David's Problem

copyright 1998 by author
All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction
m/b pedo

Don't read it if you won't like it.
If you live in a country that fucks
 up its children, by insisting that
 they never have, want, nor think 
 about sex, you shouldn't read it 
 until you reach the arbitrary age 
 at which your elders have decided
 that they can handle it if you do
 something sexual.
Of course I, nor they, have any real
 power to stop you if you just keep
 on reading.

	David looked like he had everything going for him. He was tall for
a fourteen years old, and recently his pubertal hormones had packed some
large muscles on his 6'1" frame. He had classic good looks topped off with
blond hair and penetrating blue eyes. He was well liked by his friend's
parents, and teachers. Teachers because his recent IQ test put him well
above 150. Parents because of his manners, and what they thought was a boy
with high moral standards.
	They were wrong. He had manners all right, and he didn't cuss. It
just wasn't in him. What was in him though, would have made all those
people who thought that he was the perfect child, get a noose to string him
up. He was a pedophile. He knew it. Had known it all his life. His
intellect had allowed him to remain hidden while he was a child. He knew
what he liked as young as four. He knew what people in general thought of
people having sex with kids when he was six. He hadn't worried too much
till he was twelve and everyone figured that he would start to like girls.
He did like girls, but the girls his age, all had breasts and hair, granted
some of them were not very developed, but any development was too much for
him.
	He also liked boys. A good thing for him was that no one thought
twice about a twelve year old boy hanging out with other pre-pubescent
boys, his age or younger. The problem was that he couldn't be too overt, or
people might think he was gay. He wished he was.
	He'd been cautious till now, but not really worried. With the start
of the new school year, being at high school, he had started to worry. He
was no longer a boy in most people's eyes. He was a teenager in high
school, and if he got caught they would insist he was taking advantage of
anyone he was with, unless they were also in high school. The problem
remained that those in high school held no attraction to him. And a new
problem was developing, his hormones had kicked into overdrive. Sex was no
longer a thing of want or like, it was a desperate need. As much a need as
food or water. He had to have it.
	He found himself jerking off his 8" dick five to six times a day.
That was another point of consternation to him, the size of his dick. The
boys he knew at school would have been jealous of him if they knew, and
boasted of their prowess, if they'd been his size. It worried him though,
when he thought of the trouble he'd have fitting inside the young children
he liked.
	He was trying to put his worries out of his mind though. His 13
year old sister Debby had asked him to help her out. The Andersons needed a
sitter. She couldn't do it because she was already sitting for the Borbas,
so she had offered him up to the Andersons. They thought it sounded all
right. After all he was a fine young man, and Debby was so good with kids,
they figured her brother would have to be too. He had of course said yes.
He didn't need the money, thanks to his paper route, but he couldn't very
well turn down time alone with a kid. He didn't plan on doing anything with
the Anderson's boy, but he enjoyed being around younger kids, and sometimes
you could sneak a peak, or catch a glimpse of what you're not supposed to
look at.
	At six o'clock he rode his bike down to the Andersons' house.
Mr. Anderson answered the door, and let him in.
	"Well, nice to meet you David. I'm Bill, and this is Kara," said
Mr. Anderson a handsome enough man of thirty in a dark blue suit. Next to
him Kara, an average looking woman of 28, stood pensively in a four hundred
dollar gown waiting to leave.
	"Hi."
	"Timmy's watching TV in the front room. We should be back about
eleven.  If you need to get a hold of us the number's on the fridge. Make
sure to give Timmy a bath before bed. His room's the first one on the
right. You can let him stay up if you want, we normally put him to bed
about nine, but since we're going out, he can stay up if you want. He's not
the easiest boy to get to sleep. Any questions?"
	"Ummm.... Dinner?"
	"Oh yeah. I forgot. Here's a twenty. Why don't you order some
pizza," Mr. Anderson said as he handed over the money. As soon as it was
taken, he said, "We'll see you later." He and Kara then rushed out the door
closing it quickly behind them.
	That was fast, David thought.
	Guess I'd better meet Timmy. Hope He's cute. Bath. That's right.
I'm supposed to give him a bath.
	David walked to the front room where he found Timmy. Timmy was a
cute boy, with brown hair. He looked to be about 8 and had a nice tan, just
from playing outside. He was sitting on the floor, his feet slightly apart,
watching cartoons with his side to David. He was wearing a pair of blue
shorts with white stripes up the side, and nothing else. He was also
absentmindedly playing with himself.
	David stood at the entrance to the room and just watched the boy's
hand move up and down the cloth covered object of his desire. He had meant
to ask Timmy what he wanted on his pizza, but instead found himself
mesmerized by the sight in front of him. Somewhere deep inside of him David
knew he needed to speak up and let the boy know he was there, but anything
besides what he was watching, was crowded out of his mind by unhindered
lust.
	Timmy started to pull his waistband out. He was reaching a hand
inside and laying back when he spotted David.
	"Uh, hi," Timmy said turning his head, revealing a pair of brown
eyes with incredibly long lashes and quickly pulling his hand out of his
shorts.
	"Ummm.... Hi. I'm David. You're sitter."
	"I thought Debby was going to sit for me."
	"She couldn't do it tonight, so she asked me. I'm her brother."
	"Oh."
	"You're parents left some money for pizza. What would you like?"
	"Pepperoni's fine."
	"I'll go order it," said David as he headed back to the kitchen.
	Timmy followed David. When they got there David said," Where do you
keep the phone book?"
	"It's here," said Timmy as he pulled it from a drawer and handed it
to David.
	When David took the book from Timmy his hand brushed the boy's
briefly. The warmth and softness set his blood to boil again.
	"Thanks," he said flipping to the number.
	He called and ordered a large pepperoni.
	"All right. It should be here in about half an hour. What would you
like to do?"
	"Watch TV?"
	"Okay"
	They headed back to living room. Timmy sat back down in his spot,
and David sat in a high back chair across from him, with a good view of
Timmy's crotch. He knew that it could get him in trouble if he watched the
boy's private area too closely, but he couldn't help himself.
	Timmy was being obliging and not paying any attention to the eyes
that were glued to his precious little packet. He sat quietly and watched
his cartoons while he was watched. He adjusted his legs a little and David
could see into the shorts enough to see fuzzy green underwear.
	The sight made David's already hard dick jump. Upsetting it's
careful positioning. He found himself having to manhandle his manhood into
a spot where it wasn't quite as noticeable that he was hard as a rock.
Timmy was turning him on something terrible. Then Timmy did something to
make it worse. He opened his legs slightly. Instead of a small scrap of
fuzzy green material, David could now see the smooth white crease of
Timmy's thigh. He didn't think he could take anymore as the rigidity of his
dick was now becoming painful, but he couldn't stop looking either.
	Timmy all of a sudden stood up and announced that he was heading to
the bathroom. David sighed in relief and disappointment as the boy left. He
needed to get into that bathroom soon also, but not to take a piss. He
needed to relieve the built up tension in his overheated teenage loins. How
to get past the boy, without him seeing the tremendous bulge in the front
of his pants, was a quandary though.
	"Ding, dong," went the doorbell.
	The pizza. David stood up and tried to hold back his throbbing
member with the waistband of his white jockey shorts. It wasn't very
effective, and it was difficult to walk in his condition. He made it to the
front door, and opened it.
	"Your pizza. That'll be twelve forty-six," said the young man
holding the pizza out to David. He looked kind of geeky in his uniform but
had a kind face, which drifted down as he noticed David's erection. He gave
David a quizzical look.
	"Yeah," David said as he fished the money Mr. Anderson had given
him out of his now too tight pants. He didn't know how to respond to the
pizza guy's questioning look, so he just handed him the money. As he took
the pizza from the driver, Timmy showed up next to him and exclaimed,
"Pizza!"
	The driver looked down at the cute little boy in his tight shorts.
The boy was wearing little more than his tan, showing his well formed young
body off.  The driver smiled with realization. He turned that smile on
David, and said with a wink, "Good luck!" giving him the change and
leaving.
	He was a little worried by the driver. Maybe he knows. What if he
tells. Wait I'm getting paranoid. I haven't done anything.... Yet. And he
said good luck. Plus there was the wink. Maybe he's like me. Might be. Well
whatever. He didn't see me doing anything illegal, and heck what could he
do. Best to try and not worry.
	"Let's go eat in the living room," said Timmy.
	"Do your parents let you eat in the living room?"
	"Sure. That's where we usually eat. How about you?"
	"My mom makes us eat at the table"
	"Too bad."
	When they got to the living room David sat back in his chair hoping
and dreading that Timmy would put on another show. Timmy sat back down in
what David was coming to think of as Timmy's own personal piece of the
floor.
	Timmy sat in his usual position as he watched TV and ate his pizza,
but this time David didn't have to wait to see the silky smooth skin of the
crease where boys leg joined his torso. David ate his pizza mechanically as
he stared at the sight before him. He didn't want to appear to be doing
anything unusual, and he had just enough sense left in his lust crazed mind
to keep up a modicum of appearance. He went though three pieces like that,
before disaster struck. Timmy dropped a piece he was eating down his front
and onto his shorts.
	Grease from the pepperoni, and sauce stayed hung on his shorts as
Timmy stood and said, "Damn!"
	"I'll go get some towels. Where does your mom keep them?"
	"Under the sink."
	David got some paper towels from under the sink, quickly returned.
	"It doesn't look that bad," he said as he stared, now openly at the
boys pizza stained crotch.
	"I don't see any sauce on the carpet. Just me."
	"Yeah," David said as he almost handed the paper towels to Timmy.
He reevaluated what he was doing and said," Now hold still while I get
that."
	Timmy did as he was told and David gently wiped the sauce from
Timmy's belly. With a lump in his throat and a wavering hand, he moved
lower. David carefully wiped the pizza from the front of Timmy's shorts. It
was terrible to be so close and not be able to do more than wipe, but he
had to control himself. He did take one more wipe than necessary, and said,
"Well, that's about all I can do."
	"Don't worry. Mom's wash them," Timmy said as he hooked his thumbs
into his shorts and pulled them down.
	David was afire at the sight before him. Timmy had non chalantly
stripped down to his underwear in front of him. David could now clearly see
that the underwear was some sort of fuzzy green material. They were also
rather skimpy, some sort of bikini underwear, as they had no fly in front,
just little bulges from the little boy's little dick and jewels. Timmy then
stepped out of his shorts and walked out of the room with David watching
the scantily clad tight little butt all the way.
	David sat back down in his chair trying to recover from this latest
shock to his system. It wasn't long before Timmy showed back up, still in
his underwear.
	"I thought you were going to get some new shorts?" asked David.
	"Nah. I was just throwing the old ones into the wash. Why did you
want me too?"
	"No. That's okay. You want to waltz around in your underwear, fine
by me," said David. Damn I shouldn't have said that. I should have made him
put some clothes on. What if he tells his parents that I said he could run
around in his underwear? Too late now, and God he's cute. I'll just have to
explain what happened. It's not my fault. He spilled the pizza. He took
them off. He didn't put anything on. Besides why would he mention it at
all?
	Timmy sat back down in his usual place, to watch the TV. Without
his shorts though, he was an even more compelling sight. His long tan legs
leading disappearing into his underwear. .Instead of his usual legs out
position, though, Timmy pulled his feet up and sat indian style. This gave
David a clear view of the best of the boy. Without the shorts there, David
could see that the underwear didn't completely conceal the boy in that
position. One of his deliciously hairless testicles had slipped past the
leg band and was hanging out for him too see. It was too much for David and
his dick exploded in his pants.
	"Unhhh," escaped David's lips.
	"Something wrong?"
	"Uh.... No. Just a little gas."
	"Oh."
	Phew. Thought that was it. I need to get cleaned up.
	Just then Timmy yawned.
	I wonder if he's ready for sleep?
	Timmy then got up and walked over to David. Without a word, he
climbed onto David's lap and laid across David and the arms of the chair.
	"What are you doing?"
	"Sitting in your lap. My dad always lets me sit in his lap."
	"Ummm, well you can't."
	"Why?" Timmy asked. His brown eyes, with their long lashes,
pleading his case."
	What if he feels the wet spot. But those eyes, and he's so
warm. How can I make him go. Well the pants are thick.
	"I suppose you can stay."
	"Thanks," said Timmy as he turned his head back to the TV.
	David turned his attention to the thinly covered prize before him.
It was invigorating having it so close. Comforting to hold him.
Disheartening to know that all was out of reach because of some arbitrary
laws, passed by pinheads long before he was born.
	Timmy got a little too relaxed and comfortable. He forgot that he
was being held, and lost himself in his show. He started to play with
himself. His hand moving up and down as he pulled on his penis with two
fingers and his thumb, through his underwear. It grew to its full length of
two and a half inches under his ministrations and David's gaze.
	David's earlier ejaculation allowed him to watch the boy's lewd
activity for a full minute before he came again. He managed to keep himself
from exclaiming out loud this time.
	Unaware at first, what had happened, Timmy continued to play with
himself while David stared. Soon though, Timmy felt a wetness beneath him.
	"Hnh," said Timmy as he sat up.
	"What?"
	"It's wet."
	"Ummm... What do you mean?"
	"It's wet here," said Timmy as he felt under butt and rubbed the
wet spot on David's pants. This of course caused the ejaculated, but not
completely spent, penis to come back to life.
	"Ummm uh...."
	"Did you wet your pants?"
	That'll work. Yeah that'll work ."I'm sorry."
	"It's okay. I've done it sometimes. Why didn't you go to the
bathroom?"
	"I didn't want to make you get up."
	"That's okay. I've got to go take my bath any way."
	"Okay well go ahead." Can't make anymore mistakes. God, I want to
see him naked. No. I can't do that now. Need to stay away for awhile.
	"Aren't you coming?"
	"I thought you were old enough to take a bath without being
watched."
	"Mom lets me if I want, but I thought you wanted to get in with
me. So you could wash off."
	"I'd better not. You're mom might get upset."
	"It's okay. I won't tell her you wet you pants and needed to wash
up."
	Why am I fighting? Just go with the flow.
	"Okay. Let's go take a bath."
	The two of them headed down the hall to the bathroom. David turned
the water on and set it to a warm level. When he turned back around he saw
Timmy with his dick sticking out over his underwear, peeing into the
toilet. It's so beautiful David thought as he stared at the dick in front
of him. It wasn't fully erect, nor limp. It was white with a pink
circumcised head. It seemed to call to David. Singing, "Suck me. Lick me.
Make me come." Timmy finished and shook off the last few drops and then
pulled his underwear down and off. Timmy stepped into the filling tub while
David watched his hard cheeks separate for a second giving him a glimpse of
the boy's little hole.
	"Aren't you going to take your clothes?"
	"Oh yeah," said David as he continued to stare at the naked boy in
the tub. He removed his shirt, displaying a hairless but well formed and
muscled chest along with a flat stomach. He then kicked off his shoes and
pulled off his socks. Next came his soiled pants. He stood there in front
of the boy, in his tented underwear, deciding if he really should do it. I
might as well.  He pulled his underwear down, revealing his engorged penis
to the curious stare of Timmy.
	And did Timmy stare. David liked that the boy was watching him as
much as he was watching the boy, but he felt he needed to get in the tub to
keep up with the cover story of being naked with the boy. After staring for
awhile, Timmy decided to get on with his bath and washed himself. David
continued to watch the naked boy in front of him, but did manage to wipe
his semen soaked bush clean. Unfortunately, the sight of the boy in front
of him kept his dick at full mast.
	After Timmy was done he said, "Oh I forgot, the towels are up in
that cupboard." He was pointing to a cupboard obviously too high for him to
get into.
	David got out and got the towels down. He dried himself off. He
held a towel open of Timmy in a calculated move. He hoped that the boy
would just come over and let him dry that beautiful young body. Timmy got
out and David's gamble paid off. He ran the towel over the boys shoulders,
and down his back, kneading the boys skin along the way. He caressed the
boys ass but kept moving not wanting to draw too much attention to what he
was doing. He continued down the back of the boy's legs He then went up the
front of the legs, savoring their sight and feel. It took a major effort of
will but he managed to keep himself from rubbing down the boy's hairless
dick and balls. The boy was engorged. This confused and excited David, but
he dismissed it as the bath. He rubbed the towel over Timmy's chest,
marveling at the smooth hairless texture of it and intrigued by the strange
beauty of a pair of erect nipples. He continued on drying arms, hair and
face.
	"David?"
	"Yeah?"
	"You forgot something."
	"What's that."
	"This," said Timmy as he shook his hard little dick at David.
	"Oh. Right," said David as he moved to dry boy's joy toy off. God
I don't know if I can stop myself. It looks like he wants me. Has to be my
imagination.
	He dried the dick lovingly, and rolled the boy's balls between his
fingers through the towel till they were dry too.
	"Okay, let's get you into some pajamas and into bed."
	Timmy lead the way to his room where he promptly laid down on top
of his covers.
	"Aren't you going to put your pj's on?"
	"Yeah in a minute. You want to sit on my bed? It's soft."
	"I suppose," said David as he sat down on the surprisingly soft
bed.
	"Hey you want to see something?"
	"I guess."
	Timmy jumped off the bed and walked to his dresser across the
room. David intently watched Timmy's ass as he walked across the room. As
Timmy retrieved something off the top of his dresser and returned, David's
gaze was glued to the boy's hard little dick. When Timmy got back he handed
David a rock.
	"What's this?" asked David.
	"It's a rock."
	"I never would have guessed."
	"It's a friendship rock. I gave it to you, so now you have to be my
friend," said Timmy as he got back on the bed.
	"That's okay, Timmy. You don't need to give me your rock. I'm
already your friend."
	"Really?"
	"Really."
	"Ummm if your my friend, can I ask you a question?"
	"Go ahead."
	"Why are our things all hard?"
	"Well probably different things. Your probably hard from the tub,
and you'd been playing with yourself earlier. That can make you hard."
	"I got hard when I saw your thing in the tub. Could that be it?
Seeing your thing I mean?"
	"I suppose."
	"You didn't say why you were hard."
	"I guess I got hard seeing your thing."
	"Can I touch your thing?"
	Ohhh. He wants to touch me. If I let him maybe he'll let me touch
him.
	"If I can touch yours."
	"Its a deal," said Timmy as he reached out and touched David's
dick.
	He's doing it.
	"Sometimes I move my hand up and down my peter like this and it
feels good. Does it feel good to you?"
	"Oh yeah. Keep doing that. Can you do it a little faster?"
	"Sure," said Timmy as he sped up his masturbation of his older
friend. Soon a stream of thick white liquid shot out of the end of David's
dick and landed several feet away. David's body spasmed and jerked with the
orgasm.
	"Are you okay?" asked Timmy.
	"Oh yeah. Thanks."
	"Did you pee again.?"
	"No. I came. It feels even better than just playing with yourself.
You want me to show you?"
	"It doesn't hurt? It looked like you were hurt."
	"No. It doesn't hurt. It's the best feeling in the world. Let me
show you. Lay down."
	"Okay."
	David ran his hands over his young lover and caressed his dick. He
started to jerk him off slowly.
	"Does that hurt?"
	"No. It feels nice, like when I do it, but better."
	"Then you'll really like this," said David as he lowered his mouth
to the boy's penis and slurped it in. Oh my God. Sucking him is getting me
hard again. He feels so soft and hard at the same time. No real taste. Must
be the bath.
	"Oh God. Don't stop. It feels..... sooo..... good."
	It took a while, almost three minutes of sucking on the little boy
before David saw him shake and shudder.
	"Pretty good huh?"
	"Do it again. Please. Please do it again."
	David again lowered his head to Timmy's crotch and ran his tongue
over the now soft penis. After a few seconds it grew and he sucked it into
his mouth. David then ran his hands over Timmy's chest and caressed his
nipples. He played with the excited nipples as he continued to suck the
boy's dick. Timmy moaned, cooed, and ahhhed to his friend's
ministrations. It took longer this time, but Timmy came again.
	Now what? Should I ask him to suck me or something else? Maybe I
should... Oh no. Ten fifty, David thought as he looked at the clock on
Timmy's wall. His parents'll be back any minute.
	"Quick, put your pajamas on your parents will be home any minute."
	"You'd better get your clothes on too."
	David moved quickly, and dressed even more quickly. He finished
none too soon. As he tucked his shirt in he heard the door open. He headed
out to the front hall, where he met the Andersons.
	"Hi. You guys have a good time?"
	"It was a very pleasant evening. I hope Timmy wasn't too much
trouble. Oh there he is." Timmy came down the hall and joined them.
	"No. He was a good kid."
	"Well thanks for watching him, and here's thirty for the night."
	"Thank you Mr. Anderson. And good night Timmy."
	"Daddy?"
	"Yes Timmy?"
	"Next time can David watch me instead of Debby?"
	"I suppose. If he wants to that is."
	"Anytime, Mr. Anderson. Anytime."