Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2021 20:11:47 +0000 From: coif23 Subject: A Red Hot Devil Part 1 Disclaimer/Warning: A Hot Red Little Devil (adult- by Kickbarber This story graphically depicts sex among adult and boy males. If you are underage to read this where you live, or offended by the idea of this, what are you even doing here? Go! Or enjoy and help Nifty with donations! This story is a complete work of fiction. This story is about boys, teens and adults; m/t/b A Hot Red Little Devil Visiting the shopping area in the nearby village always has been a treat. No, not because the sweets I'll buy, but the sweet boys outside the store. That supermarket has campaigns with coupons for children. They can save those for special funny children things. And walking out of the store, you're surrounded by many young kids. Asking you to give them your coupons, earned with your shopping. And among those kids there is always one or two good-looking little boys. Yes, entering the shop, seeing those bunch, made me to buy more. Of course to treat those hotties as much coupons as I could! Like yesterday, my eye got stuck again on a little eagerly looking boy. He was a small, thin and limber looking little devil. His ginger, red hair made him stand out the other kids. When he stroked seductively his hair, it caused me shifters everywhere. Entering the shop he looked at me pleading to choose him after shopping. I made up my mind, I had to spoil him this time. During the shopping I felt my organ agreeing to that idea. I wanted to rush, but also I needed more articles for two reasons. One: of course to earn a lot of coupons but also a second: To much bags to carry alone... Loaded with three bags I left the store. I nodded the little red boy, but I was not able to hand him the coupons. I couldn't, since that load of bags in my hands and arms.. Why don't you walk along to my car - was my proposal And can you give me a hand with those bags? The wise boy could have concluded that three bags meant a lot of coupons. And yes, the little devil took a bag and away we went. Away from the bunch of the numerous other kids. Some begging to be a helper too. My mind figured already a delightful orgy with all the hot boys among them. When we filled the car I asked my little assistant his name, to say thanks. It was Gerben, not a very common name, but it sticked now in my brain. Talking about the coupons, he told he had been unluckily in getting many. The other kids were much more aggressive to get their deal. He blamed foremost the screamy, seductive girls. -`I don't like girls'- he whispered conspiratorially. I immediately agreed, so, he would know that already! Next he asked me when I would come again. And if he could help again. His looks showed some wild eager to meet me again. My first answer I was thinking of being back the next hour. Nonsense of course, but next day could be an option. Getting some crates of beer and other drinks is never an idle journey! So we agreed to meet again tomorrow and maybe all the next days. I meant it as joke, but he looked so happy, thinking I would come every day. Besides helping me a hand, he couldn't stop admiring my car. Asking all about it! Yes, it was a special sportive looking Mini Cooper. I once bought it, knowing that little boys would admire it. Between all his further questions I already learned a lot. There was no car nor father at home. Time to make a strategy to become closer in the future. Reluctantly we both said good bye and a sturdy: see you tomorrow! It was a warm night jerking with just that one idea in my head. The next day I worked, I was music teacher in an anonymous big town. I hurried back home soon as possible and next to the supermarket. I had figured out a slight strategy to come more close to my goal. Before entering I already noticed my little friend Gerben. We waved and he immediately joined me. Asking to go inside with me, helping me there too. I wondered what the other kids would say. Seeing my little friend getting all the benefits from me? But when I asked about that the clever little rascal said: no problem. He already had told the others: I was his uncle. -So please, tell them I'm your cousin- was his next order! What a clever devil, attached with me for ever near that supermarket! (I remembered sort like boys on the beach of Sri Lanka, sticked to you) All the essentials I had bought yesterday already. Now I just loaded some crates of beer and another drink. And now Gerben was the one choosing that other drink. Passing the pizza's he pointed his fave and so they were loaded. As well some favourite sweets too, walking with his sugar uncle. It looked like we were really related, even for a long, long time. Leaving the store some kids made some weak effort for the coupons. Their reaction was more like wishing to have an uncle like Gerben had. Filling the car with crates is something different for a little boy. He dropped slightly a crate on his feet. That was one of my strategies: bring a hurt boy home! He must have known it, helping me this way?! Now I got the chance to massage the poor foot -and leg of course...- The boy repeatedly said it didn't hurt at all, but did let me go on. When I said I had expected to call an ambulance or I bring you home, His face cleared up: a ride in this favourite car right now, of course! He jumped quickly in and waved happily to the crowd of youngsters, still outside that door of gentle coupons giving people. Gerben had to guide me to his home. It seemed to be a long way from the store. Then I discovered he made me drive rounds through the little town. And meanwhile enjoying the new sweets. I didn't disagree with that all, being together a longer time. We also had good conversations. I learned a lot about his life at home, at school and at the soccer club. At home with one little brother and a mother working long days or evenings. The neighbour kept an eye on the boys alone or another babysitter. Meanwhile I kept on stroking his leg higher and higher. To keep your blood running through your legs, I explained. To anticipate pain, to feel comfortable was my other excuse. Gerben had stopped telling me there was no pain, nor anything. He seemed to like this treat surely. He even got himself closer and closer to me. When I stopped stroking, he asked not to stop. I could see in his pants even a little bulb growing up. What a lucky me! Is steering a car difficult? was our next conversation. I told the boy that other little friends enjoyed driving my car once. They were sitting on my lap to keep some control by myself. The other kids were teens now, still enjoying me lessons. Their parents still believed they learned to play an instrument. But they did't know what instrument mostly... The memories made my bulb humping. After the driving story Gerben almost tried to climb on me. Later, later I told him, later on an empty parking lot! In the meantime the boy almost hung into me. I smelled and felt all the good things from a hot little boy... At last we arrived at home. I laughed loud seeing a street nearby, leading to the supermarket. Gerben looked at me with a broad grin. I opened his door and at once he behaved like a handicapped victim. He was hanging on my arm as if he hardly could walk. It looked like the other way: Gerben dragging me into his house. He just wanted me to meet his mother. Being inside he told the story about helping me and clumsy hurt his foot. To prove it, he humped around like being hurt terribly! His mother first look shocked, but not anymore after inspecting the foot. She knew her son and his exaggerating, she said. And all his other peculiar behaviour. How Gerben always is gone for long time, meeting wrong friends. How his school results caused problems like his bad math results. And not being able to help out with that. How difficult to raise the kids on her own. To get a babysit all the time. Difficult to pay their clubs like football, school fees and clothes. Gerben looked at me with a funny look from having a hard time with her. Here was my chance! I told mum, being a teacher I could look at his math work. A nodding mother and very hard nodding Gerben did it. It did it for some reaction in my pants too, again. After some running up and down and coffee for `the teacher' we sat down. Gerben came close, to show me his math and his task. Whispering about the sums and a remark about his leg, `still hurting.' Of course he couldn't say: rub my legs please... Slowly I realised this boy might not be good in Math. But very good in seducing me to give him his fave feelings. So playing my fingers higher and higher I noticed an impatient dick. And also a little hand investigated me all up... The table and its cloth were a good protection from prying eyes. And the whispering in my ear about sums and ... made it even hotter. For the need of the calculator I took my phone. And when only the two of us were in the room, I took pictures of my angel's face. Like a pro he looked into the camera, seductive, tongue out, licking. And the little devil pushed his red hair forward like Justin Bieber... What a night I had to expect with those pics... Or cosy time like this couldn't last long. Mother asked to get ready for dinner, she had to leave for work soon. Gerben looked ugly when he heard she had a prepared lasagne for dinner. He rather wanted a pizza, but mother told him she ran out of that. Now Gerben knew the solution: the teacher's pizza's in the car! (I already had never expected it to become `my pizza's `) Mother smiled and apologized for her cheeky kid. But like Gerben is able to seduce me for his wishes, the same to his mum. That pleading look melts down everyone I guess. So mum, wanted to buy my pizza's and I agreed. Gerben jumped up and with a firm kiss I was rewarded. The same for his mum. We both giggled and smiled for this heart-warming reward. It didn't surprise mum, Gerben acted like this often, she said. Getting the pizza's out of the car was a farewell the same time. Staying longer would look too suspicious. When mum had given the money we agreed I would come once more. To see and help the funny little devil with his math. Gerben told her I had made some things clear now about math. He wanted me every possible time, even day and night he joked. (did he?) We agreed every second day to start with, to get him going. We exchanged or mobile numbers in case that. I saw little Gerben behind mums back also using a mobile... I refused a fee for helping, but suggested a nice cake would do. Or a bottle of booze. (booze from Gerben? When will that come...) A final fare well in the car was as close we could get without suspicion. Holding again firm the love tools, this boy knew how to enjoy life! He managed to give me an inside cumming in a short time. I wondered what his possibilities of ejaculation would be like... Saw little brother just arriving a glimpse of this all? Wow, another little red devil, was I only dreaming all the time? next chapters to follow comments are very welcome at coif23@protonmail.com did you enjoy this start? Don't forget to donate to nifty.org!