Date: Fri, 26 Nov 2021 21:53:05 +0000
From: ChubbyHank <ChubbyHank@protonmail.com>
Subject: Dillon Boy Part 2   Adult Youth

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Dillon Boy Part 2

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The next day, I knew Dillon would be over for the afternoon, so I took
the opportunity to walk the trails at our local park. I dressed modestly
enough, but of course, I had nothing on under my loose shorts just in
case there was a call to action somewhere in the back wood of the park.
It was pretty routine that you would find a willing companion that would
let you suck their cock or get down on their knees for you, and it made
the work out of walking the trails much more exciting and fun.

I got a good way in, and too bad for me as I didn't see anyone. A little
farther along, I did hear some chatter and giggles. It sounded like a wee
one was having quite a bit of fun somewhere. As I wandered along, it got
louder, and I realized it was just inside the run of bushes I had been
following. It sounded like more than one person was there.

"Do you want to show me?" I heard a man's voice say, and then another
giggle.

I approached very carefully and bent into the scrub to take a peek. Sure
enough, just inside in a small clearing was a man squatting and speaking
to a young girl, maybe about 7 or 8, wearing the cutest tiny shorts and
top with flip flops.

"C'mon, let me see!" the man said again, smiling at the girl.

"Okay!" The girl smiled back at him, and she kicked off her flip-flops
with another giggle and grin.

She put her fingers to her shorts. With a swift move, she pulled both her
shorts and her sweet petite panties down to her ankles, stepping out of
them. She stood proudly, arms in the air, naked from the waist down. The
man was blushing a deep red with a hand was against his crotch. She
stepped up to him and let him look, putting a finger to her little slit
and giving it a slight rub, her finger pushing against her clitty. She
pulled her shirt up to her neck and exposed the tiny buds on her chest.

"You want to feel it?" she asked the man.

The man nodded yes and scooted closer. He put his hands on her back and
belly, one hand running right down to her girlish, young slit. She spread
her legs, and his hand palmed over her dainty, smooth cunt. She ooh'ed
and ahh'ed at that.

"Is that good?" the man whispered.

"Yes! That's good!" she said with a quick laugh.

She sat down in the grass and spread her legs for the man, ultimately
winding up on her back with her legs in the air. She played with herself
for a moment. The man got beside her and ran his finger over her holes.
His middle finger played with her clitty, and I could tell his other hand
was probably finding her tiny asshole with quick tickles and touches. On
finger rub her clit, the others spread her open, exposing her cunt. With
a sudden burst, a line of pee squirted from the open lips of her vagina.
The man rubbed her lips and her cunt as she peed. When she finished, he
leaned down, put his mouth to her wet little girl's pussy, and licked her
from hole to hole, pulling her legs even further back.

She was whimpering and jerking, one hand holding the man's head by his
hair. A sound came from the man's phone. He sat up, pulling his phone
from his shorts. He studied the screen, his other hand absently pulling
on the obvious erection in his shorts.

"I gotta go, little darling," the man said. "I hope to find you
playing out here again soon."

"Can I... can I see it before you go?" she asked him.

"Oh, sweetie, of course."

The man stood and shucked his shorts down to his thighs. His hard-on
stuck upward on a curve, the tip wet and sticky. She smiled at him and
took it in her hand, giving it a stroke or two before kissing the head
and stepping back. The man gave a, `whew!' and composed himself. I
darted on down the trail so that he wouldn't run into me right there. I
even stepped off the path and let him have all the chance of going by
unhindered. After a moment, I went back to the bushes only to find the
little girl gone. Just as well. As cute as she was, as daring as she was
to let this man play with that delightful slit between her legs, I was
much more a boy fan and hoped I'd get to see more of Dillon's charms
after I got home.

Once home and set, I waited for Dillon, and sure enough, I heard the
gate. A moment. Was he coming? But there he was, dressed in his shorts
and shoes but without a shirt on. His glorious breasts were out and on
display. They were already peaked with a bit of excitement, most likely
being so daring and showing off for me. He came around with a big smile,
and I pulled off my shirt. I wore my shortest of shorts, and as he walked
up to me, I spread my legs, my cock and balls all out for him to see.

Dillon stepped right up between my thighs, rosy cheeks, and he talked to
me like it was just a normal thing for him to be bare-chested with my
cock and balls hanging right out in front of him. As he talked, I leaned
forward and let my hands caress his skin, pulling him in so I could hug
him, feel him. He let me do as I pleased, no words to stop me or change
the subject. His breath would get heavy, primarily as I handled his
puffing, budding titties. I pinched at his nipples, and he gave a little
gasp, a little open mouth, a little oh... oh... moan, and then a smile.

Dillon turned to sit in my lap, and I let him climb up on my legs. He was
nearly sitting with his back to my chest, my hands wrapping around him. I
gently cupped his boobs, whispering to him about how pretty he was, how
nice he felt. I loved his pert young breasts in my hands. He might be a
little chubby now, he might grow out of his baby fat, but right now,
there was nothing better than his boobs. I caressed him, gripped him, and
I rubbed my palms over them. The nipples were rigid little nubbins that
seemed to send jolts through him as I played with them. I pulled them, I
pinched gently at them, and I rubbed my thumbs over them as he got
quieter and his breathing heavier. His eyes rolled up as I rolled his
nipples between my fingers, and his mouth gave a slight grunt.

I kept playing with his tits with one hand, the other hand moving to his
shorts. I gripped his waisted band and pushed his shorts down in the
front to his groin. I didn't expose him, but you could see the V of his
legs and his hairless pubis. I leaned his head back, and he shuddered. He
was cumming. Just from that. He came. I could see his hard little boy
pecker bobbing under his shorts. When he finished, he slid from my lap
and stood there looking at me with big wide eyes, silent, not a word from
his lips. His hands tenderly felt at his breasts for just a moment. He
then turned and trotted away to the gate and was gone.

I sincerely hoped he was not upset or frightened by what happened. I
would certainly explain what had happened to him if he gave me a chance
to. I didn't think he'd say anything. I mean, he didn't seem mad, nor
did he seem sad. I would just have to let him make a move to return on
his own.

After another day passed, I waited to see if he would return to me.
Fortunately, I did not have to wait long. I was in my standard chair,
only in my shorty shorts, bare of chest and foot. My cock was well out,
as were my balls. I took my shaver to my pubes, and now I looked as
smooth as he did. I hoped for him to return. I'd love to give him
another orgasm if he wanted me to. Nothing more special for a boy than to
know how good he can make himself feel.

The rattle at the gate. That sound could be good news, but I hedged my
bet, and I closed my legs up and sat modestly waiting to see what was to
happen. A moment. Another moment longer this time. Finally, there he was,
and what a wonderful surprise, that boy had stripped naked at the gate
and walked around to me completely naked, head to toe. His little boy
dinker flapped between his legs, his little boy balls jiggling
underneath. His titties, sweet as ever, nipples hard as ever, highlighted
his chest with that round bottom following up behind.

He walked up to me, and I spread my legs for him. I rose ever so
slightly, enough for me to pull my shorts down and off. My cock started
to get hard. How could it not with a vision like that in front of me? He
climbed onto my lap once again, and I wrapped my arms around him for a
good hug. I let my hands rub up and down his belly, my hard-on popping up
as I spread his legs over mine. He leaned back against me, and I kissed
his cheek. He smiled at me as I rubbed over his thighs. He kissed me and
leaned up enough for him to kiss me on the lips.

"You're so sweet," I said. "You're so pretty."

Dillon blushed without a word, just laying back against me, his hands
resting lightly on my arms. I went back to his budding boobs, and he
closed his eyes with a sigh and then a moan as I pinched at them. He
turned his head to me, looking right at me. I leaned in and kissed him on
the mouth, lapping at him. He was gasping and squeezing at my hands as I
squeezed at his tits. His mouth opened, and I pressed my tongue inside.
He wasn't sure what to do except to push his mouth more against mine. I
ran one hand down his belly and v'ed my fingers around his young, now
very stiff, penis. I didn't take hold of him, but I let my fingers push
and rub against his skin down there, the head of that boy's cock touching
at my hand every so often. It didn't take long before he started that
heavy gasping. I returned to his breast, pulling and groping them.

"Do you feel it, honey?" I asked him. "Do you feel that tingle way
down in your little balls?"

"It feels like a million shooting stars way down inside me," he said,
squeezing his thighs open and shut, grinding down against me.

"You feel all that, little boy," I encouraged him. "You make that
happen as often as you can. That's what a boy's little dick does.
That's why a boy gets naked and plays naughty games. You should get that
feeling every day if you can."

I shook his cock and balls back and forth between my fingers, and he
continued his grinding and groaning. He looked at me, his eyes wide, a
little scared? Maybe? A little eager to get that deep tingle? I'll bet.
I stared back at him, letting him know I was right there with him.

"You're safe, boy," I said. "You're with me. You can get that good
feeling just the way you want to - however you want to. You're such a
naughty boy, doing naughty things. The best things, the most secret
things a boy can do with that special thing right between his legs. Are
you going to have that feeling?"

"Yeah... yeah..." he whimpered, and he came, his belly pushing out, his
back arching, that little cocklet pumping up and down as the vein on the
backside of his dick throbbed.

I held him tight, squeezing his breasts as he came for what seemed like a
minute or more. Huffing and groaning, shaking and moaning, he snuggled
into me as he rode it out and came down, his tiny penis spent and
becoming soft. His little balls relaxed as well. My cock was stiff and
eager to spray on this boy after watching him tremble through such a
climax. As he lay there, I began to stroke my cock. I wanted him to see
me spray a load of semen, hopefully, onto him. He watched me, a hand
straying to play with his boobs or rub down to his soft dick. As I
stroked, I rubbed my other hand up his fleshy, chubby thigh. He spread
his legs open a little more as I got to his sack. I tickled his fleshy
scrotum with a finger. He giggled at me, and I took that cue to rub his
little boy nuts with my fingers, that little dinker poking right back up
as I played with him. I patted his ball bag with the tip of my dick, my
fingers finding their way over his stiff boy dick.

"I have to pee," he whispered.

"Go ahead," I said.

He gave a little gasp. I pulled my hands away from him and moved my hard
cock to the side. He put his finger to his stiffy, and after a moment,
with a little huff, he let go of an arch of piss. I slid my fingers under
his, and he let me take hold of his pissing member. I could feel his pee
squirting from his member. I stroked him as he peed, and I let it get on
my fingers and dribble down to my hard cock and balls. Once he finished,
I played with his breasts with one hand and kept stroking him with the
other. He groaned and moaned, this time without holding back, squirming
against me, letting me get hold of him while he enjoyed the sensations
moving through him from his hard nipples to his cock, to his nuts, to his
taint, and his little hole. And he came, just as hard, just as intense.
I'd never had a boy cum so hard for me as Dillon was right then. I
wished he could squirt some cum for me to get in my mouth. It would be a
few years before that happened. When he finished, I let go of him and
took care of my cock.

I beat it rapidly, gasping out as I shot a load of cum up and over both
of us. Dillon laughed and gasped as line after line of cum squirted up
and over his belly, landing on his chest, dribbling down onto his little
boy cock and balls. I laughed with him, seeing him covered in my cum. He
put his hands to it, rubbing it between his fingers, then spreading it
over himself. I ran my finger in it and put it to his mouth, wiping it
over his lips. His hands were spreading over his groin, making his dick
and balls sticky, and he licked at his lips. I kissed him. My tongue in
his mouth, his tongue was sneaking between my lips. I sucked on that
warm, wriggling bit of flesh, holding his head to my mouth. I felt his
little hand on my cock. I didn't stop or say a word, feeling him grip me
and let me go.

Dillon slid off my lap and stood there, arms out as if to say, what now?
I'm all sticky and wet. I grabbed a shop towel and turned on the hose. I
rinsed him down, and as I rubbed the water over him, sure enough, he had
another stiffy. I cleaned him up and toweled him dry. He talked to me
about everyday stuff as I attended to him. Even once done, I knelt and
listened to him making small talk as I held his genitals in my hand. When
he was ready to go, he walked off, around the corner. It took a moment
before I heard the gate, and I guess he was dressing before heading back
to his house.

I went back inside. I didn't bother to dress. I could still Dillon's
lips on mine. I could feel the warmth of his ball sack still in my hand.
I still marveled at the boy's ability to have such an amazing cum from
handling his breasts. I laid on the sofa and began to stroke myself,
picturing first that little girl from the park, on her back with her legs
open, that big man's hand rubbing her sweet little pussy, a finger
wiggling along that slit. I imaged her holding her lips open while he
slid his middle finger right down into her hole, popping in and out with
wet sticky noises.

I thought about Dillon on his back, his legs in the air, with me over
him, sliding my finger down into his bottom. Would he like that? Would he
have an eager orgasm as fucked my finger in and out of his boy hole? If
not my finger, what about my tongue? Would he let me spread his cheeks
and slide my tongue into his little pucker? Would he like to be fucked?
My cock riding him until we both had a fantastic orgasm? His mouth on my
cock, taking my semen right from my nuts? I would have to try. I would
have to see how much he would be willing to do with me. How long till the
next time? I hoped tomorrow as my back arched and another heavy load shot
across my belly.

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