are you sure you're okay?" He turned around, looked at me, and said, "It really hurts, and I'm freezing." He was obviously hurt, not to mention shivering he was so cold. He only had on sweat pants and a hoodie, and no gloves or a hat; hardly enough for a 25-degree January day. "Look, I'm parked right over there," pointing at my SUV in the parking lot, "why don't you come warm up and take a little break? I have water and granola bars, too." Reluctantly, he started walking back towards me, but then stopped. "I'm not supposed to go anywhere with strangers." "Heck, we're practically old friends by now. Besides, you're not going anywhere; it's just right over there, really close" I declared. Concluding that there really wasn't any danger, he agreed, "well.........okay." Making some small talk on the way to my SUV, I introduced myself and asked him his name and how old he is. "I'm Tristin, I'm 9," he said. "I'm in the 4th grade at Main Street Elementary." "Nice to meet you, Tristin," I said, as I held out my hand for a friendly handshake. I offered to carry his bike. After about 2 minutes, we arrived at my SUV. "Hop in the back so you can stretch your leg out across the seat," I suggested. I started the engine. As it had been running about 30 minutes prior, it didn't take long to warm up. "Ahhh, that heat feels good! This was a good suggestion," he said. "I'm full of good suggestions," I said, as he laughed. "Here's a bottle of water and a yummy chocolate chip granola bar," I said. He gobbled down the granola bar like he hadn't eaten in weeks. But, he looks well fed and most likely from a good home, despite having mismatched footwear on! I opened up the back door and hopped in the other side. "Okay, let me see that leg." He tried pulling up his pantleg, but it was too tight, as the sweat pants may have been a size too small for him. "Looks like you'll have to go the other way; pull them down instead." "Okay," he said, and proceeded to try to pull his sweat pants down. As he was seemingly having a bit of difficulty, I gladly assisted, and hooked my fingers around the waistband of his sweat pants and pulled them straight down over his silky smooth legs. His boxers almost came down, too, but he caught them just in time before his boy parts were exposed. Upon close inspection of his leg, there weren't any apparent abrasions...no blood...really, nothing to see. "Maybe if I rub your leg a little, it'll make it feel better," I suggested. "Maybe he put the whole thing on," I thought to myself, "might have been looking for attention or something..." "Okay," he replied. I began rubbing his leg the way I envisioned a masseuse might do. I'm certainly no professional! "That feels nice," Tristin said. He was obviously enjoying this hands-on attention, and likely hadn't ever been touched this way before. I began with his knee, where it reportedly hurt the most, rubbing in a swirling motion. Gradually, I widened the pattern, making my way up to his milky white, smooth thigh. I couldn't help but notice that just a little but of Tristin's left ball was visible up the leg opening of his boxers. Slowly, I worked my way up his yummy hairless thigh, eventually ending up at the bottom of his boxers. I looked at Tristin and his head was tilted way back and his eyes were closed. I took this as a sign that he's trusting me, his new friend, as he's completely relaxed and enjoying this physical contact. I continued my quest up a little further on his thigh, until my fingertips were now just underneath the fabric of his cotton boxers. There was still no response from him, so I kept moving higher and higher, until I reached his hip. By this time, my hands were completely underneath his boxers. As I kept my eyes glued to Tristin's face, I gently and graciously moved my hands to the left until I reached the center of his boyhood, and began rubbing and fondling his little cock and balls underneath his boxers. This got Tristin's attention! He looked up at me, innocently, and said, "you're touching my weiner." As a quick, momentary streak of fear went through me, I said, "It's okay, Tristin, I'm just trying to make you feel good. Does this feel good?" "Yes, it feels really good, but..." he said in his soprano preteen voice. "But nothing," I said, "you were hurting back there and I want to make you feel good, that's all." Tristin looked a bit confused, but submitted without protest, "okay, it really does feel good though." "Good," I said, "now I'm going to make you feel really special. I only do this for people who are really special to me, okay?" As he nodded yes, I began taking his shoe and cowboy boot off, then his pants, and then I slipped his boxers completely off. Right before me, in my back seat, was a perfect sight: a half-naked 9 year old boy. I took his left leg and spread it apart from his other leg, giving me a perfect view of the prize. In between his legs rested a perfect, hairless, flaccid little cock, about 1-1/2 inches, resting just above two little grape-sized balls. I reached out and began fondling his little cock, which began to get a little harder, longer and bigger. I then began fondling his little ball sack, still tight up against his body...so completely velvety-smooth as I rolled each ball between my fingers. Not a single hair anywhere; just perfect, blemish-free, soft skin everywhere...not even any peach fuzz. At 9, he's still got a few years before ugly and unsightly pubic hairs would destroy his innocence, purity and perfection. I looked up at Tristin's cute, boyish face. He had the look of pure estascy on his face. "You haven't seen anything yet, my little boy-wonder," I thought to myself. Gradually, I lowered my face down to Tristan's half-erect cock, which is beginning to stand up on its own a bit, and take it in my mouth, all the way until my lips are at its base. Tristan, no doubt awestruck with new feelings that were beyond his wildest imagination, lets out a little peep. In short order, I can feel his little cock is completely erect in my mouth, so I take it out to see it protruding proudly from his body, pointing straight up at the ceiling of my SUV, full-mast at a good 3 inches. I can't stand not having it in my mouth, so I suck on it again; it fits perfectly in my mouth, without making me gag. I then turn my attention a little lower to his heavenly little balls, taking them in my mouth and rolling them around with my lips and tongue. I then work my way down with my tongue to his taint, as I take in his heavenly boy scent eminating from his balls and crotch. Everything about this boy is velvety-smooth, and I just can't get enough of him! His response to my oral stimulation was to spread is legs even wider, giving me even better access to his precious boy-parts, pressing his whole body more firmly against my mouth. Once again, taking in his distinct, captivating boy-aroma, I kiss and lick the insides of his creamy and smooth thigh, making my way back to his taint, then over to the other thigh. I come back to the center, licking his taint again, and I look up at him with his ball sack just underneath my nose. There's no doubt...he's definitely enjoying this! His erection seems to have gotten even harder than it was before, I notice, as I once again return his 3-inch shaft to my wet, warm mouth. When highly aroused, a preteen boy's young cock can get incredibly hard, yet, the skin of his shaft is so smooth and soft. After orally pleasuring him for about 10 minutes now, Tristan says, "I think I gotta pee all of a sudden!" "Just let it go, buddy...you're fine," I said. Knowing that his orgasm is quickly approaching, I continued sucking, bobbing up and down his three-inch tube of delectible flesh, swirling my toungue around its head, fondling his ball sack and massaging his taint. Soon, he lets out another little peep, and perhaps a bit of a moan, and begin to feel his little cock pumping and pulsating in my mouth, as he experiences the first fluidless, dry orgasm of his young, 9 year old life. Almost out of breath, and nearly delerious, Tristin looks down at me and says, "what just happened?" He can barely speak! "You just had an orgasm, my little friend," I said, "and I'm guessing it was the first one of your life." "Wow, that was, like, the most awesomest thing I ever felt in my whole life...and I'm already 9!" he exclaimed. "Well, good, little buddy, I'm glad you liked it. I hope it made you feel good," I said. "Yeah, I forgot all about my leg hurting" he said. "I don't even think it hurts anymore!" So with that, I helped Tristan get dressed and back on his bike, and he rode away as though nothing ever happened...but visibly happier than how I found him. And now he knows that his cock is there for more than just peeing!