Date: Fri, 26 Nov 2021 22:59:02 +0000
From: Unky Matt <unkymatt@protonmail.com>
Subject: Stan and Unky Matt Part 1 (Gay Adult-Youth, Authoritarian)

This is the first part of a story that will hopefully develop and grow.
It's based on fantasy and doesn't mean anything about the inclinations
of its author or reader. Please donate to nifty if you can and happy
reading!

Stan and Unky Matt - Part 1

I had been dating Sarah for about four months, but what nobody knew was
that I wasn't really interested in her at all. I had only swiped right
on her on tinder because in one of her pics, she was with her son, Stan.

Even from that one pic, he was mesmerising. He looked to be about 10
years old - a mop of golden blonde hair on his head, lovely green eyes
and a cute button nose. Average height for that age, maybe a little on
the small side, and the smoothest looking skin. But what really sold me
was that he was barefoot in the picture.

As they weren't the main focus of the picture, I couldn't see his feet
as clearly as I'd like, but they looked petite, cute and with well
trimmed nails. Boy feet, you see, turn me on probably more than boy cock,
although I of course like both.

So I messaged her, we went on a date, then another and eventually I got
to meet him. He's called Stan. He's 11 and had just started secondary
school. And he's gorgeous!

The first time I met him was at the park and he was wearing fashionable
jeans, a t shirt and hoodie. Too many layers, I thought. He had blue and
white trainers on and I could see funky yellow cartoon socks too. I made
a joke about how bright they were and he giggled.

We really hit it off and I was soon staying over at their place, which
was super exciting for me. Stan was frustratingly quite private about his
body, and while I had hoped he would spend lots of time barefoot at home,
he seemed to always be in socks. Still, being with him in his own house
was nice for me and I enjoyed getting to know him.

The day that everything changed was a day off for me, and Sarah had said
I could stay at hers for the day. Stan was at school, so around lunch
time, I found myself sneaking into his room. I pulled back his Marvel
duvet cover and took a sniff of his bed sheets. There was no odour of cum
that I could make out, but Stan's sweet boyish scent was everywhere. I
got myself naked and climbed into his bed, sniffing the pillow and
rubbing my hardon against his sheets. And then I noticed them. The yellow
cartoon socks he loved so much. I knew he'd worn them for a couple of
days over the weekend, and as I picked them up and sat on his bed, I
could see the browny grey stains where they had got sweaty. The toes and
heel were particularly stained.

Hard as a rock, I lifted one of the socks to my nose and took a sniff. It
was intoxicating. Boy feet definitely get sweaty but there is a sweet
muskiness to the sweat which is like ambrosia to me. I took a few more
deep sniffs, rubbing both of the socks over my face, wanking myself off.
I was trying to get as much scent as I could out of the stained areas.

I was absolutely lost in my pleasure, sniffing and breathing in Stan's
foot scent, wanking my hard cock, so when I happened to glance at the
bedroom door and see Stan standing there, it took me a moment to
register. Then I suddenly snapped out of it and realised I had no idea
how long he had been standing there.

"Stan!" I exclaimed, "what are you... shit... I can explain..."

"Explain?" He laughed, "it looks to me like you're wanking while
sniffing my socks. Why would you do that Unky Matt?"

He'd been calling me Unky Matt for a couple of weeks - cute and
childish, it never failed to make my cock throb. Including now when my
cock was on show.

"I... I..." I was lost for words.

"Are you... are you a pedo Unky Matt?"

I didn't know what to say. This could very well be the moment I ruined
my life. But how could I talk my way out of it? I nodded.

"Cool," he grinned.

I looked bewildered, obviously. I was still totally lost for words.

"Come here and get on your knees!" He said. His voice was forceful. He
sounded like he knew what he wanted. I got off his bed and walked towards
him, my hard cock betraying me. I knelt in front of him.

"Good pedo," he said.

"How... how do you know that word?" I asked.

"My friend Reece. His older cousin is a pedo. He's been doing stuff
with Reece since he was 7. But Reece won't let me join in - always says
I should find my own pedo! And now I have!"

I struggled to take this information in. I'd met Reece once - he was
another hot kid. Quite a bit taller than Stan and probably a little
further into puberty. Stan was very much a boy still, but his arms and
legs had started to develop a little. He would be ripe for a good few
years yet.

"I.. I mean... what now?" I asked.

"Well, since I guess you don't want to go to jail for being a pedo,
Unky Matt, I guess that means you just became my slave!"

My dick twitched at that. Stan laughed.

"Looks as though Unky Matt's pedo slave cock agrees," he grinned. It
was so hot hearing him say all this, still dressed in his school uniform
- burgundy blazer, crisp white shirt, burgundy and blue striped tie,
black trousers, thick grey socks.

Stan moved to his bed and sat down on it, throwing his blazer onto his
gaming chair.

"Since you like feet so much Unky Matt, why don't you get over here and
take my socks off? They're pretty sweaty - I was playing footy at play
time!"

I started to get up.

"No," Stan said firmly. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl over
Unky Matt!"

I obeyed his instructions and was soon at his feet. I took hold of his
left socked foot. It felt damp.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He said, yanking his foot from my grasp.

"I... you said to take your socks off!"

"Yeah," he said, wiggling his toes in the grey fabric, "with your pedo
mouth! Not your hands!"

I used my teeth to grip his left sock at the toes.

"Bite me and I will fucking punch you," he said, looking at me with
total dominance in his eyes.

Carefully and slowly, I worked the sock loose with my teeth. The smell
and the taste was even more heavenly than the yellow ones, I supposed
because this one was fresh on his foot. Eventually, I managed to pull the
whole sock off and I saw Stan's bare foot for the first time. His big
toe was quite chunky with a very nearly trimmed nail, and after his
second longer toe, which was slightly longer than his big toe but just as
near, his other toes all got gradually and evenly shorter. Each toe was
topped with a well kept and healthy nail. His foot had a couple of sexy
veins on top but was smooth, hairless and such a turn on. It was also
clearly quite damp with sweat and there was a little grey sock fluff
between the toes.

"You'll taste it soon enough Unky Matt," he said, "but get my other
sock off first!"

I repeated the process, this time finding it a little easier, and was
soon rewarded with Stan completely barefoot. His right foot was a mirror
image of the left except no visible veins. His feet really were perfect!
His toes were so sexy!

"Lie on the floor on your back with your hands by your sides," he
ordered. "Don't even think about touching that pedo cock without
permission!"

I did as I was told, lying with my head between his feet. He lifted first
his left foot, then his right and placed them both on my face. His smooth
soles covering my face, I could feel him wiggling his toes a bit,
tickling my nose. I took deep, grateful sniffs. His lightly sweaty bare
feet smelt a million times nicer even than his socks, and my cock was
throbbing and leaking even though I couldn't touch it.

Stan started to slowly rub his feet on my face, and when I stuck my
tongue out, he started to control my worship, running different parts of
each bare foot over my tongue, popping toes into my mouth. He seemed to
be enjoying the attention and I was in heaven. An 11 year old school boy,
barefoot, still in most of his Year 7 uniform, letting me, no, forcing me
to worship his feet. Could it get any better than this?

I soon got my answer. After about 20 minutes of me worshipping his feet
on the floor, Stan stood up. He indicated that I should get back on my
knees which I did. He stood in front of me and, not breaking eye contact,
slowly removed his school tie. He tossed it on top of his blazer and then
started to unbutton his shirt. As each button came undone I could see
more and more of his tight, slender chest. Two nipples the size of 5p
coins stood erect as he removed the shirt completely. He lifted his arms
so I could see his hairless pits. Still such a boy's body. Then he put
his arms by his sides and stood relaxed. I was mesmerised. He was slim
but toned - he didn't have a six pack but his tummy was flat and he had
a cute innie belly button.

Next, he slowly unzipped and unbuttoned his trousers, taking them down to
reveal sky blue boxers which hugged his milky white, slender thighs. He
tossed his shirt and trousers with the rest of his clothes and stood in
front of me in just his underwear. He was every inch the perfect boy -
like a dream come true. I honestly couldn't believe my luck.

"Get over here, Unky Matt. Good pedo! My pedo!"

I crawled over and knelt in front of him. Kneeling, I was only just
slightly taller than him!

"Kiss my bulge," he said. I kissed the front of his boxers and I felt
it. For the first time in my 28 years alive, the cock of a young boy. It
felt stiff and I moaned as I kissed it. So did Stan. He took a step back.

"Want to see it?" He asked, his voice now an aroused whisper.

I nodded.

"Then promise to be my pedo. Promise you'll always do exactly as I say.
Promise to be my slave Unky Matt!"

I nodded. "I promise Stan. I promise to be your slave."

Smiling, Stan hooked his fingers into his waist band and pulled his
boxers down and off. He tossed them with the rest of his clothes and
stood before me naked and hard. Eleven years old. Blonde. Slim. Cute as a
button. And ready for sex.

That's all for now guys. I welcome feedback at unkymatt@protonmail.com