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VIDEO GAMES
Part 2
"Hey, Chris. You know what you said about you and Dennis?"
"What? When?"
"You know. The other day when you were over my place. About you and Dennis, you know,
doing things...sex stuff."
"Oh, that. Yeah. What about it?"
The three young boys were sitting in one of the school’s shelters eating their lunch.
The shelter was just a small, tin covered lean-to like a bus shelter, with open sides and
a full length bench running along a back metal wall. I had seen them heading off towards
this one, which was set away from the main area and near the scrub bordering the school
and I had made my way unobtrusively around the yard until I had come up to it from behind.
I now leant against the tree at the back of it, to all intents and purposes to any
onlooker, watching the yard and students as though I was on yard-duty, but, in reality,
listening to the conversation of the youngsters inside. They were unaware I was there.
Jay had come to my office this morning just before recess time. My heart skipped when the
youngster had poked his head around the doorway to see if I was there. My secretary had
had to go to the bank so we were alone. I greeted him and he came in. As he walked across
the office towards me, I could see him nude again, could see his naked body beneath his
uniform, could see him moving around in the glare from the movie-lights just for me. There
was an instantaneous movement in my pants. I think Jay was also remembering and
visualising because he had a shy smile on his face and was blushing as he came around my
desk to stand beside me. I noticed he had closed the door.
I slipped my arm around his waist as he came up to me, allowing my hand to close over his
buttock. He didn’t resist.
"How are you, Jay? No worries about yesterday?"
"No, Steve...er...I mean, Mr Donald.." he said.
"Steve is okay, when there’s just you and me. Did you like what we did?" I
slid my hand onto the bare skin at the top of his thigh. He was hot and smooth. I rubbed
lightly up and down, my hand sliding in under the leg of his shorts.
"I sure did. I thought about it all night." He giggled. "That
tickles." He wriggled and my hand slid up under his shorts to his crotch. I closed
over the front of his underpants. He was stiffening.
"I thought about this all night, too," I said, taking his lengthening little
penis between my finger and thumb. "And about you touching my penis and making me
come. You certainly made an impact on me. young man. The video is terrific."
"Can I see it? I forgot about that! I mean, I remembered, but the other stuff was
even more exciting. I made myself come again last night. I thought about what we did and
got a stiffy and I rubbed it like you did and made that stuff come out again. It
wasn’t as much, though."
"I guess you were all 'comed’ out. Your body needs time to make the semen. It
still feels good, though, doesn’t it? I made myself come again, too, last night
thinking about you. We must have been connected." I smiled up at him. "I’m
looking forward to seeing this little fellow again." I gave his now hard penis a
squeeze through the cloth of his underpants. "And I’d like to make it squirt
again. Just for me."
"Me too," Jay responded, his breath catching. "I’d like to see
your’s again, too. And I really liked seeing your stuff coming out. Can we do it
again on Saturday?"
"If the boys you get are willing we can all do it. If not..."
"I’ll ask Chris at lunch time. I reckon he’ll be in it. I hope so... What
happens if he won’t? Will we still...?"
I raised the leg of Jay’s shorts, exposing his white underpants. His hard shaft was
visible through them. I pulled the leg-band aside and hooked my finger around his erection
and eased it out from its covering. How hot and hard it felt! Jay gasped as I wrapped my
hand around his penis leaving only the bright red glans exposed. I looked down at it. It
looked raw and shiny and there was a stickiness to it that indicated he had been leaking.
I touched the finger of my other hand to its tip, spreading the slit. He groaned and
leaned in towards me.
"I don’t think I’ll be able to resist this," I said, my voice slightly
husky. I leaned over and kissed the end, closing my lips over the slightly moist tip. His
heat and taste immediately engulfed me and it was all I could do to stop myself from
sliding my mouth over him completely. Jay cried out as I came down onto him and his hands
clutched at my hair. I forced myself to let him go and sit back away from him. Jay looked
flustered and embarrassed when I moved away from him and left him standing there with his
erect penis poking out from under his shorts.
"Hey, matey. I’m sorry. But we mustn’t do this here. It’s too
dangerous. I’m sorry I got carried away. We’ll have to wait until we’re at
my place. You’d better put yourself away."
He fumbled himself back into his pants and smiled. "I really liked it when you sucked
on me yesterday, Steve. I thought you were going to do it again. I think I’d like to
try to do that to you. But I guess it isn’t the right time or place to do it. What if
old Johnno saw!" He laughed his delightfully boyish giggle.
"She’d have a fit, wouldn’t she! You’ll just have to wait until
Saturday. I can see I’ve created a monster here!"
Jay looked at me, concern on his face. "What do you mean?" he asked.
I laughed. "I mean I’ve turned you into a little sex maniac. When you came to my
place yesterday you were innocent and shy. And now look at you. Wanting to touch me,
letting me get your penis out, wanting me to suck you, wanting to suck me.... And in my
office!"
Jay blushed. "Yeah....I guess you have," he said. "Is it wrong? I mean...I
like it. I’m sorry if..."
I stood up and hugged him. "No, matey. It isn’t wrong to like sex. I guess many
people see it wrong for you and me to have sex, which is why we must be careful, but I
won’t ever do anything to hurt you or to upset you. When you are with me you can be
as sexy as you like. You can do anything you like whenever you like. But only when we are
at my place. Okay? I love you being a sex maniac for me."
Jay hugged me back then we separated. "Okay, Steve. I’d better go. I’ll see
Chris and let you know whether he and his brother will do it on Saturday or not."
"Good. Don’t forget to let them know they can earn fifty or one hundred dollars
each, depending on what they do."
Jay laughed. "Hey! I’d forgotten about that. I’d do it for nothing, now I
know what you want!"
I laughed with him. "I might keep you to that!" I told him as he moved towards
the door. "I hope you can convince Chris and his brother. I’ll look foward to
hearing back. See you later."
Jay had ducked back out of the office and it wasn’t until lunch break that I saw him
again. He was walking over to the shelter with another boy around his same age. I guessed
this was Chris. He was a slender youngster, dark, curly hair cut fairly short, nice
looking face and he had an air of confidence about him as he walked. I hoped this was
Chris. He was a cutie. The thought of getting to see him without clothes was very
appealing. And if his brother was similar....!
The two boys entered the shelter and I decided I’d like to hear their discussion so I
made my way in a casual arc until I was leaning against the tree at the rear of the
shelter, unseen and unnoticed by the boys inside. I realised there was another boy waiting
for them but I couldn’t see him, only hear him talking. I guessed this was
Chris’s brother.
"Well what do you do?" Jay asked.
The two boys laughed. "You want to join us?" one asked, his voice slightly
deeper than Jay’s.
"I might," Jay retorted. "Depends what you do."
"You mustn’t tell anyone if we tell you," the other boy said. He sounded
younger so I guessed this was Chris. "Promise?"
"Yeah, Chris. I promise. I might tell you something, too, if you both promise not to
tell anyone else."
"Yeah? Okay, we promise, don’t we Dennis?"
"Yeah. What are you going to tell us?"
"You tell me first what you do. Then I’ll tell you some secret things."
"We look at each other with no clothes on. You know, when we are stiff and
that." Chris began. "Dennis can make stuff come out of his thing by rubbing
it."
"Yeah," Dennis said. "My cousin showed me how. Chris can’t do it yet,
he doesn’t have any hair around his dick. But I can. It feels real good. Sometimes
Chris rubs me and makes me come. Don’t you?"
"Yeah. I like doing it, too. When I rub myself I get really tingly and my thing feels
like it is going to do something, but nothing comes out. So I rub Dennis’s until he
comes. He plays with me as well. We wrestle with nothing on and he likes to rub himself
all over me. He even bites me on the dick!" Chris giggled.
I could tell by the excited tones of their voices that the three of them were getting
aroused by their conversation. I guessed there were three little hard penises straining
against shorts the other side of my hiding place. My own penis had stiffened listening and
imagining the scenes described.
"Do you really?" Jay asked Dennis. "What does it taste like?"
"I didn’t bite a piece off!" Dennis laughed. "I just put it in my
mouth and suck on it a bit. You mustn’t be too rough or it hurts too much."
"I know that," Jay retorted. "Do you suck Dennis’s, Chris?"
"Sometimes. His is really big. He’s got hair around it and his balls are big,
too. Much bigger than mine. He squirts his stuff into my mouth sometimes. I like to taste
it. I didn’t the first time, though."
"I caught him by surprise. He was sucking on me and I just let go. He nearly choked,
didn’t you, Chris?"
"I just wasn’t expecting it. When you tell me you’re coming I don’t
choke."
"I know. Don’t get upset. Why all the questions, Jay? You want to try it?"
"Maybe I do. Or maybe I’ve got something better in mind."
"Something better than sucking on my dick?" Dennis chortled. "Ain’t
nothing much better than that, hey, Chris?"
"Don’t be a smart alec, Dennis. What did you have in mind, Jay?"
"If I tell you, you have to swear not to say anything to anyone. Okay? Swear?"
"Swear!" both boys answered at once. "Must be good," added Dennis.
"I’m stiff already. You want to see it?"
He must have poked it out of his shorts as he said it because Chris gave a yelp. "Put
it away, Dennis! What if someone sees it? What if a teacher sees you? You’d be in
real strife." He sounded quite anxious. How I wished I could see what was going on!
But my time would come, I hoped.
"I wouldn’t mind," Dennis replied. "There’s a couple of teachers
who’d probably like to see it!" My heart jumped at that. What had Dennis
noticed? Was it me? Had I done something to let him be aware of my interest in boys?
"Old Macintyre for one," he continued. "He’s always trying to look at
us in the changerooms after P.E.. And Miss Jenson. I reckon she’d grab it!" I
smiled to myself at the image that conjured up. Dennis was probably right! But old Mac?
That was of interest.
"What about Mr Donald?" asked Jay. My heart did a back-flip this time! It was
coming out. Jay was going to set it up for me. Now was make or break. I realised I was
quite nervous.
"I wouldn’t mind him seeing me," Dennis replied. "He’s okay.
He’s nice looking. I’ve seen him looking at the boys a few times. I reckon
he’d probably like to see it. Why? Would you let him see your’s?"
Wow! I felt myself flush. I wondered how many times kids spoke about us like this when we
weren’t around.
"You promise you won’t say anything?" Jay asked.
"Yeah! We already promised," Chris said.
"Is this about Mr Donald?" Dennis said. He suddenly twigged. "You mean
you...? You’ve let him see you? You’ve seen his?... Is that it?"
"You mustn’t say anything to anyone," Jay said.
"Wow!" Chris exclaimed. "You’ve seen Mr Donald’s thing?
What’s it like? Big?"
"He didn’t say that, stupid! Did you see his or did he see your’s?"
Dennis asked, a note of eagerness in his voice. It was so strange to realise they were
discussing me so intimately.
"Both," stated Jay.
"Really?! When?! How did you...? What did you do?" Both boys spoke at once,
their voices suddenly lowering as they realised the import of Jay’s statement.
"You mean you and Mr Donald showed each other your things? Did you undress together?
Were you stiff? Was he stiff?" Chris’s questions tumbled out.
"Did you touch him? Did he come? Did he touch...."
"Hey! Not so fast. I’ll tell you about it 'cause it has to do with the offer I
was going to make you earlier. Mr Donald will pay for us to strip off for him while he
videos us. And he’ll give us more if we do other things."
I held my breath. This was it. There was silence for a moment or two and I would have
given anything to see what the boys’ reactions were. But I remained hidden. Finally
Dennis broke the silence.
"He’ll pay us to undress for him? How much?"
"He wants us to dance. You know, do a striptease, while he videotapes us. Fifty
bucks."
"Fifty bucks!? Each? Just to undress and dance. Cor! I’ll be in that."
Chris sounded excited.
"What else does he want us to do? And how much extra will he pay?" Dennis asked.
"He’ll give us another fifty if we touch ourselves. Or if we let him touch us
and we touch him and,you know, do sexy stuff with him."
"And you’ve already done this?"
"Yesterday afternoon."
"Wow! What did you do?"
"I just took my clothes off while he recorded it. He played music while I did it.
Then he took his pants off and touched me and I touched him and he came and he made me
come. It was great. He’s a nice man. He was really kind. Didn’t do anything
rough or nothing."
"You touched his thing? While it was stiff? How big was it?" I was beginning to
like Chris’s eagerness.
"Its really big. I couldn’t reach around it. It was about this long." I
would have loved to have seen the demonstrated length as both boys 'wowed’ again.
"And it squirted lots of stuff out."
"Did you make him come? Or did he do it to himself?"
"I guess a bit of both. He rubbed my thing until I squirted, then I rubbed his and he
came. Then he sucked mine and made me squirt into his mouth. Then he played with my
and made himself come again. I think I came again while he was doing that. It was really
exciting."
"Did he touch your bum? Did he try to stick his dick inside you?" Dennis was
obviously aware of what men and boys sometimes did and I wondered how he knew these
things. I wondered how old his cousin was that showed him how to masturbate and whether he
and Dennis had done more than that.
"No. Nothing like that. He touched me there but I think he liked my thing better. And
my ."
"Did you suck his?" Chris asked.
"No. I would have liked to but he moved down to my . I did taste the stuff that
came out, though. It had a funny taste but I liked it."
"I like the taste of Dennis’s stuff, too. I wonder if everyone’s tastes the
same?"
"You’ll be able to find out, won’t you?"
"You mean you’ll do it? Both of you?"
"I will. You’ll be in it, won’t you, Dennis?"
"You bet. I’d like to see Mr Donald’s old fellow. When?"
"On Saturday. At his place. I’ll let you know the time. But don’t say
anything or it won’t be on."
"For a hundred bucks a piece we won’t say a word. Right, Chris?"
I’d heard what I had hoped for. I was tempted to have a sneak preview then and there,
but it was too risky. Patience, my friend. Patience. I sneaked away from my hiding spot
and headed back to my office, both hands in my pockets trying to conceal my erection.
Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.
*************************
By the time the boys arrived I had everything setup ready to go. The three of them came
together, Jay looking excited and eager, the other two slightly nervous but both with an
air of excitement and anticipation about them. Jay was wearing his usual shorts and
t-shirt, as was Chris. Dennis had on an old pair of jeans and a tank-top. He had a muscly
little physique and the tank-top set it off beautifully. They all had on sneakers but only
Chris wore socks with his. I had decided to do as I had done on Wednesday and wear minimum
covering to let the boys know straight away what was expected. My penis had been going up
and down all morning in anticipation of the afternoon’s events and it had taken all
my will-power not to put on Jay’s video and masturbate. I had wandered around the
house and yard naked, as I usually did, doing my weekend chores, waiting for the hours to
pass. My penis had not been less than semi-erect and was that when the boys rang the
doorbell. I had slipped on my bathers and, not bothering to hide my arousal, opened the
door to my three little performers.
There were a few moments of awkwardness as the boys entered my house and introductions
were made. We all sat down in the pit and I brought drinks out for us. All of them had
difficulty keeping their eyes from my groin and I smiled inwardly. I walked around in
front of them, feeling their eyes judging the shape and size of me under my nylon speedos,
glancing away in embarrassment when they saw me looking at them. Except Jay. He just
smiled and looked back at me.
The three of them sat on the lounge and I squatted on the floor in front of them on a
cushion. It was another warm, sultry day and I had the airconditioner working on low
keeping the room comfortable. It’s low hum in the background filled in any silences,
putting the boys more at ease. I sat and looked at them in front of me, sitting like three
young lads waiting for the headmaster ... which they were. But not for the usual reasons!
Their nervousness was sexual, not the fear of a reprimand or a caning. They sat on the
edge of the lounge, giggling every now and then, looking at the lights and camera set up
behind me, looking at each other, looking at me.
I sat with my knees raised, my legs slightly spread. From my position on the floor, my
eyes were just above the level of the boy’s knees and my gaze wandered along them as
I drank. Jay and Chris sat directly in front of me, their legs apart. Dennis sat beside
his brother, his knees together, his eyes never straying far from my groin. The crotch of
his jeans bulged and I guessed he had an erection and got satisfaction from knowing that.
"So Jay’s told you what I expect this afternoon?" I finally said. "And
you’re all willing?"
Three young heads nodded. "You want us to dance and undress," Chris said.
"And you’ll give us fifty dollars. He said if we did other things, you’d
give us fifty more."
"That’s exactly right. I will expect you to show me everything. You have to
undress completely to get the fifty. And to earn the extra fifty I will expect you to get
stiff penises and touch each other and let me touch you while you have nothing on.
I’ll be undressed as well and I’ll certainly be stiff. So if any of that you
don’t want, then now’s the time to say so." Talking like this excited me
and my penis began to swell, tenting the front of my thin bathers. I made no move to hide
it. They all saw it.
"Uh...I....I won’t chicken out, Mr...uh...Steve..."Chris stuttered, his
eyes wide as he stared at me. His legs opened wider and I glanced at him. I could see up
his right leg and realised I could see his testes through the leg of his shorts. The
little guy wasn’t wearing underpants! He was certainly not going to be a problem. He
seemed even more eager than Jay.
Dennis was a bit more cautious though, and I remembered he was much more informed than his
slightly more innocent younger brother. "What are you going to do to us?" he
asked. "Are you going to try to stick that thing inside us?" He pointed towards
my bulging bathers. "You’re not to hurt us. Any of us." He certainly had a
fixation on that. I wondered again whether his cousin had done more than just show him how
to masturbate. Or whether he had had other experiences.
I turned towards him. "I certainly won’t do anything to hurt any of you, Dennis.
And I won’t stick my penis into you or Chris or Jay. You only do what you really want
to do. If it’s just rubbing yourself or if it’s touching or sucking on someone
else, that’s all I want. That gets you your extra fifty."
"He won’t hurt us. I told you that," Jay said indignantly. "I told you
what Steve and I did and you agreed to be in it."
"I just want to make sure we all know what’s what," Dennis said defensibly.
"I still agree to do it. I’m actually looking forward to doing all those
things."
"You look like you’re all ready to, too," I said, looking at the bulge in
his lap. He blushed and giggled, losing a lot of his teenage bravado and becoming more
like the vulnerable and innocent boy I had hoped for.
Chris also giggled and went red. "I’ll get shy doing those things with you.
You’re really big..."
I patted his leg. "I like little boys, Chris. Just ask Jay, here. You’re all
going to do just fine and I’m sure you’ll have a fun time. And an exciting one.
And you’ll be one hundred dollars richer!"
"Yeah!" they all chorused. "Let’s do it." Jay added and they
looked at me.
"I’m ready when you are," I said, standing up. My penis had begun to go
down but there was still a sizeable tent in the front of my bathers. I adjusted myself as
I turned towards the video.
"Are’nt you going to take your bathers off now, Steve?" Jay asked.
"Not yet, buddy. I want to concentrate on you guys. I reckon I’d distract us all
if I did now. There’ll be plenty of time later."
The three lads had stood up and I went over to the stereo after turning on the video.
"You know where to do the dancing, Jay. Go onto the upper floor Chris and Dennis.
Follow Jay."
"Okay," I continued when they were standing side by side on the polished wood
floor. "Just let yourselves go. Do what you want. If you want to touch someone, do
it. If you get touched, don’t flinch away. Let that person touch you anywhere.
Don’t worry if your penis gets hard. I want that to happen. Don’t be shy or
embarrassed by anything that goes on. Okay?"
They all nodded, but they all still managed to look a little nervous and apprehensive now
that the time had come. Even Jay. It was perfect for me. I turned on the stereo and
started the tape. It was the same one I had used with Jay on wednesday. It was my
favourite piece of music and hearing it while boys undressed was like heaven to me. The
music began, filling the room with rhythm and sound. I went back to the camera and looked
through the viewfinder.
It took a couple of minutes before the three of them began to lose their
self-consciousness and let themselves forget the person next to them. Jay knew what I
wanted and took the lead. The others swayed awkwardly for a while, watching him, before
getting into their own rhythm. Before long they were swaying and twisting, doing their own
dance and beginning to enjoy the exhibition they were giving. I made comments of
encouragement until they were settled in then concentrated on filming.
I focused firstly on Chris. He was around Jay’s age, maybe a little younger. He had a
cherubic face, rounded and freckled, topped by short cropped dark hair, limpid dark-brown
eyes that were like a young calf’s with long dark lashes, a little button nose and
full lips. His skin was smooth and pale, his cheeks flushed. I didn’t know whether
their colouring was natural, or whether he was blushing under my scrutiny. He was looking
at the camera so knew I was filming him. He wriggled more energetically, shaking his hips
and stamping softly with his .
I panned slowly down his body. His tee-shirt had come out of his waistband and it’s
floppy shape concealed his body beneath. He was slightly built, though, and I looked
forward to the delight of soon seeing his upper body bare. I continued my downward
journey, pausing as his groin filled the view-finder. His shorts were slightly
thread-bare, a result of frequent washings and constant wearings I guessed, knowing the
poor financial situation of his single mother. Because of their thinness, and Chris’s
shaking and stamping, I could make out his penis jiggling around beneath them, unconfined
by underpants. It was as though he was poking around in his pants with his finger. His
penis looked to be quite long and large for a boy his age. It jiggled from one side of the
central seam in his shorts to the other and almost reached down to the edge of his leg
openings when he stamped his . His testes made twin bumps in
the crutch of his shorts, moving in time with his penis. It was extremely erotic and I
felt myself firming once again in response.
I followed Chris’s legs down, over his slim thighs, smooth and golden toned, over his
rather knobby knees, down his shins to finally focus on his ,
encased in a pair of the local football team’s coloured sports socks, bunched around
the ankles, and a worn pair of sneakers. As I zoomed in on his ,
Chris stopped stamping and kept his on the floor, rocking from one
to the other in time to the music. I glanced up at him and saw him watching me. He had
realised I was filming his and was keeping them still for
me. Jay must have spoken to him about my predilection for them and he was complying for
me. I was getting to really like this boy!
I went back to the view-finder, now filled with Chris’s .
Then his hands appeared and he began undoing his laces, tugging open each shoe as he undid
them. He squatted down on his haunches as he worked on the laces and I panned out slightly
to fit more of him on screen. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Squatting like he was had pulled his shorts tight and his penis had fallen out of the
stretched leg opening. It dangled like a thick worm from beneath the material, almost
touching the floor a few inches below him. He was much bigger than I had thought possible
for a boy his age. He was uncircumcised and his foreskin completely covered his glans like
Jay’s, but it was longer and came to a puckered point about a quarter of an inch
beyond the end of his shaft. His penis was at least four inches long and thicker than my
middle finger. It was slack, squeezed flat where it protruded from under the leg opening,
and swinging loosely beneath him. I didn’t know whether he was aware of himself being
exposed like that. He gave no indication that he was. He was concentrating hard on getting
his shoelaces untied and his shoes removed.
My penis was now erect, my bathers jutting formidably. My concentration went back to
Chris’s . He had managed to get his
laces untied and slowly eased the sneaker off his right . He slid it along the length of
his ,
drawing it gradually from off his toes. He placed it in front of him then took hold of his
sock-covered in both hands, squeezing and
rubbing the ball and toes as though to ease them after the confine of the sneakers. He
massaged his way back to the heel and around the ankle.
His penis dangled behind his wrist and he must have suddenly realised he was exposed as he
let go of his and tried to put himself back
under his shorts. I brought the field of vision back out, not taking my eyes from the
viewfinder until Chris was fully visible. He was looking at me as he attempted to cover
himself, a look of uncertainty coming onto his face when he saw me still concentrating on
him. He couldn’t help but have also noticed the swollen state of my organ and he took
his hand away from himself, allowing his boyhood to remain exposed. And I suddenly
realised it was hardening, beginning to fill up, forcing against the constriction of the
legband of his shorts!
I looked over the top of the camera and winked at the youngster to let him know he was
doing fine and was rewarded with a blush and a shy smile. I glanced at Jay and Dennis.
They were both dancing and watching me. Neither of them had begun to undress. They could
see me concentrating on Chris. I didn’t know whether they could see everything I
could of Chris or whether they realised he was becoming aroused, but they certainly knew
of my state and both grinned and looked down at me when I caught their eye. I smiled back
at them and bent back down to the viewfinder, adjusting myself into a more comfortable
position in my speedos. My penis was rock hard and made a solid ridge inside my bathers
from the groin to the side where it forced the material away from my skin allowing it to
be visible either side of the narrow strip of nylon. It felt highly erotic for me to let
myself be exposed like this in front of the three youngsters and my excitement was
increased each time I knew they were looking at it.
I panned out a fraction more until Chris was fully in sight, squatting there, penis
hardening, fully dressed and in his socks. He was looking at me and I waved for him to
continue undressing. I could just see Dennis and Jay either side of Chris and they still
had not begun to undress but kept swaying in rhythm to the music. Chris switched his
attention from me back to himself.
He remained squatting and began raising his tee-shirt. I filmed him slowly tugging it up
over his body, exposing first his stomach, then his chest and pale nipples and finally
dragging it over his head to leave his upper body bare. He was fair skinned and slender,
his rib bones clearly visible and very little muscle or fat. He was a little skinny, but
not unattractively so. His nipples were like his penis, larger than I would have thought
for such a young boy. They were almost womanish, a large, darker-hued aureole with a
well-defined protruding nipple jutting up from their centre. My eyes travelled down his
body to his navel, almost invisible because of the way he was squatting, his stomach
muscles folding over it. But then he stretched his arms above his head, firming his entire
upper body and belly. His navel was deep-set, a half-moon of skin folding over the top of
it, accenting the deepness of the indent. His shorts were low across his hips and his skin
was the same even paleness as his chest and this drew attention to his shadowed belly
button.
Looking at his lower body, my eyes were drawn once more to his penis, still exposed
beneath his shorts. It was now fully erect, its firmness making a tunnel underneath the
tight leg opening. It was pointed directly at me, its blind eye exposed to my sight. It
had not grown much longer or thicker as it had stiffened, only enough to draw his foreskin
back behind the tip of his glans. Most of his glans was still covered by his hood. I could
see that the foreskin appeared to be quite tight, and seemed to pull open the slit in his
penis. My fingers twitched at the thought of gently peeling that satiny skin back to fully
expose the little boy’s glans. How sweet it would taste in my mouth!
Fortunately movement brought my attention back to the videotaping and prevented me from
losing myself to my desires and maybe spoiling what I knew was to come later. I was so
excited, though, and realised I was very close to climaxing, my penis sticky with its
pre-sex lubricant. I glanced down and the thin strip of material holding my penis against
me was dark with absorbed semenal fluid. I wondered if the boys noticed it. I hoped
they did.
When I looked back through the camera, Chris had begun easing his shorts downwards. He had
rocked forward to rest on his knees, squatting back on his heels. He had drawn the shorts
under his buttocks and I held my breath as he slowly drew them down his thighs. His lower
belly and pubes were an even paler shade of his over-all creamy whiteness. How soft he
looked. He was hairless, his skin powdery white, his stiff rod pressed downward under his
shorts and only the tendons at its base visible to me as yet. Slowly the shaft was exposed
as the shorts were dragged lower. He was extremely well-endowed for such a young boy and
my eyes were riveted to its tantalising exposure.
Suddenly it sprang upright, slapping him across his belly, and then standing proudly erect
in my sight. It was like a miniature minaret, the encasing foreskin giving the entire
length a smoothness I had not seen before. I had only ever seen penises erect with the
flare of the glans fully exposed, like a plum or a mushroom on the end of a stalk.
Chris’s glans was still encased tightly in skin and the ridge of it was a smooth
bulge near the top of the long tube of his penis. The tiny part of the tip that was
exposed was a bright pink, its slit a dark red slash. It looked wet and shiny.
Chris continued to remove his shorts while my eyes feasted on his genitals. His testes
came into sight. They were still quite small compared to the size of his penis. They
looked like two pigeon eggs, resting in their snug fitting scrotum. His ball-sac was soft,
but still held quite close to his body, not hanging below the curving ridge running from
his groin to his anus. A dark brown line traversed this ridge, very noticeable because of
the whiteness of his flesh, and it could also be seen running up the middle of his
scrotum, although it was not as intensely coloured, before becoming a part of the flesh of
his penis. His testicles jiggled as Chris wriggled his shorts around his knees, still
trying to keep some sort of dancing motion going, although this was extremely difficult in
the position he was in.
Finally he had to give up and sat down on the floor to pull his shorts completely off.
Dennis and Jay had danced their way to close beside and slightly behind him, almost
touching his bare buttocks with their sneaker-covered .
Chris removed his shorts and threw them off to the side then leaned back on straight arms,
his body naked but for his white socks. His penis stood upright and he looked down at it.
His
were towards the camera and he spread his legs to allow me to film up between them. The
little guy was truly enjoying teasing me and the other boys and delighting in showing
himself off.
Then Jay got into the act. He gently brought his over Chris from behind and pushed
the youngster’s penis towards the camera. Then Dennis, who must have seen what Jay
was doing, did the same from his side. I zoomed in, my heart beginning to pound. My
viewfinder was filled with the sight of this beautiful penis being nudged and teased by
two sneaker-encased . Chris giggled and allowed the
boys to play with him, leaning farther back to allow them unimpeded access to his organ.
I moved the camera lower on the tripod until I was almost level with the floor, keeping it
focused up between Chris’s spread legs. Jay and Dennis caressed all around the
youngster’s groin with their , running up and down the
length of his shaft and nudging his testicles. I noted they were being extremely gentle,
making sure they did not hurt or graze Chris’s tender young flesh. Chris’s eyes
watched his brother’s and his friend’s fondling him and I could see
they were somewhat glazed, his mouth slightly open and the tip of his tongue just
protruding. He was a picture of young lust, enjoying everything that was being done to
him.
He lowered himself back onto his elbows and slowly raised his knees, keeping his legs
spread and bringing his sock-covered back near his buttocks. What
an erotic sight he made! He could now reach his with his hands and he slowly
took hold of each sock and began easing them down, pulling them below his ankles and under
his heels. Then he rolled each sock simultaneously down his
and off, flicking them away from himself and baring his to my gaze.
I could hardly contain myself. My penis felt rock-hard and tingly and I truly felt I was
capable of coming without the slightest touch, just from the purely visual spectacle
presented before me. I gazed at Chris’s . His heels were touching his
buttocks and his testes rested between them. His penis was framed by the blue denim of
Jay’s sneakers on the left and and the black and white Reeboks of Dennis on the
right. And each of them slid every few moments along the groove of Chris’s groin to
touch against his testes before returning to his penis, all in time with the music.
Chris’s toes were like his penis, longer than I had expected and as slender as
fingers. His big toes were even almost shaped like his penis, the bulge of his knuckles
similar to the bulge of his coronal rim under the tight foreskin. His nails were pink and
clean, well manicured and trimmed. I wondered whether he had cut and cleaned them because
he knew of my interest. Somehow, I thought he had. Chris’s other toes had a slight
inward lean to them, each one very slightly overlapping its neighbour. His little toes in
particular tended to want to hide beneath the toe next to it.
Chris took hold of each and ran his fingers around and
between each toe, spreading them and rubbing the thin flesh between them. He wriggled them
up and down and massaged the fleshy underparts before moving over their nails and up his ,
passing around his ankles and onto his groin. While he lowered his
back towards me, he ran his hands up his groin, around his penis and onto Jay’s and
Dennis’s shoes. I zoomed out slightly, bringing more of Jay and Dennis into the
picture as Chris tugged their shoelaces undone.
I also began carefully moving over to the steps with the camera still attached to the
tripod. I wanted to move onto the upper level with the boys as their actions became more
sexual. I kept focused on them as I made my way up the steps and set up again just to the
side and slightly in front of where they were performing. The three of them watched me,
not ceasing their swaying.
Jay and Dennis began to strip as soon as I had resettled the camera, while Chris reclined
naked between them, his hands resting on their which they had removed from
his lap. He was looking up at them as they danced, his penis rock-hard and sticking up
above his flat belly, almost reaching to his navel. It twitched with each beat of his
heart it was so hard.
The three of them were now in the view-finder and I glued my eyes to it. My penis had
softened slightly during my concentration on getting up to the upper level and was again
completely covered within my bathers. The damp spot from my leakage had increased in size,
however, and now almost covered one side of the material. Turning my attention back solely
on the three youngsters immediately invoked a response and my penis hardened once again,
straining against the confines of my speedos, bulging out from behind the narrow strip of
cloth. It would not be too long before I would remove my covering and let the boys see and
touch me, but, at the moment, I got a sense of satisfaction from being partially exposed
like I was.
Jay and Dennis were removing their tops, all the while their eyes were fixed on my lower
body. I watched Dennis slowly exposing his young body for me, raising his tee-shirt over
his muscly, tanned upper belly and chest. He did it in one fluid motion and I gazed at the
flesh revealed. His chest was nicely developed, defined ridges of muscles running down
onto his belly. His nipples were large and dark set on the fleshy plates of his breast,
their centres erect and lighter in colour. His shoulders were broad for his age, the
sinews and muscles rippling as he raised his arms to remove his shirt. His underarms were
as bare as his chest. He flicked the shirt away and brought his arms down, laying his
palms flat against his chest , covering his nipples. He rubbed over them in slow circles,
gradually lowering his hands until they were at the waistband of his jeans. He swivelled
his hips erotically, thrusting forward in time with the music.
Jay, by this time, had removed his top as well and his slender young body, familiar and
yet still highly erotic and attractive to me, was once again in my sight. The small pale
nipples, so different to Dennis and Chris, the almost fleshless chest itself, tanned a
wonderful golden colour but immature and thin and his boyish shoulders and arms, so unlike
Dennis’s. Their contrasts heightened my desire for them all. Jay was slowly lowering
his shorts, pushing them down below his hips, the white strip of skin covered by his
bathers around his lower belly coming in to view. He was wearing pale blue underpants,
bikini style. His shorts moved lower until Jay held them at the top of his thighs. He was
still swaying in time with the music and he let them go and they dropped around his ,
leaving him standing there in only his bikini.
He had none of the shyness of last Wednesday. I could see quite clearly he was erect
inside his underpants, his little penis sticking out solidly, poking the front of his
briefs outwards. He made no move to hide it but continued swivelling his hips and turning
from side to side. He lifted his as he danced to enable Chris
to remove the shorts from around them, which the youngster did, tossing them away to the
side of the room. Chris’s eyes never left the two boys dancing above him, his hands
still resting on their , and he stayed as he was,
leaning back on his elbows, sprawled naked on the floor.