‘THE BOY DAVID’ Part one

We both did not know that he would not be a teenager when I would see him spunk for me again. I did see his cock a number of times, it was even erect and at one swimming gala he shared a changing booth with me and boasted that it was not stiff until I smiled, licked my lips and moved my fingers in a circle, causing him acute embarrassment as it would not go down, even when he jumped into the water. He told me years later that he’d had to toss himself three times before it would lie down.

But to return to David.
That afternoon we played as usual and then it was decided to kick a ball around. I sat down on the sloping path side to watch as they ran around. As I said Ball games were not for me and I was happy to watch them run around, occasionally falling down and getting the odd sight of a boys knickers, if they had the wide bottomed shorts on.
Those not playing or knocked out if it was such a game would sometimes sit with me and if there was a dispute then I would be called upon to adjudicate.
On this occasion, David came to sit with me and to my surprise sat between my legs, leaning back against me. Again I found my hands falling between his legs and resting on his groin. I could feel his young prick as it got harder and harder and I carefully began to squeeze it as best I could through his shorts.
Wanting to feel more I moved my hand up and tried to insert it between his waistband. He pushed back into me knocking his head almost against my chin and whispered, “That’s uncomfortable, just undo my flies.”
I put my hand down and undid his fly and slipped it inside. I could feel his thin cock through the thin material of his knickers and began to caress it. After a while I tried to find my way to actually touch what was hard and throbbing hotly but I could not find the fly entrance to his knickers. I put my hand up, trying to get into the top of his knickers, but his pullover, shirt and the top of his trousers were in the way.
“I said undo my shorts,” he whispered, “the belt snaps apart, you can do it with one hand.”
“Someone might see,” I said worried, we were close to the path edge and it looked to me that anyone walking past, like a dog owner out for a walk would be looking right where my hands were.
“Nah,” he said, “All they can see is my crossed legs and your crossed legs, besides why should they look at us. It’s the ball players that they will be looking at.”
Still not confident I did as he said. His snap belt buckle eased open easily and his waistband unbuttoned with a simple pull. I was now able to pull his briefs open at the top and work my hand into them. At last I was holding a very hot and throbbing young cock in my hand. I began to work it.
“Slower,” he whispered, “slower.”
I did as he asked, putting a finger down to tickle his small hairless balls.
“Nice,” he whispered, “that’s nice.”
We sat there like that for some minutes until I began to feel uncomfortable as my wrist was trapped by the waistband of his knickers. It was getting harder to move within the confining space and I wanted to see what he had to offer.
“My wrist is rubbing against your knicker elastic,” I told him.
“OK,” he said, “lets go for a walk.”
Carefully he got up and we wandered down the open path. At the corner was a tree up against the adjoining walls so I suggested we went behind it.
“Ok,” he said.
Behind the tree I sat down. David stood between my legs pulled off his pullover and let his shorts drop. He then sat back on my pullover covered lap, his shorts bunched around his ankles. He leaned back against my chest and brought my hand back down between his legs.
Carefully I eased open his shirt and pulled his vest out of his knickers. They were a matched pair, the cotton sort with lots of little holes in. I caught sight of his belly button; it was cute and protruded slightly. Now I eased his knickers down to his thighs, finally revealing his thin short throbbing cock. It was a beautiful sight. It was about four thin inches long and the cockhead glowed pink red. His whole genital area was pale white in colour and even his little balls were the same translucent tone. We lay there as I stroked him to a dry orgasm. Once he had come he put his head back and up and kissed me gently on the lips.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Nine,” he said, “you wank good. Come on lets do it again,” and he put my hand back around his still hard and hot cock.”
I opened his shirt still further and pulled his vest up until his nipples could be seen. I tickled them one at a time as I stroked his cock. Suddenly he moved forward and I thought that I had done something wrong but he was only undoing his shirt all the way. He slipped it off and then pulled his vest up and over his head. I now had full range of his upper body. He again leaned forward and pushed his knickers down to his ankles with his shorts.
“Do you want me get naked?” he asked.
“Its too dangerous,” I said, worried as we did not have much cover to hide us if anyone came around, “you have too many clothes to explain to anyone who saw us,” I explained lamely.
“OK,” he said, “next time I’ll just wear a T-shirt and shorts, you can do me in the tunnel then, especially if it rains.”
We concentrated on bringing him off. I worked his pulsing little cock as he told me to. He was soon arching his back into his second orgasm. Afterwards as his breathing subsided he put his hands behind his back onto my cock, which was now tenting my own trousers.
“Hey that feels big. Come on let me do you now,” he said squeezing my own throbbing lump. “Here stand up,” he instructed me.
I found myself leaning back against the trunk of the tree as he stood beside me and undid my trousers. They soon joined his by my ankles and my briefs followed suit. His practised hand was soon working my cock and it didn’t take too long before I was spurting a thick load against the wall. He then leaned around to rub the last drips as he worked them out of my cock against his own cock. As a last surprise he bent down and sucked the head of my cock into his mouth, cleaning all the semen off it.
“Tastes good too,” he said.
I was amazed.
Reluctantly we got dressed and went back to join the others. By this time they were fed up of ball games and I had to invent another mad running around team game. I did not see him go but knew I had to be back the next day early when I would see and ‘do’ him naked. I spent two loads that night just trying to get to sleep.
The next day I was there waiting for him at ten o clock. There were few boys there so I left them kicking a football around until more turned up. David was late, but when he did turn up he was true to his word. He wore a T-shirt and shorts and sandals and as he leaned towards me he pulled open the shorts to show he had nothing else on under them. I gazed fascinated at the small lump of his cock.
“The tunnel,” he said.
I followed him in.
Once inside, like the day before he sat between my legs. His T-shirt came off first and this was placed between my legs so that when he sat down between my legs he would have something to sit on whilst my legs would hide us from prying eyes. In seconds he was naked and we were on our way to his first orgasm. Later on that day it rained and whilst we were crammed into the tunnel I made him come again. The boys either side of us appeared to notice nothing as I worked away at his cock. Throughout the day he wore as little as possible and when we walked down to the corner tree he wore just his T-shirt which only just covered his bum. Once behind the tree he stripped again and I quickly wanked him to another orgasm. There behind the tree he gave me my first blow job which was such an incredible sensation that it was followed by my second and third sucking in very quick succession.
I lay sated against the tree with him sitting naked in my lap. I stroked his again hard cock and asked him where he had learnt what he had done.
“On holiday,” he sighed. “We went to stay at our usual place and the landlady’s son Mark, was now working at the local swimming baths and taught swimming as an extra. He’d been away before when we stayed there, usually at his grandmothers, but we had seen his photographs and his swimming certificates and medals and trophies. Well I wasn’t much of a swimmer and he said he’d give us a discount as we were staying with his mum so mum decided that I could have some lessons, only they ended up a bit different to what we both expected.”
David explained further.

To be continued…