Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2010 21:41:20 +0100 From: Pok Bepxtep Subject: Backdoor shenanigans One sunny afternoon I was sitting in my backyard working on some cd cover designs when suddenly two small hands turned the world jet black. "Guess who!" a young but very familiar voice said from behind me. The first shock of surprise survived, I shrugged and said: "I don't know... Kermit the Frog?" "Nooooo," the high pitched voice whined. The hands let go and their owner appeared before me, "It's me, silly." "Ooooh, now I recognize you. Hello, Silly." The youngster just sighed deeply, rolling his eyes and then treated me to that world famous smile of his. "Hey, Johnny," he answered my greeting. Silly, who's actually called Elijah, is an nine-year old boy who lives a few blocks down the street. I first met Elijah shortly after I moved into the neighbourhood, together with the two next door kids, Erick and Nathan. The threesome was playing soccer on the little field that's behind my backyard. The stakes that hold up the fence seemingly make up for a decent makeshift goal. Unfortunately for the kids using my fence as target, aiming too high means the ball ends up in my backyard. The first time this happened, the boys rang my doorbell to ask me if I could throw the ball back over the fence. I can never say no to young boys so I happily obliged. Of course it didn't take long before the bell rang again. When I opened the door the second time, it was only Elijah who stood there politely asking me to return their toy. Because I was well aware that this would happen more often, I decided to strike a deal. "They sent you out on your own this time, huh," I said to the boy standing before me. "Heh, yeah," the little blonde kid nodded, presenting me with his killer smile for the first time. "You can get your ball back in a bit, but if you walk through the house with me, I'm gonna show you how you can get it back more easily," I said, already stepping aside to invite the youngster in. "Oh, okay," he agreed a bit curiously and then came in. I closed the door behind him and then escorted him through the house and into the backyard where he immediately spotted the ball. As he grabbed the leather, I walked down the lawn towards the fence where I undid the latch of the little gate that opens out on the field the boys were playing. "Look," I said to the boy when he joined me, "from now on you can come in through here when the ball flies over the fence." I opened the gate, finding the his friends sitting on the grass waiting for their messenger to return. "Oh, cool, thanks," the kid said gratefully as he walked through the gate. "You're welcome," I smiled, glad to have made the little guy happy. "I'll leave the gate unlatched while I'm home. If you find it shut, it means I'm probably not here, but you can always come and ring the bell to make sure. "Yep, okay," he nodded while the others joined us to find out what was going on. The threesome thanked me again and went off to carry on with their games. It was the first interaction between me and Elijah. Over the time, they grew used to their freedom to come in whenever they needed to retrieve their ball (or whatever they threw over the fence) and we got to know each other pretty well. Nathan and Erick were good kids, overall. They were the sons of my next door neighbour, aged eleven and ten. The youngest of the two, Nathan, was a splitting image of his brother, both the same deep dark eyes and spikey brown hair. But I didn't pay as much attention to them as I did to Elijah, for various reasons. Where Nathan and Erick looked pretty cute, Elijah was drop dead gorgeous. He had lovely blue eyes that seemed to sparkle whenever he made eye contact. He had half long golden blond hair that danced up and down with every gracious step he made. And of course, his killer smile that could brighten up your day every time. Elijah actually seemed to be pretty aware of the effect his smiles had on me and flauntered it generously. Elijah was the silent one of the three, often being caught up in between the two rivalling sibblings, or sometimes even being the subject of their arguments. I was often involved in their games, so I got to observe Elijah quite a bit. I had the vague impression he was actually pretty happy to have me there, especially when the two brothers were having their daily discussions. After a couple of weeks, the games sometimes transferred to my backyard where I could treat the boys to ice cream and soda and other sweets. Their parents were already aware of them occasionally spending time with me. I got to know Erick's and Nathan's parents pretty well during springtime, during their famous barbecue gatherings. Elijah's mother Linda (his father had passed away when he was three) I didn't see very often, but she was a friendly lady in whom I could easily recognize Elijah's good looks and quiet nature. Usually when you saw one of the three boys, you could be pretty sure the others were in the neighbourhood, so I was a bit surprised to see Elijah here alone. A welcome surprise, cause I'd been silently hoping to be able to spend some time with just the little blonde. The joyfull way he announced his arrival today told me he didn't mind either. "Just you and me today," I said as he sat down next to me. Elijah nodded and said: "Yeah, Nate and Erick have gone to the sea with their parents for the weekend." "I see. You must be bored out of your mind, then." "Yep... So I thought I could come and bug you some," Elijah grinned. "Hehe... I'm glad you did, kiddo," I smiled, reaching out to pat his knee. "And what would you like to do today?" "Dunno, really..." "Well, since the others will probably be taking a dip in the sea, I thought maybe you and I could go swim, too." "You mean go to the pool? That'd be cool, I'll go tell my mom and get my swim gear," Elijah said cheerfully, happy with the idea of a dive in the pool. "Okido. Get your bike as well so we can ride to the pool together. I'll come pick you up at your place in ten minutes." "Kewl!!" the kid said as he dashed off again. -------------------------------- Ten minutes later I arrived at Elijah's place. He was already waiting impatiently for me, riding his bike in circles on the driveway. His mom was with him, holding his backpack. I said hello to her and chatted for a bit. She thanked me for taking her boy out for a swim, telling me he could be quite annoying when he got bored. I told her the pleasure was all mine and that I was happy to entertain the munchkin for a while. During the ride to the pool, which was about 5 kilometers away from where we live, we talked about computer games and music and whatnot. Actually, Elijah seemed more talkative when Erick and Nathan weren't around. I didn't mind one bit and was happy to listen to whatever he had to say. When we arrived at the pool (they have a great outdoors one with slides and board and everything), we quickly changed into our swimgear. I made sure to wear a speedo underneath my shorts, to make sure I would be showing how excited I really was about spending time with Elijah. After all, I'd be seeing quite a lot of the boy, today. I was already nuts about him, but I was also pretty curious about what his body looked like underneath his clothes. And his body was flawless. He was nicely built. His frail shoulders and chest were nicely shaped and his tout belly with a cute innie belly button was so cute it was hard for me not to grab him and blow kisses on it. He was wairing swim shorts that came down halfway his thighs. At first they hung losely on his hips, but with the wetness of the water, they gave away his perfectly shaped little butt. I can assure you I was very happy I'd put on the speedos. Except for a few quick races in which Elijah showed what a good swimmer he was, we mostly spent our time going down the big tube slide and just wrestling each other in the shallow end. I especially enjoyed all the physical contact and by the way he was constantly giggling and laughing, I could tell Elijah was having a lot of fun aswell. We went on and on for almost two hours, until I could no longer keep up with his everlasting energy. I called it quits, leaving the boy a bit disappointed. His disappointment only lasted for a little while, until I sat him down on my towel and offered him an ice cream. In the shade of a big tree, we quietly ate our ice cream and let the summer warmth dry us completely. We chitchatted for a while and then decided to go back home. When I was about to get up, Elijah suddenly crawled towards me and gave me a big hug, kissing me lovingly on the cheek. "Thanks for taking me out swimming," he whispered, again flashing his smile at me. Taken a bit off guard, I smiled back and wrapped my arms around him to accept his token of affection, saying: "That's okay, kiddo, I had a great time." "Yeah, me too," he agreed and kissed me again, right before heading to the locker rooms where we got our stuff. We decided not to change, since we were dry again. I just put on my shirt because I get sunburnt easily, he rode back home in nothing but his swimshorts and sneakers, which was actually quite sexy. When we got back home, Elijah dropped his bike and kissed me once again before saying goodbye. I stayed there on the sidewalk until he was safely inside and then rode back home, feeling better than I ever had in my entire life and hoping for this perfect day with Elijah to soon be repeated. Those hopes would prove to become real a lot sooner than I'd expected. Upon getting home, I immediately went upstairs for a quick shower to wash of the scent of chlorine and to freshen up. Not five minutes after finishing my shower, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there he was again, my little friend, dressed in nothing but a pair of loose fitting shorts and sandals. Believe me, summer can be a very nice time! Behind him stood his mother, holding a small backpack. I said hello to her too and then invited them in. "So, Johnny," Linda said, "I here you and my little boy had a great time this afternoon." A bit surprised by her directness, I smiled back and said: "Yeah, it was fun. Elijah's a great kid to hang out with." "He feels the same about you, Johnny," she stated rather matter of factly. "He went on and on about your time at the pool when he got back. I haven't seen him so excited in a long time." "That's nice to hear. I'm pretty sure we can do this again some day, with your permission." "Permission granted," Linda simply nodded. "Actually, I came here to ask you for a favour." "Go ahead." "Well, I'm going to the movies with my sister this evening and I needed a sitter for Elijah," she explained. "When I told Elijah about needing a sitter, he told me to ask you, so here we are." "I see," I nodded. I glanced at Elijah who looked at me with large begging puppy dog eyes. "I suppose I could watch him for a couple of hours," I said, making sure not to sound too enthousiastic to the boy's mom. "Actually, I'd appreciate it if he could spend the night, because my sister and I will probably not be back before 2 o'clock," Linda said. "That's okay, I got a spare room where he can sleep," I agreed, my heart making a few happy summersaults. "You're sure it's okay? I don't want you to feel obligated," the woman wanted to make sure. "Yeah, it's fine," I said, "I'd love to have him for the night. It'll be nice to have some company and Elijah's good company." "Okay, then, it's settled," Linda smiled, looking relieved to having found a sitter for her son. She then handed me the backpack and said: "His pj's and a shirt for tomorrow are in here. You just drop him off before lunch tomorrow, you can then stay and share lunch with us." "Sure thing," I said, taking over the small backpack. "Thanks, Johnny, you're a lifesaver," Linda said. "I owe you one." "Nah, we're good. Lunch will be just fine, just don't go serving me any Brussels sprouts." "I won't," she laughed and then gave her son a big hug. "You be a good boy, Elsy," she said. "I will, mom, I promise," the boy nodded as he hugged her back. "Have fun with aunty Mary." "Thanks, honey," Linda smiled proudly at Elijah. "See you tomorrow, then." Elijah and I said our goodbyes to the boy's mother and I shut the door, escorting Elijah into the living room. "Well, well, little one, were you already missing me that much?" I asked him teasingly. "Noooo... I just couldn't resist the chance to come bug you some more," Elijah said, sticking his tongue out. "Ha, and who said I wouldn't be the kinda babysitter that sends kids straight up to bed to get them out of their hair," I carried on joking around. "Yeah right, well, then I'll be the kinda kid that gets his babysitter a nervous brakedown!" the kid shot back. "Sigh... Okay, you win," I sighed, winking at the kid. "Well, then, little brat, what would you like to do tonight?" Elijah didn't answer right away but silently took his backpack from me, unzipped in and dug his little hand in. "I thought that with it being warm still, we could go out in the backyard and play with these," he suggested, holding up a bag of water balloons. "Haven't been wet enough today, kiddo?" I asked, laughing at his resourcefulness. "Okay, then, I'll fill them up. You go on ahead and prepare yourself to a nice bombing!" Giggling the kid kicked off his shoes and then skipped ahead of me and out into the backyard while I started preparing the balloons, collecting them in two equal buckets. Ten minutes later we were chasing each other, trying to get the other one as wet as possible. I must say the kid knows how to throw, cause I got hit with every shot he took. I didn't really dodge, but still, he proved to be a very agile little fellow. But don't let that fool you, I got him pretty wet aswell, and when our ammo was gone, we simply switched to splashing the content of the buckets at each other. By the time it started getting darker outside, both of us were soaking and exhausted. When we called it quits, I dropped down on the grass, flat on my back, expecting him to copy me. Instead, he decided to lie down on top of me, his dripping wet body on mine. To me it was his way to tell me he was having a great time, so without giving it any second thought, I wrapped my arms around him and gently caressed his back while. He sighed deeply and relaxed completely into my arms. It amazed me at first to find out Elijah was such an affectionate little boy. I didn't mind one bit, though. Feeling the light weight of his body on top of mine was a wonderful sensation. The silky softness of his flawless, well tanned skin only added to the almost therapeutic effect of it all. I already knew I was pretty fond of Elijah, but his physical closeness made me realize how much I'd grown to love him. We barely moved a muscle for the next ten minutes, but then the call of nature forced Elijah to end our intimate moment. "I gotta go pee," he said as he lifted his upper body to face me. "Sure thing, buddy," I smiled, looking up into his sparkling blue eyes. "The bathroom's down the hall on your left." "Okay," he nodded, and right before he got off of me, he bent down to give me wet kiss on the cheek. As he jogged back inside, I watched him closely, still feeling the wetness of his kiss on my cheek. More and more I felt certain of how much the kid meant to me. Not only his freely given affection, but also his wonderful physical appearance were slowly becoming impossible to resist. I actually felt ashamed when I started thinking about what he'd look like without those blue and black shorts, but not without being very aware of my desire to one day see him completely naked. Shaking my head to snap back to reality, I got up from the grass, went inside and poured us two glasses of iced tea. As I sat down in front of my computer to look for some games for us to play, Elijah announced from down the hall that he'd go upstairs to put his pj's on. I told him where to find his room for the night, meanwhile launching Age of Empires. While the game was loading, the sound of two bare feet betrayed my young guest's silent arrival. Turning to where I heard the light footsteps, I found Elijah already standing next to, wearing nothing but his pyjama bottoms. Those pj bottoms were nothing more than a flimsy pair of shorts that only reached about five inches beneath his little butt. I thought to myself they couldn't come any cuter than this. I smiled at Elijah, who was already paying more attention to the game appearing on the screen. "Wanna play?" I asked, already knowing he'd say yes. "Sure," he nodded enthousiastically. "Cool. Pull up a chair so we can get the show on the road," I said, pointing him to a chair. Elijah briefly glanced in the direction I was pointing, but then turned to me again, looking as if I'd just said something incredibly silly. Instead of grabbing the chair, he simple manoeuvred himself into my lap, shifting and shuffling until he was comfortable. After having him spontaneously lie down on top of me earlier, this didn't really surprise me. The chair thingy was just to make it his choice to sit in my lap. I didn't need any second invitation to wrap my arms around him and give him a welcoming hug, which made him giggle cutely. I started out by explaining him how the game worked. From there we worked together making our Roman emperium grow and defeat other armies. It was fun and very relaxing and he clearly enjoyed playing it with me. After a while I let him do most of the clicking, cause I started paying more attention to scrolling my hands over his lovely young body. My hands were all over his bare torso, going up from his belly to his chest and down again, moving my hands in slow circles and occasionally stopping to rub his little nipples and belly button. When he would lean forward to reach the mouse better, my hands would move over his shoulders to his back, caressing him tenderly just the way I'd done while he was on top of me in the backyard. When our civilization reached the Iron Ages, I decided to colonize Elijah's legs. I put my right hand on his thigh and started rubbing it up and down in circular motions, making sure to cover as much of the soft, smooth skin as possible. I only went as far as where his shorts went, not daring to venture any closer to his boy parts. At one point during a battle with the Greek, he moved his legs apart a bit, but I wasn't sure if that was an invitation or if he was just shifting his position. Now and then I let him know how much I liked having him so close by kissing his cheek, neck or shoulder. This first led to giggles and smiles, but as the Age of Empire centuries went by, the kisses were answered by soft purring, just like a little kitten. This told me that my affections were being well appreciated and I was more than happy to continue. About an hour into the game Elijah suddenly turned to me, his eyes mirroring the images on screen. "Can I get another ice tea?" he asked politely. "Of course, kiddo, they're in the fridge," I nodded. "Get me one too, I'll pause the game for you." "Okay," he said as he slided off my lap. He took a few steps towards the kitchen, but then returned and whispered in my ear: "It's really nice sitting in your lap and you touching me like that." And before I could react, he was already gone to get our drinks. He came back only two minutes later. He handed me my glass and took a sip of his before putting it on the desk in front of him. He didn't sit down right away, but stood next to me until I finished my drink and unpaused the game. While he was standing next to me, I took the opportunity to run my right hand over the back of his leg. I started just above his knee and slowly moved my hand up, higher and higher until I felt the hem of his shorts. I then decided to take my chances to see how he'd react to me going a bit further. At a slower pace, my hand continued its voyage up, expecting to soon hit the hem of his underwear. It never did. All the palm of my hand found was the soft, smooth curve of Elijah's left butt cheek. Although soft snickering was the boy's only eraction, probably both amused and surprised to feel my hand on his bare rear end, I thought it was wise to disguise the discovery as unintended. "Oops, sorry," I said, removing my hand from his little butt. "It's cool," the boy smiled, "it just felt a bit funny." "Okay, then," I said, gently pulling the boy back onto my lap. "No undies?" "Nope, never for the night," he said, shaking his head as he slid back to get comfy again. "As long as you sleep well, it's all find with me," I told him, wrapping my arms around him. "Now what was it you said you liked about sitting here?" "Hehe... It kinda feels nice when you touch me all over," the boy giggled, and even without seeing his face, I just knew his cheeks were blushing cherry red. "Hmmmm, I see. You mean like this?" I asked, gently roaming my hand over his belly. "Hmyeah," the boy hummed. "Well, then, how about I continue doing this while you carry on with your game. How's that sound?" "Cool," he simply said, leaning forward to reach for the mouse to carry on building up his empire. I was true to form and picked up where I'd stopped, covering every inch of his bare body. One thing made it a bit different, though. The knowledge of his not wearing anything underneath his pj shorts and having held his little butt for a few seconds was continuously playing in the back of my mind. His pj bottoms had already proved to be only a very small obstacle to take if I wanted to explore the still hidden parts of his body. For a while my mind went back and forth between taking the final jump or playing it safe. Elijah's cool reaction to feeling my hand on his butt finally flipped the coin to taking my chances. So, after moving my hand back to his legs and repeating the circular motions on his thigh for a couple of minutes, I started expanding my territory. First I just moved my hand a little higher, the leg of his shorts sliding up whenever I touched it. Every time I did this I went just a little bit higher, until I was brave enough to slip my fingers underneath the hem of the boy's shorts. While I was moving closer and closer to Elijah's boyparts, the boy remained focussed on the game. Just like before he'd just spread his legs a bit further, again leaving me to wonder if it was intentional or just for convenience. With my free left hand I continued caressing Elijah's belly and chest to make my getting closer to his boyparts a mere part of me touching him the way he'd admittedly enjoyed. After a while my hand was as high up his shorts as they would allow. I knew my fingers were only millimeters away from the forbidden zone. I circled his thigh a couple of times more and then moved up another inch, my forefinger now making contact with the delicate skin of the fleshy pouch that held his little nuggets. Or course Elijah felt it. He giggled a bit, his body tightening at first but then relaxing again. I of course had to make sure if me crossing the line met with his approval. "Oy... Didn't mean for that to happen," I lied, holding my hand still on his thigh, but away from his privates. "It's okay," he said, looking back at me over his shoulder with a trusting smile on his lips. "It tickles a bit," he added. "Is it okay for me to go on or would you rather I didn't?" I asked rather directly. I guessed a direct question would give me a clearer answer as to what he wanted. "I don't mind," he said, still smiling. "You sure?" I asked again. "Even if I'd go a little further?" "Yep," he just nodded, looking very sure of himself. I then smiled back at him and gently squeezed his leg, letting him know I was more than happy to continue with what I was doing. To me, it was his own boyish curiosity that wanted me to carry on and he clearly trusted me to go on making him feel good the way I'd done the entire evening. After all, only he knows best what he likes and he clearly liked the physical contact that was developping between us. In his young innocent mind, that physical contact included his privates and he probably wouldn't have taken no for an answer. "Okay then," I simply said and then kissed him tenderly in the nook of his slender neck. He sighed deeply when my lips touched his skin and then completely relaxed again, turning back to the computer screen where he aptedly exitted Age of Empires and started searching the net for some quick games. He also found the iTunes icon, clicked it and hit the play button for some music. Clearly the little one was quite familiar with computers. With Sigur Ros (a bit heavy for a an nine-year old) on the background and Elijah clicking away at some bubbleshooter game, I commenced another round of rubbing and caressing his wonderfully soft and warm skin. Now that Elijah had given me the go ahead to invade the last capital vestige of his body, my hand sought more and more contact with his boyhood. At first I limitted myself to brushing my hand past his little nuggets, but after a while I thought the time was right to focus on Elijah's boyparts. I moved my fingers more inward and folded them underneath his olive sized balls, which still sat tightly in their fleshy confinement. I kneeded them gently for a while and then enveloped the palm of my hand over the whole of his genital area. This was the point of no return and Elijah finally gave up on concentrating on the games, too curious about what I would do 'down there'. He spread his legs a bit further, this time clearly to allow me more room to manoeuvre and then grunted deeply when the palm of my hand touched his little dicky for the very first time. I'd already noticed he was no longer paying attention to whatever the pc screen displayed, so I wrapped my left arm around him and gently pulled him closer, allowing him to lean into me. He willingly let himself sink deeper into my lap, looking down at where he felt my hand manipulate his most private of body parts. I continued toying with the Elijah's little balls, moving the around with my fingers. I soon felt his little dicky react underneath the palm of my hand. I now started rubbing my hand over his boyhood, starting below his little ballsack and gliding all the way up over his hardening penis. With every caress his dicky grew harder and bigger and with that, I sensed the boy's breathing become heavier, clearly excited about everything that was going on. Of course in the position we were sitting in front of the pc, it was pretty obvious Elijah would be able to feel my excitement, as well. I didn't quite know if he was ready for that, yet. Discovering how his body reacts to being touched like that was probably already a great deal for a boy so young. I had no intention whatsoever to quit, but I needed a little break for myself. So, I leant forward a bit, kissed him on his cheek and then almost whispered to him: "Would you get up for a second, buddy? I need a refill on my drink." Sighing deeply, clearly disappointed that I broke off such a wonderful moment, he slowly got up and stood in front of the chair. I got up too and went into the kitchen where I filled up both our glasses. In my head every possible outcome of what was happening played before me. One side of told me to quit what I was doing while I still could, but I quickly dismissed that thought, because Elijah might feel rejected if I did that. Another side of me urged me to go on and to even take it as far as possible while I had the chance, but there was no way I could ever do that. But stopping now was definitely not an option. I'd only be fooling myself if I did and I'd mostly hurt the boy's feelings. He clearly enjoyed what I was doing, even if he didn't quite know what it was. There was one thing I would never be able to resist doing and it was the first item on my to do list. My mind back on track, my excitement still very much present inside my jeans shorts I went back into the living room, finding Elijah still standing in front of the chair, clicking through the songs on iTunes. I steered myself back into the chair and Elijah immediately followed my lead, eager to reclaim his place in my lap. But with the boy standing there before me, leaning on the desk until I was ready to receive him, I knew there wouldn't be any better time to fulfill that one task that lay before me. I grabbed the boy by the waste and said: "Wait. Stay as you are." Elijah looked back at me over his shoulder, seemingly a bit frustrated. "Huh? why?" he asked. I moved one hand underneath the hem of his shorts and started rubbing one of his bare butt cheeks. "Well," I said, "I just wanna make sure if you're still okay with all this." "Yeah, I am," he said, almost offended I dared to ask. "Really? You like what I'm doing, then, huh?" "Yeah, it feels really great," he nodded with boyish eagerness. "I'm glad to hear that," I smiled, still petting his soft little buns. "And I'll be happy to go on, but there's one thing I gotta do before I do so." "What's that?" the kid wanted to know. I removed my hands from his butt and then grabbed his shorts with both hands. "This!" I simply said, and started pulling his shorts down, fast enough to make sure they were below his little butt before he could react. "Hey!" he yelped when he realized what I was doing. "No fair!" But instead of trying to prevent me from dropping his shorts all the way, he just gazed back at me over his shoulder, grinning mischievously. "Hehe, sorry," I laughed, letting gravity take care of the rest of his shorts' decent. I slapped his butt a couple of times, saying: "I just couldn't resist." "You're nuts," he said, sticking his tongue out at me. "I know, I know," I snickered. "I just wanted to make whatever we were doing a bit more interesting." "How do you mean?" he asked not quite having a clue of what I was talking about. "Well, with your shorts out of the way, you get to see what I'm doing, and I get to see what I'm doing it with," I explained. "That is, if you still wanna carry on with it." "For the last time, yes, I wanna go on", he sighed impatiently. "Well, then, get that cute little butt of yours over here," I said, grabbing him by his hips and pulling him against me. Giggling with anticipation, he immediately climbed back into his favourite position, wriggling his feet out of his shorts. Looking over his shoulder and down his nicely tanned chest and belly, I could now see for the first time, his boyhood, sticking up straight as a missile and the two little olive sized balls inside the fleshy pouch I'd first made contact with. Beholding the wonderful sight before me, I couldn't feel luckier, having the most adorably little boy completely naked in my arms, waiting for me to share with him a sensation he was yet unaware of. I wanted to tell Elijah right there and then how beautiful he was to me, but I knew that at the moment, he only wanted me to play with him. So without any further ado, my hand found its way back to the boy's delicate boyparts. I began by letting my hand slide over his little toys, starting just below his nuggets and going up slowly over his very stiff little dickie until my fingertips touch the little head. I repeat this a couple of times, with Elijah now observing my every move. After a while I decide to focus on his little dickie and to take the naked youngster in my lap to a yet unknown high. I take his fleshy spike between my thumb and two fingers and gently start moving his tender skin up and down. Moaning softly, Elijah lies back against me, his chest moving rapidly with excitement, I let my thumb play with the sensitive little head of his dicky, causing the boy to take deep breaths. Ever so slowly I pick up the rhythm of my fingers on his penis. Beads of sweat formed on his body, his belly raised and fell rapidly with his deep breathing and his lungs pressed out deep moans that had a mixtured of boyish excitement and wonder. It was more than clear that he was enjoying his first encounter with the sexual being that lived deep inside him. I pulled his sensitive faster and faster over the even more sensitive head of his stiff dickie. Then the little boy's body tensed up. He grabbed the armrests of the chair in a tight grip and his little feet hooked around it's legs, readying himself for something that was clearly happening in the depths of his body. Pure on instinct, his hips bucked up and down in my lap, meeting the movement of my hand on his dickie. A loud yell then escaped from his heaving lungs, announcing his first ever dry orgasm, his dickie pulsing violently in my hand, trying to fire off what was not yet there. His eyes were wide open, but probably saw nothing but bright stars on my living room ceiling. I kept jacking Elijah off until I felt the boy's sweaty butt settle back down in my lap and his moans and screams turned into deep breathing. The force of his orgasm slowly subsiding, Elijah melted completely into me. Clearly, the whole sensation had drained the boy completely, as I could slowly see the boy surrender to a deep sleep. I caressed his sweat covered hot body gently to help him doze off further and when I was sure not even a canon would wake him, I carried him up to the guest room. I laid him down and covered him up tightly. I kissed him on his forehead, which was still flush. He hummed softly and then turned over on his side to sleep away the night. I decided to call it a day too and headed downstairs to shut down the pc and clean up whatever mess Elijah and I had made. I found his pyjama bottoms still discarded on the floor by the computer. I picked it up and carried it up to where he was sleeping peacefully, placing on the chair beside him so he could put them on if he wanted to. I then went to bed myself, the whole scene going through my mind. It wasn't long before I needed to wipe myself clean with the piece of cloth I had under my pillow. Satisfied in every possible way, I drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming about my special guest in the room next door.