WHITE BRIEFS ON BABY BEEF by Aihu Fist
On a late sunny afternoon I was sat waiting under that oak tree, three long hours, but it was worth it. I had been here a hole week just to see that fatty walk by. He never saw me, never even surmised someone like me was observing his routine of going to the village pool alone. The pool was in abandon when they had built one int he centre. It was too far for schools and much of the swimming bath needed restoring. However, it was built in a valley with lots of trees around it as if a wood had grown around it.
He never went straight home, spending minimum half an hour by himself. I think his parents did not care much or he was very free to do as he pleased. I had snapped dozens of pictures of him in his undies and pinned them on my bedroom wall. I dreamed of the lad, I masturbated over him, imagining that I was his young schoolfriend. Fondling one another in the classroom under the desk. Seeing him undress in the gym, maybe get to sniff a pair of his urine stained ones.
As he ambled down the slope toward the lake crisscrossing through the trees I unbuckled my belt and got rid of my clothes which I rolled up and kept them under my arm. I wore shorts in summer like any kid, my favourites being scouts shorts. At home I had four different outfits with badges and all. I also had a dozen pieces of briefs that I had stolen from the scouts dressing rooms when I worked there as a janitor. Each one kept in a plastic bag. Fifteen years on they still smell with boy aroma.
I dropped my clothes behind the closest tree near the tree. Fatty threw his carelessly down by the pool. God, you should have seen him. I COULD NOT KEEP my eyes off him. Round but firm orbs in white fabric. I reckoned he must have been about twelve. Not too tall but well endowed, that I was sure of. I think his mum must be desperate in buying clothes for a boy this size. XX large? I thought to jump in after him, but I changed my mind. I went back and put all of my clothes on. I had more authority in Scouts clothes then as a naked man that would freak him out.
I saw him jump into the pool, his legs pressed against his chest...doing the bomb...a bomb he made with his weight.
I strode down to the swimming bath and picked his shirt, shorts, and shoes up and waited until his head came above the surface. He was dumfound when he saw me.
"What do you think you are doing here, lad?" I barked.
"Just a swim, sir", he shouted back to me from the middle of the pool.
"This pool is my private property, the public pool is downtown, do you not know about this?"
"No, sir, honestly, I am sorry sir.
"Well, I am extremely upset about this, I will have to tell the police and your parents about this trespassing."
"Oh, sir, please don't," he said with tear in his eyes already. "My mum is poorly and my dad has left us last year."
He sobbed on while swimming over to me in breast stroke. Despite his weight he was quite quick.
"You will end up a juvenile delinquent and sent to a reform school if you don't get out on the double," I snapped.
Getting out of the pool was more difficult.
"Use the stairs boy, that way you do not get hurt, " I suggested with a pressing voice.
He glanced at me fearfully.
"What is your name," I asked when he finally made out of the pool. His body shone in the sun, water pearls basking in the light and running down his curves back and front.
White briefs, my god, he was standing naked in front of me because white fabric hides nothing when wet.
"Kevin, sir."
"Right, Kevin, listen carefully now:" Everyday you swim in my pool in your dirty undies. I am sure like most little boys you piss in it, don't you?"
"No sir, honestly, I am a very clean boy, ask my mum."
"The other day I saw wee in it before you jumped in it.You are a liar and I will prove it to you. Now GIVE ME your undies."
"Sir?"
"You heard."
"But, sir, I have not done anything."
"We'll see about that. Your undies or I will call the cops and your mum."
I got my camera out, took a few steps back and snapped while he rolled his briefs down his legs.
He saw it and asked: "Why you take pics of me, sir?"
"So, I have proof for your mum and the cops."
He handed me over his soaked wet underwear and inspected them immediately.
"So, what is this then,"I asked.
A long smear of dark brown poo was clearly visible.
"With this you swim in my pool?"
Kevin was ashamed and looked the other way.
"Sniff it, boy, even wet it still reeks of your pothole that you so often finger, don't you?"
I thrust it up his nose and winced.
"So,hold it up so I can photograph it next to your face."
Another pic for my collection.
Now you come along with me and sit by my side under that tree over there. We need to chat.
This naked teen was beaten by my clever game.
"Sit down and do not say a word anymore."
If you do what I tell you to do, I will not tell the cops or your mum.Is that understood?"
He nodded and he seemed to recompose himself.
"I want you to play with yourself."
"Sir?"
"Yes, play with yourself, touch yourself,you know."
The boy went red in the face.
"Play with yourself, I am sure you do in bed."
"Remember, i can still call the cops. Stand up and do it."
Kevin lifted his heavy arse from the grass and took his willy in his fist and pulled it back and forth. His penis had life after all. After a few minutes he sported a twelve centimetre boner.
"Faster, boy, you can do better than that, and turn around, show me your fat backside. Put one finger up your pothole and lick it for me."
He has some difficulties to get his chubby arm around his buttocks.
"Wait a minute, Kevin. Why don't you bend over and reach out for your hole with your hand through your legs?"
Kevin looked back over his shoulder and was about to say something.
"A-a, no words, do not spoil the picture. You are fine...your bum is still wet enough for you enjoy that fat finger up there. Let me see how wet it is....show your pucker hole to me, but first show me your face through your legs. That's it. Widen those jelly buns far apart. Oh, my god, you still got some poo up there. Wider, mush wider."
I took another half dozen of snaps for posterity of his rear.
"I think I will do the job for you, boy."
My index went straight for it. Of course the touching of his pothole sent ripples down his spine.
"It hurts, sir."
I slapped him hard on the butt.
"No talking I said. Only when I ask you questions you open your trap."
He sniffed a bit and looked at me with those `forgiven me' puppy eyes.
"Do you like the feeling?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, turn around and get down on your knees."
He did and waited for the next order.
"you see this finger of mine?"
"Yes, sir."
"Close your eyes."
I brought my finger under his nose and asked:
"What do you smell?"
"Poo, sir."
"Whose poo?"
"Mine, sir."
"Does it smell nice.?"
"No, sir, it does not."
"Open your mouth."
I thrust my finger in it.
"Suck my finger."
Contrary to fatty boys he had very thin lips, but he sucked well.
"How does it taste, boy?"
"Yucky, sir."
I pulled my finger out and caught him by his ears and whispered:
"Say you like it."
"I like it, sir, I do."
"You have nice tittes too, I remarked, but I prefer your big nuttiest in that little sack of yours."
So I pounced the sack let with one hand and manhandled them for a while. His little boy cock had never gone limp once during my play with him. I pulled the boy very close to me while holding my thumb and index around the base of shaft and sack.
"Kiss me boy, and find my cock down here." I pointed at my fly.
"Open it up quickly, it wants you to play with him like I play with yours."
The boy's eyes flashed excitement.
"Yes, come on do it."
As he unzipped my fly, I glued my mouth on his. My knees agains his. His hand fondling my jocks and pulling out a huge veined boner which was wet already from anticipation.
My thumb and index sat tight like a iron cockering and jerked the boy's jewels real hard.
The foreskin had some trouble letting go of the pinkish snout that had been hiding in there for so long. When it was looking at me it seemed happy enough for some more attention.
The foreskin, though, looked angry and Kevin's face expressed pain and lust; he did not look to sure which feeling should be his priority. As I was bent to get him all heated up I jerked his meat faster, searched and found his wet anus and rubbed it steadily. He kept my rod well in his hand but his fingers were to short to do what I did with his. So, I began to pump faster, nearly ripped his tongue out. I pumped so hard in his hand that it slipped out of it. I stripped of my shirt while kissing and pumping, then unbuckled my scouts belt, undid the button and got freed from the shorts which had dropped at y knees.
"Faster!" I said, "Faster dammit." I grabbed his other fat paw and forced him to fondle my hairy sack of nuts.
"Find my hole, Kevin find it. DO something!"
We were both fever stricken, hot fever, only he did not manifest it the way I did. When his fingernail scratched my hole I lost it. I pushed him down on my cock and rammed it in that soggy mouth of his. In and out it went, deeper and deeper.
He gagged and coughed.
"You like it, Kevin?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, suck on then!"
He drove me mad, I got hold of his white wet undies and pulled it over his head. Next I went behind him and pushed him over onto his tummy. I spread his legs wide open and rimmed his smelly hole and when that was wet enough, my boner followed suit.
I am lucky that my cock is very thin and in length was not bigger than his. His bum being so huge like a propped up pillow felt like humping la walrus. Kevin was awesome in every aspect, his super soft seal skin, the ease with which he received me from behind. I was the glove and the hand we were hand in glove. I ran my gads over his flanks, licked the nape of his neck while inserting and asserting myself. I suckled his ear lobes while he sucked on my thumb.
"Tell me you are sugar, baby, tell me you are better than marshmallows. Baby, baby, my little seal show me your belly once more and embrace me with your legs, pull me, drag me deeper into you and tell me you want more."
"Yes, sir, please take me, I want more."
I repositioned myself once he lay on his broad back. His white creamy nut sack lay was up for grabs, his prick winked at the midday sun. I brought the foreskin down and held it like a bottle of champagne. the knees at ear level, his feet bounced back and clasped around my torso.
"Look into my eyes, baby. "I am am taking your cherry home."
The tip of my cock touched his hole twice and got in.
"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee"; he screamed and yelped. I quickly put his briefs in his mouth so he would endure it.
Second thrust and more followed.
"you are my baby boy, you colour my prick red and in exchange I colour you white inside. The colours of your national flag. Ohhhh, baby, let me ride you into bliss."
He bit the briefs with every move and jab. Gradually I forgot it was an arsehole, it was tight and felt hot and tight enough to make me come finally."
I wanted to pull out, he said, please, no sir, please, play with my dick. I want to shoot white in your mouth, please sir.
God sucked him dry, and drank the nectar which had never been spilt on a man.
"Now go and swim, I ordered. "But without your briefs, they are mine. Take care, I won't tell the cops or your mum."
Aihu Fist
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