Date: Tue, 9 Jan 2001 19:51:26 +1030
From: stobiefaulkner@hotmail.com
Subject: Marty: My first Boyloving encounter part 1

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- Stobie

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		Marty: My first Boyloving encounter (part 1)

				 By Stobie


I guess you could have described Me as the "typical Aussie kid". No too
big, not to small. Blonde hair turning brown, well tanned. I loved My
outdoor sports, like most other kids of My generation. These day's the kids
would rather grow fat in front of the nintendo, it seems. At around 12 or
so, I knew that I was different to My peers. I seemed to have a leaning
towards younger boys, for some reason. Just the sight of a nubile, sexy boy
had me as hard as a rock in about two seconds. Especially if He was only
wearing bathers, or a tight fitting pair of jeans............Yum!!! I used
to lay awake at night dreaming abut fondling the little angels that I had
seen through the day. Then masturbate in a frenzy before drifting off to
sleep.  Then one day My whole life seemed to change for the better. In the
summer of My fifteenth year, a single mother, her son and two daughters
moved in. Teresa (the mother) and I got on quite well, especially after I
offered to mow Her lawns for half of what I would normally charge. They
were obviously not rich, but I had an ulterior motive other than being
neighbourly..................

The "ulterior motive" was Martin, He was about eight at the time, brown,
soulful eyes, slightly tanned and incredibly smooth skin and a perfectly
shaped little butt that just screamed out for Me to run My hands over it,
kneading gently...................................................  Martin
was a shy boy and it took Me awhile for Him to feel comfortable with me.
His mother seemed to enjoy the attention I was giving Her son. She told Me
that his father had been quite abusive toward Him, which is one of the
reasons why they left Him. No wonder Martin was shy around older males. His
Mum told Me she thought I was a good influence on Him, and told Me that I
should send Him home if he was any bother at all. I said that I didn't have
a problem with Martin in any way.

The following weekend I offered to take Him fishing with Me. To which
Teresa replied in the affirmative. Early on that saturday morning I had to
go on a short trip with My parents to see a sick relative. On the way back
home, the car broke down, and there was no way We could get home in time
for our fishing trip. Early the following morning I went over to make My
apologies to Marty and His Mum. Teresa understood, but said that Martin was
quite upset, and wouldn't come out of His room. Feeling about two inches
tall, I went to His door, knocked and a few seconds later He came to the
door dressed only in underpant's and a tear stained face. His little face
dropped when He saw Me, I must admit that I felt like crying Myself. If it
were at all possible I felt even smaller. So I told Him what had happened
as I sat next to Him on His bed, and apologised for letting Him down. I
finished by saying that We could still go fishing that day instead. What
happened next caught Me completely by surprise.

He leapt across into My arms, buried His face in My chest and at the same
time wrapping His arms around My torso, with His legs around My waist,
crying again. I put My arms around Him and cuddled Him gently. It hit Me
like a brick when I realised that I was falling badly for Him.  All I
wanted to do at that point was stay there forever, stroking His brown curly
hair and feeling His sweet, warm breath washing over My chest. After I had
Him calmed down a bit, he scampered off to have a wash and get changed. So
I went to the kitchen to see Teresa, hoping that she didn't see what had
happened. As it turned out, She was in the kitchen, having coffee and
reading the Daily News. I expressed My surprise that Marty was so upset, to
which She replied that His father used to let Him down all of the time, and
the asshole enjoyed doing it too!  I made a vow to Myself right there and
then. I would walk in front of a train rather that hurt that little boy,
ever.

In a surprisingly short space of time, We were riding on our pushbikes
toward the nearest salt water. I rode slightly behind Him all the way,
firstly to keep an eye out for traffic. Secondly to get an eyeful of His
tight little butt as He worked the pedals.............................  Our
fishing trip was a success. After catching a bucketload of fish, We both
pedalled home, weary but satisfied. Teresa sent Him into the shower, whilst
cooking all three of us dinner. Martin kept calling out to His Mum to wash
His hair for Him. Teresa answered that She was too busy cooking
dinner. Teresa indicated to Me that she was aware that I was an experienced
babysitter, looking after My sisters kids on a regular basis. She then
asked if I would mind washing His hair for Him and make sure that He was
washed properly. She said that it was ok, if I didn't mind, that is,
because she felt that she could trust Me. And She didn't want to ruin
dinner.

I'm sure that My heart was thumping visibly through My t - shirt, and in a
steady a voice as I could muster said that I didn't mind as I was used to
bathing My little nephews. I was quivering with excitement as I walked into
the bathroom, Teresa checking with Martin first to make sure He was ok with
it. After She had left, I stood there, drinking in His loveliness, from his
wet,plastered down hair and angelic smile, to His perfect little feet - He
was an angel sent from on high. With shaking hands I uncapped the bottle of
johnsons baby shampoo, poured out a measure onto My hand and started
massaging it gently into His hair. After rinsing out the shampoo, I leant
back to enjoy the view while He washed the rest of His body. He seemed
reluctant to do this, so I asked Him if He was ok, to which He asked Me if
I could wash the rest of Him.

 I suspected suterfuge on His behalf, as He was obviosly more than capable
of performing the deed Himself. I didn't ask questions though, I just
grabbed the soap and started washing His shoulders. After I had worked my
way down to His genitals, I stepped back a bit, toying with the idea of
getting Him to wash His boyhood. But Marty was having nothing of that, He
said "Hey, what about washing My willy?" I said nothing but stepped forward
and grasping His 2 inch uncut penis, gently drew the foreskin back and
gazed at the perfect boycock in My hand. I washed I gently, then paid
probably more attention to His silky ball sack than was necessary. He
giggled at this, and after a few seconds, his 2 inches became a rather
respectable 3 1/2 inch erection. He said "Hey, You've got a stiffy too,
Jamie". I looked down at the bulge in My shorts and felt My face becoming
suffused with My embarrasment. He asked if He could see it and I became
even more embarrassed. He then reached forward, pulled down the front of My
shorts and underwear and grabbed My now raging hardon. His eyes nearly
popped out of His head and He said "Wow, thats a big one, and It's really
hard too!" I was that close to blowing My load right about then, He nearly
got the whole load of My Spoof, right down His chest.

I laughed and managed to pull My shorts back up over My cock. Turned the
shower off and grabbed a towel and started drying His hair. He reached down
His hand and started rubbing His hand up and down My cock, giggling that
infectious little laugh He had all the while. I was frozen with the feeling
of an orgasm so intense that I was sure that I had gone blind. He giggled
again and said "You just squirted You spoof in You undies didn't You?" To
which I could only nod dumbly.  After I regained the power of speech I
asked Him how He knew about those things. His reply was that His Uncle Mark
used to do lots of thing's like that, and that He used to let His Uncle put
His willy in His bum sometimes. His Uncle had moved away about six month's
before. Marty then said "Do You wanna do that with Me? I can suck on
willies too and I like tasting spoof, please?"

Well what could I say? I said that we might do that later on, but for now,
We had better go and get some dinner. He kissed Me on the cheek, and said
"I love You Jamie". I said, with a lump in My throat "I love You too Marty,
very, very, much".


	  The end of "Marty: My first Boyloving encounter" part 1

     I hope You enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed recounting it!

		      Part two will be available soon

			      Yours Sincerely

				  Stobie