Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2020 08:07:05 -0700 From: Spike Meyers Subject: One Fine Morning, 1 of 1, Gay, Adult-Youth Donate: Please consider donating to this website. Without your donations, Nifty may not be able to keep this site up and running for your reading pleasure. Whatever you can afford will be appreciated. Notice: This story is a work of fiction and contains explicit sexual material. It may also include, incest, sex between a minor(s) and an adult males(s), and sexual fetish. If you are offended by such material, do not read this work of fiction. The character(s) in this work are not based on any known person(s). One Fine Morning It was just 8 AM. I was sitting on the back patio having my morning coffee, trying to decide what I wanted to do for the day, when my phone rang. I did not have my glasses on so I could not see the caller ID. I can't see shit up close without my glasses. I could tell you what's going on two blocks down the street, but up close, I can't see squat. "Good morning, this is Jamie" I answered. "Jamie, hi. It's Amy. I'm so sorry to call you on your day off, but I am really stuck between a rock and a hard space. I really need your help." I set my coffee cup down and said, "No problem kiddo. What's seems to be the issue?" Over the phone, I could hear Amy take a deep breath. "Well, I wanted to update the Hollywell contract because I know that Joseph entered the subcontractor bids in the system. I know that he entered all of the bids because he left me the date stamp confirmation on my desk yesterday. Since it's a $45,000 contract, I wanted to make damn sure that all of my T's are crossed and my I's are dotted. When I tried to bring up the contract, a window popped up with an error code; some shit about paths and verify file location. I have no fricking clue what the hell it means! It's all Greek to me. Since you wrote the software, I thought perhaps you could talk me through it." I took a sip of coffee and lit a smoke. "OK. In simple English, what that is referring to, most-likely, are the bids or quotes that Joseph entered yesterday. The system acknowledges that they are there, but it can't find them. If that's the case, it's an easy fix. Do you know if Allen ran day end before he left the office yesterday?" Amy sighed and said, "I don't really know for sure. I suspect he did. He usually does." Allen owns the company. He hired me two years ago to write software specifically for the way he operates his business. "Is anyone else in the office today? I asked. "No." Amy says. "I am the only one here." As I walked back into the house, I said, "OK. This is what you are going to do. Go around the office and check each workstation to make sure that nobody has left an application open. If they have, close out of it and make sure you click save when you exit the application. Once you have done that, I want you to run day end on Allen's workstation. His computer will automatically populate the variables since he runs it all the time; just accept all defaults that pop up. It's going to take about 40 to 45 minutes to execute. Once day end terminates, try to bring up the Hollywell contract again. Call me back if you have any problems. I'll wait by my phone. Actually, call me in any event; even if it works." "Thanks Jamie. You're a life saver." I laughed and said, "Don't thank me yet. I'll talk to you in a little bit." I refilled my coffee cup and went back out on the patio. I sat down in the chair, leaned back, and spread my legs. I uttered a little moan as I felt a nice breeze pass over my naked body. I have a very private back yard so when I'm home, I am always naked. If someone should look over the wall, oh well. I don't really care. They can look all they want. The breeze felt so good passing over my crotch, my cock tingled. I reached down and held my cock up away from my balls, to let the breeze caress my low hangers. I continued to fondle myself, my cock responding to the touch of my own hand. I seriously considered rubbing one out, and then decided that I would rather have some hot stud suck me off. I finished my second coffee, and decided to jump in the shower before I go out in search of a warm, wet mouth to shove my dick in. I knew exactly where I might find the mouth to satisfy my desire. Less than a mile from my house, is the local Library. I've been sucked off in the bathroom there a couple of times. Right next to the Library, is a large baseball field and the local public pool. The grounds are park-like, very spacious, pretty, and very well maintained. There is a small public bathroom located between the Library and the baseball fields. There are actually three baseball fields. It's a large public area right next to the High School that is very popular with the locals. I decided to pass on the Library; it's too risky on a Saturday morning. I decided that I would stop by the public restroom next to the baseball field closest to the main road. There is a huge parking lot in the back that is shaded in parts of the lot with large mesquite trees. I would hang-out there hoping to find a suitable candidate. As I made a right onto the small road that leads down to the public pool, my phone rang. I pulled over to the side of the road, put the car in park, and pressed the button on the steering wheel to take the call. I could see the caller ID on the dash; it was Amy. "Amy! How's it going?" I asked. "Yeah!" she hollered. "It worked! It worked! I have the Hollywell contract up on screen now. Everything is there Jamie. Thank you so much." "You're welcome kiddo. Glad I could help. See you on Monday." I disconnected the call, put the car in gear, and resumed my drive to the parking lot. Surprisingly, the lot was full on one side, closest to the public pool entrance, but on the other side, it was completely open. I stopped the car and seriously thought about turning around and going to another cruisy spot that I knew about. Off in the distance, I could see people walking and or riding bikes on the sidewalks that run across and throughout the property. I decided that I would wait a little while in the hope that some horny guy would show up looking for a dick to suck off. I parked under a large mesquite tree with a canopy that could easily cover three standard vehicles. I put the car in park, rolled down the windows, and shut the engine off. I adjusted the seat, leaned back to get comfortable, and waited. Twenty minutes passed by and I did not see a single person come in or out of the parking lot. My morning coffee was having its usual effect on me; I had to pee. I rolled the car windows up, opened the door, and hit the auto lock button, locking all 4 doors and the trunk. As I strolled across the parking lot to the bathroom, I looked around a bit and didn't see a soul around. I decided to move on to the next spot when I got out of the bathroom. The bathroom is rather small in terms of the number of stalls and urinals. It has one urinal, and one stall; no door, and one small sink. This particular bathroom is frequented by the homeless population who have taken up residence on the property. You just never know who or what you will see walking in the bathroom. The walls are completely tiled all around. The floor has been in Saltillo tile. The 4" tiles on the walls are glass-like that reflect almost like a mirror. Often times the floor has standing water; either the sink is leaking, or the urinal overflows when it's flushed. I have learned to stand back from the urinal when flushing because the water rushes out and over the bowl of the urinal, flooding the floor, and you too if you're standing too close at the time. I found that out the hard way. I walked into the bathroom. I was a little disappointed that the place was empty. I stepped cautiously thru the standing water on the floor so I didn't splash the water onto my bare legs. I stepped up to the urinal, dropped the front of my gym shorts, tucking the waistband under my balls, and took aim. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, I heard someone rush into the bathroom, stepping into the standing water on the floor, splashing it about. I turned, cock in hand, to see who came in the bathroom in such a hurry. When I turned to face this person, I saw this little Mexican boy standing there in the puddle of water on the floor. I fully expected to see his dad or someone, step in directly behind him. I waited a couple of seconds, primarily because he took me by surprise, considering his entrance, and no one followed him in. I turned around, took aim again, and started to pee. The boy was about 7, certainly no more than 8 years old. He stepped over to the sink, turned to face me, and stared down at my cock. I noticed him staring, so I looked over at him and smiled. He stepped closer to me, his index finger in his mouth, his eyes transfixed on my dick. I thought to myself, "What the fuck is this kid's deal? He's just staring at my cock." I looked over at the entrance to the bathroom to see if I saw the reflection on the wall tiles of someone approaching. It was completely clear; no sign of anyone. I looked at him, looked down at my pissing cock, then back at him again. "Do you like that buddy?" I asked. He looked up at me and didn't say a word. He then, stepped up to the urinal and put his hand in my piss stream. I was absolutely shocked. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what to do, so I just continued to pee. He kept his hand in my stream for a second or two, and then licked his fingers. I almost fainted in shock. I stepped back a little, he grabbed a hold of the urinal, leaned down, and stuck his tongue in my stream. The piss splashed a bit; I felt the spray on my legs. I was completely freaked out. I expected the cops or someone to come rushing in and slap the cuffs on me. I seriously thought that this was probably entrapment. Nobody would believe the truth no matter how convincing I could make it sound. I stepped back to the urinal, the stream diminishing to almost nothing. The boy just stood there by my side. I was at a loss. I didn't know what to do. At the very least, I expected someone to rush in and beat the crap out of me. Before I had a chance to make the final squirts, the boy bent over and took the head of my cock in his mouth. I literally gasped out loud. Involuntarily, I squirted the last of my piss in his mouth. To my astonishment, he swallowed and started to work his tongue over my glands. For some reason, I did not pull out of his mouth. Probably because it felt so fucking good. This kid, at 8 years old, was making my cock feel so good. He sure knew how to suck a dick. In very short order, my cock was throbbing hard. This kid started to blow me like he had done it 1,000 time before. He took most of my throbbing, 7-inch meat down his throat. I backed up, and leaned against the wall of the bathroom stall, so my hips protruded forward as this kid sucked my cock. It was such a turn on to look down and see him bobbing up and down on my hard cock. I started to moan softly as I felt my orgasm fast approaching. I placed my hands on the wall to help steady myself as I shot my load in the boy's mouth. To my surprise, none of it spilled out. He had such a tight lip-grip around my cock, none of it went to waste on the floor. I could feel my load surrounding my cock in his mouth. He continued to suck my dick after it stopped squirting. I was so spent, I just wanted to let myself slide down the stall wall I was leaning back against. Instead, I stood up straight, and withdrew my dick from the boy's mouth. I stuffed myself back into my shorts, and put myself back together. I put my hand on top of the boy's head and whispered, "Thanks buddy. You can suck my cock anytime." The boy looked up at me and smiled softly. The whole time, he did not say a single word. Walking across the parking lot to my car, I thought to myself, my goal was indeed to find a mouth to suck me off, but never in a million years, would I have thought that the mouth would be that of an 8 year old boy.