Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2015 13:52:10 +0000
From: storyteller69@btinternet.com
Subject: Watersport 2

These stories are about different experiences with different boys.  Some
will be of several chapters, some - like the first one - just a single
episode.  I'd welcome feedback and even suggestions at
storyteller69@btinternet.com - enjoy!

Watersports 2

This new guy appeared one day on scatboi.  I've changed the name he used,
which actually contained the name of a town about 20 miles from where I
live - let's say he called himself "shittytowner", and he gave his age as
18.

Since I'm into twinks, especially piss and a bit of scat I messaged him
straight away asking if he was interested in meeting an older guy.

Back came a message:

"I'm really only 14 and I want to do shitty things with someone who'll
teach me."

So naturally I'm back like a shot:

"Great, but as soon as the scatboi people see you're only 14 they'll delete
you like a flash - quick, what's you email?"

Luckily the kid was still on line and he sent me his email address.  Ten
minutes later he'd been deleted from scatboi.

Thanking my lucky stars that I had his address I emailed him:

"Yeah, I'm your man.  I love boys your age and I'd love to teach you the
things you want to know.  Tell me more about yourself - what do I call
you?"

Three minutes later:

"My name's Lee.  I'm really only 14.  I'm 5'2", 46 kg, ginger hair, skinny.
My uncut cock is 5" stiff and I've been able to cum since I was 12.  I've
done sexy stuff with other boys but only wanking each other.  One boy and I
sucked each other off, but he's moved away.  I like pissing on myself in
the bath and I dream about pissing with another boy, but it doesn't
happen. Doing it with an older guy would teach me what to do.  So yeah, I
want to meet you - soon!!!!!"

Was it a trap, I wondered.  Were the kiddiecops setting a honey trap?  Only
one way to find out.  I emailed him straight back:

"OK Lee.  Sounds good to me.  I live about 20 miles away and I have
transport.  Why don't we arrange to meet in the supermarket and see what we
feel about each other - you may not like the look of me, although you sound
perfect to me."

Back he came:

"OK - what do I call you?  What about Saturday morning?  Lee xx"

Getting a couple of kisses seemed a good sign.  It was now Thursday
evening, so not long to wait to see whether his pubes were ginger as well.
I emailed him back:

"Saturday it is, Lee.  Here's what we'll do.  Swap mobile numbers.  Be in
the fruit and vegetable aisle at exactly 10 o'clock with your phone on.  I
will call you then.  Paul xx"

And then I had to wait 36 hours.

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Saturday morning.  Up early, shower, shave (face and down below - I keep my
cock and balls shaved all the time.  Washing shit out of pubes is no fun).
T-shirt, track suit bottoms, commando-style.  Off to the shops.

Phoned him at quarter to ten "I'm on the way - you still up for this?"
"You bet, and I'm as horny as hell."  "Good boy, see you soon."

Ten o'clock by the cabbages.  There's this drop-dead stunner at the other
end - slim, ginger, it has to be him. He's wearing a Man U t-shirt and
silky-looking shorts.  He has his phone in his hand.

"I'm coming towards you now" and I held up my phone and waved it, "walk
along with me."

Together we went out of the store to my Land Rover, parked at the far end
of the car park.  We said "hi" but nothing else was said.  He got in.

"Well, Lee, are you OK to take this where you want to go?"

"You bet, and soon.  Can we go somewhere now?"

"Of course.  How long have we got - when do you have to be home?"

"I don't have to be back until about 6.  I'm supposed to be spending the
day with a school pal but he's agreed to cover - he doesn't know why, but I
cover for him sometimes.  We're OK until then.  Can we go to your place?"

"That's what I had planned.  Look Lee, there no-one with 50m of us here,
let's start right now - OK?"

He put his hand on my crutch and felt my erect cock; I did the same to him
and we both smiled.  It was going to be a good day.

"I said I wanted to do shitty things with someone who'll teach me - what I
really want is to do everything with you.  Can we do that today?"

"Hold your horses, Lee, we can do a whole lot of stuff today, but
everything - no, we'll leave everything for another time.  After all,
you'll be 14 for a while and then you'll be 15 for a whole year. Let's see
what we feel like when we get home.  By the way, when did you last shit?"

"Thursday night straight after we emailed each other - I knew the next shit
after that would be special so I've eaten a whole load of stuff to make me
shit a lot.  And I pissed when I got up this morning and drank a whole load
of juice, so I'm pretty full now.  How long till we get to your place?"

"About 20 minutes - can you hold it that long?"

"I think so - what if I can't?"

"You tell me that you need to piss in one minute and we find a way of
dealing with it. OK?"

"OK."

About 10 minutes later he tells me that all the bouncing around means he
needs to piss RIGHT NOW.

I pulled off the road and into the gateway of a field - useful things, Land
Rovers, no-one bats an eye if they're in a field.  He hitched up his arse
and I pulled his shorts down.

"Not too much, just enough to ease the pressure."

No time to admire the goodies, mouth over his cock, nodded my head, and he
started to let go. Delicious hot teenboi piss flooded into my mouth.  He
stopped the flow.  I swallowed.  I licked his cock and pulled up his
shorts.

"Home now."