Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2023 23:03:35 +0000 From: plz234plz Subject: Meeting Tony - Chapter 1 Meeting Tony – Chapter 1 All characters are fictional. Comments and feedback are very welcome. If you have any thoughts, ideas, fantasies or experiences that you'd like to share please get in touch. plz234plz@proton.me If you enjoy these stories please consider donating to Nifty to support the site using link https://donate.nifty.org/) Walking through the park that afternoon, enjoying the afternoon sun as it filtered through the trees, I noticed a young boy sitting alone on one of the benches by the main lawn. He was swinging his legs backwards and forwards distractedly as he sat there. I slowed my pace as I walked towards him. "Hello, do you mind if I sit down? I need to rest my legs," I said, hoping not to startle him. He looked up at me curiously with his wide eyes and shook his head. "I don't mind, mister," he answered quietly. So that's how we met. I sat down on the bench and lent my walking stick against my knee. Neither of us said anything for a while. He kept swinging his legs as he looked from one direction to the other. I noticed that his legs were nice and brown from the sun, below the shorts that he wore. He must spend a lot of time outdoors, I thought to myself idly. "My friend was `sposed to be meeting me but I don't think he's coming..." the boy said matter of factly. I wasn't sure what to say really so I just sat there quietly, but gave him a smile. I wasn't in the habit of talking to strangers, I went to the park for the peace and quiet, and because I love the trees. There was something about him though that intrigued me. He reminded me of myself when I was young, and he was cute in an innocent boyish way. "I'm thirsty," he announced and got up from the bench. He gave me a smile as he turned and walked away towards the toilet block, where there was a water fountain on the wall outside. My thoughts were drifting back to my early years, the long walks in woods, and the games I'd got up to. I got up slowly and walked down the path after him. He was bent over taking gulps of water from the fountain. As I approached he cupped his hands and splashed water over his face. He did it several times and it was dripping down onto his t-shirt as he stood up. "Feeling better?" I asked as he wiped the water from his eyes. He nodded. "It's hot." He said simply. "Would you like an ice-cream or some lemonade?" I don't know where those words came from, but I'd said them, so all I could do was look at him and wait. I gestured towards the café on the other side of the lawn. "Ice-cream and lemonade would be brill," he said with that infectious grin. He took my hand pulling me forwards. "Hey, not so fast, I've got a stick, remember," I said, more to give myself time to process what was happening than anything. He looked up at me again with those wide eyes, and a smile formed on my lips. He was certainly cute, and my thoughts returned to the games that I'd played alone in the woods at his age. "What's your name?" I asked, trying to keep my thoughts under control. "Tony," he said in his direct and simple way. "Well, I'm Laurie. So how old are you Tony?" "Nearly ten," he replied. I chuckled to myself when I heard that. `Just like me,' I thought. "How old are you?" he fired back with his innocent way. This time I chuckled out loud. "How old do you think I am Tony?" He stood still for a moment, thinking. As he looked me up and down his little hand slid out of mine. "I dunno... round fifty something? he said with furrowed brows. "My Granddad's 65, but you don't look as old as him. He's got a stick though, like you." As I looked down at him I felt my cock twinge. This was not something I'd ever expected to happen, but there he was, staring up at me with those wonderful eyes, and his simple words trying to express just what I'd felt at his age. "Let's go and get some ice-cream, shall we, before the café closes." "OK," he said simply. The question was left unanswered but it didn't matter. I was starting to wonder where this might be leading. I put my hand on his shoulder as we continued along the path. It just felt so natural. There were a few people sitting out on the decking by the café. Mother's with push chairs and young ones, a few older people like me sitting at the tables. Nobody batted an eyelid as I walked up the wooden steps with little Tony by my side. We went into the café and Tony headed straight to freezer. He knew what he wanted. "Can I have that one please Mister?" he said hopefully as he pointed at the poster sized menu on the wall. "Yes, of course you can, after all it's very hot isn't it?" I replied and then added – "would you like a drink as well?" "Um, if that's OK Mr?" I smiled own at him and nodded. "Yes Tony, that's OK, you're thirsty and hot. What would you like?" The little boy opened the lid of the freezer and took out his lolly, then he grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the counter. "I want a big fizzy lemon... Please." Seeing his excitement and then remembering to sound polite, was wonderful. I just nodded at the young girl behind the counter as she turned and took a large glass from the shelf. As she reached up her little black skirt rose up her thighs and we were given a fleeting glimpse of her white panties. As she poured the lemonade I looked down at Tony and he had his little hand clasped against his crotch. "I'll have a lemonade too, please," I said smiling at the girl. "But just a medium one for me." The girl turned back again from the counter and picked up a slightly smaller glass. She didn't need to stretch up this time, and I heard Tony sigh. After paying for the ice cream and drinks I gave the girl a tip, which made her smile, and then Tony and I went outside onto the large decking area. There weren't many people now, and I led him over to the table in the corner at the back. This is where I often sat if I wanted to just be alone with my thoughts and a coffee. Sometimes I'd bring a notebook or sketchbook, well they both served the same purpose so there could be scribbled drawings in the notebook or pages of writing in the sketchbook – I wasn't really one for rules. Tony had peeled off the wrapper and was sitting there licking the top of his ice-cream. It was a `Zoom' – shaped like a rocket, with frozen chocolate covering the top, then a layer of custard ice-cream, with a fruity jelly below. I noticed that his other hand was back between his legs holding himself tightly through his shorts. I didn't know how to react because my cock was starting to make itself felt in my thin summer trousers. Reaching into my jacket I took out my pipe and tobacco pouch. After putting them on the table I took a sip of my lemonade, still staring at the little boy licking his ice-cream. I took a deep breath and started to fill my pipe. I needed something to distract me. There was no one else nearby, only a couple of mother's at the far end of the decking with their babies sleeping in their push chairs, and they were deep in conversation. I was startled when Tony spoke. "Mr, does your cock get hard when you see nice girls like that?" It took me a few moments to let his words sink in. Once I realised that he must be referring to the girl behind the counter, I paused and thought. I value openness and honesty, so I decided to answer him truthfully. "Well, yes, Tony, it's always nice to see girls and boys who are happy. I mean, even though she is working she looked quite happy to me." "But when she reached up we saw her knickers..." Tony interjected. "And did you like that?" I asked him back. He was sounding pretty determined to get to his point. As I lifted the pipe and pushed the tobacco into place he sat back in his chair and put his ice-cream down on the table mat. I watched as he pulled the front of his shorts down and showed me his hard cock. It was about 4 inches long and uncut. It stood up rigid as a pole. The skin was just peeling back a little showing the tip of his purple knob. He held it in his hand as he looked up at me. "When Dave comes to the park he brings nudy mags, and we go into the bushes and play..." "Last time he made me suck him and he shooted his spunk in my mouth." I just sat there staring at the little boy as I inhaled the smoke form my pipe. He started slowly rubbing his hand up and down his little erection. And I was beyond any sense of control as my cock rapidly hardened inside the confines of my trousers.