Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an225037@anon.penet.fi (Baloo)
Date: Sat, 22 Jul 1995 14:44:01 UTC
Subject: Stevie's Story - from Cub Scout Camp (Pedo, b/M)
********WARNING************
This is a paedophilic story about sexual love and contact between
a man and boy(s).
If you are under the age of consent in your country, please do
not read further.
If reading or possessing this is going to make you a criminal in
your country, think hard before continuing. I take no
responsibility for any consequences to you.
If you are unable to distinguish fantasy from reality, and think
this story might make you go out and behave in a criminal way in
your country, do not read it. You are responsible for your own
actions, and if not, should not be allowed out without
supervision.
If this type of story is not to your taste, and you are going to
find it distressing and unpleasant, then why are you reading it?
The posting should be clearly marked, and if not the warning is
clear enough. Go find something better to do with your time than
wasting it on things you will not enjoy.
To the rest of you, I hope you enjoy this story.
******************************************
Many people have asked, after the Cub Scout Camp Story, for more
background about some of the people. Well, only last week young
Stevie turned up on my doorstep, along with a gentleman friend a
few years younger than himself, and asked if he could stay a few
days. Naturally I agreed, but asked if I could finally write the
story of how he first realised how much he enjoyed the company of
the well-endowed. Well folks, this is it, and though I hardly
believe it myself, this is the story he swears is true.
*********** Stevie's Story ***************
The little boy ran along the corridor towards the open front
door, launching himself into a forward roll as he exited. As he
came upright, he continued the move, slipping sideways into a
cartwheel, enjoying the cool air brushing against his skin, the
sun's rays caressing his limbs.
Unexpectedly, at the apex of his tumbling, he hit what seemed to
be a brick wall in the usually empty path. He crashed in an
untidy heap, arms and legs askew. The tall man he had hit was
wearing a dark blue boiler suit, and was carrying a large tool
bag in his hand, and he looked down, slightly surprised, but not
at all winded, at the prone boy.
What lay at his feet was a lad of about six or seven, short fair
hair framing an angelic looking face. The eyes that looked up at
him were dark and deep, brown bordering on black, filled
presently with a hurt wonderment at his sudden collision. The
only truly unusual part was that the boy was as naked as the day
he was born, and the man could not resist glancing down between
the thin legs to see what secrets lay unhidden there. He looked
with more care, thinking he had somehow mistaken the child's sex,
but no, all the lad had was a tiny protuberance, balanced over
his almost non-existent scrotum, in which his testicles were just
visible.
'Stevie,' a woman's exasperated voice called from within the
house, 'how many times have I told you to look where you are
going!'
A thin, handsome woman appeared in the doorway, wiping a plate
still wet from washing. The lad looked up at her in a sheepish
manner, and started disentangling himself from the man's legs.
'I'm so sorry about that,' the lady continued, 'they are such a
handful at that age.'
'No harm done, Mrs. Travis.' He reached down and lifted the boy
to his feet, feeling the hot smooth skin under his hands.
'You must be Mr. Gordon, the plumber, thank you for coming so
quickly,' Mrs. Travis turned her attention to her son, 'You had
best slip some shorts on while our visitor is here.'
'Don't disturb the lad just on account of me, I'll just get on
with the boiler, and he can carry on with his game.'
The lad looked up hopefully at his mother, who nodded her
agreement. In a flash he was off across the grass, spinning and
tumbling as he went, happy laughter filling the large garden.
'Right Mr. Gordon, you can get down to the boiler from the
outside cellar entrance over there, if Stevie starts to bother
you at all, give him a tap on the rear and send him out. He's
always pestering people about what they are doing, and he can be
a real nuisance.' She held her hands up in a gesture indicating
exasperated tolerance, and returned into the house.
He made his way down into the cellar, finding an old but
serviceable boiler standing in a corner. It was silent except for
a constant dripping from within. Some time later, much of the
boiler was spread across the floor, the leak into the firebox
proving much more difficult to reach than he had at first
imagined. He was far underneath the machine, hauling at a long
rusted bolt with a large wrench, when a small piping voice asked
'What'ch doing?'
There was a loud clang as his concentration wandered to the
sound, and the wench slipped from the bolt head and his hand
smashed against the underside of the metal monstrosity. He pulled
himself from underneath it's bulk, sucking at his bruised and
battered appendage, to find himself looking directly at the boy's
groin. A small hand rested on the tiny genitals, stroking softly
in the way of small boys.
'Did you hurt yourself?'
Geoffory Gordon, or GG as his mates usually called him, looked
reluctantly up at the boy's face, finding those beautiful eyes
looking down at him in concern, the brow above lined with worried
creases. Still trying to draw away the pain from his abused hand,
he shook his head. The look of concern was immediately replace by
a happy smile.
'That's alright then, I thought you had hurt yourself when I
asked you what you were doing.' Stevie crouched down on his
haunches beside GG, and peered into the gloom under the boiler.
'It's broken, isn't it.' stating, rather than asking, 'I had to
wash in a bowl in the kitchen because the water was too cold to
have a shower.'
GG swallowed as this beautiful child rocked back and forth on his
heals, totally naked and unselfconscious beside him. All his life
he had kept his feelings for boys hidden, except for once when he
travelled down to Piccadilly Circus in London. There he had found
a young looking teenager who had offered to come back to his
hotel room and have sex, but once there had threatened to scream
unless GG gave him all the money he had.
Looking at the smooth golden brown skin of this angel beside him,
GG felt the involuntary rising of his organ, pressing hard inside
his underwear. He swallowed again, before speaking.
'Yes lad, and I'm busy trying to fix it. You'd better run along
before you get dirty.'
'Don't matter,' the child replied, dropping to his hands and
knees, the better to see beneath the boiler, 'Mum'll just turn
the hose in the garden on for me.'
The sight of the little bottom waving in the air almost caused an
instant coronary in the plumber, the small cheeks were parted
slightly giving a glimpse of a tiny puckered rose within. He
reached a hand over to rest gently on the boy's back, for the
dual purposes of preventing the lad hitting his head when he got
up, and to feel again the satin warmth of his body.
Stevie glanced round at the man as the hand rested between his
shoulder blades, then returned to peering into the dark recesses
in the fat corners of the boiler. The man had changed colour, and
seemed to be sweating, but the lad shrugged it off as not
unusual, after all the milkman had dropped a whole crate of milk
the first time he had visited the house. Adults did do some daft
things! The man's hands moved round to his sides, and he felt
himself being pulled gently from underneath the overhanging
metal. He liked the feel of the strong hands holding him, and
felt a tingle between his legs as his little penis shivered to
itself.
'Best you come out from there before you hurt yourself' GG
muttered half to himself and half to the boy. The palms of the
lads hands and along his knees were now streaked with the soot
which was liberally sprinkled over the floor. Looking at him, he
also realised there was a visible hand print on the childs back,
and matching ones on either hip where GG had hauled him out. The
thought of how he might explain the marks to the boy's mother lay
beyond the reach of his labouring brain, so he asked the question
that had been on his mind since arriving at the house.
'Do you always go around without clothes?'
'Yes,' the lad replied, as if he was often asked, which was the
case, 'Except when we go out, or I go to school. Mum says it
saves on washing, and that it's good for me to be in the sun.
Look, I'm brown all over!'
He lifted his arms skywards, and twirled slowly on the spot,
proudly showing off his perfect tan. As he faced the man again,
he dropped a hand to his penis, pinching and fingering the short
protuberance, trying to bring back the tingling feeling. He
looked curiously towards the man's groin, and as he has
suspected, there was a growing lump where his penis was. Like the
milkman, lots of the men who came to the house had the same sort
of lump, and Stevie guessed that it was something to do with the
tingling feeling. He saw the direction of the man's gaze was at
his own little penis, and a thought came into his head.
'Do you want to touch my penis?' he asked, careful to pronounce
the word correctly. His mother had shown him a book with pictures
of boys and girls and men and women, all with the right names for
the bits of their bodies. He was quite proud that he knew all the
right words, while other kids in his class were calling it a pee-
pee, or 'my thingy'. His Mum had also told him what the bits were
for, but the idea of doing anything like that with a girl was
gross. She had also told him he should never do anything he
didn't want to with his penis, and he must tell her if anyone
made him. But the idea of the man holding him made him tingle all
over, especially between the legs!
Hesitantly, GG reached forward to caress the boy's minute
genitals. Beneath his touch they felt like delicate jewels, the
ruby of his little glans, and the oyster covered pearls of
testicles pulled hard against the young body. He pulled the boy
unresisting to him, groin close to his face where he could
examine the lad more carefully. The lad's penis was virtually all
head, with no real length of shaft before it joined his body,
unlike anything GG had seen in rare photographs, or the one film
he had seen in the distant past. He brushed his fingers over the
boy in a dream, savouring every moment of this incredible
experience. Stevie opened his knees wide and arched his back,
thrusting himself towards the hand that was making him feel more
wonderful than ever before in his short life. As the man's thumb
rubbed against his penis, and his index and middle fingers pushed
the small lumps of his testicles, the other two fingers slipped
under the boy, till one brushed against the small anus. Stevie
jumped slightly and gasped, it was as if the touch had shot a
bolt of electricity from his bottom to the top of his head, not
painful, but exhilarating. The man had pulled his hand away when
the boy jumped, but the lad grabbed his hand and pushed it back
to where it was. GG realised the lad had enjoyed the accidental
touch, so now move his other hand behind the lad to the soft
buttocks, and massaged them gently, slowly moving his fingers to
the target zone. As he ran his finger round the rim of the boy's
anus, the lad pushed back his bottom, trying to get more contact.
'Do you want me to put a finger inside you?' he tentertivly
asked.
'Yes, please!' Stevie gasped out.
'If it hurts, you let me know.' GG responded, before spreading
grease from his tool bag liberally over his fingers. He
remembered the scene from that film long ago, when one of the
people had put several fingers into the bottom of one of the
others, and made sure to lubricate the soft valley leading to the
boy's anus, before pushing gently with the tip of his finger. To
his surprise, although the sphincter pressed firmly round his
digit, there was no real resistance to his probing. He could feel
the strong muscle grip at his knuckle, and the soft warmth of the
young intestine beyond.
The lad let out a sigh as the man started to probe his insides,
the lump of his second finger joint a constant pleasure as it
slipped in and out of his bottom. He ground his genitals against
the man's chin, now close together, and his pleasure mounted as
he felt the rough surface of the man's tounge run over his most
intimate places, sandpapery shaven cheeks nuzzling between his
young thighs.
GG closed his lips gently round the head of Stevie's penis,
trying to draw more of the boy into his mouth. Though the little
organ now pulsed hot, it had remained as before, with virtually
no shaft. By stretching the tip of his tounge to it's limits, he
found he could just slide it into the tiny gap between the boy's
belly and his glans, eliciting the most intensely erotic groaning
from the small chap. Pulling his index finger from the boy, he
half crossed his two main digits, and making them as one, thrust
again at the waiting pucker. As easily as before, they slid into
the lad, his sphincter opening to the unaccustomed width with
ease. GG found he could now push his fingers apart in any
direction, and the boy just wiggled and squirmed in extacsy,
until, with unexpected suddenness, he gasped, and collapsed
limply into the man's arms.
He held the boy, panicking that he had gone into some kind of
fit. The lad lay there, eyes glazed over in a dreamy haze,
expression like a well fed and contented puppy resting on his
face. Slowly, he regained some semblance of awareness, looked up
into GG's eyes, and smiled broadly.
'That was triffic, can we do it again, Mr. Gordon?'
'My friends call me GG, I think we count as friends, don't you?'
'Yer,' Stevie agreed, snuggling up to e large companion, 'but
only if we can do it some more!'
He could feel the hard lump in GG's boiler suit pressing against
his bottom, and a mischievous grin lit up his face. He reached
under himself to rub the long rod that he now knew was the man's
penis. GG looked startled as the small boy started to take the
initiative, fingers clawing at the rough material protecting his
groin. Lying back he undid the buttons down the front of his
coverall, exposing his hairy chest and lower down, his
underpants. The boy's quick hands reached in to them, and
released the now rampant adult cock to the light of day. Small
fingers played eagerly along it's length, astonished at the size
of it.
'Gosh, it's big! Will mine get this big?'
'When you get older, but not for a long time yet.' GG explained
'Anyhow, I'm not that big, just about average.'
Stevie examined his trophy more closely, sniffing at it, then
lapping along it with his tiny tounge. GG groaned at the tender
touches, then almost came as the lad swallowed the head of his
organ into his hot little mouth. He looked down at the bobbing
head, occasionally feeling Stevie's sharp young teeth catch on
the edge of the large glans. Although the child seemed desperate
to swallow as much of the man's penis as he could, he found there
was still room to wrap both his hands round the exposed shaft,
which he gripped like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly the lad sat
back on his heels, grip still tight, strands of precome
stretching from his mouth to the now moist cock.
'You put this inside a girl to make babies, don't you.' The
catamite stated, 'but men who like other men put it up each
others bottoms.'
He looked at GG directly in the eye before continuing.
'Mine's too little to put in you, but you can put yours in me if
you like.'
The thought that any boy might ever offer to do that was far
beyond GG's wildest dreams, in fact the whole episode was far in
excess of anything he had ever imagined, but this was such a
little boy, yet so wonderful.
'How old are you anyhow?' he asked, delaying to bring him self
back to reality.
'Seven, well, almost.'
'Do you do this with anyone else?'
'No, but I've wanted to, and your fingers in my bottom were
great, so your penis should be even better!'
'It might hurt you.'
'Can stop if it does, please say yes.' the lad started a
wheedling sound in his voice, knocking down GG's feeble defences.
After all, as long as the kid was willing, he might as well get
hung for a sheep as a lamb.
'OK, but let's use some of that grease on me first.'
The lad eagerly reached into the tin of thick lubricant, and
began to plaster it all over the solid rod before him. As soon as
he had finished, he swung a leg over the now prone man, and
facing him, lowered himself downwards. GG placed a hand on the
boy's hips to steady him, and gasped as the boy's bottom first
touched the swollen head of his prick. Stevie wiggled his bottom,
til he felt the tip of the man's organ press against his hole,
then pushed down steadily. It was quite hard work to get the
first bit inside him, not painful, but difficult, and at one
point he almost took his feet off the ground to get all his small
weight pushing down, but once he started, he felt himself slip
gently down the thick shaft. His tummy began to feel full as more
of the man went inside him, then he heard his stomach rumble a
bit, and he let out a loud, long burp. To his surprise, as the
air escaped from inside him, he slid further down the man's penis
til he was sitting completely on him, the hair all around the
adult's bits tickling at his bum hole. He looked at GG, but the
man had his eyes closed, and a big smile on his face.
Stevie twisted his hips, and a wave of pleasure swept up his
body. He started to grind at the man's groin, sliding up and down
on the impaling shaft, wiggling in all directions as he did so.
The man moved his own hips, adding unexpected and ever more
wonderful feelings to Stevie. He could feel the same kind of
explosion of feelings he had experienced as GG sucked at him
earlier, but this time it was getting bigger, building up to a
height he had never thought possible. The tingling in his little
penis and testicles had reached a point where he thought they
were going to explode, and he started to sing at the top of his
voice!
The sound of the boy's high, clear voice as he bounced up and
down was the final straw for GG, and he came what felt like
gallons inside the boy's bottom. Yet the lad continued his
movements, increasing the rapidity of his jerking, until,
finally, as GG's cock began to soften, he collapsed once more,
having reached his own personal Nervana.
************* The End *************
Thank you for reading this far. I hope you have enjoyed the
story, and if you have any comments, please send them on.
Constructive critisim is always welcome. Flames, well, if you
have got this far and still want to flame me, go ahead, I'll
ignore them anyhow, so you will have wasted yet more of your
time.
Baloo.