Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2018 20:32:34 +0000 From: Paul Smith Subject: The Playing Fields Part 6 This story is fiction, written by an author over the age of 18. All names, places, descriptions, and events are purely fictional and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. This work contains intimate acts between adult males and youths over the age of 10 but if that scenario offends you, please discontinue reading any further. Nifty is a wonderful resource and needs to be funded to continue. If you enjoyed the story, or any other stories, please donate to nifty so that we can all enjoy more stories in the future.... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank you for all your feedback, much appreciated. I do try and respond but apologies if I haven't.... I was very keen to suck my first willy, but I didn't want to be seen, even by a young boy. I thought it was far too dangerous, even though I wasn't forcing them to come to the outhouse, but still... I spent the evening pondering over how I could possibly suck a willy without exposing myself. The boys obviously came there on their own volition to be sucked by the old man, so I wasn't corrupting them and I wasn't forcing them to do anything they didn't want to do. I drew a bath, and lay there daydreaming of sucking willies. The solution came to me in a flash and I mentally kicked myself for not thinking about it before. How stupid can one be? The outhouse was built of wooden slats, and my solution was to replace one slat with a new one with a hole in it. It meant I could always replace the old one so nothing would seem amiss. I wrote down a shopping list of what I needed and resolved to go shopping the next morning. I managed to get a piece of wood that exactly matched the size of the slats in the outhouse, along with another camera and a chalk pen. I drilled a hole at roughly the height I judged a boy's groin would be and stained the wood so that it looked reasonably like the other slats in the outhouse outhouse. I pinned a bit of black cloth above the hole, which draped over the hole, so someone couldn't peer in. I got the chalk pen and wrote above the hole `Blowjobs here'. Not very subtle, but then I thought it got the message across and I was sure the boys wouldn't complain. I took one of the slats out of the wall of the outhouse and the new one fitted perfectly. The colour wasn't perfect and it was obvious the slat was new but I didn't think it was going to be a problem. I practiced swopping the slats over, and I could get the old one back in within 10 seconds, so nothing would look amiss in the outhouse. I then installed the new camera outside so I could see anybody coming to the outhouse, with the thought that if I didn't like whoever was coming over, I could swap the slats over. I felt very pleased with myself and was looking forward to the next morning, thinking I would get to suck my first willy. Who would it be? That nerdy kid? It wouldn't be my first choice, but then he did have a nice willy and I didn't think I would reject any young boy's willy.... I was awake very early the next morning and my cock was as hard as steel, anticipating what was going to happen. I put some shorts on and a t-shirt and luckily nobody was about as my shorts were tenting out quite obscenely. I went and put the red handkerchief on the same branch I saw the old man put his on and went to the shed to sit down and await my first customer. I was way too early, it was only 7 o'clock and the kids wouldn't be going to school anywhere before 8, but I was so excited with the prospect of sucking my first willy, I really couldn't wait... My phone pinged and I thought here we go, but it was only a jogger running past my garden. I realised I needed to move the outside camera a bit, otherwise I would get notifications from everybody who walked past. I was so excited, I started playing with myself and came just with the thought of sucking on a young willy. It seemed ages but my watch showed it was 10 past 8, and my phone pinged again. I saw these three young boys walk past, all very cute. They didn't take any notice of the red handkerchief and wandered past off to school. My phone pinged again and I saw two more boys walk past. One of them looked up at the handkerchief and moved his hands to readjust his package. Was he interested? But they both walked past. My phone pinged quite a few times over the next 15 minutes, showing boys and girls walking past but nobody stopped or made any indication of wanting to come over to the outhouse. It got to 8:45 and I realised all the kids would now be at school. What had I done wrong? The handkerchief was very similar to the old man's. I didn't see him put any other sign out. Maybe it was all done online and that's how he got the boys to go to the outhouse... I returned to my house, feeling very despondent, I'd been so looking forward to sucking my first willy and felt really let down. I thought about confronting the old man again to find out what the trick was, but realised that would obviously show I wanted to do what he did. Maybe I could come to an agreement so that we could share? The more I thought about it, I realised it really wasn't an option. I saw him trying to get into that young boy's pants and I wasn't going to be part of that. Maybe he had somehow blackmailed the other boys? They seemed to come under their own volition but who knows how it started? I resigned myself to watching my boy, not exactly a bad fate, but I'd been so excited to suck my first willy, I felt very depressed. I moped around the house all day, feeling very sorry for myself and even more so as I realised the Boys weren't playing rugby today. Unusually, I had a few drinks at lunchtime and fell into an alcoholic induced slumber that afternoon. I was woken up by my phone pinging and I was a bit disoriented. I looked at the phone and saw this boy walking to the outhouse. I'd never seen him before. He looked about 13, quite tall but with a baby face. I wondered whether puberty had got to him yet or not... I suddenly woke up properly and realised this could be my chance! I ran out to the shed, without even bothering to put any clothes on, if the neighbours saw me, I couldn't care. I still had my phone in my hand and I swapped between the outdoor and indoor camera. The boy looked a bit confused not seeing anybody in the outhouse, but then he noticed the new slat. He put his face down to the hole, then poked his finger through the hole. I could see his finger coming through, moving the cloth I'd put over the hole. He put his face down there again and I could see him thinking. He obviously made a decision as he undid his belt, unzipped himself and pulled his trousers down. For his age, he had quite a big willy, but no hair above it, obviously just on the cusp of puberty... I wondered whether he could cum yet. His hairless balls looked quite big and I realised I was about to find out at what stage he was at! He tugged at his willy and it didn't take long before it was all stiff and his head poked out. It looked beautiful and I couldn't wait until he stuck it through the hole. I was licking my lips in anticipation and thought here goes, my first willy!! He poked it through the hole and I spent some time just looking at his willy at very close range. He was obviously getting impatient as he started bobbing his willy around and I moved my hand to stroke his shaft. Yes, the first ever willy I had touched, apart from my own.... It was warm and very soft on the outside with a core of steel. I moved my head down and inhaled the aroma of cock. It was a heady, musky smell and I was hooked. I stuck my tongue out and licked his knob. I was rewarded by a hiss from the boy, he obviously liked it! I couldn't help myself but engulfed his shaft. I was slightly disappointed that there wasn't much of a taste at all, but the feeling of bobbing up and down on a young boy's willy was amazing. I wasn't an expert, but knew enough to cover my teeth and from the reactions of the boy, I wasn't doing a bad job. I sped up and was going up and down on his willy like mad. I could hear him panting away, so I could tell he was enjoying himself. His willy pulsed up and down a few times and I tasted something on My tongue. It didn't feel as if there was any liquid, but I thought there was definitely a taste, but maybe I imagined it. He withdrew his willy and I saw from my phone, he pulled up his trousers and ran out. I sat back and thought yes, I'd sucked my first willy! I'd really enjoyed it and I hoped the boy did as well and I was hooked, I wanted more willies! I didn't have to wait long, as I saw the door open again. This boy was very young, I guessed about 8.... He looked around, obviously very anxious, but seemed to get calmer as he saw nobody in there. I wondered what he was he was doing there, had he heard about the place somehow? He kept on looking around and saw the hole and bent down to have a look. He poked his finger through and for some reason licked his finger and poked it through again. He kept it there and I wasn't sure what to do. I bent my head down and started sucking on his finger. I somehow got really into it and was bobbing up and down on his finger like mad. I was really getting off on sucking a boys finger, go figure, but unless you've tried don't diss it. Sadly, he withdrew his finger and I went back to my phone to see what he was doing. He'd pushed his pants down and was pulling on his willy. I was willing him to put it through the hole, but too soon he shook a bit and pulled up his pants and left. I was very disappointed, I'd hardly seen any bit of his willy as it was hidden by his hand. I really hoped he would come back for a bit more fun.. Hope you enjoyed this instalment, as ever, feedback is appreciated..... Paulsmith197074@gmail.com