Date: Tue, 24 Sep 2019 17:29:17 +0000 From: Unclebill84 Subject: Little Steven part 3 Sorry for the delay in posting this episode. I hope it was worth the wait. Thank you for all your comments and suggestions - keep them coming, tell me your stories, send me pictures, whatever. And please donate to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html LITTLE STEVEN PART THREE: It was the first weekend of the summer holidays, so I was free but my parents weren't at work, so I didn't have much time to myself, although I desperately wanted to lock myself in my room and spend the whole weekend wanking myself senseless. Or better still, I wanted to go back to the toilets in the park and suck some more adult cock. I'd loved my time with Starsky and Hutch, though I kept thinking about Bill, especially the moment when he kissed me. I did manage a few sly wanks when I had moments alone, closing my eyes and imagining a man's lips closing over the tip of my rock hard eleven year old cock and sliding up and down until I spurted my sweet boy juice into his hungry mouth. In reality there was only my hand and my imagination. But Monday came around soon enough, so I showered and dressed in nice tight jeans and headed to the park about one o'clock, the time when I'd first met Bill and his friendly dog Bruce. I went straight to the toilet block, looking for him all the time, but I didn't see him. When I arrived at the toilet my cock was stiffening in my pants and I was sure anyone who looked would spot it. The thought turned me on even more, not improving the situation. I popped my head round the door of the gents toilets, but there was nobody about. I walked around a bit, feeling a bit deflated (my cock deflated too), then I saw Bruce. He was off the lead and ran towards me as if I was his best friend. I squatted down and let him make a fuss of me while I stroked his lovely soft hair. "Hello Bruce," I said, stroking him and running my fingers through his thick coat. "Good boy. Are you pleased to see me?" Bill emerged from behind some trees and his face lit up when he saw me. "Steven," he called, walking towards me. "I thought you would never come back." I stood up and ran to him, throwing my arms around him and burying my face in his chest. He enfolded me in his strong arms and it felt amazing. Looking back, I don't think it was sex that I craved, but affection and intimacy. I let him go and looked up into his friendly face. "Of course I came back. Do you want your cock sucked again? I know I want mine done. Want to go back to the toilets?" My cock was hardening again and I looked at Bill's trousers for any sign of an erection but couldn't see anything. "Woah boy." He looked about him nervously. "First of all, keep your voice down. If anyone finds out what we did both of us will be in trouble. You must be more circumspect in public. Maybe you shouldn't hug me so enthusiastically either." I looked down, feeling the joy taken out of my day. He'd spoken to me like a teacher. He lifted my chin up and looked into my eyes."But I would love to suck you again. We only got a short time last time. Why don't you come home with me so we can have more time and privacy?" My mood bounced back up. "Can I? Can I come home with you? Can we go to bed together?" He put a finger to his lips. "If you promise to be good and quiet." I grinned. "Anything you say." We walked the short distance to the car park and he opened the passenger door on a nice big car. We both got in, Bruce got in the boot and he drove off. "What time do you need to be home?" he asked. My mum gets in from work about half five but it doesn't matter if I'm still out. She'll think I'm playing in the park. Dinner is when dad gets in at half six." He turned his head and winked at me." Plenty of time then." He reached a hand over and began to stroke my leg, up to the top so his fingertips brushed my now throbbing cock then all the way down to my knee. I moaned every time he touched my cock. I reached over to do the same to him, probably a bad idea while he was driving but he was hard in his trousers and I got even more excited. It took about twenty minutes to get to his place, a large detached house with a secluded, walled garden. "Wow," I said. "Nice house. What do you do for a living?" "I'm a writer," he said. "Awesome. I love books. What kind do you write?" He led me to the front door and said, "I'll show you later." As soon as he closed the front door we leapt at each other. I kissed him hard with my mouth open like I'd read about and ground my cock, still clothed, against his leg. I could feel his cock against my belly and he surprised me by sliding his tongue into my mouth. It took me a moment to adjust then I responded, our tongues intertwining like snakes mating. It felt as though my tongue was connected directly to my cock and made everything sexier. Bill broke the kiss and stood up straight - he'd been bending down to reach me. "I think we should go straight to the bedroom, don't you?" "Yeah," I grinned. We reached the bedroom and discarded our clothes immediately. I realised it was the first time I had been naked with Bill, or any man, and I was suddenly self-conscious about my rather weedy body. I drank in the sight of Bill's nakedness: the light coating of hair on his chest and the thicker hair from his bellybutton down to the jutting cock that curved up towards my face. Mine stuck out perfectly horizontal, pointing towards Bill. "Wow, look at you," Bill said, staring at me naked. I looked down at myself but really didn't think it was that impressive. The boys I liked at school had a bit more muscle on them, maybe because they all played football constantly. My ribs were clearly visible through my almost white skin and my limbs were so thin as to be almost skeletal. The slightly prominent belly made me even less attractive in my mind, but Bill seemed to like it. "You're beautiful," he said. "Come here, sexy." He leaned down and wrapped his arms around me again, hands running up and down the smooth skin of my back and over the curve of my buttocks. He stroked up my sides over the ridges of my ribs, making appreciative noises and telling me again and again how gorgeous and sexy I was. I had never been told anything like that before, even by my parents, and certainly never by a handsome, naked man whose cock was so hard it looked as though it might pop. He kissed me more, on the mouth with tongues entwined, and on my neck and shoulders, then down to my nipples, which I hadn't realised were so sensitive. Everything he did or said or touched seemed to make me hornier until I couldn't stand it any more. "Please just suck my cock," I said. "I might come before you even touch it." He laughed, and stood up, his cock poking against my belly as he did. "Whatever you say, boss." He lifted me easily and lay me on my back on the bed, my cock sticking straight up like a flagpole. He bent down and I braced myself for the pleasure but he bypassed my cock and started licking my balls. It felt amazing but I was desperate. " Please..." I said. He climbed onto the bed beside me and turned round so that his mighty cock was in line with my expectant mouth. I turned onto my side and took it into my mouth with no hesitation, all the way to he back of my throat. I began to move my head so that his cock slid in and out, bumping my tonsils each time. Bill moaned in pleasure then the sounds became more muffled as his mouth finally closed round my desperate cock. I had never felt anything like it - sucking and being sucked at the same time was the greatest pleasure of my life. Sadly it couldn't last as I felt the sensation become almost too intense to bear, and in only a couple of minutes I was squirting my sweet juice into his mouth. I kept my mouth on his cock, the taste of his manly precum adding to the pleasure of my orgasm. Then I had to pull my cock out of his mouth. "I cant take any more," I said, removing my mouth from his dripping cock for a moment. "Don't worry. Glad you liked it. You were almost deep throating me. Is that okay for you?" "Yeah, I love it." He seemed to think about it for a moment, then rolled onto his back. Without a thought I straddled his his chest and set to sucking on his mighty cock again. I took as much of his length as I could, bumping my throat with each bob of my head, and his hands roamed my body again, gently stroking my back and buttocks. He started to groan again, obviously enjoying my work on his cock, and a moment later he astonished me once again. I felt a cool wetness on my virgin bumhole. He was licking me! It felt amazing, but so surprising that I lifted my head from his huge dick for a moment. "Keep sucking," he said and returned his attention to my hole, licking and probing with his clever tongue. I dropped my head and took him into my mouth again and relished the grunts of satisfaction he was making. He put his hands on my bum cheeks and pulled them apart so he could probe deeper with his tongue and the feeling was unlike anything I've ever experienced. "I'm going to come," he managed to mumble into my crack, and a moment later he started to fill my mouth with strong, salty spunk. Gush after gush squirted into my mouth and I swallowed what I could but it was too much and dribbled down my chin. Even that felt amazing. Eventually I rolled off him, releasing his now shrinking cock and watching it flop onto his belly. I turned round and lay on top of him, kissing his lovely mouth again. "That was a amazing," I said. "I would never have thought of licking a bumhole. Isn't it stinky?" He laughed and ran his hands over my back and buttocks again. "It's only stinky if you're not washed properly. I sniffed it first and wouldn't have put my tongue in there if it hadn't smelled clean. It was perfect." We lay for a bit longer, Bill stroking me gently all over and me just lying and enjoying the attention. Then I rolled to the side and looked down at our bodies. Bill was obviously a lot bigger and more muscular than me, and his skin was a bit darker and hairier than mine. His cock was soft and shrunken now and I wrapped a hand round it. It felt odd: soft and floppy but still quite big with a nice meaty texture. It was also a lot darker than the rest of his skin. My cock and balls were the same pale tone as the rest of me. As I played with him, flopping his cock about and slapping it against his belly, I felt myself begin to get hard again. I kissed him quickly on the lips then scurried down and took his soft cock into my mouth. It was a very different feeling from when he was hard. I could take the whole thing now so that his pubic hair tickled my nose. I moved it round my mouth with my tongue, enjoying the texture and flavour of it. My cock was rock hard again but Bill couldn't reach it in our position. I reached a hand down and began to stroke myself while Bill's cock grew and stiffened in my mouth. After a minute or two I couldn't fit it all in any more. Between groans, Bill said, "Do you know about deep throating?" I lifted my head. "No. What's that?" "I was doing it to you earlier and you didn't even notice. It's when you swallow the tip of a cock, right into your throat. I'll show you." He moved us around so I was on my back again and leaned down to suck on my cock. Then he pushed his head right down so his nose was pushing into my belly. At the same time I felt the very tip of my cock enter his warm, tight throat. "Wow," I said. He kept moving, swallowing my cockhead with every stroke. It was intense and wonderful. "I want to try it," I said, and jumped from under him to get at his erection. "Woah," he said. Let's change positions." He stood up facing the bed." You sit on the edge of the bed." I did and my head was perfectly in line, his cock curved up level with my nose. " Now, take it in your mouth till it's hitting the back of your throat." I did, feeling the same thrill I always got from having a cock in my mouth. He put his hand on the top of my head as his cock hit the back of my throat. "Now swallow." I swallowed and at the same time he tightened his grip on my head and pushed right into my throat. I gagged a little and he pulled out.. "You did it!" he said, beaming a smile at me. I smiled back. "Do you want to try again?" "Yeah," I said. "Okay. Try to keep it in a bit longer this time." We did the same as before, hand on my head and cock touching the back of my throat. "Swallow," he said and pushed his cock into my throat. I had a panicky moment and Bill said, "Stay as relaxed as you can and breathe slowly through your nose." I did as he said and after just a moment the panic subsided and I felt a surge of pride that I could deep throat a grown man, e even though a few minutes before I hadn't known what it meant. Bill moved his cock a little but still lodged in my throat, then said, "I'm going to try and push it in and out. Keep your throat open and relaxed." I couldn't reply but I looked up at him with teary eyes and nodded. He withdrew from my throat and there was a moment of relief before he thrust it back in again. He did it again, and again, and I began to enjoy it. I felt really filled up, and that I was doing my best to satisfy my adult lover. He kept fucking my mouth, going in even deeper until the hairy mound above his cock bumped my nose every time. It got faster and harder and if anything his cock felt bigger. I reached down to my own hugely swollen cock and started to stroke it in time with Bill's thrusts and Bill started grunting and making the kind of sounds that meant he would come soon. My cock felt like a rock and I had to slow my hand down to stop from coming immediately. Then I abandoned my own pleasure and wrapped my arms around Bill's thrusting body, hands on his muscular buttocks. "Oh fuck yeah," he said, tightening his grip on my head and thrusting faster and deeper. My throat was hurting a little but it felt amazing and more than anything I wanted to please Bill and be a good lover. "Fuck yeah! Fuck!" I felt his whole body tense, his buttocks hard under my fingers and he lodged his cock deep in my throat. I couldn't taste it this time because it went straight down into my belly, but I felt his cock pulsating in my mouth and I even thought I could feel his balls pulse as they pumped his spunk into me. I looked up at him and his expression changed at once. "Are you okay?" he said. He pulled his cock from my throat and it flopped down under my chin. I smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, not sure if I meant it. My eyes were watering and my nose was running, and my throat was definitely a bit sore, but I had satisfied my man and was so pleased with myself. My cock was still sticking straight out so he'd enjoyed it. "My poor boy," Bill said and reached to the side of the bed and brought a towel, which he used to wipe my eyes and nose. He sat next to me and put his arms round me. "I was too rough, wasn't I? You should have stopped me. What can I do to make it up to you?" I smiled. "You could let me fuck you," I said. Bill looked shocked, then smiled back. "You're a horny wee devil," he said. "I was worried I'd hurt you and you just want more sex. Anything you say." He stood and opened a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a jar of vaseline, which he opened. "How do you want me?" he asked. "I don't know. I've never done it before." "Well how do you fantasise about it?" "It's usually boys from school and they lie on their bellies and I climb on top." My cock was as swollen as I'd ever seen it by now. This was the thing I'd been fantasising about since I first learned about sex. I could hardly believe he was going to let me do it. "That's how we'll do it then. Hold on just for a moment." He scooped out some vaseline on one finger and reached round to put it on his hole. I wished I could see but he seemed to be pushing his finger right inside. "Now you," he said, and spread a little on my jutting cock. "Be gentle and slow at first," he said. "Your cock is quite big and I don't do this often." He lay face down on the bed and I climbed on top of him, my cock already poking at his well-oiled anus. "Try sitting like you're riding a horse," he said. "It might go in easier that way." I did as he said, straddling his meaty thighs with my cock resting between his buttocks. He reached round and pulled his cheeks apart with his hands so I could see his puckered hole. It looked far too tight to fit a cock inside." Slowly now," he said. I eased forward and used one hand to push my cock down a bit until it was against his hole, then I pushed. It didn't go in - it was like pushing against a solid wall of meat. "It won't go in," I said. "Just push hard, but don't shove your whole cock in at once or it'll hurt." I tried again and the tip popped inside. It was so tight and Bill gave a little grunt. I pushed further, slowly and a minute later it was all inside, my balls resting against his taint. It felt wonderful but a little sore - I don't think my foreskin had been pulled so far back before. "It's all in," I said. "It's awesome." "Fuck me then. Not too fast at first." I pulled out a little, feeling my foreskin return to its normal position, then pushed all the way back in again. Bill groaned softly. I pulled out a little further and back in, and again, and got a rhythm going. It was so tight it hurt my foreskin with every stroke but the pleasure overrode that. "That's lovely. You can go faster if you want," Bill said. I picked up a little speed but was still enjoying the sensation of pushing in and feeling my cock squeezed and my foreskin stretched. If it was that tight for me surely it was painful for Bill, but he kept making encouraging noises. I felt my orgasm approach and the pleasure took over from the little bit of pain. I got faster again, thrusting deeper and harder now, relishing the physical sensation and the grunts Bill made with every stroke. "I'm going to come," I said. "Any second." "Oh yeah, fill me with your seed, boy wonder," Bill said between grunts. I was breathing hard now and thrusting deep inside him and it was only a moment later the feeling overcame me and I squirted inside him, then squirted again a second later. I think I made some noises that weren't really words and kept my cock inside Bill's meaty bottom as far as it would go. "Wow, I came twice," I said. It was true, I'd only ever produced one squirt when I came before. This felt like two orgasms one after the other, and the high lasted longer than I was used to. "Wonderful," said Bill. "I know how good that feels. Keep it inside me as long as you like." I did, staying in the same position with my cock lodged inside a man's tight bum while I slowly softened. After a few minutes it popped out by itself. I fell on top of Bill's back and kissed his back and shoulders. I was sexuallly exhausted but I still loved lying on top of him with my now soft cock resting on the crack between his muscular cheeks. "Mmm, I love getting my shoulders kissed. Bite me." I did as he said and nibbled on the skin on his back and shoulders. "Harder," he said, and I obeyed. "That's lovely." After a couple of minutes of this Bill said, "Should we get up now? You must be hungry." "Yeah, sperm is nice but not very filling," I said. He laughed and rolled over, displacing me from his back. I rolled onto my back and looked at my cock. I was expecting streaks of poo but it looked perfectly clean - a bit red and greasy from the vaseline, but clean. I mentioned it and Bill said, "Rectums are not dirty. They self clean, so you'll only get poo on your willy if I've done a poo in the last half hour or so. Let's go downstairs, no need to get dressed." "Really, you walk around naked." Bill laughed. "I don't usually but I want to keep looking at your gorgeous body so let's both stay naked. Maybe we should have a quick shower then I'll make us lunch. " Okay." We showered together and it was sexy but neither of us got hard, even when we washed each other's cocks and bums, lathering up and rubbing soapy hands everywhere. Then we went downstairs and I sat on a big comfy sofa. "You wanted to see what I write?" Bill said. "Yeah, I'd love to." He went to another room and came back with a large box, which he put beside me in the sofa. He went through to the kitchen and I opened the box. It was full of gay porn magazines, each cover with pictures of men with huge erect cocks. I opened a couple and there were lots more photographs inside, of men on their own or doing various things with other men, mostly sucking, fucking or kissing. It was hot, and my cock, which I thought was spent, started to grow again. There were stories too, short tales about two men meeting and having sex shortly afterwards. Bill's voice came from the kitchen. "Dig down to the bottom, the good stuff's there." I lifted out most of the magazines, and was amazed to see magazines the same but with boys my age on the cover. I opened the first one greedily - it was called Boy Fuck Magazine and it was full of pornographic pictures. Most of the boys were a bit older than me and had some public hair, and they were doing everything the men in the other magazines had done. I picked up another, that was called Boy Sex Party, and it was even better, but with several boys on each page, having something like an orgy. CLICK! I looked up and Bill was standing just a few feet away from me and taken a photograph. I was so engrossed I hadn't noticed him come in the room. My cock was fully erect again and I realised that from his angle he'd been able to get my face, the magazine cover and my stiff cock in the photo. "You write gay porn?" I asked. He nodded. "Sometimes I take the pictures too." "Of the boys as well as the men?" He nodded again and took another photo. "Would you want to photograph me? I would love this." Some of the boys in the magazine were really good looking and I mainly wanted to have sex with them. So many smooth bodies, plump bottoms and juicy cocks, and very pretty faces. It looked like heaven. "Would you want that? If you model for me I can pay you. And would you model with another boy?" "If they're all as handsome as these boys you'll need to nail your door shut to keep me out." Bill laughed. "I'm busy the next couple of days, but can we meet in the park on Thursday morning? About ten o'clock will give us plenty of time to set up and do good photo shoot. I promise to get you someone pretty. Do you like boys your own age, or older? I can get younger if you want." "I don't mind, so long as he's handsome." My cock was still hard and my hand went to it, though it was a little tender. Bill kept taking photographs as I gently worked my cock, still staring at the photos in the magazines. He moved round to get me from different angles and came in close when he sensed I was close to coming. Being photographed somehow turned me on, and I was already thinking about what I would do when I had another boy with me. Finally I grunted and a tiny amount of semen emerged in a single spurt. After three times in just over an hour it was hardly surprising. Bill smiled, leaned in for a close-up of the sticky liquid on my cockhead and took another photo. "You're amazing," he said. "Does that mean I've modelled for you and you have to pay me?" I asked, smiling back. He laughed and said, "Let's get lunch."