Date: Wed, 7 Mar 2018 15:36:59 +0100
From: Paul Smith <paulsmith197074@gmail.com>
Subject: The Playing Fields Chapter 5

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
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The next day, I'd had a good morning doing things around the house and was
quite knackered by the afternoon, but thought I had to do some work, as my
jobs were backing up.

I went upstairs and started on a couple of jobs.  It was going quite well,
but got quite intricate in places, so I didn't even notice when the boys
came on the Playing fields.  I eventually heard their voices and lifted my
head from the computer to watch them running around.  It was a beautiful
sight and I was entranced looking at the boys.  Most weren't that good at
rugby, but you could tell they were all enjoying themselves.  I found my
boy, and he was better than most, but still slightly awkward with the ball,
he had some inate skill, but obviously needed more coaching to make the
most of it.

I suddenly realised the boys would be finished soon, so ran down the
stairs, grabbed the two magazines I had bought, and went out to the
outhouse.  I placed them on the floor, next to the loo, making sure the
girlie one was on the top.

I moved around, went into the shed and sat down, waiting for my boy to
arrive.  It seemed like ages sitting there with nothing happening and I
finally came to the conclusion that my boy wasn't going to turn up today.
I was getting ready to stand up and leave when I heard the door creak.

I put my eye to the spy hole and yes! My boy had come in....

I watched as he pulled down his shorts and then his blue striped pants,
which bunched up at his knees.  He didn't seem to be in a hurry this time
but was somehow too quick, so I didn't see his willy before it was covered
by his hand.

He stood there for some time, obviously waiting to be able to pee.  He
eventually took his hand away and stood there with his willy hanging down.
I wasn't going to complain as I had a great view of his willy and his
hairless groin, but I wondered whether he was having a problem, or was just
standing there waiting.  It gave me a great chance to look at his willy and
balls in real time and I noticed every fold and every wrinkle on his ball
sack.

He started to pee, but was a bit late in getting his hand to direct the
flow, so his willy snaked around like a fire hose, spraying everywhere.  He
started giggling, obviously thinking how naughty it was spraying
everywhere.  He finally stopped peeing and slowly pulled his foreskin back
to shake the last drops out.  The view of his knob slowly peeking out was
priceless and I licked my lips, with the thought of putting them over his
beautiful glistening knob.  He shook his willy a bit and then slowly pushed
his foreskin back over his knob.

I was saddened, thinking the show was over, but he surprised me by pulling
his rugby shirt over his head and kicking off his shorts and pants.  He was
there standing just in his boots and knee length rugby socks and I drank in
his beauty.  I had never see his torso before, and it was beautiful.  He
didn't have an ounce of fat on him, but his muscles weren't very defined,
just a body coming out of puppydom.  He had small nipples, quite dark and I
would have loved to swirl my tongue on them.

There was a pronounced V, that led down to his treasures.  In all, it was
the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen.  He started to move his body in a
type of dance, to some music in his head.  It was so erotic that I came
without even touching myself, something that had never happened to me
before in my life.  I couldn't help myself but was panting, trying hard to
be as quiet as possible, but he obviously heard something, as he stopped
suddenly, with his head in the air, as if a deer caught in headlights.

I willed myself to stop breathing and not make a sound.  After a few
moments, he seemed satisfied that there was nothing amiss but the moment
had passed and he bent down to retrieve his clothes.  That's when he
spotted the magazines by the loo and he moved forward to have a look to see
what they were.

He bent down to retrieve the magazines and I had a wonderful view of his
bum, and because his feet were spread apart, the globes of his bum had
spread slightly and I could see just the start of the definition of his
hole.  I almost came again just from the sight.

He picked up the magazines and sat on the loo.  He flicked through the
ladies one, looking closely at the spread legs and kept on going until he
got to the centrefold.  This showed a blonde girl with her legs spread wide
open, and her hands spreading her pussy open, leaving nothing to the
imagination.

I had to suppress a laugh as he moved the magazine sideways, then upside
down, to have a better look.  He seemed entranced, but then an `Eeewww'
came from him, maybe he suddenly realised that what was his mother had and
he dropped the magazine.  I saw his face grimace.  I don't know what he was
thinking, but he must have suddenly linked that pussy to something or
somebody.

He sat there for a while shaking his head slightly, then he realised he had
another magazine in his hands.  He gingerly opened that one, and was
straightaway completely entranced.  I don't know whether he was comparing
the size of the adult cocks to his small willy, but his right hand went
down to his willy and he was slowly tugging at it whilst looking at the
pictures.

It wasn't easy for him to hold the magazine in one hand and turn the pages,
whilst his other hand was otherwise engaged, but obviously it wasn't an
option to use his other hand apart from what he was doing.

I could see his tongue licking his lips and his face was getting redder.
He got stuck on the page with a muscular man with a good sized erection.
His right hand starting moving faster and faster until suddenly he arched
his back and shivered like mad.

He let go of his willy and I watched it slowly deflate, although his
foreskin didn't move back over his knob, but scrunched up just behind his
knob.  It looked beautiful and I could see his chest still heaving as if
he'd run a marathon.  His eyes were closed and the expression on his face
was priceless.  He'd obviously really enjoyed that!

He slowly woke up from his trance and chucked the magazine on the floor by
the other one.  He tried to stand up but I could see his legs were
trembling and he was struggling to get to his feet.  Eventually he managed
to stand up and retrieved his rugby shirt, put it on, and then found his
pants and shorts and tugged them up as well.

He left, and I really hoped the camera had recorded every moment.  I
resolved to get a more hard core gay magazine for him for his next visit
and wondered what would happen then.  I would love to be able to touch him,
but on the other hand I loved his innocence and wouldn't want to spoil that
for the world, although maybe putting those magazines there wasn't exactly
preserving his innocence!

My mind wandered back to those boys the old man was sucking in the
outhouse.  I would have loved for my boy to be the first willy that I would
suck, but I realised that was unrealistic.  The thought of sucking any
young boy's willy was wildly exciting, but on the other hand, I didn't want
to get caught doing it.... I needed to find a way to do it anonymously...

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