Date: Fri, 20 Feb 1998 20:52:10 GMT0BST From: The Platypus Subject: Steve & the Birthday Cake Disclaimer: This story is just that, a work of fiction. It does not relate to any real event or person, no matter how much we may wish it to. It is about an intimate encounter between a man and a minor boy. If this is not you're thing, leave now. It may not be legal for you to read this, owing to your age or local laws. If so, stop reading now. Okay, those of you who've made it past that bit. This is my first attempt at writing like this, but I think the result isn't too bad. I'd appreciate any positive feedback, constructive criticism, or suggestions as to where to take it from here. Flames are just a waste of fossil fuels, so please don't send 'em to me! Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Steve & the Birthday Cake By: The Platypus It was lunchtime, and I'd been working all morning and much of the previous night on an assignment for college that had to be submitted in, I checked my watch, quarter of an hour. Bugger. If I didn't hurry, I was going to be late. As I got in the car, I could just see Steve, one of the kids who lived nearby standing on the corner. Normally I would have taken a bit more notice of him, but I was I a rush. I started to pull out of the drive, when there was a crunch noise and as I slammed on my brakes, a young voice yelled in pain. Surely, I couldn't have hit someone; there had been no one in front of me. Damn, if all the times for this to happen. I quickly got out if the car to see what I'd done. Steve was running toward me yelling "Oh god! Look what you've bloody done!" I looked at the front of my car, half expecting to see a mass of tangled flesh, and there under my front wheel was a twisted heap of plastic and metal. "Oh shit, dad's gonna kill me!" said Steve, now standing beside me, some sort of black box hanging from his neck. Then I realised what had happened. I'd just run over his radio-controlled car! "Look kid, I'm really sorry, but I'm in kind of a rush right now. Boy did I feel bad as he stood there close to tears. I'll be back in a couple of hours, why don't you come and see me then, and we'll talk about it. What's your name by the way?" I said. Things got worse for me. "I'm Steve, erm, Stephen Lindley. Dad only gave it to me for my birthday yesterday" he said. "Look Steve, I promise I'll help you pay for repairs, but I've really got to go now. Come and see me around five o'clock with your dad, and I'll explain things to him." Steve brightened a bit at that. "Do you promise?" he asked as I got back into my car. "I'll see you and your dad at about five, I promise" I called as I started up the road. I got away with being a little late, when I explained about the accident, but from then on it slipped out of my mind as I was busy with other things. I staggered into my house at half past five feeling really knackered, and flipped on the TV. I'd just decided that it was too much hassle to do anything other than collapse for an hour when the doorbell rang. Damn, I'd forgotten Steve and his dad were coming round. I answered the door and was surprised to see only Steve standing there. His eyes looked red, as though he'd been crying. He was quite wet from the rain, though it wasn't falling that hard at the moment. I told him to come in, and took his coat from him. He stood in the hall dripping on the floor as he took off his mud caked trainers, while I hung his coat over a radiator and got him a towel. "So how come you're so wet and muddy?" I asked as we went into the kitchen. While I started to fix us a drink, he explained that his dad had been really mad with him for busting his new car, and said it served him right if he broke it. Steve said he'd tried to explain that I'd offered to help, but his dad told him to "make himself scarce for the afternoon", and so he'd just wandered around until he saw I was in, then to come and apologise to me for the trouble he'd caused. He was close to tears again as he told me this, and I didn't know what to do. I led him through to the living room and we sat for a bit with the TV playing. I sat opposite him, and just looked at him, while he watched TV and calmed down a bit. I wanted to hug him or something to comfort him, but didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. He looked to be about eleven, with short, light brown hair, and blue eyes that were brightened by the tears there. His face was fairly round, with a smattering of freckles, across his cheekbones; he seemed to be like almost any other eleven-year-old. "Happy birthday, by the way!" I said. A smile lit up his face, his eyes sparkled, and two dimples formed in his cheeks. I amended my description - a very cute eleven- year-old. "How old were you?" "Thanks, I'm twelve" he said proudly. Okay, he was a very cute twelve-year-old. At this point my stomach announced loudly that it wanted some attention, and I realised I'd only eaten a sandwich all day. Then I realised Steve probably hadn't eaten recently either. "How do you fancy some pizza? Call it a late birthday present. You can pick it." "Really? Cool! Dad hardly ever buys pizza, he says its expensive junk." When I had ordered, I thought maybe Steve's dad would be wondering where he was, and told Steve that he should ring and tell him where he was. Steve rang home but got no answer. He said his dad had probably gone out for the night, and wouldn't be back until late. He often did this, sometimes Steve said he would stay at a friends, but mostly he'd just watch TV on his own then go to bed. We played on my game console, and talked about all sorts of stuff as we waited for the pizza. He told me his mum had left when he was really young, and they had never heard from her since. He seemed a really bright, fun kid, and I thought it was a shame that his dad didn't seem to take much notice of him. I flipped the TV back on when the pizza arrived, but there wasn't much on. I asked Steve if he wanted to watch a movie. While he picked a film I got a bottle of coke, and put the chocolate fudge cake I'd ordered in the fridge as a surprise for later. "This one looks cool!" he said, holding up his choice. 'The Ghost and the Darkness'. "Well, it's a bit scary, it's about man eating lions." I said. "Great" he said. I put the pizza on a table between us, and settled on the couch while Steve started the video. The next thing I knew, Steve hopped up on the couch beside me. I could hardly believe it. He must have noticed my slightly odd expression as he reached for a slice of pizza. "Err, it is alright for me to sit here isn't it Ross? I mean, you don't mind?" he asked. "Sure" I managed to croak out. Of course it was all right. It was great. He was great. He leant against me as we ate and watched. As we got to the first lion attack he really jumped and nearly choked on a mouthful of pizza. When he recovered, I rewound the bits he had missed, and he kept leaning closer to me every time we got to a scary bit. After a bit, I was starting to get uncomfortable with him leaning on my arm, and I tried to move it a bit. He grabbed my arm and draped it over his shoulders. "Is that better?" he asked as he snuggled up against me again. "Sure, as long as your comfortable" I said. I couldn't believe it. I was in heaven. His warm body burned against my side, and it was all I could to stop myself reaching down and kissing him there and then. During the next lion attack, he jumped again, just as I was taking a drink. The coke went all down my shirt. "Oh shit, man, sorry!" he said as he collapsed into fits of giggles. "What's so funny?" I asked, "look what you did!" I exclaimed while trying to stifle my own laughter. "You rat!" I shouted, and with that, I grabbed him and started tickling his chest. After a few minutes of writhing around, he was breathless with laughter and begged me to stop. I kept going for another minute or so, then let him recover. I'd gotten hard while we struggled, and hoped he hadn't noticed when it rubbed against him. I got up, and went to get the cake while he recovered on the couch. He was still lying there when I came back, and I stood and stared at him for a minute or so before he noticed me. He really was adorable to look at. "Sorry, but I haven't got any candles," I said as I put the cake on the table. "Oh, Ross, is that for me? Cool! I mean thanks!" He exclaimed, as he gave me a huge hug. It took most of my self-control not to explode there and then as his beautiful, hot body pressed against mine. I was on such a high, I wondered if I was just dreaming this wonderful time. "You're welcome kiddo!" I replied as I mussed his hair. "You're welcome!" I cut us both a large piece of cake, Steve snuggled against me, and we settled down to watch the rest of the movie. I was halfway through another class of coke, when he leaned close to me and shouted in my ear "careful, don't spill it again!" With that, he collapsed into fits of giggles again. He was trapped under my arm though, and I started to tickle him again. His T-shirt worked loose, and I was able to slip my hand under it, and tickled him ruthlessly. As he struggled and wriggled around, trying to get away from me, his feet kicking, he suddenly froze and yelled "Argh, yuk!" I looked down, and dissolved into laughter as I realised that he'd just put his right foot into what was left of the chocolate fudge cake on the table! "It's not funny!" he yelled between giggles. I couldn't reply, as I doubled up in fits of laughter. Next thing I knew, he shoved his chocolate covered sock in my face. "Look what you made me do!" As I sat there, a hint of his boysmell wafting into my nostrils, I had an idea. "Well, we can't waste it" I said, and quickly slipped his sock off. He looked kind of startled, and I pounced on his chest. "Go on," I said, smiling, as I shoved the sock under his nose, "can't let it go to waste!" He was silent for a few moments. "That's gross!" he said, still grinning at me. "You decided to try a new way of eating" I said, and brushed a little of the fudge onto his lips. "No way!" he said, and tried to force me off him. I grinned back at him, and let him sit up. "Okay" I said, still holding his sock, "lets settle down, and watch the rest of the film." As he sat up I quickly turned the sock inside out, grabbed his bare foot, and slipped the sock back into place. "That's disgusting!" he yelled as he writhed around again, and tugged the sock off. He jumped at my chest, I fell back onto the couch, and he thrust his naked, chocolate-smeared foot in my face. Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed his ankle, and began to clean the smooth, tender sole of his foot with my tongue. "It doesn't taste that bad to me!" I said. He just sat there, stunned. That didn't last for long though, and as I continued to lick at his toes, he started to giggle again. I heaved a mental sigh of relief, I had been afraid he'd panic and want to leave. Instead he writhed on my chest, and begged me to stop tickling him between bursts of laughter. It seemed his feet were his most ticklish part. His wriggling was the last straw for me though, and as he moved on my chest, I exploded in my underwear. I just sat there as warm cum jetted into my briefs. I must have looked odd; cause he suddenly looked worried, and asked if I was okay. As I descended in the afterglow of one of my strongest orgasms ever, panted and told him I was fine. Now I was really worried. Would he realise what had happened? What would he do if he did? What would I do if he did? He hurriedly got off my chest, and scooted to the other end of the couch. Damn, I'd blown it. I just had to pray he wouldn't tell anyone. I decided I'd better clean up, so headed off to the bathroom. I thought that way, he could leave if he wanted to. I heard him walking about, and a little later heard him put the phone down. When I came downstairs again, I expected to find him ready to leave. I was surprised, but very pleased to see that he was still sat on the couch, though he looked worried. We both started to talk at the same time, and nether of us really noticed what the other was saying at first. "Oh Ross! I'm really sorry man, I didn't mean to hurt you or something. Maybe I'd better go!" "Steve, I'm really, really, sorry! I shouldn't have done that. If made you feel uncomfortable or anything then I'll understand if you want to leave. It's okay, really. I'm sorry...." Wait a minute. He was apologising to me? I needed to tell him things were okay. He just sat there looking really worried. "Look Steve, you didn't hurt me or anything, I'm fine, but I don't want to make you feel bad, so if you'd rather leave, I'll understand." "You're sure Ross? I mean really. I thought I'd hurt you or something. I felt this warm rush, and I thought you were bleeding." Now what the hell did I do? "Is it really okay to stay? My dad isn't back yet, I checked." That explained the phone call. "Sure you can stay, if you want to." With that he picked up the remote and flipped the TV channels. I sat back down, and he moved to snuggle up to me again, then stopped. I hesitated, then put my arm round him gently. He leant against me again. My heart missed a beat, then started going like a train. Maybe I'd better explain what happened. "Steve, about what happened earlier." He panicked "I did hurt you didn't I. You were just trying to make me feel better." His blue eyes shone, and he seemed close to tears again. "Dad's right, I am careless, stupid and ungrateful. You've been really nice to me, and I've messed it up. I always mess up." With that the tears started. I put my arms round him, and just held him. "Listen to me. You are not stupid, you are not careless, and you did not hurt me. I am fine. I wouldn't lie to you. You have not hurt me. I really like you okay. Everything's alright." "Really? You're not just saying that?" "Really, I promise!" His tears subsided, and after a few minutes, he calmed down. "Look, Steve if you want to, you are welcome to come round any time I'm in and your dad has gone out." "Really? Cool, thanks Ross!" With that, he flung his arms round my neck and hugged me again, and it seemed like everything was all right again. We had been sitting watching TV for a while, when he suddenly looked up at me and grinned "We've still not finished the cake! Would it be okay for me to have another slice?" "Sure, just be careful with it!" He giggled. When he had finished eating, he put the plate down on the floor, and leant close to me again, his legs drawn up on the couch. "Ross, where's the bathroom? I have to take a pee!" he said a couple of minutes later. "Top of the stairs, turn left" With that, he stood up and gasped, looked down, then tried hard to stifle a giggle. "Oops!" He sat back on the couch, then lay down saying "Ross, would you like some more cake?" before he burst out laughing again. As he lifted his right foot to me, I couldn't believe it. He'd done it again! Then I saw the grin in his eyes, and realised this time he'd done it on purpose! He must have slipped his other sock off as he sat down, for he now lifted his naked left foot so I was presented with a pair of chocolate smeared feet. He had a mischievous, but slightly worried look on his face as he lay back on the couch, as though he were afraid I'd be angry. How could I be angry about such a tasty offer? I took his ankles in my hands, held his feet together, and slowly began to work my tongue around the heel of his right foot. I licked my way up his right foot, across the base of his toes, then down to the other heel. I moved up to his instep, and ran my tongue between his arches almost like I was fucking them. All the time he wriggled, giggled, and groaned in pleasure. I returned my attentions to his toes, licking between them, and engulfing his big toes every once in a while. After maybe five minutes, he started to groan louder, and began to pant. His body jerked a little, and his toes curled into my face "Ooh, God Ross!" he moaned, then lay still panting hard. I realised he'd just had what was probably his first orgasm ever. "That was, wow, oh god!" he stammered. I was watching him float back down to earth, when there was a knock at the door. I couldn't think who that could be, until Steve spoke. "That'll be dad! I'd better go." "I'll answer the door, you get yourself sorted!" I opened the front door. "Yes?" "Is Stephen here?" (Another charm school reject I thought!) At that point Steve appeared and started to put his trainers on. I could see he was trying hard not to giggle as he stood there, both his socks back on now. "Oh, there you are! I hope you haven't bloody well been bothering Mr..." "I'm Ross Savill, Mr Lindley, and Stephen's been no bother. I'll just get his coat." As I fetched his coat, I heard Stephen's dad muttering angrily. "Well, here we go Stephen!" I said as I returned to the doorway "I'll see you around Stephen!" He turned grinned and winked at me as he walked off with his dad. To be continued...?