Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2004 03:55:20 -0800
From: polarlord@hushmail.com
Subject: Young Wizard -  Chapter 02(G/M A/Y)

Nigel stood in the local stream the water lapping just above his bare 10
year old knees.  His bare feet felt the mud and weeds on the stream bed
squishing through his toes.  The water was cool but not
uncomfortable. There were a few summer flies buzzing around but they were
not bothering him. This was his secret spot for fishing in the stream that
ran along the fields bordering his village. It was quiet here and he was
alone. Occasionally he would see the blue flash of a Kingfisher as it
plopped into the water across the other side of the stream.

His eight foot fishing rod made from cane was his pride and joy, a birthday
present from his father. He even had the latest nylon monofilament fishing
line that he had saved for out of his pocket money. He knew that today he
would catch some fish even though the summer sun was high and hot on his
back. He had risen early that day and had dug some worms from the garden to
act as bait. He hoped that he might even catch some trout to take back to
his mother for supper tonight. He had dressed quickly that morning and wore
only his old school shorts and a tee shirt. He'd chosen the shorts so he
could wade in the stream without getting his clothes wet. They were a bit
too small for him, not much bigger than swimming trunks but they kept his
legs free.

He liked being alone on the Saturday morning. His mother and father had
caught the local train into the nearby Market Town and would not be back
until late in the afternoon. Nigel had some sandwiches and orange squash
for lunch in his haversack that lay on the nearby bank of the stream. He
kept this fishing place secret from his mates in the local junior
school. Nigel was shading his eyes with one hand trying to see the fish
under the willow tree on the opposite bank of the stream. He cast the rod
and the line, float and baited hook landed exactly where he needed it. He
watched the bait glide down to the place where the fish hid under the shade
of the tree.

"Well if it's not young Master Nigel."

The sudden unexpected voice made the boy jump. He, a bit annoyed at the
intrusion that might frighten the fish, swivelled his head to look behind
him. It was Jackie. He was a local man over 30 who lived alone in a run
down cottage on the edge of the village. Nigel's mum had warned him not to
go with Jackie because he was a bit strange. Nigel's best friend in the
village Chris had even said that Jackie tried to touch boys' willies. Nigel
knew all of this, but he had spoken with Jackie in the past and he didn't
see anything wrong with him. He just though Jackie just was lonely because
he didn't have a wife and his parents were dead.

"Hi Jackie, you made me jump. What are you doing over here by the stream?"

"Oh it was so nice I just thought that I would take a stroll out this
way. Have you caught anything yet?"

"No, not yet I've only just got here. If you are staying can you sit down
so you don't scare the fish?"

The man sat quietly on the bank of the stream and watched as the young boy
stood in the stream patiently waiting for a bite. It was so peaceful and
relaxing under the hot sun. Suddenly the tip of the rod dipped as the boy
struck at a biting fish. The surface of the water boiled under the tree as
a fish tried to escape the hook. The boy walked backwards to the stream
bank as he played the fish.  When he reached the bank he guided the fish to
the side. Nigel did not have a net to land the fish so Jackie leaned over
and grabbed the fish in his hand and lifted it out of the water. It was a
good one, a perch of about a pound in weight. Jackie deftly unhooked the
fish and looked at Nigel.

"Do you want to keep it or let it go?"

"Hey, I want to keep that one it will be great for tea. I love grilled
perch"

Jackie tossed the fish up on to the grass above the bank next to Nigel's
haversack. He found some burdock leaves and covered the fish to shade it
from the direct sun.

"Haven't you got a keep net yet Nigel? It will keep the fish fresh if you
want to take them home."

"No, I can't afford one just yet I only just paid for the nylon line and I
still haven't paid Dad back for the reel yet."

"You know I think that I've got a spare keep net in my shed.  I'll look it
out for you. You can have it if you want. Come out and sit next to me for a
while, you will need to let the fish settle down before you can catch
anymore. The water is so clear they can see everything."

Nigel waded out from the stream and climbed up the bank. His pale smooth
boy legs were glistening in the sun. In the battle to land the fish he must
have crouched in the water because the crotch of his shorts was wet. He sat
next to Jackie and stretched out the slim suns to dry in the sun.

"Hey, Nigel have you peed yourself with excitement?" asked Jackie nodding
at the damp shorts?

The boy laughed. "No stupid, I just got a bit wet in the stream.  It feels
a bit cold on my bum now, but it will soon dry."

"Why don't you take your shorts off to dry?  No one is around to see you."

Nigel laughed again: "You just want to see my willy, don't you Jackie?  No,
it's OK I been wet before I guess I will soon dry out.

The boy delved into his haversack and pulled out the bottle of orange
squash and had a drink. He offered the bottle to Jackie.

"No it's ok Nigel I have got my own drink thanks."  He pulled a large screw
top bottle from his coat pocket, undid the top and gulped down a couple of
swallows. He passed the bottle to Nigel.

"You want some of my drink?"

"What is it? It smells a bit funny, like beer."

"Its just Cider. Go on you will like the taste and it won't hurt you."

Nigel, excited at the prospect of getting a taste of the forbidden grown up
drink swung the bottle and gulped some down. He liked the sweet bubbly
taste. He didn't see what all the fuss was about.

"That is nice. Can I have some more?"

"Sure help yourself."

The boy drank some more, eventually drinking half of the bottle contents as
he lay on his back relaxing in the sun on the bank of the stream. He began
to feel warm and cosy inside and a little bit sleepy. The man and boy
talked for a while about school, the village fete and how farmer Busby's
cows had escaped and eaten the Vicar's roses.

The boy did not see the erection that had grown under the thick black
trousers of the man as they lay on the grass chatting. He did not realise
the temptation growing in the man's mind as he gazed at those beautiful
slim pale legs. Before long the man's second head took control of his
emotions and overcame the fear of discovery.  He leaned over whilst
chatting and rested a warm hand on the bare leg of the boy. There was no
reaction or pulling away by the boy. Encouraged Jackie started to stroke
further along the leg of the boy, the delicate skin feeling like the finest
silk. Still the boy did not react as he chatted.

"Do you mind me doing this to you?"

"No, it feels nice."  Nigel wriggled closer to allow the man better
contact. The stroking was giving him a nice feeling in his balls but he
dare not tell Jackie. Soon the man was stroking gently up and down the
length of the boy's legs, just stopping an inch short of the hem of the
shorts. Nigel spread his legs wider so that the man's hand would not be
trapped at the top of his legs. This movement created a gap under his
shorts and the man could see the boys white underpants. On the next stroke
up the legs his hands went higher and a finger brushed against the white
cotton that hid the boy's balls. Nigel felt a sudden tingle in his ball
sack, it was a nice feeling though as he arched his feet.

"Hey that tickles" he giggled, but he did not move away or stop the
man. Jackie felt his erection surge under his trousers. On the next stroke
his hands stopped at the boy's crotch and he moved the boy's shorts leg to
one side and caressed the ball sack though the clean white of the cotton
undies. Nigel loved the tingly feeling that was happening down
there. Jackie realised that he should not push things too far this time in
case the boy panicked. So he stopped the stroking and sat the boy up.

"Nigel I think that the fish have come back. Are you going to go and catch
some more?"

The boy was disappointed that the nice stroking had stopped but took up his
rod and waded back into the stream. As he waded out he realised that his
willy had gone stiff under his shorts. That seemed to be happening a lot
more nowadays.  He cast the rod and waited.

From the bank of the stream Jackie decided it was time to go, but he wanted
for things to go further with this cute young boy. If he played his cards
right he might get himself a new bum boy for the summer.

"Hey Nigel I have to go.  Do you want to meet up tomorrow? I can bring you
the keep net and show you where to catch the big fish."

"Sure. I got Sunday School in the morning, but I can come out in the
afternoon after dinner."

"ok, I'll see you about 3 O'clock but don't tell any one that you are
meeting me, cos I'm going to show you some special secret places by the
river."

... Story continues


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