Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2021 22:31:01 +0000
From: ChubbyHank <ChubbyHank@protonmail.com>
Subject: Dillon-Boy Part 1     Adult/Youth

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Dillon-Boy Part 1

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He was my little buddy. When I started calling him that, I guess it would
have to be a couple of years ago. He's a slightly stocky kid with brown
hair, brown eyes, and freckles, and those perfect boy breasts, such cute
little mounds under his t-shirt. His bottom was round and firm-he knows
how to fill out a pair of stretchy shorts. He's nine or ten now,
probably seven or so when he first started to come and visit me.

Little buddy's name is Dillon Denner, his papa is Michael, and his mom
is Felicia. I was good friends with his grandparents just a couple of
doors down, when he and his parents came to live in the small house on
the back of the property, apparently, last minute accommodations. We had
a nice get together to welcome them, and that is where I met my little
buddy. Since then, he had followed his papa over to visit me at the wood
working shop in the back of my place. Michael was a nice guy and him
being a joiner, we had a few things in common. His wife is a great mom,
and she has no fear of wear something skimpy around her backyard. If I
was so inclined, I could get peeks at her fine breasts whenever she was
working on her flowers.

I was surprised one afternoon with a visit from Dillon on his own. He's
not big on hanging out in the small adjacent house his parents have been
forced into, and so he came to see me. Dillon likes the wood figures of
animals that I make and sell, and he seems to want to try his hand at it.
His papa doesn't mind as that means he and his son would have an
interest in common, but more likely he's glad someone else might be able
to take the time to teach him. His mama also doesn't mind having him out
from underfoot on a Saturday afternoon. For my part, Dillon is a nice
kid, respectful and funny even. My interest in him though gained a new
level on his second visit beyond just his curves and his good humor.

I was sitting outside my shop, as I often do in only my shorts. Each
house is set back and has a bit of property around the houses themselves,
and it's possible to have a nice moment out in the sun with shorts on
that just might allow a set of cock and balls to hang free -- to peek out
in the daylight. I could probably walk nude on the property if I wanted
to at certain times, but it's not that private, so a quick adjustment of
my sitting position and I'm covered if need be. And it was on such a
day, with eyes closed, sunning on my little stoop, that my second visit
with young Dillon commenced.

I had set myself out after lunch and had a coke with me. I wore a tank
top and a cut off pair of sweatpants that I turned into a pair of shorts
pretty much designed for me to be able to have my penis out when I wanted
to play with it or expose myself. Nothing like a walk in the park, find a
cute boy at play, squat down, and let my horny dick hang out for him to
see. This day, I sat in my lounge seat, I had my eyes closed, my head
back, my shorts gaping enough for my pecker to slip out, and that's when
I got startled by young Dillon. He said, `Hey,' only after coming right
up on me. I must have almost fallen asleep for me not to hear him. I
opened my eyes and he was right in front of me, my legs splayed. With a
quick look down, I thought everything should be all right. It seemed like
with the way my shorts lay, that I was probably covered. I didn't jerk
myself together as I didn't want to scare him so I sat there cautiously
and slowly pulled my one leg up to cross over the other. That's when I
felt my dick shift and slide right down. I knew my cock head was out. So
I pulled my knees together instead.

Dillon talked to me as if nothing was amiss. He told me that his parents
and his grandparents were having some big meeting. `Oh, oh,' I thought.
That might not be good news. So, he decided to come here for a little
while. I told him that would be fine. He was dressed in a t-shirt and
shorts of his own. He kept talking and wouldn't move from in front of
me. He even put one hand on my right knee. I'm not sure what that was
about, but I know the effect it had on me. I had one quick idea, to have
a quick flash. I know it was not the best idea I ever had, but I just had
the notion that I really wanted to give the boy a quick peek. I wanted
him to see what was between my legs. Maybe the tip was sticky and wet,
maybe he could see my balls, oh, how I wanted to show him. He probably
wouldn't see it, and he probably wouldn't even think anything about it
if he did, but I there was nothing going to stop me now.

He took a step back when I began to move my legs open. Just parted and I
could feel my cock head was against the seat, so at least the tip was
visible. It was all I could do to not lift my legs up so my whole groin
would be exposed to him. As nonchalantly as possible, I spread my legs
all the way apart, and then I was going to close them, but Dillon
interestingly, stepped forward. He didn't stop talking, he didn't gawk
at me, but he was keeping my knees apart with his hand, and he couldn't
help but see my cock was out. His hand rested on my thigh where just
below, my shorts gaped open, and the tip of my cock was visible. I could
help it, my cock flexed up and down as I popped a semi.

He was happy and lively and stood there asking me what he should do when
his parents seemed so upset. I talked about it as well as I could and at
one point, Dillon even leaned into me for a hug. My cock head felt the
fabric of his shorts. From that point on, we went into the workshop, and
he helped me finish a little bird. I would wrap my arm around his
shoulder or his waist, maybe a hand on the small of his back or his
flank. He never let on that anything was wrong with me doing that, even
smiling as I leaned in to cuddle with a hand on his belly. Of course, I
let him take it with him, sending him home as happy as can be. Later we
would paint it I promised him. That was a nice day.

The next time he came over, I was in my jeans and a good shirt. He
didn't stay too long. He kind of seemed disappointed. I wondered,
`Could he have liked my show?` I had hoped so, more than anything. I
thought surely, it was him needing a friend to talk to, but maybe he had
liked seeing my cock like that.

That Sunday we went to Church together and had lunch over at his house.
Could he come by and paint his figure?  He asked so sweetly, and those
eyes were so earnest.

`Yes, you may,' and I had a thought, `Give me a moment to change
clothes and get freshened up and then come.'

`Okay,' he said, and his parents had no problem with that.

`Seems like a good chance for a nap!' his father said with big eyebrows
given to his mother.

I dashed home and changed into a t-shirt and my shorts once again, and I
went out back and waited for him. I hitched up my shorts and sat down
with my knees together. Sure enough, I heard the gate open, and I watched
to see if his papa followed him or some other unfortunate occurrence.
Seeing that it was only Dillon, I smiled and waved to him. He was still
wearing his good pants and a t-shirt. He bounded over. As he got close, I
spread my thighs wide open, knowing my cock is hanging right out in front
of the young man. Not just the sneaky tip, but the whole length was out
of my short's leg. He doesn't hesitate -- what a good boy. He comes
right up to me and stands in front of me. He tells me about things going
on over at his place and at school and other silly things. I just let him
talk. I don't hear half of it as I'm enjoying moving my knees back and
forth and scratching my thigh. His eyes follow my hands rubbing up and
down, and of course he looks right at my pecker.

Eventually, he steps between my legs, and I pull my thighs in closer. My
cock is out, and I love it. I love exposing myself to this boy. He puts a
hand on both my thighs. He is inches away from my cock. I sit up and push
in closer. My cock rubs his pant leg. He says nothing and gives no
indication that anything is happening other than him entertaining me. His
leg touches at my crotch as he bends in to hug me. I hug him back. My is
well on its way to being a full hard-on as I rub my hands over his back
and then down to his bottom. I suggest we go into the workshop and get
something painted. He cheers for that, and in we go. I'm a little red
faced and worked up. My big cock is clearly puffed up in my shorts as we
settle in to work on a couple of bird figures.

By the end of the afternoon, he has two painted curvy bird characters,
one for him and a new one for his mom. He says thanks, he had a blast and
begins to run off. I say, wait, and he turns. I say, next time, maybe a
pair of shorts of your own might be a good thing. You don't want to get
your good clothes messed up. Sure! He says and runs off.

The next time I saw him, I was on my lawn tractor. They waved as they
drove by in their car coming home from somewhere. I was in my shorts and
a tank top. I could see down the way, when Dillon got out of the car he
came running toward my house. I idled and hitched up my shorts --
couldn't pass this up. When he came up, I smiled at him, pulled closer
to him and turned off the engine. I stretched my leg out and elaborately
brought my other leg around and in doing that, my cock and balls both
hung out. We talked a moment, my dick rising to half mast, my balls
jiggling as I squirmed in my seat. What a joy to have my sack out as well
as my big adult dick for this little boy, my little buddy. Dillon watched
me and once my legs closed on this side of the tractor he came up for a
hug and promised to come see me the next afternoon. I said that would be
great.

That next afternoon, I watched Dillon come through the gate in a t-shirt
and shorts of his own. They weren't made for flashing, but they were
tight and cute on him. When I saw him in his shorts, I pulled off my
t-shirt and spread my legs sitting there with my chest bare and my cock
on view. He walked right up in between my legs and pulled his own t-shirt
off. He was a little pudgy, but not really fat -- more compact. He
chatted for a while as he usually did. I told him I liked his shorts. He
said they weren't like mine; he didn't have any like those. He
indicated my stretchy shorts and obviously looked down at them, and, of
course, at my cock laying there. I said to him, they were still nice
though. He decided to sit against my leg where my cock was. I pulled in
tighter to make it sturdier for him. That hid my cock away, but that was
ok. I liked feeling his weight against me. I put my arm around his waist.

I asked him, what kind of underwear does a boy like you have? He laughed
thinking it was a silly question, but he was actually a little mad about
his underwear. His mom had gotten rid of a lot of his cartoon underwear.
He was only left with the white kind. With a bit of nervous boy energy,
he unsnapped and unzipped his shorts and showed me his y-fronts. Well,
these are still nice, I said, the only kind I ever had. I touched the
elastic band and pulled on it a bit. He laughed and then he zipped up. My
cock was hard and obviously at full mast in my loose shorts. I asked him
if he wanted to work on something. He said sure.

We went in and I sat on a stool and had him get up in my lap. He worked
away under my guidance and had great fun. He leaned forward over the
table as he worked. He said it was hot, and it was a little warm in the
shop today. Here, this will be cooler I said. I reached around his waist
and undid his shorts. He smiled at me and rose up on the rungs of the
stool, and I pulled them down his legs. He kicked out of them. That's
better he said. His white underwear clad bottom was a wonder. I took my
hard cock out. I don't think he saw it and it wasn't for long, but I
couldn't help it. I nearly rubbed it against his leg.

When he was done, he turned about to sit in my lap once more. He sanded
down the base of what would become a nice tie rack. On hand on his belly
and then I gently touched along his y-front. You know how to use this?
It's an opening when you pee standing up! He laughed and said, yes, his
father told him what that was for. It's big enough for things to come
out through! Another laugh. Yes, it was, he said. He gathered up his
clothes and dressed and went home. I jerked a huge load out of my cock
and it spattered loudly across the floor.

The next time, I was fully dressed. When Dillon came through, he was in
his shorts and shirt.  He seemed a little perplexed. I immediately got up
and said, it's so nice to see you and opened my arms. He gave me a hug
and stepped back. I made small talk with him and started to pull my
clothes off. He smiled. First I took off my shirt and then my undershirt.
He pulled off his shirt as well, and let me tell you, those little boy
breasts were amazing. Puffy titties just budding, nipples wide and with
stiff little points. He was excited, and so was I that maybe I could get
those soft mounds in my hands, rub those nipples with my thumbs, lick the
stiff little points with my tongue. That sight was glorious enough, but
he continued with his shoes and socks. I unzipped my pants and stood
there talking to him. He unzipped his shorts. I pushed my pants down my
legs and stood there in my boxers. I pulled my pants off the ends of my
feet and found my chair to sit down. My boxers worked just like my
shorts, but with a gaping fly as well as a gaping leg. My cock and balls
well on view, and I spread my legs to him.

He turned red in the face and then with a giggle, he pushed down his
shorts. Oh my! I thought. He had figured out how to use his y-fronts.
Once his shorts cleared his crotch, I could see his sweet, pink little
boy peter had been pulled through the front gap. I almost gasped, but
then I wouldn't be playing the game of pretending that having our dicks
out was normal. I didn't acknowledge it even when he got up close
between my legs. It was a decent size for a boy his age, soft and floppy
with a nice bit of chewable foreskin over the tip.

`Oh it's so warm,' I said, `This feels much better!' He agreed. He
got up between my legs and while finding a good perch on my thighs, my
cock had rubbed against his bare legs and his little peter was up against
my boxers at one point. He climbed up on my legs and leaned back against
me, spreading his own legs. I grabbed the elastic band of his underwear
and pulled them up. He laughed. His balls were outlined against the
taught fabric, and not to shabby I thought at his young package. I
snapped them back and he doubled up in giggling. I took a good look at
his little dinker hanging there, pink and perfect. My mouth would love
that little boy dick until he trembled so hard in his first orgasm. I
rubbed his thighs as we talked and a bit over his belly. His dinker grew
up stiff and stuck out from his underwear, fat, and a good three inches
or more. It was a marvel to behold. My hard on stood out and proud, a
single wet drop of precum bubbled up on the tip. Still, he never said
anything about it, even sliding against it to get down.

Inside we went. We resumed our positions. When he rose to lean over the
counter, I couldn't stop myself. He was too pretty and too sexy up so
close. I took a hold of his waistband and pulled his underwear down and
off. He stepped out of them without a hitch. I slid my own down and off
as well. His boyish bottom now in my face, I rested my hand on his flank
and steadied him as he worked. He was a vision. His bottom two perfect
mounds of chunky ass. Not a blemish, not a hair, just pure delight. He
hitched himself up on the table and turned about. He spread his legs and
his dinker stood up proudly like a nail, and his little bag of balls hung
full underneath. My cock stuck up against my belly, wet with pre-cum. He
only talked about the little figurine in his hand. I only talked about
how to make it better. He was a glorious naked angel. My hands were on
his thighs. He spread them further. It was all I could do to not take
that boy dick or that big bag of balls hanging below in my mouth or my
fingers. Eventually I helped him down. His arm got a good dollop of my
pre-cum from the tip of my cock. It even hung in a strand connecting us,
and still not a word about what was happening. He hugged me with a big
thank you, my hand resting on his bare bottom, my cock against his bare
belly. I let me finger set on his crack. After a moment, he grabbed up
his clothes and took his project home, a quick turn at the door to look
back, his cock stiff and strong in his shorts.

The next time couldn't come soon enough.

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