Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2012 06:51:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Peters <david_10086@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Crosswind Grange, Part 3.

Usual disclaimer, this story involves explict scenes between adults and
youth, if you are under age, disapprove or it is illegal where you are, do
not read.  Any comments most welcome, flames ignored, will continue if
interest is shown.

The Caretaker. Part 3

Bill Snell watched Steven stumble away up the dune after they had cleaned
him up, his eyes lingering on the boy's butt inside tight pants.

`A new boy, huh?' Jim murmered, as he also hungrily watching the departing
boy.

`Yeah, new and hot for it.'

`Judging by how he reacted to being wanked off, he's a virgin too.'

`But not for long, huh?'

`No, not for long, Jim...'

`We'd better grab that cute cherry before the others discover him. Let's
have him for ourselves before he's introduced to the fun club, eh?'

`Yeah, I'll see what I can do before this weekend. See you around at the
cottage, Jim, Friday night.'

But despite the caretakers best efforts, Steven avoided him. Whenever he
passed the boy he would give him a lewd smile and Steven would blush
furiously and quickly move away. Bill liked that cute innocence. He also
like the sweet face and trim lithe body of the boy. Pretty. Almost
girl-like. A real cutie.  And he had a cute small dick and balls full of
fresh spunk waiting to be drained to go with the package, so to speak.

Bill's storage room was under the stage floor where he kept all his tools,
paints and odd and sods he thought he might need. At the back, in a dark
corner, he had built up crates and boxes into a hidden den where he could
entice a curious boy if he got the chance. He couldn't lock the door to the
main storage area but that only added to the danger and made the boys feel
easier as well. He had de-spunked many a boy there, behind those boxes. He
licked his lips, looking forward to draining this new virgin.

It was on Wednesday lunchtime his chance came. Fouteen-year old Stuie had
sidled down into the storage area to get his balls emptied. Stui had been
getting de-spunked by Bill regularly now for over a year. The kid was a
spunk machine and Bill sometimes felt he was putting on weight with all the
calories he drained from the lad.

Stuie smiled that lopsided grin at him that meant he needed to unload and
Bill moved him into the den. Bill sat on a battered old leather armchair,
his favourite sucking spot, its stuffing bursting through the seams and
pulled Stuie by the hips to his face.  Slowly he pulled the boys shirt from
his trousers and then ran a hand over the smooth chest and stomach, pausing
to tweak the little pert nipples. Stuie just stood there, waiting, his eyes
half-closed as he was felt-up and fondled.

Bill slipped a hand down the back of the boy's pants and cupped one cheek
of the boy's tight ass. His other hand briefly stroked the hidden, but
already clearly hard teen-cock beneath the material of his trousers before
moving up to unclasp the belt, then undo the buttons. Still squeezing the
boy's ass cheek, he pulled the zipper slowly down.

Bill licked his lips as he tugged the pants slowly down over the boy's
hidden treasures and down to the kid's knees. Revealed were white, boy-cock
tented boxer briefs. He let his hands roam over the boy's body from nipples
to just above his cock before he slid the briefs down over his ass. His
fingers traced the lovely contours of the bubble-butt and slid down inside
the cleft of boy-flesh to find and caress the hidden rose-bud.

That made Stuie moan, pushing his hips forward, the tent pole in his boxers
needed urgent attention. With his index finger busily probing the boy's
hole, his other hand dragged the boxers down and over the straining
boy-cock. Finally revealed, it stood proudly upright and flat against the
boy's stomach, reaching to just above his belly-button. Stuie was
remarkably big for his age, almost seven inches, still growing, and looking
particularly large especially against his small body. His cock was simply
magnificent.

Long, straight and slim, with a foreskin that covered his cock-head even
when fully erect. Bill took this lovely cock in his hand and pulled it down
towards his lips, skinning back the boy as he did so. The skin rolled up
easily behind the magnificent helmet of the swollen and purple glans. Bill
pursed his lips and pushed them over that beautiful cock-head. He heard a
sigh escape the boy and Bill looked up to see Stuie with his head back,
mouth open and eyes closed.

He sucked on that fat mushroom-head for a few long seconds, savouring the
especially tight spongy feel that only youth can give a cock, then slid
down the length to the base, lodging the boy deep in his throat. He took
hold of the boy's ample balls and gripped them hard, pulling and rolling
each spunk filled orb as he began to suck the length with increased
urgency, his finger burrowing deeper into the boy's tight ass at the same
time. So lost in the sensations of twitching boy cock on his tongue, he
didn't notice Steven enter the storage room.

Steven had been sent on an errand and, entering quietly but finding no one
around, was about to leave when he heard soft noises coming from the
corner. Noises he was beginning to understand. Slowly he crept around the
boxes until he came upon the hidden secret scene. An older boy he didn't
know had his eyes closed, his pants around his knees and his cock deep
inside the sucking mouth of the caretaker.

Steven's mouth also dropped open as he stared transfixed at the adult head
bobbing up and down on the frankly huge erection of the boy; one hand
rolling the boy's balls and the other between his butt cheeks, pulling the
boy by the hips in and out of his mouth as he sucked. Steven's cock sprang
up fully erect and without thinking he put his hand down his shorts and
started rubbing his stiff cock.

Bill meanwhile knew Stuie wouldn't last long and soon enough he felt the
boy's balls expand and tighten in his hand as the fat mushroom cock-head in
his mouth expanded and exploded creamy boy-spunk. He drank the youth's
precious nectar down as fast as the boy could squirt, draining the kid as
only he could. Stuie always tasted deliciously sweet and creamy. He removed
the boy's cock from his mouth and wanked the last few drops onto his
lips. Stuie was always quick to leave as soon as he'd spunked and this was
no exception.

While Stuie pulled his pants up and tidied himself, Steven quickly padded
out of the storage room without a sound. From around the corner, he waited
until he saw the flushed looking boy hurriedly leave. He waited a few
minutes then went back inside; his cock hadn't subsided and his heart was
racing.  He went into the storage room and the caretaker wasn't there. He
waited and in a couple of seconds Bill came out from behind his secret
den. As he saw Steven he stopped dead in his tracks, and glanced back
towards his den.

`How long you been here, boy?'

Steven found he couldn't answer. Bill knew immediately why. He took a step
and grabbed Steven by the arm and almost dragged him into his den

`You see anything here, boy?

Steven nodded.

Bill cupped Stevens crotch and found his boy-dick hard beneath the
shorts. He pulled Steven to his old leather chair and sat down facing the
boy.

`Good, then you know what we like doing here and I think you want some of
it, am I right?'

Steven gulped and nodded.

`Well, if I give you some fun, you gotta help me out the same, you
understand.

Steven wasn't sure what that meant, but again he nodded.

`Lets see what we have here then ...'

Bill slid one hand up the boy's shorts, under his briefs and fondled the
small balls and stiffly erect cocklet he found hidden there. Steve felt his
knees almost buckle as his cock was engulfed by the large adult hand
searching inside his shorts. He lent forward placing his hands on Bill's
shoulders to steady himself.

As he did so, Bill wasted no time in pulled down his shorts and pants to
reveal Steven's treasures. And what treasures! Bouncing inches before his
face, a beautifully smooth and slender boy-cock curved upwards, the pink
head just peeping from a stretched foreskin. A delicate four-inches of
pleasure muscle, beneath which hung two small eggs in a hairless and smooth
nugget sack awaited his attention.

Bill slid his lips over that inviting head and rolling the foreskin back as
he went. He lapped his tongue around the pink mushroom head making Steven
shudder. Then he engulfed the boy to the root and slowly sucked back to the
tip. He kept tight hold of Steven's hips as the boy squirmed under the
delicious attention his cock was getting.  Steven was swimming in sensation
overload. It was the first time he had been sucked! He struggled to drink
in all the incredible feelings; the hot wetness around his cock, the
rasping tongue on his sensitive cock-head, his balls being rolled by an
adult hand, the vision of Stuie being devoured as he was himself being
devoured, it all combined to send the eroticism of the moment beyond
understanding.

At that moment, Bill sucked the pulsing boy-cock to the root and then
pushed the two small balls into his mouth along with his cock. Steven
gurgled a moan as he felt as though everything was being sucked off his
body in a firestorm of sensation.  He shuddered, his cock thickened, his
hips thrust forward and, jerking wildly, Steven squirted, emptying his
balls of spunk into the suctioning mouth of the caretaker.

Bill held onto the writhing boy and drank in the pulsating boy-cock's
nectar as it flowed over his tongue. He let each small ball slip from his
mouth the better the suck the twitching cocklet dry. Steven writhed in
pleasure-agony now from over-sensitivity but was held firm as his cock was
drained.

Steven slumped to the floor when he was released. On his knees between
Bill's legs, the boy looked beautifully flushed and utterly spent to
Bill. That had been one of the best de-spunking he had enjoyed for a long
time he thought, as he tasted and swallowed the last of the boy's nectar.

He pulled Steven up and tidied the dazed boy's clothes. A pity he had no
more time with the lad. Not here anyways.

`You enjoyed that, eh? There's more like that whenever you want, you know
where I am. But I want you to do something for me too, I want you come to
my cottage this Friday night, you hear?

Steven couldn't talk, couldn't do anything but nod his head.

`Right, you find a way to sneak out at around nine and come to the cottage.
I'll be waiting ... Go on, off with you!

Steven stumbled out of the storage room, not sure what things meant, but
not sure he could resist going to the caretakers cottage on Friday to find
out.