Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2018 23:18:22 +0000 From: Paul Smith Subject: The Playing Fields Part 8 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 they at we can all enjoy more stories in the future.... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank you for all your feedback, much appreciated. I do try and respond but apologies if I haven't.... I realised the boys would be playing rugby that afternoon, so I removed the slat with the hole, and replaced it with the old one. I put back the magazines in the outhouse, along with a more hard core gay magazine which showed men giving each other blowjobs and fucking each other. I couldn't wait to see what my boy would make of that magazine! Would he be interested or repulsed by what he saw? I went upstairs and was busy doing my paid work, until I heard the boys come out onto the Playing Fields. I scanned the boys and couldn't see my boy. What had happened to him? The boys started playing rugby and I was very disappointed my boy wasn't amongst them. I was still enjoying watching the boys playing rugby, their enthusiasm, their energy and their high voices were captivating. I was engrossed watching the boys, and although there were quite a few very cute boys out there, none were a patch on my boy. Where was he? I'd taken up my binoculars and was taking a better look at some of the cute boys, when I got a bit lucky. One of the fat boys had tackled a cutie, and in what seemed to be a deliberate move, hooked his fingers around his shorts and jock strap and pulled them down as they fell to the ground. The poor boy was mortified and his hands went straight down to his crotch to hide his bits, but too late from my vantage point, as I had a good 2 seconds view of his beautiful hairless crotch. He had an unusually long willy for a boy his age, it must have been 4" Long, very thin, but it looked very long for his body. In a flash, he had his jock strap and shorts back up, but obviously some of the boys had seen him as well and they were pointing and chanting something. I could see the boy's face getting very red, and he swung his arm and caught the fat boy a beauty on his jaw. The fat boy fell, pole axed, and seemed to be unconscious. The master had just arrived and pushed the cute boy away and knelt down by the crumpled figure of the fat boy. He lightly slapped him on the cheek and after a few moments, the boy started to move his head and finally managed to sit up. One of the boys who had been standing by the side of the pitch, turned up with a bucket and sponge and the master took the sponge and bathed the boy's face in water. It seemed to revive him and with the help of two other boys he managed to gingerly get to his feet. The master walked him away and gestured for the cute kid to come over to where they were. There followed quite a heated discussion between the three of them and you could see form the gestures of the cute kid that he was showing that he had his pants pulled down. There followed some more heated discussion until the boys were made to shake hands and sent over to the side of the pitch. You could tell from their body language, they were still very pissed off with each other but didn't dare to do anything with the master watching. The boys started playing rugby again and I continued watching them, marvelling at their cute bums in their shorts. I would have loved to be in the showers with them, seeing them all naked but that obviously was only a pipe dream.. The master blew his whistle and the boys jogged off to the side of the pitch. It was then I saw my boy, he had a tray of quartered oranges which he offered to the other boys. Why hadn't I seen him before? He must have just turned up. But why wasn't he playing rugby? He didn't look injured and looked as cute as he ever did. He went around all the boys, offering his oranges until there were none left. Maybe the boys had to take it in turns to do the oranges??? The master whistled for the start of the second half and the boys trooped back onto the playing field to continue their game. My boy stood on the touchline for a while, watching the other boys, then slowly made his way around the pitch and walked towards my house. Game on! I rushed down to the shed by the outhouse and sat down, waiting for my boy to arrive. My phone binged. Damm, I really need to learn to turn that off!!! I saw him come into the outhouse and he sat down on the loo without taking his shorts down. He obviously didn't need a pee, and I was rather disappointed. He turned his body and picked up the magazines. He looked at the cover of the top one and threw it back down on the floor. He got to the second, Gay one, but then realised there was another one underneath. He brought the hard core one out and flicked through the pages. He stopped at a page showing one guy giving another a BJ with his nose up to the other guy's pubes. My boy's eyes grew as round as saucers as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He started licking his lips and his right hand found its way under the waistband of his shorts and he was obviously playing with himself. His shorts were tenting up quite significantly and it was obvious he had a definite hard on. He took his hand out of his shorts to turn the page. He shook his head and slowly placed the magazine on the floor and chucked off his shorts and pants and then took his top off as well. He sat back on the loo and retrieved the magazine. It was open at the next page where the guy had just cum all over the other guys face. My boy looked astounded!! I don't think he had seen cum before and having it dripping off this guys face seemed to be too much to process for him. He'd stopped playing with himself and held the magazine with both hands, staring at the guy's face. He brought the magazine to his face and I could see him trying to sniff the page as if there would be a smell!! It was so cute... I felt a pang of remorse, thinking I had somehow corrupted him, but hey, he would find out soon enough about cum, I maybe had just accelerated the process a bit... He spent ages just looking at the guys face and wasn't playing with himself at all, although his willy was steel hard and flat against his stomach. It nearly reached to his belly button and I realised that it was actually quite a reasonable size for his age. His knob was an angry purple and I could see it beating with his heart beat. Eventually he shook himself and I could see he'd come out of his trance. He slowly turned over to the next page, as if scared of what he would see there. If he was shocked by the previous page, this one made him run through all the emotions. When his eyes focused on the page, he retched at bit and I heard him say `WHAT!!!!!' And then slightly more quietly `that's not possible...'. I was so focussed on his reactions that I hadn't even looked to see what was on the page. It was a close up shot of a bloke fucking another, in graphic detail. I could see why he was shocked, it didn't leave anything to the imagination and the black guy fucking had a massive cock, from the bit you could see that wasn't up the other guy's arse. Even I would have said it wasn't humanly possible... why hadn't I checked out the magazine first before leaving it there? My poor boy would be scarred for life! He idly flicked through the other pages, but you could see his mind was on other things and eventually he dropped the magazine and tried to pick up all his clothes but even then his mind wasn't on the job in hand and he was fumbling with his clothes and took a very long time to get dressed. Eventually he managed it, although he had his shirt on inside out and he staggered out of the outhouse. I switched to the outside camera, and there he was moving away, but staggering as if he was drunk. His brain obviously wasn't even up to being able to put on foot in front of the other. I was mortified... What had I done? I didn't know how to make it better. If I could, I would have taken it all back, but it was too late.... Hope you enjoyed this instalment, as ever, feedback is appreciated..... Paulsmith197074@gmail.com