Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2018 03:52:19 -0500 From: Paul Smith Subject: The Playing Fields This story is fiction, written by an author over the age of 18. All names, places, descriptions, and events are purely fictional and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. This work contains intimate acts between adult males and youths over the age of 10 but if that scenario offends you, please discontinue reading any further. Nifty is a wonderful resource and needs to be funded to continue. If you enjoyed the story, or any other stories, please donate to nifty so that we can all enjoy more stories in the future.... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I'd worked hard for a number of years, and was now in the position to take it a bit easier for a change. I'd managed to save up enough to buy my first house and I found this large, pretty much derelict property, which had been owned by an elderly lady, who obviously wasn't able to keep the house up, and who by all accounts, ended up living in one room of the house for the past 10 years, before she died. There were a number of things which attracted me to the property, first and most importantly, because of its state, it was cheap and I was able to afford it, but also because it had far ranging views, and, another thing on the list of my priorities, it looked over the playing fields of the local, all boys, primary school. Going though all the hoops required to buy a house, and taking months, I finally had the keys of my own property in my hand! I'd decided that I would work on the house in the mornings, and do my paid work in the afternoon, drawing up architectural plans on the computer. I set up my office on the first floor next to a window overlooking the playing fields.... One of the reasons to do my work in the afternoon, was that was the time the boys were playing sports on the fields, and I kept the window open, even though it was quite cold, as I enjoyed hearing the young voices. I also kept a pair of binoculars handy, in case I wanted to checkout a boy more closely, especially if they were on their back with their legs open! It was fun to try and get a glimpse up the legs of their shorts.... One afternoon, there had been a couple of games of rugby going on, and I hadn't been able to do much work, as I kept glancing up to watch the boys playing and using the binoculars at judicious moments. I was saddened when the referee blew his whistle for full time and the boys trooped off to go back to school. I noticed one good looking boy detach himself from the rest and walk down towards my house. I picked up the binoculars to get a better look and close up, he looked even cuter. As he passed the end of my garden, he disappeared from view as my garden was extremely overgrown and I hadn't started to tackle that yet... Gardening wasn't my favourite pastime! I waited for him to reappear by my neighbours garden, but minutes went by and there was no sign of the boy. I kept on waiting and eventually he reappeared walking back the way he had come and I watched him until he disappeared around the corner. My curiosity was aroused (and not only that!) and I decided to venture into my garden for the first time to see what had caused the boy to go down there. The garden was extremely overgrown and it was a struggle to push through the shrubbery to get to the end of the garden. I made a mental note to myself to tackle the garden sooner rather than later.... I finally managed to get towards the end of the garden, covering myself with twigs, leaves and other bits of greenery in the process. I came across a wooden garden shed and another wooden building attached to it. I could see that there was a path that had been trodden from the edge of my property to the wooden building. Now intrigued, I opened the door and found that it was an outhouse (for those who are not familiar with the term, it was an outside toilet, which was common years ago). It had obviously been modernised, with a porcelain toilet and washbasin, and surprisingly it still had running water.... It was relatively clean and even had toilet paper, so I surmised that someone had been looking after it as the old lady would never had been able to get through the garden to get to it. The boy must have been going to the loo, but how did he know it was there?? I looked into the shed but there wasn't much there apart from cobwebs.... I saw it shared a wall with the outhouse and that gave me an idea.... Two days later, the boys were playing rugby again and I enjoyed watching them, even though it was raining pretty hard and they looked soaked and miserable. As the game ended, I wondered if the boy, or any of the boys would go and use the outhouse. As if on cue, the same boy peeled off from the other boys and headed my way. I ran down the stairs, out into the garden and into the shed, plonking myself on the chair I'd put there. I was slightly out of breath but waited to see if the boy would appear. I heard the squeak of the door and I put my eye to the hole I'd drilled though the wall the day before. The boy came into my vision and proceeded to undo the drawstring of his shorts and let them fall to the floor. Without further ado, he hooked his thumbs in his briefs and pulled them down. I was rewarded with the sight of a beautiful, alabaster, two inch, uncircumcised willy, with a longish foreskin, nestled over two well defined balls in a slightly wrinkled, darker sac. Sadly the uninterrupted sight was slightly marred by his right hand moving to hold the tube and direct it toward the toilet bowl. I could still half of his willy but his balls and hairless groin were covered by his hand. With a barely audible sigh, he started peeing into the bowl and I sat there mesmerised, hardly breathing, watching this boy pee, only inches away from me. Too soon, it was over and the boy shook his willy vigorously to dislodge the last drops. I resigned myself to the fact that the show was over, but he then moved his hand away again and I was treated to full view of his beautiful willy and balls. The hand came back and gripped his willy near the tip with two of his fingers and slowly pushed his foreskin back to reveal a small, shiny red, glistening knob. He proceeded to shake his willy again, obviously in case there were any drops left and then slowly moved his foreskin back over his knob. He must have enjoyed the sensations, as he pulled his foreskin back again, exposing his knob again. I noticed that his willy had grown a bit and he started pulling backwards and forwards a bit faster, causing his willy to rise and elongate until it was pointing up almost vertically and had grown to a respectable 3inches. He started to really speed up and I started to hear him panting. His breaths got quicker and quicker, along with his hand, until I heard him groan and saw his willy pulse and bang a few times against his tummy. He sadly disappeared from view, and I heard the sound of his pants and shorts being drawn up and the creak of the door as it was opened and he left. I had been so engrossed in the sight before me, I hadn't noticed my cock was painfully hard. I tugged it out of my pants and was soon cumming more than I had in years... God that was a show!! My only regret was that I hadn't captured the show on film, but I resolved to get a high quality, discreet, video camera, so that if it happened again, I would have memories for posterity... 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