Date: Wed, 13 Jan 2021 13:28:04 +0000
From: Fractal1011@protonmail.com
Subject: Snowboy - Instalment #1 (gay/adult-youth)

Hi everyone! This marks my first submission to Nifty (and hopefully not
my last, I have quite a backlog of things to add here) - it's a oneshot
story I wrote for a themed challenge on another site, about a boy who
finds himself locked out in the snow. Any feedback is greatly welcomed.

Of course, the usual disclaimers apply: this is all just fantasy, don't
harm real kids, and if reading this is illegal where you live or you find
descriptions of sex between men and boys objectionable, then it's
probably best you leave.

Without further ado, please enjoy this story!

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It was an easy life for Nathan, living out in the countryside. The fields
rolled off into the distance for what seemed like miles, his little
cottage among a couple of others tiny specks in the vast sea of farmland
that surrounded it. He was lucky to live here, able to indulge his desire
for a life away from all the hustle and bustle due to the success of his
previous business ventures, and he thanked his lucky stars when one
December morning he opened his curtains to see nothing but white.

It wasn't often it snowed this heavily. The once-luscious greenery had
been buried in snow, almost blinding to look at as the sun reflected off
the ground, a trail of footsteps marring the otherwise perfect sheet that
had formed overnight. Nathan thought about who on Earth would be out in
this weather; he knew himself he'd much rather be cooped up in front of
his fireplace, sipping tea and listening to the radio. Glancing out of
the window, he soon got his answer.

The man let out a brilliant smile at the sight before him. Three young
lads, dressed from head to toe in winter wear (almost definitely due to
the admonishment of their parents), having the time of their lives. It
reminded Nathan of his own boyhood, when it snowed practically all winter
and he'd spend countless hours engaged in fervent snowball fights with
his buddies, sleighing and building snowmen until the sun went down. They
couldn't have been any older than ten years old, their slim figures
bounding through the fields, the faint sounds of their giggling and
shouting like music to the man's ears. Nathan tried not to let it
distract him as he prepared breakfast for the morning. His thoughts were
already beginning to wander into forbidden territory, but he pressed on
with his day anyway, trying not to think too much of what was going on
outside.

He'd almost managed to completely forget the events of that morning as he
settled in for supper, the aroma of his delectable bowl of tomato soup
filling the room as he sought to keep himself warm, when he heard a
gentle rap on his front door. Nathan's hair stood on end. It was
extremely unusual for anybody to knock on his door unsolicited at the
best of times, let alone after dark in the dead of winter, and he briefly
considered fetching his rifle. Instead, perhaps stupidly, he let his
curiosity get the better of him, swinging the front door open and
answering in his dressing gown.

"H- hello, mister..." he shivered, his teeth chattering as the bitter air
enveloped him. "S- s- sorry to bother you, b- but... I lost my keys
and... m- my dad is working tonight, a- and-..."

Shit! It was one of the boys from this morning! Nathan felt an almost
fatherly instinct as he looked over the little lad standing before him,
his once-clean winter clothes dripping with icy water and covered in mud
from his earlier play. Tears streamed from his eyes, his face a crimson
red from the wind which had surely battered it all evening. He could
hardly believe what was happening; there was no way he'd even have
considered trying to engage with any of the boys while they were playing
in the snow, but in Nathan's eyes this boy was practically handing
himself over on a silver platter. In a split-second decision, he cut the
boy off.

"Come in, mate, get yourself warm. Shhhh, don't worry, it's okay..."
Nathan whispered soothingly, gently grasping the boy by his forearm and
pulling him inside. The door closed behind them with a reassuring clunk,
and Nathan realised he had to warm the boy up fast, lest something nasty
happen to him. "Go and sit in front of the fire. I'll bring you some
towels and blankets, mkay?" he instructed, rummaging through his airing
cupboard to find him something warm. Kneeling in front of the fireplace,
the still fully-clothed boy continued to tremble, the snow-sodden clothes
resisting his attempts to warm himself up.

"What's your name, buddy?" Nathan asked, taking a breath as the nerves
began to take over. The boy looked back at him to answer, having calmed
down a bit from the safe haven he'd found himself in. "Tyler..." he
replied, trailing off a bit, forgetting the basic etiquette of asking
back. Nathan felt a lurch in his underpants as he admired Tyler sitting
there in front of him. He really was as cute as anything. His bright blue
eyes were mesmerising, lit up under the warm glow of the fireplace, and
his rosy cheeks and unkempt, long hair had to be seen to be believed.

"I'm c- c- cold..." he whimpered, practically staring the blankets in
Nathan's lap down. This snapped Nathan out of his reverie, realising he
still had to take care of Tyler, and he invited him onto the sofa. "But
first," he requested, "you're gonna have to take your clothes off.
They're only going to keep you cold, plus you're going to get the settee
filthy," he further explained. Tyler was visibly taken aback by what the
man was asking, blushing a crimson red and looking down slightly. Nathan
couldn't decide whether he'd asked that to try and warm Tyler up, or
because he desperately wanted to see what his winter wear was covering
up.

"B- but then I'll be naked!" he exclaimed, visibly embarrassed at the
idea of showing his body off to a complete stranger. Tyler didn't seem to
understand that the near-frozen clothing was only making him feel worse,
so Nathan set about demonstrating, hoping to gradually work him towards
showing off his surely delicious little boy body. "Alright then, take
your socks off. I bet your feet are freezing..." Nathan asked; Tyler
clearly didn't mind, losing his shoes and socks in a heartbeat, walking
back towards the fire to relish in its warmth. "Yeah, that _is_ warm..."

Nathan leaned forward from the sofa to move what little clothing Tyler
had already removed out of the way. He smiled as he set his plan in
motion, convincing the little boy to remove more and more of his clothes.
The next piece of clothing to go was his snow hat, revealing his
wonderful mop of dirty-blonde hair, still slightly damp from the
elements. After that, he tossed his hoodie into the growing pile of
clothes, showing off his slender figure, his drenched T-shirt leaving
nothing to the imagination as it clung to him. Tyler's nipples poked
through it obscenely, rock hard from the cold which had battered them,
and his arms were covered in goosebumps from the cold that pervaded him.
Tyler rubbed them vigorously in a futile attempt to try and warm himself
up.

Now things were starting to get serious. He'd already stripped down to
his T-shirt and joggers, which were covered in wet patches and mud from
his previous adventuring, yet he was still shivering cold, standing in
the middle of the room futilely trying to bask in the heat. "Now take off
your trousers..." asked Nathan. Tyler blushed visibly, squeaking out a
nervous "okay" as he hooked his hands around the waistband. Nathan's jaw
hit the floor as he revealed his smooth, slender legs, tanned to
perfection, and his plump, delicious boy butt, covered only by a pair of
blue cotton briefs which clung to him with determination, framing his
most intimate regions immaculately.

Tyler once again stood in front of the fire innocuously, totally unaware
of the effect he was having on Nathan, who tossed a towel towards him. It
was all he could do to stop himself from ogling all night, and he
gestured towards the hallway as Tyler looked towards him. "Go and take a
shower, it'll warm you up. It's the first door on the left. I'll put your
clothes in the wash while you're in there, so leave your pants and shirt
outside," Nathan instructed; Tyler scampered off carelessly towards the
shower, allowing Nathan one last look at the boy from behind.

All kinds of thoughts raced through Nathan's mind as he gathered up the
boy's clothes, chucking them into the washing machine and setting the
cycle with haste. It occurred to him as he was doing this that he had
nothing else for Tyler to wear - he was the only person in the house, and
he definitely didn't have anything from his own childhood he could lend
out for the evening. He was definitely OK with the idea of a gorgeous,
naked boy roaming around his house, though, and sat on the sofa
peacefully, waiting for his charge to emerge from the bathroom.

And emerge he did, in nothing but a towel, leaving his bare tummy and
chest in full view. In Nathan's eyes, it was like having a boy god
standing in front of him, his wonderfully slender, golden-tan figure
stealing his attention like nothing before. Tyler's pert nipples and
smooth tummy stood out in particular, still damp from his shower, longing
to be traced by a set of loving fingertips. Nathan's chest grew tighter
just from looking at the boy. He let out an almost indiscernible gasp,
channelling every fibre of his being to not reach out and touch him there
and then.

Instead, Nathan extended his earlier invite. "Why don't you come and sit
with me under the blanket?" he asked, no longer caring about getting the
sofa wet. Tyler's cheeks turned red at the suggestion. "B- but I'm still
naked..." he squeaked, his head drifting towards the ground in
embarrassment, his face burning.

"Well, where else are you going to sit?" Nathan retorted. It was a fair
point. The sofa was basically the only seat in the living room, and
sitting in front of the fire almost stark naked was hardly going to be
comfortable against the carpet. Conceding silently, Tyler scooted in
beside Nathan, trying to make the most of the tiny blanket he was forced
to share. Nathan had already warmed it up a fair bit, and his radiant
body heat coursed through Tyler as he wrapped himself up only millimetres
away. The man fidgeted slightly, starting to feel a growing discomfort in
his undies as he daydreamed.

Almost immediately, he was snapped out of his fantasy world. "Have you
got a telly?" the boy asked politely. "I wanna watch Ben 10. It's about a
boy with a watch, an' he transforms into aliens and fights bad people and
stuff!" His enthusiasm caused Nathan to crack a smile, and he rifled
through his Sky box, eventually finding the show he was looking for. The
cartoonishly bright animation lit up the room, practically hypnotising
the boy as he stared intently at the TV, his attention devoted to what
was happening on screen as he began to lean into Nathan slightly.

Nathan made a snap decision that surprised even him by how bold it was.
As if possessed by the gods of boy-love, he worked his hand slowly
towards Tyler, tracing it up his towel-covered leg, applying the most
gentle pressure to make his presence known. Before he knew it, he was
edging dangerously close to the boy's nether regions, and Tyler's thigh
twitched in response to the contact. Finally, in one fell swoop, his hand
was cupping the boy's crown jewels.

"W- why are you touching my willy?" the boy whimpered. Nathan felt it
twitch and grow in his hand, uncut and about average for a nine-year-old,
and before he knew it Tyler's little soldier was standing at full
attention. "It feels all funny..."

"Shhh, it's alright Tyler. What I'm about to do to you might feel a bit
strange at first, but just stick with me and I promise you'll enjoy it."

"Okay..." he warbled, a hint of fear in his voice. That didn't stop
Nathan from tracing his finger down the boy's length, causing him to let
out a gasp. "That tiiiickles!" he giggled, doubling over slightly from
the sensations emanating from his little cocklet.

Nathan responded by holding him in place, now sitting cross-legged on the
sofa and casting the blanket aside as he molested the boy beneath his
towel. He held Tyler's sensitive dickhead between his thumb and index
finger, and slowly eased it up and down, moving his foreskin back and
forth. Tyler looked down at what the man was doing to him, and let out a
litany of gasps as hitherto unknown pleasures swept through his body.

"Th- ahhh, this feels really weird! But like, good weird..." he
explained, beginning to pant, his belly moving up and down as his
breathing grew deeper and deeper. Nature began to take over, and he
lifted his bum off the sofa slightly, pushing himself into Nathan's hand
as he continued to wank him off, gradually moving faster and faster as he
realised Tyler was getting into it.

By now, Nathan was gripping Tyler's little dick almost with his entire
hand, save for his pinky, as it flew up and down its length. The boy's
orchestra of lust-filled groans filled the room, as did the sound of
Nathan's hand slapping against his hairless crotch as he drove the boy to
the ultimate finish, feeling his willy tensing up as he pushed his hips
up further and further.

"Stop! Ah- ah'm gonna- gonna wee myself!" he shouted, beginning to squirm
in place; Nathan thanked his lucky stars he lived in practically the
middle of nowhere. "Shhhh, let it happen buddy, you're not gonna do
that..." Nathan cooed, hoping to reassure Tyler. The boy set his hands
aside once again, lowering himself back onto the sofa and letting the
pleasure overtake him.

"Oooh, oooh, ooooooooooo!" he groaned, throwing his head back as his very
first orgasm ripped through his little frame. His dick spasmed almost
endlessly in Nathan's hand; there was no release, given his age, but that
didn't matter one bit as electricity shot through every nerve in his
body, causing him to tingle all over with perhaps the most intense
pleasure he'd yet experienced.

Tyler breathed deeply on the sofa as he came down from his very first
orgasm, his eyes struggling to stay open, exhausted by the enormity of
his climax. "Woah, that was... was..." he panted, the words to describe
what he'd just felt utterly failing him. As Nathan withdrew his hand from
the boy's crotch, Tyler began to drift off, completely shattered from the
day's events, resting his weary head on Nathan's arm.