Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2023 10:42:19 +0100 (CET)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: Old hobby, new spice part 3

OLD HOBBY, NEW SPICE


5

"We were completely silent, and I let my hand move over his tiny body.
Nicky sat on my lap, and he didn't seem tense. His head still rested
against my shoulder, then he said,

   "I saw you at the swimming pool."

   I was left speechless, unsure of how I could react. I wondered if the
boy let me rush him precisely because he had seen me doing what I did. Did
he understand that my touching wasn't wholly innocent?

   "What do you think you saw?" I asked. I was pretty sure what he would
say, but he surprised me with his answer.

   "I've tried it as well. It's super nice!"

   "You mean you've..." It was hard to find the right words. "...caressed
yourself...  from there?"

   "Yes, from here." Giggling, the boy guided my hand lower, and I felt a
firm bulge at my fingertips. He turned his head again, and I saw him
smiling. There was a hint of curiosity in the smile and another of
excitement or fear. I let my hand stay still, but I didn't react
otherwise. I simply couldn't.

   "Sorry, I shouldn't do that. I got too hyped up, maybe because of the
match or something." Nicky seemed to confused.

   "Wait, hold up, don't get me wrong." Things were going in the right
direction, and I didn't want to lose momentum. I gently stroked the stiff
shaft with my index finger, and he let it happen without hesitation.
"You're so hard from here," I whispered in his ear, squeezing the thin rod.

   I was dressed in loose sweatpants, and my cock was hard as steel between
his butt cheeks. I kept squeezing his cock and caressed his slender chest
with another hand.  The head resting on my shoulder gave me a tempting
opportunity to nibble on his earlobe. I did it softly without startling
him. His hips made a slight motion, telling me he liked what we were doing.

   I slid my hand from the hem of his shirt to his bare belly. The skin was
warm and soft. I felt the ribs on my fingers as I raised my hand higher. I
played with his nipples and began to kiss him on the back of his neck. I
heard heavy breathing and noticed how his whole body was shaking.

   "That's so nice," the boy sighed, giving me the courage to continue my
exploration of his child's body.

   He lifted his hand to the back of my head and ran it over my spiky
hair. I gently touched his chin and turned his face to mine. I watched the
bright blue eyes and the childish face, which seemed full of trust. It was
wonderfully erotic to press my lips against his sweet mouth. I planted
small kisses while continuing to stroke his pecker.

   After a moment of sweet little kisses, I pressed my lips more firmly
against his lips and began to kiss him more strongly. He didn't respond at
first, probably not knowing what to do, but when I pushed my tongue between
his soft lips, he responded in the same way. I felt his hot breath as I
lightly bit my lower lip between my teeth.  I realized this was all new to
the boy, but he had been surfing the net while playing with his willy. He
didn't hesitate or question anything.

   I slipped my hand into his shorts and touched the thin and stiff organ.
Nicky shuddered like he was being electrocuted, and he made a muffled sound
against my mouth. I felt the tip of his dick with my fingertip. Despite its
eagerness and hardness, it was dry, and I was not surprised; he was only
ten, and it was not yet time. I pulled the foreskin down, and it seemed to
move smoothly.

   My heart was pounding in my chest, my pulse was racing as if I were
running a marathon, and the blood vessels were pulsating in my temples. I
had a young, inexperienced boy in my arms, clearly eager to explore the
world of sexuality with me. It was hard for me to determine where the line
was that he wasn't ready to cross or if there was one. Children are often
unpredictable. My thoughts were not clear; the moment felt so unbelievable.

   I touched his sacks, which were drawn up tightly into a solid ball,
barely bigger than a ping-pong ball, and his nuts felt curiously small. I
touched them very gently so as not to hurt him by any chance, and he didn't
stop me in any way. I took the thin stick in my hand again and moved it
slowly up and down.

   We continued kissing; Nicky was eager to learn. He slid his tongue
between my lips, and I sucked it into my mouth. He moved his palm over my
cheek, and I could hear my stubble rubbing against it. My hand had found
its way back under his shirt.  The stiff little nipples felt so lovely.
There was no fat or flesh underneath, just a chest whose bony shapes I
could feel through the skin. Really delicious, I thought.

   The football game was over, and the only thing on the screen was the red
logo of the streaming service. It had turned dark outside, so the living
room was a red twilight.  I kissed and caressed my little friend
passionately. I lay on the couch, and Nicky rolled over on top of me. The
boy wanted to carry on where we had left off. He pressed his mouth to mine,
and we sucked and licked each other all over again.

   I caressed his slender back and tight buttocks. He moved a little to the
side and put his hand on my cock. He squeezed it tight and checked the
length with his grip.

   "Huh," he sighed all on his own. He stood still and froze.

   "You good?" I asked, concerned that he might not be up for continuing
our fun little game.

   "Yeah, yeah. I was just...like..." The boy searched for the right words
and paused between them. "It's terribly big," he finally said with a sigh,
squeezing the shaft of my cock. I didn't know what to say or if I should
say anything at all. I decided to be silent and curiously touched his mouth
with my tongue.

   I lifted him by his waist and lowered him down so that our hips were
facing each other. I felt my cock against his rigid little member. I
lowered my hand to his butt and began to roll his hips against mine. Our
dicks were rubbing against each other under our clothes. Nicky looked at me
with a twinkle in his eye. He had a big smile on his face.

   "Cool," he said and began to roll himself against me.

   I slid my hands into his shorts and squeezed his bare butt cheeks. They
were by far the firmest and tightest buttocks I'd ever touched. And
definitely the smallest. He tried to reach up to kiss me. Still, I was at
least forty centimeters taller than him, so I had to stretch up against
him, and the position was uncomfortable.

   Then the doorbell rang.

   I jumped from the couch so fast that Nicky almost flew into the air. I
had been so focused on my little friend that I was shocked. I looked at the
boy standing next to me with a startled look on his face. His hair was a
mess, and I flattened it with my hand. I turned on the light and went to
open the door.

   "Hey there, Mr. Parker! I hope you're doing well. Listen, I just got
home, and I'm a bit worried because Nicky isn't back yet. Do you happen to
know where he is?" The boy's mother sounded concerned. I checked the time,
and it was already past ten.  Just then, Nicky peeked through the living
room door with a bright red face, saying he'd gotten up to some mischief.

   "I'm sorry, Mom. I was just on my way," Nicky whispered in a hushed
voice.

   "I'm so happy my baby had you to keep him company after the game. It
means a lot to me that he was in good hands while I was out. I noticed the
lights were off when I looked in the windows. Didn't the game finish a
while ago? I hope everything is okay.  You've been such a great help to
us. Thanks so much for looking after my little one."

   I attempted to speak quickly but hesitated with an "Umm...."

   "GTA6!" Nicky exclaimed, maybe a little too loud.

   "What's that?" Mom asked, wondering.

   "Grand Theft Auto," I said it quickly, maybe too quickly to sound
natural." The kid had come up with a good excuse that was easy to
comprehend. "So, I had this game, and Nicky went crazy when he saw it. He
said, "Dude, let's play it in the dark!"  Luckily, I have a 70-inch TV that
is epic to play on."

   "That's so cool! Let's get one for us, Mom!" Nicky exclaimed.

   "Which one do you want, a TV or a game? I don't think we have enough
money to buy either of them, boy." With Nicky's brilliant performance, I
was almost convinced that we had been playing video games ourselves.

   "So, can I come back and play again sometime?" he asked with a grin as
he walked out.

   "Of course you can! It would be so much fun," I said with a friendly
wink.

   As Nicky's mom thanked me for spending time with her son, I told her I
couldn't help but feel grateful for having such a wonderful kid around. She
then expressed concern about Nicky being too much trouble, but I assured
her that it was a pleasure to have him over.



TO BE CONTINUED

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