Date: Wed, 20 Oct 2021 21:43:28 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Fw: Tasting Kit - Part 3 (Adult-youth) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/meeting-a-farm-boy https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-train-trip/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/getting-my-medicine/ *** ???? feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com *** After our bit of fun together yesterday, I took a bit of time explaining to Kit that it needed to be our little secret for a little while. He had been quite excitable and energetic by the time I had finished licking out his little anus on the couch yesterday. He wanted to tell the whole world about our little game; his friends, his brother, even his mother. Luckily, somehow, I managed to convince him otherwise, I just hoped I had convinced him enough. He pouted as he accepted what I told him, whining that he wanted to do the same with other people too, but I stressed that for now it would just have to be our little secret after school activity. It was a delicate balance of explaining that what we were doing was naughty, but not naughty enough for him to get in trouble over. I was still sweating bullets after he left with his mother. He was a good kid, so I knew, on the one hand, he would listen to my words and do as I told him in that regard, but on the other hand, being a good boy, I was worried about his ability to lie, and keep a secret. My ears were glued to the phone all night, terrified it was going to ring with an enraged parent on the line. Thankfully, that call never came. Not that it helped me get a wink of sleep, but it was a relief the following afternoon when once again I saw the little guy hiking up towards my house. "Hello Kit!" I beamed as he walked in the door, chucking his school bag in the corner again. "Hi Andy!" He replied, wearing his cheeky grin on his face. Kit was wearing his usual T-shirt and a pair of pastel-coloured shorts. He'd worn them to my place a few times, and he was fast growing out of them. They were plenty long enough to hide his underwear from the public, but with enough left over to see his gorgeous upper legs. "I'm glad you're here on time, kid. I have a few chores I need you to do today." "Oh okay Andy. After that, can we do more like we did yesterday? " "Hrm? What was that?" I asked, pretending not to know. He had to learn how big of a secret it was. "You know..the naughty stuff?" He piped up. "Sorry, I don't know what you mean, Kit. If you could go weed my flower garden out back first, then come back and see me and we'll talk about it." He was a little flustered about me supposedly not knowing. That said, he walked off to do his chores. When he'd come back, I'd have another job for him to do, drip feeding him one task at a time. When sending him away, each time I would hint that when THAT task was done, I would come to my senses. The first few times he came back, I could see in his eyes what he was thinking, only for the flicker of hope to dim again as I sent him back with something else to do. Each thing I got him to do was more mundane and pointless than the last. Before long, even Kit was noticing that I was doing it deliberately. I toiled away on my laptop, and after each task was done, he would quickly run back excitedly, expecting me to open up about our little games. I knew the horny little fuck wanted it, as he grew more and more frustrated with my feigned ignorance, and pointless little chores for him to complete. By the end, it was quite adorable as he would stomp back to me, grumpily crossing his arms, only for me to send him away. Eventually, I ran out of things for him to do. I was still on my computer looking up the most boring thing I could think of. He was standing right next to me, the thin cotton of his shorts not doing much to hide the ridge of material pushing out at the front of his shorts. The little guy was definitely horny for more, his small shorts doing nothing to hide his boy erection. As he stood there, he leaned in closer to me, his dick bumping into my shoulder. Clearly, he was trying to get me to notice his hardness. "Come oooon, Andy.." Kit begged, "I've been thinking about it all day!" "Oh yeah? Thinking about what?" "You know...what we did here yesterday!?" "Watch cartoons?" "Nooooo..." He whined, stamping his feet. "You smelled my butt, remember? And you sucked my thing!" "Your thing? What thing?" The little tyke rolled his eyes at me. My time was quickly running out though, he had figured me out. "My cock!" He blurted out. "Oh! Yes! I do remember something about that. Perhaps if you show me that little thing again it will remind me?" "It's not little! " Kit shouted, getting a little aggravated. "It's probably bigger than yours!" "I doubt that, champ." I grinned. "Take it out then. You keep saying mine is little, let's see your one." "Mine?" "Yeah, pull your pants down and take your cock out like you make me do!" Kit demanded. Who could deny this school boy such a request? With his hands on his hips, it did nothing to deny the lump he had going on, the ridge of his boner pressing ever more desperately at the front of his shorts. I was so glad I had twisted his mind from an innocent good boy to a demanding, sexually charged one, and even more glad that he seemed to be getting off on it. I had created him, and was more than willing to show him my cock. Fair's fair. I unbuckled my belt, and slid my pants under my butt to the floor, taking my boxers with them. "Now take your shirt off," he said, still gawking at my cock. I was already hard, and at 7" I put on a good show. I wondered briefly if he had ever seen an adult penis in real life before. I did the next part as I was told, unbuttoning my shirt. I felt my body was still fairly well toned for my age. I didn't have much hair, just a little dusting on my upper chest and some extra padding around my belly from the other love of my life, a regular evening beer. "Stand up" Kit ordered. I slid my chair out, the wood making a loud graunching sound. I was stood up in front of him, completely stark naked. The roles had certainly reversed, with me having everything hanging out, and him still fully dressed. "Turn around" was his next instruction. I did as requested, showing him my butt, before turning back around to face him. My ass wasn't as cute and perky as his, but he asked for it. "I thought you would be hairier?" Kit said. "Not all guys are super hairy." "But what about your cock?" He said, pointing straight at it. "I thought you would have lots of hair. I seen some boys way hairier than you. " "I shave most of mine off because I think it looks nicer that way. What do you reckon?" I was about to give my cock a lewd stroke in front of him, but he beat me to it, grabbing my throbbing shaft himself. I would have described what his fingers on my cock felt like, but I was too concerned with how he quickly pulled down my erection, causing me to wince. Then, before I had a chance to recover from that bit of pain, he reached down and gropped my balls, giving them firm tug too. "I thought your balls would be bigger, too. They're hardly bigger than mine! " Thankfully, he didn't hurt my nuts, but it was quite embarrassing to have my manhood appraised by some kid. His words hurt the most. I have always been a little self-conscious about the size of my balls. While I had a nice thick shaft, my balls stopped growing fairly early into puberty. But before I had a chance to come up with an excuse for my tiny testes, his mind did another abrupt turn. Bored of making a mockery of my nakedness, he said he wanted for us to play some kind of game he had devised while in school that day. I have no idea how he came up with it, I just wondered who was more excited about it, him or me. "Are you going to get naked too, Kit?" I asked first, conscious of my cock bobbing around as he pulled me back over to the living room. His two buns still hidden away in those damn shorts. "Maybe later. You have to play the game first." "What do I have to do?" "It's a guessing game." Kit declared, pushing me back onto the seat where we typically had all our fun. "Close your eyes, and keep them shut." Once more I did as I was told, my world going dark around me as I closed my eyes. In the gloom, I heard Kit moving around the living room, items moving and banging. It was a good thing I trusted this kid, and knew his mother. My hearing had become super aware though, the last thing I heard, being him in his school bag before he came back over to me, and something approaching my face. "Guess what this is. And don't open your eyes." Kit said. I was not sure of the rules of this game, but I reached out and touched it. It was hard, and smooth. I could tell it was a plastic box, which was divided up into several smaller square shaped compartments. Taking a whiff, I could smell left-over sandwiches and possibly a half-eaten apple. Immediately, I figured out what it was. "Is this your lunchbox?" I asked. "Yep! That was just a test though. Keep your eyes closed!" More rustling, and more moving. I never heard his school bag move or anything this time, just his movement in front of me. Soon after, I could feel something hovering under my nose again. "Okay, what's this one?" Something else approached my face. I reached out and this time felt a fabric of some kind. Perhaps wool or cotton? It had a hole in it, and felt kind of long and stretchy. Again, taking a whiff, I heard a giggle. The sharp stink of stale feet assaulted my nostrils. "Whufff...!!" I choked. "Is that your stinky sock?!" My eyes were still closed, I could hear he was in hysterics, laughing on the floor in front of me. My plight of sniffing his reeking boy socks was incredibly funny to him. Being subjected to this kid's torture only made me harder, and I hoped he was too. Eventually he recovered from his laughter, coming back over to me. "Next one." He hadn't been anywhere, so this one had me puzzled to start with. I don't think he even left the front of the couch. But I could tell he was leaning over, waving something under my nose. He told me I couldn't even use my hands this time as he leaned and held his finger under my nose. Taking a sniff, I immediately recognised the spicy aroma of his ass, clinging to his finger. Oh dear god, it smelled delicious. Now we're talking, but I wanted more. "I can't smell anything," I lied. "It just smells like your finger I think?" "Noooo, you should smell something on it.." He insisted, raising his finger closer. I sniffed again but still feigned not being able to smell it. It smelled divine. There is nothing quite like the hot, humid smell that a boy can create between their ass cheeks. Those special dark mixures of sweat and boy baking between a boys bum cheeks all day at school, sitting in the heat. Kit's was tart and aggressive. It was a harsh smell like strong coffee beans and vinegar, only a boy's anus was capable of producing a scent like this. And I could smell it all right, as clear as day. Still wanting more, I denied it all, saying it was just a finger. Growing impatient, Kit retracted his finger. I couldn't see, but hopefully it was to wipe it along the whole length of his sticky crack again. I hoped he was having a good deep dig around in there this time, right at the source. My hopes were confirmed when he brought his hand back. My sinuses were rewarded with the unmistakable odour of boy butt. It was much stronger this time. Like an explosion. Forget ocean breeze this was the rank smell of hot sweaty boy bum, it was hard, almost making me flinch with how dense it was now. "I think I can smell something this time.." I pondered. "Is it..Roses?" He laughed at my little joke. He must have known I was messing with him now. "No, it's not roses, silly. You smelled it yesterday." "Ohhh, so it's.. no, still don't know. Maybe if I can taste it I will be able to tell?" I heard him giggle and tell me to open my mouth. His grubby finger wandered into my mouth, and I closed my lips around it, sucking off the slight juicy sheen that clung to his digit. "Mmm, I know that taste. That's the taste of your bumhole, right?" "Hehe, yup! Do you like it?" "Mm, yummy. Love it. Even tastier than last time." I replied. "Want some more?" "Oooh, yes please" Taking my wrist, he led my finger to between his buttcrack. In my darkness, I could feel the wetness of his hole, as his sexy sweat pooled around his hole. Probing gently, it was slippery on my finger. I felt him yelp in surprise as I applied a bit too much pressure, sinking my first knuckle inside him. His body was like fire as it gripped the tip my finger. Definitely too tight for a cock, but I would have to find something to fuck him with one of these days. He pulled my hand out himself when he had enough. Returning my wrist towards my face, I licked what sweet offerings his little cavern had held. Licking his boy honey from it, smacking my lips, it was time for the next guess. "Okay, next one" This time I felt him climb on top of the couch with me. I think he was kneeling on either side of the seat armrest. This one, he couldn't exactly hide what he was doing, but my heart was racing with his little scheme he had thought up. He was kneeling up on the seat with me and I could feel his body approaching my face. I loved it; I just hoped the chair wouldn't topple over. "Open your mouth again, Andy." Kit said, steadying himself. Opening my mouth wide this time, I knew what he was up to. I could feel his hard little flesh rocket carefully make its way up to my mouth. There was no mistaking it, his young crotch had a sweet light fragrance of sweat and pee, which I had quickly become accustomed to being face first in Kit's crotch. I felt his glans slide against my tongue first, the smooth skin of his head brushing against my tongue. Without direction, I closed my lips around it as I suckled his little shiny bulb. Above me, I felt him shudder and hiss through his teeth. I never knew a boys cock could be so sensitive, even at his age. He shifted up further, inserting the full length of his cock into my mouth for me to service. Running from his base back to the tip, I did a bit of movement, but he seemed more interested in using my mouth the way he wanted to. "Do you like having my cock in your mouth? My balls are nearly as big as yours too, " Kit stated bluntly, as he happily rabit fucked my mouth with his spike. I couldn't exactly answer, I could just hold on, with my eyes forever closed. Keeping balanced and fucking my mouth in this position would have been hard work, as I heard him panting above me. I knew it was about to be over as his little noises became a bit louder and high pitched. I knew he couldn't cum yet, but when he had his boygasm, he held onto my head for dear life. He shoved his young cock hard against my face. If anything had come out of his cock, I wouldn't have had much choice in the matter. Instead, I just felt his penis rapidly vibrating. It was like it was dancing in my mouth, twitching as he moaned and squeaked, his immature prostate trying to do a job it wasn't yet ready for. He stayed there for a bit, recovering. He was starting to get a bit heavy on my neck by the time he pulled off of me. He puffed. "Okay, last part of the game." "Alright, what do I have to do?" "Just keep your eyes shut, and don't move, or make any sounds, no matter what. Okay?" I nodded one last nod, before sitting as still as I could. I couldn't think of anything else he could possibly make me do. I'd already tasted his ass again and sucked his cock again. What was the little devil up to? My cock ached, as the room went silent. I had no clue what was going on. I knew he was still there, because after he had got off the chair, he hadn't walked away at all. I could hear him moving around right in front of me. I think he had sat down but he had been quiet for a few minutes. I was close to actually opening my eyes to see what was going on when I felt something wet and warm around the tip of my cock. A gentle purse and something moist pressed against my glans, giving it a smooch. Oh fuck. It was his lips! I had been hoping to ask if he wanted to do this, but was going to lead him into it slowly. I never knew he would be so willing already! Judging by the tickle of hair, and the warm breath around my crotch, there was no mistaking it. He had his whole head between my legs. He had sat down in front of me, and kissed my cock! The pause must have been when he was building up the courage to go through with it. Taking the next step, he took the mushroom head inside his small, tight mouth. He tried to do more, but much beyond that and he would choke. The room was dead quiet, apart from the noisy inhale and exhale of air through Kits nose, the slurps and sips of his lips and he made out with my cock. Occasionally, he would gag slightly when he took in a bit too much. His mouth just wasn't big enough for the rest. The feeling of his small mouth sucking me was incredible..He was no expert by any means, with his rhythm being erratic, and the movement of his head was a bit awkward. But what he lacked in experience, he easily made up in determination. Eventually, he seemed to accept that he could only fit my knob, and found a pace he could manage. He was learning quickly; my cock would throb and he seemed to notice. I heard more movement, his arm reaching up between my legs, then a feather light touch of his hand finding my hanging balls. He even started to make sort of happy cooing sounds as he suckled my penis, applying the hardest suction on the very tip of my pisshole. With his mouth being so small he could apply just the right amount of suction. The wet insides of his mouth gliding along the crown of my cock. His toungue would wiggle as he licked, pushing my knob against the ribbed roof of his mouth. I badly wanted to moan, to let him know he was doing a good job, but he said I couldn't make any noise. Curse this silly game of his. I gritted my teeth, and clenched my fists. As I felt my approaching orgasm, once more I pondered the rules of the game. I wanted to speak, to warn him, as I felt my balls build. But on the other hand, he told me I had to stay quiet. If he didn't know, that was on him, and he was in for the surprise of his life if he didn't know what was about to happen. I felt my nuts try to tighten, even though he still had a firm grip on them, a boiling growing. The all too familiar pressure building, until I felt it erupt from the tip of my cock. I heard a high-pitched muffle of surprise, followed by some rapid swallowing noises. I think somehow, he knew what was coming, but there was just too much for him to handle. He coughed, some of my cum running out of his nose. As I continued to unload my seed into his mouth, he had no choice but to pull off. A last few white strips of cum, bursting from my cock onto my belly. Finally it seemed the game was over. With both of us now spent, he said I could open my eyes as we had finished. My world coming back into focus, I noticed his shorts were on the floor, a naked school boy coming over to sit himself on the armrest beside me. Spreading a leg either side, he grabbed the TV remote, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, this cartoons coming on screen. As we settled into the antics of the show, he reached down between my thighs, once again taking my cock into his small hand. He held my my wilting cock tightly in his grasp -- I was his. -- *** ???? feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ***