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Subject: A Beautiful Day, Part 1 A Beautiful Day Part 1 by Chaim ail Reactions are welcome at ail Please let me know what you think, as always, I love compliments and suggestions, it makes me get the next story out faster. Thanks! If you have any comments or constructive criticism on how I can improve, please let me know. English is not my mother tongue, so we sometimes say things differently than in English-speaking countries. Support Nifty to keep this site open and free! It was a beautiful day and I walked along in our local park. The Queen Maxima park is huge, a forest bordered it on three sides. There is a large green field, were and a lake. That day I sat down on one of the benches that lined the lake and opened my laptop to finish my story Brian’s Tutor for Nifty and wrote the last lines: ‘I moved Brian to the end of the bed, soon he was leaning over the bed and fucked back loving me entering him again. I wanted this kid so much and had waited so long to fuck him, now I had him a second time. Shit, he was still very tight. I could feel his warm hole accept my cock. I filled him, fucked him. My assault continued, as my boy’s hole was hungrily waiting for more. I looked down at bRian as I was near my climax. I panted and felt it start to rush through my body and it hit me like a wave. I was erupting inside his hole, spasm after spasm, my cock was swollen and spraying like a fire hose inside of his little pussy. I lost count of how many times I shot, but the cum was dripping out of his hole and I was still cumming. As my orgasm subsided, I looked down at Brian, he was shooting another load as his own teen cock fired warm streams of hot ropy cum all over the place. I will never wash again, I thought as I stuffed his butt. “You do this to me next time I see you, I want it so much,” Brian pleaded. “I’m coaching you so yes of course, I will do your hole every time I see you if you want.” I replied. “Fuck yes, I want to have you in me and I want your cum. Never mind the homework just put that cock up me and spunk hard. I want it more than anything.” Brian sighed as he wrapped his arms around me. We lay together coated in his cum and mine leaking from his well fucked teen hole. Sleep was easy as we had little reason to wake. I would deliver Brian to his home when we woke up.’ I leaned back with a boner to catch some sun and was dreaming away abot Brian and my story. Dreaming of what it’d be like to have his little boy’s mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me till I had a wounderful orgasm. I can’t remember but must have dozed off in the warm morning sunlight. I awakened by the sound of a ball being bounced off the walkway close to me. I turned toward the sound of the ball. I was totally surprised. A young blonde teen stood very close to me. The boy was dressed in red soccer shorts and an Ajax T-shirt bouncing his ball. My eyes wandered over him. He wore a pair of really short soccer shorts above his tanned legs and his shorts looked as if he just may well have been wearing them last year too. They weren’t only short but also really tight. My eyes quickly swept up over the front of his shorts, over his crotch. The shorts were extra tight in that area, showing off his nice little package. I saw a nice little lump between his still smooth legs. I looked up to see his open and friendly face, he had a cute little nose and sparkling blue eyes. The young teen boy tooked even better than my fantasy boy I used in my story Brian’s Tutor. The boy looked quite young, maybe fourteen years old. He had stopped bouncing his soccer ball as soon as he saw me. He knew I was looking at him and he had tucked the ball underneath his arm. He stood there, staring at me. Just as I had taken in his whole body in, he seemed to be doing the same to me. The boy’s eyes stayed a bit longer on my tanned muscled legs and well filled crotch. Maybe I was just imagining it, but no, there was it again. The boy’s eyes left my face and went to my crotch and legs, down to my ankles and back up before finally making eye contact with me. “Good morning, sir,” he said shyly and looking slightly embarrassed. “Sorry, did I disturb you?” “No, you didn’t, it’s okay.” I stammered taking in the young beautiful teen standing in front of me. He must have wondered why I looked so confused, staring at him. At first it was his sparkling blue eyes and his blonde hair and his lips. Those wet red-pink lips that any girl, or boy, would die for. The teen boy’s golden tan, the boy looked beautiful, a young beauty in his early teens. “No, no, I was sort of day dreaming. Just resting a bit.” I replied sitting up straighter and putting my laptop in my rucksack. I didn’t him to know what I did. In real life it is always much better and nicer to meet a boy like this. No story can beat that feeling of the closeness of a cute boy. “Would you like to play soccer with me?” he asked then added, “There is no one around to play with me and somehow you look like a soccer player.” He sounded so young, a bit lost, hungry for attention. He stood there wobbling on his legs, uncertain and he looked very young this way. I was surprised but thought, sure! I would love to play with you, but first we have to loose your ball, second your clothes amd then… My cock got harder. I was rock hard in my shorts, making it extremely uncomfortable for me to sit. My shorts were tented and I turned slightly and dropped my arm down as I tried somewhat to hide and adjust my boner. I don’t think this young beautiful teen noticed the swelling in my shorts as he turned around gesturing to the empty park. A quick adjustment and my rock hard cock was resting tight against my groin. Young beautiful teens always gave me a instand hard-on. My cock was throbbing with excitement as my eyes wandered over his young body. “Ohhhh,” I responded with a somewhat groan, “Where are all the other kids on this fine summer day?” “There aren’t many kids now, and most of them are on holiday abroad or went swimming at the other side of the lake.” He continued and gave me his explanation, “We just moved here from Amsterdam and I don’t know anyone yet. I haven’t been to my new school. I haven’t even seen any kids my age who are interesting. I am really bored, I have no one right now. No one to play with, I mean.” The way he spoke to me was a little effeminate but he sounded so needy. God he’s gay, a little fag, he had that effeminate nature that’s only really attractive on a young boy like him. The teen boy’s voice was like music in my ears and my brain and hormones yelled: take the boy! You want to play with him! My cock, always my reliable guide in such cases knew the truth. I wanted to play with him my way. I swallowed and said as calm as possible, “Oh sorry to hear that, yes, I would love to play with you.” I responded, although not exactly thinking about soccer. My eyes traveling over that little lump in his crotch area. I already had other things that I would like to do with this lonely beautiful young teen. Although at this point I was seriously trying to control my boner. “It’s maybe not a good idea.” he said shyly. He was turning to leave, “Wait!” I said, my voice sounded urgent, “Wait! Why not? I thought you wanted to kick the ball around and to play soccer.” “Yes, I want to play, but you are maybe are too old for me to play with. I know it sounds chilish and stupid to ask.” I knew the hidden truth, in your puberty somewhere in between boy and being a man, you don’t know how to play anymore. He experienced a range of emotions. It was his puberty. At times, maybe unsecure, confused and full of desire for the new and unknown. Looking at the boy, my cock was painfully hard as it strained against my own black Adidas shorts. The boy turned to walk away, my cock throbbed happily away, lusting after this young teen with his nice firm butt outlined in those red tight shorts. The shorts were so tight the crack of his ass was divided by two melon size ass cheeks. My mouth watered looking at him. The backs of his upper legs disappeared under those tight red, too short shorts that barely covered his firm boy ass. In fact I could see the crease where his buttock meets his leg as he turned and pivoted on one leg. The boy started to walk away. My eyes feasted on his cute little ass, the cheeks swaying in tune with each step. This was so hot to watch! Hell, the teen boy was so cute, so perfect, still so young. I hoped I didn’t get too eager and hopeful, but I had to stop the boy. He was not allowed to walk on and leave, “Wait, wait. Come back here for a second. I won’t hurt you and come here just for a second. I will introduce myself snd we can become friends, after we talked and know each other you can decide what you want…” I hopefully added, kept my fingers crossed. The boy turned around and slowly walked back pondering in his lonely mind what I had just said. He was nodding his head as if in agreement. “I am Arthur,” I said standing up and sticking out my hand, “And you are?” “Samuel. My friends call me Sam though.” “Well, it looks like we are fast becoming friends. Lets see. I’m twenty-nine years old, is that’s the problem?” and then adding in my mind hoping that he already noticed, but added, “I work out, I keep myself in good shape. I play all kinds of sports, played a lot of soccer. Just ask what you want to know.” He looked at me, he was interested! I nearly whispered, “How about you?” “Hi Samuel, but friends call me Sam. I am fifteen, well almost sixteen. I will be sixteen in a few weeks.” I looked at him, his age surprised me, he looked much younger. “I love soccer and do fitness and I swim a lot. I live with my Daddy and my little brother Gideon who is seven. I don’t have any friends here yet, well except of course you now. My parents are devorced. My Daddy works long days and he is not supposed to leave me alone all day, but he says that I am old enough now.” He looked at me intensly and told me about the video games he liked, his favorite sports teams, his friends, his bike, how much he hated school. The kind of stuff that all young teen boys like to talk about. He hated his slowly devopment, the way he looked. “You look cute and young,” Sam’s face was red now. I was clear he was extremely sensitive to comments about his slow sexual development. “I know I look much younger, some people really think I’m only ten or twelve.” � smile at him, I wondered what kind of underwear he wore. I wished I could see him naked. He’s fifteen, looking only eleven, so he probably didn’t have any pubic hair at all. “No problem, but you look still rather hairless.” As far as I could tell, he was hairless as a little boy. I knew that he was at or at least approaching the age of puberty. The growth of pubes was independent of the descent of a boy’s balls or the growth of his penis, which explained his little but prominent bulge. Boys progressed in stages from boy to men, but being fifteen and nearly hairless was an exception. “Yes I know, I’m a late bloomer. I never talked about that before. I don’t think I like talking about that sort of stuff.” He whispered shy but gave me an excited grin. I changed the subject and said to him with a smile, “Well, lets kick that ball around.” Although I wasn’t going to be easy with my boner which was throbbing happily away as it excitedly pulsed at what Sam had just told me. Easy picking here, my raging hard-on shouted out, go for it! Move on him, pick him up and lets do it! I silently wished my boner away, hoping Sam hasn’t noticed the outline of my cock. What if the boy quickly glance at my crotch? There again. I was sure he stole a quick peek. Was it my imagination or were his shorts also slightly tented at the başakşehir escort front? Anyway, I was finally able to encourage my rock hard cock to simmer down and wait while we kicked the ball around although watching that tight ass wiggle in those ever so tight short shorts was certainly no help. The back of those tanned long slim legs glistening now moist in the summer heat. The sunshine was showing a hint of youthful muscle as he ran and darted around. Finally we both needed a rest and so we lay down in the shade on the cool grass side by side facing each other. After some time he asked, “Why is everybody so afraid? They warn me all the time about meeting older strangers?” I smiled, “Oh that’s bothering you. It’s because they are afraid a strange man might do sexual things to you. That’s why they warn you.” We were both lying on our sides facing each other. Plucking pieces of grass and letting them fly off in the breeze. “What would he do to me? What do you mean by sexual things?” he asked as he looked at me with his sparking blue eyes. Deep inside I knew he was testing me or the situation. He wanted to know what I thought about him and asking me to play. Was he that sweet and innocent? At fifteen you have a dirty mind, but there must be so many things he had not done in real life. I didn’t expect anything but hoped for the best, sometimes life can pleasantly surprise me. I tried, “An older stranger as you put it, can try to touch you where he isn’t supposed to touch you. Perhaps he will try to molest and fondle you in a a way you don’t like.” I told him trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. “Molesting me?” he asked looking very serious, but he was so damn cute. Oh, those young pink lips were dying to be kissed. “Molest and fondle you, in the worst case rape you. That means that he would probably try to touch you everywhere. Like putting his hands on your privates or your ass.” I said pushing myself up to a sitting position. My cock was beginning to get excited once more at the thought of what an older stranger would like to do with this beautiful young innocent boy of fifteen. Damn, I could understand such a stranger. My cock knew the truth, I wanted to be that stranger. “They say no one is allowed to touch my penis. Children rights and so on. Is that what he will do to me? Try to touch my private parts. Touching me here?” he asked kind of grabbing himself, then moving his hand quickly away. He blushed and suddenly looked extremely young when he asked, “Why would someone want to touch me here?” he sounded innocently enough, rubbing his hand over his crotch area indicating where an older stranger might touch him. “Yes. Exactly. That is where he would probably like to touch you, there and your ass. Some men like to touch boys like you, touch their penis. Fondle them, till their penis gets hard, they want to play with them.” I didn’t know what to say for a second, I said too much already. Sam just nodded his blonde head. So I continued, “You know, I think there is nothing wrong with sex. It’s very common for an older men to introduce a boy to the subject. Later, the boy will want to have sex with girls, but at you age, they often start with a friend or a man.” “They do?” he asked. “Oh, yes, Sam. Sometimes it’s with an uncle, or a neighbor. Don’t look so surprised, boy. It is of all times. In ancient Greece the boys reached puberty and they were given a mentor, an older man who supervised their lives. The Mentor would develop their minds and their bodies. He was allowed to use the boy’s body for his sexual pleasure, but mostly they enjoyed it both. I swear I’m not making this up. You know, in ancient Greece this was normal, older men teached the boys even younger than you. They showed them the pleasure of sex. Older men and young boys had sex and enjoyed it.” “Oh,” he said. “Here and now it is different. We are more prudish, we think differently, we think that sex is not good for children under the age of sixteen. Believe me a lot of boys your age have been molested by older men. That is what it is called, being molested, or playing nasty, but the men don’t want to hurt the boy. Look at it as a nice game of a man teaching and experimenting with a young boy. Have you ever been touched or molested before?” “No, I never had sex with anyone,” Sam’s face blushed again. I took the risk, damn, I went on, “Well, for example when you are alone do you touch yourself, I mean touch your penis? You play with it? Make your penis hard and throbbing? Every boy does that. Do you?” I asked taking things up a notch or two. “Oh yes, I do,” he answered shyly, lowering his head, “Yes, I do. I mean my penis gets really hard and I touch it, of course I do. ” I nodded my head to encourage him, it basically took all of my control to not touch him. Basically, he’s an amazing looking boy needing it all the way. I whispered, “What do you do?” “Sometimes I do it in my room. I mean, I take my penis in my hand and stroke it.” I imagened Sam in his bed, give his teen penis a few wanks. I watched as he takes his throbbing penis stroking it. Sam’s foreskin peels back and forth over the head of his penis. He groans and it feels so good. The thought watching this young teen boy wanking himself in his bed made me so horny, “Well, you see in a way you are fondling and touching yourself doing so. Some people might even say you are molesting yourself but it is natural. You Daddy must have told you that. All boys and men do it.” I said controlling my urge to molest one of the cutest teen boys I have seen. I wanted to slide my hand up his smooth leg, over his crotch and yank those tight shorts off and toss them off into the bush. Followed by his underwear, getting him naked from the waist down. Flip him over, getting between his smooth legs, spreading them, wide as I devoured his little treasure. I will lick those maybe hairless teen balls. Make him cum over and over, again and again. Shooting his boy loads till his little eggs were empty. I would like to flip him over and to have his exquisite ass, before kneeling over him and mounting him. Right here, right now. Raping him, fucking him, oh yes! He would love it! I didn’t want to hurt him and I wanted to make sure he understood about those things before doing anything. I needed to wait until the time was right, just to be sure. So, it was a wild fantasy, but of course I did not! “But why?” Sam asked as he also sat up. “Well that’s it. He would probably force to you touch his man cock, while he is playing with your penis. That’s exactly what everybody is so upset about, the age difference and the fact that someone forces you into something you maybe don’t want. When you play with your cock, it gives you a good feeling?” I asked. Up another notch. Sam smiles at me, “Hmmmmm. Yes of course it does. My friend used to call it the ‘tickles’, I know I’m getting horny.” Sam’s hand made a quick adjustment in his shorts. And he confessed suddenly proud, “I feel my orgasm as my penis will start squirting my warm juice.” I was surprised, to be honest I hadn’t even thought about the possibility that Sam would have sperm, but he told me now his small penis ejaculated on his belly. Oh yes, I wanted to taste it, my mouth filled with his warm delight. I wanted to enjoy the sweet, boyish taste of it. Sam’s young penis wouldn’t squirt very much sperm and what there would be was his boy cum, what must taste very exciting. Sam had his own thoughts, “I mean it feels good. But what I mean, having someone else, I mean a man, touch you there, does that feel good?” “Well of course. it will. Just as long as he doesn’t hurt you or something. When I was a teen about your age an older friend of my brother touched me. Touched my penis, wanked me.” I said stretching out my legs. He did the same thing. It was obvious that we both had boners that were making us feel uncomfortable. “What did it feel like? Did you like it? Did he hurt you?” “No, he didn’t hurt me and yes, I remember really liking it. It did feel really good. I must have been around your age. I was like you, only nearly fourteen. Maybe even a bit younger than you. Of course I never told anyone, accept you now, but I really liked it. It gave me a special feeling. Made me tingle all over, I became horny and it was great to cum for the first time with someone else.” I said as I uncrossed my fingers. “Maybe we could… ” he struttered. “You want me to touch you?” I asked in hopefully. I dreamed about this moment. “Yes, just quickly, so I will know. I want to know how it feels when someone else is touching me.” he asked almost in a whisper as he lay back down drawing his knees up and spreading them, letting his legs flop to the side, preparing himself to be fondled. Right here! Several notches were skipped. The boy exposed himself to me, but was he ready for the next step? “Are you sure?” I asked drumming my fingertips lightly on the inside of his leg. My cock once more painfully hard as I felt the cool silky skin against my fingertips. “Yes, do it, do it to me. Show me what your older friend did with you.” he said moaning and snapping his knees together as my fingers slid between his slim quivering thighs causing his legs to flop back. He was allowing my hand to move up over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Sam groaned softly keeping his legs bent and spread to each side. “This is what a man wants to do to you.” I added as my fingers left the silkiness of his slim inner thigh and moved lightly over his tented shorts. I could feel the tight lump of his teen balls. At that point I used my thumb and forefinger to travel over the bump in his shorts, causing him to gasp a little as my finger and thumb stroked him. He squirmed slightly, thrusting his hips up trying to get more contact. Eyes closed, mouth slightly open, tip of his pink tongue poking out across his white teeth. Suddenly I stopped, I abruptly pulled my hand away telling him, “That is what my brother’s friend liked to do to me. He touched me there, he fondled me, made my penis rock hard. That felt so good, believe me. but I was not sixteen and the law says you have to be sixteen to have sex. That’s what everybody is upset about.” I said to him taking in his beauty. There he was, a of the young fifteen year old boy lying spread out before me. Legs bent at the knees, his knees touching the grass. Slim, shapely, tanned, still boyish legs, tented crotch. Sam’s eyes were still closed. He was taking it all in. Almost panting. Suddenly opening his eyes he said, “Why did you stop? It felt so good, my penis, I mean my penis is hard and it hurts.” It felt so good to Sam, he begged for more, but it felt even better to me. He was so sweet and innocent, so soft and smooth. I was staring at the little penis as I fondled it lovingly, feeling my cock between my legs growing more and more excited though it was now hard enough to burst, Sam’s innocent mind was filled with hormonal desires. The boy needed relief so badly, absolutely had to have his penis rubbed. I answered him, “Well, I stopped because I shouldn’t be doing this, as I explained to you. What I mean is, we shouldn’t be doing this, you are not sixteen. I could be in a lot of trouble, besides the my brother’s friend did do other things to me that made me feel really good. I mean that he shouldn’t do that, but he did. I was about your age, so it was forbidden, but wonderful.” Suddenly he became rebellious, “Like what? I’m not an idiot and I have Internet. Fuck the law, I’m not a little kid. What other things did he do to you?” he asked excitedly as he sat up. “What else would he do to you that would make you feel good. You can halkalı escort tell me, all my friends talking shit. I mean, they say it’s gay, and gay is stupid or worse. Can you show me what he did to you? I won’t ever tell anyone, I promise! I really promise. I am good at keeping secrets. I want to feel and know what did he to you, what felt so great.” “Well if you are sure. Are you sure that you won’t tell anyone?” I asked, my boner leaking like crazy in my shorts pleading to be freed. “Yes. I won’t tell. Tell me what he did, what a man could do with me. I mean can you show me? What did he do to you when you were my age? Please, put your hand back here like it was and all.” he added as he slowly rubbed his hand over his tented crotch. “Well yes. First of all he put his hand in my shorts and really touched my penis. I mean, he wanted me naked and pulled my shorts off, so that I was naked. Tommy, that was his name played with my penis. Rubbed his fingers all over my penis, even kissed it and later sucked it like a lollipop. Tom forced himself on me, really he did whatever he wanted to do with me.” I said getting myself more and more excited at where this was going. “Sucked it and kissed your cock,” Sam stammered, his eyes seemingly getting bigger as he thought about having his cock kissed and sucked. Sam’s fingers grabbed at his crotch. Legs now stretched out in front of him. Pulling one leg up and flipping it to the side as he groped himself. “Oh yes, believe me, he went also after my butt, my ass. Well, Sam you have a really cute sexy looking bum yourself. You have a nice butt, a friend or older man can want that. I mean, to feel your ass too.” I added hopefully, “Just like Tommy did to me when I was a boy like you. He told me that I was beautiful, he told me I was cute and sexy. You are a very beautiful boy too. I think you are sexy and cute, just like I was at your age.” Sam looked at me, he was excited and willing to try everything. “My bum too. Oh wow! Yes, my Daddy says that I have a cute bum too.” he whispered, almost panting at the thought. “What else? How would a friend do that? Where? What happened to you? What did Tom do? What did he make you do? Were you scared?” He was squirming, tugging at his shorts almost as if he wanted to pull them off. The shorts were so tight they were making his boner very uncomfortable. “Wait a second, so many questions. It happened like this, I will tell you my story. I lived on the country side and one day I went with a friend fishing. After an hour he went home and I stayed myself. It was a kind of a lonely spot by the river. Suddenly there was Tom standing next to me. It seemed he had come out of nowhere. Like I said Tom was my brother’s buddy. He sat next to me and told me that I was a beautiful little boy. Tommy told me he visited my brother often just to see me. At first I liked what I he was saying, I felt proud, nobody said such things to me before to me. Tom was a kind, well built man, I admired his physical strength and was probably in his twenties, fairly short but with the muscular build of someone who has done heavy physical excercise all his life. My parents warned me that I was never, ever, to go with a stranger, nor was I to get too friendly with another adult man whatever. Tommy made me feel good. He told that he liked beautiful boys like me so much he wanted to touch them. I felt his nearness and he got behind me and his hand went over my mouth as I felt my head being pulled back onto Tom’s shoulder. He just grabbed me. It happened all too fast. I did not panic nor tried to pull free. The gloved hand covered my mouth. It was held firmly, there was no way I could break free from the strength of his hold. Strange enough this made mr completely hard and my penis started to swell and stick out. Now it bulged aganst my shorts, tenting them as Tom’s other hand slipped round to feel it and grasp it. My body folded into this position of helplessness and powerlessness. Tom took my angle rod and pulled me into the bushes. I was shocked, it happened fast and Tom stroked my young little body and made me to take off my shorts. He made me turn around, even bend over. He made me use my hands to spread my bum cheeks apart for him. Tom told me he wanted to see my little ass hole. Yes, I was very scared but I did everything he told me to do. Tom began playing with my penis until it was hard. Then he knelt down and took it in his mouth like I told you. Like a real cock sucker, he kissed and licked my penis and sucked on it. Giving me the tingles like you get in your bed stroking your penis. Only he did it, another man as sucking my penis. Some time later he pulled out his man sized cock and started to stroke himself. I mean, he played with his cock until he shot his white stuff all over me! I remember taking his white stuff in my hand. It felt slippery and sticky and so I used my slippery hand to stroke my own penis. Make myself harder, have the tingles once more. I couldn’t stop. It felt so good and shot my own boy cum.” “Oh. Wow, were you scared?” he asked with wide eyes as his hand stroked his crotch a little faster. “Yes, to be honest with you.” I answered, “Guess I was a little but he didn’t hurt me and he gave me that horny tingle feeling over and over. Even after he left, I did it to myself once more. I guess I was more excited than scared. But I was scared a little. I think, it was so new for me and I was your age.” Sam licked his lips, “Oh, I see. I would be scared too. I wouldn’t want to take my shorts off either. I wouldn’t want to pull them down and show my penis, I mean my cock and my ass. Wow, he saw your naked body and touched you. I wanted to know what you really felt with him.” he said adjusting himself once more. “So, you want to know how I felt?” I asked once again hopefully. “Yes, I guess. You said it was a good feeling.” he replied. “Are you sure? I mean you can’t tell your friends. You just want to know how I felt when he made me take my shorts off, don’t you?” I asked making sure he knew what was going to happen. “You got kind of pretend you were me when I was your age. Just to see how I felt and what it was like. Okay?” “Oh yes, just to feel what it’s like when a man would touch me. I mean touched you.” he said sounding somewhat excited. “Are you sure about this?” I asked. “Yes, I am sure. I want to hear everything. I have the feeling I can learn a lot of you.” he answered all thoughts of finding play mates or to play succer were gone. I was sure of that, the kid was horny and wanted more, maybe much more. He had a boner, that begged for attention and release. “Stand up, little teen boy. Remember Tom made me do these things. Tom nearly yelled at me, but I will not do that. Stand up, if you want to feel what I felt.” I asked Sam, looking around to make sure that we were still alone. I explained to Sam, “He ordered me to pull your shorts down to your ankles. He said, do it now, or I will help you! You understand that? I will do the same now, just pretend you are me a lot of years ago…” Sam nodded his blonde head, he understood. Tom wanted me to get naked, and said to me that I had do it myself otherwise he would yank them down for me, just do it! Sam stood up rather quickly hooking his thumbs in his waistband and just as quickly his shorts dropped to his ankles but the tented cotton of his briefs kept away everything from me. “Turn around, Sam.” I ordered him, “and lift up your shirt. I want to see your bum, like Tom wanted to see mine. Remember, he was my brother’s boddy, who told me what to do, so you can see and feel how I felt!” I wishispered now, repeating my request, “Turn around, Sam” Sam understood it, and he quickly raised his shirt up, showing me one of the most delicious young bubble butts. It was an absolutly perfect ass in every way. Two tight melon size cheeks, tight and looking like white marble. Beautifully pronounced, so firm., oo nicely rounded. Ass cheeks tight together, believe me, I wanted to pry them apart using my thumbs to see his young boy cunt. I was sure he was a virgin and his boy pussy needed a lot of attention. Fuck, how could I be so close to such a beautiful boy without being physical in some way, besides that, he asked for it! “Okay, Sam. Now bend over and grab your ankles. Yes, that’s good, just like that. Oh, that looks great, boy.” I gasped at the sight before me. A gorgeous teen boy like Sam, now bent over, was ready for it. Sam was only fifteen but I knew what he wanted. I was a top, nut knew the feeling all to well. The teen wanted a hard cock. Sam didn’t know yet himself, but he was ready, he was in need for a good fucking, he needed a fucking hard. “It was your first time,” he mumbled. “I was a virgin boy, nobody touched my little asshole. When Tom continued my childhood was history. Now I was his teen boy with a male pussy ready to service a man like him.” “Didn’t he make you to do so?” he groaned. “Yes, he did, but we better hurry in case someone comes along.” I slowly lowered the waistband of his white briefs to expose his marble white teen ass further. “I will tell you the same things, he told me, you want that?” Sam nodded his blonde head. “Grab your ass cheeks, boy and spread them apart. I want to see your little teen hole.” I groaned out. Sam slid his fingers up over his calves, up behind this knees. All the way up those slim tanned thighs. Over the bumps of his ass cheeks, Sam’s fingertips poised on either cheek. Pausing, seemingly teasing me and then it happened. Sam’s fingertips were sinking into the tight valley, pulling, pulling, exposing the tiny almost non existent pink sphincter, his cute little virgin ass hole. I leaned closer, getting a good look at it. Just a tiny pink boy hole, a rather tiny pink beautiful hole begging me to be licked. Sam’s boy hole winked at me, it had to be stroked, to be fingered and fucked. The fingertips slowly retracting over those luscious melons. Sam stood up, grabbing his Ajax shirt to keep it from covering that beautiful little teen ass and he turned around. Sam’s stiff penis was tenting his briefs. What a cute looking boy standing before me with his shorts hanging dowm,on their way to his ankles. Those golden tanned slim legs, still smooth and so cute and just a glimpse of the very bottom of his still hairless pouch snuggled tight to his groin. The shorts hadn’t fallen completely and was tented out in front. “Okay Sam,” I said, my voice was trembling of excitement, “that’s enough. You can pull your shorts up now.” I worried that someone was going to see us. An adult on his knees in front of a young teen whose shorts were down. “But you haven’t seen my penis!” Sam was truly disppointed, “Didn’t Tom make you to show him your penis? You said he made you bend over, so you could see your ass, he sucked it and licked it and kissed it and all. Aren’t you going to pull my briefs down? I want to know what that would feel like.” he asked almost whining like a much younger boy who wasn’t getting something he really wanted. Sam slowly lifted up the front of his white briefs. He lifted the waistband up over the little tent, exposing himself to me. There it was! Sticking straight out from his groin. Sticking straight at me, his teen size penis. Hard as hell, almost the size and width of my thumb and unircumcised, his still smooth tight ball sack pulled against his groin. “You are smooth, my boy.” I wihispered. “Sorry, they laugh at me sometimes, telling me a late bloomer. Sorry.” I leaned forward and told him, �h don’t worry, I love it!” Sam gasped as my tongue touched the tip of his small cock head. I managed to flick my tongue underneath the şirinevler escort crown when we both jumped up. Shit, suddenly it was gone! Covered up by his white briefs. The shorts pulled back up. Even in all his excitement, Sam was so damn nervous. I wanted to reach over, push him down and yank his shorts off him and devour that beautiful little penis, but he wasn’t ready for it. Although for a second or two he had second thoughts, but he wanted more. Sam’s penis wanted more. I wanted more! Sam asked, “What would a man like Tom, do that to me? What would he do this to me? Where would he do it?” I was hungry for more. I had to have him! I wanted to have my way with him. Sam himself was excited too, his crotch was still tented, his face was red, we were both excited and we both wanted more. “What would he do?” he repeated pulling up his briefs slightly, his other hand slipping underneath his shirt, rubbing his nipple. Sam’s hand straying over his tented shorts, adjusting his rock hard penis, lingering then realizing what he was doing both hands quickly dropped to his sides. “Well, let’s say you were alone. See those trees over there? Let’s say you walked by them and no one else is around. You are minding your own business, thinking about soccer, your friends. Not a worry in the world. Just carrying your soccer ball and a man is hiding in the bushes as you walk by. This stranger or maybe an older friend like my brother’s buddy Tom, likes boys like you. He doesn’t like women or even girls. Just boys and teen give him that special feeling, is getting him horny. Well, like you for instance, you are a cute boy, an attractive young teen boy. The man, now hidding in the bushes has sex with them and everything. He probably likes to grab them, pull them into the bushes, take all their clothes off and do those sexual things to them. He would suck your penis, lick it. Make you tingle all over, getting you horny.” Sam looked at me, he was not surprised now shocked by my words. “Oh, I see. Like what else?” “Well first he will jump out, when you weren’t looking. He will come up behind you, put his hand over your mouth and drag you into the bushes. That’s not kind of him, but he doesn’t know a better way. That is why some people are worried about those strangers. They are taking you and doing sexual things to you. He would taking your clothes off, until you are naked. Well of course your molester certainly doesn’t think he is bad. He enjoys doing things with young boys and young teens like yourself. So you have to be very careful if you don’t want that.” Sam simply ignored my warning, “What would he do?” Sam asked but he uncomfortably stretched and crossed his legs as if he was trying to make an adjustment to his crotch. “Well are you sure you want to hear all this?” I asked hopefully. “Yes. Please.” “Well, he will keep his hand over your mouth and he would take you into the bushes far enough so no one would see the two of you. Like that clump of bushes over there for instance. Then he will probably take a piece of rope and tie you to a tree. And then he would probably put a gag in your mouth so you couldn’t yell for help. Most boys are shocked and afraid, so he takes them that way.” “A gag?” “Yes, ahhhh like this one probably,” and I reached into my backpack and pulled out a cotton handkerchief and made a ball gag of it. “Probably just like this one.” I added dangling it in front of Sam. “Oh, I see, they use a gag?” he said nervously. “Oh, Sam, we are friends I like you. Do you mind? Anyway I certainly don’t want to do bad things to you. Giving you lots of tingle feelings, making you horny, if you want that. Anyway, a man like him will probably have a gag, if he wants to force you. Here let me show you how I think it worked on me. Lean over here.” A quick look around making sure we were alone I snapped it over his head and inserted the ball in his mouth. The fit was perfect. “There you are, now you can’s speak nor yell.” I said. “Try it. Try to talk or even yell, scream.” “Hmmmmph,” and more muffled noises before I removed the gag from Sam’s mouth. “You bet, I was first in a panic as a stranger sucked and licked my hard penis making me having the tingles over and over. By the way Sam, another word, a grown up word for the tingles is cumming, to cum. The horny feeling giving you an orgasm. I bet a man like Tom will make the boy cum over and over. Well, when he did it to me, I couldn’t scream or call out while I was cumming again and again because of the gag.” Sam nodded his head slowly, “I heard that before. Oh, I mean cuming, having an orgasm, I’m a teen, I have Internet, but tell me, What did he do next?” Sam asked rather anxiously. I whispered to Sam, “You can really shoot a load?” Sam smiled and nodded his blonde head, proud. “Well, Tom tied me to a tree probably using a rope like this.” I said pulling out a few straps from my backpack. “I keep these in case of an emergency, not like Tom did to me. He strapped me to a tree with a ball gag in my mouth. He wanted me to do things I hadn’t done and felt before.” “Like what?” he asked again uncrossing and crossing those cute tanned legs as he stood there like a boy who had to piss real bad. In Sam’s case it was more like a young teen boy who wanted to get that horny feeling again. like he did when he was alone. Only this time he knew that he wasn’t alone and that someone else was going to probably do it for him. I pretended not to notice as he made a very quick rub and adjustment to his crotch. “Are you sure you want to hear the details?” I asked again with a hint of excitement in my voice. “An innocent teen like you, shouldn’t hear this.” “Yes, yes. I’m not innocent. Tell me what Tom did to you after he has gagged you and tied you to a tree. What would a man like him, do to me?” he asked with excitement in his voice. Did his voice quivered? “Well, if you are sure you want to hear this.” He giggled excited to hear what exactly Tom did to me and might do to him. “Well, now since he tied me and gagged me, he wanted to feel me up. Tom wanted molest me. Do you know what that means?” Sam shook his head and was nervous now. He knew, of course he knew, he just wanted to hear it again. “Well it meaned, he touched my privates, my penis, my balls, in fact he pulled my shorts down around my ankles and touched my penis, until I was really hard and then…” It was a real cliff hanger, “And then what? What did he do, with your shorts down around your ankles? Like we just did? Like you were made to do. And my briefs too? Would he pull those down too?” I nodded of my head. “And then what? He made your penis hard? Why? Why would he do that? My penis is hard right now. It seems to be always hard. What would it feel like, if he touched it?” Sam asked now stretching his legs wide apart as if trying to get comfortable. The teen boy was so nervous. So excited, he needed it! “Well, we could do it I guess. I am not sure what it would be like if someone touched your hard penis. What do you think? We could play a game as long as you kept it secret. But I happen to have this disgusting ball gag and these ropes. I could be that man like Tom, not your friend anymore. Well, just while we play the game of course. I play I am Tom again and you will become a little boy just walking along minding his own business. I jump out of that clump of trees and grab you and gag you and tie you to a tree. I will yank your shorts and briefs down to your pretty calves and try touching your penis just so you could see how it might feel for you. Do you want to try it?” Sam looked at me excited, “Yes, oh yes. You could be the Man like Tom and I could be the little boy. Just for now of course while we play the game. I wanna pretend I am little Sammy.” “Okay Sammy. Let’s do it but right now. Just pretending while we play this game.” I told him. San was horny, his shorts were still tented. A cute little tent, pointing straight out. Even at being a young teen, he was thinking with his penis. He wanted to have me feel him up. The boy was focused on one thing and one thing only. That was to get that wonderful tinkling feeling. He had felt my tongue touch the tip of his swollen penis. He wanted more, much more! Sammy wanted it right now. And so I added, “And let’s change your age. Let’s see. Ten. How about you become Sammy, ten year old Sammy boy, and you really have to play the part. You have to be scared and fight and squirm trying to get away. I am no longer Arthur but I won’t tell you my name when you are my little prisoner and I pull your shorts and underwear down so you naked from your waist down and then I will touch your penis with my fingers and thumb making it hard. I may even give it a lick or two, lick it with my tongue even. Just so you can see for yourself how what it would feel like if a stranger took you. Just like Tom did to me, when I was a boy.” “It’s hard now.” Sam, my Sammyy giggled, “It’s always like that. I think he wants to be touched by you. I mean the man, or something.” “Okay, Sam but we have to have a few rules. Number one if you want me, I mean the man like Tom to stop doing anything that you don’t want. You have to say the magic word ‘RED’. And number two we both have to really play our parts. You are the scared little ten year old boy about to be molested by a stranger. The stranger like Tom is the one your parents and teachers feared, the one they told you to avoid. I have to really play the part of the man like Tom. I will have to do things, like feel you up and touch your penis and your balls. Maybe give them a little squeeze, just a little, but hard enough to feel it. Also don’t forget a lick or two and I have to touch your bottom. Just so you can feel what it would be like to be touched by man like Tom. I really don’t want to touch you on your butt that way, but I imagine that is what the stranger would really like to do. You do have a really cute ass. So the man like Tom will want to touch you there. Actually probably want to touch you all over. So okay, if you are ready I will grab this gag which I intend to throw away after our game and my ties, backpack and head over to those bushes. Remember you have to come walking by not suspecting that there is a stranger, a man like Tom, waiting to grab you and drag you into the bushes and molest your young body. Okay?” Sam nodded his blonde head and whispered, “Yes, I will do evrything.” “And don’t forget Sam, I mean Sammy, if you want me to stop you have to just say the magic word ‘RED’ and I stop playing the game. We both stop. No more licking, touching or sucking you okay?” “Yes, okay, so if I say ‘RED’ then whatever you are doing to me, you stop!?” “Yes Sammy, that’s right. The word ‘RED’ stops everything. Stops the game, game over.” I answered having a direct feeling that I would not be hearing that word today. Not by the way he rubbed his little teen cock. “Yes. Let’s play. I am Sammy. Could I be eight and innocent. I want to be eight, okay?” I smiled at him. “Okay, no problem eight it is. And the magic word to stop?” “Red!” “Okay, Sammy. Let’s do it. I will head over to the forest and when you see me disappear you start walking around this path. All the way around. See how it goes around the park right by the trees over there. I will get you there. Then the game starts. You know sucking and all. Try not to think about it as you are walking around.” I told him somewhat encouraging him to think about it that is the sucking part. “Look, here I go off across the field. Bye Sam. See you later Sammy.” Reactions are welcome at ail Please let me know what you think, as always, I love compliments and suggestions, it makes me get the next story out faster. Thanks! If you have any comments or constructive criticism on how I can improve, please let me know. English is not my mother tongue, so we sometimes say things differently than in English-speaking countries. 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