Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bdsm

Subject: The Psychic (Adult-Youth) This is the introductory part to a short series describing the fictional adventures of twelve-year-old Will and his new adult friend Toby. After submitting the first version of this story I realised I had sent the wrong draft, which several people pointed out to me was a bit confusing! So here is Part 1 resubmitted. The word ‘fictional’ is important. None of it actually happened — it’s fantasy, and anyone who has difficulty distinguishing between fact and fantasy should seek urgent professional help! My other stories on Nifty may be found here: https://www.//gay/adult-youth/rory-pushes-his-luck/ https://www.//gay/adult-youth/three-men-in-a-boat/ https://www.//gay/adult-youth/it-started-with-a-gloryhole/ Please donate to Nifty if you fty/donate.html The Psychic (M/b) ‘I know what you’re thinking’. ‘So … you’re a psychic are you?’ ‘I’m nobody’s sidekick. I’m my own boss’ he declared emphatically. ‘Psychic — P-S-Y-C-H-I-C — someone who can read minds’. ‘Well, yours is easy because you’re a pervert’. ‘How did you work that one out?!’ ‘Like I said, easy. I saw you watching me through binoculars and taking photos’. He was right of course. I’d been surreptitiously watching him cavorting on the beach and in the shallows, focusing on the delicious-looking little bulge in the front of his swimming trunks and the enticing swell of his bum as he turned away from me. I was keen to see the close-ups I’d taken with the telephoto lens. ‘So Mr Clever Mind Reader, what am I thinking?’ ‘Easy — you’re wondering what my dick looks like’. Right again! Was he circumcised or not? How big was it? How much hair did he have, if any? He was lying back on a sun lounger, legs stretched out in front of him and his hands behind his head. Looking at me sideways with a mischievous grin. The pale blue T-shirt reached down to mid thigh. It was the beginning of August and I was enjoying the start of the six-week summer break from my job as English teacher at an all-girls secondary school. A well-off friend, who was working abroad for a year, had loaned me the beachside cabin for the duration. It was just what I needed — somewhere to chill and to try to catch up on the novel I was supposed to be writing for which I’d been paid a useful advance, but for which my editor was hassling because I hadn’t sent her anything for several weeks. I’d first noticed him on the previous afternoon. I’d been sat on the deck that extended for a few feet out over the sand dune enjoying an iced lemonade. The beach was quite crowded with families but he seemed to be alone, but content with his own company. I watched him splash about in the shallows and occasionally venture out to swim in deeper water, or retreat to the beach to scoop sand into shapeless sculptures with his hands, facing away from me on his knees with that delicious little pert bum in the air. I guessed his age at 11 or 12 judging by his slim build and height of about 5 feet. His skin was a pale honey colour but I guessed he would burn easily in the sun as his hair was blond, and he sensibly wore his T-shirt when out of the water. This morning I was surprised to see him already on the beach before the crowds arrived. It was barely eight o’clock as I sat at the small table on the deck to enjoy my cereal and croissant, and first cup of coffee. I went back inside to fetch my binoculars and camera the better to observe him just as he emerged from the water after a short dip. His wet and very brief swimming trunks clung to the contours of his midriff and he plucked at the fabric to make a bit more room. I tried to be discrete as I snapped away — pretending to be watching the ships passing by offshore — but I was startled when he suddenly looked directly at me and waved! I quickly recovered my composure and waved back. He trotted up the beach towards me and skidded to a halt in the sand in front of the steps up to the verandah. ‘Can I use your loo — I’m bursting for a piss’ elazığ escort he asked unselfconsciously. ‘Why didn’t you just go when you were in the water?’ ‘Tempting — but it would probably make my trunks smelly’. ‘OK — second door on the right. Would you like some breakfast? You’re up and about very early’. ‘In a minute maybe, but now I’m desperate’. And with that he darted inside. A couple of minutes later he re-emerged. ‘Phew! That’s better. Do you live here?’ ‘No. I’m a burglar’, I joked. ‘Actually I’m on holiday. My friend owns the place and has loaned it to me’. ‘Cool friend! What’s your name?’ ‘Toby. And you are?’ ‘Will. Have you got any more of those donut things?’ ‘They’re croissants. And I’ll get you one if you like’. ‘Thanks — I’m starving’. When I returned with a croissant and a glass of orange juice Will was sat sideways on the other lounger. He’d pulled the hem of his T-shirt down below his knees. He kept it in place with one hand while he tore at the croissant with his teeth, placing it on the table occasionally to pick up the orange juice glass for a slurp. I was quite disappointed that I was unable to see the front of his trunks as he never let go of the hem. ‘Hope you don’t mind, but I hung my speedos on the towel rail in your bathroom to dry. I hate wearing cold wet trunks’. Was he telling me he was naked under the T-shirt? Evidently he was! He finished the croissant and reclined back on the lounger with his hands behind his head. ‘I know what you’re thinking’. There was a distinct ridge visible in the fabric of his T-shirt where I judged his dick to be hovering over his lower abdomen, and a bulge at the junction of his thighs. I couldn’t help staring, and he definitely noticed. ‘So, my psychic young friend, what do know about perverts?’ ‘Not much really — only a bit what I’ve read on the net, but I reckon you’re definitely one of them paedos’, he said with a grin. ‘Those’ I corrected, ‘one of THOSE paedos — not THEM paedos.’ ‘You sound just like a teacher!’ he said. ‘I AM a teacher. An English teacher.’ ‘They let paedos be teachers?! That’s a bit risky isn’t it?’ ‘Not really. I teach in an all-girls school, and I’m not interested in girls sexually — just boys’. In fact I love teaching and had chosen to work with girls rather than boys so that I wouldn’t be tempted and end up in jail. ‘So — was I right? What you were thinking I mean’. I stared directly where I judged his dick to be and saw it twitch under the T-shirt. I looked into his eyes. ‘Absolutely right young Will’. ‘You were taking pics of me as well, weren’t you? Can I see them?’ ‘I haven’t looked at them myself yet, and some might be ‘inappropriate”. He giggled suggestively. ‘You mean you’ve taken some close-ups of my speedos, back and front. I bet you were saving them to perv and wank over later.’ I felt uncharacteristically bold in the company of this precocious kid, looked him straight in the eye, grinned and nodded. ‘Yep – guilty as charged’. ‘I was right!’ he shrieked. ‘You really ARE a perv!’ Then more quietly, and a little shyly, ‘So … can I … see them I mean?’ ‘OK, come over here so we can look together.’ I was hoping to get a glimpse of exposed nether regions as he sat up and swung his body sideways off the lounger, but he grasped the hem of his T-shirt and kept himself covered, but as he stood upright and approached me his erection was obvious under the thin fabric. He stood beside me, his right forearm leaning on my shoulder, as I picked up the camera, switched it on and began to scroll through the images. The first few were pretty innocuous – distance shots of the boy cavorting in the waves – but there were several of his back to the camera, his pert little bum beautifully accentuated by his wet speedo. The next was of him emerging from the water, a frontal shot of the sodden fabric clinging to his genitals. When the next image appeared Will gave a little gasp. It was an extreme close-up, elvankent escort the limit of my powerful zoom lens. The front of his pale blue speedo filled the screen and the outline of his penis and scrotum was clearly defined leaving very little to the imagination. Indeed, from the shape, it was even clear that the boy was uncircumcised. ‘Wow!’ the boy breathed, ‘now you’ve not got much left to wonder about!’ In my peripheral vision I could see his dick pushing against his T-shirt — obviously very stiff and even twitching slightly in time with his heartbeat. I reached behind him and placed my left hand on the back of his knee. He flinched very slightly at the touch but didn’t back way — certainly not rejecting the contact. As I scrolled through a few more images I slowly stroked my hand up between his inner thighs. I passed him the camera and indicated how the scroll function worked. As my wandering hand moved further up between his thighs he adjusted his stance, his legs parting slightly allowing my hand to continue its journey up the inside of his smooth thigh until the edge of my fingers touched his perineum. He sighed, and I noticed he was trembling slightly. ‘You OK?’ I asked quietly. ‘Mmmm … ‘ was his only reply, but his legs parted a bit further. I moved the edge of my hand gently back and forth stroking his perineum, and softly — very softly — touched the back of his scrotum with a fingertip. He sighed again and began moving his hips against my hand. His trembling became more pronounced and he started to pant. With my free hand I took the camera from him and noticed that he had scrolled back to the close-up image of his wet crotch. Placing the camera beside me on the floor, and without removing my other hand from between his legs, I asked in a whisper, ‘Are you ready to show it to me properly now?’ He nodded and his hands moved down to the hem of his T-shirt, grasping it and gradually sliding it up and dragging the fabric over his erection. His penis was revealed stiff and quivering slightly. It was no more than 4 inches in length and maybe a little over half an inch in diameter and a few wisps of pale hair were apparent above it. The foreskin was partially retracted by his extreme stiffness revealing a circle of darker shiny skin, centred in which were the slightly puffy and open lips of his urethra. His slightly wrinkled, but totally hairless scrotum was drawn tight against his body with hardly any separation of his testicles. Boy! Was this kid aroused! Without removing my stroking hand from between his thighs I looked up at his face. The movement of his hips rubbing his perineum and scrotum against my hand had increased a little, and his eyes were closed tight as he concentrated on the amazing feelings he was experiencing. ‘Still OK?’ I asked again. ‘YES!’ he declared more emphatically. ‘Don’t stop!’ he pleaded. He was holding his shirt up around his chest, and the knowledge that I was staring at his erection seemed to add to his excitement. I wondered if I had stumbled upon a budding exhibitionist. ‘Take you shirt right off. I want to see all of you naked.’ I instructed. Without a moment’s hesitation he quickly pulled it off over his head and dropped it to the floor. ‘My God, Will, you’re absolutely beautiful — just perfect. I’m going to do things for you that will give you indescribable pleasure. Is that what you want me to do Will?’ His body trembled even more. His arms hung loosely by his sides. ‘Please Toby,’ he groaned, ‘you can do whatever you like. Please hurry up and touch me — my dick I mean. I’m so horny fit to burst!’ I slid my hand from between his legs, grasped him by the hips and guided him to stand in front of me. As I was still seated his beautiful stiff and quivering dick was level with my face. Sliding my hands round to his tiny bum I pulled him closer and simultaneously leaned in and opened my mouth. I knew from his intake of breath that eryaman escort he was watching and anticipating what I was going to do. He made a guttural sound as it entered my warm mouth and my soft lips slid and closed around the very base. As I sucked strongly up again my tongue swirled around the shaft. I thought his legs were about to give way but he grabbed my shoulders for support. With my tongue and lips I pushed his foreskin completely back so that his sensitive knob was fully exposed. His body convulsed as I twisted my tongue round and round, then convulsed again as I flicked rapidly at the little opening. I was certain I could taste a little tartness and I wondered excitedly if this was an indication of things to come! I plunged down to the base again and sucked strongly up the entire length until it left my lips with an audible ‘plop’. Will groaned in frustration, but I quickly drew his scrotum into my mouth and sucked gently while I massaged strongly with my tongue. I moved one of my hands so that the middle finger could trace up the crease of his bum until it touched his anus, and while continuing to suck and tongue his balls I stroked repeatedly across the fluttering opening. He opened his legs wider seeming to offer himself eagerly to my hungry mouth and exploring finger. I released his balls and looked up at his face, but continued to stroke him with one hand and explore gently with my finger. ‘Still OK Will? Shall I do some more, or do you want me to stop?’ I teased. ‘Please Toby, don’t stop!’ he begged. ‘You’ve got to make me … PLEASE Toby!’ ‘Got to make you what, Will? Tell me’. ‘You’ve got to make me cum Toby. I need to cum so bad now.’ ‘Can you shoot?’ He nodded. ‘Just a bit’. ‘OK, so when you cum I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to cum in my mouth so I can taste you. Is that a deal?’ ‘YES!’ he almost yelled. ‘But please hurry. I’m so close’. I quickly sucked my finger to make it wet, then simultaneously swallowed his dick and plunged my finger deep into his rectum. He cried out — it probably shocked him and maybe was a little painful at first, but his acute horniness quickly overcame any misgivings he might have had from being penetrated so abruptly, as my finger found his swollen prostate to stroke firmly while I sucked his rod with a vengeance, and he was soon pressing back to increase the anal stimulation and ramming his cock deep into my sucking mouth and pressing into my throat. He was now out of control. His body shuddered in uncoordinated convulsions and his knees buckled. His hands clasped around the back of my neck as his body shook as my mouth and finger pushed him closer to orgasm. My other hand came round to cup his balls and stroke on the hard ridge of his perineum. The combined stimulation of his prostate internally and externally brought him to the brink. He rammed his body against my face and I swallowed on his knob. He was making mewling sounds as he shook. Then it happened. He cried out as if almost in pain and I felt his penis throb as jets of his semen sprayed into my throat. The offering was meagre in volume but forceful. One two three four five jets for me to swallow — and it tasted delicious. Gradually he relaxed, falling against me, and I held him as occasional spasms followed. Eventually he lifted his head from my shoulder. Tears had wetted his cheeks, but he smiled and kissed my cheek. ‘That was awesome!’ he declared. I pulled him sideways onto my lap, clutching his naked body. ‘My bum feels wet’, he announced. ‘That’s because you’re sat on my cum’. He lifted up and stared down on the wet patch that had spread across the front of my shorts. ‘You did it too?’ he asked incredulously. ‘Without even touching yourself? Because I know that both your hands were occupied.’ ‘I have never had such an intense orgasm as that before. Yours must have been off the Richter Scale. I’ve made boys cum before but never like you did then. It was phenomenal, and for me it was just as wonderful to be able to do it for you.’ He snuggled up again and whispered ‘Will you do it just like that again for me sometime?’ ‘Of course I will — and we could try a few other things too if you like. Maybe tomorrow?’ (Only of course if enough Nifty readers request it!)

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32