Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2023 16:08:47 +0100 (CET)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: Old hobby, new spice part 5

OLD HOBBY, NEW SPICE

7

Nicky sat at the kitchen table while I poured him a glass of milk. I leaned
against the fridge, waiting for him to share his thoughts.

   "I think you might be hungry. Would you like something to eat?" I asked
the boy with an empathetic tone. He seemed a little unsure of what to say.

   "Yes," he eventually replied; I poured him a glass of milk and leaned
against the fridge.

   I made Nick two sausage sandwiches and sat down on the other side of the
table We didn't talk much, just Nick slurping his milk and making little
eating sounds.  As I looked at the little boy, I saw that he was pretty
dirty - his face, shirt, and pants all had dirt on them. He was chowing
down those sandwiches, and I couldn't help but feel a little affection for
the little guy.

   "So, what's up? What have you been doing today? Just trying to break the
ice.

   "We were just playing," Nicky said, not taking his eyes off the
sandwich.

   Nicky was quiet and seemed a bit nervous. "Wanna share more?"

   "I wasn't really into those guys, but I didn't have the guts to walk
away."

   "I had this feeling that something was up."

   "We were following an old lady. They told me to take her bag. I wouldn't
do it, so they got angry." Then, the taller boy ran after the woman and
yelled or like tried to yank the bag out of her hand, but she fell. We ran
away, and then you called."

   "The old lady didn't hurt herself, did she?"

   "I have no idea about it, and I'm feeling bad."

   Nicky only ate half of the other sandwich he had. I gave him a T-shirt
that was way too big for him and told him he needed to go wash up. The boy
didn't argue, he was happy to go and shower, chuckling a little at the
shirt that looked huge in his hands.

   I could hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. I
wondered how we ended up in the situation we were in after the football
game. I felt the familiar pressure down there, and I wondered how I could
create a same kind of tension again. And then I had an idea.

   Kids are curious by nature and will break the rules, intentionally or
unconsciously, which was the essence of my idea. I took out my iPad,
searched for the right site in the browser, and left it there. When he
opens the pad, he sees the site first. Of course, the boy thinks it's a
coincidence, but he will take advantage of the opportunity to look closely
at the site.

   Nicky came out of the shower. His dirty blonde hair looked darker when
wet.  Wrapped in his towel, he looked impossibly small.

   "I'm going to shower too; sit on the couch and get dressed when you
want," I said, and soon, warm water was caressing my body. I knew the boy
couldn't resist picking up the pad, and when he did, uncensored boy porn
jumped into his eyes.

   I got out of the shower with a towel around my hips. Nicky was sitting
on the couch, leaning on his knees, an oversized shirt pulled over his
knees. The towel was on the floor. I quickly looked at the pad, and sure
enough, it was far from where I had left it. I sat beside him and pushed
his damp bangs to the side.

   "You can't see anything from here," I said, chuckling. Nicky's eyes were
on his knees, but he smiled. I tucked his hair behind his ear and gently
brushed a hand across his cheek. He turned his head towards me and watched
me silently with his blue eyes, biting his lip slightly. He looked really
small, even fragile. I moved his hair behind his other ear as well, and the
shy smile on his face widened even more.

   "You don't have a stubble," he said, a little puzzled. I shaved off my
beard in the morning, and since it's slow to grow, it's enough that I shave
it off once a week.

   "Did you like it?"

   "It was rough. It rasped. I liked that."

   "Oh, shame."

   "I like you like that too; I think you're handsome."

   "Really, am I?" Nicky nodded, still looking at me intently from eye to
eye.

   "You're turning into a handsome man, too. But you're still sweet and
beautiful and fascinating." I pressed my face closer to his and watched as
his lips parted as if to receive a kiss. He watched as I slowly licked my
lips. Our noses touched, and I moved them together. From this close, I
could feel his breath on my wet lips and smell the shower gel in his hair.

   "You're so beautiful," I said, finally kissing his soft lips. I pressed
my hand to his cheek and ran it through his hair. The wet hair flowed
between my fingers, and I felt a small hand on my bare waist.

Nicky still sat with his knees on his chest, and I leaned against him. My
hand was on the back of his neck, tangled in his hair. Our tongues were in
a wild play, and our lips were soaking each other. The towel unfurled and
fell from my hips. I was kissing my ten-year-old lover, completely naked
and full of lust. Somehow, Nicky had noticed what had happened and reached
for my crotch. I moved my hips into a more advantageous position and let
him take my organ in his hand.

   "Huh," he sighed again, just like the last time he touched my cock.

   I scooped the boy into my arms and carried him into the bedroom. I
didn't turn on the lights; the soft lighting in the living room created a
suitably dim atmosphere on my bed. I let him sit down and pulled his shirt
off. He hadn't put on underwear since his shower, and there we were, both
of us completely naked, ready for the unknown.

   Nicky sat cross-legged on the bed. His dick was hard and stiff and
pointed up at the ceiling. Its foreskin covered the head; it was thin and
short, I'd guess maybe five cents, but incredibly sexy in all its
eagerness. His eyes were riveted on my dick, a fairly ordinary fifteen
cents, but it certainly looked big to the eyes of a little boy.
 
   "Can I touch it?" He asked in a very soft and cautious voice.

   "Absolutely, I'd love to," I replied, feeling lightheaded. The boy
pressed his index finger against the stem and sighed again.

   "Huh."

   "Grab it harder. Rub it like you would your own."

   Nicky began to move his arm, gripping the stem tightly with his
hand. The foreskin slid under his hand, revealing a glans that was
literally leaking pre-cum. I was horny as hell.

   "Taste it."

   "It's wet." The boy's expression was hesitant. He pulled the foreskin
back and forth. The head of my cock was dark red, the mucus glistening in
the dim light as he gently touched it with the tip of his tongue. After a
quick taste, he licked again, this time more courageously. My cock shivered
with each lick. Nicky lifted his eyes to mine and smiled as he continued to
lick.

   "Oh fuck yes!" I moaned. I was on the verge of orgasm and begged him to
stop so I wouldn't come. I pushed him down on the bed and quickly and
effortlessly rolled over to lie on his stomach. I got on my knees behind
him and started stroking his bare back. Oh, he was so petite!

   I leaned down and moved the hair on his neck to the side and sucked on
it, enjoying it, kissing his entire back all the way down to his buttocks,
which were firm and soft at the same time. I pressed my hands down on them
and then spread them wide open. The dim light didn't really give me a good
view of the cave, but my mouth knew the way even in the dark.

   I ran my tongue between the asscheeks until I found a tiny rosebud. I
pressed my tongue hard against it, and I could hear the boy sigh with
pleasure. I pushed even harder, and I could feel the opening giving way
just a little bit as it was resisting me. I held his buttocks apart and
began to lick his bottom with wet strokes. Nicky made fucking motions
against the mattress, rubbing his pecker against it. His ass rose and fell
until the little bunghole began to throb.

   The child howled softly, like a puppy longing for its mother. He
squeezed the blanket hard, his head pressed against the pillow, and his
body spasmed as if he'd been electrocuted. His butt began to bounce back
and forth against my face; I had given the first orgasm of my life to a
child who was experiencing it for the first time from another man. It was a
wonderful moment.

TO BE CONTINUED

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