Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2005 17:20:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Story <storychap@yahoo.com>
Subject: Barefoot slut Nick  Part 1

This story is made up -- I invented it -- it never happened. I am allowed
an imagination. If you do not like stories about men and boys having sex
then why are you here? For the rest of you, I hope that it at least
allows you to get your cock out and shoot a huge load all over your hand
(don't forget to eat it) while imagining the world is a better place
where things like the following fantasy can happen without people
interfering.

I would love to hear from you guys, your praise and your criticism. So
please write and tell me what got you hard and what you would like to
read in the next part (and what you did not like).

storychap@yahoo.com



Barefoot slut Nick Part 1 M/b

I did all the usual stuff that day. You know, the mundane like showering,
eating breakfast and working for the boss. I took the train the 30
minutes ride home early as they owed me some time and I walked the half a
mile to my home. It was a single-storey detached house, nothing special
with two bedrooms and lawn at the front, lawn at the rear, no fence at
the front it just sloped down to the sidewalk on an ordinary estate. I am
35 and when my parents died I brought it outright.

I went inside and changed into shorts and sneakers with a Tee and pulled
out the rake to pull some leaves from the tree next door from my lawn.
You know when you feel you are being watched? Well that is how I felt and
I looked up and scanned the street. There he was, just a boy, but what a
boy, something about him, something different and he was smiling as he
watched me.

He looked around 11 years old, about average height for his age, still
slim and boyish but perfectly formed. You know the kind, they swim, but
they have not been spoiled by it, no teen muscle, just right, I reckon so
anyway. He was tanned and it complimented his dark hair and eyes. He had
a wonderful nose, just turned slightly but looked right. He wore just a
pair of those three quarter length shorts boys are wearing at the moment.
He had a brown and tan bead necklace and was bare-chested. What I liked
also was the fact he was barefoot and I could see he had been all day by
the fact that his feet were dirty, but so cute. Not too big but of a
growing boy. He looked a little `rough', the kind of kid that smells of
boy, not dirty like an unwashed man, boy smell, so provocative and
appealing. He was appealing, he was the ultimate street kid and I needed
to wake up.

I looked at him and he was still smiling.

"Hey mister, how are things?" He said, returning to the smile and
showing his white teeth, they contrasted well with his tanned and a
little dirty, body.

"I am good, you live around here?" I replied, trying to hide my
interest, although my cock was edging its way upwards and it was clear it
would speak for itself if I remained here in admiration of this perfect
specimen of boyhood.

"Yep, I just moved in with my Daddy and two brothers, we live around the
corner" he replied.

He started to lift one foot up slightly and curl his toes, how I love
that when a boy does that with his socked or bare feet, he just looked so
good, I wanted to drop to my knees and worship him. I resisted of course.

"How about a cool drink"? I ventured. Come on guys, you would ask him
too, even if I can't rip off those shorts and fuck him there and then, I
could at least admire him while he drank a coke!

"Sure, love one" he replied as he walked the ten feet or so towards me,
his perfect bare soles enjoying the coolness of my lawn.

He followed me inside and I sent him into the main room while I grabbed
two cokes on the rocks. When I came in a moment or two later he had
positioned himself on the couch with his feet on the edge, legs slightly
apart, knees up and toes curling over the edge. I was kind of glad I had
a black leather couch and not a white fabric one, on the other hand, it
would not have stopped me allowing him to remain in the delightful
position he had placed himself.

We chatted for a while and I found that he was 11 years old and lived in
the next street. His name was Nick, but everyone called him Nicky and his
brothers were 5 and 13 years old. His Mom had died when the youngest
brother was one and Dad had brought them up alone. He said Dad could
`not be bothered to start again', probably Dad's words by the sound of
it. As we spoke I managed to hide my now erect 8" cock, (lucky guy eh,
hey I can't complain) by crossing my legs! He had no such inhibitions
and I noticed he had slowly opened his and pulled his soles together. He
smiled at me; I tried to put any thoughts of seduction out of my mind and
enjoyed the sight before me.

You see guys who are not into feet just don't understand the attraction.
Those of us who are love the sole, the shape and some the smell. I also
love the socked boy's foot. I love the smell of boys socks, those boy
smells are there to savour. Now I urge you to continue reading here, yes
socks and feet do feature, but understand, so does a great deal more.
Nicky explained that he hated shoes and went barefoot whenever he could,
or a pair of flip flops if he had to. For school he had sneakers, but he
avoided socks, although he said his older bro Rene had `real stinkers',
I wanted to meet him!

I went and got some more cokes and looked over to see that smile again. I
melted and my cock was rock, I needed relief, I would not last much
longer. We carried on chatting; I was enjoying the sight of my barefoot
street kid. Then I noticed a little flesh, around his fly, I had spent
some time looking there (who wouldn't) and had not noticed before, the
little slut had his fly open and he certainly had not before. He moved
his legs apart and pushed his soles together, I could clearly see and he
had no underwear on. Yes, it was pure boy cock. He smiled, I wondered
what to do, was this a little slut or an innocent boy who forgot to do up
his fly?

I decided to play it cool. He looked straight at me and opened up even
more, I looked away and when I looked back the fly was clearly open wide,
and he giggled and asked me if I was OK. I had to do something, I had to
know.

"Your fly is undone" I said with a little laugh, so as not to embarrass
him.

"Is that a problem?" He asked me still smiling.

"Well no, I was not sure if you knew" I said, probably unconvincingly.

"You seen a cock before ain't you, I can cover it up if you want, but I
reckon you like it Mister" said the little slut.

He reached in and took out a perfect boy cock. It was hard and around 4"
in length, about the thickness you would expect and cut. It was perfect.
He looked at me and smiled. His hairless crotch was a site to behold.

"I could do with some help here" he said after a few moments.

I did not need anything more and slipped off my sneakers and top and
walked over to him, my cock was almost peeking out of the top of my
cotton shorts by now and he looked straight at me. He parted his legs,
his soles apart now and hanging over the edge of the couch as he saw me
go between his legs and kneel in front of him, ready to take into my
mouth, his cock. I leaned forwards and as his cock slipped between my
lips he released his grip on it, allowing me control with my mouth. I
took it all the way down and my chin rubbed his hairless balls. I gave
him three or four oral strokes and he moaned gently, running his fingers
through my hair and gently pushing my bobbing head down towards his cock.
I looked and saw his perfect toes curl as I pleasured my barefoot street
kid.

I took his cock between two fingers and licked hit from top to bottom
before taking his smooth balls into my mouth. After two or three minutes
I kissed the head of his uncut cock and looked up at him, he was still
smiling, reassuring me that his pleasure was genuine. I undid the button
on his shorts, stood up and he lifted his butt to allow me to slide them
away. I stood back, discarding the shorts to see my perfect boy naked and
on my couch and there for my sexual pleasure. He sat up on the edge of
the seat and I knelt in front of him as he pulled my face towards his and
my tongue founds its way between his boy lips. His young tongue darted
into my mouth and we kissed passionately for what seemed like ages. I
stroked his boyhood as we kissed, not wanting to bring him to his peak,
but to maximise his pleasure.

I stood up and he undid the button on my shorts, he slowly pulled them
down and I stepped out of them. I stood before him, my hard cock only
inches from his smile; he just looked before he spoke.

"Wow mister, that is a beauty, I want you to fuck me with that, please
mister, it will be the biggest I had by miles, honest mister it will be"

I just nodded, hey come on, he is practically begging me for it. He
reached out and ran his fingers the length of my tool; he gripped it
gently but firm with both hands before bringing the head to his lips and
kissing the tip. His tongue went to work around the head and he licked
along the length to my balls, stopping a moment to suck and kiss each
one. He then started in earnest, taking at first three, then four and up
to around six inches into that perfect pleasure zone. He was an expert
boy slut. He must have plenty of practice. I knew that I had already
given him pre-cum to drink and if he did not stop soon, he would have a
full mouthful of daddy-load to drink.

I need not have worried; he sensed my approaching orgasm and pulled off.
He stopped and kissed my cock so gently as if he was giving thanks.

"That was fucking great, I love your massive dick mister" Nicky said
and as though he meant every word of it.

I just smiled at him as he looked up at me with his mile and big brown
eyes, as though I had just given him a thousand dollars to spend in a toy
shop. There is something so sexy about a boy talking dirty. I love it; it
just adds to the pleasure and makes me so hot. I was concerned that I
would shoot there and then, but resisted. He kissed my cock again and
looked up at me.

"I really want it in my cunt, mister, I can fucking take it.  I reckon
mister, honest, please fuck me my cunt will take it good, I am really
tight mister".

I leaned over and our lips met again. We kissed and I saw him look at me,
he wanted an answer and looked as though he would not be accepting one in
the negative.

"Since you asked so nicely you dirty slut, I think this cock will be
inside your cunt today, I hope you like it hard" I said.

Nicky giggled and pulled me down towards him on the couch, kissing my
chest and face and neck.

I lay on the carpet. Nick straddled me, facing towards my feet and his
perfect boycunt was an inch from my face. I shot my tongue towards his
hole and he pulled apart his butt cheeks to give me access to his
puckered hole. My tongue made full contact with his moist and opening
pussy. I licked along the opening, darting my tongue to gain entry. It
was not perfectly clean but tasted of pure boy. I delved in a little
further and the hold opened enough for my tongue to taste the inside of
perfect boycunt. There is nothing like it. A boy in your face, his
precious part opening as you use your tongue to enter his special place.
It is so hot especially knowing that your manhood will travel the same
journey in a short time hence.

Nick groaned and I helped by entering more deeply.

"That is so fucking hot mister, it feels so horny, don't stop, you are
making my cunt feel so good".

Who was I to refuse, he tasted so good. I could not resist entering with
my forefinger and feeling his pussy lips grip it tightly, I licked as I
gently pumped the finger inside right past the knuckle. He felt tight and
warm, I licked around his hole and my finger and Nick continued to
encourage my entry with his dirty talk, I could not get enough of this
slut, he would never be truly happy until my cock filled his tight cunt
and I emptied my load inside him.

I pushed a second finger inside and he started to ride my fingers, he
pushed deeper, taking so much that I knew he would take my cock later. He
was still tight and warm and I still darted my tongue inside, when from
time to time I removed my fingers.

After a few minutes he stood up and knelt beside me, kissing me full on
the lips, his mouth tasting his own cunt juices and he took my fingers to
his mouth and sucked them as though they were a cock. He smiled and stood
over me. I lay on my back and he stood with his feet near my shoulders
and placed his bare sole on my face. This urged my tongue into life and I
began to lick the length of his sole from heel to toe, they were a little
dirty, but I was so turned on by now I would have done anything to please
him. I took his toes into my mouth and he started the dirty talk again as
he smiled, looking down at me.

"Suck them mucky toes, please mister, I fucking love that, but this cunt
will need some cock soon"

After I had finished servicing his delightful feet he turned around and
bent forward giving me a perfect view of his opening cunt, he then placed
three fingers in his hole. He just slid them in and looked back smiling,
it was time to fuck this slut, and nothing was going to stop us.

I motioned towards the table where I had left the KY. Nick sat between my
legs and squeezed a little on my cock, he massaged it all over, he was so
expert, and this was certainly not his first time. I moaned gently, he
was good and he smiled again. His own member was rock hard, standing
proudly from his hairless body. I watched as he took a squeeze of KY and
massaged it into his boycunt, not missing the change to push a finger in
as far as he could.

Nick got up and sat on the edge of the sofa before leaning back, pushing
his legs up, I saw that perfect boycunt, it was begging me to enter and I
was in no mood to refuse. My hard slick cock was itching to enter him and
I stood over Nick, lifting him into position.

"Fuck me hard, I don't want it easy mister, Dad says I should take it
like a man, so don't go easy mister" said Nick, what a dirty little
bastard he is, I thought to myself.

I positioned the tip of my cock against his hole and savoured the moment.
I knew this would hurt him if he was not relaxed. I pushed forward, one
stroke and I went past the point of no return, I could see tears form in
Nick's eyes, he wanted me badly, but was not prepared for a guy my size.
I could not stop now, I knew once I was inside he would get used to it
and moved in a little more until around half of my manhood was enclosed
in his tight and wet cunt. I pushed again, Nick was resisting a little,
but he did not tell me to stop. He placed his feet on my shoulders as I
made the final push and buried my shaft inside him. I started to pump
him, slowly at first and he became used to my size. I moved a little
faster, pulling 7 of my 8 inches out and then re-entering his cunt with a
solid stroke. He was becoming used to the size of me now and I upped the
pace, a slow rhythmic movement, his pussy felt tight, gripping the sides
of my cock as I fucked him hard.

"Oh mister, it's so fucking big, I can take it. Fuck me hard, I wanna
please you, please fuck me so hard" said Nick.

The little slut had given me the ticket I needed to fuck his brains out.
I rammed my cock inside him, I felt him shudder as I increased my action
and he still felt warm and tight. I took his toes into my mouth and
enjoyed his wonderful feet as my cock pumped at Olympic standard!

I knew I would not last much longer and slowed a little, warning him of
my impending load. He just lay there, taking all the cock I gave him and
I prepared to shoot a wad inside him. I pushed deeper until my balls
slapped his butt and kept pushing him, not pumping now, just pushing. I
felt my cum move along from my balls and enter his anal passage and
travel deep inside him. I stopped and pulled out slowly looking at him, a
small line of cum dripping from his well used cunt. He sat up and began
to clean my manhood with his tongue, he took it into his mouth and made
sure that the juices were cleaned before releasing it to the air.

I had to return the compliment and knelt in front of him, I took his legs
back to the position I had fucked him and my tongue went for his boycunt.
I lapped my juices and he moaned as he lay there; it was obvious this was
his second dry orgasm and I honestly believe he deserved it.

When I finished cleaning his cunt orally, I lay with him on the sofa. A
perfect fuck -- oh yes a perfect fuck. He fell asleep in my arms.

After a couple of hours we woke up together, he stood up announcing he
needed a piss. Hold on I said..."I have another idea"

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