Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an225037@anon.penet.fi (Baloo)
Date: Sat, 22 Jul 1995 14:44:01 UTC
Subject: Stevie's Story - from Cub Scout Camp (Pedo, b/M)

           ********WARNING************

This is a paedophilic story about sexual love and contact between 
a man and boy(s).
If you are under the age of consent in your country, please do 
not read further.
If reading or possessing this is going to make you a criminal in 
your country, think hard before continuing.  I take no 
responsibility for any consequences to you.
If you are unable to distinguish fantasy from reality, and think 
this story might make you go out and behave in a criminal way in 
your country, do not read it.  You are responsible for your own 
actions, and if not, should not be allowed out without 
supervision.
If this type of story is not to your taste, and you are going to 
find it distressing and unpleasant, then why are you reading it?  
The posting should be clearly marked, and if not the warning is 
clear enough.  Go find something better to do with your time than 
wasting it on things you will not enjoy.
To the rest of you, I hope you enjoy this story.

       ******************************************

Many people have asked, after the Cub Scout Camp Story, for more 
background about some of the people. Well, only last week young 
Stevie turned up on my doorstep, along with a gentleman friend a 
few years younger than himself, and asked if he could stay a few 
days. Naturally I agreed, but asked if I could finally write the 
story of how he first realised how much he enjoyed the company of 
the well-endowed. Well folks, this is it, and though I hardly 
believe it myself, this is the story he swears is true.

     *********** Stevie's Story ***************

The little boy ran along the corridor towards the open front 
door, launching himself into a forward roll as he exited. As he 
came upright, he continued the move, slipping sideways into a 
cartwheel, enjoying the cool air brushing against his skin, the 
sun's rays caressing his limbs.

Unexpectedly, at the apex of his tumbling, he hit what seemed to 
be a brick wall in the usually empty path. He crashed in an 
untidy heap, arms and legs askew. The tall man he had hit was 
wearing a dark blue boiler suit, and was carrying a large tool 
bag in his hand, and he looked down, slightly surprised, but not 
at all winded, at the prone boy.

What lay at his feet was a lad of about six or seven, short fair 
hair framing an angelic looking face. The eyes that looked up at 
him were dark and deep, brown bordering on black, filled 
presently with a hurt wonderment at his sudden collision. The 
only truly unusual part was that the boy was as naked as the day 
he was born, and the man could not resist glancing down between 
the thin legs to see what secrets lay unhidden there. He looked 
with more care, thinking he had somehow mistaken the child's sex, 
but no, all the lad had was a tiny protuberance, balanced over 
his almost non-existent scrotum, in which his testicles were just 
visible.

'Stevie,' a woman's exasperated voice called from within the 
house, 'how many times have I told you to look where you are 
going!'

A thin, handsome woman appeared in the doorway, wiping a plate 
still wet from washing. The lad looked up at her in a sheepish 
manner, and started disentangling himself from the man's legs.

'I'm so sorry about that,' the lady continued, 'they are such a 
handful at that age.'
'No harm done, Mrs. Travis.' He reached down and lifted the boy 
to his feet, feeling the hot smooth skin under his hands.
'You must be Mr. Gordon, the plumber, thank you for coming so 
quickly,' Mrs. Travis turned her attention to her son, 'You had 
best slip some shorts on while our visitor is here.'
'Don't disturb the lad just on account of me, I'll just get on 
with the boiler, and he can carry on with his game.'

The lad looked up hopefully at his mother, who nodded her 
agreement. In a flash he was off across the grass, spinning and 
tumbling as he went, happy laughter filling the large garden.

'Right Mr. Gordon, you can get down to the boiler from the 
outside cellar entrance over there, if Stevie starts to bother 
you at all, give him a tap on the rear and send him out. He's 
always pestering people about what they are doing, and he can be 
a real nuisance.' She held her hands up in a gesture indicating 
exasperated tolerance, and returned into the house.

He made his way down into the cellar, finding an old but 
serviceable boiler standing in a corner. It was silent except for 
a constant dripping from within. Some time later, much of the 
boiler was spread across the floor, the leak into the firebox 
proving much more difficult to reach than he had at first 
imagined. He was far underneath the machine, hauling at a long 
rusted bolt with a large wrench, when a small piping voice asked 
'What'ch doing?'
There was a loud clang as his concentration wandered to the 
sound, and the wench slipped from the bolt head and his hand 
smashed against the underside of the metal monstrosity. He pulled 
himself from underneath it's bulk, sucking at his bruised and 
battered appendage, to find himself looking directly at the boy's 
groin. A small hand rested on the tiny genitals, stroking softly 
in the way of small boys.

'Did you hurt yourself?' 

Geoffory Gordon, or GG as his mates usually called him, looked 
reluctantly up at the boy's face, finding those beautiful eyes 
looking down at him in concern, the brow above lined with worried 
creases. Still trying to draw away the pain from his abused hand, 
he shook his head. The look of concern was immediately replace by 
a happy smile.

'That's alright then, I thought you had hurt yourself when I 
asked you what you were doing.' Stevie crouched down on his 
haunches beside GG, and peered into the gloom under the boiler.

'It's broken, isn't it.' stating, rather than asking, 'I had to 
wash in a bowl in the kitchen because the water was too cold to 
have a shower.'

GG swallowed as this beautiful child rocked back and forth on his 
heals, totally naked and unselfconscious beside him. All his life 
he had kept his feelings for boys hidden, except for once when he 
travelled down to Piccadilly Circus in London. There he had found 
a young looking teenager who had offered to come back to his 
hotel room and have sex, but once there had threatened to scream 
unless GG gave him all the money he had.

Looking at the smooth golden brown skin of this angel beside him, 
GG felt the involuntary rising of his organ, pressing hard inside 
his underwear. He swallowed again, before speaking.

'Yes lad, and I'm busy trying to fix it. You'd better run along 
before you get dirty.'

'Don't matter,' the child replied, dropping to his hands and 
knees, the better to see beneath the boiler, 'Mum'll just turn 
the hose in the garden on for me.'

The sight of the little bottom waving in the air almost caused an 
instant coronary in the plumber, the small cheeks were parted 
slightly giving a glimpse of a tiny puckered rose within. He 
reached a hand over to rest gently on the boy's back, for the 
dual purposes of preventing the lad hitting his head when he got 
up, and to feel again the satin warmth of his body. 

Stevie glanced round at the man as the hand rested between his 
shoulder blades, then returned to peering into the dark recesses 
in the fat corners of the boiler. The man had changed colour, and 
seemed to be sweating, but the lad shrugged it off as not 
unusual, after all the milkman had dropped a whole crate of milk 
the first time he had visited the house. Adults did do some daft 
things! The man's hands moved round to his sides, and he felt 
himself being pulled gently from underneath the overhanging 
metal. He liked the feel of the strong hands holding him, and 
felt a tingle between his legs as his little penis shivered to 
itself.

'Best you come out from there before you hurt yourself' GG 
muttered half to himself and half to the boy. The palms of the 
lads hands and along his knees were now streaked with the soot 
which was liberally sprinkled over the floor. Looking at him, he 
also realised there was a visible hand print on the childs back, 
and matching ones on either hip where GG had hauled him out. The 
thought of how he might explain the marks to the boy's mother lay 
beyond the reach of his labouring brain, so he asked the question 
that had been on his mind since arriving at the house.

'Do you always go around without clothes?'

'Yes,' the lad replied, as if he was often asked, which was the 
case, 'Except when we go out, or I go to school. Mum says it 
saves on washing, and that it's good for me to be in the sun. 
Look, I'm brown all over!'

He lifted his arms skywards, and twirled slowly on the spot, 
proudly showing off his perfect tan. As he faced the man again, 
he dropped a hand to his penis, pinching and fingering the short 
protuberance, trying to bring back the tingling feeling. He 
looked curiously towards the man's groin, and as he has 
suspected, there was a growing lump where his penis was. Like the 
milkman, lots of the men who came to the house had the same sort 
of lump, and Stevie guessed that it was something to do with the 
tingling feeling. He saw the direction of the man's gaze was at 
his own little penis, and a thought came into his head.

'Do you want to touch my penis?' he asked, careful to pronounce 
the word correctly. His mother had shown him a book with pictures 
of boys and girls and men and women, all with the right names for 
the bits of their bodies. He was quite proud that he knew all the 
right words, while other kids in his class were calling it a pee-
pee, or 'my thingy'. His Mum had also told him what the bits were 
for, but the idea of doing anything like that with a girl was 
gross. She had also told him he should never do anything he 
didn't want to with his penis, and he must tell her if anyone 
made him. But the idea of the man holding him made him tingle all 
over, especially between the legs!

Hesitantly, GG reached forward to caress the boy's minute 
genitals. Beneath his touch they felt like delicate jewels, the 
ruby of his little glans, and the oyster covered pearls of 
testicles pulled hard against the young body. He pulled the boy 
unresisting to him, groin close to his face where he could 
examine the lad more carefully. The lad's penis was virtually all 
head, with no real length of shaft before it joined his body, 
unlike anything GG had seen in rare photographs, or the one film 
he had seen in the distant past. He brushed his fingers over the 
boy in a dream, savouring every moment of this incredible 
experience. Stevie opened his knees wide and arched his back, 
thrusting himself towards the hand that was making him feel more 
wonderful than ever before in his short life. As the man's thumb 
rubbed against his penis, and his index and middle fingers pushed 
the small lumps of his testicles, the other two fingers slipped 
under the boy, till one brushed against the small anus. Stevie 
jumped slightly and gasped, it was as if the touch had shot a 
bolt of electricity from his bottom to the top of his head, not 
painful, but exhilarating. The man had pulled his hand away when 
the boy jumped, but the lad grabbed his hand and pushed it back 
to where it was. GG realised the lad had enjoyed the accidental 
touch, so now move his other hand behind the lad to the soft 
buttocks, and massaged them gently, slowly moving his fingers to 
the target zone. As he ran his finger round the rim of the boy's 
anus, the lad pushed back his bottom, trying to get more contact.

'Do you want me to put a finger inside you?' he tentertivly 
asked.

'Yes, please!' Stevie gasped out.

'If it hurts, you let me know.' GG responded, before spreading 
grease from his tool bag liberally over his fingers. He 
remembered the scene from that film long ago, when one of the 
people had put several fingers into the bottom of one of the 
others, and made sure to lubricate the soft valley leading to the 
boy's anus, before pushing gently with the tip of his finger. To 
his surprise, although the sphincter pressed firmly round his 
digit, there was no real resistance to his probing. He could feel 
the strong muscle grip at his knuckle, and the soft warmth of the 
young intestine beyond.

The lad let out a sigh as the man started to probe his insides, 
the lump of his second finger joint a constant pleasure as it 
slipped in and out of his bottom. He ground his genitals against 
the man's chin, now close together, and his pleasure mounted as 
he felt the rough surface of the man's tounge run over his most 
intimate places, sandpapery shaven cheeks nuzzling between his 
young thighs.

GG closed his lips gently round the head of Stevie's penis, 
trying to draw more of the boy into his mouth. Though the little 
organ now pulsed hot, it had remained as before, with virtually 
no shaft. By stretching the tip of his tounge to it's limits, he 
found he could just slide it into the tiny gap between the boy's 
belly and his glans, eliciting the most intensely erotic groaning 
from the small chap. Pulling his index finger from the boy, he 
half crossed his two main digits, and making them as one, thrust 
again at the waiting pucker. As easily as before, they slid into 
the lad, his sphincter opening to the unaccustomed width with 
ease. GG found he could now push his fingers apart in any 
direction, and the boy just wiggled and squirmed in extacsy, 
until, with unexpected suddenness, he gasped, and collapsed 
limply into the man's arms.

He held the boy, panicking that he had gone into some kind of 
fit. The lad lay there, eyes glazed over in a dreamy haze, 
expression like a well fed and contented puppy resting on his 
face. Slowly, he regained some semblance of awareness, looked up 
into GG's eyes, and smiled broadly.

'That was triffic, can we do it again, Mr. Gordon?'

'My friends call me GG, I think we count as friends, don't you?'

'Yer,' Stevie agreed, snuggling up to e large companion, 'but 
only if we can do it some more!'

He could feel the hard lump in GG's boiler suit pressing against 
his bottom, and a mischievous grin lit up his face. He reached 
under himself to rub the long rod that he now knew was the man's 
penis. GG looked startled as the small boy started to take the 
initiative, fingers clawing at the rough material protecting his 
groin.  Lying back he undid the buttons down the front of his 
coverall, exposing his hairy chest and lower down, his 
underpants. The boy's quick hands reached in to them, and 
released the now rampant adult cock to the light of day. Small 
fingers played eagerly along it's length, astonished at the size 
of it.

'Gosh, it's big! Will mine get this big?'

'When you get older, but not for a long time yet.' GG explained 
'Anyhow, I'm not that big, just about average.'

Stevie examined his trophy more closely, sniffing at it, then 
lapping along it with his tiny tounge. GG groaned at the tender 
touches, then almost came as the lad swallowed the head of his 
organ into his hot little mouth. He looked down at the bobbing 
head, occasionally feeling Stevie's sharp young teeth catch on 
the edge of the large glans. Although the child seemed desperate 
to swallow as much of the man's penis as he could, he found there 
was still room to wrap both his hands round the exposed shaft, 
which he gripped like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly the lad sat 
back on his heels, grip still tight, strands of precome 
stretching from his mouth to the now moist cock.

'You put this inside a girl to make babies, don't you.' The 
catamite stated, 'but men who like other men put it up each 
others bottoms.'

He looked at GG directly in the eye before continuing.

'Mine's too little to put in you, but you can put yours in me if 
you like.'

The thought that any boy might ever offer to do that was far 
beyond GG's wildest dreams, in fact the whole episode was far in 
excess of anything he had ever imagined, but this was such a 
little boy, yet so wonderful.

'How old are you anyhow?' he asked, delaying to bring him self 
back to reality.

'Seven, well, almost.'

'Do you do this with anyone else?'

'No, but I've wanted to, and your fingers in my bottom were 
great, so your penis should be even better!'

'It might hurt you.'

'Can stop if it does, please say yes.' the lad started a 
wheedling sound in his voice, knocking down GG's feeble defences. 
After all, as long as the kid was willing, he might as well get 
hung for a sheep as a lamb.

'OK, but let's use some of that grease on me first.'

The lad eagerly reached into the tin of thick lubricant, and 
began to plaster it all over the solid rod before him. As soon as 
he had finished, he swung a leg over the now prone man, and 
facing him, lowered himself downwards. GG placed a hand on the 
boy's hips to steady him, and gasped as the boy's bottom first 
touched the swollen head of his prick. Stevie wiggled his bottom, 
til he felt the tip of the man's organ press against his hole, 
then pushed down steadily. It was quite hard work to get the 
first bit inside him, not painful, but difficult, and at one 
point he almost took his feet off the ground to get all his small 
weight pushing down, but once he started, he felt himself slip 
gently down the thick shaft. His tummy began to feel full as more 
of the man went inside him, then he heard his stomach rumble a 
bit, and he let out a loud, long burp. To his surprise, as the 
air escaped from inside him, he slid further down the man's penis 
til he was sitting completely on him, the hair all around the 
adult's bits tickling at his bum hole. He looked at GG, but the 
man had his eyes closed, and a big smile on his face. 

Stevie twisted his hips, and a wave of pleasure swept up his 
body. He started to grind at the man's groin, sliding up and down 
on the impaling shaft, wiggling in all directions as he did so. 
The man moved his own hips, adding unexpected and ever more 
wonderful feelings to Stevie. He could feel the same kind of 
explosion of feelings he had experienced as GG sucked at him 
earlier, but this time it was getting bigger, building up to a 
height he had never thought possible. The tingling in his little 
penis and testicles had reached a point where he thought they 
were going to explode, and he started to sing at the top of his 
voice!

The sound of the boy's high, clear voice as he bounced up and 
down was the final straw for GG, and he came what felt like 
gallons inside the boy's bottom. Yet the lad continued his 
movements, increasing the rapidity of his jerking, until, 
finally, as GG's cock began to soften, he collapsed once more, 
having reached his own personal Nervana.

    *************  The End *************


Thank you for reading this far.  I hope you have enjoyed the 
story, and if you have any comments, please send them on.  
Constructive critisim is always welcome.  Flames, well, if you 
have got this far and still want to flame me, go ahead, I'll 
ignore them anyhow, so you will have wasted yet more of your 
time.

Baloo.