Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2015 22:46:59 +0000
From: Zack McNaught <zackmcnaught@hotmail.com>
Subject: Online Ollie

Disclaimers: (1) It's fiction. No, I didn't do this. No, I don't troll
around Omegle for boys - I went once, and it's all fat old guys like me
with their dicks out. Some of the dicks aren't hideous, others are. (2)
Seriously, don't do this. Don't be the boy, and don't be the man. Both
characters were monumentally stupid.

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Love you all,
Zack (zackmcnaught@hotmail.com)


It started with a blurry, pixellated image, which resolved itself into a
pair of Marvel superheroes cotton boxer briefs. Briefs which, unless I was
very much mistaken, belonged to a young boy. A young boy who was making a
small but noticeable tent in them. A youthful hand came into frame and
tugged at the little lump, then pushed the material downward to make it
quite clear that there was something very real underneath.

I watched, slightly mesmerised for a moment, until I realised I was meant
in some way to start a conversation.

You: Hi

Stranger: hi

You: Feeling horny? lol

Stranger: yes

You: me too. u like my dick?

Stranger: yes its nice it looks like mine but bigger

You: can i see urs?

Stranger: are u real?

You: yes, of course!

Stranger: hold up three fingers

You: there, did u see?

He didn't respond. Instead, another hand came into view, and together they
peeled the waistband of the briefs down, and revealed to me his wonderful
little willy.

I almost came, and almost had a heart attack at the same time. That never
happens. Boys tease, and they quit. They nearly reveal, then they
leave. They don't actually pull down their pants and show you a virginal,
hairless little stiffy and a cute set of balls in a tight little sack. His
willy was slender, with an overhanging foreskin, and he was right - it
looked just like mine had when I was a boy.

You: it's really nice. wow

Stranger: thanks

You: u want to wank off together?

Stranger: ok

He took his little spike in his right hand and began to slowly slide the
foreskin back and forth. His dick looked painfully hard, as if it might
snap off at any moment.

You: so, do u like guys then?

Stranger: yes

You: u ever done anything

Stranger: what u mean?

You: u know, stuff like this

Stranger: no

You: u ever wanted to do it?

Stranger: yes

You: with a boy or a man?

Stranger: man

You: is there no one u can do it with?

Stranger: no

You: wish i could be there and do u

Stranger: yes me too

You: u don't have to answer, but where do u live?

He replied with the name of a city, and I almost had a second heart
attack. That was my town. Here was a young boy who should've been at
school, because this was the middle of the day on a Tuesday, but
wasn't. Instead, he was sitting at his computer wanking with a man. With
me. And he was within half an hour's drive no matter where he lived.

You: wow. me too

Stranger: lol

You: where in XXXX?

Stranger: near XXXX

Holy crap, this was getting very real all of a sudden. With shaking fingers
I typed in my reply.

You: me too. can i come and suck you off? lol

I immediately released I'd blown it. His hands left his dick, and he pulled
the briefs back over it. Then the whole view tilted and shifted and the
laptop he was using was put down on his bed. I saw his climb out of bed,
and walk out of view.

I left the chat window open, though, hoping beyond hope. He was gone for
ages. Eventually, though, there was a change in the shadows in his room,
and he came back.

Stranger: mum just left for work. u can come if u want

You: r u alone?

Stranger: yes. dad is home at 5

You: r u serious?

Stranger: yes. i want to get sucked. i'll do u too if u want

You: ok, where do u live?

---

Fifteen minutes later, with my heart pounding in my chest and blood
thumping in my ears, I locked my car and walked the last two streets to his
house. I was shaking almost uncontrollably with nerves as I walked up the
front path and knocked on the white uPVC door.

For a moment I wondered if I should have worn a disguise of some sort, in
case he'd given me a false address. Or at least had a reason to be
there. But before I had time to think too hard about it, the door swung
open, and there he was.

It was definitely him - I recognised those pants - but for the first time I
saw his face, and my God he was cute. He had very pretty features and the
bluest of blue eyes underneath a blonde buzz cut. Normally that makes boys
looks a bit thuggish, but on him it was perfect. He looked so small, no
more than ten or eleven, and other than the shorts he had on a Jurassic
World t-shirt which looked about three sizes too big for him, and nothing
else.

His eyes went wide,and I could see that he, too was nervous, but he stepped
back and let me into the house, then closed the door behind me.

I kicked off my shoes out of habit, and turned to face him. He was standing
there watching me, with one hand subconsciously cupping his privates.

"Um, hi," he whispered.

"Hi," I croaked, my throat suddenly dry as parchment.

"I.. um... what do we do?"

"I suppose we could go upstairs and get in bed?"

"Oh, yeah," he giggled. "This way."

He went ahead of me up the stairs, and I just stood and stared at his tiny
little bum in those soft cotton undies. He saw me watching, and stopped
half way up, leaning forward and putting his hands and knees on the steps,
pushing his bum out at me. He looked over his shoulder with a sly, horny
smile. Unable to resist temptation, I stepped up a couple of steps and then
knelt, close enough to him that I could reach out and caress his tight
little cheeks.

"Yes..." he whispered, his eyes closing. I reached up and grabbed the
waistband, and when he didn't object I pulled them down around his knees,
seeing for the first time his puckered little hole between his narrow
cheeks. I wasn't sure if he knew about rimming, but I wasn't going to pass
up such an amazing opportunity, and leaned forward, going straight for his
little hole with the tip of my tongue.

He gasped and moaned at the sensation, and pushed his bum further back at
me. There was a lovely tangy taste to his hole, and it soon opened up to
let me push my tongue inside. I worked it around his tight little ring
until it twitched and relaxed, and suddenly I my tongue was right up
him. He put his head down on his arms and arched his back, as on all fours
behind him I gave him a thorough fucking with my tongue.

An idea crept into my mind, one I hadn't even considered up until now. His
hole was way looser than I thought it would be, and I have a fairly slender
dick, and well... add two and two together and you can see where my mind
was going here. I'd dressed in only tracksuit bottoms, knowing they would
be coming down or off at some point, and I did exactly that now, pushing
them down the stairs. He sighed and grumbled a little when I pulled out my
tongue, then looked around at me sharply when I moved up to kneel on the
same step and leaned forward over him.

He frowned when the dripping head of my dick slid between his cheeks to
nestle against his hole, but made no move to resist as I pushed forward. In
fact, he strained to hold his hips in place as I pressed into him. I kept
up the gentle but firm pressure, and felt the ring of muscle at his
entrance slowly slide down my dick until it gripped the shaft behind the
flare of the head. His face was buried in the crook of his elbow, so I
couldn't see his expression as I pushed further into him, stopping when I
was about half way in. I could feel him shaking underneath me, and when I
reached round to touch his dick for the first time it was shrivelled into a
tiny little flap of skin, his balls drawn up so tight beneath that his sack
was empty. I tried to coax some life into his willy, but all I got was a
little dribble of urine.

I began to withdraw, thinking I'd gone too far, but as I neared the exit,
his hand shot out and grabbed my hip, urging me forward. I paused for a
moment, suddenly racked with guilt and indecision, but he tugged
insistently, and so, grabbing his hips, I pressed back into him.

I could go no further than half way in before his insides were too full to
take any more, but what I could fuck him with, I did, easing in and out,
building a rhythm, trying to ignore the creaking of the stairs beneath our
knees. It would take a better boylover than I to last very long with their
dick up a tiny preteen backside like that, and inevitably my climax came
all too soon. I pumped a healthy load up his arse, kissing the back of his
neck as I pulsed inside him.

"Are you done?" he asked in a tiny, frail voice when I softened a slipped
out of his bum.

I leaned forward and grabbed him into a hug from behind.

"I'm sorry," I whispered in his ear, "you were just so sexy and I got
carried away."

"It's OK," he replied. "I don't mind. It's just my knees are hurting."

I laughed and stood up, relieved that he wasn't angry with me. He stood,
too, although he looked very shaky, and a hand went straight to his bum.

"It's leaking out!" he said, sounding panicked.

"Hold your bum and go and sit on the loo," I suggested, and he scampered
off upstairs, leaving his undies behind. I gathered our discarded clothes
and trooped off after him.

I found his room easily enough, judging by the football posters on the
walls, and the little trophies on the chest of drawers. He looked to be
quite a good little player judging from the various awards, including one
from the academy of the local Premiership side. I have a bit of a thing for
little boys in (and out of!) football kit, and sat down on the edge of the
bed wondering whether he would agree to pose in some for me.

He came back a couple of minutes later, walking a little strangely but with
a shy smile on his face. I could just about see the tip of his willy
dangling down beneath the hem of his t-shirt. I beckoned him over and he
came to stand between my legs.

"Is it OK?" I asked, running my hands up the backs of his legs and gently
resting them on the globes of his bum.

He nodded. "All your stuff came out I think. It doesn't hurt but it feels
really odd, like I need to take a dump really badly. It feels like it would
feel better if you hadn't taken your willy out."

I laughed at that. "Well, we can put it back in if you like."

He shook his head vigorously, alarmed at the suggestion.

"OK, how about I suck you off, then?"

He nodded at that, and gave a shy little giggle.

I lifted the t-shirt off, and made him lie down on the bed with his legs
dangling over the side. Then I knelt on this little boy's bedroom floor and
stared in wonder at the now-stiff little shaft of his penis. He looked down
at me intently as I gently wanked it, and gave me a smile when I smiled at
him, but then the intense look returned. Not wanting to let him go off the
boil, I leaned over him and took his stiffy into my mouth.

Since I was the same age as he was then, I had only ever had one young
boy's penis in my mouth, and that had been only for the briefest of moments
before we were disturbed. So I was utterly unprepared for the joy of having
his toy between my lips. It was hard - unbelievably so - and had a subtle,
salty tang to it. There was none of the musk of an adult dick, just the
clean flavour of boy tinged with a tiny bit of wee.

That he was capable of proper, leg thrashing orgasms was not in doubt a few
minutes later. I had toyed with him a little at first, using my lips and
tongue to retract and restore his foreskin, wanking him with my mouth, but
once I got down to serious business he was soon ready to blow. When it came
(or rather, when he came) his whole body went stiff and he gave a muffled
cry, his brows creased with the agony of ecstasy. In my mouth his little
spike jumped and kicked, and on the third or fourth little spasm it fired a
jet of watery, salty sweet boy juice into my mouth. I savoured it for some
time before swallowing, and felt a thrill at taking his boyish essence into
my body. He had taken mine, and now I was taking his.

He lay there panting for a few moments, looking up at the ceiling. When he
finally came down, he looked down nervously at me sitting on the floor. I
could see the cogs whirring behind his eyes now that he had cum. The desire
was gone, replaced by guilt, and I was the source of the guilt.

"Um, I think..." he began, but couldn't finish.

"It's OK," I lied, "I have to get going anyway. Thanks, though."

In the end, he didn't even come downstairs. He sat on his bed with his hand
pushing his t-shirt over his privates, shielding them from me, and watched
me go without saying a word.

As I walked away down the street, I reflected on the best day of my life,
and smiled to myself. I just hoped he was able to do the same