Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2009 10:10:53 +0000
From: Rapier 54 <rapier54@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Peter's Exposures Part 2: Peter at Home

Peter at Home

Copyright @ Rapier54 2009

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story depicting sexual activity between
consenting adults and a younger male. If this is illegal from where you are
reading it please do not continue. This being fiction, safe sex is not an
issue. In the real world always practice safe sex.

It was one of those hot days, when the English summer seems
everlasting. Peter, 16 and permanently horny, had been planning on cycling
to a local beach to walk about and see what the day would turn up. However,
his father had left strict instructions that he was to tidy the garden
shed, a task that would surely take all day. All rubbish was to be stacked
out the front where someone was to collect it later.

As his parents left for work his father reminded him that if he couldn't
find a job for the holidays he could earn his keep by helping out at
home. As he watched them drive off for the day, his father usually dropping
his mother off outside her workplace, he wondered whatever he could do to
get some praise and affection from either of them.

He seemed to have a permanent case of nervous tension in his lower stomach
and groin lately, fuelled no doubt by persistent thoughts of a sexual
nature. He discovered masturbation several years ago, and only this summer
realised the excitement to be found when displaying his young body "by
accident" to others. Though he would give almost anything to lose his
virginity with a girl, such was the power of sexual feelings within him
once they built up, he just wanted someone, anyone, to appreciate him, give
some affection, find him sexually attractive, want him.

Only two weeks ago he had wandered into a gents toilet to find himself
getting turned on by the graffiti, and his first encounter with another
man, Harold. Returning the next afternoon, he discovered the thrill of
allowing someone to "innocently" see his naked body as he pretended to dry
himself after a "swim" and take advantage of it. That night, returning
after dark to meet Harold as they had arranged, he learned that if he was
excited enough he didn't mind others watching and it turned him on even
more.

So it was a huge frustration for him to have spend the day at home cleaning
out an old wooden shed at the bottom of their secluded garden instead of
going to see if he could re-create and take further the happenings of last
summer.

He sighed and thought that if he could get started early enough, and get a
spurt on, he might finish in time to get to the beach by late
afternoon. With some excitement starting to flow through his veins, he went
upstairs to change into some old shorts before tackling the dusty, musty,
shed and its cobwebbed contents.

He realised he would be moving and stretching a lot, so an old loose pair
of shorts went on, and, he decided with a smile, no pants. Not today. The
thought of the late afternoons possibilities were already exciting him, and
the feeling of freedom no pants gave might just make this tedious job a
pleasure.

Peter and his parents lived on the outskirts of a village, in a
semi-detached, or duplex house. There was a 20' high wall enclosing the
back gardens of the two properties, while the nearest neighbours were
across the road at the front, no one lived anywhere near the back.

As he stepped out into the back garden the he noticed the heat was starting
to build. Not helped by the wall and the wooden board fence separating the
two adjoining properties. As he went to unlock the shed, his neighbour was
watching from his own bedroom window.

At 60, Simon Richards had retired early. A former schoolteacher, he had
watched young Peter growing into the young man he now was, and admired his
body whenever he could. He had divorced many years ago, and had lived alone
for as long as Peter could remember. He was looking out of the window in
the hope of seeing the "boy next door" as he affectionately thought of him,
and there he was! Dressed in only pair of old loose shorts, white ankle
socks and black trainers. He had seen the shorts before, they were
elasticised at the waist, and made of some man made satin like
material. Lightweight for the summer he supposed. He remembered them in
particular because Peter was wearing them a lot last summer, and he was
sure he had seen his penis waving around under them, as if has was wearing
no pants.

It seemed to be the case today as well, as Peter emerged from the shed
carrying firstly a lawn mower, then a hose and reel. He then disappeared
round the side of the house, before returning a few minutes later. Next out
of the shed were some sacks filled with old leaves which were also taken
round the side. Simon decided to see if Peter was taking out some rubbish
for his father to dispose of. When he looked out of the front window he
could see Peter leaving the sacks, and now an old deck chair, but no sign
of his Father who must have gone off to work as usual. He decided to wander
downstairs and see if he could get closer to the object of his desires.

As Peter dropped the second of a pair of old sun chairs in the growing pile
of rubbish at the front of the house he was hailed by Mr. Richards from
next door.

"Good morning, Peter! Lovely day for it!" said Mr. Richards walking across
from his front door.

"Hello, Mr. Richards. Yes it is," he replied, "Though I would rather be at
the beach on a day like this." He smiled.

Simon couldn't help noticing the waving bulge in Peter's shorts, and
quickly pointed out a cloud in the sky so that he could look
surreptitiously as Peter looked heavenwards. He was overcome with an urge
to reach forward and softly fondle the swaying in Peter's shorts, but
remembered the neighbours across the road, and then thought of the
consequences should he be rebuffed.

"I shall be off to the beach myself later," he remarked, almost surprising
himself with the news, "Perhaps I could give you a lift?" He was already
thinking of ways to get young Peter hot and naked beneath him.

"Well that would be really nice, Mr. Richards," replied Peter, "But I don't
know if I will finish cleaning out our shed before you go, and besides, I
wouldn't want to walk back home later." He finished with a smile. He was
thinking he didn't want the straightlaced schoolteacher Mr. Richards
watching over him as he tried to expose himself to someone who would
appreciate the view. The thought of his elderly neighbour seeing him with
less clothes than he was wearing was an embarrassing thought.

"Well, I'll leave you to it, unless you want some help?" Simon asked, ever
hopeful.

"No thanks, Mr. Richards. I'll be a little while yet, but it's nothing I
can't cope with. Besides, after I've shifted a bit more rubbish out the
front here, all I have to do is sweep it out and put stuff back tidily. My
father has arranged for someone to come round and collect the junk from the
front lawn here later this today." Replied Peter.

Simon left him to it, saying he would be off to the beach himself very
shortly, so he would see him later.

It was about an hour later that Peter was beginning to sweep out the shed,
having emptied it and wiped down all the things to go back in. He had been
drinking water during the morning, and his excitement was not abating. As
he had anticipated, wearing no pants was turning him on. However, if he
didn't have a pee soon, he would have difficulty doing so with an erection.

Simon had been watching the events unfold, and a short while ago had seen a
van pull up and two men carry away all the rubbish from his neighbour's
front lawn. Peter was nowhere to be seen, and probably didn't know they had
been. He continued his watch over the gorgeous young man below, and was
enjoying the feelings aroused as he fondled his own stiffness.

Peter was going to go indoors to the toilet, when it occurred to him that
his parents wouldn't be back for ages, and Mr. Richards would be long gone
by now. He decided with a smile that his father's prize roses could do with
a watering, and as he walked to the wall at the back at the bottom of the
garden, he decided not only to water them, but to do it naked. He stood
facing the wall, building up some courage, thinking about being nude
outside, and slowly hooked his thumbs into the waist of his shorts. As he
eased them over his bottom, Simon was watching with disbelief.

Such a delectable bottom, white, smooth, unblemished, slight hollows at the
sides, and the lad let them go, allowing them to pool at his ankles. He
then bent and stepped out of them, leaving his prick, half hard and looking
eminently suckable waving in the breeze. He then tossed his shorts to one
side, leaned back, and urinated over the garden border.

"Ohhhh, that feels good." Thought Peter, "Soooo good!" The air around his
balls and bottom felt so fresh and cool. The moment he stopped peeing, his
prick stiffened, he wanted so badly to rub it, and make himself come. But
he decided to wait until he could get to the beach later, and finish what
he had to do. Besides, he wouldn't want to get caught by the person
collecting the junk from the front, particularly as he had left the side
gate unlocked so the man could find him if he needed payment.

He realised this could be anytime now, and hurriedly slipped his shorts
back on, willing his erection to diffuse as he pulled them back up,
covering his modesty.

Simon witnessed the entire event, and his own excitement had overruled his
usual cautious nature. He reckoned that a boy of that age, aroused to that
extent, would want attention from anyone, and he was the one to give
some. Slipping his own shorts back on, he stepped out of the front door,
and went to see if the side gate to Peter's house was open. It was.

As Peter finished sweeping out he realised he made a simple mistake. He had
neglected to sweep the shelves, high up, of dust. Curses. Now he would have
to sweep the shed again after he had brushed the dust and cobwebs down to
the floor from them.

As Simon slipped through the side gate he saw Peter looking up at some
shelving, his back to the shed door. Bolting the side gate securely, he
sidled quickly to the shed door.

As Peter reached up to the higher shelves at the back of the shed, it
seemed to become a little darker.

"Must be Mr. Richards' cloud." He thought with a smile.

He almost shrieked with surprise as he felt a pair of hands reach round
him, and hold his arms in place, stretched up to the higher shelf.

"Don't move a muscle!" Whispered a hoarse voice. "I don't want to hurt you,
I don't want you to turn round, or cry out. Keep still and quiet. Do you
understand?"

Peter nodded vigorously.

"Good boy. I have seen you displaying yourself, naked in the garden,
watering the flowers. Walking around with no clothes on, nude."

Peter swallowed, in fear. What was this man going to do? Tell his parents?
The Police? Who was it? It must be the man who was to collect the
rubbish. He should have locked the gate before he misbehaved. What was
going to happen now?

"Peter, you have a beautiful body." Whispered the voice. "It is good that
you show it off, but you must be more careful." It continued. As Peter
heard these words, the hands slipped over his arms and across his
shoulders. They ran gently down his back, and as they slid around to his
stomach, they slowly swept upwards.

He shuddered as he felt a tongue slide smoothly over his back, and lick
gently as his neck. He groaned with delight as the hands found his nipples,
sliding softly over them and back again. His bottom inadvertently thrust
out as the rubbing on his nipples intensified.

"You like that, eh?" Whispered the voice, again hoarsely. It's better if
the fingers are wet. How about...?" and Peter felt the man's hands slip
gently across his chest and as one went around his neck, firmly massaging
it, the other slipped softly over his throat, chin, and tease his lips. As
they continued to play over his mouth, the man leaned in slowly and Peter
felt not only the intruder's naked skin on his back but also his hardness
on his bottom. This was the first time Peter could remember feeling naked
skin on his own, and with the highly charged atmosphere he moaned aloud
with pleasure and first one finger, then another slipped into his wanting
mouth.

He hesitatingly licked over the fingers for a moment, before giving in to
the pleasure he was feeling, and closing his lips over them gave full vent
to his desire to lick and suck the digits.

He groaned in dismay as the man moved from his back, but soon in pleasure
as he felt the hand at his neck, slide down his back, the fingernails,
lightly scratching a path down each side of his spine. As he opened his
mouth to gasp aloud, he dribbled out some saliva which ran down his
chin. The fingers were quick to collect it, and the hand moved from his
mouth down again to his nipples, rolling them with saliva slippery fingers
between finger and thumb.

"Aaaaahhhh!" He gasped as the pleasure washed over his body.

"Mmmmm. You like that don't you, boy?" Said the voice. "Well, I've been
watching you, and knew you were going to be a hot little thing. Now, how
about we see what you've been hiding under these shorts, eh?" It continued.

"N no! Not that, Please!" He whispered.

"Oh! So you're a tease as well as a show off! Well, how about some of
these..." growled the voice, before a stinging slap landed on his bottom,
followed by another and another.

"AAAHHhh, Oww, AAAAaahh!" Peter cried out, "Please no. Please, please?"

"Please, Sir for a start boy." Said the voice. Followed by another stinging
slap.

"P p please sir. Don't hurt me, s sir." Whimpered Peter, groaning again as
the hands began their trawl up his chest seeking out the sensitive
nipples. Again he called out as they were both gently rolled between finger
and thumb. Once again his bottom thrust out, bumping into a hardness which
was there waiting for it.

"Ok, Peter. Shall we start again? Ask me nicely to pull your shorts down,
I'll count to five, and if you take longer, Mr spank will come to visit."
Spoke the voice.

"B b but, S sir, I'll be n n nake...I'm not w wearing anny, AaaaaH!" he
cried as another blow assaulted his rear. In fact it wasn't that hard, and
he was beginning to enjoy the feeling of being punished this
way. Particularly as he remembered his fantasises from the night at the
beach toilet.

"Five, four, Thre..." Counted the voice.

"Ohhh, please, sir, Please pull m my shorts down." Whispered Peter. Longing
to display himself now, waiting to hear what the man would say when he
discovered he was not wearing pants, what he would say when saw his naked
and very stiff condition.

As he felt a pair of thumbs hook into the waistband, he whimpered, knowing
his nakedness was about to be revealed. Slowly, the shorts were lowered
over his bottom, they slid so slowly down his thighs, tickling his knees
and dropped over his calves to his ankles. His leg was lifted, as he
stepped out of them, and he remained standing with his hands raised, as the
man took in the view.

Simon was wondering just how he could get a good look as Peter's front,
without giving himself away, and then he saw the shorts on the ground and
had an idea. He picked them up, and eased them onto Peter's head. The young
lad gave a questioning cry, but was shushed into silence as they covered
his eyes, before bring gently pulled back and bunched behind his head.

"Give me your left hand, Peter, and hold this. That's it, nice and tight."
Whispered the voice, as Peter's hand was guided to the gathered material
behind his head.

Then he was turned round and eased slowly back to lean with his shoulders
against the shed wall, while his feet were a little away, thrusting out his
erection which was visibly throbbing, all the more when Simon leaned
forward and used his lips to nibble on Peter's nipple.

He wailed aloud as he felt a hand caressing his lower stomach, and moving
inexorably to his hot prick. And a groan of pure lust as it slipped over
the hot hard member and began to slowly rub it up and down.

Simon was enjoying the fondling and kissing of the boy, but he wanted to
come as well. So he stopped his ministrations and pulled Peter's free hand
to continue with the caressing he had started.

Peter reddened as he realised the man wanted him to rub himself, when he
hesitated, the man simply spanked him again until he began to rub
himself. Then as he gained pace, he heard the man doing the same. As he
began to breathe a little heavier, his hand rushing back and forth, he
again felt the man's lips at his nipples, and he gasped aloud.

"Ohhhh, I'm going t to, I I'm going, Y you're making me c Ohhh! You're
making me come, you're, Co COME! AAAaaah OhHHHhh! I'm coming, comiiiiiing!
Aaah" Cried Peter as he exhausted his sperm supply over the shed floor.

"Ohhhh!" he exclaimed as he felt spurts of something landing on his legs
and stomach. And again as he realised what it was.

The voice whispered to him once more, "That was nice for us both,
Peter. Now wait here and don't move for at least 2 minutes. Then you can
get cleaned up and dressed. If you want a similar thing to happen again you
will leave your eyes covered for 2 minutes. Ok?"

"Y Yes, Sir. T Two minutes O ok." He replied breathlessly. "Again? He
thought. "That would be fun."

Simon slipped noiselessly out of the shed, unsecured the gate, and eased it
quietly shut as he trod softly back to his front door and let himself
in. He closed the door and leaned back on it, gasping a huge sigh of relief
and satisfaction. At Last! Peter! Naked and trembling, wanking and
coming. And SO responsive. He is indeed a hot little thing. He knew there
would be more occasions, he just had to plan them.

Peter waited the prescribed two minutes then slowly removed the shorts from
his head. Looking around he could see no sign of the man who had seen him
naked, but just knew it had to be the one that was here to collect the
rubbish. He would have to ask his father later who it was. He had no
intention to cause trouble, but was eager to find a way to repeat the
adventure.

After a few minutes to collect his composure, he finished cleaning the
shed, making sure the dust from the shelves picked up all the sticky
residue from the pleasure he had just experienced. and restocked it, then
he finally put his shorts back on, little knowing that Mr. Richards next
door had been watching him finish his task still naked. His erection
starting to grow again.



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