Date: Mon, 30 Mar 1998 11:29:19 PST From: The Platypus <the_platypus@hotmail.com> Subject: Further Adventures of Steve This story contains descriptions of sexual relations between an adult male and a boy. As ever, the characters in this story are not real, the subject may offend, and you should not read this if you are below the legal age for such material wherever you are in the world. Enjoy The Platypus It had been nearly two weeks since that wonderful day that I first got to know Steve. Many times in those two weeks, I wondered if I would see him again. His grinning face and infectious laugh often invaded my thoughts, making work difficult, and I couldn't face chocolate without mental images of his glorious form, and the taste of his scrummy feet filling my mind. It was late on a glorious summer afternoon, and I was out walking Ramius, my neighbours' Labrador, as he had gone away for the week. My route took me down along the river and into the local park. In one corner of the park an informal soccer match was going on, and so drank in the sight of ten or so young tornadoes tearing around after the ball, and obviously having a wonderful time. Suddenly, there was Steve, in my opinion the world's most adorable twelve year old, in the thick of the crowd, and I spent a few minutes watching the game until Ramius, my neighbours dog, demanded my attention, and I went back to throwing a ball for him. After half an hour or so, I was getting sick of hurling the ball every few minutes, and I think Ramius had grasped the pointlessness of the exercise, so we headed for home. We hadn't gone far along the path by the river when a voice behind me called "Hey Ross, wait up a sec!" and to my delight there was Steve jogging down the path toward me. I stopped and held on to Ramius' collar, while he barked like a mad thing as Steve caught up with me. "Hiya!" Steve said as he stopped a few feet away, looking at Ramius suspiciously "didn't know you had a dog Ross". "Its okay Ramius isn't mine, but he's very friendly, he just wants to say hello. Go ahead and stroke him, he won't bite." As Steve reached down to pet him, Ramius stood quietly then started to lick Steve's arm. "That's right, we're friends now!" said Steve looking me straight in the eyes, with a huge smile on his face. I felt like I was floating on air as we started walking again. I explained about helping my neighbour out, then asked him if his side had won the game. We continued to talk about what we'd been up to. It seemed that he was really eager to tell me everything he'd been up to, and how he'd got on at school, and I wondered how much interest his dad showed in how he got on. "So, what are you up to tonight then?" I asked after a while. "Oh I--er--I think I'll just hang around at home. Maybe shoot some hoops, watch TV or something." For the first time, he seemed a little reluctant to talk to me. I was surprised. "What about you?" he asked. "I'm off out later tonight, but I've got no real plans for the next few hours." Steve didn't say anything for a few minutes, but picked up a stick and threw it for Ramius to chase. On the third throw Ramius suddenly checked, and stared into the water. I noticed a set of ripples near the opposite bank, but as I started to call him back, Ramius leapt into the water after the unsuspecting water vole. After a couple of minutes of swimming, Ramius decided that the vole had more sense than he'd thought, for it was nowhere in sight, so he made his way back toward us. He stood on the path covered in weed, and looking sort of embarrassed as I told him what I thought of his antics, then decided to dry himself. His shaking left me sprayed in river water, and my blood pressure heading skywards, while Steve stood there trying, but failing, to hold back his laughter. His giggling was infectious, and before long, I just couldn't be angry with Ramius. We started to walk homeward chuckling, and I came to a decision. I draped my arm round Steve's shoulders in a sort of brotherly hug. "Tell you what, if your dad says it's okay, you could come round and give me a hand with Ramius, it looks like he needs a bath! If you've nothing better to do that is. He's a bit of handful at times, I could use the help!" "Really, Ross? That'd be cool!" "Check with your dad though." "He's gone--er--he's had to go out this afternoon, and I'm not sure when he'll be back tonight--" his voice trailed off. That probably explained some of his earlier mood. On the way back, I warned Steve that he was likely to end up soaked, and that he should perhaps get a set of old clothes, so he could change. When he arrived, he said he'd got some fresh clothes, to change into, and kicked off his trainers in the kitchen saying he didn't want to get them wet. I asked him to watch Ramius in the garden, while I got the shampoo, towels, and hosepipe ready. Unlike many dogs, Ramius positively enjoys having being washed, but he is just a little enthusiastic and refuses to stand in a bath. He stood quietly with Steve holding his collar, while he was wet down, and soaped. It is only as I came to rinse him down that he decided to be uncooperative. He started trying to bite the stream of water from the hose, and leapt at me to try to grab the hose. Each time he jumped and pulled, Steve ended up in the stream of water, and it seemed he was getting more of a bath than the dog. In the end, Ramius managed to free himself from Steve's grip, and grabbed the hose before I knew what was happening. By the time we chased him round the garden for a few minutes, we were both soaking, when Steve suddenly said "Ross, why don't we turn the water off, then catch him?" As he said it, I realised how daft we were being, and we both stood there laughing, until Ramius ran past, drenching us again. Eventually, we got him rinsed and dried off, and he settled down in the kitchen as though nothing had happened. I got Steve a towel, and told him to put his wet stuff in the drier if he wanted, while I got in the shower. "Would it be okay if I had a shower when you've done, Ross?" he asked "Only we had games at school, and the showers were broken, then I played football, then this, so I kind of need one." "Sure, no problem Steve, I won't be long. Why don't you grab a drink here, then I'll call you when I'm done." I hustled through a quick shower, my mind filled with various images of Steve. I called down to him that the shower was free, and told him that if he left his clothes outside the door, I'd put them in the drier. After I put our stuff in the drier, and made a coffee, I realised that it was Wednesday, and glancing at my watch saw it was almost time for my regular dose of sci-fi. "Star Trek: The Next Generation is on in a minute" I called upstairs "if you want to watch it Steve!" "Great! I'll be down in a few minutes Ross" he called down. Odd, I thought, his voice was becoming clearer as he spoke. My heart froze for what seemed like hours as he appeared at the top of the stairs, still damp from his shower, a blue towel wrapped around his waist. I just stood there, gazing at his perfect form, drinking in his beauty like manna from heaven until he returned to the bathroom. In a daze, I went into the lounge and collapsed on the couch. As the credits of the earlier programme finished, I was about to call Steve again, when he suddenly leapt over the back of the couch into my lap, scaring me half to death. While I was recovering he snuggled up against me, gave me a hug, and rested his head on my shoulder. I just sat and drank in his clean boysmell, as I looked down at him. He was wearing a pair of worn grey shorts that stopped about an inch or so above his knees, and a faded blue T-shirt that seemed just a little too small. He took full advantage of his position, and my distracted state as the opening credits ran by tickling my ribs. Now, if I know it's going to happen, I'm not ticklish, but it's a different matter if someone takes me by surprise. I collapsed into a heap, with Steve on top of my legs, and within seconds, I was practically helpless with laughter. After a minute or so, I managed to wriggle around, and had him trapped against the back of the couch. I slipped my hand under his T-shirt, and tickled chest, yet despite the fact that I wanted nothing more than to play around and see where this would lead, especially having just been treated to the vision of his heavenly form, I somehow felt uncomfortable trying it. In the end though I could not hold all my feelings in check, and found myself bending to kiss his neck. At the last minute, I panicked, so blew a raspberry into the flesh at the base of his neck. The taste of his soft, smooth, skin was far better than I remembered. Steve dissolved into peals of giggles. "Calm down, I'm trying to watch this you know!" I said, perhaps a little more harshly than I intended, as I craned my neck to see the TV. Steve seemed to deflate, and looked hurt as he lay there quietly. "Sorry Ross!" Damn, I hadn't meant it like that. I grabbed him, and rolled over so I was facing the TV again, with him lying against me "I'll let you off, just this once!" I said, and as I was about to gently tickle him again, he got up and sat in one of the armchairs. I mentally cursed myself, wondering why he'd reacted like that. I looked over at Steve. He seemed to have a withdrawn look on his face, and decided I'd better apologise, when the `phone rang. "Damn it!" I muttered, as I went into the hall to answer it. "Hello?" "Hi Ross!" It was my girlfriend, which was odd, as I was supposed to see her in, I checked my watch to make sure I wasn't late, an hour and a half. "Look Ross, I--erm--well I don't want to go out with you anymore. You see I've--er--met someone else. I'll see you around `kay. Bye." I stood there for a few seconds, my mind reeling. Well, wasn't today going well? "Shit!" I exclaimed as I put the `phone down. I needed a drink. I was heading for the kitchen when I saw Steve sitting, staring blankly at the TV. I felt like someone tried to rip my heart from my body. The beer could wait; I had more serious problems. He didn't seem to notice me as I walked in. I knelt down in front of his chair. "Look Steve, I really am sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that, I was only fooling around. Okay?" He sniffed, and his lower lip began to tremble a little. He was still looking blankly at the TV, and I began to really worry about what was wrong. "Hey, I didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry, okay? He still sat there saying nothing. I bent and gently kissed the tops of his bare feet, then looked back into his eyes "Steve, what's wrong? Please tell me." No response. I was getting really worried now. "Steve, talk to me, please. If you tell me what's wrong, I'll try and help, I promise!" I was almost in tears. He finally looked at me, and tears began to run down his cheeks. I held him tenderly for a few minutes until his sobbing subsided, then sat back while he dried his tears, and collected himself a little. "Steve, what's wrong. I didn't mean to upset you like that. I--" he cut me off. "Daddy doesn't love me anymore" he said in a small voice. "He says I get in the way, and just like to cause trouble for him." I was stunned. "He said he couldn't wait `til I moved out, so he could have his life back. Oh Ross..." he began to cry again, and burrowed his head into my shoulder. I held him tight while he cried, and tried to sort work what I could say. "Steve, sometimes people say things they don't really mean. Your dad probably just gets upset sometimes because he misses your mother. I bet he loves you really." Why on earth was I standing up for this creep? "I don't care if he does" Steve replied between sobs "I hate him, and I can't wait to get away from him!" I was surprised by the anger in his voice. I didn't know what to say, so just knelt there and held him. His crying slowly died away, but he made no move to pull away from me. I leant back a little, and looked into his eyes "Well, no matter what your dad says, I think you're a great kid. I hope my sons are as nice as you are." Boy, did that sound lame. "Oh Ross, I wish you were my dad" he said hugging me even more fiercely. Woah, this was way over my head now. What was I supposed to say to that? I mean I'd like nothing more in this world, but it was hardly going to happen, and even if it could, what about what everyone else would think, especially his father. Then it got worse, and much, much better at the same time. He lifted his head slightly, and whispered four words that turned my world upside down "I love you Ross!" as he lightly kissed my cheek. I was lost for words, and my heart felt like it had stopped. I kissed the top of his head "I love you too Steve" I said, and began to cry. We stayed holding each other for what seemed like an eternity as my tears subsided, and I felt that I never wanted to move, ever. Suddenly I felt warm breath on my ear, an insistent tongue licked my cheek, and Steve giggled a little. What the?? I turned. It was Ramius, who'd obviously wondered where we were. He nuzzled Steve, and looked at him with his `stroke the nice doggy' expression. It worked, as usual. "See" I said looking at Steve "he likes you too!" Steve was smiling now. "Mind you it could just be he wants feeding!" I said with a grin, having realised that none of us had eaten yet. Steve stuck his tongue out at me, put his feet on my chest, and pushed me over backwards. Then he jumped on my chest, and tickled me while Ramius, who obviously liked the idea of the game, began to lick my ear again. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! I'll get some food sorted if you let me get up!" As ever, bribery won the day, and we made our way into the kitchen. I fed Ramius, then looked round the fridge to see what I could fix for us. "Well, I've got some eggs, and--er--I should have--ah, here we are, a few sausages, and I've got some bacon lurking somewhere here. How do you fancy a fry up?" "Sounds great!" A while later, we settled back in front of the TV tucking into large platefuls of food. As we finished eating, Steve sat there looking a little uncomfortable. "Well Ross," he said "I guess I'd better go home, so you can get ready and go out. It's been really great, thanks for the food and everything." He got up to leave. As he spoke, the `phone conversation flooded back into my mind, and hit me like a truck. "It's okay Steve, I'm not going out tonight, since my girlfriend went and dumped me. That's what the phone call was about. You'd be welcome to stay if you want. In fact I'd kind of like the company." "Well, if you're sure, cool!" he said, and flopped back onto the couch next to me. After a while, Steve lay back on the couch, "I'm worn out" he announced, as he swung his legs up, so his feet lay across my lap. "Hey, do you mind?" I asked, as though he'd really offended me. (Though to be honest, I couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather have been!) "No" he replied, "do you?" Well, if that wasn't an invitation, I don't know what is! "Since you ask, no actually, I don't" I said, as I gently ran my fingers over his naked soles, and began to massage his beautiful feet. He just lay there at first, then gently moaned as I ran my fingertips over every inch of his smooth, soft feet. After maybe five minutes, I was hard as a rock, and I could feel precum oozing from my enlarged organ. I could resist temptation no longer, and moved round so I faced Steve down the length of the couch. I raised his right foot toward my mouth, and reverently kissed the underside of his toes. "Oooh yes!!" it was more a gentle moan than words, as Steve's eyes closed and he began to pant. I increased my oral ministrations, running my eager tongue over every part of his sole, sucking each of his toes, then going back and kissing, licking or nibbling all over his foot. After a few minutes I lifted his other foot, and lavished my attention on it, as I had with the first. Suddenly I felt a pressure on my groin, and I realised that he was pressing his right foot against my erection, and rubbing it gently back and forth. I opened my eyes, and looked straight into his eyes. He smiled and increased the tempo and pressure of his rubbing. He wiggled his toes as they reached the head of my cock, and I exploded in my underwear. I was totally stunned, and his other foot dropped into my lap, as I sat there trying to come to terms with what had just happened. I looked down at Steve, and noticed the bulge in the front of his shorts. I pulled him toward me on the couch, and his legs wrapped around me, so I was now trapped, kneeling, between his thighs. My hands slid under his shirt, and I ran my fingers over the hot flesh of his chest, up to his firm nipples. He moaned softly. My hands continued upward, and he raised his arms as I removed his shirt. I bent, and moved my mouth over his right nipple. It became more erect as my breath fell across it. Steve's eyes closed as I reached out my tongue and began to lick in circles around it, slowly coming closer to the pinnacle of boyflesh. "Oooh!" he moaned, as I took it between my lips and sucked gently on the engorged flesh. I slipped my lips from it, and licked a path across his hairless chest to his left nipple. It stood erect in anticipation of my attentions yet soon became harder still as I gently sucked on it. "Mmm, Ross, ooh, aah!" Steve was moaning constantly now, as I introduced him to feelings he had never known before. Suddenly his eyes flew open, and he exclaimed "I have to pee Ross, aahhh!" I lifted him from the couch, and hugged him to my chest, kissing his neck as his body shook. His hips ground against my chest and I felt a small patch of liquid warmth spread across my belly. His buttocks pressed into my groin, stimulating my cock within my cum filled briefs. Slowly Steve returned from to this world, and he clung to me for a minute or so, saying nothing. I felt totally at peace, as I knelt there, hugging his perfect, half naked body, and realised I would do anything for the boy in my arms, who had captured my soul. "Are you okay Steve?" He lightly kissed my neck, and asked, "What happened, Ross?" How to explain it to him? "It's called an orgasm, Steve. It happens when you get sexually excited with someone." I slid one hand round and brushed the front of his shorts "and you came." "It felt, really strange, but so good!" he whispered "thanks Ross" His hands snaked up under my shirt, and roamed over my back as he hugged me. "Thank you Steve, it was wonderful for me, too!" I said, moving to kiss his forehead. His lips parted as I raised my head, and he moved his mouth on to mine for our first real kiss. His lips were soft, yet firm, and oh, so tasty. His hands moved over my back, lifting my shirt, and he broke the kiss so he could remove it. His chest pressed against mine, and my erection felt harder than ever as he began to play with one of my nipples. I cradled the small of his back, as he explored my chest, running his fingers through the hair, and tracing patterns that felt like they were burnt into my skin. I longed to keep this up, but it was hardly comfortable, so I suggested we could go upstairs. He kissed my nipples and murmured "Yeah," as he laid his head against my chest. I carried him into the bedroom, and laid him down on the bed. Then I lay next to him, and began to caress his smooth body once more. He resumed his stroking of my chest, and his hands worked lower, and lower toward my waistband. I moaned, and he slid one hand inside my jeans. As it brushed the head of my cock, I groaned loudly "Aaahhh!" and Steve jerked his hand back out. "It's okay Steve, that felt real good" I said. I took the lead again, increasing the movement of my hands, until they roamed over his upper body. I took the plunge, and slipped one hand inside the waistband of his shorts, and over the cheeks of his bottom. He giggled a little as I caressed his flesh, then gasped as I began to slide the cloth downward. I stopped, thinking he was reluctant, but he just lay there and smiled at me. I moved my hand round to his groin, and brushed his scrotum and inner thighs feeling a slight wetness there. He groaned and his eyes closed again as I moved my slippery fingertips up and finally encountered the engorged flesh of his boyhood. I withdrew my hand, and licked his sweet nectar from my fingers. I slid his shorts off, then just sat, and gazed at his naked, hairless body as he lay before me. "You're beautiful Steve" I whispered as I lifted his feet to my mouth again and kissed his tender soles. His boyhood twitched slightly, and I ran my hands down his legs, towards his four inches of ivory perfection. The foreskin was partially drawn back from his pink head, and it glistened with a coating of his fluids. As I gently stroked his cock, Steve sat up. "No, it's my turn" he said, and began to unfasten my belt. I just lay there and watched, as he tugged off my jeans and briefs. He gasped as my steel hard organ was revealed. I lay there naked as he knelt beside me. He tentatively reached out, and brushed my shaft with his fingertips. I groaned, and he continued to trace patterns in the slippery fluid coating my cock. "Steve, stop, please, it feels so good it hurts!" I cried, causing him to giggle. I pulled him on top of my chest, and we kissed again as I ran my hands over his back, and massaged his firm buttocks. I had him kneel astride my chest and my hands continued to rub every inch of his flesh I could reach. He leant forward, so he was on his hands and knees, making his penis sway provocatively in front of my face. I raised my head and brushed my lips across his cockhead, then rapidly parted my lips, and engulfed his boyhood. As I did so, Steve moaned in a long drawn out breath, while he moved his feet together, trapping my throbbing member between them. I moaned and my hips began to buck, sending waves of pleasure through me as the flesh of his feet stimulated me like nothing ever had before, while my tongue caressed the entire length of his ivory salute. Suddenly it spasmed in my mouth, and I drank all the salty sweet fluid he had to give. I could hold on no longer, and shot in a series of spurts that sent strings of cum up his back and buttocks, as well as over my chest and his heels. When I returned to the world, I slid forward under him, until we were face to face. I kissed him tenderly, and hugged him to me fiercely. I never wanted to move, for I was truly in heaven.