Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2024 05:44:34 +0000
From: false_knock@proton.me
Subject: Soccer Boy

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I was watching my boy, Kieran, playing soccer on the sand field with all
his energy. He was fully enjoying the sunny weather, his friends, his
practice. He was laughing with all his glory.

He was wearing light green jersey with number 9 behind his back, that was
his age also, and a short with a really short leggings but he wasn't
alone, everyone in the field was wearing the same type of jerseys but
goalkeepers. Color of the jerseys for the rival team was different too,
dark blue, but both teams' shorts color was white, plain white. No logo,
no sidebar, nothing. But it was still ok.

They were falling down, they were wrestling sometimes, the referee was
separating the players after 10 seconds of wrestling. The shorts were
getting a bit dusty, hairs were getting a bit sandy, not only the status,
the color also.

I was taking photos, videos, trying to capture some memories for my boy
to be able to have from his childhood in the future, for us to watch
together in some of our birthdays, or so.

Then I heard the half time whistle from the referee, which meant the
players were about to move the side of the field next to their coaches.
For these matches, it wasn't about scoring, keeping or tackling, it was
all about being there out in the field. I was so proud of my boy,
watching him growing to be a wonderful handsome boy of mine.

Then I heard the next whistle which was meaning the second half of the
game was about to begin. All players took their spots for the next
whistle, to began the second half. I was getting ready for it but then I
heard a voice from my left shoulder, a man was telling me hi all of a
sudden. I was startled but I was a friendly guy all the time so I replied
him back. He asked if the number 9 was my boy. It was a weird question to
hear from a random man around a field where children were playing.

I turned back and said "Excuse me?" He just replied back to keep it down.
I don't know how he was bold this way, I just waited for his next step. I
was alarmed now, I was surrounded by many parents, if I'd say something,
this guy was over, I thought he knew that but I kept it down as he said.
"He is, isn't he?" I just nodded his question, not for responding his
question, I wanted this to continue.

"How are you able to get rid of all the sand from his body?" he asked. I
couldn't understand the question, the purpose of it but I was game, I
just started to record the conversation, not in an open way but I let him
see that I was recording, he just winked back at me.

"Can you please ask the question again?" I asked.

With all his calm voice, he asked again "How are you able to get rid of
all the sand from his body?"

"What do you mean by this question?" I asked him back. I was trying to
understand his intent.

"Look at him, he's just rolling over the sand. His jersey was light green
but now it is getting darker. The shorts are not plain white any more.
And what about those shorts? Don't you see his underwear everytime he
falls down? I bet the color is grey, right? That's how I see while he's
running."

I turned myself to the guy and looked in the eyes of him. He was a good
looking man, not like a regular pedo in that matter. Nothing dirty,
nothing like a weirdo. He seems to be earning well money by looking his
clothes and shoes. I was still alerted so I kept my mobile closer to his
mouth and asked him to continue and that he did.

"I mean look at his shorts area and the sands over his legs. After
getting all sweaty all over his body, the sand is sticking his body. How
are you cleaning the sand off him in the bath?"

I just gulped, the man was getting into my head, I shook my head and
tried to make the conversation as regular as possible.

"My wife takes care of the bathing him after I take him home. So do you
have other questions? And what is your name by the way?"

"Don't you ever wonder how it feels to touch him? That smooth body of
his? Try to scratch the sand off his legs? Off his rounded bottom? What
do you think about the sand sticked to his crack? Don't you think that he
will enjoy your touch? I bet he gets stiffed, right?"

He got into my head, I was breathing heavily, thinking about the images
that he was trying to draw in my head. I asked "Just tell me your name."
with my breaking voice.

He replied to me "It is Cole. But do not try to get personal information
from me man, you cannot use that recording anymore. Why? Because your
voice is cracked, that means you are already aroused." What he did next
was just made me jump. He touched the base of my dick and said "Look at
your dick, it is already hard. Did thinking your boy sandy make you hard?
Well, what a question that is. What else would it be? We are talking
about your hot boy here, aren't we?"

I wasn't able to breathe for almost 10 seconds. I was just thinking to
test the waters a bit. Yes, thinking about this situation made me hard,
I'm not gonna lie. I mean he was my boy, my son, touching him, scratching
the sand off him won't be an issue for me, he wouldn't be startled.

I replied to him after stopping the recording, because he was right with
everything he said, including that I could not use the recording in the
court at all. "I can bath him today I guess but what interests you here?"

"Ok, at least you are now thinking about the possibilities, that's a
start." he said while smiling to me. I was looking at him in the eye and
I had to smile one bit, then turned my head to the field again with all
my seriousness. I didn't want a pedo to read me, the thing is I wasn't
interested in my boy at all. I was just interested if my wife was able to
clean him for good or not. Because what Cole said about the sand being
all over my boy was correct. Yes I got hard because I thought about
feeling his smooth body just because of this pedo, nothing else.

I didn't look at him for good 10 minutes. I hoped the man fade away and
all this conversation would've ended. But in an ideal world, it would
end. Not in this world, I guess.

"So here's the deal. My suggestion is you to text your wife that you'll
meet a friend after soccer practice and we can head back to my place. I
live alone and close to the area. We can walk to my house, have the
cleaning in my bathroom." he said. I was just about to storm to him and
he calmed me down by "Easy man, I'm not saying anything here. You are
hard by just thinking about it. I assume you're going to get it while
washing him. How are you going to explain that to your wife? If you think
that you are inexperienced on how to do it, I can be there with you too
in the tub. For cleaning him or anything else. He's not going to be my
first."

I looked at his eyes again. I was getting disgusted by him to be honest.
He was thinking these nasty thoughts about my boy and he was mentioning
this as a regular activity like brushing his teeth or eating lunch or so.
He said my boy wasn't going to be his first. So how many did he have
before? All children? Boys? What and where was he doing these things?
Always at his house? I thought about getting more information about him
and his actions to move to the police afterwards. Yes I could not use the
recording but I could have new evidence for him to get arrested. Either
way I didn't want that. I was about to tell him to bugger off and leave
me alone but something strange happened.

My boy, Kieran fell down in the field. I couldn't even see who did and
how he fell down. I looked at him, down on the field, with his grayish
shorts on. His knees were up, his shorts were scraped down to his waist.
I was able to see his almost everything. Something happened in my mind.
Let me make you imagine easily. Apples were falling before, but once
Newton figures out the gravity, that an apple falls from a tree, things
falling down wasn't the same for him any more. So the things I saw caused
me the same feelings, not with the grvity law for sure but the things
Cole was whispering to my ear for minutes. There was my boy in front me,
fell down, probably crying, I cannot hear him, maybe sobbing? He was
laying down, with all his thighs out in the open. I cannot unsee it
anymore, my dick was getting harder and harder, like it was really
hurting me. I was just about to stand up but I couldn't because of my
hard on so I had to cover myself with my son's coat. Refree and the coach
were next to my boy and the coach just requested a substitute and sent my
boy next to me.

Because of this Cole or because of the events taking place, I don't know
which, I was leading to a path that I cannot turn back again. My boy was
running to me, he was sobbing, with all his sand over everywhere on his
body. He ran towards me and sat on my lap on my both legs. His head was
digged on my neck, he was sobbing, not crying hard but was sad because he
got substituted, I guess. His front was turned to Cole, which was sitting
next to me now. I was just trying to sooth my boy by touching his thighs
with one of my hands and the other one was on his back, holding his back,
trying to calm him down.

His sobbing stopped a bit and he took his head away from my neck and
looked on my left with questions. He was looking at Cole, I wondered why
all of a sudden and asked who he was. I turned to him and while looking
at him I saw a movement down my eyes so I looked down. I saw that Cole
was just stroking my boy's legs from his ankle to above his knees. I was
so focused on my boy because I was a father after all and I needed to
calm him down so I told him that he was Cole, one of my friends. Hmph,
one of my friends he was.. He still didn't know my name but whatever.

So I left him be and turned back to my boy Kieran. He was somehow
climbing up to heaven like he was enjoying the moment. I wonder how but
he whispered to my ear that his willie was hard too. I was about to ask
him whose else willie was hard too but he just wiggled on my lap feeling
my willie on his bottom. He was just making me crazy. Was Cole correct?
Was he enjoying the touches that he has now? Also from the new met man?

During the mean time, Cole didn't lose any seconds at all and stroking my
boy's legs and started to move above his knees through his top part of
his thighs. My boy sighed and Cole kept his hand to himself. Not that he
was afraid, he was proud that he proved a point to me. Then he told me
that "If you want to text your wife, now is the perfect time." I was like
a stone, both my body and you know, down there. I couldn't think, where
was my blood? Why couldn't I think clearly? I don't know when I took my
mobile in my hands but I found myself texting to my wife saying that I
ran into a friend and will visit him at his house. I told her that he had
a son at his age and sine he had a pool, they'll take a shower and swim
in the pool so bathing will not be a problem too. She just replied ok and
warned me to be careful while he is swimming in the pool, not to move him
away from my sight and I accepted that.

I put my mobile in my pocket and nodded Cole that everything was settled.
He just grinned and stood up, with all his hard on visible. I got alerted
because I didn't want him to be seen this way next to my boy so I stood
my boy up too and pushed him in front of Cole, so that Cole's hard on
would not be visible. After I picked up Kieran's coat from my lap and
looked up again, I was shocked at what I saw. Cole was keeping my boy
close to him, on his left leg, his huge hard on was just next to his
face, not touching though. He smiled at me but did nothing too serious,
he was still testing the waters, I was testing my waters too, I didn't
know what I was leading ourselves into.

I took Kieran by his hand and put the hand of his coat on him, then the
other one. I told Kieran that we were going go to Cole's house for the
afternoon, we were going to walk to his house for 15 minutes. With that
Kieran got a bit bored and asked me to carry him because he was too tired
to walk. I didn't want to because of the downtown parking or so. I was
about to respond to his question but the next question from Cole was a
bit surprising for me, and even for Kieran. He asked me if he can. I
asked him what. He asked me "You know, carry him, to my house?" Kieran
looked at me to see how I am going to response. I don't think he was
surprised or concerned, he was just trying to ask permission because he
didn't care I carry him, he cared that someone was carrying him. I looked
into Kieran's eyes like asking him, he just shrugged his shoulders like
he didn't care, approving my sense. So I was ok about that too. It was
not like I didn't want to carry my boy Kieran, I wanted to see how bold
Cole would be. And the thing he was bold enough. He just turned my back
to him and took him up by his armpits and by one of his hands he covered
my boy's bottom, then the other hand move next to the other one. My boy
just nervous about how to stay and I told him that it was ok for him to
hug Cole by his neck and that he did, his head was settled on Cole's
shoulder like he was about to sleep or so.

Right in an instant, Cole's hand moved under his shirt and Cole was
scrubbing the back of my boy, while looking into my eyes, with a grin
which made my dick jumped. I still didn't know where we were going but I
was game. He carried my boy to his house for 15 minutes without any
question, why would he? He was carrying my boy who he was trying to
seduce and who he was already on his hands. I didn't see any harm, like
he could not do anything outside, right? He didn't. And my boy slept
during those 15 minutes which was a good road for him too.

After we got in front of his house door, he asked me to picked the keys
from his pocket which I did. But since he fondled my boy, since he was
still fondling him, I just took his dick in my hand while trying to out
my other hand in his pocket. He just whispered to me "we have several
time for it, just open the door and let us in please" which I did and we
were heading inside.

He asked me what to do and I told him that we should bath him because we
could not put him anywhere with all the sand all over him and he obeyed.
He moved to the inside of the house, I assumed we were headed to the
bathroom. He put my boy on his feet, at least he tried because he was
still asleep. I told Cole that I could take care of the rest, I told him
to get ready. He was shocked and asked for what. I asked him exactly with
these words "Didn't you suggest to help me to clean him because I'm
inexperienced?"

To be continued?