Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2009 10:39:52 +1030 From: Nick O'Thyme Subject: mango season chapter3 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 3 Tuesday was Social Security day. That usually meant hanging out at the mall. This Tuesday was no different. Well, to start with, anyway. I was sitting at my usual table in the food hall, when I spotted a guy I had met through Danny and Steve. He was the sort of person that you could go could quite happily never meet in your lifetime. Normally I would have hoped that he would not see me. Today, however, I called him over to my table. There was only one reason. 'Hi, Paul,' I greeted him. 'Haven't seen you for a few weeks. Who's your friend?' `Matt, this is my friend Nick. Nick, this Matt.' Paul introduced me to a drop dead gorgeous boy of twelve or thirteen. As I mentally undressed the boy, I the feeling that he was doing the same to me. `Nick lives Steve Dunn. Isn't that right, Nick?' `Really? The Steve Dunn?' `Yep, the Steve Dunn,' I laughed. `Not for much longer though. He's moving to Sydney tonight.' `Could I come to your house and meet Steve? He's my favourite Crocs' player. I wish he wasn't going to play for the Roosters, though. I'm a Dragons fan.' `I don't see why not. Do you need to call anyone and say where you're going,' I asked. `No. Paul's works with my brother. Can you tell him that I'm going to a friend's house, please Paul?' `No problem. Better get going or I'll be late again.' Paul got up to leave. `Have fun you two,' he winked at me. `Don't do anything I wouldn't enjoy!' On the way home, Matt and I exchanged a bit of information about ourselves. Matt had turned twelve eight weeks earlier, and was in Year 7 at the local primary school. Although he liked to watch league games on TV, Matt was not really interested in sports or outside activities. He preferred books to footballs. His slight physique, quiet voice, and lack of interest in rough housing, explained why Matt had no friends his own age. When we arrived at my place, I introduced him to Steve and the others. Steve was very patient with Matt's gushing about being such a huge fan, and having seen every Crocs game since Steve started playing with them two seasons ago. Matt came away with an autographed picture of Steve in his Crocs gear. Matt and I took our drinks outside and sat on the stairs. I was totally unprepared for what happened next. `I'm gettin' hairs on my willy,' Matt announced. `Look!' Before I could say anything, Matt pulled the front of his shorts down. I had a perfect view of a lovely, thickening, uncut cock. The only problem was that half of the street had the same view if they chose to look out their window just then. I could not see any hair, but I did not want to offend my new friend – not if he was the sort of friend who would offer me his cock without prompting. `Cool. You'd better put that away before someone sees.' `I got three hairs. How many have you got?' I liked this boy. `Um, I don't know. The last time I counted them, I wasn't much older than you are.' `Can I see them? `Sure, I guess so. Not out here though. Later, when it's quieter inside. Okay?' We finished our drinks and went in, waiting for a chance to check out each other's cocks. Instead of getting quieter, the flat got even busier. Friends of Steve's - and people who claimed to be – turned up to wish their newest sporting hero all the best in his career with Sydney City. Matt was just as impatient to see my cock as I was to see his again. Eventually I decided that something had to be done. `Steve, we're running out of mixers, and I need smokes. Matt and I'll go up to the supermarket for supplies.' Behind the local shops, there was a derelict public toilet block. These days it was only used as a beat by men and the occasional horny schoolboy. As soon as we got to the shops, I took Matt to the run down toilet block. After checking that nobody else was there, we went into a cubicle. `Okay,' I said, locking the door behind me. `Let's have a proper look at this hair of yours.' Matt pulled his shorts and undies down, letting them fall to his feet. I squatted in front of him for a closer look at his beautiful, near pubescent cock. A close inspection revealed three soft, fair pubic hairs flattened against the bottom of Matt's boy mound. I traced a finger over them, prompting a giggle from their owner. `They're nice and soft,' I complimented him. `When you get a bit older, they get harder.' I brushed his peach fuzz with a finger again. Matt's cock twitched at my touch. `You got any hairs on your nuts, yet?' Without waiting for an answer, I took his cock in one hand and his developing sack in the other. Tracing a finger over the soft skin feeling for hair, Matt's cock twitched and began to stiffen. For a boy barely past his twelfth birthday, Matt's cock was developing nicely. By the time he was completely hard, his cock was a good four inches from base to tip, and three and a half around the shaft. Matt's foreskin crept back just far enough to reveal a perfectly shaped knob. I ran a finger over his piss slit before gently sliding his foreskin up over the tip and back down to the base of his beautiful cock. Despite Matt's moans of pleasure, I let go of his boyhood, and stood up. `That felt great,' gasped Matt. `Why'd you stop?' `I didn't know that you wanted me to keep going. Do you play with it much?' `Yeah. Every night in bed. What about you?' `Pretty much the same,' I laughed. `Feels good, doesn't it?' `Oh, yeah! Can I see yours now?' `Of course.' I slowly lowered my shorts, letting the elastic catch on my seven-inch hard on, causing it to bob up and down. `You've already got a boner,' Matt giggled. `What did you expect, looking at your lovely cock and playing with it?' `You've got a big one! And it's real hairy!' `Well, I am nine years older than you. Your cock's perfect for a boy your age.' `My brother's willy wasn't this big until he was thirteen,' Matt chuckled. `I hope mine gets bigger than his.' His faced reddened slightly. `Um, can I touch it?' `Of course you can. That's what you wanted isn't it?' Matt reached out, hesitantly brushing a finger over my pubic hair. Then, making up his mind, grasped my cock, squeezing it. `Mmm. That's good,' I moaned. `You've got a nice, gentle touch. Show me how you play with yourself.' `Like this, most of the time.' Matt placed an open hand on either side of my hard on. Then he began rubbing his hands together, as if warming them up. The friction on my cock was wonderful, as Matt worked his hands up and down my shaft. It was not long before I was on the verge of blowing. `Matt, you'd better stop,' I moaned reluctantly. `Why?' Matt looked at me quizzically. `Are you gonna squirt?' `Uh, yeah.' `Cool!' Matt increased the friction on my cock. `You want to see it?' `Yeah! I've never seen squirt, before.' `Okay then,' I laughed. `You can see me squirt. Just make sure you don't get any on your clothes. I don't know how we'd explain that.' We moved closer to the toilet bowl, and Matt resumed pulling - or rather, rubbing – me off. It was not long before I was again warning Matt that I was about to shoot my load. Matt kept rubbing my cock between his hands as I painted the rim of the toilet with my hot, white, cum. `Wow, you squirt a lot,' Matt complimented me. `Thanks. You will too, when you get a bit older. Would like me to pull you off, now?' I gave Matt's still hard cock a squeeze. `Yes please.' I lowered the toilet seat, and sat down to pull Matt off. Again, I slid his foreskin up over the tip of his knob, then back down to the base of his boy part. With each pump, the tightness and speed of my hand increased. I cupped Matt's tight ball sack in my other hand, tracing patterns on the soft, thin skin with a finger tip. As Matt came closer to his dry, young boy orgasm, I could feel his balls tighten. Gently massaging them as I increased the speed of my hand sliding up and down his cock, I helped Matt to his climax. `That was sweet,' he gasped as he slumped back against the wall of the toilet cubicle. `It's never felt that good before.' `That's because you've never had anyone helping you before. C'mon,' I patted his softening cock. `We'd better get the shopping and go back. The others will be wondering where we got to. Before we do though, just turn round for a sec. Let me see your arse.' Matt raised an eyebrow and smiled as he did a little spin for me. `Very nice! Okay, let's go'. `Aren't you forgetting something?' Matt asked. `I showed you my arse, so you have to show me yours.' `Okay,' I chuckled. `That's fair.' Matt and I did our shopping, and then slowly walked back to my place. On the way we talked about jerking off, cum, and other stuff that curious twelve year old boys want to know about. We had just turned the corner into our street, when Matt made another of his unexpected statements. `I'd love to try sucking a willy. If I sleep over, can I suck yours, please Nick? You can suck mine too, of course. That'd be neat, I reckon, someone sucking my willy while I suck theirs.' Whenever I meet a boy, I can tell if he will be open to sexual interaction with other boys or men. The second that I saw Matt in the food hall that morning, I could sense that he was one of those boys. `You'd better phone home and check with your folks, though.' `Dad won't care. He doesn't even notice me when I'm there. I could stay out for a month and he wouldn't know. Please say I can stay, Nick. Please!' `If it means that much to you, you can stay. You'll have to be careful what you say until the others have gone, though. No telling them that you're staying over to get your hot little boner sucked. Okay?' Matt agreed, and we rejoined the little gathering for Steve's departure. To Be Continued...