Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2006 00:11:36 +1000
From: Lake
Subject: The Swimming Pool, The Boy and Me pt 2

The disclaimer!!!

These writings are a work of fiction, the adult and boy exist only in the
imagination of the author.  Consensual, sexual acts between an adult and a
minor do occur and, therefore, if it is against the law of your country
don't precede any further.  Of course, if you like a bit of titillation
then...read on.

  Only a guy in my situation would fret about being seen with an 8yo boy in
public.  To the rest of the world he was my nephew, my little
bother...hell, even my son!  But to me he was the boy I was about to do
untold things with and for that reason alone I was shitting myself.
  "What's your name?" I asked him.
  "Steve."  He quickly replied
  "Hey, Steve, I'm Joe.".  Of course I was lying, I couldn't tell him my
real name.  I dared not reveal too much to him at all.  I hated this deceit
and plotting but what else could I say or do?
  Steve lived near by and it didn't take long to get there but just before
we entered his street, my deceitful mind began to work over time again.
"Do you have a back way into your house, Steve?  Only, well, perhaps it can
be our secret entrance."  Secret entrance?  I was looking for a way to get
into his house without his neighbours seeing some suspect stranger enter
the house with him.  Again, I hated lying but I had to, for my protection
as well as his.  Steve told me to follow him.
  We walked about 100m down an alley which lead onto the gardens and then
finally into his back garden.  Until now I'd been nervous, but at this
moment in time I could have thrown up – the line I crossed over when I
kissed him in the shower was as far from me now as Jupiter is from the sun.
I was so nervous about being caught that I'd not even taken the time to
savour how stunning Steve actually was, and how touched I was that he chose
me.  "Are your sure your parents aren't in?"  I asked.
  "They won't be back for hours", he said.  Those 6 words were the most
he'd said to me since we'd met.  I was happy he was getting used to my
company.  As we reached the back door he turned to me and said "Hold on."
As Steve raced to the front of the house, I held on, preying he hadn't run
to tell a neighbour.  After thirty seconds had past I heard the lock of the
back door come undone and to my relief, standing in the door was Steve with
his usual smile beaming right back at me.  I stepped into the house and
closed the door behind me.
  We were standing in his kitchen staring at one another, "so, we're here",
I said to him, trying to fill the dead air with something.  If I was this
nervous, I could only begin to imagine how nervous he must have been.  "So,
erm, can I touch you?", I bleated out!  I must have sounded like such a
jerk but if Steve thought as much, he didn't show it, instead he simply
said "sure.".
  I knelt down in front of him again and touched his smooth face with my
hand, feeling the contours of his wet lips with my fingers.  I went in for
another kiss, his mouth parting for my tongue and once again I tasted his
boy spit.  I pulled back realising that I was with an 8yo boy, "do you know
what that's called?" I asked.
  "it's a kiss"
  "yes, it's a kiss, but this is a special kiss.  It's called a French
Kiss.  Do you want to know about one?"
  "It feels funny", he giggled.
  "It is kinda funny really – having someone else's tongue in your mouth is
funny.  Unlike normal kisses though, French Kisses are saved for people you
really really like.  Just like I really like you".  Steve smiled and moved
to kiss me, but this time he tried to kiss me back and I felt his tongue
dart hin and out like a tadpole on heat.  He had no idea...and yet, he had
every idea.  The boy was amazing but the kiss definitely lacked lust – I
could have taken it further but he wouldn't have been into it and it would
have felt forced.  After a moment, I pulled away and decided I needed to
tutor him.
  "Hey, you're pretty good at this.  You know what the best thing to do
when French kissing?"  There was no answer, so I continued, "It's to lie
down next to each other and do it.  You wanna show me your bedroom?"
  Steve smiled, and raced towards the stairs and I eagerly followed.  I
chased him up the stairs and into his bedroom.  Lining the walls were
posters of cars, in particular F1 racing – the boy was a fanatic.  Then I
saw dotted along his bed were 5 teddy bears, all worn out with love.  I
felt wonderment as I looked around, took in the scent and started to get to
know more about this wonderful boy.
  "So, you're an F1 fan, eh?  What do you think about Damon Hill retiring?"
I asked, to which Steve began to explain to me how he thought Hill was no
match for his father who was head over heels a better driver then his son.
I'd found a way to communicate with him and it was wonderful.  Steve kept
talking and I decided that it was time for a bit of rough and tumble so
wrestled him onto his bed whilst tickling his stomach.  Steve began to
giggle wildly so I tickled some more – it was obvious he enjoyed it.  Then
I stopped, stared at Steve and began to kiss him.  This time my tongue was
forcing his to work for it and slowly but surely he was getting it and his
tongue was intertwining with mine.  I pulled back.
  "Steve, do you ever get lost in your thoughts when you think out F1?  Do
you ever get so caught up in thinking about the engines and the speed that
you forget what you're doing?" I asked.
   "sure" he replied, "I get into trouble a lot at school when I do."
  "hehe, that's cool."  I said, "well when you kiss, imagine you're day
dreaming and let your self get carried away with the emotion you're
feeling.  Do you feel good when we kiss?"
  "for sure" he said eagerly.
  "That's great.  So this time, let yourself day dream when we kiss and
think about the kiss and let your tongue explore my tongue and let your
hands explore my body.  You wanna try that?"
  "for sure" he again replied. We began to kiss again and this time more
slowly and soon for the first time I could feel the passion rise from Steve
and his tongue began to really work on mine.  I decided to let my hands
explore his body to see if his would get to know mine.  I slipped my hands
under his shirt and began to roam around his smooth, thin body.  His
nipples were soft and small and though they didn't protrude much, I could
still play with them.  I wanted to badly to rip his clothes off but was
concerned that I should not let myself go too soon and too quickly.  We
continued to kiss more passionately now, Steve was beginning to really let
himself go and it felt like I was kissing an adult.  He had caught on
quickly.  I began to explore other parts of his face with my lips and
slowly began to kiss his cheeks, bite on his lip and then lick round his
neck.  Although I could still taste the chlorine from the pool, there was
also a sweet musky smell...boy scent.  I pulled back.
  "Steve, you are so good at this, you're really turning me on".  I took
his hand and put it on my crotch so he could feel my erection underneath
the jeans I was wearing.  "When a guy gets turned on, his dick gets hard".
  Steve grabbed my hand and took it to his crotch and I could feel his tiny
boy dick was hard as rock.  "so you're enjoying this too, eh?"  I asked
cheekily. Steve didn't say anything, he just smiled and nodded.
  We began to kiss again, this time more heavily, Steve was really getting
into it, so I slipped my hand up his shirt and then took his shirt over his
head and off.  It was summer and Steve had obviously been on holidays – his
body was heavily tanned and the dark colour highlighted his pecs and his
stomach.  I began to kiss and lick his body with furious delight and paid
close attention to his smooth arm pits which tasted particularly delicious.
  I quickly took my shirt off and allowed our skin to touch and we began to
kiss again.  This boy was really turning me on.
  "Steve, you are so hot"
  "Thanks Joe", he replied.
  "I have to ask, have you done this before?"  I was curious as to how this
boy had picked up kissing and touching so quickly.
  "no, why?"  He answered.
  "well, if I'm honest, most adults say that boys your age shouldn't be
doing stuff like this because you're not ready yet but", I felt his dick
again, "seems to me you're more then ready.
  Steve giggled added, "but I like doing this.  It's cool".
  "I'm glad you like it," I said, "It's important you like it and that you
tell me if you ever don't like anything that we do together because I may
want to take it further then you actually can or should go."  Steve looked
confused.  "Ok", I said, "let me show you".
  I proceeded to take off my jeans and my underwear to reveal my dripping
wet, 7 inch cock.  Steve smiled.  "you see that hair around my penis
steve?"
  "sure he said".
  "That's called pubic hair and you'll get pubic hair in about 4 years time
and your penis will also grow.  It means you're turning into an adult and
can producer semen to have babies.".
  "Semen?"
  "Yeah, Seman – it's a white liquid".  This must have sounded odd to him,
so I simply added "wanna see some?" I'd been gagging to cum since I first
saw him, this was the perfect excuse.
  "Sure, that would be cool".
  "Ok, what I need to do is something called "jerk off" where I pull the
skin back and forth over my penis like this."  I began to jerk myself off
and Steve began to watch intently.  As I jerked, I moved my hand to his and
pulled his hand over to my cock and let him touch it.  He looked at me in
wonderment and began to pull my skin.  At first he rushed too hard but I
was too into it to care.  Though he'd broken my usual rhythm, it was
amazing to see his little hand work my hard cock.
  I held my hand over his and began to help him jerk me off in the way I
was used to, and let my other hand massage his tiny frame.  My cock was
ready to explode, I was in heaven.
  "Lie down", I told him.  Steve lay down on his bed and I knelt over him
and in a fury of lust, I spilt my seed all over his chest and stomach.
  "wow!"  Steve exclaimed!
  Wow indeed as I shot a good tablespoon of cum all over his soft skin.  As
I was still dripping cum, I knelt down and began to lick up my cum and then
proceeded to kiss him with it still in my mouth.  Steve embraced the kiss
with fury – it shocked me how much he was into it.  Our saliva mixed with
the cum to produce the most passionate kiss I'd ever had.
  "you're amazing", I told him and then looked down at his chest, "but we
best get you cleaned up and I should get going".
  "awwww, ok", he said sadly.
  "Hey, this isn't the end...i hope.  It's just that this is so dangerous
what I'm doing.  You know that right?"
  "I guess.  I think you're cool.  You're nice to me"
  "Thanks Steve.  You can't tell anyone about this, though.  You know that
right?  It has to be our secret."
  "I promise".  He let out his biggest grin and I knew I could trust him.
We went to the bathroom and got him cleaned up.

To Be Continued

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