Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2024 01:46:23 +0000
From: plz234plz <plz234plz@proton.me>
Subject: Stevie and Brian - New Series, Chapter 1

Stevie and Brian -- Chapter 1

Written at the suggestion of Tboner.

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That morning Stevie enjoyed being able to lie in till gone 9. In was the
first Saturday of the summer holidays, which meant no more school and no
more home work for six whole weeks. As he lay there still somewhere
between dreams and consciousness, his ten year old cock made its presence
felt. He'd stopped wearing his pyjamas some time ago, although he still
kept up the pretence of doing otherwise by putting them on every evening
before bedtime when he went to clean his teeth before his mum came to
tuck him in and kiss him goodnight.

His hand automatically reached between his legs and brushed past his
stiffness cupping his balls as he still lay on his side, knees drawn up
in an almost foetal position. It felt so nice like that, and he imagined
that it was mum or someone who was cuddling him from behind and gently
stroking his private parts.

The dull ache in his bladder was becoming impossible to ignore, so he
reluctantly rolled over onto his back, and back the bed sheets. He stole
a another moment, just lying there naked, stroking his hand lightly
across his smooth chest, toying with his nipples each time his fingers
brushed over them. He paused and pinched the right nipple hard, and kept
on squeezing harder and harder; it was one of the games that he'd
discovered during his frequent explorations of his young body and
pleasures that he he'd been discovering.

The sound of the radio filtering up from the kitchen below snapped him
out of his reverie and he finally swung his knees over the edge of the
bed and got up. As he stood there naked with his semi stiff cock pointing
out, he stretched and turned to face the window. The morning sun was
streaming in through the open curtains, and as he rolled his neck from
side to side and arched his back another favourite fantasy came to mind.
Keeping his arms outstretched he took a step towards the window hoping
that Mrs Campbell or her young daughter Karen, would see him.

It was only the urgent need to pee that stopped it turning into a long
and pleasurable wank. Opening his bedroom door, Stevie paused for a
moment, listening carefully for any signs of life. Dad would be at work
no doubt, and his younger brother would have been up on time for football
practice so it should be just Mum and him at home. The sound of the radio
and muffled noises of pans or baking trays form the kitchen assured him
that this was the case and he padded barefoot and naked across the
landing to the bathroom. The need to pee was now very urgent so he
hurried in and sat down on the toilet without bothering to close or lock
the door. He was desperate, he told himself as the stream of warm piss
splashed against the ceramic bowl. `I was desperate,' he repeated
silently to himself practicing the excuse for not locking the door. His
10 year old mind was good at this, and needing the toilet was one he
relied on frequently when he was outdoors. Stevie didn't know why but
ever since he'd discovered how good it felt to play with his cock more
than 3 years ago, he'd realised that doing it outdoors and even in risky
places added to the pleasure hugely, it was a heady mix of fear and
excitement that fuelled the conflict in his pre-teen mind between logic
and the hormones that were beginning to change him.

Shaking off the last few drops from his now much deflated cock, he stood
and turned towards the mirror. He took a step closer as he scrutinised
himself. His chest was still bare and smooth, he raised an arm and
looked, nothing under there either. Leaning in closer he tried to examine
his chin and face before the mirror steamed up. There was just the
slightest hint of a shadow on his upper lip, but the mirror fogged up
before he could be sure and his attention moved down below. There didn't
seem to be much of a change, if any, but over the last 3 or 4 weeks there
definitely a few hairs that were a bit longer and darker, if you looked
closely.

As he walked back across the landing Stevie notice that his Mum's
bedroom door was open. He paused, listening intently for any sounds of
movement. A muffled clunk followed by the sound of the back door closing
told him that Mum was taking the washing out to hang and dry. Perfect.
His hand went instantly to his flaccid cock as he continued across the
landing and into her room. Even he couldn't come up with an excuse for
being naked in her room but it felt so deliciously naughty as he walked
around his parents double bed and stood in front of her dressing table,
and watched his hand sliding up and down his rapidly hardening cock. It
didn't take long to get it back to full mast, and his hand slowed, and
he squeezed the muscles in his groin making his bum clench and his
erection strain upwards. He let his hands drop to his sides as repeatedly
tensed and relaxed the muscles making his erection bounce up and down --
another of his naughty little games.

There was no point taking any chances so he hurried over to the chest of
drawers and opened the top one. He'd only done this once before, a few
weeks ago, but at least this time he knew where to go. It was only half
full, which made sense as she'd been doing the weekly wash. He carefully
lifted the pile of remaining panties out and placed them on the top of
the chest of drawers. As he started to look through them, trying not to
ruffle the way they'd been folded, he heard a noise downstairs which
sounded like the back door and his heart jumped into his mouth. He took
the pair form the bottom of the pile and put them to one side before
quickly putting the rest back into the drawer and closing it. Clutching
the pair he'd grabbed, he hurried back to his own room and shut the door
behind him. As he got his breath back under control he held out his prize
in both hands and looked at them excitedly. These ones were different,
last time he'd just snatched the pair at the top of the pile -- they
were a plain beige, flesh kind of colour with no trims or decoration at
all, but these ones were black, with a lace trim around the top and the
legs and a little bow in the centre of the waist.

He smiled to himself, and after carefully folding them back in half he
put them in the front pocket of his small back-pack. His mind was already
back in over-drive, and he figured that if he could be down in the
kitchen eating breakfast by the time Mum came back in from the garden
then she'd have no reason to suspect him. Grabbing the first t-shirt
that came out the drawer and a pair of old cut-downs, he was dressed and
downstairs in under a minute, and poring milk on his bowl of cereal as
his Mum walked back into the kitchen.

"Oh, finally back in the land of the living then?" his mum said
teasingly as she ruffled his hair. Stevie ignored her and carried his
bowl over to the table. Once seated, he sprinkled a large spoonful of
sugar over his breakfast and then took his first mouthful. Before he'd
swallowed it all down he answered her, "C'mon Mum, it's the first day
of the holidays." He was half expecting a reprimand for speaking with
his mouthful, but that was why he'd done it, it was his way of teasing
her back. His mum glanced over at him and smiled.

"I know Son, so enjoy your freedom while you can. I know how hard
you've been studying with your schoolwork this year, I'm really proud
of you -- and so's Dad, but you know he doesn't always say things like
that."

His mother walked around behind him and put her hands on his shoulders,
rubbing them gently. She bent forward and whispered,

"Tell you what, if you mow the grass before the end of the week, without
being asked, I'll cover for you and you won't have any other chores --
deal?"

This time did finish his mouthful, before turning his head to reply to
her. "Thanks Mum, you know I will, and I love you."

To his utmost surprise his Mum kissed him on the lips and kept her mouth
there a bit longer than either of them had expected.

She straightened up and ruffled his hair again, breaking the tension. As
she stepped back over to check the oven she quipped -- "So any plans,
young man?"

There was something about the way she asked, she'd only just started
calling him that...

It was left hanging when Stevie replied -- "Na, not really, just gonna
go out exploring on the bike, see if I can find summ'it that Granddad
don't know..."

That made them both smile and chuckle.

********

Ten minutes later Stevie was cycling out of the council estate and long
the main road. Another 2 minutes and he took the turning off down the
lane that lead out to the woods. Once he passed the factories at the top,
and rounded the corner by the caravan park he slowed down and took deep
lungful's of fresh air. From here on he was out of town and free. He
knew the whole area for many miles in all directions from the long
country walks

They went on with Granddad each Sunday. Mum often told him that the
countryside was their church, which was true in a way; he certainly loved
it and the freedom that it offered. That morning though, his thoughts
returned to his cock, although that was pretty much the norm now whenever
he could get away and be alone. He thought about the pair of his mum's
panties that he'd smuggled out with him and considered when he's be
able to try them on. As he let the bike freewheel under its own steam as
he considered his options, running through a variety of situations
assessing the risks. He'd been developing these games for the last two
years since his eighth birthday, adding more and more dares as he'd
discovered the thrill and excitement of being horny outdoors, and made a
decision.

After he'd passed the farm and continued on passed the turning leading
over to the village, he slowed the bike, and keeping one hand on the
handles bars, he reached for the button of his shorts. Once that was
undone he pulled down the zip and opened them at the waist; with a bit of
manoeuvring he tugged at the cut-downs as he raised his bum from the
saddle, and after few more pulls his shorts were bunched around his
thighs. Raising his bum from the saddle again he felt his balls and
pulled them forward as he sat back down on the saddle which pushed his
rapidly hardening cock out and up. He grinned to himself as he resumed
pedalling slowly with his cock ripped firmly in his fingers. He matched
the strokes to the slow steady rhythm of the pedals and was soon rock
hard. It was a lovely July morning and would no doubt be a scorcher by
mid-day, but here in the lane, in the shade of the high banks and hedge
rows it was pleasantly shady, the only breeze coming from his momentum on
the bike.

He wanted to stop and take his tshirt off, but decided to wait. Although
the lane was quiet he needed to keep his ears and eyes open, there could
be a horse rider or tractor around any corner. He didn't know why, but
the risk of being seen excited him and scared him in equal amounts. That
was thrill of it, and it made his cock throb in his hand as he rolled his
foreskin quickly back and forth over the ridge of his knob making it
tingle. Now that his hard-n was raging he pulled the skin all the way
back and left it there so his shiny purple knob was exposed. He let his
hand hang idly by his side, steering the bike with one hand as he
savoured the feeling of the air blowing around his knob. Instead of going
back to rubbing it, he began tensing the muscles in his groin
rhythmically making his whole cock swell and twitch up each time the
blood was pumped in. With each slight bump in the road sending waves of
pleasure into his balls and the ridge that ran back to his arse the
effect was amazing.

`Two more corners,' he thought to himself. Two more corners and he'd
have competed the first part of the dare that he'd set himself. The
gentle down hill slope meant all that he to really focus on was steering
with one hand, and he could focus on what his other hand and cock were
doing. He brought his right hand up to his mouth, and after swirling his
tongue around a few times he let a whole mouthful of saliva drop into his
cupped fingers. In one swift movement he moved his hand down, keeping it
palm up and wrapped it around his straining knob. The sensations of his
now wet and slippery fingers wrapped around the ridge at the top of his
shaft was exquisite, and he soon went back up for another mouthful and
after rubbing it all over his knob again he looked down at his glistening
cock. He tensed all the muscles at the base and held them tight, making
his cock strain upwards swollen as the veins stood out. He was holding
his breath with the exertion, his eyes half closed, enjoying every
sensation as the air blew freely around his exposed privates. He was in
heaven.

The sound of a car approaching, and already close brought him rapidly
back to his senses and he managed to brake and turn the bike into the
gateway of a field. He quickly stuffed his erection into his shorts as he
pulled them up tried to fasten the button while still standing astride
the bike. Luckily he was facing away from the road as the car passed and
continued up the lane. His pulse was racing as he stood there clutching
the waist of his short together with his stiff cock and purple knob still
standing out of the fly.

"Close one," he said to himself under his breath, before breaking out
into a wide grin as he relaxed and gave his aching cock a couple of
gentle strokes. "Not long now," he said, speaking to his cock, which
responded with flick upwards. He gave it one more rub before manoeuvring
it back under the denim and succeeded in getting the button done up. He
didn't bother with the zip, knowing that in just a few more minutes
he'd be in the woods, and the shorts would be in his back-pack. Or so he
thought.

Stevie set off down the lane again, smiling to himself and gently stoking
his still very hard cock through the faded denim of his shorts. Within a
couple of minutes he'd got to the top of hill where the woods started
and his mind was already thinking ahead to what he'd be doing and where
as he rounded the last corner.

He slowed the bike as the entrance to the main path came into view. Too
his surprise there was an old looking car already parked there, tucked in
close to the hedge, but still partially blocking the gate.

He was more curious than disappointed or annoyed as he got off his bike
to assess the situation. `Probly some Townie,' he muttered to himself
as he lent the bike against the fence. After taking a closer look and
noticing the blanket on the backseat, of what was a pretty old and muddy
looking Morris, he mulled it over. `Dog walker? -- yes, more than
likely.' `Townie? -- Maybe not, it certainly didn't look like it was
the first time the car had seen some mud -- so a local from one of the
villages ? -- that would explain why they had no qualms about parking
here, when technically it was a Bridle-way. Stevie had hos Grandfather to
thank for his knowledge of the local countryside, which was more than
useful at times like this. He pondered his options for a while and got
his water bottle from the backpack strapped to rack of his bicycle.

If he left the bike here and went in this way as he'd planned, he'd
have no way of knowing when he might bump into the man, and that would
spoil his plans, plus the owner of the car would see his bike, but there
again he'd be leaving.  Options, options...

Stevie took a gulp of water, and screwed the top back on carefully -- it
had to last all day. `Go down to the bottom path, and leave the bike in
the hedge, hidden.' That sounded like the best plan, if it was a local
they'd know all the paths -- so he'd have to keep extra alert, but he
doubted that anyone would park here and come back via the bottom path --
they'd have to walk all the way up the steep hill. Ok, decision.

Stevie was back on the bike and after a few quick pedals he was hurtling
down the lane enjoying the thrill of the speed. He wasn't stupid and
applied both brakes well before the corner. Meeting anything on that bend
at speed -- car, horse or worse still a tractor would be very bad news.

He free-wheeled down the rest of the hill smiling again, and a minute
later pulled up at the entrance to the lower path. He undid the bungees
and hung his sll backpack on the fence post, then fastened them back on
the rack. He wheeled the bike off the path behind a Holly tree and locked
it to the fence. It was out of sight, not that he could imagine anyone
bothering to steal it, it was just the way he did things.

Grabbing his back-pack and slipping it over his shoulders, he climbed the
stile and set off into the woods at last, already calculating his next
move. This was only a footpath, and from what Granddad had told him, very
few people used it now. It ran along the bottom of the woods, this first
stretch ran along the edge of the wood near the Old Manor House. There
was little chance of seeing anyone here. Stevie scanned his eyes around
the wood, looking for signs of any recent activity. Nothing.

After a hundred yards or so the path turned to the right and down a small
hill. Stevie smiled, a few more steps and he'd be completely out of
sight from the lane. After running a few more calculations of
possibilities through is active young mind he walked off the path and
slowly across to a fallen tree that was lying horizontally. It still
amazed him that a tree of this size, even though fallen, who knows how
many years, ago could keep growing, but it did. Just a few roots left in
the ground were enough to support abundant new growth, with new branches
growing upwards at right angles to the old trunk. Whilst these thoughts
had occupied his mind he'd also unfastened the button of his shorts and
slipped his hand inside feeling his still semi hard cock.

He took the small rucksack of his shoulders, at the same time letting his
shorts fall to the ground. After hanging the back-pack from a broken
branch Stevie shuffled round and sat down on the old fallen tree. He
undid the laces of his trainers and took them off, quickly followed by
his shorts and then socks. Next he pulled the tshirt over his head and
dropped it on the pile in front of him. This was the moment that he'd
been waiting for. He stood up.

Normally (if that applied to these situations), he'd hide the pile of
clothes somewhere, but here, there was no need. The game had just gone up
a level.

Looking around he spotted a nice mature Oak about 50 yards away, and
taking his semi hard cock in his hand he started walking naked towards
it. It was impossible to describe the feelings he was having, walking
naked in the woods. There was no fear, other than a slight awareness to
keep observant, it just felt so good, natural. He wondered why people
were so hung up about clothes and covering their bodies. He didn't care
-- it felt so nice to naked in the woods, and if he wanted to pay with
his cock he would. Let them watch, he thought to himself. The pleasant
feelings in his genitals were interrupted by the sharp prick of a
chestnut case in his foot. He grinned as he scolded himself --

"Pay attention, idiot..." he said out loud as he tried to balance on one
leg and check the sole of his foot for thorns.

He turned and walked back to the fallen tree, this time looking carefully
before every footstep. Once he was sitting on the trunk again he lifted
raised his foot and checked again. It was OK, just a silly mistake
because this wasn't one of his usual play places. Not a problem, just
wear the trainers. His mind was way ahead of him though, and as he bent
down he went for the back-pack not the trainers. When he sat back up, he
was holding his Mum's panties with his thumbs hooked into the lacy waist
band stretching them open so he could finally see what they looked like.


The pair that he'd `borrowed' before were just plain pale pink cotton.
They'd felt so nice wrapped around his balls and cock and even better
when he put them on and pulled them up tight so his balls were outlined
and his cock stood out the top. He was filled with anticipation as he put
one and then the other foot through the leg hoes of the shiny smooth
black painties. Standing, still barefoot, Stevie pulled the panties up
over his knees and then slowly up his thighs. Hi cock was already
starting to throb, without being touched, and by the time Stevie had the
black panties up around his hips, but still trapped under his balls, his
cock was at full mast. He wished he could somehow take a photograph now,
of himself -- naked in the woods -- wearing his Mum's panties -- with
his hard 10 year old cock sticking up.

His hands went to his chest and he began to fee his bare body. He
caressed himself gently, wishing it was Mum, or his cousin Alice, or her
mum, his Aunt Lisa. He pinched his nipples hard, he wasn't going to
touch his cock yet, he would make himself wait -- that was all part of
the game -- and so was this. He pinched his nipples harder and didn't
let go.

It was another thing that he didn't really understand, but somehow the
pain was nice. It made his cock throb without being touched. He wasn't
going to let go and he twisted his finger and thumbs increasing the grip
on his little nipples which were now stiff and tingling. Finally he let
out a loud `Ahhhhh,' and had to release them, but his middle fingers
immediately started flicking quickly back and forth over the two hard
nubs, which sent more of the lovely tingles through his whole body making
his stiff cock twitch again. He was ready for more.

He slipped the small back-pack back on and set off down the path again
watching the way his rigid cock bounced with each step. With the panties
pulled up tight over his hips but still trapped under his balls it felt
amazing. His cock was sticking up almost vertical against his flat
hairless stomach, the knob a deep shiny purple colour, completely exposed
with the foreskin stretched all the way back.

His hands reached back up to his chest and he began gently tweaking his
nipples again in time with his footsteps. After another dozen paces he
stopped; there was a large clear drop of the sweet-tasting sticky stuff
balanced on the tip of his engorged knob. Whist he wanted to smear it a
over his glans, but he couldn't resist the urge to taste it, and
carefully scooped it off onto his finger. Bringing his hand slowly up to
his lips he opened his mouth and slid the finger inside, turning his hand
over and sucking the sweet tasting stuff off onto his tongue. He kept the
finger in his mouth as he sucked and swirled the saliva and cock juice
around his mouth before swallowing it. Inserting a second finger he
repeated the process until both fingers were well coated and then took
them out, cupping his hand as he dribbled a fresh mouthful of saliva into
his palm. He carefully lowered his upturned hand, being careful not spill
any and placed it under his knob, then took his rigid cock in his other
hand and pushed his knob down into warm slippery liquid. He rubbed the
head of his cock around, roling and twisting until his knob was
completely coated and shiny, then closed his fingers tightly around it
holding them there as he started walking again. He'd discovered this
trick a while back, it felt way better than just dry rubbing. It was like
his cock was engulfed in warm, wet place and when he squeezed his fingers
he could make the knob slide back or stick out the top, either way
sending delightful sensations from the ridge around his knob down through
the shaft into his balls. Each step sent new waves of pleasure through
his young body as he walked with eyes half closed under the trees. When
he came to the top of the steep slope he paused. The saliva had all but
dried up but his cock was harder than ever and it felt really good.

After wiping his hand over his chest, making each nipple stand out erect,
his hand went down and he lifted the panties up over his balls, adjusting
the waistband over his shaft as well, but there were a couple of inches
that stuck out leaving his shiny knob exposed just under his navel. The
waistband was a bit loose on his skinny frame, but his erection held them
up perfectly. His hand began siding slowly up and down over the shiny
black satin that now encased his balls. It was a new and totally
different sensation and he loved it.

After looking around in all directions and listening carefully, he
reassured himself that he was alone and continued down the path. With his
hand cupping his balls through the silky black panties he was able to
press his thumb against the underside of the base of his stiff cock. Oh,
that felt good.

His fertile mind conjured up the image Miss Williams, his class teacher
for the last year. She was probably a few years older than his mum, maybe
around 35? What if she was walking up the path -- with her dog on a lead,
and saw him wearing his Mum's panties? Maybe she'd smile at him, and
undo her blouse as she got closer, showing him her perfect small breasts
which didn't need a bra.

As he continued feeling his balls through the shiny panties his other
hand went down and he closed the fingers around the top of his shaft. He
didn't need to rub; the motion of his steps was enough. By the time he
got to the bottom of the slops the tinglings in his balls were getting to
a point of no return.

The path opened out into a small grassy glade by the stream, and he made
himself stop the caresses, adjusting the panties, pulling up the elastic
of the waist again so that it was tight above his hips. Then his hands
moved behind and pulled gusset tight up into his bum crack, pulling again
on the leg holes at the back so that his buttocks were uncovered. With
the shiny black fabric pulled taught his balls were squashed out either
side and only the tip of his glans poked out in front.

He started walking slowly through the trees along the banks of the
stream, leaving the path behind. Now he felt free. He tugged the back of
the waistband up tighter, until the bunched strip of fabric was tight in
his arse crack and pressing firmly into the underside of his knob. That
felt really good.

When he came to another small patch of grass, where an old Oak had fallen
leaving a clearing, he stopped. It was perfect, somewhere new to add to
his list of play paces. He put the back-pack down by the trunk of the
fallen tree and swept away the twigs and leaves so he had a nice flat
spot, and sat down. After taking a swig of water and rearranging the
back-pack as a pillow he stretched out on the grass. After another couple
of adjustments, so that his eyes were in the shade but the rest of his
body was bathed with warm sunlight, he stretched out on his back, closed
his eyes and resumed stroking himself gently through the panties. He
pictured Miss Williams again, now sitting beside him, with her bare
breasts on show, her hand stroking his pantie covered cock. Her taking
his hand and gently placing it over her breast and then squeezing his
fingers showing him how to arouse her. She'd lean over and off him her
nipple to suck on, stroking her hand through his short hair.

He was very close now and he knew that if he continued he'd cum soon,
but he wanted to wait, and prolong it -- he had all day, so he raised
both hands and put them behind his head, interlocking the fingers before
resting his head back down. It was a kind of self-administered bondage,
but he didn't know that word yet.

********

He must of drifted off into a dozy sleep, and had no idea of how much
time had passed. Something made him stir. Still half asleep, he
remembered his Aunt next to him on her knees naked, as she sucked on her
11 year old son's stiff cock. He hoped it would be his turn soon...

Another click, brought him back to consciousness, laying almost naked
under the tress. Hi arms ached from the position he was lying in, and he
stretched them out as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight filtering down
through the leaves.

Another click followed swiftly by several more.

Stevie sat up, and was shocked to see a man standing there smiling at
him. He had a camera in his hand.

"Don't be scared," the man said in a soft voice. "I'm not going to
tell anyone, and I certainly won't hurt you -- I thought I was the one
who was dreaming when I found you lying there."

Stevie just stared at him dumbfounded. The man's shirt was unbuttoned
all the way down already, but then it was a hot day. He looked to be at
least 50, Stevie couldn't really tell; short grey hair combed neatly. He
had an expensive looking camera -- he knew that much from his father and
Granddad who were both teaching him the basics of photography.

"I hope you don't mind, but I couldn't resist taking a few pictures --
it's not every day I get to meet a beautiful young boy, and not just any
boy, but a boy who likes to wear panties."

Stevie felt himself bushing and glanced down at his crotch. There was no
hiding it, he was wearing his Mum's black panties with lace around the
edges. His cock had gone down a bit whilst he slept but was still pretty
stiff, making an obvious bulge up to the waistband with just the tip of
his knob sticking out. He looked back up at the man, who was still
smiling down at him.

"Do you know how to use one of these?" the man asked in his gently
voice. He didn't seem threatening in anyway, Stevie thought; quite the
opposite. He nodded, "Yes."

"Oh good, so now, you can take some pictures of me, that's only fair,
isn't it?"

Stevie found himself nodding again as the man handed him the camera and
then stood back.

"All you've got to do is set the focus, the rest is on automatic, but
keeping shooting -- I want to show you something, and I've got plenty
more film."

Stevie just nodded and lifted the camera to his eye. Once he'd adjusted
the lens he said "OK," nervously. He obviously wasn't in any danger if
the man had offered him the camera. He felt his pulse quicken and hoped
his hands wouldn't shake too much.

"Ready when you are," the man said so Stevie nodded. He watched through
the lens as them man started to slip his shirt off over his shoulders.

Remembering what the man had said about keeping shooting, Stevie pressed
the shutter and heard the now familiar click. The man grinned over at
him.

"Good boy, keep going..."

Stevie watched through the lens as the man turned and placed one foot on
a log. He clicked the shutter as the man took off his hiking shoe. The
man took off the other shoe and stood but still kept his back to him.
Stevie guessed this is what the man wanted so he took another picture as
the man's hands went round in front of himself and started undoing his
belt.

Stevie's heart started thumping which made him take deep breaths but at
the same time sent the blood pulsing down into his already aroused cock.
Was the man going to get naked in front of him? He realised that a big
part of wished that he would. Trying to keep himself calm, he took
another picture and then watched as the man pulled the leather belt from
the loops in the waist of his trousers and draped it over the log. As the
man undid the button and zip of his trousers Stevie felt his cock twitch
up hard and push against the top of his Mum's panties. He slipped his
hand down quickly and released it from the elastic.

The man looked back over his shoulder at the young 10 year-old boy. "No
touching yet," he said with a grin, "Keep taking photos of me. I get
the feeling that you're going to be a very good boy." He turned his
head back away and loosened the top of the trousers, before slowly
starting to lower them down over his hips.

Stevie watched through the camera lens, mesmerised as a black waist band
and some sheer pale blue material came onto view. He started clicking in
earnest as the man teasingly pulled one side of the trousers down over
his buttock, and then the other.

Stevie couldn't see what he was doing, but his hands were both now back
round the front and one of them seemed to be moving frantically. He kept
clicking anyway, and after a few moments the man pulled the trousers down
to his knees revealing his bottom that was barely covered by the skimpy
material and below that back stockings that reached nearly to the top of
his thighs. Bending forward, the man pulled each leg of the the trousers
off over his feet and folded them, putting them carefuy on the log.

Stevie watched and pressed the shutter in quick succession as the man's
right hand went round in fornt of his groin and started moving rapidly.
His other hand slid back behind himself and started to squeeze and caress
each of his bum cheeks, then tugged the waist of the tiny panries up,
just like Stevie had done earlier, until the fabric was bunched up tight
in his crack. The man gave himself a few hard slaps on each cheek, which
made Stevie gasp -- he'd never seen anything like this before, and it
aroused him in ways that he knew nothing about.

Stevie watched through the lens enthralled as the older man used both
hands to pull his bum cheeks wide open and bent forward. Stevie clicked
the shutteragain as one hand pulled the thin strip of material to one
side exposing his pink hole.

AS the man straightened back up, Stevie took the opportunity to reach
down a give his stiff throbbing cock a few quick rubs. The man was still
facing away from him, but he didn't care now, he was beyond any
inhibitions he might have had. His mind was racing, not knowing what to
expect, but tin a way this was what he dreamt about -- being found,
caught by and adult who understood his curiousity and need to satisfy the
arousal.

The man turned and smied at him. Stevie quickly let go of his rigid cock
and brought the camera back up to his eye. He took several more pictures
as the man walked sowly towards him, and felt himsef start to tremble.

"Put the camera down now," the man said in his gentle calming voice.
Stevie bent to put the camera carefully on the grass. As he stood back up
his eyes were glued to the mans massive cock which was sticking up
through an opening in the front of the skimpy panties that he wore.
Stevies jaw hit the floor. It was massive, well over 8 inches long and it
didn't have any skin under the knob.

"I'm guessing you've not seen one like this before, judging from your
expression?" the man said. Stevie shook his head as the man stepped
closer. "Go on, put your hand out and touch it, there's nothing to be
afraid of..." the man continued and helt out his hand. Stevie managed to
look up from the moster cock into the man's face. He was smiling and
friendly, and Stevie let him take his hand and guide it onto the thick
warm shaft. The man genty wrapped Stevies fingers around it and placed
his hand on top of Stevie's holding it in place.

"There we go, just grip it gently, I'm guessing again that you've
never played with anyone before, have you?"

Stevie shook his head again and this time managed to mumble "N...no."

"Just start to move you hand sowy up and down ike this - "

The man held Stevies wrist and started sowly moving hos hand up and down
his massive hard cock.

"Mmmm, yes, just ike that -- I think you know how good that feels don't
you?"

This time Stevie nodded and quietly let out an "Mmmmm."

"I think you like playing with yourself a lot, don't you?" the man
said and cupped his large hand under Stevie's pantie-clad balls.

Stevie could only nod again, his mind now a complete blur as he felt his
own cock throb and twictch as he felt an adults cock for the first time.
The older man knew that the young boy wanted more, wanted to know and
feel new pleasures, and knelt down in front of him.

Stevie looked down confused as the man got comfortabe on his knees in
front of him.

The man looked up into the boys eyes as he put his hands on Stevie's
hips. He slipped his fingers into the thin waist band of the black
panties that the boy was wearing.

"And where did you get these?" the man asked as he fondled the boy's
balls through the shiny material.

"They're... er... they're my Mum's" Stevie managed to reply.

The man smiled up at him as he continued sliding his hand backwards and
forwards over the silky black fabric between the boys thighs while slowly
rubbing his own massive erection.

"Close your eyes," the man said in barely a whisper and Stevie readily
complied.

The man paused for a moment, and extended his middle finger further back
behind the boys balls, pressing it gently against his perenium. Just when
Stevie thought it couldn't get any better, the man bent forward
slightly, and ran his tongue up over the underside of the boys exposed
knob that stuck out the top of the panties.

"Aaaarghhhhhhhhh," Stevie moaned out loud.

The man waited. "Eyes closed," he repeated a little more firmly.

"Mmm," Stevie repsonded, willing at this point to do anything the man
said.

He waited for agonising seconds, still the man did nothing, and then
finally Stevie felt the warm moist texture of of the man's tongue again
as it licked up the underside of his knob.

Now the man had two fingers behing his balls pressing against the bulge
that went back to his bum hole. The sensations were amazing, far beyond
anything he'd achieved on his own, and then without any warning the hand
withdrew and suddenly the panties were yanked half way down his thighs
and he felt his very stiff 10 year old cock being totally engulfed in a
warm and velvety pace. The feeling was so overwhelming that it took the
boy a few moments to realsie that the man was sucking his cock. God, it
felt good.

The man slowly raised his head keeping his lips pursed tightly shut until
the boy's cock popped out.

"You want more?" the man asked, but didn't wait for Stevie to answer
and flicked his tongue around the ridge of the 10 year old's knob,
making him buck his hips forward as he gasped.

"What's your name?"

This time the man waited for an answer. As Stevie opened his eyes and
looked down at him the man put his hands on Stevie's bare bottom,
holding each cheek firmly in his hands.

"I'm Steven," the boy replied, automatically using his proper name.
"...but ... er ... everyone calls me Stevie..."

"Well Stevie, you're a lovely boy, and you've got a very nice cock.
Let's see what happens if I keep doing this..."

The man pulled him forwards taking Stevie's hard cock back into his
mouth, but this time the man had Stevies buttocks firmly in his grasp. As
he kept puling the boy deeper in, he started spreading Stevie's cheeks
open again. It felt exquisite as the man held the boys cock at the
entrance to his throat and with another strong pull Stevie's knob slid
down inside until the man's face was pressed against his flat little
tummy.

Stevie stared down as the man looked up at him with those green hazel
eyes and tried to pull him in deeper. The man pulled his pottom tightly
letting the boy savour his first experience, encouraging him to face
fuck. Stevies hands went down onto the top of the mans head as he started
thrusting in and out. It was way beyond any of the fantasies that he'd
imagined.

The man let the boy fuck his throat as hard as he could, but at the same
time he kept stretching the young boys cheeks open.

Stevie could feel the fresh air running freely up into his crack, over
his sensitive ring. It was something he'd known nothing about just a few
minutes ago, but now, with his 10-year-old cock deep down inside the
man's throat it felt unbelievable --

Suddenly the man spanked his bum hard, making the boy gasp loudly, but as
the sting faded the man pulled him back in deeper and Stevie sighed. God
this was fucking good!

With the young boy's cock buried deep down his throat the man spanked
him again -- this time alternating his hand on each cheek in rapid
succession.

One, two, three - four -- five -- six -- and then Stevie lost any sense
of control, not that that he had much left anyway, but this was so far
beyond anything that he knew he didn't care. The stinging on his bum
made his cock throb harder and he felt something new in nhis balls. As
the man continued deep-throating him everything seemed to explode at
once, and for the first time in his life he felt something squirting out
of his rigid cock. After that it was all a blur as his knees buckled and
he collapsed down into the man's open arms.

********

To be continued.

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