Date: Mon, 10 May 2021 02:56:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Blade Hamer Subject: Stories from the hard side (Adult/Youth) Stories from the hard side part 1 Disclaimers: Everything you read in this story is my intellectual property and as such should be treated with utmost respect. The people described are not living, breathing human beings mind you. They exist only in the realm of pure imagination. The people described in the story do not really exist, but are rather the combination of several different people. Thus, they do not exist. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PEOPLE IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL ON MY PART. All other disclaimers/rules/procedures apply. If you are under the legal age of viewing this material (depending upon where you live, that could be any age) please direct yourself to something else that will occupy your time. I've read plenty of Nifty stories over the years, and have enjoyed many of the stories that I consider good, now I'm just trying to pay it forward. It's going to be a chapter story, so if you are looking for a quick toss-off better move onto the next story. Other than that, I sincerely hope you enjoy my story. Constructive criticism/feedback/comments are duly appreciated. Please direct them to my email at razorbald@yahoo.com. All are welcomed. Thanks again for reading. Blade This is meant to be a collection of erotic short stories Mario I had just moved into my new home and I was excited to finally having a place of my own. I hated renting. I always had problems with either the landlords and neighbors. You see I am a writer and musician. Most of the time I would use my electric piano with headphones or my acoustic guitars or my electric guitars with headphones. So not to bother anyone. But there are times you have to hear what you wrote with loud music. It was usually then that the neighbors would complain. That pissed me off because I never complained when they had loud parties. Also, the apartment always had one problem after another, stove would break down, the water heater, it was one thing after another. I had just published my first book and sold a couple poems that were turned into songs and I did quite well off the royalties. I did better when I sold my poems then my songs at first. After I amassed a little money, I decided to build a new home. I guess the bank figured I was a good risk at the time because of my book sales and the money that was coming in on royalties from the poems I wrote. I knew I wanted something out in the country, but not too far from town. I wanted at least four bedrooms with attached bathrooms, an office with a complete computer monitoring system inside and outside the house. A large multipurpose room, large kitchen with a breakfast bar, dining room and a studio/music room. I also had a built-in hot tub as well as a built-in swimming pool, half cover by an overhang, the other half had a section that could be covered with a canvas that would cover the pool in the winter. Of course, the pool was heated and the heat from the pool would keep the interior warm for winter swimming. I had a fence set up around the sides and front half of the yard. I left the back opened because of the thick hedge the people behind me set up years ago. I met the neighbor when the construction started on my home, they were a nice older Mexican couple. They lived in a very nice large home. All their kids were grown and had moved away from home. When they asked me what I did for a living I told them I was an Author and that I dabble in writing music. They told me their oldest son use to play in a band but now he works for a music production studio. It took six months to finish the house and sales for my most recent book were going better than expected. I was able to furnished the house with new furniture and a brand-new piano and sound equipment. In the meantime, the neighbor's family dynamic changed. Their four-year-old grandson came to live with them. Their youngest daughter got caught up in a drug bust and was sent to prison while her husband had been shot and killed in the raid of the house. It didn't look good for their daughter because one of their clients died of a bad batch of drugs they had sold. She along with one other person were charged and held responsible for that person's death. From what I understood that she would be in jail for twenty-five years before she would be eligible for parole. The first day that their grandson was there I met him in the most unusual way. He had somehow slipped through the hedge and made it into my back yard. I had just got up from a late night working on the new story I was working on for my publisher when I looked out the back door and saw this beautiful naked Hispanic boy standing on the dirt pile that was piled up in my back yard. I had to laugh, he was so dirty and having fun standing there with absolutely nothing on. I watched for a few minutes before I realized if he slipped, he would end up in the hole that was intended for my swimming pool. I then hurried out of the house without nothing on but my bathrobe and sandles. I approached him slowly getting a good look at the young naked boy standing on the dirt pile. "Hi, what's your name?" I asked as I approached the young naked Hispanic boy. The boy must not have seen me come out of the house. He was a little scared and I could see it on his very young face. "It's ok." I said trying to calm him down. I didn't want him to slip and fall into the hole. "Mario." came the reply from the naked boy. Now, I have never been attracted to any boys or even girls at that fact. But this boy was causing a reaction to my mind and body. Thankfully I had my robe on or I would have given him something else to be afraid of. Now I am not bragging but I am a little above average in the penis department. I am not huge but I am a good seven inches when hard. I wish I could say I was a handsome blonde-haired blue-eyed hunk but that would be a lie. I struggled with my weight when I was younger and took up swimming and track to help take the weight off. I have a fairly average body type and plan to keep it that way. Mario stood a good three feet tall, with light skin for a young boy of Hispanic descent. I would find out later he was both white and Hispanic. His father being white. "Why don't you come over here? Mario." I said to the young naked boy. He just kind of looked at me still a little scared. I guess I wouldn't blame him, if I saw a white man in nothing but a robe and sandles coming towards him. Mario made up his mind and slowly began to come to me. When I got him off the pile of dirt, I notice he was shivering. I wasn't sure if it was because it was a little cold out or if he was afraid of me. "Why don't I get you inside and warm you up." I said leading him to the house. Mario came with me willingly. Once inside the house I took my shoes off and decided to put him into the shower to warm him up. He didn't look that dirty, so I was surprised at all the dirt that began to stream off his small body. I noticed before he was built bigger in the penis department than most four-year old boys. Well at least that I know of, it is not like I have seen that many pre-teen penises. Mario's penis had to be at least a good three inches long soft. It swung as he brushed his hands over his body. I gave him a wash cloth with some soap on it and explained what I wanted him to do. I got up to get a towel and my robe came open. Mario did not miss a thing. He saw my semi erect penis and spoke. "Big like daddies." I looked at him a bit surprised then thought his father must take baths with him. "Wash me." he said. I looked at him not knowing what to do. He repeats what he said this time holding out the wash cloth I gave him. I quickly grabbed a couple towels and headed back over to him. I really wanted to get into the shower with him but figured I better not. I did however take the wash cloth from him and wash where he had missed. It was probably a good thing that I didn't crawl in the shower with him because I don't know if I would be able to stop at doing anything with him. I did however wash around his penis and was happy to see he was like any other boy and he began to chub up. When he did that, I figured it was time to get him out of the shower and dried off. I wrapped him in a towel and had him follow me into my bedroom. There I found him a shirt and had him put it on. It was big on him but it would do for what I had planned and that was to take him home. I got dressed not hiding anything from the boy since he has already seen me naked and half hard so I figured what the hell. Once I was dressed, I took him out to my car and had him buckle up, okay I had to help him buckle up. It wasn't such a bad thing I did get to see his little willy while I did it. I then got into the front seat and backed out of my driveway. I drove around the block and pulled into his grandparents' driveway to find Ella out in the front yard calling for Mario. "Good morning Ella. I think I have what you are looking for." She came running over to the car when I opened the door and she spotted Mario sitting in the back seat. "Me-ho, I have been looking all over for you." Ella said as she dove into the back seat. "I found him in my back yard on the mound of dirt back there. He was a mess so I gave him a shower." I told Ella as she unbuckled Mario from the back seat. "What is he wearing? And wear are his clothes?" Ella asked. "He was naked, when I found him." Ella just giggles then said she was sorry. Then went on to tell me he was a little nudist just like her oldest son use to be. She apologized for causing any problem but I told her that was okay. The next time I saw Mario was a few weeks later. But that is another story. To be continued Nifty is kind enough to post these stories for your enjoyment. Please help support with a donation to keep the site up and running. If you would like to read more of my stories you can find them in the Authors section under Blade Hamer.