Date: Mon, 01 Apr 2013 22:22:01 -0400 From: My Stories <my.stories@email.com> Subject: Carry on Doctor Part 2 Carry on Doctor Part 2 my.stories@email.com Not bothered about disclaimers, but NIFTY does need your support, either pay-up or submit your writtings. --- Wednesday came around fast. I was hopeing to get some time with my new little friend, Harvey. I had spent a few masterbation sessions thinking of him. That hot little ass, sexy body... My normal routine is to get up early and off to work by 6. I dont like staying too late and my job allows me a certain freedom with time. By 4:10 I was working out on my bow-flex gym unit. As I dont get many visitors, I keep most of my excercise equipement in the dining room in lui of a table and chairs. For the most part, my diet is made up of power drinks. When I do find the urge to eat something more substantial, I will pop out to somewrhere like Sweet Tomatoes or Olive Garden. I like my food fresh and prepared by someone else. What almost sounded like a knock at the door got my atttention. With eager thoughts of my little butt boy, I bounded to the door. Twistng the nob, I flung the heave security door open. My heart skipped, a boy shaped ball rolled accross the threshhold. I stepped aside to allow him to back-flip his way in and closed the door. Although the boy was the same size as my Harvey, sadly, it was not him. To my distres, I felt low, cheated, de-sexed. My cock wilted. Silly really, there before my feet was a boy. Should it matter who, no. But for some reason, at first, it did. A hushed uncultured whisper "Hey Mister, shhhh. We're playin hide n' seek, dont tell no one, k" This new boy was a darker colored boy about 6 or 7. Not nearly as drop dead goreous as my Harvey, but hey, its a boy. You know what I mean. I warmed to the thought of having another boy in my apartment. He is a boy, within my age range and breathing. Well, did breathing matter, no, but it helped. Looking down at the boy "I can keep a secret if you can". My words had more than one meaning. His eyed stroked me, "Of course I can." He seemed purplex to hear a suggestion that there might be a doubt. Another knock at the door. This time, more meaning was enforced with each thump. "Don't tell anyone I'm here." whipsered the little guy as he ran down the hall. Once he was out of site, I opened the door. And oh my freaking god. A boy, a god, about 11 years old, sex appeal the likes I have never seen. This one even mekes my Harvey Butt Boy look second rate. I stood with the door in my hand, staring for far too long. I find the gross sexiness of this boy very hard to describe. If you have ever seen the British TV show BGT, perhaps you saw a cute, camp boy named Ronan Park. Well, this boy is just as camp, just as sexy and hotter than hell itself. And, in giving credit to such a hot boy, I will call this one Ronan. With his camp little stance, and a cuter than angel smile he looked at me, perfectly timing my more than inappropriate stare and his ability to take in his surroundings, he spoke, with one hand on his hip. "I'm it." He smiled and flung his golden hair back into place, only like a camp boy can. I Enjoyed the double meaning in 'I'm it' and seeing my smile as I found the intent, he continued "We are playing hide and seek. I think Joey came in here, can I look around?" There was no way I could say no to this adonis. Without speaking I moved aside, giving unworded permission for him to enter my apartment, my life, my inner thougts. He took me by the hand, led me into the kitchen and we started the search for Joey. I wathced his tight little butt as he bent over to search the various cupboards that could easily entertain the size of a 7 year old boy. Out hands seperated for a moment, but in my despare of not holding this sexy 11 year old boy in some way, my fingers found there way to the rim of tight jeans. My palm resting on the back of his soft t-shirt. A thin material in a tie-die fashion. It was easy to tell this boy knew about fashion and what it took to look good. He had it and was keen to flaunt it. I spied little Joey as he snook out the front door. A cute smile of knowing on his face as he mouthed a 'thank you' in my direction. Once Ronan had convinced himself that the target of his game was not in my kitchen, dining room or living space, he guided me towards the hall leading to the bedroom and bathroom. I swung the front door closed as we passed it. Ronan looked up at me, giving a cute sly look that said, 'I know why you did that, you dirty old man'. And he was right. My hour with Harvey had changed my ability to control my inhabitions and desires towards hot young boys. "I'm sure Joey came up here" Ronan had a certain look of being purplexed about him. "Where else could he be?" Ronan had searched hi and low. I raised my hands and stated, "Hes not in my pockets either." With a giggle, Ronan questioned my honesty and started searching me. My god, it was heaven. His sexy little hands all over me, and I mean all over. I was rock hard and he knew it. I almost lost it when his flat palm floated over my man cock and down past my balls. Ronan had a good feel of my goodies. I was wet and it was about to get worse in a hurry. His hands sprung back. His hair flicked to the side and his little hip twitched to an angle. "Only place we havnt looked is in my pockets." I was on my knees in a shot. His jeans were to tight on his hips to get my fingers in. "I cant get in there to see if there is anything hiding" I spoke true words. My hands made thier way around back to have a feel of his tight ass, and to check his back pockets. A pretense that fooled no one. "If they're to tight, I can change that." Ronan flipped the button at his waist and the zip made its own way down. My hands were still feeling his jean covered ass. Both hands swooned under the fabric of his jeans, feeling his underwear clad firm young butt, the jeans took a slight amount of persuation to start to lower. His package was slowly comming into sight. A smallish lump evident as it pushed the front of his designer underpants out. Something told me this boy is no vergin, definately not new to having a man under his spell. My trance was shattered. The front door was being clobbered. Do I answer it or not. Just a few more minuted with Ronan, I so want to see him naked to suck his cock... What, where... Ronan was no longer in front of me. This boy had talent. He had redressed and shot to the door in half a second. "We thought you might still be here." Someone shouted out. My gosh, there must have been 7 or 8 more kids in my apartment. One was a girl, the rest boys. How yummy, a feast of young ass and cock. I didnt even know there were so many kids in the building. "Come on, I'm it." Said another kid as the made their way out. Ronans head popped back in the doorway. "I'll come back later, when I get a chance. You still owe me a search." And he was gone. Carry on Doctor Part 2 my.stories@email.com If you have suggestions or would like a mention in the story, drop me an email. Many thanks to the support I have already recieved.