Date: Sun, 04 Nov 2018 20:31:38 +0000
From: Master <office435@zoho.com>
Subject: The Mall

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The following stand-alone story is one of fantasy and is all fiction. All
names, locations, and places are made up. The content of the story is
created by the fervent activity of my mind.

Comments always welcome.

The Mall

It was just another morning at the large shopping mall during the school
holidays. Small groups of children from the ages of 10 upwards, needless to
say without parents, were hanging around. Making the lives of the security
staff that bit busier making sure their young guests weren't disturbing
those who actually spent money in the mall shops.

A few miles away in a suburban home a male night shift worker was fitfully
sleeping dreaming about his number one passion, boys. Or, rather his lack
of success of being able to lure one into spending time with him, so that
he could be the father he desperately wanted to be of a son. Yet due to
circumstances he knew at his time in life was very unlikely to happen now.

Just as he was about coming yet again to the stage of despair, a voice came
from nowhere.

"You really want a boy don't you?"

Staggered by the clarity of the voice the man was shaken from his tortured
sleep and looked around his room. Only the normalcy of the room stared back
at him. With a shake of his head he attempted to return to sleep, only for
the voice to ask again.

"You really want a boy don't you?"

Again the man opened his eyes and again the room answered back everything
normal. Once more the man laid his head on his pillow and attempted to
sleep.

"You really want a boy don't you?"

Finally, the man responded to the voice from nowhere.

"Yes, you know I do."

Instantly, he was taken to the shopping mall down the road from his home.

"Now, you see plenty of boys here of all ages," intoned the voice.

"I do and being in a shopping mall during the school holidays is like
heaven for boy spotting," replied the man.

"Indeed, we've been watching you and noticed that."

"You have?" the man questioned alarmed that the hours spent tried not to
being noticed as his eyes took in the sights that brought pleasure to him,
had been spotted.

"Don't worry, nobody else has noticed, yet," affirmed the voice.

"It's just that I can't help myself, "he said trying to explain
himself. "The beauty of a young boy is just so overwhelming. Piercings are
very rare, no tattoos, pure flesh, and the sheer innocence of them. Adults
are so ugly these days covered in mutilations of all descriptions and they
ruin their good looks."

"Yes we agree," said the voice.

"So what's the catch, what do I have to do for you?" the man asked sure
that the voice would demand something in return.

"You're not to worry yourself about that yet," instructed the voice. "It
simply our pleasure to satisfy your pleasure."

"So which boy do you like?"

There were boys of all ages wandering around the mall as the man and the
voice looked around.

"I see one," said the man, "over there in front of the Gadget Shop."

The voice looked and saw the boy in front of the Gadget Shop window to
which the man referred.

Indeed, the boy was a perfect specimen of the species. Approx. eleven years
old, blond hair, five-foot-tall, slim build, and wearing a red hoodie, blue
jeans, and grey trainers. As the boy turned to his right for a moment,
distracted by something, his boyhood face reflected what the man and the
voice had just been discussing. The carefree, innocent, unworn, and pure
face of a young boy that Greek gods would dream of let, alone a boy lover.

"You would like him?" asked the Voice, "Then he shall be yours to enjoy
from now until morning. Then he must be returned."

"Thank you, thank you, I really can't believe this is happening."

"There's only one condition which is he must not be marked or hurt in
anyway. He must be returned just as he is now. This will be a test of you
as a boy lover."

"I certainly would not do such a thing. I care too much about boys; if
you've been watching me then you will know I have endless compassion for
them."

"That's why we trust you, so enjoy. He is all yours."

The Boy

I was standing in the Mall looking in the window of my favourite shop which
is the Gadget Shop. My parents were both working and as I'm now eleven they
have to trust me to get on with life when they're not around. When I'm in
the Mall I sometimes notice men looking at me. I feel their presence and I
know why they look at me. It's because I'm eleven and don't have helicopter
parents, guardians, whatever, constantly hovering around me in case some
naughty man decides he wants me for himself. Yes, I'm an attractive boy, I
know I have the innocence of a pure body and my face reflects that my life
is unburdened and care free. I love teasing men by smiling back at them
when they catch my eye as they admire me and my body, but so far that is
far as it has gone.

Today, I was alone as my friends were busy doing their own thing, so the
Mall was my entertainment. As much as it was for the men who admired boys,
for history would not deny that men of a certain disposition have always
had an attraction to boys. I knew too of course from lectures in school
that men were not to be trusted, to stay away from them, that they would do
bad things to us boys. Yet, boys inevitably grow up to be men, so when do
boys turn into predators? Another thought was that if I, as a boy, wanted
to do that those things that come to men naturally, like making love, even
if it was to a man then so be it.

So you may be wondering how come an eleven-year old boy is thinking such
thoughts? Well, though I know my family really cares for me and I know I am
loved by them, there was just something else I needed. I couldn't put my
mind to rest until I found it. Well, I did. Courtesy of a certain part of
the web I stumbled on. Yes, I was technologically literate enough to
circumvent the family controls on the router. Once I found examples of the
love I sought, it proved to me that, provided I made good judgements, my
desires could be met.

The Man

There was something about the boy looking in the Gadget Shop window that
drew me to him. Perhaps it was his stance, the way he dressed, or something
else, a need of love? The boy was mine until tomorrow morning, so time to
meet up, not a moment to lose. I made my way to the shop window and stood
alongside the boy, pretending to show interest in a large remote control
hovercraft that featured.

"I've never seen a remote control hovercraft on sale before," I said
deliberately thinking aloud to myself.

The boy turned toward me and looked me up and down as though to fulfil the
checks they had been taught to make by school whenever a lone man
encroached their space. Was this man safe and should I move away from him
straight away? I could see the thinking going on in his societal
brainwashed head. I was wearing black jeans, black trainers, and a blue
hooded outdoor jacket which I left unzipped, showing a green polo shirt
underneath. Nothing that would make me stand out amongst the crowd, or the
CCTV, or suspect by a boy checking me out.

Having carried out his first checks on me, the boy looked me in the eye.

"Neither have I, but there's no way I've got enough to pay for it," he
spoke wistfully with his soft boy voice.

"I could probably buy it, but after a few uses it'd get forgotten and be a
waste," I responded.

"Well that's so sad," the boy responded.

"So, I guess you're here killing time during the holidays?" I asked

"Yes, I like coming here `cause it's busy, and if I was at home I'd be
bored with nobody to talk to."

"Would you like something to eat?" I prompted.

"That'd be great, but you know us kids are not allowed to go with
strangers," he replied, "but I don't care. You look safe enough."

"Thanks for trusting me. Let's go to the food court."

Of course I knew that the boy would come with me because he had been loaned
to me until the next day. The ice was broken between us and we headed to
the food court on the top floor of the Mall. I knew which restaurant I was
going to because it was the only one where some privacy could be had
because of its seating layout. I believe its designers had done that
deliberately as a one up on the competition in order to attract people to
its chain.

I took the boy to the back corner where the seating was horse shoe
shaped. I ushered him to the left of the table then we both sat down. The
boy was happy to sit alongside me rather than opposite me.

"I'll sit next to you if that's alright," he said, "so I'm less likely to
be seen by anybody I know with a stranger."

"Well, I hope we can become friends, rather than strangers," I
responded. "I'm John and you are?"

"Kyle," the boy answered and held out his hand for a hand shake which I
accepted

"Have a look at the menu. This is on me so don't worry about the cost."

The boy chose his food and drink and I ordered it when the waiter came to
the table. I could have ordered using the restaurant's online app but
decided against it. I would also pay cash to lessen the record of our
visit, though there was no avoiding the ever present CCTV.

"So Kyle, you're obviously brave enough to go with a stranger, so that
makes you different from other boys," I said to him.

The Boy

I warmed to the man when he spoke to me as he spoke to me about the
hovercraft in the shop window. There was something about him that inclined
me to think that he was safe. That it was okay to go with him when he asked
if I would like to eat. Perhaps it was just meant to be that I was in the
Mall outside this shop at this very time today. The man was dressed okay,
nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to give me anything to put this man
off. Only time would tell if he would treat me okay and more importantly in
my mind, would he be brave enough to fulfil my fantasies.

When we reached the restaurant, the man took me to a table in the back
right corner and prompted me to slide onto the bench seat first. That did
make me think a bit as it made any need for an escape route more difficult.

The man introduced himself as John, and when I said my name I offered him a
handshake which he responded with a firm but not uncomfortable grip.

I think between us we knew that having gone this far, the potential was
there for things to go further. Would he be loving to me beyond the
restaurant, once we left for surely we wouldn't go separate ways?

When he said I was brave enough and not like other boys, to go with a
complete stranger I was chuffed. I decided from the menu my food and drink
which John ordered along with his own choice.

He then asked me how brave I was as I obviously was risking myself by going
with him. I replied that I liked to take risks as it gave me a kick,
especially going with strangers. Perhaps it was a kick back against the
constant warnings we boys got from parents and school.

It was then that he asked me, as I had taken the first risk of going with
him which indicated that there was more perhaps that I wanted to do with
him. That that was the reason why I went with him and other boys wouldn't.

I answered yes I was okay to take another risk. That I was brave.

Then I felt his hand on my right thigh. That was risk on his part because I
might just have run away on him touching me, but I didn't.

After a while he moved his hand and began to finger my jeans zip, running
his fingers and down its length. I knew then that he wanted to pull the zip
down and to make it easier for him I stretched my legs out under the
table. When the zip had reached the end of its travel I expected him to put
his hand inside the opening but he didn't. It was the proof that I needed
that this was the man I was meant to be with. He had gone so far but
resisted the temptation for a quick kill so to speak. He was starting to
fulfil my fantasies.

The Man

The boy was indicating that he was okay to go further, that by going with
me in the first place confirmed he was happy to take risks as it gave him a
kick. I decided to test the ground so to speak, by placing my left hand on
his upper right thigh. He didn't jerk or pull away. No, it was as though he
wanted it to happen. Had I hit the jackpot with this boy? Many a boy lover
goes through life never to discover a willing boy, but here was I
apparently with one.

I felt the firmness of his thigh through the stiff material of his jeans. I
decided to go to the next step and moved my hand upwards and to the left
and found his jeans fly. Thankfully the fly opening was zipped rather than
buttoned, so I ran my forefinger up and down the zip. The boy turned his
face and looked toward me and our eyes met. We sought out each other's
spirit and as we did so there was a commonality between us. A kindred man
boy desiring. The next action I took was to pull the zip down slowly, so
that if I so wished I could put my hand inside. I didn't though as I wanted
to demonstrate to the boy that I would not be treating him as a quick kill.

The waiter brought our food and drink to the table. As the boy was to the
left of me, the waiter would not be able to see that my friend's jeans were
in a state of disorder.

We enjoyed our time together getting to know each other more as we dined. I
think the boy forgot that his jean's fly was open. After paying the waiter
for the meal, we got up to leave. I had discussed with the boy where we
might go next. He readily consented to coming home with me so I suggested
that we walked separately to my car to lessen suspicion. I told him its
location in the car park and I would expect him in five minutes. Another
test; he could walk away if he so wished.

Five minutes later, we arrived back at the car having taken different
routes. The zip of his jeans was still open, and I wondered how many people
noticed but didn't dare to tell him to his face.

The journey to my property was about fifteen minutes and I knew I shouldn't
distract myself from driving but I had to look to my left to see my "catch"
and his clothing disarray.

Once inside my house, I had the boy sit down on the lounge sofa. I allowed
him to become familiar with the surroundings so that he would feel
secure. Sitting down to the right of him, I asked him if he would like a
drink but his answer was negative. Trying to see the colour of his
underwear through the open fly, I thought I detected what it was, but I
could not really believe what my brain was telling me they were. After a
short while I slipped down on to the floor in front of the boy's feet and
proceeded to unlace his grey trainers. After removing them from his feet,
reaching up his calves I pulled his white socks down and off. His toe nails
were neatly trimmed and his feet weren't sweating, so I took the liberty of
lifting his leg and putting his right big toe in my mouth. Hopefully this
was a foretaste of what was to come. I tongued the toe all round and
thoroughly enjoyed doing so as it was the first time I had a boy's foot in
my mouth. I repeated the act on his left big toe. Clearly the boy was also
enjoying the experience as I heard soft groans coming from him. I then
massaged his feet using my thumbs on his insoles and my fingers on the top
of his arches. What is it about boy's feet that makes them adorable?

The Boy

When we left the restaurant, me with my flies still open, the adrenalin
flowed as I walked back through the mall to the car park. I think one man
doubled back in his tracks to pass me a second time so he could have
another look to confirm that a boy had indeed his flies down. I met my new
friend in the car park and he took me the short distance to his home. I
knew he was taking a big risk and trusting me. Another boy with wrongful
intentions could take advantage of the situation and announce to the world
that this is where a paedophile lived, with horrendous consequences. Once
inside his nice semi-detached house he asked me if I would like a
drink. Not that I would want to think he might spike it, but better to be
safe rather than sorry. So I declined. Inviting me to sit down, I took a
seat on a very comfortable sofa, and he sat on my right. I'm sure I
detected him trying to see my underwear through my open flies, and the look
on his face when he realised what I was wearing was priceless.

After a while he got down on the floor and unlaced my grey Nike trainers
and removed them from my feet. Then followed by removing my white Nike
socks leaving my feet naked. He stored the socks neatly inside the
trainers. His next action surprised me as he lifted my right foot up and
put my right big toe in his mouth and started to lick it. I had read
somewhere that men like to suck on boy's feet so I didn't resist, but
enjoyed the sensation as he then did the same to my left big toe. He
followed up on the sucking by massaging my feet. As I relaxed I groaned
with the pleasure this new action I hadn't experienced before gave me.

"Would you like to lie down and totally relax?" the man asked.

"I'm not tired," I responded, "but if that is what you would like me to do
I will."

Laying down on my back, I felt vulnerable to the man's intentions, but then
it was me that desired the attention he was no doubt wanting to give me. It
worked both ways; give and take. He had given by allowing a boy he did not
know into his house and there was just us two. My word against his. I had
to give back, but my taking from the situation was that my needs were most
likely going to be met.

"I'm trusting you not to hurt me?" I sought out his reassurance.

He replied that would be a very stupid thing to do because then I could
name and shame him. Besides which that wasn't his nature. That he would
trust me to tell him if he did anything I didn't like whilst in his house.

The man then adjusted his position so that he knelt upright by the edge of
the sofa, right by my middle.

"So, finally I get to see what you're wearing underneath your hoodie and
jeans?" as a way of confirmation of his next actions. He proceeded to unzip
my red hoodie, revealing my blue t-shirt which was buttoned up to my
neck. Something about us boys that we like to button up our t-shirts. I
lifted up so that he could remove the hoodie from my torso. My t-shirt was
tucked into my jeans so the man could now see that I wasn't wearing a belt
to keep them up.

The Man

The boy obliged me by lying down on the sofa when I asked him to, but he
did seek my reassurance that I wouldn't do anything to harm him. That if he
was uncomfortable about anything I did, that he must tell me. He seemed
okay with that so I proceeded to carry on by unzipping his red hoodie and
removing it from him. Underneath was a buttoned up blue t-shirt which was
tucked into his unbelted jeans. Now, what I thought I had seen earlier, but
my brain couldn't comprehend, was to be confirmed. I slipped the jeans
waistband button through its corresponding hole. Pulling the opening apart,
I could only see that not only was the t-shirt tucked into the jeans, it
was also tucked inside his underwear. I then had to move to be able to tug
the tight fitting jeans down. It took some effort and I had to ask the boy
to point his feet down in order to get them off.

There he was then, left in just his blue t-shirt and his underwear or so I
thought. His pink Y-fronts with white trim that is. Yes, you read
correctly; pink Y-fronts with white waistband, white hems around the legs,
and a white Y! On the waistband were printed the words "Retro -
Boy". Seeing the astonishment on my face the wearer of such intriguing
underpants said by way of explanation, that his mother brought them for him
as she thought that they looked really cute. My goodness, there can't be
may boys who would wear such a garment, but the boy explained it was the
start of a new fashion, the retro look. Well, I would have to say that I
was all for it as it was like an affront to the previous ugly fashion of
thigh length boxer shorts.

I asked the boy to sit up again whilst I undid his shirt buttons and lifted
his top off. Here again I was in for a surprise because as it rose up his
chest it revealed a traditional white vest underneath, also tucked into his
pants. The more layers the merrier perhaps! Once the t-shirt was off I took
a moment to take in the view. The white vest and white trimmed pink briefs
made for a beautiful sight and were a reminder of what boys may have worn
in the 70's. Their owner grinned at me as he knew that I was enjoying his
attire. Looking at him in closer detail, I could see his nipples pushing up
against the vest, whilst in his pants the outline of his penis indicated
that it was lying over his scrotum to his right. From what I could tell,
the boy wasn't circumcised which was good to know. Presumably the boy
having allowed me to undress him this far, would allow me to take his vest
and underpants off too? Thus far, he had made no sign of objection as I
removed his clothes. I could only go for it and if he did object then I
would have to stop however much I wanted to continue.

I tugged the vest free of its captivity in the briefs and pulled it up his
body and removed it. Revealing a flat abdomen and a sunken belly button, I
only had one last piece of clothing to remove. Did I detect a twitch in
those wonderful pink boy briefs?

The Boy

So the man continued the process of undressing me. Oh how I wanted for so
long for this to happen to me; now it was finally happening, fulfilment of
my fantasy. What the man would make of my underwear goodness only
knows. He'd have to either freak out or absolutely love them. Now that my
hoodie was removed, to release my t-shirt he unfastened the button of my
jean's waistband. Being skinny fit, he had trouble pulling them down my
legs and he asked me to point my feet so he could remove them. Once the
jeans were off, he now looked back at my waist and the expression on his
face was priceless as he took in the view of my pink Y fronts. For some
reason, I had tucked my t-shirt in them so that he could see the white
waistband with the words "Retro - Boy" printed on it. The upside down Y and
the hems around the legs were also white.

Next he pulled off my t-shirt after undoing the top buttons. Again he was
surprised because he discovered my white vest. I was truly a retro boy as
far as underwear was concerned. He looked me up and down and told me that I
must be a boy from the seventies to wear such clothing. The vest came off
next leaving me in just my pants. I felt a stirring down below as my penis
began to awaken with the thought that it would be out in the open
soon. What happened next took me by surprise as the man moved position to
lean over my middle. He lowered his head over my crotch and began to suck
on my member through my underpants rather than take them off! It was a
weird sensation but I liked it. Starting at the head he worked his way down
the length of my now stiffening penis to its base. Not satisfied with
sucking my sex member, he started on my scrotum and testicles, pushing them
around with his tongue. I lapped up the attention as this was the first
time I had experienced this being done to me.

"Are you ready to lose these beautiful underpants?" he asked me as he
grasped their waistband

I nodded in reply. Carefully so as not to snag my erect member he lifted my
pants away from my body and brought them down my legs to my feet. Once they
were off completely he returned to my middle but this time didn't hesitate
to take my 4-inch long uncut penis into his mouth to tongue it. Oh, what a
delight! Pulling my foreskin back he found my pee slit, and pushed the tip
of his tongue into it, spreading it apart. Whilst he was molesting my
penis, he wrapped his hands around my hairless and smooth balls and
massaged them.

"Oh, I like that a lot," I moaned as I felt his tongue against the raw
flesh of the inside of my penis, "it's so weird and I like weird." The man
smiled and I guess he was delighted at the freedom I was giving him in
taking advantage of my body.

The Man

I now had the boy down to his underpants and what a picture of what a
perfect boy might look like. Now I was about to see him fully naked and if
his genitals matched the beauty of the rest of his body.  Before removing
them, I decided to suck his boy bits through the cotton of his
underpants. With the anticipation of himself being naked the boy had become
hardened. I found the head of his penis and sucked on it wetting the
material. Moving down the shaft I continued tonguing until I reached his
testicles. The boy groaned as I fulfilled what I guess what was his
fantasy. To be stripped by a man and for his never to be touched bits to be
touched. I moved position to the end of my sofa and lifted the white
waistband of the retro briefs then slid them down his legs and off his
feet.

Returning to his middle I noticed the marks on his body where the
elasticated material of the waistband had lain. I confirmed that his boy
bits were indeed as beautiful as the rest of him. No apparent hair on his
pubic area or his scrotum which was still smooth. Thankfully most boys
retained their foreskins these days as was the case in front of me. It
overhung his glans by some way. I held the penis between my forefinger and
thumb and looked at it end on. I could see the dark hole which led to the
pee slit behind it. Pulling the loose skin back, the glans was revealed and
reaching forward I wrapped my lips around the boy member. Being more
adventurous still and taking a big liberty I pushed my tongue forward in to
the opening of the urethra. It wasn't a small slit unlike some boys suffer
from. The taste wasn't of urine but of salty flesh. With the attention it
was receiving it was inevitable that the boy's nervous system sent signals
back to his brain to instruct that the blood supply to the vessels in his
sex organ be increased as it tried to stretch even further than it had done
so. Wrapping one hand around the not yet fully developed testicles I began
to gently massage them to add to the sensations the boy was enjoying. With
my other hand I started to masturbate the severely hard erection, with the
foreskin rolling backward and forward.

Starting to feel the member pulse I eased off and removed my hands from
him. Once again I moved to his feet but this time I asked him to raise his
legs and hold them by means of wrapping his arms around the back of his
knees. In doing so his anus came into view and like the rest of him it was
just perfect. It was the one part of him that was wrinkled but designed to
be that way. Another new experience was about to cause him more excitement
as I began to use my tongue to lick around the rim. (I did make sure he was
clean first of course.) There's something about a boy's moans that is very
sensual, and my goodness did he moan. Even more so as I re-started
masturbating him. It was clear he was entering orgasmic mode so I told him
to relax, lower his legs, and that proved to be as he began to powerfully
ejaculate clear cum. His hips lifted off the bed and I told him to stretch
his legs and feet to increase and lengthen his orgasm.

"How was that?" I asked.

"It was awesome and the best orgasm I've had," he responded.

"And how many have you had, may I ask?" thinking it couldn't be that many.

"I've had loads `cause I started when I was nine," he responded.

It was the second time that day that my senses appeared to deceive me, but
this time it was my ears.

"Nine? That was early," I asked.

"My dad taught me," he responded.

Not only was this boy amazingly beautiful, but he'd already had many
beautiful sensual experiences, sooner than other boys.

His chest evidenced his activity with me so I used some wet wipes I had
handy to clean him up, but not before tasting his goodness. At least my
sense of taste didn't deceive me!

The Boy

The man then started to masturbate me slowly and gently using the
forefinger and thumb of his right hand. I felt my penis trying to stretch
more than it was possible to do. It twitched with the feel of another hand
playing with it other than my own. I watched as my foreskin moved forward
and backward over the head of my penis. The man then used his left hand to
massage my testicles, which with being masturbated at the same time,
brought me to a point of ecstasy. Then he stopped. I naturally wanted him
to continue, but he moved to my feet. He'd already played with them, so
perhaps he wanted to make my ecstasy longer by sucking on them again. No,
that wasn't to be. Instead he asked me to lift up my legs and wrap my arms
around the back of my knees. Realisation hit me as my anus now revealed met
his gaze. Another hole to be played with alongside my pee slit.
Thankfully, I was clean down there as I'd showered this morning taking care
to make sure the space between my legs was clean.

With his tongue the man began to play with the opening. He asked me if I
knew the proper name for what he was doing to which I replied
no. Apparently the name is `rimming'. Around the opening he licked then
pushed the tip of his tongue into it. Oh the feeling was so great as I felt
my body being touched in a way that it had never been before. Sheer fantasy
being fulfilled! He reached round between my legs and torso and started to
masturbate me again whilst continuing to rim me as he called it. It was at
his point the man recognised that I could take no more and that the best
orgasm I ever had was about to blast me into hyper space. He told me to put
my legs back down and just in time as I ejaculated spurts of clear cum onto
my chest. I lifted my hips off the bed and stretched my legs and toes as
the orgasm took hold. I groaned loudly as I desired for the orgasm to
continue but as is the way it came to an end.

I relaxed into the sofa and closed my eyes. The man licked my chest to
clean up the clear cum then wiped me with some wet wipes. Oh, what an
awesome experience being ministered to by a man. My fantasy fulfilled as my
penis softened and lay on top of my scrotum.

The Man

I had the boy until morning. So what next? Was it fair for the boy for him
to be naked and me not? Surely we would share my bed tonight? I undressed
in front of the boy, not turning away at any stage. He watched as I removed
my clothes and revealed my own uncut male bits. My testicles were clean
shaven but I retained my pubic hair. The boy reached out to feel it out of
curiosity for what was to become his fate in not so many years' time. He
then went on to explore my six-inch long penis from tip to base with one
hand and my scrotum with his other. Oh the feeling of being felt by a boy
was a boy lovers delight. Naturally I became erect and I observed the boy
becoming erect again as he explored a male for the first time. The sight of
that slim erect phalanx was awesome. There was only one thing for it now as
the evening drew on. I bent down, slipped my arms under his knees and lower
back and lifted him up. Very carefully, I carried him up the stairs to my
bedroom and placed him on my bed. Kneeling on the floor I took some time to
delight in watching his penis twitch and to admire his smooth, tight
against his body, scrotum. I could not resist any longer and took his erect
member into my mouth and for only the second time in my life had the joy of
sucking on a boy's treasured private parts, as I deep throated him down to
and including his testicles. Moans of ecstasy came from the boy as I
brought immense pleasure to him. Whilst I continued to do this I slipped my
right hand under his right buttock and enjoyed massaging it.

The Boy

My new friend undressed in front of me unashamedly. Like mine, his penis
was uncut. Unlike me, he had a good amount of pubic hair, but his scrotum
was free of hair. He allowed me to play with it. It being the first time I
had played with a mature set of gentiles. Being played with the penis grew
to become fully erect. Mine couldn't resist doing the same again not that
it was that long ago it had been in the same state. I think the man had
noticed I was becoming tired as he put his arms under me and lifted me up
from the sofa. Carrying me upstairs to he is bedroom, he then placed me on
his bed. I knew he was taking time to admire me, or rather my body, but the
he took the whole of my penis and my ball sack in his mouth again. Once
again ecstasy hit and I started to moan intensely. Then I felt his right
hand working its way under my bottom and starting to massage my right
cheek. Working further in, a finger found my anus and began to apply a
small amount of pressure. Oh to be touched there was so amazing, and even
more so when the digit made it into my opening. The man asked me if I was
okay with what he was doing and I confirmed I was. Removing himself from my
body, he asked me to turn over to lie on my front, then to bring my knees
un underneath me. I realised that in that position my anus was fully
exposed and vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to me. Next I knew was
some sort of gel being applied to my opening. That was weird. I was going
to be penetrated; that was the reason for the gel, but I wanted it. I
wanted to know what it was like to have a man inside me. First one finger,
then two together as my virgin hole was distended by the digits. It wasn't
fingers I wanted though; it was his male member I wanted.

The Man

The boy was happy to turn over and position himself with his knees
underneath him thus exposing his anus to me. Finding some gel from my
bedside cabinet I applied some to his opening in preparation for entering
into him. However, I wasn't going to have consensual intercourse with him
without some training of his rectum. First one digit, then two, perhaps
three if he would take it. I knew from past experience that fingers weren't
the same as a proper job so to speak. Expanding the stretch of his rectum
was a necessary training. For several minutes I entered, held my fingers in
place then withdrew. I checked with the boy that he was okay and he
confirmed he was. His further response was that he was waiting for me to
put my penis inside him. That that was what he really wanted to fulfil his
desires this day. I asked him one more time, explaining that what I was
about to do was with his clear permission and he really, truly, wanted
it. Again, he confirmed.

So I advanced on him once again but with my penis and not my digits. Gently
and slowly, I pushed the head of my erection up against his hole. Applying
more pressure, I pushed until it disappeared inside him. There was a
complaint from the boy as he felt his sphincter muscle stretched but he
encouraged me to go on. I did and slowly pushed my shaft in then withdrew a
little, then repeated two or three times, until my pubic bone was up
against his bottom. I stayed there for a little while not moving to allow
him to get used to me being inside him. I felt his tight rectum squeezing
me. He said that it felt good to have me inside him as he squeezed his
internal muscles, experimenting pushing against me. Once again I reached
around him and took his erection in my right hand and began to masturbate
him. At the same time, I began to move inside him, pulling back and pushing
forward in a rhythmic movement. My senses heightened with the feelings
aroused by the movement I began to feel my orgasm rise up. I groaned and so
did the boy. More quickly now I pumped him, internally and externally. Then
it happened. I ejaculated inside him, and he ejaculated externally and did
we both cry out as our respective climax's hit us. As I slipped out of his
hole, we both laid down on the bed side by side to rest after the
excitement. Laying on our sides, me behind and the boy in front I cuddled
him, and we slept.

The Boy

The man responded to my desire and inserted his penis inside me. He was
gentle as he could be but it still hurt as he entered and pushed past my
muscle ring. Yet he was in and that was what mattered to me. It was
fantastic as he filled my insides with his presence. For a moment he laid
unmoving to allow my body to get used to his penis pushing against the
walls of my rectum. Then he started to carefully pull back then push in
again with a steady rhythm. My own penis, all four inches of erect muscle
strained as the sensual feelings increased. My friend then reached round
and took hold of me and not for the first time played with my boyhood. Oh,
how good the feeling of being simultaneously stimulated internally and
externally. I could not help myself as my sensations increased until
finally I was over the top and a most sensational orgasm burst upon
me. Inside me I felt the man's ejaculate fill me with a powerful
explosion. We both cried out together with loud groans. As our climax's
died away so did our erections and the man slipped out of me. Both of us
collapsed on his bed. Instead of getting up to clean up we cuddled
slept. It was a warm night so it didn't matter that we slept on top of the
covers.

Morning came so quickly as we were brought from our sleep by the early
daylight streaming through the bedroom window. Stirring our bodies, we
stretched. Together we showered and cleaned each over up. As our clothes
were downstairs, we nakedly made our way there. The man dressed me
remembering to tuck both my vest and T shirt into my pink underpants, then
dressed himself.

At once I found myself back outside the Gadget Shop window in the mall. It
was as though nothing had happened. It hadn't. It a was trick of my
imagination. I blamed it on the high energy drink I'd had for
breakfast. Oh, but only if it had really happened.....?

The Man

I woke, the boy by my side. We showered together then I had the privilege
of dressing him, remembering to tuck both his white vest and blue T shirt
inside his retro pink underpants. As soon as I finished dressing him, and
myself, I remembered I had to return the boy to the Mall. Then there he was
gone.

The Voice

You have accomplished the task we set you. You have not brought pain to
him, as we hear from the boy, that you did what he wanted and you did so
kindly. So, the next task we have for you, will be built upon the
foundation of the one you have just accomplished.