Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2006 13:34:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nasty Man

Nasty Man

By

Storyguy22


Another work of pure fantasy, detailing sexual acts involving an adult
male, and an underage boy. If this material is unlawful, or not to the
readers taste, please disregard.


   The first time I saw the boy, I wanted to touch him. I was sitting on a
bench in the center of a fair sized city park not far from my home, a
favorite spot of mine that I visited frequently when on my usual
boy-watching missions. I watched him approach from the south entrance to
the park, slowly pedaling his bicycle along the concrete path that
meandered through the park. He was stunning, so young and fresh looking,
his peaches and cream face still very boyish appearing, and filled with the
innocence of budding youth.

    He was probably twelve, or thirteen, certainly no more, and so cute
that he was nearly pretty. Light brown hair, so soft and full that it
swirled gently off his head as the light wind from his ridding stirred it,
and it was worn slightly longer than most boys his age, as it curled around
his small ears, and framed his cherubic face. He was dressed in some loose
fitting shorts, the style with multiple pockets, and an untucked tee shirt,
and as his knees bent with the pedaling I could catch brief glimpses of the
smooth, tanned skin of his well formed legs, and thighs. He was on the
small side, maybe around five feet two or three, and I guessed his slender
frame might have gone around a hundred pounds, if that. His whole presence
seemed to say that he was probably shy, yet open, as if he would likely
respond if spoken to, but not likely to be one to initiate contact with
others.

   I watched him closely as he wheeled the bike to a stop, and placed the
front tire into the rack, then, secured it with a lock and chain that he
removed from behind the seat. The shorts were far to loose fitting to
afford any hint of the treasures that I knew they contained, but, as he
bent forward to attach the chain to the wheel, his pert little bum was
nicely displayed as the material hugged its round little contours, and I
felt my cock thicken in my own shorts as I pictured the firm little mounds
naked. The ever present boy lover inside me welled to the forefront, and I
suddenly just knew that somehow, someday, I would molest this boy, touch
his most intimate, and personal places, and provide him previously unknown
pleasures in the process.

   It was like that with me for as long as I could remember, and, while I
most often limited myself to simply watching young boys, and using their
lustful images for solitary pleasuring later in the safety of my own home,
there was also the rare occasion when I found a particular boy so very
tempting, and attractive, that I allowed myself the risk of making contact
in the hope of being successful in the actual fondling of some turgid young
boy flesh. It had been some time since the beast had been fed, and, as I
watched this particular cutie maneuver around the fringe of an ongoing game
of pickup basketball, I decided that he was, if I had my way about things,
be my next victim.

  For the next half hour or so, he sat quietly on the lawn just at the edge
of the asphalt area where the pickup game was underway, a hopeful
expression on his sweet face that belied his desire to be asked to
participate, but the invitation was not forthcoming as the active
participants seemed to pay no mind to the boy whatsoever. I saw him inhale
deeply, and release the breath as a look of resignation crossed his face,
and he stood, glanced around, then, headed off in the direction of the park
restroom building. I stood as well, and began wandering toward the restroom
building, my hopes rapidly building that I might somehow get lucky, and
catch a glimpse of what lay hidden within those baggy shorts.

   He reached the building slightly ahead of my own approach, and entered,
as I slowed slightly, trying to time my arrival to coincide with his
freeing of his boyhood for the purpose that had led him to the building. I
entered the good sized room, already knowing that the facilities consisted
of three sinks, three standup urinals not separated by modesty panels, and
three closed door stalls. As I turned the corner just inside the entrance,
I spotted my prey in front of the right hand urinal, his back to me, as he
fumbled with the fly of his shorts. I slowed, trying to time my arrival at
his side perfectly, and was rewarded for the effort when I reached the
urinal just to his left at the exact moment that he freed his sculpted
boyhood, and lightly grasped its girth, as he took aim at the porcelain
before him.

   I stepped briskly up to the fixture, my gaze going directly to his
exposed penis, as my hands went through the motions of opening my own
zip. Oh my, the view was nearly perfect, and I stifled an urge to moan as I
focused on the perfect specimen he held delicately in his fingers. The
first thing I noticed was how cleanly he was circumcised, and the flared,
and mushroom shaped head of his penis. So smooth, and pink toned, it made
my mouth water just seeing it, and the healthy stream of young piss that
gushed forth from the sweet little slit that centered the smooth head. Its
an amazing thing to watch, a tender young boy holding his pride and joy as
he pisses a strong stream, and my cock began to inflate, as I freed it from
the confines of my shorts and roughly aimed it at the fixture. He glanced
briefly up at me, a small smile just turning up the corners of his lush
mouth, and I winked at him, and said,

   "Whew....that was close....I must have had too many refills on my morning
coffee!"

   He giggled softly, averting his soft brown eyes back front and center,
as he nodded his head, and replied,

   "Yea, me too....well, not actually coffee, but I drank a lot this
morning, too."

   My eyes remained locked on his pretty penis, as he completed the task at
hand, then, stroked his fingers over the shaft a few times, wringing out
the final few drops. I rearranged my grip on my own hardening cock,
blocking his view of my erection should he be moved to look, and stifled
another urge to groan, as I pictured my own hand stroking the length of
that sweet boy penis, as I brought it to full erection, and orgasm. I
clearly saw the vision of the pretty penis ejaculating, spewing its load of
creamy young semen, as the boy slid it back into his shorts, and zipped up,
then, turned toward the row of sinks behind us. I quickly stuffed my
erection back inside my shorts, and moved to the sinks, joining the boy in
washing my hands. Our eyes met in the mirror above the sinks, and I winked
at him again, and smiled, as I told him,

   "You have a very pretty penis."

   His smooth cheeks instantly flushed scarlet, and his pretty eyes
widened, as he released a nervous little giggle, and replied,

   "You really shouldn't have looked at it, you know, that's kind of
nasty." he said, the sweet blush growing slightly deeper in tone.

   Still smiling at his reflection, I gave a small shrug of my shoulders,
and answered,

   "I suppose that's true....I probably shouldn't have looked at your penis,
but, I did, and I really do think it's a particularly nice one, even if my
thinking that makes me "nasty."

   Still slightly glowing, his cute face broke into the tiniest of smiles,
as he seemed to briefly consider my comment, then, turned, and quickly
headed to the exit. Just as he pulled the door open, he paused, and looked
back at me over his shoulder, and added,

   "Thanks, nasty-man!" and he disappeared in a peal of sweet giggles.

   I sighed, giving my still very erect cock a final adjustment, and walked
outside, just in time to see him fling one slender leg over the seat of his
bike, and pedal away in the direction from which he had initially come. I
stood watching the small mounds of his cute butt wiggle like twin cubs in a
gunny sack until I could see him no longer, and I left the park, hurrying
home to provide some much needed attention to my rampant cock, as I
conjured up startlingly real visions of the boy, and his very pretty
boyhood. He was absolutely correct, I was, indeed, a very nasty man.

   It was several days before I saw the boy again, despite my daily
sojourns to the park in hope of pursuing him, and when I finally saw him
steer his bicycle through the parks south gate, my heart gave a small leap,
and my balls rolled tighter in their sac. He again tethered his bike to the
rack, and walked over toward the basketball area, where he once more sat
down on the grass, folding his bare, smooth legs under him, as he watched
the older boy's race around the court in a game of four on four. I watched
him from my bench perch, and found myself hoping he would again venture
into the bathroom, affording me another view of his sculpted penis, no
matter how brief.

   Most of an hour passed, and I had to content myself with simply watching
him, as he ran through a gambit of position changes, and with the
stimulating views of his incredibly smooth legs, and once, his soft little
bare tummy, as he lifted the hem of his tee shirt to dab at the sweat on
his face. My cock had seriously challenged the zip of my shorts when he did
that small maneuver, as his bare tummy and chest, along with two of the
most edible dime-sized nipples I had ever seen floated into view. As he
lowered the shirt back onto place, he glanced over at me, showing the same
small smile I had seen back in the bathroom as he departed that first day,
and I suddenly realized the boy was actually playing with me, and worse,
beating me at my own game! As I chewed on that small twist of events, I was
distracted enough that it startled me, when the boy suddenly walked past
me, so close that I actually caught the fresh, totally boy, scent of him,
as I heard his still slightly high pitched, boyish voice say, barely above
a whisper,

   "Hi there, nasty-man!"

   He dropped that on me without even breaking his purposeful stride, and I
turned my head to watch his retreat, my eyes locking onto his trim little
butt that was neatly outlined in the somewhat more snug fitting shorts we
was wearing today. Damn, I thought, that is one very cute little ass, and,
that is one very sly young boy, as well. It also occurred to me to ask
myself, just who is playing whom, here? I continued to watch him, as he
angled slightly to his right, and assumed a path directly toward the park
restroom building, as he tossed a quick glance over his shoulder, looking
directly at me, as I saw the brief flash of his very white teeth as he gave
me the small grin once more. I chuckled, and scurried to my feet, rapidly
dogging his tracks, as I followed him toward the restroom.

   As I entered the men's room, the boy had just stepped up to the right
side urinal, the very same space as our previous encounter, and I quickly
moved to the one on his immediate left. As I stepped up, I looked over, and
down, and was unable to stifle a small groan, as I watched him slip the
elastic waist type shorts he was wearing down to about mid-thigh, taking
his small white briefs along with the shorts. He hooked the hem of his tee
shirt in his hands, and pushed it about halfway up his torso, baring his
soft looking tummy, and all of his stunning boyhood, to my hungry gaze. His
eyes remained dead locked on the wall in front of him, and he cocked his
slim hips slightly forward, and I relished the unfettered view of his
pretty penis, and the snug little sac of marbles that clung close below. My
own cock jetted to full erection immediately, as I savored the treasures so
openly displayed to me, and struggled to resist the very strong urge to
just reach out, and grasp that perfect specimen of young boyhood in my
fingers, and then in my mouth.

   He continued to stare straight ahead, as if oblivious to my presence,
and he uttered a soft grunt, as the dangling penis suddenly began to gush
forth a strong stream of piss into the urinal. I released another small
groan, my cock twitching in the confines of my shorts, as I stared, totally
captivated, not even feigning my own need of the urinal at which I
stood. The kid was simply stunning, no question about it, and I openly
stared at his sweet penis, and tight, hairless balls. It must have been a
good three inches in it's present soft condition, and so smooth, and
perfectly molded that it occurred to me that should Webster offer a
definition of the term "perfect boy penis," what would be found on the
dictionary page would surely be a photo of the very penis that I was now
staring at. There was just the slightest hint of the early beginnings of a
few silky pubic hairs dotting the smooth, creamy groin, and his scrotum was
completely hairless, and soft looking, a taut little pouch of slightly
crinkled, pink toned skin that plumped a bit with his grape sized balls. I
felt my mouth flood with saliva as I continued to stare in awe of his
youthful equipment, and I had to swallow several times to avoid drooling
down my chin like an old fool.

   The boy completed his task, and I watched as his somewhat delicate
fingers closed around the shaft of that delicious looking penis, and gently
stroked, and shook the remaining drops from the smooth head. He released it
then, and paused, glancing quickly up at me, and smiling, as he took in my
incredulous expression. He turned then, fully facing me for a brief few
seconds that seemed like eternity, as I watched his pretty prick bounce
slightly with his movement. I swallowed again, never taking my eyes off his
treasures, and he turned again, away from me this time, and quickly bent
over to grasp his briefs, and shorts, as my eyes went wide with the
absolute wonder that was his perfect little bubble butt, and the snug
crease that divided the twin globes so neatly. Quick as a flash, he secured
the clothing back into place, jerked on the flush handle of the urinal, and
moved over to the sinks, leaving me standing there with my chin on my
chest, and a seriously leaking hardon tenting my shorts.

   I managed some degree of recovery finally, and hurried over to the
sinks, moving in next to the boy, and once more establishing eye contact
with his reflected image. I winked at him, nodding my appreciation for his
small performance, and he once again blushed furiously, that tiny smile
tugging at his lush mouth.

   I smiled at his reflected image, and said,

   "Well....hello....we....um...meet again."

   His soft brown eyes met mine in the mirror, and he nodded, his soft hair
billowing around his head, as he blushed a bit brighter, and replied,

   "You didn't even need to go, huh, nasty-man....?"

   That comment elicited a bit of a blush on my own cheeks, and I felt the
warmth of it crawl over my face, feeling clearly busted in my intentions,
as I answered,

   "Well, maybe....when I came in here....but....I got...uh...distracted, I
guess."

   He giggled sweetly, shaking his head slowly as if in mild reproach, and
said,

   "Yea....I sorta thought that...so...do you...um...still think
it's....pretty...?" he asked shyly, the rose tint on his creamy cheeks going
deeper still.

   I chuckled, and nodded vigorously, answering truthfully,

   "Oh, absolutely...yes....totally perfect, actually...it...and
your....well....yes...all of it....just stunning, actually."

   He grabbed a paper towel from the canister, and swabbed at his slender
hands, then tossed it, and met my still somewhat astonished gaze, as he
said, smiling so sweetly I thought I might actually blow a load in my
shorts,

   "Well, that's cause you're the nasty-man, and you like looking at
mine...and so I figured maybe it would be kinda cool to let you see me
good....but still....it's pretty nasty, I think."

   I nodded, accepting his charge as accurate, and muttered a soft word of
thanks for allowing me such a rare moment of pleasure, and appealed to his
understanding of my weakness for the beauty of his youth, and he nodded
again, responding,

   "That's ok, mister nasty-man....actually....I sorta like it myself....and
it kind of gets me all sorta tingly to let you see...and....I was even sorta
thinking about that last night when I was....well....you prolly know...!" he
muttered, blushing even more furiously.

   My cock lurched strongly, as I caught his drift, and conjured up a clear
image of the boy lying in his bed naked, his perfect boy penis rock hard in
his small fist, as he stroked it, and thought of me looking at it, or maybe
even touching it. Oh God, I thought, touching him...what I wouldn't give
for that opportunity! As that lurid thought crossed my mind, the boy turned
away, and exited the restroom, and I hurried to follow him outside. He had
started back toward the basketball game when I caught up to him, and as I
moved in along side him, I said,

   "Hey, I was going to walk over to the snack vendor and get a cold drink,
if you would like to come along, I'll treat."

   He paused, looking up at me with those incredible eyes, and smiled, as
he nodded his head, and replied, simply,

   "OK, sure."

   We changed direction, and walked over to the snack shack, bought some
sodas, and sat down on a nearby bench. The boy took a long pull from his
drink, his full lips pursed provocatively around the straw as he sucked on
it. My cock, of course, reacted to his sensual action by once more
stiffening inside my shorts, and I crossed one leg over the other as I did
my best to conceal the tent it was making. The boy glanced at my swollen
crotch, and giggled, as his eyes met mine, and he said,

   "Oh wow....you got a stiffy, huh....mine does that too, like, all the
time...I don't even know why, but it just does."

   I felt my face warm as I blushed, somewhat embarrassed to be busted that
way, and also because of his boldness in matter-of-factly stating the
condition of his ongoing puberty onslaught. Trying my best to recover, I
replied,

   "In answer to the first part, yes, actually I do, and to the second
part, at your age, I'm sure that yours does get that way often, and it's
called puberty, all a part of a boy becoming a man....perfectly natural,
actually."

   He gave that a minute, as he considered my comment, then nodded
slightly, as he said,

   "Yea, that's what they told us in Health Ed....about that puberty
stuff....that us boys would be getting lots of boners, and stuff like that."

   Of all the subjects that I was interested in discussing with the boy,
his boner was right at the top of the list, so I pursued it with great
interest, asking,

   "You boys today are lucky that your school has classes that help you to
understand about changes in your body, in my day, we just had to try to
deal with the subject among ourselves, the school never touched the
subject....so, does Health Ed also explain how to deal with your
frequent...boners?"

   He giggled, blushing sweetly once more, as he nodded, and squeaked,

   "Well....sort of, I guess...he said we, like, prolly would want to touch
it....like rub it and stuff, until it went away, for a while, anyhow."

   I smiled, nodding sagely, and pressed on, asking,

   "I see...yes...well then, does, um, that seem to take care of it alright?"

   He blushed some more, averting his gaze to the grass under his feet, as
he replied, softly,

   "Yea, actually, but...well....just sometimes...lots of times,
actually...it's sorta hard to be able to....do it...like, if there's somebody
else around, like mostly there always is at my house."

  I again nodded sagely, giving him my best "I completely understand"
expression, and said,

   "Ah....yes....I remember that as a boy myself....privacy, or the lack
thereof, can be a genuine problem with a house full of family...I'm actually
pretty lucky now in that regard, because I live alone, so now days I'm free
to jerk off pretty much anytime I feel the urge."

   His eyes went wide, and his lush mouth formed into an "O" as he looked
at me, somewhat incredulous, apparently, that I would confess my
masturbation pastime so casually, and he chirped, his boyish voice cracking
high,

   "Really...wow....you do it, too...?....awesome....I didn't know that
grownups like to jack off too!"

I chuckled, and reached out to fluff his soft hair, as I replied,

   "Absolutely, I do it....all the time, actually....what...?....you think
that you would outgrow something that feels that good?"

  "For sure, it does, huh....but wow....I just sorta figured that, like, if I
ever get married, and stuff, that then there would be the other stuff, like
actual sex, I mean, and so then I wouldn't want to jack off anymore,
prolly."

   I chuckled again, and told him,

   "Well, yes....that's partly true, when you have a wife, or partner, and
you are having "actual sex" as you call it, you probably won't jack off as
much as now, but, believe me, it is something that you....all men...will do
for most all of your life, at times....like I said before, why would we ever
give up something that feels that good, and, is so easy, and fun, to do?"

   He let that process a minute, then, nodded, as a heart-stopping smile
crossed his sweet face, and he giggled his cute little noise, and replied,

   "Yea, huh...guess so...cause it is, like, the best feeling ever, for
sure...!"

   I nodded my total agreement, and fluffed his hair again, then asked,

   "Well, it does feel great, definitely, which is why it is referred to as
"self-pleasure," I suppose....but, I have to tell you, good as it feels
to....rub your pretty penis yourself....it's not nearly as good as when
someone else rubs it for you."

   That earned me another wide eyed, and "0" mouthed look, as he squeaked,

   "Wow....really...??

   I gave him a wise look, nodding, as I winked at him, and answered,

   "Yes, really...totally better that way....like maybe a hundred times
better, actually...you'll know what I mean one of these day, believe me."

   Still slightly incredulous, he grinned at me, and asked,

   "So, you mean like before....if I'm like married and stuff, then she will
do it to me, and that's gonna be, like, way better than now?"

   "Well, sure...someday when you are married, your wife will, I'm sure, rub
that pretty penis of yours for you, and even more, actually, but, you
really don't need to wait all that time...um...actually, when I was around
your age, I used to do it with some of my friends....you know...kind of
helping each other out, that way....ever tried any of that with a buddy?"

   He giggled, and gently chided me for continuing to refer to his penis as
"pretty," but too bad, I told him, it is pretty, and, like it or not, that
was what I was calling it.

   "No way!" he chirped, turning red once more, "none of my friends would
want to do that, I don't think."

   I chuckled, once again ruffling his soft hair, as I told him,

   "Well, think about it, you might just be wrong about that."

   He nodded absently, and I could almost see the wheels turning in his
head, as he mentally ticked off a listing of possible jerk buddies. The
most willing jerk buddy he could possibly find was actually sitting right
next to him, but apparently, that light had yet to come on for him.

   "There actually is another option, I mean, if you seriously wanted to
experience having your pretty penis played with by someone else.... a jerk
buddy." I suggested, moving my hand to rest lightly on his bare thigh, and
slowly stroke the creamy smooth skin.

   He glanced down at his lap, and my hand moving on his thigh, then,
rolled those doe eyes up to meet my gaze, and I almost heard the click, as
his brain registered my meaning.

   "Uh...you mean...like....you...would wanna....um...maybe....do that....with
me...?"

   I gave his smooth thigh a mild squeeze, then inched my hand slightly
higher, knowing that he was getting a reaction to the contact in his cute
little balls, and nodded seriously, answering.

   "Oh absolutely I would....totally....it would be a privilege to play with
your pretty penis, and help you find out how really special it feels to
have somebody else jack you off, and make your cums feel a hundred times
more special...only thing is, you would need to really promise never to
tell anybody, or I would be in real big trouble, because I'm so much
older."

   He mulled that a bit, and I let my hand drift to the inside of his
thigh, trailing my fingers very close to his balls, and I watched his penis
inflate, and poke at the gathered material at his lap. He shuddered
slightly, and glanced up at me, as he breathed,

   "Oh man...now I got, like, all boned up!"

   I smiled, and risked a quick pass of my hand over his bulge, pressing
down firmly on his rigid boyhood for a brief second, as I said softly,

   "Hmm...so you are....well....the offer stands, as long as I have your word
on the no-telling....your call, Buddy..."

   He glanced down again, then, looked directly at me, a kind of
deer-in-the-headlights look, and mumbled,

   "Oh jeez....I really wanna....and....no way....I'd never tell
anybody...honest...!"

   Meeting his very serious expression with one equally as serious, I
asked,

   "Your sure...?...because we can only do this if you really want to...and
you keep the secret....I don't want to feel like I talked you into it, or
forced you, or anything like that....but hey, I'd really be glad to help you
out, and let you see how great it feels, if its what you want."

   No hesitation at all now, his head bobbing rapidly up and down, as I
once more grazed my palm over his solid erection briefly just to add a tad
more fuel to the burning fire in his crotch, as he replied,

   "I do wanna....really I do....and yea, it's a secret, for
sure....honest...so can we....?....I mean, like how....where...?"

   The mounting excitement was clear in his young voice, and dipped a
fingertip under the hem of his shorts, sliding it up the inside of his
thigh until I encountered the elastic leg hole of his briefs, and he
shuddered again, as I said,

   "Well, my house is close by, and it's very private, if you wanted to go
there, we could....I could....um....well, show you exactly what I've been
telling you....still your call, totally...?"

   Another series of rapid nods, and a nervous, but clear, "I
do...yea...can we...?....like now, I mean....go and...do that...please...?"

   Without another word, I simply nodded, and stood up, extending my hand
toward him. He looked up at me, then glanced back down to this extended
crotch briefly, as I chuckled, and said,

   "Right....I can see that your pretty penis is definitely interested in
some relief, and, I'm sure we can take care it nicely....so, come on,
then..."

   He glanced around, apparently concerned about some observer spotting his
boner, then, stood, and took my hand, as we headed toward the park entrance
that was about two blocks from my house. My own cock was already drooling
wetly into my briefs as I anticipated freeing that pretty boner from its
confines, and running my hands, and mouth, all over this delicious boy, and
I vowed then and there to provide him the orgasm, or orgasms, of his young
life, or to die trying.

   Once inside the house, the boy was plainly nervous, although his boner,
if anything, was even firmer than before, signifying his state of arousal,
nervous or not. I eased him into the living room, and moved behind him,
massaging his shoulders with my fingers, and telling to relax, that
anything I did was intended to pleasure him, and if I did anything he
didn't like, he just needed to say stop, and it would be over, no questions
asked. He nodded, his slender body sagging slightly, as he released some
tension from his muscles, and nodded his understanding.

   I worked his shoulders some more, feeling him relax some, then, dropped
my hands down to catch the hem of his tee shirt, and lifted it over his
head, and off. I turned him to face me, and let my eyes drift over his bare
torso, and my cock swelled heavier in my shorts as I relished the perfect,
blemish-free skin of his chest, and flat little tummy. God, he was so
perfect, so smooth, and tanned, and not a single hair to be seen. His
nipples were small, like twin dimes of a rusty brown tone dotting the
center of a just developing chest, and his navel was a tiny cave that
centered his soft tummy perfectly. He looked up at me, a nervous little
smile on his lush mouth, and I winked at him, saying

   "Your beautiful....so smooth, and tanned....just lovely...really lovely."

   He shuddered slightly, as I lightly ran my fingers over his satin smooth
skin, grazing over his tiny nipples, and moving down to stroke his soft
tummy, as he shuddered again, and his nipples went erect. After a few
moments of lightly skimming over his chest, and stomach, I sat down on the
sofa, and moved him to stand in front of me, as I let my hands settle on
his upper thighs. I kneaded the firm flesh there a bit, then, worked my way
upward, and slid one hand over his prominent boner on the outside of his
shorts, causing him to moan softly, as I gently griped the turgid penis,
and stroked it slowly, before dropping lower to softly grope his
grape-sized balls. As I groped him, I rubbed his soft tummy with my other
hand, and he shuddered again, as I went higher, and gently pinched his tiny
nipple.

   He moaned again, and muttered,

   "Oh wow....this feels, like, awesome....big time!"

   I nodded, making no reply, and eased my fingers under the elastic of his
shorts, pulled forward to clear the erection that I knew would get hung up
if I didn't, then, drew the shorts down his hairless legs, puddling them at
his feet. It was my turn to moan now, as I feasted on the boy, now standing
before me wearing only the small white briefs that he had under the
shorts. His very erect penis poked severally at the small briefs, and I was
delighted to see a good sized wet spot at the clearly defined outline of
the head of his pretty penis. I had idly wondered if my efforts would be
rewarded with a deposit of fresh boy cream at its culmination, and now I
knew that, indeed, it would.

   The boy shuddered again, as I lightly ran my fingers over the briefs,
gently prodding his penis, and fingering his plump ball sac, and he groaned
softly, as I closed my fist over his erection, squeezing its rigidity. I
glanced up at him, and winked at him, and he smiled, his soft eyes dead
locked on my hand where I slowly worked his turgid boyhood, and I moved to
hook the waist of the briefs with my fingers. I tugged the front outward,
then down, releasing his perfect specimen of boyhood, and his pink,
hairless scrotum in one smooth movement, as I slid the briefs down his well
shaped legs.

   I had already seen it, twice actually, but still it took my breath away,
as I paused to just stare at his pretty penis, and balls. Naked now, save
for his ankle socks and tennis shoes, he was positively stunning. His erect
boyhood was probably over four inches, but less than five, and smooth as
glass. The shaft was slender, maybe an inch in diameter, and the head
flared wider than the shaft, perfectly circumcised, leaving a beautiful
mushroom shaped cap that was centered perfectly by the narrow slit. The
penis itself was a healthy pink tone, and the head, in his very aroused
state, was darker, nearly going to purple, and his oozing precum gave a
sheen to the perfectly smooth head of his penis, and I absently licked my
lips, savoring the boyish scent of his weapon so close in front of my
face. His scrotum was tight to his body, and plump, totally hairless, and
slightly wrinkled. His balls filled the sac firmly, and were a good size
for his tender age, and there was a budding patch of silky pubic hairs
tufted at his smooth groin. I was literally in awe of his beauty, and,
given the tiniest provocation, I would have, quite literally, eaten him
alive.

   I inhaled, his fresh boyish scent flooding my senses, and once again
moved my hands to his smooth thighs, kneading the firm flesh gently, and he
shuddered again at the contact. I slid my hands higher, and moved one
between his thighs to carefully cup his scrotum in my palm. I heftedhis
balls slightly, gauging their weight, and fullness, and he groaned softly,
and then again, as I firmly gripped his rigid penis in my other hand, and
stroked its length.

   "Ohhhh, jeez!" he cooed above me.

   I slid my thumb across the wetness on his glassy smooth cock head, and
he groaned again, a sharp intake of breath filling the silence, and I did
it again, as my other hand fondled his plump balls. Turning my full
attention to his pretty penis, I got into a slow, steady rhythm, pumping
the length of his leaking penis in smooth, top to bottom, strokes of the
pulsing shaft, and gliding my thumb over the head on the up stroke, all the
while continuing to grope, and fondle his sweet little balls.

   "Oh jeez...wow...you were so right...this is, like, amazing...! he
chirped.

   The rigid shaft throbbed in my grip, and his slim hips began a steady
back and forth humping movement, as I worked his boyhood closer to an
eruption, and I longed to lean forward, and swallow the beautiful young boy
penis I held in my grip, but I feared spooking him with such a drastic
movement before he was ready for it. I forced myself to resist, telling
myself that particular pleasure would come next, after he had experienced
his first orgasm induced by a hand other than his own. It was, after all,
our bargain, and I needed to be patient about taking things further, after
I had earned his trust.

   I continued my steady stroking of his sweet meat, and angled my other
hand behind his tight scrotum, and pressed a finger firmly into his
perineum, adding stimulation to his prostate, as I sped up my strokes on
his penis, and he rolled up onto his tip-toes, and released a long, deep,
kind of a wail, and I briefly saw the slit in his penis head flare, and
with a last forward thrust of his slim hips, his boyhood erupted, and
spewed rapid jets of his creamy boy cum across the small distance between
us, thoroughly splattering long strings of his surprisingly thick semen
pretty much directly into my face.

   "UNggggg....AGggggg....OHhhhhh...!" he sang, his slim hips bucking
wildly back and forth, as his surprising volume of young cum continued to
spurt from his discharging penis, spattering wildly across the front of my
shirt.

   Finally, he was finished, drained, and he staggered, nearly falling, and
I grabbed him about the waist, holding his weight easily, as I eased him
onto the sofa. He was flushed, and panting, as he gulped air, and giggled
wildly, all at the same time, and I chuckled with him, running my palm over
my slimed face to mop up his surprising ejaculate, then, I reached into his
lap, and gently groped his wilted penis, and drained balls, as I told him,

   "Outstanding, hot-shot....that was an amazing load...totally
amazing...and so, tell me....wasn't that....special...?"

   He gasped, his head nodding up and down, as he giggled again, and
replied,

   "Oh man....for sure....awesome....I wanna do that...AGAIN....can
we....?...please...do that...again!"

(Do we care to hear of further adventures between our pretty boy penis, and
nasty-man, I wonder??)

Storyguy22@yahoo.com