Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2009 19:53:01 -0500 From: Nick O'Thyme Subject: Mango Season Mango Season Copyright Nick O'Thyme 2009. All comments/feedback welcome: upsi_dazy@excite.com *** WARNING *** This story contains graphically explicit descriptions of consensual sex acts between adults & children. If such things offend you, please click back on your browser now. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real events and/or people is purely coincidental. Please download/print this work for your own libraries. *** Nick permits reposting of his work on other sites on condition that no payment is required to access that site. *** Chapter One There are only three seasons up north. The dry season, when it does not rain for seven months; the wet season, when it rains daily for four months; and mango season, the four weeks between the dry and wet seasons. Mango season in the worst of the three. The humidity gets so high that even thinking will get the sweat running off you. So, when Danny asked me to move in to his cousin's flat with him, I said yes. Three weeks had passed since my arrival in town, and the heat was still wreaking havoc on me. I was staying in a squat, squalid, boarding house with small rooms, big rent, and no fans or air con. Danny and I had been best friends since first grade. When we were eleven, his father's work took him north. Although we had kept in touch, it had been the best part of a decade since we had seen each other. I had met Danny's cousin, Steve, the day after flying into town. He was a year older than Danny and I, and lived with his girlfriend in a questionable suburb of the northern capital. Although he was a trained chef, Steve was a star player with a local football team. There was even talk that one of the NRL clubs may pick him up. Danny and I went over to Steve's to discuss the arrangements. The flat had only two bedrooms, so Danny and I would be sharing. There was no problem there. Steve and his fiancée Sally had the front bedroom. The flat had a large, open plan living room and kitchen, separated by a breakfast bar, and a large bathroom and toilet. There were six flats in the block, three upstairs, and three down. Steve's was downstairs, right at the front of the building. In the six months that I lived there, I only ever met the occupants of one other flat. Flat number two was home to Abraham -- Abe, as he preferred - and his son, Ben. In his early sixties, Abe was from some eastern European country that no longer existed. He ran a fruit and vegetable stall at the local night markets. His thirty-year-old mail order bride had taken off after giving birth to Ben, five years earlier. Ben had sandy brown hair, big, green eyes, and a gorgeous smile. He usually ran about the building in shorts and no shirt. For Ben, that was over dressing. More often than not, I would see him playing in the yard in only his underpants. Even when his father brought him in to our place for a game of cards and a cold drink, Ben would wear very little. It did not take long for me to fall in love with Ben. Whenever I heard him outside, I would sit in the living room and watch him through the window. Luckily, Steve's television was on that wall, so it was never obvious that I was checking out my little neighbour. A couple of weeks after moving in with Danny and Steve, Ben knocked on our open front door. `Daddy sent me to ask Nick if he'd come to our house,' Ben told us when we called him in to the flat. I pondered the reason for the summons. Had Abe noticed the way that I watched his son? Ben led me into Number 2. The flat was a mirror image of our place. When Abe heard Ben and I come in, he emerged from one of the bedrooms. I was relieved to see that he was smiling. It looked like my secret was still just that. `Ah, Nick! Thanks for coming. I want to talk to you about Ben.' My heart jumped to my mouth. `I have to go to work tonight. My partner is sick, so I'll be at the stall by myself. I won't be able to watch Ben, and I can't get a sitter for him. We were wondering if you'd mind looking after him.' The smile I gave Abe was one of joy and relief. `No problem. Of course I'll sit Ben for you.' `Thanks. I have to leave at half past four, so pop over just before then.' I told Ben and Abe that I would see them later on, and went back to my place to count down the hours until I would be alone with Ben. Just before 4.30, I knocked on the open door of number 2. Ben was on the couch watching Bugs Bunny cartoons. His eyes never left the television screen as he invited me in. That gave me a chance to check him out without his noticing. As usual, Ben was naked to the waist. He was clad only in a pair of loose-legged shorts, his legs apart, one foot on the couch, the other dangling above the floor. From the doorway, I could see most of the way up his shorts, but not quite as far as his crotch. Abe gave me some instructions and told Ben to behave for me, before heading off to pick up the truck and go to the markets. Ben and I watched the rest of the cartoons. After that, Ben got his Sega out, and we played Wonder Boy for a while. Although I could finish the game at the arcade, I did not do too well playing it that evening. I was sitting on the couch while Ben lay on the floor, closer to the TV. He was on his stomach, legs spread in the air behind him. From my vantage point, I could see straight up the legs of Ben's shorts. He did not have any underpants on - I could his little arsehole, and the back of his ball sack. I felt my cock stirring in my pants. The sight of Ben's beautiful pink hole winking at me filled me with an urge to be inside it. I did not care what part of me - finger, tongue, cock. My hand slid into my shorts. I had to adjust my rapidly stiffening cock. Just as I did, Ben turned around to see why I had not begun my turn on the game. He saw me pull my hand out, and stared at the bulge that my seven-inch cock made. `You've got a sticky!' Ben giggled. `A what?' I tried to play dumb. `A sticky. Your doodle's sticking out'. I decided there was no point trying to hide the fact. `Yeah, so?' `You must have a big doodle. Daddy's doodle gets big when he has a sticky. Mine doesn't.' A look of disappointment replaced Ben's lovely smile. `Yours must get bigger than normal when you get a sticky?' I asked, curious to see how far I could take things. `Yeah, it gets a bit longer and harder, but it's still small. I wish it was bigger.' `It'll get bigger when you get older,' I reassured him. `Everyone's doodle does. C'mon,' I tried getting Ben to focus on the Sega. `It's your turn.' `How big? As big as yours and Daddy's?' Ben was not about to let the subject drop. Not that I was going to complain. `That's hard to say, buddy. It depends on the boy, I suppose. Everyone's doodle is different.' The topic of the conversation was not helping the condition of my own doodle, to use Ben's phrasing. `When I was your age, I used to play with my doodle and stretch it to make it grow faster.' `Did it work?' `Yep. It's big now, and it was fun doing it. Felt good, too,' I replied. `Nick, can I ask you something?' I watched an idea form in Ben's mind. Things were going exactly where I had hoped they would. `Of course, buddy. You can ask me anything.' `If I play with my doodle and stretch it, do you think it'll help it grow?' `It might. You'll never know if you don't try it, will you?' In one deft movement, Ben stood up, shed his shorts, and sprang on to the couch. Cautiously thrilled by this unexpected turn off events, I looked down at the now naked boy sitting as close to me as he could get without being on my lap. Ben's trimmed little cock looked very touchable. `Um, Ben, what are you doing, buddy?' `Aren't you gonna teach me how to make my doodle grow?' There is a God, I thought. `Well, if you're sure that you want me to.' `Yes. I want you to show me how to do it.' Well, if he was going to insist. `Okay, then. First, you have to get a sticky. Show me how you do that.' Ben took his boyhood in his hand, and began to shake it as you do after going to the bathroom. Slowly his cock began to harden. It was all I could do to stop myself from reaching down and grabbing it. When he was fully erect, Ben let go of his cock and looked at me. `What about your doodle?' he asked. `What about it?' `Aren't you gonna play with it?' Ben was disappointed. `Tell you what; we'll get you going first. Then I'll get mine out. How's that sound?' `No. I wanna to see it.' `Okay.' I stood up and removed my own shorts and jocks. Ben gasped as he got his first glimpse of my fully erect, seven-inch hard on. `Wow! Yours is big! Can we make mine grow that much?' `Well, it'll take a long time. We can start though.' I sat back on the couch next to Ben, unable to keep my eyes off his little boner, or my hands off my own cock. `Watch how I do it,' I instructed my young apprentice. `Put your thumb and fingers in a circle. That's it. Now, slide your hand up and down your doodle.' It took Ben a few attempts to get the hand movement right. `That's the way. How does that feel?' `Feels nice.' Answering my question broke his concentration, and he lost the rhythm of his stroke. `Can you do it for me? Please, Nick?' Ben was close to tears. `Alright. You have to promise to tell me if you want me to stop, though. Okay?' `Okay.' I teased Ben by running a finger around his belly button a couple of times, before tracing a line down to his gorgeous little cock. Ben moaned with pleasure as I slid my thumb and forefinger up and down his three-inch erection. `Oh yes. You like that, don't you?' I said, more to myself than to Ben. Without any warning, I felt Ben's hand grip my own cock. His little fingers could barely reach round my shaft, as he began to mimic the way the way that this own little doodle was being handled. After a couple of minutes, I tried to reach over with my other hand and massage Ben's tight little ball sack. Our positions on the couch, though, made access awkward. `Hang on, buddy,' I told Ben as I disengaged myself and prised his hand from my own cock. `This isn't going to work. Stand up.' I sat up straight on the couch. `Okay,' I said, pulling him closer. `This is how we're going to do this. You sit on my knee facing me, and put your legs over mine.' Ben did as he was told. I helped him into position, and went back to pulling and stroking his gorgeous five-year-old boy part. Now I had easier access to his balls, and traced a finger down and around his little sack. Ben tried to copy what I was doing to him. It was a valiant effort, and I certainly enjoyed the attention. There was no doubt that Ben was a quick learner, but a few more lessons would be required. I had no qualms about providing further tutoring. Ben was certainly enjoying himself. He leant back slightly, eyes closed, moaning in ecstasy at the wonderful new sensations running down his stiff cock, and into the rest of his body. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and pushed his cock harder into my hand. The look on his face was one that I'll never forget. `What's happening?' Ben gasped. `My doodle feels all tingly!' I knew exactly what was happening - and increased the friction on Ben's cock. `It's okay. That's meant to happen. It's a special feeling that you get when you play with your doodle for a while. You like it?' `It's great! Can I make you get one?' This was something that I had not thought about. Yes, I would have loved Ben to get me off. I needed to get off! But the thought of blowing in front of a five-year-old boy the first time we had sex, was something I was a bit wary of. How would he react to seeing cum for the first time? Would it scare him off? How would I explain what it was and why it came out of my dick? I decided to deny Ben his request. `That would be nice, buddy,' I told him, still working on his cock and tickling the area between the back of his ball sack and his arsehole. `Not tonight, though. We have to get you to bed before Daddy gets home.' `Can I make you get a tingle next time you look after me, please Nick? Oh, it really tingles now!' Ben began squirming on my lap, his two-handed grip on my own cock tighter than ever as he reached the full heights of his first orgasm. My hand tightened around Ben's boyhood as his body convulsed with pleasure. Eventually Ben began to soften, and I let his little cock drop down against his balls. `How was that? Did you enjoy it?' `Oh, yes. It was great! Can we do that again next time? I'll ask Daddy if you can look after me all the time. Please say yes!' How could I disappoint such a beautiful boy? And such a keen student of the art of man-boy love, to boot! `Okay. Next time I come to look after you, we'll do this again. But there's something that you have to promise me, okay?' `Okay. I promise.' Ben was eager to please. `You have to practise getting your doodle to tingle every night after you go to bed, or it won't grow. Can you do that?' Ben nodded his acceptance of my first condition. `And, you have to promise that you won't tell anybody else that we do this. That's very important, okay. Some people think that men shouldn't play with their doodles with little boys. It'll be our secret, okay.' `Okay, I promise. Do we have to pinkie swear?' `If you want to you.' He did. Ben decided that he wanted to stay naked until it was bedtime. I, however, thought it safer to put my clothes back on. A naked five-year-old in his own home is easy enough to explain. People may find a naked male babysitter a bit harder to deal with. We went back to playing Wonder Boy until nine o'clock, when it was time for Ben to go to bed. Ben went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and go to the toilet. I stood in the doorway, where I could see his cock as he relieved himself. Knowing that I was watching, Ben moved round to the far side of the bowl, so that I could see the golden stream issuing from his flaccid boy part. `Can you put my `jamas on for me?' Ben asked me once we were in his bedroom. I told him that I could, and sat on the bed in front of him as he stepped into the pair of Thomas the Tank Engine boxers that served as Ben's pyjamas. Just before I pulled them up over his little cock, I leant forward and gave his boy part a quick kiss. `Do that again,' Ben giggled as I flicked the elastic of the shorts against his waist. `Okay, but then it's time for bed.' I pulled the front of his pants out and down, planting a second, longer kiss on his cock. `Come on, buddy. Into bed.' Ben climbed into bed, and I pulled the sheet up over him. `You've been very good tonight, Ben,' I congratulated him. `I'll tell Daddy how well you behaved. Don't forget to practise getting your tingle every night.' I leant over the bed and kissed him on the forehead. `Sweet dreams, buddy.' Turning on the nightlight, I headed for the bedroom door. Ben called me back. `Nick?' `Yes, Ben?' `I love you.' `I love you too, buddy. Goodnight.' In the living room, I packed up Ben's Sega, and put the Broncos v Dragons game on. Then I headed to the bathroom for a pull. My evening with Ben had left me so horny that I came in a personal best time. The next load that I shot in Abe's flat, I told myself, could well be with Ben. I hoped that that would be the case. To be continued.