Date: Thu, 01 Sep 2022 21:08:36 +0000 From: OmriWentz@proton.me Subject: Second Grade Hedonist for adult/youth Second Grade Hedonist by Omri Wentz There I was, minding my own business in the last stall of the men's room at the mall. That restroom is very cruisy sometimes but when it's dead it's DEAD! All I wanted was a nice fat cock to suck but I had been sitting there stroking my 7 inch dick for nearly an hour with no action. Such bullshit! I was just about to call it a day and blow a lonely load and be on my way. I was even dribbling some precum as I neared my orgasm. Then the door to the stall next to mine finally opened. I stopped stroking to look under the stall. Maybe I would finally find a man to have an understall quickie with. My balls were aching for relief! My hopes fell when I saw the sneakers bouncing into the stall. They were bright red with yellow trim and blue laces. And they had Bert and Ernie from Sesame Street on them. This was just a little kid! I definitely wasn't getting any action from a kid wearing Bert and Ernie sneakers! I sat back up on the toilet and prepared to leave. I figured I'd just go home and jerk off there. This place was dead today! That's when the red sneaker closer to me began tapping beneath the partition. The universal sign of someone wanting bathroom sex! But this was just a little kid! Surely he was just tapping his foot to some song playing in his headphones or something. But my curiosity was piqued. Just for fun I tapped my foot back, not expecting anything of it. Suddenly his Bert and Ernie sneaker was tapping on top of my own shoe. The boy must have slid halfway off of the toilet to reach his little leg over to touch my foot. I tapped my foot again with his on top of mine. I heard a high-pitched giggle come from his stall. He was enjoying our little game! Then he pulled his foot off of mine and I thought "That was cute. I guess we're all done." This was followed by his head with a curly mop of brown hair appearing under the partition, looking up at me. "Hi!" the boy said with a big grin that was missing one of his front teeth. "Hi there!" I replied. "What are you doing, little guy?" "Same as you," he said. "Just trying to have some fun!" "I'm not sure that you and I are trying to have the same type of fun here in the restroom," I said. "I think we are!" the boy said, now eyeing my crotch. "You tapped your foot. I know what that means! It means you want to play with my winkie and you want me to play with yours!" I was shocked by his words. His tapping was no accident. This kid knew about cruising! "Do you want to play with mine first or should I play with yours?" he asked in his sweet high voice. "I like both!" I was glad that the restroom was otherwise empty because, like most little boys, this kid wasn't good at keeping his voice down. "Are you sure you want to play with me?" I asked. "What grade are you in?" "I just started second grade!" he chirped. "I'm a big boy!" "And you like playing with men?" I said. "They make me feel good!" he answered. "I like to do things that make me feel good!" This made sense to me. Little boys are hedonistic by nature, living for their own pleasure. "Can I make you feel good?" I asked with lust in my tone. At this, the boy got off of the toilet and knelt down between our stalls on the smoothest little knees I'd ever seen. He thrust his crotch under the divider and I got my first look at his boy bits. His penis was about 2.5 inches long and sticking straight out from his smooth-as-milk pubic mound. He had a smooth pouch that had clearly not dropped yet, as it was hugging his penis. He had an uncut penis and his smooth pink head was peeking out of the top of his foreskin. His hard penis was quivering, awaiting my touch. Please mister!" the boy pleaded."Please touch it! Make me feel good!" I got down on my knees too so our knees were touching, a pantsless little boy with a pantsless 35 year old man. I reached under his aching penis and caressed his silky balls, juggling them in their smooth sac, at least as much as his tight scrotum would allow. He moaned as I rubbed them, massaging his taint and brushing a finger over his tender boy hole. After this bit of foreplay I gave him what he wanted and grasped his rock hard two and a half inches. I gently pulled back his foreskin, revealing his shiny pink knob in all its glory. I sucked my thumb in my mouth to wet it and then began making little circles around his head with it, paying special attention to the sensitive underside. As I began masturbating the boy, he reached out and squeezed my own seven inch cock. I'm circumcised and I could tell he enjoyed feeling the difference between our penises. His nimble little fingers explored my engorged mushroom head, feeling the piss slit and rubbing the precum that was oozing out of it. The boy and I knelt there, jerking each other off for a few minutes, our breaths matching in our excitement, until the urge to suck him overtook me. "Can I make you feel REALLY good," I asked. "You want to suck me, don't you?" he said, proud that he knew my intentions. "I love when guys suck me! It feels so good!" "And you like feeling good, don't you bud?" I asked. "Mmm-hmm!" he agreed. So I got all the way down on the gross bathroom floor to get my head near his throbbing member. The things I'll do to suck a boy cock! I pushed my head under the stall until my lips met the head of his penis. I heard him gasp as I took him inside of my mouth. I used my lips to gently peel his foreskin back and then dabbed my tongue over his exposed cock head. I swirled my tongue all around his head, dipping it into his foreskin now and then. Then I took his little boy penis all the way into my mouth. I sucked it really hard, flattening it between the roof of my mouth and my tongue. I felt it pulse on my tongue. He started panting like a dog as I began rhythmically sucking his penis in and out of my mouth. Slow at first but then picking up speed until my lips were slamming against his hairless mound over and over again. While I was sucking him, I pressed my thumb into his boy hole. This made him rock on it as he thrust his hips and fucked my mouth, simultaneously wanting his penis deeper in my mouth and my thumb deeper in his boy pussy. The boy panted and moaned, needing the pleasure I was providing him, needing an orgasm, needing to be used by a man. I felt his ass muscles clench on my thumb and his cock head twitch on my tongue. I had given this second grader a dry cum, right there in the mall restroom! I jerked off furiously when I pulled my thumb out of him with an audible pop. But then he held my wrist with his little hand to stop me. "Aren't you gonna fuck me?" he asked angelically. "I want you to fuck me, ok?" "Are you sure?" I asked. "I don't want to hurt you." "It feels good when it hurts!" my little sex monster said. "I brought some Vaseline!" The boy produced a small tube of petroleum jelly and squeezed out a dollop, which he then smeared on my hard cock. It felt so good having his little fingers apply the lube that I had to will myself not to cum right there and then. When my hard-on was fully lubed up by this elementary school boy whore, he turned around and backed his pert little ass right up against it. I shuddered as I felt my cock head push past his tight little sphincter. He clenched and released my cock with an expertise that many of the adult bottoms I'd been with could only hope to emulate. This little slut had skills! "Fuck me hard!" he panted. "Make it hurt to make it feel good!" Eager to please my pint sized lover, I started thrusting in and out, slamming all seven inches of my adult cock into this young boy. "Harder! Harder!" he hissed. "Give me the tingles in my butt!" I assumed he wanted me to stimulate his prostate so I adjusted the angle of my thrusts to rub his eager boy button. I knew I had hit my target when I saw his Bert and Ernie sneakers shaking. I grabbed his torso and fucked the hell out of him. "Oh god! Oh god yes!" he moaned. I felt his butt clamp my raging cock as another dry cum rocked his little body. That was enough to send me over the edge and I fired burst after burst of hot man spunk deep within the little whore. He groaned as my seed filled him up. He was already a little cum whore, getting off on being bred by sketchy men in public restrooms. When both of our orgasms had subsided, I pulled out of him, sperm and Vaseline dripping from his sore hole. "Did I make you feel good?" I asked. "Mmm-hmm!" he said, wiping off a glob of sex from Bert's face. When we were both cleaned up, we stepped out of our stalls at the same time. My tiny lover was only 45 inches tall and probably weighed 45 pounds too. He ran out the door giggling, his Minions backpack bouncing up and down. I never learned his name but I think of him as Kyler in my head. Maybe I'll see Kyler again one day! Please donate to Nifty and let me know if you enjoyed my story. Email: OmriWentz@pm.me