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Subject: BOY WITH A BALL Gay/Adult-Youth (Fiction) Please consider a Donation to Nifty, your donations keep this site running and allow everyone to enjoy these wonderful stories. -= BOY WITH A BALL =- Domhnall Brix I was twenty-five and had just moved into a basement apartment, it faced south with a view across undeveloped land, and because of its sunny exposure, the grass outside my windows was virtually dead and nothing but a dustbowl; it was too hot with the direct noon sun plus the reflected heat off my windows. I realized this when a young lad came by with a lawnmower and I was forced to quickly close them because of the cloud of dust that came into the rooms. It was a Saturday when I moved in, and while moving my furniture in, there was an attractive woman, with an equally attractive son, moving into another unit further down the hall. I introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Bruce. Would you like a hand?” “That would be great, I’m Margaret, and this is my son Timmy.” A little later, we were joined by the lawnmower boy who turned out to be the landlady’s son, Jason, and so the four of us helped get our stuff into our apartments. Afterwards I asked Jason if perhaps he could not mow over the dust patch in front of my windows; then I suggested I planted a small garden, ideal for growing corn and tomatoes, this way I could keep it watered and stop the dust. He said I should speak with his Mom, and so I did, and she agreed, then she said, “Call me Betty.” While we were talking, a cute boy walked in, and she introduced me to Josh, Jason’s younger brother. After a few days I was all settled into my apartment and had time to do some minor car maintenance out in the parking lot when young Timmy came by, kicking his ball about, then came over and started talking and asking questions; “Where are you from?”, “How old are you?”, “What do you do?”, and so on. I answered them, then asked, “So, how old are you?” “Thirteen!” he said proudly. As I was working on my engine, I couldn’t help noticing, as he leaned over looking at what I was doing, that he was gently grinding his groin against the fender of the car, while nonchalantly asking me what was wrong with the car, then he asked me if I would help him fix his bicycle. “Sure,” I said, so off he went to get it. He wanted me to raise the seat, which I did, after which he sat on it saying it was just right, but when he stood tiptoe on the ground, the seat pushed up under his crotch which seemed to please him. A few days later I thought it was time to dig the new garden in front of my windows. When I got home from work, there was Timmy playing with Jason and Josh on the big lawn at the front of the building, but as soon as I started digging he came over, dribbling his ball, and asking if he could help, so I gave him another spade and showed him where to first dig the border while I dug through the hard dirt until there were bahçelievler escort the beginnings of a garden. Afterwards I asked if he would like a homemade lemonade, so we went inside. I turned the TV on and, while he lay on the floor watching one of his favourite shows, I proceeded making the lemonade. When I came into the living room, he was gently grinding himself; I thought back to when I was his age and did the same. After our drinks, Timmy went back to his apartment, and I made supper, after which I relaxed watching TV. Having spent the afternoon with this cute boy and seeing him grinding himself, his cute little butt moving back and forth, I started feeling horny, so I closed the curtains and put on one of my gay porn VCR tapes. There really wasn’t any need to close the curtains because my windows faced to the back of the building where there was no path, buildings, nor any reason for anyone to be there, and it was pitch dark outside. Saturday morning came; I was finishing digging the garden, with Timmy’s help, when Jason came by with the lawnmower. He stopped to tell me his uncle was a dairy farmer and asked if I would like some well-rotted manure, that didn’t smell, for the garden. So that afternoon, with their mothers’ permission, the two boys and I drove to the farm and loaded half-a-dozen bags of manure into the trunk of my car, then headed home. They both sat in the back and, as I drove, there was quite a bit of giggling. Looking in the rear-view mirror I could see they were playing grab-cock and both sporting noticeable bulges. That evening, after supper, I relaxed and watched another porn video, slowly stroking myself, wondering about the two boys’ bulges. Sunday I was out tilling in the manure, Timmy idly kicking his ball about when it landed under my bedroom window. I didn’t want him walking on the garden and said I would get it for him from inside. He followed inside and as I reached out of the window to pick up his ball, he said, “You’ve got a big one.” “A big what?” I asked. “A big cock,” he said. I was shocked and asked how he knew, since I’d never exposed myself. He told me he liked to sneak out at night, when his mom was sleeping, and peek in through the crack in my curtains and had watched me the night before as I pleasured myself. I pretended I was angry at him for walking on my freshly dug garden, but secretly I found it a real turn-on knowing Timmy was a peeping Tom. I said I would have to be more careful next time. “Don’t do that, it was fun watching as you made white stuff shoot out your cock.” “Can you make white stuff?” I asked. “A little bit, but not as much as you. I started making it just before we moved in. What is it?” “It’s called sperm, but people have different names for it, and it is what makes babies when you make love to a girl,” I told him. He promised to not say anything, bakırköy escort though I was sure he would tell Jason. The days passed and my garden flourished; soon the tomatoes and corn were shooting up in the nice, rich soil outside my windows. My muffler had broken, so I was laying under my car fixing it when a ball rolled under and came to rest by my face. I grabbed the ball and wriggled out from underneath and there was Timmy standing astride me as I looked straight up the legs of his shorts; he wasn’t wearing underwear and his cock was half hard. I tented up at the beautiful sight of his boy cock and he said, “You’ve got a boner!” A few weeks later there was a knock on my door, it was Margaret. I invited her in, then she asked if I wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on Timmy as she would be going away for the weekend with her boyfriend. I said certainly, not a problem; Timmy could sleep on the fold-out couch in the living room. Then she said that perhaps I could talk to him about `boy things’, as she knew how much he liked me, and thought it would be better coming from a man. She then went on to tell me that Timmy was sometimes a bit precocious, and she didn’t quite know how to deal with it. I didn’t tell her I’d already noticed Timmy’s precocious nature. Friday evening arrived and shortly after I got home from work, there were Margaret and Timmy with his PJ’s, toothbrush, and his ball. I left Timmy watching TV while I made supper. As I looked into the living room, there was Timmy on his belly, with the ball under his groin, rocking back and forth as he watched his favourite show. I was turned on and got a boner that wouldn’t go down, so, while things were cooking, I went in the bathroom and quickly rubbed one out. Relief! Over supper, pork chops in mushroom sauce, potatoes, and carrots, we talked about all kinds of things, until Timmy said, “Mom told me you are going to tell me all about sex.” I was taken aback by his straightforwardness and said yes, she had asked me to explain things. I cleared my throat and started by asking him how long he had been masturbating. He looked at me quizzically, so I reiterated, “Rubbing your cock until it feels good.” “Ever since I was little; I found if I rubbed it long enough I would get this awesome tingly feeling, then a few months ago it started squirting white stuff. Is that what they told us about in sex-ed class?” As we were talking, I could see his hand go under the table and start to fondle himself. This was making me feel horny as I started oozing precum, making a wet spot on the front of my pants. “Don’t the other guys talk about this stuff?” I asked. “They just talk about girls and how big their boobs are. I don’t like girls; I think they are silly.” “When I saw you mas…whatever, you took your cock out and held it with your hand. Does it feel as good balgat escort that way?” “Even better,” I said. “Let’s go into the bedroom and I’ll show you.” We went into the bedroom where Timmy took his clothes off, revealing his beautiful boy cock, my own straining in my pants and leaking. “Why are your pants wet, did you pee yourself?” “No, that is precum, it is what happens when you feel really horny.” “Show me,” said Timmy. So I took my clothes off and we lay side by side, both completely naked. Timmy touched my cock which made it jump and ooze out more precum. “It feels sticky,” said Timmy. So I took some of my precum and smeared his cock with it, then slowly started rubbing it; gently pulling his foreskin back, gradually revealing his beautiful pink head until it was fully exposed. He only let out the slightest gasp as it stretched over the corona. “I didn’t think it could do that, I always thought I’d hurt myself, so always stopped when it got tight.” Timmy’s hand took hold of my cock and mimicked my motions. It didn’t take long before he ejaculated on his belly. “Wow! It’s never done that before. It’s always just made a mess in my PJ’s.” He continued to rub my cock until it shot a rope of cum up my chest, and a few more squirts on my belly. We lay there feeling happy with our new experiences; him finding out how to use his hand, and me for having been wanked by a beautiful young boy. “I don’t make that precum stuff yet.” “That’s normal,” I said. “What you can do is spit in your hand and use that instead.” Timmy put on his PJ’s, I put on my dressing gown, then we went back to the living room where he snuggled up against me as we watched TV; I was in seventh heaven. On Saturday we goofed around, played soccer with Jason and Josh, and weeded the garden. The corn and tomatoes made a screen in front of my windows, so I didn’t need to close my curtains anymore. Over supper, homemade macaroni and cheese, I told Timmy more `boy stuff’, which got us both feeling horny. We went to the bedroom, got naked, then I said I was going to show him something new. I leaned over him and took his boy cock into my mouth while pulling his foreskin back, then licked the head, tickling his piss-slit and underside with my tongue, making him squirm with pleasure. He then asked if he could do the same to me, so I guided him till we were in a sixty-nine position. I felt his soft lips take the head of my cock and inch by inch work his way down my shaft until he had half of it in his mouth. I felt his cock go rigid, then the sweet nectar of his boy juice which I swallowed. I felt my balls tighten and the pressure build, pulling out before I choked him, and blew my load all over his face. Once again, we snuggled together watching TV until bedtime, when Timmy asked if he could sleep with me. Sunday morning we awoke, spooned together, my morning wood pressing between the cheeks of his sweet bubble butt, and lay there until we both needed to piss. As we both went together, we had a swordfight with our streams of piss. In the evening, Margaret came to pick up Timmy and, as he went back to their apartment, she thanked me and said, “I’m sure you both had a good time; I know what boys like to do.” -=0=-