Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 09:55:44 +1100
From: evilstewie@hushmail.com
Subject: The Swimming Pool, The Boy and Me pt 5

The disclaimer!!!

These writings are a work of fiction, the adult and boy exist only in the
imagination of the author.  Consensual, sexual acts between an adult and a
minor do occur and, therefore, if it is against the law of your country
don't precede any further.  Of course, if you like a bit of titillation
then....read on.

It was Saturday and I was busting: busting to see Steve and busting for
Leigh to lay off the guilt trip he was giving me about me agreeing to help
at work with an urgent "mail out" that had to be done.  The mail out was a
lie, of course, and my lie cover for both seeing Steve and forcing Leigh
not to take the day off so we could go to the country for the weekend.
Leigh was pissed....i could live with that because I had got what I wanted.

  Even though I'd seen Steve twice already, I still felt a ridiculous need
to make a good impression on him, so I showered and put on my "lucky"
underwear.  My lucky underwear in question being the speedos I'd worn when
Steve and I first met.  I admired the hard line my erect cock made through
the fabric as I wore them.  I chose not to wear aftershave or deodorant - I
didn't want my scent to rub off onto Steve and for his parents to cotton
on.

  I had arranged to meet Steve at noon; 15mins after his swim class
finished.  I told him I'd meet him at the beginning of the back alley of
his house, but unbeknownst to him, I followed him from the pool to the
alley so that I knew no one was with him or on the look out for me.  To my
luck, no one was with him, and as he approached the alley, I sidled up to
him and tapped him on the shoulder.  Steve turned to me and beamed.  I
wanted to have him there and then - his hair was still wet from the pool
and his blue eyes were glistening brightly.

  We approached the back door and Steve did his usual trick of going around
the front and letting me in through he back.  When Steve opened the door, I
entered and just as I shut the door behind me I put my hands up Steve's
shirt, toyed with his nipples and began to kiss him.  Within moments, I'd
taken Steve's top off and I was licking his smooth armpits and my hands
were squeezing his erect cock through his jeans.  To my relief Steve was
enjoying it as much as I was and began to moan and kiss me accordingly.

  Steve smelt like chlorine, so I suggested we shower together and he
agreed.  I lifted him up in my arms, gathered his clothes and bag and made
my way upstairs to the bathroom whilst kissing him passionately.  We got to
the bathroom and I took my shirt and trousers off whilst Steve started the
shower.  He explained that the shower was tricky and that he had to get the
temperature just right.  I just laughed and pulled him towards me, took off
his jeans and began to bury my head in his briefs: biting and nibbling at
the little hard cocklet that lay beneath.  My hands began to slip his small
briefs down and soon they were at his ankles and I began to suck his cock
whilst nudging him back so that very soon we were in the shower together.

  As the water streamed down, I began to more furiously suck him off - he
lay back against the wall with one hand on my head whilst the other was
slammed back against the ceramic tiles in ecstasy.  His cock was so hard it
was difficult to get it at a 90 degree angle but this being my third time
working on his cock, I was beginning to find my technique improving more
and more.  Then I decided to that there was no better place then in a nice,
warm shower for his tight arsehole to begin getting ready for my penis.

  I turned Steve around and began to rim his tight, virgin hole.  My hands
spread his bubble butt cheeks apart whist his hands lay firmly against the
tiles as support.  I licked his crack and sank my tongue in deep and hard
and then, using my index finger, I began to circle his hole and slowly
began to insert it into him.  Steve shook at first but seemed oblivious to
what I was doing, so I pushed more of my finger into him and very soon I
had my hole digit in his hole and I began to press down onto his prostate.
Steve was on another planet of joy, his face now pressed fully against the
tiles, he stuck his bum out further and I slowly began to stick a second
finger in his hole.

  This second finger wasn't greeted with such enthusiasm and I heard an
"ow" emanate from Steve.  "sorry buddy", I said, "do you want me to stop?"

  "what are you doing?" he asked, "it feels nice but sore".

I turned Steve around to face me.  "if it's hurting you I'll stop."

  Steve nodded and I gave him a big kiss on his lips.  I didn't want to
push him further then I already had and once out of the shower would
explain to him exactly what I was doing.  We soaped each other up and
washed ourselves clean.  I was happy to see that although Steve didn't like
two fingers in him, he'd remained hard through out and didn't mind it when
I lathered his crack up with soap.  With the shower off, we died one
another down and went straight to his room where we lay on his bed naked.

  "I'm sorry if I hurt you earlier, Steve.  I really didn't mean to." I
began.

  "that's ok.  What were you doing?"

  I turned to lay on my front and began to explain to him.  "the bum Steve
is for two things, it's for poo (he giggled) coming out and for other
things to go in.  sometimes when things go in it feels good, sometimes it
feels bad but most times it feels a little bad then it feels good."  Steve
looked slightly confused.  "I'll show you" I took Steve's hand and guided
it to my bum.  "get a finger Steve and put it in my bum."

  "HUH?!?"  Steve exclaimed.

  "haha, it's ok Steve, we've both showered so it's nice and clean.  Look",
I used my hands to spread my bum cheeks apart to reveal my smooth hole that
I kept shaved.  I began to circle my hole with my own index finger and then
slowly put my finger into my hole until it was all gone.  Steve laughed.
"it looks funny doesn't it, why don't you try it?"

  I removed my finger and brought Steve's hand down to my crack and he
tentatively began to push his index finger into my hole.  His small fingers
felt good against my sphincter and soon enough he had his entire index
finger in there.  "How does that feel?", I asked.

  "Warm.  Kinda funny"

  "Yeah it is kinda funny, but it feels good, eh?"  Steve agreed, it did
feel good, and I told him to try some more fingers and very soon my arse
had two of his fingers in me.  It felt fucking awesome.

  "Steve, do you want to try something great?

  "sure", he said.

  "ok, do you want to try and put your willy into my bum hole?"

Steve laughed and immediately looked the shyest I'd ever seen him.  He
blushed.  I sat up and held him.

  "Hey, little guy, don't be shy.  I wouldn't ask you to do something if I
really didn't want you to do it.  It'll feel good for me and you'll love
it."  I kissed him on the forehead, breathed him in and felt his arms
clutch me tightly.  My hands began to explore his back and ventured towards
his crack.  We began to kiss, and my fingers began to circle his boy ring.
Our kissing became more furious and my hands moved to his little cock and
very soon I was sucking it, lubing it up with my own saliva.  I spat in my
hand and wiped it over my own hole and lay down on all fours in front of
steve.  I knew that his cock which was, at best, only 3 inches long
wouldn't make much of an impression on my hole, but I wanted to feel him in
me and let Steve know how good sex felt.

  I told Steve to insert his penis into me and to then do whatever felt
good to him.  He followed my instruction and soon I could feel his cock
enter me.  He had spread my arse cheeks very wide so that he could get as
much in as possible, and without further pause, he began to rock backwards
and forwards humping me.  In all honesty, the experience was pretty lame -
I couldn't feel anything, BUT hearing Steve moan the way he did was turning
me on no end.  It was obvious Steve enjoying "intercourse" with me and was
completely getting into it.  I decided to change position and so I was on
my back, legs in the air and Steve pounding my arse in front of me.

  To say "pounding" is no lie, the boy was going at it very strongly, his
eyes were starting to tilt back into their sockets and could sense that he
was in the throws of a dry orgasm.  I was jerking myself off furiously when
I noticed on his bed side table a picture of Steve, on a beach wearing just
a pair of speedos.  Steve was younger in the picture; he looked about 5 or
6yo.  I stared hard at the picture and imagined meeting Steve a few years
earlier; how his lips would taste, his cock would look and his body would
feel.  As I imagined meeting THAT steve on the beach, I turned to look at
the real, 8yo Steve reach his climax just as I shot a jet of hot white cum
over myself.

  Steve lay back, exhausted.



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