Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2018 13:48:41 +0000 From: Paul Smith Subject: The Playing fields part 4 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 The next morning, my phone bleeped again at 7.30. I opened up the app and there was the same old guy there again, with his backpack and he spent the next 10 minutes cleaning the whole outhouse. He then proceeded to sit down on the loo, with his trousers around his ankles. I didn't have to wait long to see the door slowly opening and these two boys came in, dressed in their school uniforms. They were obviously brothers, both with longish blond hair and upturned noses. I judged the older one to be about 10, maybe 11, and he was leading the way, whereas the younger one, who must have been around 7, was far more hesitant and stopped by the doorway. The man beckoned them in and I heard him say: `Come here..' The older boy slowly walked up to him and the man unhooked the button of the boy's shorts and pulled them down. He ran his hand slowly across the bulge in the boy's pants before moving his thumbs to hook them over the top of his briefs, before slowly pulling them down. I could see the man licking his lips and I wondered whether this was the first time those boys were there. If so, how did they know to go there, in fact how did any of the boys know to go there?? The boy's willy flopped out as his pants were taken down... his face had a look of expectation but also a look of fear or trepidation on his face and he was trembling slightly. He had quite a short willy and his balls were tight against his body. I wondered whether he could retract his foreskin as the end looked very small. The man stuck his tongue out and licked the very end of the boy's willy. I could see the boy start to really tremble and he put his arms out to hold on to both sides of the outhouse as he started to tremble more violently. The guy opened his mouth, lent forward and took the willy and balls straight into his mouth. I saw the younger boy duck under his brothers arm and move forward to see what was happening. He put his face very close his brothers groin to watch closely as the man started bobbing up and down. You could see that the older boy's willy had got hard and seemed to have grown quite respectfully. It slipped out of the man's mouth, and you could see that his foreskin still covered his knob, although the end looked quite red. The man noticed the young boy by his side and moved his hand down between the boy's legs. He stroked and squeezed the bulge between the boy's legs and the boy's quickly scooted away out of reach of the man's hand. The man went back down on the older boy's willy and started slowly sucking up and down. The boy has his back arched and his face was one of pure ecstasy. His mouth was open and he was panting quickly. The younger boy couldn't help himself and scooted forward again to watch what was happening, his eyes wide, as if he could believe what was happening. Suddenly the older boy yelled and collapsed to the floor, shaking. The man took the opportunity to grab the younger boy and shoved his hand in his pants. The boy squirmed like mad and managed to get out of the man's clutches. He grabbed his brothers arm and helped him up off the floor and dragged him out of the outhouse. The man looked very disappointed as the boys ran away but kept sitting on the loo. I watched for a while more, but nothing happened. After a while, I realised it was getting near to 8.30, which was the time the man left last time, so I left the house and went around the side to the Playing fields with the thought of following the guy when he left to see where he would go. After a few minutes, I saw the guy appear from the back of my property and then stop and retrieve a red handkerchief that had been draped over a branch on the nearby tree. I surmised that must be the sign to say the outhouse was open for business... I followed the guy down a couple of streets until he stood in front of the door of a house, took out his keys and put one in the lock. Before he could turn the key, the door opened and a woman, slightly younger than he was stood there and I heard her say: `You're back! Did you enjoy your morning walk? I am sure that is what is keeping you so fit and healthy.... You're always so horny after your walk!' The man mumbled something, stepped through and closed the door. I noted the number and the street name before returning to my house. I wasn't up to doing any work and sat in my chair, thinking about the events this morning. If any of those boys said anything, the police would come to my door as they would tell them where the outhouse was and the police would discover my camera and the hole I'd drilled and I'd been in a whole heap of shit, let alone if they went through my computer files! I thought most of the boys wouldn't say anything as they went there under their own volition, but that younger boy might say something as he was obviously uncomfortable with what the man did. I didn't enjoy seeing the younger boy being grabbed and was glad he managed to squirm away. I came to the conclusion I had to stop this somehow, otherwise it could go horribly wrong. Should I demolish the outhouse? I would miss seeing my boy after rugby but it would be the safe option... after all I didn't need the outhouse... I pondered over it for quite a while and got tired, so had a siesta. I woke up quite hungry and looking in the fridge, there wasn't much there, so decided to go out for dinner. Apart from quite a few fast food places nearby, there was only one decent restaurant within walking distance, so I decided to go there. I didn't bother with a reservation, as I go there quite often and the manager would always find me a table, however busy it was. I went there and was greeted effusively by the manager and was guided to the best table. Imagine my surprise when I sat down, and looked around, to see the old man and his wife at the next table. I ordered my food and a bottle of wine and sat there, thinking what to do. I overheard the couple talking about how they were applying to foster children. The wife kept on talking about how much money they could make, and the guy said he only wanted boys. The wife agreed, saying she couldn't deal with periods and teenage pregnancies. I couldn't let that happen and when the wife excused herself to go to the loo, I stood up and sat down at their table. The guy looked up and had quite a scared look on his face. I'm quite a tall guy and well built, so can look quite scary... `You've been trespassing on my property' `Whatttt???' `You've been using my outhouse' The look on his face was priceless and he started shivering.... `I put a camera in there to see who was trespassing and I've got it all on record' The guy started sobbing and moaning `No, No...' he didn't even try to deny it. I knew his wife was going to come back from the loo quite soon, so I had to be quick. `You are never allowed in that loo again, if I see you there, I will go straight to the police. You will also never foster kids or go near them, again, if I see you doing that, I will go straight to the police and give them my recordings.' He was sobbing like mad and was nodding his head. I saw the door to the Ladies open, so I got up quickly and moved back to my table. I saw his wife go back to their table, sit down and say: `What's wrong, are you feeling ill? You're crying!' The man put his head in his hands and started really sobbing. At that moment the waitress came with their food, but the couple left the restaurant a couple of minutes later without touching their food. I wondered what the guy was going to say to his wife but realised that wasn't my problem and that he deserved what he got by trying to get into that younger boy's pants. It dawned on me that actually, I wasn't that much better, but I rationalised it, thinking I'm not harming anyone and I'm just getting a benefit for the boy using my outhouse.... Not quite right, I knew, but it made me feel a bit better. The next morning, I wondered whether I should go out to the outhouse to see who would come along, but realised I didn't have a red handkerchief, so it was unlikely any boy's would come by. I also wanted to make sure that old guy didn't come back again. I was pretty sure he wouldn't but I just wanted to make sure. I resolve to go out that morning and find a red handkerchief.. what would the boys think seeing someone else there? I guessed they would think with their other head and not care if it was someone else, in fact they might appreciate that it was a much younger guy and should certainly appreciate my cock more than that old guy's.... Hope you enjoyed this part of the story, as ever, feedback is appreciated..... Paulsmith197074@gmail.com