Date: Fri, 20 Feb 1998 20:52:10 GMT0BST
From: The Platypus <the_platypus@hotmail.com>
Subject: Steve & the Birthday Cake

Disclaimer: This story is just that, a work of fiction.  It does not relate
to any real event or person, no matter how much we may wish it to.  It is
about an intimate encounter between a man and a minor boy.  If this is not
you're thing, leave now.  It may not be legal for you to read this, owing
to your age or local laws.  If so, stop reading now.

Okay, those of you who've made it past that bit.  This is my first attempt
at writing like this, but I think the result isn't too bad.  I'd appreciate
any positive feedback, constructive criticism, or suggestions as to where
to take it from here.  Flames are just a waste of fossil fuels, so please
don't send 'em to me!

Enjoy!

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Steve & the Birthday Cake
By: The Platypus


It was lunchtime, and I'd been working all morning and much of the previous
night on an assignment for college that had to be submitted in, I checked
my watch, quarter of an hour.  Bugger.  If I didn't hurry, I was going to
be late.  As I got in the car, I could just see Steve, one of the kids who
lived nearby standing on the corner.  Normally I would have taken a bit
more notice of him, but I was I a rush.

I started to pull out of the drive, when there was a crunch noise and as I
slammed on my brakes, a young voice yelled in pain.  Surely, I couldn't
have hit someone; there had been no one in front of me.  Damn, if all the
times for this to happen.  I quickly got out if the car to see what I'd
done.  Steve was running toward me yelling "Oh god!  Look what you've
bloody done!"  I looked at the front of my car, half expecting to see a
mass of tangled flesh, and there under my front wheel was a twisted heap of
plastic and metal.  "Oh shit, dad's gonna kill me!" said Steve, now
standing beside me, some sort of black box hanging from his neck.  Then I
realised what had happened.  I'd just run over his radio-controlled car!

 	"Look kid, I'm really sorry, but I'm in kind of a rush right now.
Boy did I feel bad as he stood there close to tears.  I'll be back in a
couple of hours, why don't you come and see me then, and we'll talk about
it.  What's your name by the way?"  I said.  Things got worse for me.  "I'm
Steve, erm, Stephen Lindley.  Dad only gave it to me for my birthday
yesterday" he said.  "Look Steve, I promise I'll help you pay for repairs,
but I've really got to go now.  Come and see me around five o'clock with
your dad, and I'll explain things to him."  Steve brightened a bit at that.
"Do you promise?" he asked as I got back into my car.  "I'll see you and
your dad at about five, I promise" I called as I started up the road.

I got away with being a little late, when I explained about the accident,
but from then on it slipped out of my mind as I was busy with other things.
I staggered into my house at half past five feeling really knackered, and
flipped on the TV.  I'd just decided that it was too much hassle to do
anything other than collapse for an hour when the doorbell rang.  Damn, I'd
forgotten Steve and his dad were coming round.  I answered the door and was
surprised to see only Steve standing there.  His eyes looked red, as though
he'd been crying.  He was quite wet from the rain, though it wasn't falling
that hard at the moment.  I told him to come in, and took his coat from
him.  He stood in the hall dripping on the floor as he took off his mud
caked trainers, while I hung his coat over a radiator and got him a towel.
"So how come you're so wet and muddy?" I asked as we went into the kitchen.
While I started to fix us a drink, he explained that his dad had been
really mad with him for busting his new car, and said it served him right
if he broke it.  Steve said he'd tried to explain that I'd offered to help,
but his dad told him to "make himself scarce for the afternoon", and so
he'd just wandered around until he saw I was in, then to come and apologise
to me for the trouble he'd caused.  He was close to tears again as he told
me this, and I didn't know what to do.  I led him through to the living
room and we sat for a bit with the TV playing.  I sat opposite him, and
just looked at him, while he watched TV and calmed down a bit.  I wanted to
hug him or something to comfort him, but didn't want to make him feel
uncomfortable.

  He looked to be about eleven, with short, light brown hair, and blue eyes
that were brightened by the tears there.  His face was fairly round, with a
smattering of freckles, across his cheekbones; he seemed to be like almost
any other eleven-year-old.  "Happy birthday, by the way!"  I said.  A smile
lit up his face, his eyes sparkled, and two dimples formed in his cheeks.
I amended my description - a very cute eleven- year-old.  "How old were
you?"  "Thanks, I'm twelve" he said proudly.  Okay, he was a very cute
twelve-year-old.

At this point my stomach announced loudly that it wanted some attention,
and I realised I'd only eaten a sandwich all day.  Then I realised Steve
probably hadn't eaten recently either.  "How do you fancy some pizza?  Call
it a late birthday present.  You can pick it."  "Really?  Cool!  Dad hardly
ever buys pizza, he says its expensive junk."

When I had ordered, I thought maybe Steve's dad would be wondering where he
was, and told Steve that he should ring and tell him where he was.  Steve
rang home but got no answer.  He said his dad had probably gone out for the
night, and wouldn't be back until late.  He often did this, sometimes Steve
said he would stay at a friends, but mostly he'd just watch TV on his own
then go to bed.  We played on my game console, and talked about all sorts
of stuff as we waited for the pizza.  He told me his mum had left when he
was really young, and they had never heard from her since.  He seemed a
really bright, fun kid, and I thought it was a shame that his dad didn't
seem to take much notice of him.

I flipped the TV back on when the pizza arrived, but there wasn't much on.
I asked Steve if he wanted to watch a movie.  While he picked a film I got
a bottle of coke, and put the chocolate fudge cake I'd ordered in the
fridge as a surprise for later.  "This one looks cool!" he said, holding up
his choice.  'The Ghost and the Darkness'.  "Well, it's a bit scary, it's
about man eating lions."  I said.  "Great" he said.  I put the pizza on a
table between us, and settled on the couch while Steve started the video.

 The next thing I knew, Steve hopped up on the couch beside me.  I could
hardly believe it.  He must have noticed my slightly odd expression as he
reached for a slice of pizza.  "Err, it is alright for me to sit here isn't
it Ross?  I mean, you don't mind?" he asked.  "Sure" I managed to croak
out.  Of course it was all right.  It was great.  He was great.  He leant
against me as we ate and watched.  As we got to the first lion attack he
really jumped and nearly choked on a mouthful of pizza.

 	When he recovered, I rewound the bits he had missed, and he kept
leaning closer to me every time we got to a scary bit.  After a bit, I was
starting to get uncomfortable with him leaning on my arm, and I tried to
move it a bit.  He grabbed my arm and draped it over his shoulders.  "Is
that better?" he asked as he snuggled up against me again.  "Sure, as long
as your comfortable" I said.  I couldn't believe it.  I was in heaven.  His
warm body burned against my side, and it was all I could to stop myself
reaching down and kissing him there and then.  During the next lion attack,
he jumped again, just as I was taking a drink.  The coke went all down my
shirt.  "Oh shit, man, sorry!" he said as he collapsed into fits of
giggles.

	"What's so funny?"  I asked, "look what you did!"  I exclaimed
while trying to stifle my own laughter.  "You rat!" I shouted, and with
that, I grabbed him and started tickling his chest.  After a few minutes of
writhing around, he was breathless with laughter and begged me to stop.  I
kept going for another minute or so, then let him recover.  I'd gotten hard
while we struggled, and hoped he hadn't noticed when it rubbed against him.
I got up, and went to get the cake while he recovered on the couch.

	He was still lying there when I came back, and I stood and stared
at him for a minute or so before he noticed me.  He really was adorable to
look at.  "Sorry, but I haven't got any candles," I said as I put the cake
on the table.  "Oh, Ross, is that for me?  Cool!  I mean thanks!"  He
exclaimed, as he gave me a huge hug.  It took most of my self-control not
to explode there and then as his beautiful, hot body pressed against mine.
I was on such a high, I wondered if I was just dreaming this wonderful
time.  "You're welcome kiddo!"  I replied as I mussed his hair.  "You're
welcome!"

I cut us both a large piece of cake, Steve snuggled against me, and we
settled down to watch the rest of the movie.  I was halfway through another
class of coke, when he leaned close to me and shouted in my ear "careful,
don't spill it again!"  With that, he collapsed into fits of giggles again.
He was trapped under my arm though, and I started to tickle him again.  His
T-shirt worked loose, and I was able to slip my hand under it, and tickled
him ruthlessly.  As he struggled and wriggled around, trying to get away
from me, his feet kicking, he suddenly froze and yelled "Argh, yuk!"

  I looked down, and dissolved into laughter as I realised that he'd just
put his right foot into what was left of the chocolate fudge cake on the
table!  "It's not funny!" he yelled between giggles.  I couldn't reply, as
I doubled up in fits of laughter.  Next thing I knew, he shoved his
chocolate covered sock in my face.  "Look what you made me do!"  As I sat
there, a hint of his boysmell wafting into my nostrils, I had an idea.
"Well, we can't waste it" I said, and quickly slipped his sock off.  He
looked kind of startled, and I pounced on his chest.  "Go on," I said,
smiling, as I shoved the sock under his nose, "can't let it go to waste!"
He was silent for a few moments.

"That's gross!" he said, still grinning at me.  "You decided to try a new
way of eating" I said, and brushed a little of the fudge onto his lips.
"No way!" he said, and tried to force me off him.  I grinned back at him,
and let him sit up.  "Okay" I said, still holding his sock, "lets settle
down, and watch the rest of the film."

As he sat up I quickly turned the sock inside out, grabbed his bare foot,
and slipped the sock back into place.  "That's disgusting!" he yelled as he
writhed around again, and tugged the sock off.  He jumped at my chest, I
fell back onto the couch, and he thrust his naked, chocolate-smeared foot
in my face.  Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed his ankle, and began
to clean the smooth, tender sole of his foot with my tongue.  "It doesn't
taste that bad to me!"  I said.  He just sat there, stunned.  That didn't
last for long though, and as I continued to lick at his toes, he started to
giggle again.

  I heaved a mental sigh of relief, I had been afraid he'd panic and want
to leave.  Instead he writhed on my chest, and begged me to stop tickling
him between bursts of laughter.  It seemed his feet were his most ticklish
part.  His wriggling was the last straw for me though, and as he moved on
my chest, I exploded in my underwear.  I just sat there as warm cum jetted
into my briefs.  I must have looked odd; cause he suddenly looked worried,
and asked if I was okay.  As I descended in the afterglow of one of my
strongest orgasms ever, panted and told him I was fine.

Now I was really worried.  Would he realise what had happened?  What would
he do if he did?  What would I do if he did?  He hurriedly got off my
chest, and scooted to the other end of the couch.  Damn, I'd blown it.  I
just had to pray he wouldn't tell anyone.

I decided I'd better clean up, so headed off to the bathroom.  I thought
that way, he could leave if he wanted to.  I heard him walking about, and a
little later heard him put the phone down.  When I came downstairs again, I
expected to find him ready to leave.  I was surprised, but very pleased to
see that he was still sat on the couch, though he looked worried.  We both
started to talk at the same time, and nether of us really noticed what the
other was saying at first.  "Oh Ross!  I'm really sorry man, I didn't mean
to hurt you or something.  Maybe I'd better go!"  "Steve, I'm really,
really, sorry!  I shouldn't have done that.  If made you feel uncomfortable
or anything then I'll understand if you want to leave.  It's okay, really.
I'm sorry...."

Wait a minute.  He was apologising to me?  I needed to tell him things were
okay.  He just sat there looking really worried.  "Look Steve, you didn't
hurt me or anything, I'm fine, but I don't want to make you feel bad, so if
you'd rather leave, I'll understand."  "You're sure Ross?  I mean really.
I thought I'd hurt you or something.  I felt this warm rush, and I thought
you were bleeding."  Now what the hell did I do?  "Is it really okay to
stay?  My dad isn't back yet, I checked."  That explained the phone call.
"Sure you can stay, if you want to."  With that he picked up the remote and
flipped the TV channels.  I sat back down, and he moved to snuggle up to me
again, then stopped.  I hesitated, then put my arm round him gently.  He
leant against me again.  My heart missed a beat, then started going like a
train.  Maybe I'd better explain what happened.

"Steve, about what happened earlier."  He panicked "I did hurt you didn't
I.  You were just trying to make me feel better."  His blue eyes shone, and
he seemed close to tears again.  "Dad's right, I am careless, stupid and
ungrateful.  You've been really nice to me, and I've messed it up.  I
always mess up."  With that the tears started.  I put my arms round him,
and just held him.  "Listen to me.  You are not stupid, you are not
careless, and you did not hurt me.  I am fine.  I wouldn't lie to you.  You
have not hurt me.  I really like you okay.  Everything's alright."
"Really?  You're not just saying that?"  "Really, I promise!"  His tears
subsided, and after a few minutes, he calmed down.  "Look, Steve if you
want to, you are welcome to come round any time I'm in and your dad has
gone out."  "Really?  Cool, thanks Ross!"  With that, he flung his arms
round my neck and hugged me again, and it seemed like everything was all
right again.

We had been sitting watching TV for a while, when he suddenly looked up at
me and grinned "We've still not finished the cake!  Would it be okay for me
to have another slice?"  "Sure, just be careful with it!"  He giggled.
When he had finished eating, he put the plate down on the floor, and leant
close to me again, his legs drawn up on the couch.  "Ross, where's the
bathroom?  I have to take a pee!" he said a couple of minutes later.  "Top
of the stairs, turn left" With that, he stood up and gasped, looked down,
then tried hard to stifle a giggle.  "Oops!"  He sat back on the couch,
then lay down saying "Ross, would you like some more cake?" before he burst
out laughing again.  As he lifted his right foot to me, I couldn't believe
it.  He'd done it again!  Then I saw the grin in his eyes, and realised
this time he'd done it on purpose!

He must have slipped his other sock off as he sat down, for he now lifted
his naked left foot so I was presented with a pair of chocolate smeared
feet.  He had a mischievous, but slightly worried look on his face as he
lay back on the couch, as though he were afraid I'd be angry.  How could I
be angry about such a tasty offer?  I took his ankles in my hands, held his
feet together, and slowly began to work my tongue around the heel of his
right foot.  I licked my way up his right foot, across the base of his
toes, then down to the other heel.  I moved up to his instep, and ran my
tongue between his arches almost like I was fucking them.  All the time he
wriggled, giggled, and groaned in pleasure.  I returned my attentions to
his toes, licking between them, and engulfing his big toes every once in a
while.  After maybe five minutes, he started to groan louder, and began to
pant.  His body jerked a little, and his toes curled into my face "Ooh, God
Ross!" he moaned, then lay still panting hard.  I realised he'd just had
what was probably his first orgasm ever.  "That was, wow, oh god!" he
stammered.  I was watching him float back down to earth, when there was a
knock at the door.

I couldn't think who that could be, until Steve spoke.  "That'll be dad!
I'd better go."  "I'll answer the door, you get yourself sorted!"  I opened
the front door.  "Yes?"

"Is Stephen here?"  (Another charm school reject I thought!)  At that point
Steve appeared and started to put his trainers on.  I could see he was
trying hard not to giggle as he stood there, both his socks back on now.
"Oh, there you are!  I hope you haven't bloody well been bothering Mr..."
"I'm Ross Savill, Mr Lindley, and Stephen's been no bother.  I'll just get
his coat."  As I fetched his coat, I heard Stephen's dad muttering angrily.
"Well, here we go Stephen!" I said as I returned to the doorway "I'll see
you around Stephen!"  He turned grinned and winked at me as he walked off
with his dad.


To be continued...?