Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2024 01:32:29 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: A Naturist Meets a Neighbourhood Boy (adult-youth) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** **************************************************************** I live in a quiet corner of a bustling city, nestled in a tranquil suburban community. As a solitary bachelor, I find comfort in my solitude, free to do what I want, when I want. I enjoy being a free spirit, and as a naturalist, surrounded by my many cherished things, I enjoy my freedom. I often go without clothes at home, spending my days sitting naked on my couch, watching the world go by behind a veiled curtain. School times are always my favourite. I love sitting and watching the boys as they walk past my window, bags slung on their backs, on the way to or from school. They don't see me, and I have lived here so long that even their parents have no idea. Often I sit bare-assed, gently stroking myself as they walk by, their youthful energy so small, so fair, so exuberant. Sadly, today was not a school day, but I was still sitting and enjoying myself, naked of course, stroking my bird as it rose from my modest nest of pubes. I am comfortable in my skin. I only wished the rest of the world was, too. With a beer in one hand, my other caressed my slightly furred belly as a gentle breeze blew against my balls from a nearby fan. With my mind fogged by alcohol and my imagination, I was lost and lingering, my ears missing the first knock at my door. My cock rose as I played with myself, and I groaned, stretching and limbering my tired limbs. A change in light from my side door made me crook an eye open, and I was surprised to see a pair of young curious beads looking back at me through the glass pane. "Hello?" I called out to the young lad. "Erp!!" the boy yelped from the other side, followed by a stumble and dull clunk from a fall. I hauled myself up from my sweet spot to check what had happened. I never get visitors, so I was curious about what had happened and who my mystery window shopper had been. Forgetting my exposed state, I casually opened the door, looking down at a wee fallen soldier on my porch. "Are you alright down there, young man?" I asked, seeing a pair of crumbled legs belonging to a tenish-year-old boy scout against the concrete. In an apparent dash to get away, he had tripped over himself, his legs and arms failing under him, his face red and blubbering on the verge of tears. He was dressed in a smart dark green shirt and ugly brown khaki shorts, his tumble earning him a raw scrape on his knee. I offered a hand to pick up the bewildered boy, finding him still shaky as I lifted him to his feet. I carefully guided him in and, once inside, lowered him down onto my couch to take the weight off. "You've got yourself quite a shiner on your knee there, young man. What's your name? In the midst of his injury, I thought it was his confusion, making him look dead ahead instead of at my face. I was so used to being nude in my own home I had all but forgotten he could see everything, quickly realising it was my dangling hairy cock and balls he was looking at. "Feel free to look all you want," I said after I realised, "but I would like to know your name. I'm Mr Perkins. Kevin Perkins." "B..b..bobby..." the boy stuttered, still checking out my crotch. "And what were you doing looking through my window before, Bobby?" "I was, um, seeing if anyone was home. I'm selling raffle tickets for my troop." Bobby gulped. He certainly looked the part. Various badges and sashes adored his green and brown scout uniform, and despite their ugly colour, the material covered very little, the legs barely passing for shorts. I glanced toward the middle and saw only a very modest lump, most of his milky hairless legs on display. "Raffle tickets for your troop, you say?" I inquired, putting my hands on my hips. "I don't get too many visitors." I lifted my sack, inviting his gaze as even now, he was still gawking at it. Taking the root of my cock, I jerked myself a few times, his smooth round face watching my adult-sized cock grow hard before his very eyes. "My mom said to knock on every door, so I did. " Bobby said, barely blinking. "You sure did. Now, you're learning more than those badges could ever teach you. Do you like looking at my big hairy cock, Bobby?" I asked, still stroking it. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be looking there..." "But you are. You can't help it." "It's bigger than mine. And you've got a hairy tummy..." "You'll be hairy one day, Bobby. Want to look at my asshole?" Bobby swallowed hard, but he didn't say no. I turned around and spread my asshole, bending my ass right in his face. I was half expecting him to turn and run, but as I looked between my knees, I could see he was still sitting there, looking. I fingered my hole, knowing he was looking right at it. My cock was already leaking, and I had never been so hard having such a young audience watching. I turned back around, my cock still dripping, Bobby still fidgeting, his eyes unblinking. "Do you like my body, Bobby?" Bobby gulped but didn't reply. "How many raffle tickets will it cost me for you to take your clothes off, Bobby? You've seen mine. I'd love to see yours." "Mine?" Bobby squeaked. "Yeah. Can I see that hot little body of yours? How many tickets will it cost me to see it?" "F...fifty," Bobby said, perhaps expecting me to say no. "Fifty it is. Take that uniform off and show me. I want to masturbate to your young boy body." He started with his shirt buttons, his nervous fingers undoing the row of green buttons up the middle. Slipping his arms out, he was close to shaking as he showed me his slim white chest, his little outie belly button the only dimple on his otherwise hairless body. "You're such a little hottie, Bobby. Keep going." "I think I'm ugly and small..." Bobby retorted. "No, you're not. Look at what you're doing to my man cock. You're like a smooth little angel. Let me see your tiny boycock." Bobby found the strength to stand; still a little shaky, he slipped his shorts to the floor. He was wearing a pair of tighty whities, his ten-year-old dick causing a pronounced ridge right in the front of the crotch. Taking a deep breath, he pushed those off too, his barely 3 inches springing forth, completely hairless, his ball pouch pink and tasty. The two of us standing across from one another were quite a contrast; my fully grown body engulfed his. His ten-year-old body was so clean and pure, his virginal penis like a hot rod of flesh poking up from his hairless groin. "I told you yours was bigger," Bobby said first. "Yes, but yours is much nicer. Do a little turn for me." Bobby did as I instructed. With his clothes discarded at his feet, he did a little twirl, his firm little bod spinning. Even his rosy butt was flawless, his face embarrassed with shame, somehow unbelieving that I liked what I saw. "Stunning, " I said, stoking myself again. "Simply stunning. You ever seen a man like me before?" "No.." Bobby said, turning his eyes back to my body. My cock was just at his chest height as he nervously looked at it. I suspected making him suck it was too far, but I was content with him watching and learning. While his focus was locked on my cock earlier, now he was looking all over, from my furred thighs to my nipples and belly and back to my cock. While Bobby was clearly shy about his own body, he had no issue looking at mine. "You ever play with yourself, Bobby? You ever stroke your little cock like this?" Bobby shook his head. He was spellbound. I couldn't have thrust my cock at him any closer as I rubbed myself, my balls jerking right in his face. He was frozen in place, his clear sparking eyes full of wonder as he watched me masturbate, and I was more than happy to give him that show. "Smack my balls, Bobby." "Huh?" Bobby looked up at me, puzzled by my request. "With your hand, kid. Give them a good whack." "But that'll hurt you.." "Yeah, but it'll be hot. Go on." Bobby gave my nuts a tentative tap with the back of his hands. I felt the contact of his warm skin on my sack, but I barely felt it. "Harder..." *slap* "Mmm, harder!" I moaned This time, he gave it a decent whack, the smack of his palm against my swelling balls loud enough to be heard around the room. My balls swayed back and forth from the blow, my guts letting out a huff as the familiar dull ache radiated from my groin. "Ohh. That's more like it, Bobby. Smack them again just like that. Uhhh!" "But..." "You won't hurt ne. Hit them as hard as you can." "O... okay.." Bobby tried again, rearing back and punching my bag. Remembering my strength from when I was a ten-year-old, I knew he was still holding back. "Oooff..." I staggered as he tapped them again. "I'm sorry!" "Again... Uhh...More." I grunted as he pelted my poor balls again. This time, my balls swung forward as he reached out, and he inadvertently hit them far harder than he meant to. My sack swung back violently, slapping backwards up against my taint. I grunted as the lower half of my sack skin glowed a faint red as he continued, this time his knuckle landing straight on my left testicle, making me fall to a knee. "Fuck..." I winced as I clutched myself, Bobby and his tingling hard ten-year-old cock standing over me. I was ever so close to cumming, but I needed something extra, something to push the pain over the top. "Grab my balls, Bobby! Grab them tight! Squeeze them! I'm so close!" With Bobby standing dominant over me, his young hand grabbed me, his fingers closing in and grinding my tender balls together. Where he had been initially hesitant to play punching bag with my sack, he didn't seem to have the same hesitation when crushing them together, immediately scrunching them tight in his small hand. "Awwwf...yes," I grunted as he clamped his grip on me. "That's it...Your little hand... ah..." "Should I do it tighter?" Bobby asked so innocently. "Yes.., " I wheezed. "Ah fuck, that's good, just like that. Fuck, you're such an adorable little boy. Your hand is on me, and I'm going to plaster my cum all over you." "Oh... okay." "Fuck. You probably don't even know what cumming is, do you?" Bobby just shrugged. With his fingers clawing my sack, my balls boiled; I groaned out loud and fired my first volley at his pale ribbed chest. "Fuck yeah, Bobby.." I moaned as my cock blasted its first volley, depositing my seed across his fair chest. Bobby remained steadfast, his hand still in place, his eyes glued to my piss slit as it gushed cum onto him. White ropes flew across his torso, crisscrossing against his skin from pink nipple to shoulder. Bobby barely moved, right in the line of fire, waiting until I had finished. My hairy belly heaved as I came down from my high; Bobby stood stunned but waited patiently in front of me. As my cock wilted, he released his hold on my nuts, his hands still sticky with my ball sweat and dripped cum. "What is this stuff?" Sammy asked, looking down at himself and his plastered hand. "That's my cum." I panted. "It looks good on you." "It's warm." I watched as he ran a finger through the stuff on his chest, looking at my load. As he examined it, I noticed his little bone was still upright, something I would have to treat myself to should I get another opportunity. "Are you going to put your clothes on now?" Bobby asked. "What for? I don't wear clothes. They only restrict. "Oh...My weiner feels funny." "That's because you're horny for what we did. How does it feel to have my cum on you?" "Kind of gooey, but it's okay. "You're marked with my seed now, and I would like to try some parts of it out myself sometime." "I don't think I can make this stuff..." "That's okay. You're still young. Your little cock liked it, though, right?" Bobby gave me another shrug, petting his erect penis but unsure what to do with it. "Should I come back? " Bobby asked. "I mean, I should go find my mom. She will be wondering where I am." "You can come back any time. Don't tell your mom about me, though, okay? This needs to be our little secret. Come back whenever you want, and I will show you more." **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** ****************************************************************