Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2024 09:13:49 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Naturist meets a neighbourhood boy (adult-youth) (part 3)

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The gulf of school holidays forces me to move outside for the summer if I
want to do any boy-watching. For several weeks, my front window would no
longer be delighted with the sight of boys walking to and from school,
forcing me to go to the mall in search of their wonderful delights
myself. Because public life requires me to wear clothes in public, I
cover myself up in society-accepted clothing around lunchtime, just in
time to see the droves of young lads arriving at the local food court.

It's amazing the variety of boys that bring me joy. I always bring my
phone in case I get a few hot shots, but for the most part, I just
survey. Every one of them is a joy to watch; from the young toddler-like
boys, bouncing and full of energy with their high-pitched squeals, to the
"cool" maturing young men of the older teenage boys, every one of them is
a treasure. If I had to choose between them, preteens were always my
favourites. At their middle age, they were no longer shackled to their
parents' sides, instead out and free with their friends. They thought
themselves now independent, but in reality, they were still oblivious to
the world, naive to the men like me watching them, drinking in their sexy
sights.

My preferred boy is around ten or eleven, similar to Bobby's age. At that
point, they're old enough to know that sex is for making babies, but they
hadn't yet connected the dots that they could experiment with boys, too,
if they were so daring. I often watched and wondered what they got up to
when alone and behind closed doors. Did they work out what their
spontaneous boners were for yet? Had they dared to experiment with
themselves or their toys in that fever dream of a young ejaculation? It
is a crime that their naked bodies are so hidden when they are at their
most beautiful. They are nothing like a man; their skin is so soft,
smooth, and pure. Their preteen cocks could be anything from a small
thimble to a pinky finger, hibernating, hidden away between their tasty,
humid legs during the day. During the hot summer sun, their sweat would
be light and sweet like honey, barely clinging between their naughtiest
of places. Did they dare share with their friends like Bobby and his
friend Jeremy intended, or were they still shy, believing their genitals
were somehow shameful in their young, underdeveloped minds?

"Excuse me, is anyone else sitting here?" A woman asked me, her son
holding her hand.

"No, be my guest!" I said, smiling broadly as her tiny child sat in the
opposite chair.

I had been sitting alone at one of the tables and chairs when they joined
me. The mother's boy wouldn't have been a day older than eight, a little
younger than the average age I surveyed. He was holding what appeared to
be a Happy Meal toy in hand, his cheerful chirps of happiness warming my
heart almost as much as the golden hair on his head. Boys like him
weren't quite ready for me; their unique mini-characters still needed to
be set like preteens. On the other hand, teenagers were too boisterous;
their childhood innocence was too far gone.

"Why are you by yourself?" The boy asked while sitting opposite me.

"Shhh," his mother whispered. "Don't bother the nice man."

Nice man. I suppose I was a nice man, but if she had known I was
imagining how her son looked naked, she might have thought otherwise.
It's a shame boys like him didn't stay like that for long. My cock
lurched at the mental image of him at home, drenched in bubbles while
taking a bath. His minuscule cock was almost certainly too small for my
liking, but I would gladly offer my exposed body to him, teaching him
about the human form in a way that can't be replicated in school. He
would watch me dumbfounded as I took out my adult cock in front of him,
masturbating to his shocked face, showing him things he was far too young
to see.

"It's quite alright," I smiled. "He's a good-looking young man."

"Huh? Oh yes," his mother groaned. "He gets way too much of it from his
ex-dad. It's hard to look at him and not see his father."

"He called me a man!" her son giggled cheerfully.

"She's not wrong," I agreed, trying to give him and his mother a friendly
smile rather than what I was really thinking. God, he was going to be a
beauty one day. I would keep an eye out for him when he got a tad older.

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"You're doing a great job there, Bobby," I said, standing over him with a
thigh on either side of his head.

It was later that afternoon. We were in the privacy of my backyard; Bobby
was lying on my lawn chair, my cock and balls straddling his face nice
and close, his hand on himself as he beat his little pink meat. I had
deliberately put myself in this position, wanting to teach Bobby about
the human form. His young eyes bulged as he stared up between my legs at
my hairy undercarriage, his lustful mind being eyes cursed with my naked,
lewd body.

"Thanks!" Bobby panted, laying on his back as he treated his budding
boycock.

Unlike me, he was half dressed, the bright, sporty colours of his t-shirt
offsetting the pale hairlessness of his lower half. As he learned to
pleasure his young erection, his naked legs and cock were baking
unprotected in the hot, open sun. My yard was hidden from prowling eyes
as we jostled together, his breath ragged as he worked his pink erection,
his face so close to my balls that his every breath danced across my
skin.

"Would you like to kiss my balls, Bobby? I would like that."

"Okay," Bobby gasped.

I lowered my crotch to his mouth, the soft dampness of his lips caressing
the skin of my sack. I wanted him to lust for an older man's body,
crafting his mind to see its beauty while he masturbated his boy's cock.
I wanted his body and mind to masturbate to my naked sight, to connect
his brain synapses so that it was the male body that made him hard. Bobby
let out a heavier exhale from his young lungs as my balls grazed his
lips. His warm breath across my throbbing cock was so gentle that I
decided to leave it there.

"How are you getting along with your friend, Jeremy?" I asked, sighing as
Bobby kissed my wrinkled balls again. "Have you still been stretching
your sweet little pussy for him?"

"No sir..."

"No?"

Sadness accompanied Bobby's latest admission. It seemed he hadn't had
much luck with his young crush, and the revelation that Jeremy had a
girlfriend had all but dashed Bobby's hopes and dreams. It also seemed
the pair were no longer friends, as Bobby's coming out to Jeremy had
caused them to split.

"He's barely spoken to me all summer." Bobby continued. "I tried asking
whether he still liked me, but he said he didn't have time to hang out
with me anymore."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Bobby." I rumbled as he continued to sniff and
purr at my balls. "You should know by now that I adore you. You know
where to find me if you ever need someone to talk to."

I lifted my ballbag and settled my taint against his face. Bobby didn't
respond, but he didn't seem to mind his new location, his lungs expanding
as he breathed in my sweaty essence through his nose.

"That's it, Bobby; close your eyes and sniff everything down there. Good
boy."

As Bobby inhaled deeply again, I rested my hands on his chest, feeling it
rise against my palms. Even through his shirt, I could feel the firm pink
nubs of his nipples, my cock dripping precum onto his chin as he
experienced the concentrated scent behind my balls. He had managed to
keep his boy erection throughout the discovery, his hand still gingerly
playing with himself, his round balls like a pink mountain rising beyond
the hairless sausage of his cock.

Seeing his young sack, I couldn't help but lean over him to touch it, my
cock rolling and mashing against the skin of his face as I shifted
position. As my hand grazed the heat that radiated from his impossibly
smooth, round balls, the sneaking tip of my cock nuzzled against his
mouth as if searching for a way inside.

"Good boy," I encouraged, pushing some inches into his steaming, hot
mouth. "You know what to do with it."

"Mmm," Bobby mumbled, accepting it and sucking it inside his mouth.

"That's it, just suck the end. And show me how you stroke yourself while
doing it."

His lips and tongue caressed my wet shaft as he just barely went forward
and back. He'd never had a cock in his mouth before, but a few more words
of encouragement, combined with pretending it was a popsicle, had him
hooked, his mouth pleasing my end in earnest as I carefully lowered on
top of him in a gentle 69.

"Mmmm," Bobby moaned again as I gave him more to suck. My hand joined his
as he played with himself, letting Bobby know that his tongue's efforts
were greatly appreciated.

I didn't rush it; I had nowhere to go. Bobby was on school break, too, so
I knew he had nowhere to be. Each time I could tell his trembling cock
was approaching its boygasm, I would give him a warning tap, his voice
whining but his hand pulling back. When I would feel myself approaching
cum, I would back off slightly and let him nip the glans of my cock, his
chew causing just enough pain to make it wilt in time for another round.

"Ooof..." I grunted as his teeth sank into my swollen head yet another
time.

"Sorry, too hard?" Bobby cautiously mumbled around my boy spit-coated
member.

"No. I'm just starting to feel like a pin cousin. Don't bite this time.
Suck me harder. I want you to make me cum."

Given how many times he had brought me so close, it took no time at all
for the gears of my cock to change and produce a mighty throb. Bobby's
efforts changed, too, as he felt my balls tightening, reaching that point
of no return. He had seen what my cock was capable of when it came, so he
knew what was about to happen, only this time, it would be into him, and
I wanted him to sample every drop of what I had to offer.

I abandoned his yearning middle school cock and turned in place,
straddling his face from the front and plunging straight back inside. His
gorgeous eyes were wide in awe, his nostrils flaring as he looked at my
body above, mounting him. He blinked up at me, speechless, as I glared
down at him. He was waiting for me to cum, poised to taste his very first
load.

"Hold your mouth both open, Bobby. Keep it there. Don't swallow it until
I say so."

He nodded slightly as my cock squirted onto his marshmallow-pink tongue.
His face reacted only somewhat as he got his first introduction, the
ropes of it coating the rough red skin. His entire tongue was nearly
puddled white by the time he finished, his face squinting and contorting,
evaluating what I had given him as I ensured he got every drop.

"Taste good?" I chuckled.

Bobby was only able to nod and shrug his shoulders as he held my gift in
place. He lay panting as he waited for my next instruction, his mouth
upturned, cradling my precious seed. His penis was lying against his
tummy, his boycock still hard and waiting, yearning for its turn for
relief. While I assumed he wasn't old enough to produce yet, the
desperation in his eyes told me he still needed it, even if he wasn't
sure what "it" was. I took hold of his cock and held it, his hips
immediately rising off the chair, his arms and legs dancing from the
overstimulation. In a moment, Bobby thrashed his legs, letting out a cry,
and in the heat of his ecstasy, I let him swallow, his sex-torn body
finally getting his reward.

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