Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2009 10:10:53 +0000 From: Rapier 54 Subject: Peter's Exposures Part 2: Peter at Home Peter at Home Copyright @ Rapier54 2009 Disclaimer: This is a fictional story depicting sexual activity between consenting adults and a younger male. If this is illegal from where you are reading it please do not continue. This being fiction, safe sex is not an issue. In the real world always practice safe sex. It was one of those hot days, when the English summer seems everlasting. Peter, 16 and permanently horny, had been planning on cycling to a local beach to walk about and see what the day would turn up. However, his father had left strict instructions that he was to tidy the garden shed, a task that would surely take all day. All rubbish was to be stacked out the front where someone was to collect it later. As his parents left for work his father reminded him that if he couldn't find a job for the holidays he could earn his keep by helping out at home. As he watched them drive off for the day, his father usually dropping his mother off outside her workplace, he wondered whatever he could do to get some praise and affection from either of them. He seemed to have a permanent case of nervous tension in his lower stomach and groin lately, fuelled no doubt by persistent thoughts of a sexual nature. He discovered masturbation several years ago, and only this summer realised the excitement to be found when displaying his young body "by accident" to others. Though he would give almost anything to lose his virginity with a girl, such was the power of sexual feelings within him once they built up, he just wanted someone, anyone, to appreciate him, give some affection, find him sexually attractive, want him. Only two weeks ago he had wandered into a gents toilet to find himself getting turned on by the graffiti, and his first encounter with another man, Harold. Returning the next afternoon, he discovered the thrill of allowing someone to "innocently" see his naked body as he pretended to dry himself after a "swim" and take advantage of it. That night, returning after dark to meet Harold as they had arranged, he learned that if he was excited enough he didn't mind others watching and it turned him on even more. So it was a huge frustration for him to have spend the day at home cleaning out an old wooden shed at the bottom of their secluded garden instead of going to see if he could re-create and take further the happenings of last summer. He sighed and thought that if he could get started early enough, and get a spurt on, he might finish in time to get to the beach by late afternoon. With some excitement starting to flow through his veins, he went upstairs to change into some old shorts before tackling the dusty, musty, shed and its cobwebbed contents. He realised he would be moving and stretching a lot, so an old loose pair of shorts went on, and, he decided with a smile, no pants. Not today. The thought of the late afternoons possibilities were already exciting him, and the feeling of freedom no pants gave might just make this tedious job a pleasure. Peter and his parents lived on the outskirts of a village, in a semi-detached, or duplex house. There was a 20' high wall enclosing the back gardens of the two properties, while the nearest neighbours were across the road at the front, no one lived anywhere near the back. As he stepped out into the back garden the he noticed the heat was starting to build. Not helped by the wall and the wooden board fence separating the two adjoining properties. As he went to unlock the shed, his neighbour was watching from his own bedroom window. At 60, Simon Richards had retired early. A former schoolteacher, he had watched young Peter growing into the young man he now was, and admired his body whenever he could. He had divorced many years ago, and had lived alone for as long as Peter could remember. He was looking out of the window in the hope of seeing the "boy next door" as he affectionately thought of him, and there he was! Dressed in only pair of old loose shorts, white ankle socks and black trainers. He had seen the shorts before, they were elasticised at the waist, and made of some man made satin like material. Lightweight for the summer he supposed. He remembered them in particular because Peter was wearing them a lot last summer, and he was sure he had seen his penis waving around under them, as if has was wearing no pants. It seemed to be the case today as well, as Peter emerged from the shed carrying firstly a lawn mower, then a hose and reel. He then disappeared round the side of the house, before returning a few minutes later. Next out of the shed were some sacks filled with old leaves which were also taken round the side. Simon decided to see if Peter was taking out some rubbish for his father to dispose of. When he looked out of the front window he could see Peter leaving the sacks, and now an old deck chair, but no sign of his Father who must have gone off to work as usual. He decided to wander downstairs and see if he could get closer to the object of his desires. As Peter dropped the second of a pair of old sun chairs in the growing pile of rubbish at the front of the house he was hailed by Mr. Richards from next door. "Good morning, Peter! Lovely day for it!" said Mr. Richards walking across from his front door. "Hello, Mr. Richards. Yes it is," he replied, "Though I would rather be at the beach on a day like this." He smiled. Simon couldn't help noticing the waving bulge in Peter's shorts, and quickly pointed out a cloud in the sky so that he could look surreptitiously as Peter looked heavenwards. He was overcome with an urge to reach forward and softly fondle the swaying in Peter's shorts, but remembered the neighbours across the road, and then thought of the consequences should he be rebuffed. "I shall be off to the beach myself later," he remarked, almost surprising himself with the news, "Perhaps I could give you a lift?" He was already thinking of ways to get young Peter hot and naked beneath him. "Well that would be really nice, Mr. Richards," replied Peter, "But I don't know if I will finish cleaning out our shed before you go, and besides, I wouldn't want to walk back home later." He finished with a smile. He was thinking he didn't want the straightlaced schoolteacher Mr. Richards watching over him as he tried to expose himself to someone who would appreciate the view. The thought of his elderly neighbour seeing him with less clothes than he was wearing was an embarrassing thought. "Well, I'll leave you to it, unless you want some help?" Simon asked, ever hopeful. "No thanks, Mr. Richards. I'll be a little while yet, but it's nothing I can't cope with. Besides, after I've shifted a bit more rubbish out the front here, all I have to do is sweep it out and put stuff back tidily. My father has arranged for someone to come round and collect the junk from the front lawn here later this today." Replied Peter. Simon left him to it, saying he would be off to the beach himself very shortly, so he would see him later. It was about an hour later that Peter was beginning to sweep out the shed, having emptied it and wiped down all the things to go back in. He had been drinking water during the morning, and his excitement was not abating. As he had anticipated, wearing no pants was turning him on. However, if he didn't have a pee soon, he would have difficulty doing so with an erection. Simon had been watching the events unfold, and a short while ago had seen a van pull up and two men carry away all the rubbish from his neighbour's front lawn. Peter was nowhere to be seen, and probably didn't know they had been. He continued his watch over the gorgeous young man below, and was enjoying the feelings aroused as he fondled his own stiffness. Peter was going to go indoors to the toilet, when it occurred to him that his parents wouldn't be back for ages, and Mr. Richards would be long gone by now. He decided with a smile that his father's prize roses could do with a watering, and as he walked to the wall at the back at the bottom of the garden, he decided not only to water them, but to do it naked. He stood facing the wall, building up some courage, thinking about being nude outside, and slowly hooked his thumbs into the waist of his shorts. As he eased them over his bottom, Simon was watching with disbelief. Such a delectable bottom, white, smooth, unblemished, slight hollows at the sides, and the lad let them go, allowing them to pool at his ankles. He then bent and stepped out of them, leaving his prick, half hard and looking eminently suckable waving in the breeze. He then tossed his shorts to one side, leaned back, and urinated over the garden border. "Ohhhh, that feels good." Thought Peter, "Soooo good!" The air around his balls and bottom felt so fresh and cool. The moment he stopped peeing, his prick stiffened, he wanted so badly to rub it, and make himself come. But he decided to wait until he could get to the beach later, and finish what he had to do. Besides, he wouldn't want to get caught by the person collecting the junk from the front, particularly as he had left the side gate unlocked so the man could find him if he needed payment. He realised this could be anytime now, and hurriedly slipped his shorts back on, willing his erection to diffuse as he pulled them back up, covering his modesty. Simon witnessed the entire event, and his own excitement had overruled his usual cautious nature. He reckoned that a boy of that age, aroused to that extent, would want attention from anyone, and he was the one to give some. Slipping his own shorts back on, he stepped out of the front door, and went to see if the side gate to Peter's house was open. It was. As Peter finished sweeping out he realised he made a simple mistake. He had neglected to sweep the shelves, high up, of dust. Curses. Now he would have to sweep the shed again after he had brushed the dust and cobwebs down to the floor from them. As Simon slipped through the side gate he saw Peter looking up at some shelving, his back to the shed door. Bolting the side gate securely, he sidled quickly to the shed door. As Peter reached up to the higher shelves at the back of the shed, it seemed to become a little darker. "Must be Mr. Richards' cloud." He thought with a smile. He almost shrieked with surprise as he felt a pair of hands reach round him, and hold his arms in place, stretched up to the higher shelf. "Don't move a muscle!" Whispered a hoarse voice. "I don't want to hurt you, I don't want you to turn round, or cry out. Keep still and quiet. Do you understand?" Peter nodded vigorously. "Good boy. I have seen you displaying yourself, naked in the garden, watering the flowers. Walking around with no clothes on, nude." Peter swallowed, in fear. What was this man going to do? Tell his parents? The Police? Who was it? It must be the man who was to collect the rubbish. He should have locked the gate before he misbehaved. What was going to happen now? "Peter, you have a beautiful body." Whispered the voice. "It is good that you show it off, but you must be more careful." It continued. As Peter heard these words, the hands slipped over his arms and across his shoulders. They ran gently down his back, and as they slid around to his stomach, they slowly swept upwards. He shuddered as he felt a tongue slide smoothly over his back, and lick gently as his neck. He groaned with delight as the hands found his nipples, sliding softly over them and back again. His bottom inadvertently thrust out as the rubbing on his nipples intensified. "You like that, eh?" Whispered the voice, again hoarsely. It's better if the fingers are wet. How about...?" and Peter felt the man's hands slip gently across his chest and as one went around his neck, firmly massaging it, the other slipped softly over his throat, chin, and tease his lips. As they continued to play over his mouth, the man leaned in slowly and Peter felt not only the intruder's naked skin on his back but also his hardness on his bottom. This was the first time Peter could remember feeling naked skin on his own, and with the highly charged atmosphere he moaned aloud with pleasure and first one finger, then another slipped into his wanting mouth. He hesitatingly licked over the fingers for a moment, before giving in to the pleasure he was feeling, and closing his lips over them gave full vent to his desire to lick and suck the digits. He groaned in dismay as the man moved from his back, but soon in pleasure as he felt the hand at his neck, slide down his back, the fingernails, lightly scratching a path down each side of his spine. As he opened his mouth to gasp aloud, he dribbled out some saliva which ran down his chin. The fingers were quick to collect it, and the hand moved from his mouth down again to his nipples, rolling them with saliva slippery fingers between finger and thumb. "Aaaaahhhh!" He gasped as the pleasure washed over his body. "Mmmmm. You like that don't you, boy?" Said the voice. "Well, I've been watching you, and knew you were going to be a hot little thing. Now, how about we see what you've been hiding under these shorts, eh?" It continued. "N no! Not that, Please!" He whispered. "Oh! So you're a tease as well as a show off! Well, how about some of these..." growled the voice, before a stinging slap landed on his bottom, followed by another and another. "AAAHHhh, Oww, AAAAaahh!" Peter cried out, "Please no. Please, please?" "Please, Sir for a start boy." Said the voice. Followed by another stinging slap. "P p please sir. Don't hurt me, s sir." Whimpered Peter, groaning again as the hands began their trawl up his chest seeking out the sensitive nipples. Again he called out as they were both gently rolled between finger and thumb. Once again his bottom thrust out, bumping into a hardness which was there waiting for it. "Ok, Peter. Shall we start again? Ask me nicely to pull your shorts down, I'll count to five, and if you take longer, Mr spank will come to visit." Spoke the voice. "B b but, S sir, I'll be n n nake...I'm not w wearing anny, AaaaaH!" he cried as another blow assaulted his rear. In fact it wasn't that hard, and he was beginning to enjoy the feeling of being punished this way. Particularly as he remembered his fantasises from the night at the beach toilet. "Five, four, Thre..." Counted the voice. "Ohhh, please, sir, Please pull m my shorts down." Whispered Peter. Longing to display himself now, waiting to hear what the man would say when he discovered he was not wearing pants, what he would say when saw his naked and very stiff condition. As he felt a pair of thumbs hook into the waistband, he whimpered, knowing his nakedness was about to be revealed. Slowly, the shorts were lowered over his bottom, they slid so slowly down his thighs, tickling his knees and dropped over his calves to his ankles. His leg was lifted, as he stepped out of them, and he remained standing with his hands raised, as the man took in the view. Simon was wondering just how he could get a good look as Peter's front, without giving himself away, and then he saw the shorts on the ground and had an idea. He picked them up, and eased them onto Peter's head. The young lad gave a questioning cry, but was shushed into silence as they covered his eyes, before bring gently pulled back and bunched behind his head. "Give me your left hand, Peter, and hold this. That's it, nice and tight." Whispered the voice, as Peter's hand was guided to the gathered material behind his head. Then he was turned round and eased slowly back to lean with his shoulders against the shed wall, while his feet were a little away, thrusting out his erection which was visibly throbbing, all the more when Simon leaned forward and used his lips to nibble on Peter's nipple. He wailed aloud as he felt a hand caressing his lower stomach, and moving inexorably to his hot prick. And a groan of pure lust as it slipped over the hot hard member and began to slowly rub it up and down. Simon was enjoying the fondling and kissing of the boy, but he wanted to come as well. So he stopped his ministrations and pulled Peter's free hand to continue with the caressing he had started. Peter reddened as he realised the man wanted him to rub himself, when he hesitated, the man simply spanked him again until he began to rub himself. Then as he gained pace, he heard the man doing the same. As he began to breathe a little heavier, his hand rushing back and forth, he again felt the man's lips at his nipples, and he gasped aloud. "Ohhhh, I'm going t to, I I'm going, Y you're making me c Ohhh! You're making me come, you're, Co COME! AAAaaah OhHHHhh! I'm coming, comiiiiiing! Aaah" Cried Peter as he exhausted his sperm supply over the shed floor. "Ohhhh!" he exclaimed as he felt spurts of something landing on his legs and stomach. And again as he realised what it was. The voice whispered to him once more, "That was nice for us both, Peter. Now wait here and don't move for at least 2 minutes. Then you can get cleaned up and dressed. If you want a similar thing to happen again you will leave your eyes covered for 2 minutes. Ok?" "Y Yes, Sir. T Two minutes O ok." He replied breathlessly. "Again? He thought. "That would be fun." Simon slipped noiselessly out of the shed, unsecured the gate, and eased it quietly shut as he trod softly back to his front door and let himself in. He closed the door and leaned back on it, gasping a huge sigh of relief and satisfaction. At Last! Peter! Naked and trembling, wanking and coming. And SO responsive. He is indeed a hot little thing. He knew there would be more occasions, he just had to plan them. Peter waited the prescribed two minutes then slowly removed the shorts from his head. Looking around he could see no sign of the man who had seen him naked, but just knew it had to be the one that was here to collect the rubbish. He would have to ask his father later who it was. He had no intention to cause trouble, but was eager to find a way to repeat the adventure. After a few minutes to collect his composure, he finished cleaning the shed, making sure the dust from the shelves picked up all the sticky residue from the pleasure he had just experienced. and restocked it, then he finally put his shorts back on, little knowing that Mr. Richards next door had been watching him finish his task still naked. His erection starting to grow again. Thank you for reading. All positive or constructive feedback is welcome.