Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2010 21:41:20 +0100
From: Pok Bepxtep <pok_bepxtep@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Backdoor shenanigans

One sunny afternoon I was sitting in my backyard working on some cd cover
designs when suddenly two small hands turned the world jet black.

"Guess who!" a young but very familiar voice said from behind me.

The first shock of surprise survived, I shrugged and said: "I don't know...
Kermit the Frog?"

"Nooooo," the high pitched voice whined. The hands let go and their owner
appeared before me, "It's me, silly."

"Ooooh, now I recognize you. Hello, Silly."

The youngster just sighed deeply, rolling his eyes and then treated me to
that world famous smile of his. "Hey, Johnny," he answered my greeting.

Silly, who's actually called Elijah, is an nine-year old boy who lives a
few blocks down the street. I first met Elijah shortly after I moved into
the neighbourhood, together with the two next door kids, Erick and Nathan.

The threesome was playing soccer on the little field that's behind my
backyard. The stakes that hold up the fence seemingly make up for a decent
makeshift goal. Unfortunately for the kids using my fence as target, aiming
too high means the ball ends up in my backyard.

The first time this happened, the boys rang my doorbell to ask me if I
could throw the ball back over the fence. I can never say no to young boys
so I happily obliged. Of course it didn't take long before the bell rang
again. When I opened the door the second time, it was only Elijah who stood
there politely asking me to return their toy. Because I was well aware that
this would happen more often, I decided to strike a deal.

"They sent you out on your own this time, huh," I said to the boy standing
before me.

"Heh, yeah," the little blonde kid nodded, presenting me with his killer
smile for the first time.

"You can get your ball back in a bit, but if you walk through the house
with me, I'm gonna show you how you can get it back more easily," I said,
already stepping aside to invite the youngster in.

"Oh, okay," he agreed a bit curiously and then came in.

I closed the door behind him and then escorted him through the house and
into the backyard where he immediately spotted the ball. As he grabbed the
leather, I walked down the lawn towards the fence where I undid the latch
of the little gate that opens out on the field the boys were playing.

"Look," I said to the boy when he joined me, "from now on you can come in
through here when the ball flies over the fence." I opened the gate,
finding the his friends sitting on the grass waiting for their messenger to
return.

"Oh, cool, thanks," the kid said gratefully as he walked through the gate.

"You're welcome," I smiled, glad to have made the little guy happy. "I'll
leave the gate unlatched while I'm home. If you find it shut, it means I'm
probably not here, but you can always come and ring the bell to make sure.

"Yep, okay," he nodded while the others joined us to find out what was
going on.

The threesome thanked me again and went off to carry on with their games.
It was the first interaction between me and Elijah. Over the time, they
grew used to their freedom to come in whenever they needed to retrieve
their ball (or whatever they threw over the fence) and we got to know each
other pretty well.

Nathan and Erick were good kids, overall. They were the sons of my next
door neighbour, aged eleven and ten.  The youngest of the two, Nathan, was
a splitting image of his brother, both the same deep dark eyes and spikey
brown hair. But I didn't pay as much attention to them as I did to Elijah,
for various reasons.

Where Nathan and Erick looked pretty cute, Elijah was drop dead gorgeous.
He had lovely blue eyes that seemed to sparkle whenever he made eye
contact. He had half long golden blond hair that danced up and down with
every gracious step he made. And of course, his killer smile that could
brighten up your day every time. Elijah actually seemed to be pretty aware
of the effect his smiles had on me and flauntered it generously.

Elijah was the silent one of the three, often being caught up in between
the two rivalling sibblings, or sometimes even being the subject of their
arguments. I was often involved in their games, so I got to observe Elijah
quite a bit. I had the vague impression he was actually pretty happy to
have me there, especially when the two brothers were having their daily
discussions.

After a couple of weeks, the games sometimes transferred to my backyard
where I could treat the boys to ice cream and soda and other sweets. Their
parents were already aware of them occasionally spending time with me. I
got to know Erick's and Nathan's parents pretty well during springtime,
during their famous barbecue gatherings. Elijah's mother Linda (his father
had passed away when he was three) I didn't see very often, but she was a
friendly lady in whom I could easily recognize Elijah's good looks and
quiet nature.

Usually when you saw one of the three boys, you could be pretty sure the
others were in the neighbourhood, so I was a bit surprised to see Elijah
here alone. A welcome surprise, cause I'd been silently hoping to be able
to spend some time with just the little blonde. The joyfull way he
announced his arrival today told me he didn't mind either.

"Just you and me today," I said as he sat down next to me.

Elijah nodded and said: "Yeah, Nate and Erick have gone to the sea with
their parents for the weekend."

"I see. You must be bored out of your mind, then."

"Yep... So I thought I could come and bug you some," Elijah grinned.

"Hehe...  I'm glad you did, kiddo," I smiled, reaching out to pat his
knee. "And what would you like to do today?"

"Dunno, really..."

"Well, since the others will probably be taking a dip in the sea, I thought
maybe you and I could go swim, too."

"You mean go to the pool? That'd be cool, I'll go tell my mom and get my
swim gear," Elijah said cheerfully, happy with the idea of a dive in the
pool.

"Okido. Get your bike as well so we can ride to the pool together. I'll
come pick you up at your place in ten minutes."

"Kewl!!" the kid said as he dashed off again.

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Ten minutes later I arrived at Elijah's place. He was already waiting
impatiently for me, riding his bike in circles on the driveway. His mom was
with him, holding his backpack. I said hello to her and chatted for a bit.
She thanked me for taking her boy out for a swim, telling me he could be
quite annoying when he got bored. I told her the pleasure was all mine and
that I was happy to entertain the munchkin for a while.

During the ride to the pool, which was about 5 kilometers away from where
we live, we talked about computer games and music and whatnot. Actually,
Elijah seemed more talkative when Erick and Nathan weren't around. I didn't
mind one bit and was happy to listen to whatever he had to say.

When we arrived at the pool (they have a great outdoors one with slides and
board and everything), we quickly changed into our swimgear. I made sure to
wear a speedo underneath my shorts, to make sure I would be showing how
excited I really was about spending time with Elijah. After all, I'd be
seeing quite a lot of the boy, today. I was already nuts about him, but I
was also pretty curious about what his body looked like underneath his
clothes.

And his body was flawless. He was nicely built. His frail shoulders and
chest were nicely shaped and his tout belly with a cute innie belly button
was so cute it was hard for me not to grab him and blow kisses on it. He
was wairing swim shorts that came down halfway his thighs. At first they
hung losely on his hips, but with the wetness of the water, they gave away
his perfectly shaped little butt. I can assure you I was very happy I'd put
on the speedos.

Except for a few quick races in which Elijah showed what a good swimmer he
was, we mostly spent our time going down the big tube slide and just
wrestling each other in the shallow end. I especially enjoyed all the
physical contact and by the way he was constantly giggling and laughing, I
could tell Elijah was having a lot of fun aswell.

We went on and on for almost two hours, until I could no longer keep up
with his everlasting energy. I called it quits, leaving the boy a bit
disappointed. His disappointment only lasted for a little while, until I
sat him down on my towel and offered him an ice cream. In the shade of a
big tree, we quietly ate our ice cream and let the summer warmth dry us
completely. We chitchatted for a while and then decided to go back
home. When I was about to get up, Elijah suddenly crawled towards me and
gave me a big hug, kissing me lovingly on the cheek.

"Thanks for taking me out swimming," he whispered, again flashing his smile
at me.

Taken a bit off guard, I smiled back and wrapped my arms around him to
accept his token of affection, saying: "That's okay, kiddo, I had a great
time."

"Yeah, me too," he agreed and kissed me again, right before heading to the
locker rooms where we got our stuff.

We decided not to change, since we were dry again. I just put on my shirt
because I get sunburnt easily, he rode back home in nothing but his
swimshorts and sneakers, which was actually quite sexy.

When we got back home, Elijah dropped his bike and kissed me once again
before saying goodbye. I stayed there on the sidewalk until he was safely
inside and then rode back home, feeling better than I ever had in my entire
life and hoping for this perfect day with Elijah to soon be repeated. Those
hopes would prove to become real a lot sooner than I'd expected.

Upon getting home, I immediately went upstairs for a quick shower to wash
of the scent of chlorine and to freshen up. Not five minutes after
finishing my shower, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there he was
again, my little friend, dressed in nothing but a pair of loose fitting
shorts and sandals. Believe me, summer can be a very nice time! Behind him
stood his mother, holding a small backpack. I said hello to her too and
then invited them in.

"So, Johnny," Linda said, "I here you and my little boy had a great time
this afternoon."

A bit surprised by her directness, I smiled back and said: "Yeah, it was
fun. Elijah's a great kid to hang out with."

"He feels the same about you, Johnny," she stated rather matter of
factly. "He went on and on about your time at the pool when he got back. I
haven't seen him so excited in a long time."

"That's nice to hear. I'm pretty sure we can do this again some day, with
your permission."

"Permission granted," Linda simply nodded. "Actually, I came here to ask
you for a favour."

"Go ahead."

"Well, I'm going to the movies with my sister this evening and I needed a
sitter for Elijah," she explained. "When I told Elijah about needing a
sitter, he told me to ask you, so here we are."

"I see," I nodded. I glanced at Elijah who looked at me with large begging
puppy dog eyes. "I suppose I could watch him for a couple of hours," I
said, making sure not to sound too enthousiastic to the boy's mom.

"Actually, I'd appreciate it if he could spend the night, because my sister
and I will probably not be back before 2 o'clock," Linda said.

"That's okay, I got a spare room where he can sleep," I agreed, my heart
making a few happy summersaults.

"You're sure it's okay? I don't want you to feel obligated," the woman
wanted to make sure.

"Yeah, it's fine," I said, "I'd love to have him for the night. It'll be
nice to have some company and Elijah's good company."

"Okay, then, it's settled," Linda smiled, looking relieved to having found
a sitter for her son. She then handed me the backpack and said: "His pj's
and a shirt for tomorrow are in here. You just drop him off before lunch
tomorrow, you can then stay and share lunch with us."

"Sure thing," I said, taking over the small backpack.

"Thanks, Johnny, you're a lifesaver," Linda said. "I owe you one."

"Nah, we're good. Lunch will be just fine, just don't go serving me any
Brussels sprouts."

"I won't," she laughed and then gave her son a big hug. "You be a good boy,
Elsy," she said.

"I will, mom, I promise," the boy nodded as he hugged her back. "Have fun
with aunty Mary."

"Thanks, honey," Linda smiled proudly at Elijah. "See you tomorrow, then."

Elijah and I said our goodbyes to the boy's mother and I shut the door,
escorting Elijah into the living room.

"Well, well, little one, were you already missing me that much?" I asked
him teasingly.

"Noooo... I just couldn't resist the chance to come bug you some more,"
Elijah said, sticking his tongue out.

"Ha, and who said I wouldn't be the kinda babysitter that sends kids
straight up to bed to get them out of their hair," I carried on joking
around.

"Yeah right, well, then I'll be the kinda kid that gets his babysitter a
nervous brakedown!" the kid shot back.

"Sigh...  Okay, you win," I sighed, winking at the kid. "Well, then, little
brat, what would you like to do tonight?"

Elijah didn't answer right away but silently took his backpack from me,
unzipped in and dug his little hand in. "I thought that with it being warm
still, we could go out in the backyard and play with these," he suggested,
holding up a bag of water balloons.

"Haven't been wet enough today, kiddo?" I asked, laughing at his
resourcefulness. "Okay, then, I'll fill them up. You go on ahead and
prepare yourself to a nice bombing!"

Giggling the kid kicked off his shoes and then skipped ahead of me and out
into the backyard while I started preparing the balloons, collecting them
in two equal buckets. Ten minutes later we were chasing each other, trying
to get the other one as wet as possible. I must say the kid knows how to
throw, cause I got hit with every shot he took. I didn't really dodge, but
still, he proved to be a very agile little fellow. But don't let that fool
you, I got him pretty wet aswell, and when our ammo was gone, we simply
switched to splashing the content of the buckets at each other. By the time
it started getting darker outside, both of us were soaking and exhausted.

When we called it quits, I dropped down on the grass, flat on my back,
expecting him to copy me. Instead, he decided to lie down on top of me, his
dripping wet body on mine. To me it was his way to tell me he was having a
great time, so without giving it any second thought, I wrapped my arms
around him and gently caressed his back while. He sighed deeply and relaxed
completely into my arms.

It amazed me at first to find out Elijah was such an affectionate little
boy. I didn't mind one bit, though. Feeling the light weight of his body on
top of mine was a wonderful sensation. The silky softness of his flawless,
well tanned skin only added to the almost therapeutic effect of it all. I
already knew I was pretty fond of Elijah, but his physical closeness made
me realize how much I'd grown to love him.

We barely moved a muscle for the next ten minutes, but then the call of
nature forced Elijah to end our intimate moment. "I gotta go pee," he said
as he lifted his upper body to face me.

"Sure thing, buddy," I smiled, looking up into his sparkling blue
eyes. "The bathroom's down the hall on your left."

"Okay," he nodded, and right before he got off of me, he bent down to give
me wet kiss on the cheek.

As he jogged back inside, I watched him closely, still feeling the wetness
of his kiss on my cheek. More and more I felt certain of how much the kid
meant to me. Not only his freely given affection, but also his wonderful
physical appearance were slowly becoming impossible to resist. I actually
felt ashamed when I started thinking about what he'd look like without
those blue and black shorts, but not without being very aware of my desire
to one day see him completely naked.

Shaking my head to snap back to reality, I got up from the grass, went
inside and poured us two glasses of iced tea. As I sat down in front of my
computer to look for some games for us to play, Elijah announced from down
the hall that he'd go upstairs to put his pj's on. I told him where to find
his room for the night, meanwhile launching Age of Empires. While the game
was loading, the sound of two bare feet betrayed my young guest's silent
arrival.

Turning to where I heard the light footsteps, I found Elijah already
standing next to, wearing nothing but his pyjama bottoms. Those pj bottoms
were nothing more than a flimsy pair of shorts that only reached about five
inches beneath his little butt. I thought to myself they couldn't come any
cuter than this. I smiled at Elijah, who was already paying more attention
to the game appearing on the screen.

"Wanna play?" I asked, already knowing he'd say yes.

"Sure," he nodded enthousiastically.

"Cool. Pull up a chair so we can get the show on the road," I said,
pointing him to a chair.

Elijah briefly glanced in the direction I was pointing, but then turned to
me again, looking as if I'd just said something incredibly silly. Instead
of grabbing the chair, he simple manoeuvred himself into my lap, shifting
and shuffling until he was comfortable. After having him spontaneously lie
down on top of me earlier, this didn't really surprise me. The chair thingy
was just to make it his choice to sit in my lap. I didn't need any second
invitation to wrap my arms around him and give him a welcoming hug, which
made him giggle cutely.

I started out by explaining him how the game worked. From there we worked
together making our Roman emperium grow and defeat other armies. It was fun
and very relaxing and he clearly enjoyed playing it with me. After a while
I let him do most of the clicking, cause I started paying more attention to
scrolling my hands over his lovely young body. My hands were all over his
bare torso, going up from his belly to his chest and down again, moving my
hands in slow circles and occasionally stopping to rub his little nipples
and belly button. When he would lean forward to reach the mouse better, my
hands would move over his shoulders to his back, caressing him tenderly
just the way I'd done while he was on top of me in the backyard.

When our civilization reached the Iron Ages, I decided to colonize Elijah's
legs. I put my right hand on his thigh and started rubbing it up and down
in circular motions, making sure to cover as much of the soft, smooth skin
as possible. I only went as far as where his shorts went, not daring to
venture any closer to his boy parts. At one point during a battle with the
Greek, he moved his legs apart a bit, but I wasn't sure if that was an
invitation or if he was just shifting his position.

Now and then I let him know how much I liked having him so close by kissing
his cheek, neck or shoulder. This first led to giggles and smiles, but as
the Age of Empire centuries went by, the kisses were answered by soft
purring, just like a little kitten. This told me that my affections were
being well appreciated and I was more than happy to continue.

About an hour into the game Elijah suddenly turned to me, his eyes
mirroring the images on screen. "Can I get another ice tea?" he asked
politely.

"Of course, kiddo, they're in the fridge," I nodded. "Get me one too, I'll
pause the game for you."

"Okay," he said as he slided off my lap. He took a few steps towards the
kitchen, but then returned and whispered in my ear: "It's really nice
sitting in your lap and you touching me like that." And before I could
react, he was already gone to get our drinks.

He came back only two minutes later. He handed me my glass and took a sip
of his before putting it on the desk in front of him. He didn't sit down
right away, but stood next to me until I finished my drink and unpaused the
game. While he was standing next to me, I took the opportunity to run my
right hand over the back of his leg. I started just above his knee and
slowly moved my hand up, higher and higher until I felt the hem of his
shorts.

I then decided to take my chances to see how he'd react to me going a bit
further. At a slower pace, my hand continued its voyage up, expecting to
soon hit the hem of his underwear. It never did. All the palm of my hand
found was the soft, smooth curve of Elijah's left butt cheek. Although soft
snickering was the boy's only eraction, probably both amused and surprised
to feel my hand on his bare rear end, I thought it was wise to disguise the
discovery as unintended.

"Oops, sorry," I said, removing my hand from his little butt.

"It's cool," the boy smiled, "it just felt a bit funny."

"Okay, then," I said, gently pulling the boy back onto my lap. "No undies?"

"Nope, never for the night," he said, shaking his head as he slid back to
get comfy again.

"As long as you sleep well, it's all find with me," I told him, wrapping my
arms around him. "Now what was it you said you liked about sitting here?"

"Hehe...  It kinda feels nice when you touch me all over," the boy giggled,
and even without seeing his face, I just knew his cheeks were blushing
cherry red.

"Hmmmm, I see. You mean like this?" I asked, gently roaming my hand over
his belly.

"Hmyeah," the boy hummed.

"Well, then, how about I continue doing this while you carry on with your
game. How's that sound?"

"Cool," he simply said, leaning forward to reach for the mouse to carry on
building up his empire.

I was true to form and picked up where I'd stopped, covering every inch of
his bare body. One thing made it a bit different, though. The knowledge of
his not wearing anything underneath his pj shorts and having held his
little butt for a few seconds was continuously playing in the back of my
mind. His pj bottoms had already proved to be only a very small obstacle to
take if I wanted to explore the still hidden parts of his body. For a while
my mind went back and forth between taking the final jump or playing it
safe. Elijah's cool reaction to feeling my hand on his butt finally flipped
the coin to taking my chances.

So, after moving my hand back to his legs and repeating the circular
motions on his thigh for a couple of minutes, I started expanding my
territory. First I just moved my hand a little higher, the leg of his
shorts sliding up whenever I touched it. Every time I did this I went just
a little bit higher, until I was brave enough to slip my fingers underneath
the hem of the boy's shorts.

While I was moving closer and closer to Elijah's boyparts, the boy remained
focussed on the game. Just like before he'd just spread his legs a bit
further, again leaving me to wonder if it was intentional or just for
convenience. With my free left hand I continued caressing Elijah's belly
and chest to make my getting closer to his boyparts a mere part of me
touching him the way he'd admittedly enjoyed.

After a while my hand was as high up his shorts as they would allow. I knew
my fingers were only millimeters away from the forbidden zone. I circled
his thigh a couple of times more and then moved up another inch, my
forefinger now making contact with the delicate skin of the fleshy pouch
that held his little nuggets. Or course Elijah felt it. He giggled a bit,
his body tightening at first but then relaxing again. I of course had to
make sure if me crossing the line met with his approval.

"Oy...  Didn't mean for that to happen," I lied, holding my hand still on
his thigh, but away from his privates.

"It's okay," he said, looking back at me over his shoulder with a trusting
smile on his lips. "It tickles a bit," he added.

"Is it okay for me to go on or would you rather I didn't?" I asked rather
directly. I guessed a direct question would give me a clearer answer as to
what he wanted.

"I don't mind," he said, still smiling.

"You sure?" I asked again. "Even if I'd go a little further?"

"Yep," he just nodded, looking very sure of himself.

I then smiled back at him and gently squeezed his leg, letting him know I
was more than happy to continue with what I was doing. To me, it was his
own boyish curiosity that wanted me to carry on and he clearly trusted me
to go on making him feel good the way I'd done the entire evening. After
all, only he knows best what he likes and he clearly liked the physical
contact that was developping between us. In his young innocent mind, that
physical contact included his privates and he probably wouldn't have taken
no for an answer.

"Okay then," I simply said and then kissed him tenderly in the nook of his
slender neck.

He sighed deeply when my lips touched his skin and then completely relaxed
again, turning back to the computer screen where he aptedly exitted Age of
Empires and started searching the net for some quick games. He also found
the iTunes icon, clicked it and hit the play button for some music. Clearly
the little one was quite familiar with computers. With Sigur Ros (a bit
heavy for a an nine-year old) on the background and Elijah clicking away
at some bubbleshooter game, I commenced another round of rubbing and
caressing his wonderfully soft and warm skin.

Now that Elijah had given me the go ahead to invade the last capital
vestige of his body, my hand sought more and more contact with his boyhood.
At first I limitted myself to brushing my hand past his little nuggets, but
after a while I thought the time was right to focus on Elijah's boyparts. I
moved my fingers more inward and folded them underneath his olive sized
balls, which still sat tightly in their fleshy confinement. I kneeded them
gently for a while and then enveloped the palm of my hand over the whole of
his genital area.

This was the point of no return and Elijah finally gave up on concentrating
on the games, too curious about what I would do 'down there'. He spread his
legs a bit further, this time clearly to allow me more room to manoeuvre
and then grunted deeply when the palm of my hand touched his little dicky
for the very first time. I'd already noticed he was no longer paying
attention to whatever the pc screen displayed, so I wrapped my left arm
around him and gently pulled him closer, allowing him to lean into me. He
willingly let himself sink deeper into my lap, looking down at where he
felt my hand manipulate his most private of body parts.

I continued toying with the Elijah's little balls, moving the around with
my fingers. I soon felt his little dicky react underneath the palm of my
hand. I now started rubbing my hand over his boyhood, starting below his
little ballsack and gliding all the way up over his hardening penis. With
every caress his dicky grew harder and bigger and with that, I sensed the
boy's breathing become heavier, clearly excited about everything that was
going on.

Of course in the position we were sitting in front of the pc, it was pretty
obvious Elijah would be able to feel my excitement, as well. I didn't quite
know if he was ready for that, yet. Discovering how his body reacts to
being touched like that was probably already a great deal for a boy so
young. I had no intention whatsoever to quit, but I needed a little break
for myself.

So, I leant forward a bit, kissed him on his cheek and then almost
whispered to him: "Would you get up for a second, buddy? I need a refill on
my drink."

Sighing deeply, clearly disappointed that I broke off such a wonderful
moment, he slowly got up and stood in front of the chair. I got up too and
went into the kitchen where I filled up both our glasses. In my head every
possible outcome of what was happening played before me. One side of told
me to quit what I was doing while I still could, but I quickly dismissed
that thought, because Elijah might feel rejected if I did that. Another
side of me urged me to go on and to even take it as far as possible while I
had the chance, but there was no way I could ever do that.

But stopping now was definitely not an option. I'd only be fooling myself
if I did and I'd mostly hurt the boy's feelings. He clearly enjoyed what I
was doing, even if he didn't quite know what it was. There was one thing I
would never be able to resist doing and it was the first item on my to do
list. My mind back on track, my excitement still very much present inside
my jeans shorts I went back into the living room, finding Elijah still
standing in front of the chair, clicking through the songs on iTunes.

I steered myself back into the chair and Elijah immediately followed my
lead, eager to reclaim his place in my lap. But with the boy standing there
before me, leaning on the desk until I was ready to receive him, I knew
there wouldn't be any better time to fulfill that one task that lay before
me.

I grabbed the boy by the waste and said: "Wait. Stay as you are."

Elijah looked back at me over his shoulder, seemingly a bit
frustrated. "Huh? why?" he asked.

I moved one hand underneath the hem of his shorts and started rubbing one
of his bare butt cheeks. "Well," I said, "I just wanna make sure if you're
still okay with all this."

"Yeah, I am," he said, almost offended I dared to ask.

"Really? You like what I'm doing, then, huh?"

"Yeah, it feels really great," he nodded with boyish eagerness.

"I'm glad to hear that," I smiled, still petting his soft little buns. "And
I'll be happy to go on, but there's one thing I gotta do before I do so."

"What's that?" the kid wanted to know.

I removed my hands from his butt and then grabbed his shorts with both
hands. "This!" I simply said, and started pulling his shorts down, fast
enough to make sure they were below his little butt before he could react.

"Hey!" he yelped when he realized what I was doing. "No fair!" But instead
of trying to prevent me from dropping his shorts all the way, he just gazed
back at me over his shoulder, grinning mischievously.

"Hehe, sorry," I laughed, letting gravity take care of the rest of his
shorts' decent. I slapped his butt a couple of times, saying: "I just
couldn't resist."

"You're nuts," he said, sticking his tongue out at me.

"I know, I know," I snickered. "I just wanted to make whatever we were
doing a bit more interesting."

"How do you mean?" he asked not quite having a clue of what I was talking
about.

"Well, with your shorts out of the way, you get to see what I'm doing, and
I get to see what I'm doing it with," I explained. "That is, if you still
wanna carry on with it."

"For the last time, yes, I wanna go on", he sighed impatiently.

"Well, then, get that cute little butt of yours over here," I said,
grabbing him by his hips and pulling him against me.

Giggling with anticipation, he immediately climbed back into his favourite
position, wriggling his feet out of his shorts. Looking over his shoulder
and down his nicely tanned chest and belly, I could now see for the first
time, his boyhood, sticking up straight as a missile and the two little
olive sized balls inside the fleshy pouch I'd first made contact
with. Beholding the wonderful sight before me, I couldn't feel luckier,
having the most adorably little boy completely naked in my arms, waiting
for me to share with him a sensation he was yet unaware of.

I wanted to tell Elijah right there and then how beautiful he was to me,
but I knew that at the moment, he only wanted me to play with him. So
without any further ado, my hand found its way back to the boy's delicate
boyparts. I began by letting my hand slide over his little toys, starting
just below his nuggets and going up slowly over his very stiff little
dickie until my fingertips touch the little head. I repeat this a couple of
times, with Elijah now observing my every move.

After a while I decide to focus on his little dickie and to take the naked
youngster in my lap to a yet unknown high. I take his fleshy spike between
my thumb and two fingers and gently start moving his tender skin up and
down. Moaning softly, Elijah lies back against me, his chest moving rapidly
with excitement, I let my thumb play with the sensitive little head of his
dicky, causing the boy to take deep breaths.

Ever so slowly I pick up the rhythm of my fingers on his penis. Beads of
sweat formed on his body, his belly raised and fell rapidly with his deep
breathing and his lungs pressed out deep moans that had a mixtured of
boyish excitement and wonder. It was more than clear that he was enjoying
his first encounter with the sexual being that lived deep inside him. I
pulled his sensitive faster and faster over the even more sensitive head of
his stiff dickie.

Then the little boy's body tensed up. He grabbed the armrests of the chair
in a tight grip and his little feet hooked around it's legs, readying
himself for something that was clearly happening in the depths of his
body. Pure on instinct, his hips bucked up and down in my lap, meeting the
movement of my hand on his dickie. A loud yell then escaped from his
heaving lungs, announcing his first ever dry orgasm, his dickie pulsing
violently in my hand, trying to fire off what was not yet there. His eyes
were wide open, but probably saw nothing but bright stars on my living room
ceiling. I kept jacking Elijah off until I felt the boy's sweaty butt
settle back down in my lap and his moans and screams turned into deep
breathing.

The force of his orgasm slowly subsiding, Elijah melted completely into
me. Clearly, the whole sensation had drained the boy completely, as I could
slowly see the boy surrender to a deep sleep. I caressed his sweat covered
hot body gently to help him doze off further and when I was sure not even a
canon would wake him, I carried him up to the guest room. I laid him down
and covered him up tightly. I kissed him on his forehead, which was still
flush. He hummed softly and then turned over on his side to sleep away the
night.

I decided to call it a day too and headed downstairs to shut down the pc
and clean up whatever mess Elijah and I had made. I found his pyjama
bottoms still discarded on the floor by the computer. I picked it up and
carried it up to where he was sleeping peacefully, placing on the chair
beside him so he could put them on if he wanted to. I then went to bed
myself, the whole scene going through my mind. It wasn't long before I
needed to wipe myself clean with the piece of cloth I had under my pillow.
Satisfied in every possible way, I drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming
about my special guest in the room next door.