Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2024 06:07:38 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: A Naturist meets a neighbourhood boy (adult-youth) (part 2) 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 ** **************************************************************** The following week, I continued to watch boys and girls passing by in front of my window. Twice a day, I would spot young Bobby on the way to school with his friends; twice a day, I wank and wonder what was on his mind. I wondered what kinds of things he and his friend were chatting and laughing about, his light summer clothes hiding my eyes from the body I'd seen. In his classroom every day, he would still remember the visions of my adult body masturbating in front of him, my hairy ass right in his face, and my cum raining down on his small body. Every day, he would wander to school, his bag slung over his back, his lily-white legs eventually vanishing around the end of the street. Every day, I would sit, stroking myself on my couch as he disappeared into the distance, and I would remember when he was in my home, his warm, grippy hands punishing my hot balls. --- "Bobby!" I said at the end of the week, finding him at my doorstep. "You didn't win the raffle..." Bobby muttered in reply. I'd been in the shower when he knocked, and standing in front of him in just my towel, I'd forgotten all about his scout raffle. He glanced at me with those innocent eyes, seeing me in my near-naked dress, knowing that, with the man I was, I would have been nude underneath. "Well, that's a shame, Bobby," I replied. "But it is good to see you again." "Um, yeah. I guess so." Bobby wavered in the doorway. It was mid-afternoon, so he'd come to give me the bad news on his way home from school, his school bag still slung over his back. Something else was on his mind as he forced his eyes back to look up at me, my hairy chest a contrast to the young creature standing at my door. "Would you like to come inside?" I offered. "I can take a look at that sore knee of yours?" I turned and re-entered my home, the patter of small feet behind me signalling he was willing to follow me inside. As soon as I heard the soft click of my door closing, I threw down my towel and gave him a new faceful of my ass. Sammy gasped as he saw it, only for me to turn and present him with the hardness of my cock that he was to blame for. "Have you told anyone about this?" I asked, stroking myself openly in front of him. "N...no, sir." Bobby gulped, looking over me. Naturally curious, his eyes dropped to my exposed penis. Alone inside with the world unbeknownst, I walked closer to him, gently taking his soft hand and placing it back onto my throbbing cock. As if examining a lifeform, Bobby tentatively moved his hands to my sack, feeling my balls in his palm. He gently tugged my cock, causing me to elicit a grunt, this thumb rubbing across my circumcised glans. I took another step forward, my cock less than a foot away as I let him touch it. I put a gentle hand on his shoulder as he examined me, fighting the urge to push myself right to his moist lips. "Your hand feels so good on me, Bobby. My cock has missed your touch." "Are you going to make white stuff?" "I could." I let out a growl, throwing my head back as he stroked me to near cumming. Slick with precum, his hand glided up and down my shaft like an angel, the pads of his palm so soft and careful, my cock almost painfully hard. "Mmm, that feels so good. I don't want to cum just yet, but I'd like to take a closer at your cock, though." "O..oh..." Bobby removed his hands from me, hooking them around the straps of his school bag. I dropped to one knee, my face passing precariously close to the fly of his shorts. I looked up at the ten-year-old standing over me and smiled, both of us conscious of how close my face was to his clothed boy cock. His legs poking out from under his shorts were void of any peach fuzz, a small bandage stuck across one of his knobbly knees. "Is this a new bandage?" I asked, inspecting where he had hurt himself the last time we met. "Yeah. My mom put a new plaster on yesterday," Bobby explained. "Your one came off when I went swimming." "That's good. It sounds like a good mom. You haven't told her about us, have you?" "No. You told me not to." I leaned in closer, flicking a lick at his cool white shin. A tiny puppy whimper came from him at my unexpected action, my tongue tapping against his slightly salted skin. A subtle movement inside his shorts suggested the state of his changing condition, and when I wrapped my hands around his lightly muscled leg, he dropped his schoolbag behind him to the floor. "Want me to stop?" I asked. "No...It's okay." "Is your little cock hard?" "Mm-hmm," he said with a nod. "Good." I slid my hands a little higher over his knees, licking a little higher until my mouth reached the edges of his shorts. Nuzzling my nose up into the narrow cavern of his short leg, I tried to look up to see his hidden treasure up in there. The fragrance of fresh boy cock was wafting down as my head pushed up against the material. In the gloom, I could just make out a white cotton gathering around a lengthening tube, his pair of briefs taut around his narrow penis, which was straining to be let free. "Did you get to see all your friend's cocks when you went swimming, Bobby?" "Some. A lot of people hide themselves." "That's a pity. Do you hide yours?" "Yeah. I'm not like you. You've got a big hairy one." "Can I see it? Would you let me see your hot little cock again? "Okay..." Bobby watched me intently as I slipped his clothes off his slim hips, my fingers nudging against his stiff upward tent, the crisp scent of boyness greeting me as his shorts came down. A white cotton layer covered his little boyhood, the sweet honey smell of prepubescent dick mistakable. Hooking my fingers into the elastic of his underwear, I peeled them away too, his playful cock bouncing out, his horny ten-year-old cock steamed and ready. "You're such a sexy little boy, Bobby. Much sexier than me." "Really?" Unable to resist, I leaned in and licked the baby skin of his pubis. Where men had hair and imperfection, his was peachy clean and pearly smooth. I nibbled at the baren patch of soft, untouched skin, Bobby's tingling cock dancing mere inches from my face. "Have you ever pleasured yourself, Bobby? Like what you did to me last week?" "No. Mom says it's naughty." "Well, your mom might be a good nurse, but she is wrong there. There is nothing wrong with touching yourself." "But I...don't...know what to do..." I took his hard little cock, trapping my thumb and forefinger around it. Bobby's cock trembled in my fingers as he watched down at my hands on his precious dick. I glided his foreskin up over his glans before pulling it down; his face studied my motions, moaning, learning the feelings he could give himself alone. "Different people like different things, Bobby. " I explained as I continued manipulating him. "Some like it softer..like this. Some like it faster or firmer. If you want me to change anything, just say, " "Just don't hurt my balls like I did for you. I don't want that." "Most people don't," I said, continuing my movements on him. "Is this nice?" "Yeah...mm.." He had a thin layer of outer foreskin that rubbed against his shaft, up and down, bunching over the pink head and peeslit, before pulling back down taut. His foot staggered as unfamiliar feelings took over him, my own cock lurching from the adorable gasps and sounds he was making. Blue penlike lines wound up this pale shaft, his veins pumping blood into his iron-hard spike. His little ballspouch drew up against him, my thumb gently rubbing at the immature orbs tightly bundled inside. "When you do this in your bedroom, you can picture someone you like with you. Playing with you, or you playing with them. You never know; they might be already thinking about you!" "J...Jeremy?" Bobby answered dreamily. "Is that someone you walk with?" "Yeah...he's my brother's friend." "I bet Jeremy has a lovely cock. Maybe you show him you know how to do this? You could show him during a sleepover and could show him your asshole like I did for you?" "Oooohhhh!" Bobby groaned, his imagination running rampant with the ideas of his brother's friend. He pulled himself away at the last moment from the intensity, his red tingli cocklett expelling a tiny trickle of watery seepage, running down his spent sex. -- "Do people really stick things up their butts?" Bobby asked a few minutes later, coming down from his sexual high. We were both naked on my couch, watching the world outside go by together. I'd never had a couch buddy while boy watching, Bobby to my side, his little shrunken foreskin-wrapped penis now softly tucked away. "Of course," I answered, jerking off to the boys passing by my window. "Why do you ask?" "People joke about it at school. But it doesn't sound so bad to me." "It's actually the best way for boys to have sex with other boys." Outside my window, older students were now returning home. Rather than perky little elementary and middle school boys, it was high school students and the odd colledger. They weren't as attractive to me as boys Bobby's age, but they were decent eye candy for the moment. "There's Jeremy!" Bobby pointed to a familiar boy in the distance. I recalled the boy from one of Bobby's recent journeys to school, older than his usual friends but cute in his own way. "He's who I was thinking of when you jerked me. Do you like him?" "Oh yes, I have seen you with him. He is a good-looking lad. Looks about 14?" "Yeah. Do you reckon he has a nice one? Do you think he would want to stick his thing in me?" "Does he like boys?" "I dunno." We watched Jeremy as he walked past my house. He didn't look in a great hurry to get into puberty like many his age; his face was still round, and his gait was not yet that of a man. I could just picture the two boys alone in a bedroom somewhere, Jeremy's teenage horniness taking over his urges as he explored his small friend. "If you want a boy like Jeremy to fuck you, you will need to practice." "What do you mean?" "Well, Jeremy's cock will be bigger than yours as he is older. Your butthole is probably relatively small and tight." With Bobby on the couch beside me, I turned and flipped my furry legs back. Bobby stared down at my exposed, hairy body as I spread myself open for him, my legs backwards; I showed him my haired cock and balls, my asshole wide open. "You see my asshole here? My hole has been stretched for cock. I suspect your hole is still very tiny; you will need to start with smaller things and work your way up so you can take a teenager's cock more comfortably." "Wanna see my mine?" Bobby offered. "I'd love to see your asshole, Bobby." Swivelling on the opposite side of the seat, Bobby also flipped his legs back, his peachy ten-year-old butt looking back at mine, his tiny pink rosebud peering back at mine. "Very nice, but yes, very tight. Try to stick a finger up there. Do you see how it won't go in? Jeremy's will be much bigger than your finger, so if you can't fit even that, then it's going to hurt a lot." "What can I do?" Bobby groaned, his pinky probing at his crinkled butt skin. "Do I have to wait till I'm older?" "No, but like a muscle, you can train it. Start with small things, like a pencil or small toys. You can slowly build up to bigger things like pens and markers." "Could I use legos?" "Not the little ones, as you might lose them up there. You want something smooth, long, and thin--something you can push in and out easily. Here, push your finger up my asshole, and feel the difference." Bobby climbed back over to my upturned ass, easily able to push his boney finger up inside me. While no stranger to my hairy ass, his face was twisted in an expression I couldn't read, his young mind grappling with what he was doing. I grunted as Bobby gingerly fingered my hole, going as far as adding a second extra finger and then a third, stretching my rim open. "My finger is in your butt..." Bobby muttered. "It's hot up there." "That's my body heat. Mmm...fuck!" I exclaimed as he pincered his fingers outwards. A fourth finger was added, with only his thumb remaining outside. My cock was leaking precum all over my belly as his young digits probed at my insides, his boy strength relentless as he learned about my human body. "At home.." I grunted as he boldly went even deeper. "Don't go too far. You still want to be a little tight so you both can enjoy it. Fuck, you're doing a good job there, Bobby." "Am I gunna make you cum?" "Nearly...Here, do more." I took Bobbie's wrist and plunged it as deep as I knew I could take. His whole hand was up my ass, and I could feel every one of his knuckles as they wriggled against my inner ass walls. The combination of his warm, soft skin up my ass and the image of his tiny anus etched in my memory was all it took for me to blow once more. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** ****************************************************************