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"Hi, Mr Smith, it's me, Bobby Olsen. I'm here to collect for the paper."
My name is Tracy Smith, and I've lived in Maplehaven ever since I cashed out my Dot.com just before the big bust. Over the last few years I've gotten to know my neighbors pretty well, and one neighbor I had certainly had my eye on was Bobby Olsen, the 12 year old paper boy. A pleasant lad, with dark blonde hair, hanging over his face, even white teeth, sparkling blue eyes, a snub nose, freckles, a ready smile, by themselves were enough to give any man, straight or gay, boy lover or non, a hard-on and a wet spot in the front of their shorts.
In my case, as a boy lover, it was enough given the above, but he completed the package by being short for his age, about 4' 10", 95 pounds, a small but noticeable package in the denim cutoffs he always seemed to be wearing, and a beautifully rounded ass that made my mouth water. It was just a bonus that he was well mannered, polite and friendly. Many times we'd had extended conversations when I ran across him in town, or when he came to collect. Of course, since it was a morning paper, I hardly ever saw him delivering, but the paper was always neatly placed at my front door.
Me, I'm 35, dark hair, most folks say I'm good looking in a masculine, rough-edged way, blue eyes, etc. I weigh 180, and work out a couple of times a week, though I'm not nuts about it. I DO get a lot of sailing in when I travel on vacation, and I vacation a lot, as I can well afford it. I've maintained a smaller software business since I sold my interest in the Dot.com, and it does pretty well, not demanding a lot of my time.
Anyway, as I considered Bobby's request, I noticed he was shifting from foot to foot. "What's up, Bobby?" I said. "You're wiggling like a worm in a frying pan."
"Oh man, I've gotta go, really bad!" he said, wincing. "I asked a couple of the customers up the street, but they wouldn't let me in. Oww!" he yelped, as apparently abdominal pains from trying to hold himself in hit him.
"Well sure, Bobby, why don't you use my bathroom?" I said, standing aside so he could come in. He rushed past me, but hadn't gotten more than 5 steps past me toward the bathroom, with another 20 or so to go, before he emitted a gargled scream, and kind of hopped, then stopped. I looked at him like he's grown a second head, not knowing what was up, when the smell hit me, and I saw the bulge in the back of his shorts, followed by a trail of brown juice down the back of his legs, and as he turned, I could see the front of his cutoffs darkening rapidly.
His face was a mask of despair. "Oh god," he muttered. "Shit, what am I gonna do?" he whispered under his breath. "I'm SO sorry Mr. Smith, honest I-"
"Oh, don't worry about it Bobby. Everybody's been there some time in their life. Here, let me help you clean up. Can you walk to the bathroom?" I asked.
Bobby started walking, slowly, then turned again to me, his face reddening, and a tear trailing from one eye. "Oh, it's all squooshy, and running down my leg. It's getting on your nice carpet!" I could hear him hiccup, starting to cry now, and I rushed over and said, "Here, I'll take care of this." I picked him up in my arms like a sack of flour, and carried him over to the bathroom. He was very light, and warm. I could feel a liquid running out of his cutoffs down on me as I carried him.
"God, Mr. Smith, my pee and stuff's getting on you," he said. "I'm really sorry!"
"Hush, Bobby," I said, as I made my way to the toilet area. Using his legs as a lever, I opened the partially closed, cream-colored bathroom door and entered. It was only a few steps to the toilet in the medium-sized bathroom, which was equipped with one toilet, one wash sink, and one stand-up shower. "Here, pull down your shorts and finish up, okay?" I said. He seemed kind of dumfounded by the accident, so I helpfully tugged on his shorts to get him going.
Lubricated by the shit and piss wetting his denim cutoffs, they slipped right down off his hips, past his slim, hairless thighs and bunched around his feet. His white, well, "chocolate swirl" at this point, jockeys followed right along, and his small 4" boner stood out proudly. Of course, straight or gay, it's hard to miss a young boy's cock, particularly when it's erect, when the kid's nude, whether or not he's also shit-covered. His cute young rod stood perfectly straight out, something that's always amazed me, man or boy. I mean, up at "cannon firing" angle is normal, and the dangle straight down is normal, but straight out like that seems to me to imply a great deal of excitement.
In any case, I had a few seconds to peruse his crotch, and I took advantage of it. His sweet looking dick was perfectly hairless all around. His small sack of balls, pulled up tight, were pink and deeply wrinkled, and of course, also hairless. His smooth thighs seemed to intersect perfectly with his boy hips, forming a perfect "V" for my visual delight. Bobby's hand unconsciously went to his dick, and lifted it, and his balls up, so that they wouldn't get caught when he sat down. This action only accentuated his boner, as he held it tightly between his small fingers.
"That's quite a woody, Bobby," I said.
His cute freckled face blushed slightly. "Yessir, I can't control it. It's really bad when I ride the bus to school. I start thinking about...stuff, and then I have to fix my pants."
"What kind of stuff do you think about, that gets you that way?" I asked, though, of course, I knew already.
"Umm, girls, and, uh....stuff." Bobby said, shyly.
"What kind of stuff, besides girls?" I asked.
"You'll think I'm bad if I tell you," Bobby said, with a hint of fear in his eyes. "Mom says I shouldn't think about that stuff."
"Well, you should always listen to your mom, but I can't tell you whether it's right or not, unless you first tell me." This seemed to make sense to him, as after a moment of reflection he began talking.
"Well, I like to think about stuff like how it feels when I pee, and when I touch myself here (pointing to his still-erect cock), and about other boys' things, and like that. Am I evil?"
"Bobby, I personally don't think that makes you bad, or evil, it just makes you a boy who's starting to feel sexual feelings. It's a very powerful force, and can make you do all kinds of things. It's a part of your body, you just have to try to fit it into who you are, and enjoy it, but not to let it control you."
"Do you ever think about stuff like that, Mr. Smith? And how do you take care of it when it gives you one of these?" He giggled, as his fingers bent his erect prick back and forth.
"Huh, I think about stuff like that ALL THE TIME, Bobby!" I said, and he giggled now, with relief. He wasn't alone in the world! "And as to how I take care of it, well, maybe you and I can talk about THAT some time, but first we need to get you cleaned up!" With that, he tucked his 4" rod, softening a little now, between his legs, pointing into the bowl, giving him an oddly asexual, but still attractive look there. I heard a short stream of piss, then a plop or two as he finished shitting.
"We're gonna have to get you cleaned up, Bobby," I said. "I can let you shower here, then run your stuff through the washer and dryer. I'm pretty sure I don't have any clothes in your size, and if you tried wearing my jeans, I think you'd drown." As I'm 6', and Bobby 4' 10", we both knew that wasn't going to work, and he nodded his head slowly.
"Could you shower with me, Mr. Smith?" He asked. "I'm afraid there's poop in places I can't reach," he finished. "Plus, it looks like you got some on you, too," he added, helpfully. I began to suspect his motives at this improvised positioning, but my own cock was pretty thick by this point, and truthfully, I was getting horny as hell being next to this partially nude, shit and piss covered, boy.
"Mmm, okay," I said. He hopped off the john, looked down into the toilet to see what he'd produced, which stuck his pale white, shit-smeared little boy bubble butt in my face, as I was kneeling in front of the commode. I could see the red ring around those sweet, full bottom cheeks, from the toilet seat, and I could sure as hell smell his stink. As erotic as it can be, it doesn't smell at all nice!
I reached into the shower and turned on the water, setting it for just the right temperature, as Bobby wiped himself as best he could. He turned to me with a smile, as he finished stepping out of his dirtied shorts and underpants, and kicking off his sneakers and socks. He lifted up his tee shirt over his head, momentarily catching his head in the fabric, and I salivated, looking at his tiny pink nipples, which were erect.
As Bobby struggled with his shirt, he began to lose his balance, so I grabbed for him with my hands, one hand flat on his tiny left nipple, the other catching him under his arm, his armpit completely hairless. His skin was smooth and warm, and my boner came fully erect at the delicious feel of his boyish skin against mine. I heard him giggle through the cloth, then he finally wrestled it off, and threw it on the floor. "Thank you, Mr. Smith!" He exclaimed. "I thought I was gonna fall over."
I stared down at his luscious naked body, his little boy pecker sticking straight out, his round boy bottom, his smooth, undeveloped chest, and his merrily smiling face, white teeth, longish hair, snub nose and all the rest. I almost felt like I was standing with a naked 12 year old girl, but his stiff rod was testament enough of his maleness. "Aren't you gonna take your clothes off, too?" He asked, with a mischievous twinkle in his bright blue eyes.
"Uh, yeah," I replied, as I mentally shook myself from my reverie. I quickly brought my polo shirt over my head, showing my moderately hairy chest, then kicked off my sneakers and socks, and pushed my jeans and tighty whities to the floor, stepping out of them. I heard a low moan, and turned to see Bobby with his hand on his dick, slowly stroking it, as he stared at first, my hairy ass, then, my erect 9" cock, with its bush of curly black hairs, and my low-hanging full balls in their tight sack.
"Mr Smith, you're beautiful," he whispered slowly. My hands went to his sides and I pulled him toward me. Bobby came willingly, and his front pressed against mine, my stiff dick poking him in his stomach, and I could feel his cock between my thighs, his hand furiously rubbing it.
"Oh Bobby," I sighed, as it now fully became clear to me that I had been seduced by this sweet young boy, the whole thing a plot on his part to get naked with me. I decided, as best I was able with my brain inflamed, to fully participate in his pleasure. I knelt down in front of this beautiful boy, and gently took his piss and shit fouled penis in first, my hand, rubbing him gently, then, my mouth, tasting this boy's base emissions coating him, then feeling the warmth of his body inside me, and the strongly beating pulse of his young heart, his cock seeming to swell with each beat.
"Oh," Bobby said, as his hips and penis took over all his thoughts. He began stroking his dirty cock into my warm, wet mouth, as my tongue swirled around the flavors coming off his dick, including now a pearly, creamy leakage out of his tiny piss slit. I felt his hands gripping the back of my head as he fruitlessly tried to urge his small cock down my throat. My hands went round to his perfectly formed ass cheeks, sticky and wet under my grasp, and my index finger quickly found his tight anus, slickened by his shit.
I slid my finger slowly inside him, marveling in the wet warmth inside this part of his young boy's body. I sunk my mouth deeper on his erection, as my finger began fucking in and out of his nether hole. "Oh, that feels good!" Bobby exclaimed, as I fucked his ass, while he fucked my mouth. "Suck on my dick, please! Harder!" He continued. The movement of his ass though, rotating sexily around my penetrating finger, made me think that this was perhaps even a stronger pleasure center for him than his dick. I continued fucking him, then added another finger, to widen his hole, and increase his pleasure.
"Oh! God! That feels GOOD!" Bobby exclaimed, shortly after my second finger had joined the first in penetrating him anally. He began humping me wildly, his cock trying to bury itself deep in my throat, while his sexy ass tried to impale itself deeper and harder on my raping fingers. "OH, FUCK!!" Bobby bellowed, and I thought I could feel warm squirts in the back of my mouth, a creamy salty-sweet taste, and his anal muscles spasming around my two fingers deep inside his rectum, as he came on me. I held onto Bobby as his young body bucked in pleasure, until he slumped against me, his breathing easing.
I stood up, and Bobby, without a word, looked up into my eyes, then pressed himself tightly against me, our two naked bodies joined. As I closed my eyes, enjoying the ecstasy of feeling Bobby's smooth body rubbing against me, I felt him move downwards, his face slipping down my stomach, into my hairy thatch. His warm lips enveloped the tip of my hard, circumcised dick, already leaking copious amounts of clear pre-cum. I watched as his small, pink tongue lapped at the drooling fluid, then swirled lightly around the sensitive head, showing more than a beginner's familiarity with pleasuring a man.
I gave myself to the sensations the 12 year old boy was causing in me, and added my own stimulation. "Yeah, that's right, you hot slut, lick my cock. Swallow my man meat or I'll shove it down your hot, slutty boy throat. Eat my cum, bitch!" As I spit out these lewd words, Bobby's pace of sucking increased, as did the amount of hot cock that was filling his mouth. I put my hands on the back of Bobby's head to force him deeper on my penis, but he was anxious to get as much of it inside him all on his own.
"That's good, you sweet little cunt! You're sucking my thick, long cock deep inside your tight, wet girl mouth! Stick your hot little tongue inside the piss slit, bitch, lick up my creamy cum when I shoot my load in your mouth!" My hips were pistoning forward and back now, as I tried to fuck his pre-teen mouth, and make him eat my load. Bobby was having trouble keeping my thick 9" inside him, but he gave it a game effort, and when he brought one of his hands up and squeezed my balls almost until they hurt, I shot my load, filling his mouth, and white, creamy cum spilling out from between his full, red lips.
I held his face against my crotch was I emptied my balls into his sweet young boy mouth, then, when he sensed I was through, he stood back up straight, looked into my eyes and smiled shyly, and said, "Thank you." I leaned down and brought my lips to his, some of the pearly white cum on his lower lip attaching to mine, as we pressed our mouths together in lust and love, then our tongues touched, tentatively at first, then with more passion.
Though I'd just cum, I was overwhelmed with lust for this hot, sexy young boy. My hands roamed all over his filthy, smooth naked body. His little nipples were stiffly erect, like little tiny pink cocks. I pinched and squeezed them, and Bobby moaned underneath me. I caressed his smooth, flat stomach, and I could feel his 4" dick hardening against my thigh as he felt my hand roaming lower down his body.
My hand quickly went to that hardening little penis, and his hairless ball sack, roughly caressing them, much as I had his nipples. Bobby's moans were continuing, and his hips bucked back and forth as he sought to press his wet dick against my hand, cum or pre-cum dripping from his vertical reddish piss slit onto my fingers.
As our tongues dueled, and Bobby expressed his passion through his moaning, and body movements, I brought both of my hands to envelop his small, full round ass cheeks in my hands, squeezing them hard in a burst of passion. Bobby yelped into my mouth, as his cock, and mine, squirted a second round of cum, much smaller than the first, onto each other's stomach.
Our kisses then became more gentle, and loving, as our dicks softened and I more gently now caressed Bobby's smooth body. He broke our kiss, and with shining blue eyes looked into my eyes, and said, "I love you Tracy. That was really nice!"
"Thanks, Bobby, I think you're wonderful, too. That was the sexiest thing I've ever done," I said. "Let me treat you to a nice, hot, thorough shower now. You still smell!" I smiled to signal that I was kidding, and Bobby smiled back. "Okay," he said.
I took him by the hand and led him into the stall, and for the next 15 minutes, lovingly bathed every square inch of the beautiful young boy's body, of course paying special attention to all the parts that we boy lovers especially adore. I was aware that, by this time, his cock would be sensitive and sore, and so did not rub him there nearly as much as I would have liked. I did, however, pay a great deal of attention to his puckered asshole, which I discovered to be pink, and very cute, once the shit was gone from it, as well as cleaning him inside his rectum as far as my fingers could go, all of which he enjoyed immensely.
Bobby returned the favor, exclaiming happily over how hairy (compared to him, at least) I was, and even fingered my ass with his index finger, smiling happily as he enjoyed the feel of my warm rectum tightly squeezing him. However, all good things come to an end, so we rinsed off, and lingeringly dried each other, giggling as we thoroughly dried each other with big, fluffy bath towels. Then we carried his smelly clothes to the washer and threw them all in, with a double load of laundry detergent.
"Well, what do you want to do while we wait?" I said.
Bobby smiled, and said, "Would you like to show me your bedroom?"
I smiled back.
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