Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2020 17:52:34 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Can I Watch? (Adult Youth) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 13, If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading his. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. Please check out my other stories, "Jim" (Adult/Youth), which is a one-off story like this, and "Growing Up Kyle" (Gay Incest), which is a series that comes out twice a month. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Can I Watch? I was 10 the first time. I was a lithe child, slim and toned. I never thought I was attractive by any means, but a few of the girls in my class thought I was cute...unfortunately for them, I was into boys; had been since as far back as I could remember. Older men were a particular weakness. I had few male teachers, and I had crushes on most of them. Although I hadn't hit puberty yet, I had a fascination with my penis since I was very little. I would often touch myself at night and whenever I thought to do so during the day. I had experimented with other boys in the neighborhood and at school a couple of times, but what I really wanted was for an older man to take me to his room, strip me naked and have his way with me. My father left when I was 2 and never came home. My mother raised me and my siblings in a cramped 2-bedroom apartment. There were four kids: 2 boys, 2 girls. The girls (both older) got the bed, while my older brother and I slept on the floor. The age difference between my siblings and I was rather big. My sisters were twins and seniors in high school, while my brother was starting his freshman year. My sisters never talked about our father, while Billy would only talk about how mean our dad was. Though it was never stated, I got the impression that Billy was hurt in some way by our father. Billy and I slept next to each other, and he would have nightmares. The only thing that would calm him down was holding me close. I didn't mind this, as I love being held and Billy's morning wood would find its way towards my butthole. He never penetrated me, but it always got me horny. My mother had dated many men by the time I was 10. Most fled the moment they met us kids, and few would stay around. One man in particular caught my attention. Harry was a beefy man. He was about 5'10" and 200 pounds. He was a complicated guy. Sometimes he was as happy as could be, while others he was a full-blown prick. Harry also gave off a creepy vibe to my siblings, especially my sisters, who did everything they could to avoid him. Billy was uneasy around Harry, as well. When it was just "us guys", Harry would make random comments about not wearing underwear and a lot of dick jokes. Despite everyone's opinions about Harry, I was actually attracted to him. I would lay in Billy's arms at night, playing with my little dick, thinking about Harry having his way with me. I would try to be alone with Harry as much as I could. One day, it was just Harry and I in the apartment. My sisters were at work, while my mother took Billy to an appointment. I slept in late, got up, and walked in my white briefs to the bathroom. I hadn't heard the shower going as I opened the door. I looked and saw Harry, naked, taking a show with the curtain open. He lived up to his name, as he had a fair amount of body hair on his back, thick ass and legs. My little dick got instantly hard. "Hey, little guy," Harry said shocked. "I thought I locked the door." "I gotta pee," I mumbled, my eyes wide with shock. "Go for it. I'm almost done." I walked to the toilet, pulled down my briefs and tried peeing, but as most guys know, it's almost impossible to pee with a boner. I stood there for a long while, but no amount of pushing was getting my backed up urine to leave. I heard the shower turn off and Harry moving behind me. "Having problems?" I looked up and over, and Harry was standing next to me, still naked, looking down at my baby boner. "It won't work," I muttered. Harry was only making things worse, and I tried very hard to not stare at his rather large, thick and cut dick. "Move over and maybe I can help." I scooted over, and Harry moved closer. He grabbed his dick and urine started gushing out. I just watched as his meaty dick released the golden liquid. I looked up at Harry, who was just smiling down at me. Once he was finished, he shook his dick dry, a drop of urine touched my face. He reached over, wiped it off, and said, "Here, let me help." He leaned down, moved my finger, and took hold of my hard-on. I quivered at the touch of his tough fingers as they started to gently stroke my cock. Harry stood there, rolling my little boner between his fingers; eventually, I could take it anymore, and I started to piss. I was panting the entire time. Once I was finished, he shook my softening dick, patted my ass then walked into my mom's rooms. Billy made plans to stay at his best friend's house that night, and the girls went out of town for a concert, which left me, my mom and Harry at home. With it just being the three of us, we had a pizza ordered in and watched a movie. Mom and Harry sat on the couch, while I sat on the floor, wishing that I was next to Harry. Once it got late, mom told me to go to bed. It was very rare that I was forced to sleep alone. I had the bed all to myself, but after sleeping on the floor for most of my life, it wasn't very comfortable. I was also used to having Billy holding me, so there was little to no chance of sleeping. It was about two in the morning when I decided to get up and see what I could find in the kitchen. I opened my bedroom door and saw Harry watching TV alone. As I quietly approached, I saw that he was only wearing sweatpants, and that he was watching some kind of children's programming. I was a couple feet from him, when Harry whispered, "Can't sleep?" "No," I whispered back. "You know you shouldn't be up, walking around." "I know." I looked at the TV and said, "Can't I watch?" Harry hesitated for a few minutes then said, "Sure." He patted the seat next to him, but something in me directed me to his lap instead. I climbed up and he didn't try stopping me.. Feeling his bare, fuzzy chest heaving against my bare, hairless back started to get me hard again. I leaned my head back, laying it against the nape of his neck I felt his head lean into mine. I took his right arm and pulled it around me, resting his hand on my stomach. Very slowly, Harry began to rub my belly. If I had been ticklish, I would've been screaming with laughter; however, Harry's soft touch only turned me on more. I was sitting, straddling his right leg. I felt his left leg move to widen the gap and my left leg was now pressing against Harry's growing dick. I started to swing my leg, rubbing it against the stocky, older man. I whispered, "Is it true that you don't wear underwear?" I could barely see Harry's eyes close at my words. "Yes," He whispered back. "Can I see?" Harry pulled back the top of his sweatpants to reveal his 6 inch, hard cock. "Can I touch it?" "Yes." I leaned down and took a hold of his hot, throbbing cock. It was definitely bigger than anything I had ever touched before. Harry's breathing was getting heavier as I started to stroke him. Before I could react, Harry stood up, dumping me onto the floor. At first I thought I was going to get in trouble; instead, Harry pulled off his sweats and tore my briefs off. He laid me on the couch and started to suck my dick. I was in awe of his skills and tried to stifle my moans of pleasure. Harry sat up and pulled my face towards his own, dripping cock. It took a long time for me to realize that it wasn't urine that leaked from his faucet of a cock, but I swallowed it all anyway. I worked and worked his cock into my throat. I nearly threw up a few times, but that's what he wanted. He re-positioned us again, this time into a 69. I sucked his cock, deep throating when he forced me all the way down, as he ate my ass. So much was going on, I started to get lost in the high of it all. We changed positions one last time, with me on my back, and Harry pinning my legs back as he aimed his well, lubed cock with my asshole. He wasn't gentle as he shoved his meat into my virgin hole. I started to let out a little scream, but it was muffled with a nearby pillow. Harry slid in and pulled out his hard cock, giving no mercy. My eyes rolled back into my head, I saw stars and felt the most exquisite pain of my life. The harder and faster he pumped the closer to heaven I got. A few times, I felt a beefy hand wrap around my throat. My body went rigid and shook several times, which I later found out were dry orgasms. If I had started puberty by then, I would've been slick with my own cum. After what felt like a lifetime, Harry gave one last thrust in, went rigid and shook. His breathing was labored and his sweat covered us both. Harry pulled out of my with a slight pop. I could feel my asshole quiver as it started to go back to normal. Harry grabbed my briefs, wiped his dick off then wiped my ass with them. "You're not getting these back," He panted. "Won't mom get mad at me?" "She doesn't ever need to know about this, and neither does anyone else. I'll get into a lot of trouble." "I won't tell anyone. I promise." At those words, Harry leaned down and kissed me on the moth, his tongue, massaging mine. "Tired yet?" He asked. "Yeah," I said. Harry picked me up and carried me into my room, where we slept till the next morning.