That Guy

Boy at the Window

Chapter One

FINN LEWIS SAT naked,as he usually did when he was writing in his oversized leather chair in the office just off the lounge room. He gazed intently at his computer screens with last chapter of his latest novel highlighted in blue as frown lines creased his forehead and his finger hovered over the delete key. Wanting desperately to erase the last 12 hours of work and the pathetic ending of what he thought was a mediocre story at best he hesitated, feeling frustrated about erasing an entire day's work. The storyline had some guts to it, but he didn't want to cry for his characters, nor did he feel as though he knew them like hehad on his first three novels and he felt that it was just missing something; something grander than what it was.

His hesitation was borne from the fact that his publisher was expecting the complete first draft by the end of the week and Finn was certain he wouldn't be able to rewrite it in time, making the changes he needed or to even come up with an idea on how to fix it. He absently removed his hand from the keyboard and leaned back with one hand to his mouth and the other to his lap, lightly stroking a finger along his soft and flaccid cock. Being naked was quite normal for Finn as he worked alone in the newly renovated home he'd spent countless hours fixing up from the dilapidated shit house that it was when he'd bought it. He had just started working on his second novel and the renovation had been put on the back burner for a while, but between his second and third novels, he'd eagerly dived right in like he did with most things and completed it within six months. It was now a modern sunlight filled home with large open living areas and three bedrooms with bi-fold doors leading out onto the tiled decking and barbeque area. The only thing he hadn't gotten to yet was the landscape gardening and the old garage and shed was still in its original sorry state at the back of his garden.

Countless minutes passed as Finn sat there contemplating how he could rescue his novel from becoming the flop that it deserved to be before his mind finally registered the stirring in his loins, the result of the mindless fondling of his cock. His eyes darted to the opposite screen and the little folder icon as he considered opening up his library of gay porn he kept on his computer, delaying the inevitable decision to delete his work and practically start again from scratch. He bit his lower lip in silent anticipation and moused over the icon wishing that any fucking one of his current lovers were here to screw rather than having to just jack himself and cream his own hand.

Finn was openly gay but far from obvious. In fact, most people didn't believe him when they found out or were so confused by the fact that he didn't fit into their neat little box of what they thought a gay man was supposed to be. He was constantly hit on by women of all ages but they did nothing for him at all. He'd developed sexually at the early age of seven, masturbating often with images of his male classmates running through his head and had thought of himself asbeing gay ever since. His first sexual encounter other than at his own hand had occurred just after his ninth birthday, a time that Finn looked back on with fond memories as he'd shared his young body for almost four years with his twenty something year old male babysitter. He often reminisced about that time of his life and fantasized about it while jacking off remembering what it was like to have a grown man grope his tender body, pleasure his preteen little penis and take his virginity when he was just ten years old. But more often than not he would imagine actually being the man and what it might be like to experience the thrill of sex with a young boy. Finn had even gone as far as downloading a few illegal photos and videos and was amazed at just how easy it was and how much of it was available with just a few clicks of a mouse, but he'd soon deleted it all and wiped his hard drive a half dozen times knowing how foolish he'd been. Instead, Finn satisfied his desires by picking up and sleeping with a good many young men from the gay bars around town. His taste usually propelled him towards those that looked like they were still in high school, but his strongest desire of all, to be with a young preteen boy had remained at the forefront of his fantasies.

Don't get distracted, Finn silently berated himself and focused his attention back onto the highlighted text and the problem of his character with his hands going back to the keyboard and again hovering over the delete key. Think! The twist is too obvious… It needs to be a complete surprise, the audience can have no idea it's coming so that means the character can't have any idea either. But then why would a thirteen year old make such a journey knowing he was going to die?

Frustrated at his lack of ideas and his self-imposed celibacy for the time being, Finn pushed his chair back and paced the room with his arms crossed over his tanned and smooth chest. Get into character… get into his mind. Finn thought as he looked down at the wooden flooring of his office as he paced back and forth. He'd written into his lead character some aspects of his own life, and the best way he found to think like his characters was to do something they'd do, so he turned and walked into the open plan lounge with large panoramic windows and headed straight for his baby Grand piano.

Just as in his own life, Finn had written his young lead character as having had years of piano lessons and was fairly proficient in belting out classical compositions in near perfection. Finn flipped a few pages on his music sheets as he sat on the stool and found what we was looking for, cracked his neck and stretched out his fingers before settling his fingertips on the keys. The first bars of Beethoven's Für Elise rang out and filled the lounge as Finn chopped the keys all the way through the piece ending with the quiet last few bars as the sound faded into nothingness. Finn took in a breath as memories flooded his brain of his babysitter sucking his small stickon the piano stool after he'd played for him and once again was feeling the first twinges of desire welling up inside him.

With his willpower crumbling, Finn stood and reached down to grab his cock in his fist and started to gently massage himself as he walked to his comfortable leather couch and laid back with his legs spread open and one hand caressing a hard nipple. Thoughts of himself at just ten years old being fucked up the arse flew though his mind and the images he'd seen on his computer stimulated his senses for a minute as he jacked his cock to full mast before it suddenly came to him.

FUCK! Finn screamed to himself. Of course!

Finn jumped up off the couch with his hard cock forgotten and skipped to the bookshelf and quickly scanned the rows looking for the book he was after. This could work… it's not revenge that motivates him, it's love.

In the silence of the house as his revelation sank in, Finn heard the faint bell from the school on the other side of the thick trees behind his garage signalling the end of lunch for the boys at the preppy private school for rich kids. After a few seconds he absently looked around towards the source of the noise, even though he knew the school was hidden from sight through the trees and his eyes widened in surprise.

The back of a kids head disappeared from view as he jumped down from the planter boxes under his window. Finn stood motionless for a few seconds before going over to the window and looked out, spotting the lad slinking along the hedge almost fully concealed as he headed back towards the dense underbrush of trees and was soon out of sight. At least Finn assumed he was a he. He'd had on a bright maroon colored school blazer that flapped at his back as he ducked under before Finn lost sight of him. He knew that blazer was from the school uniform the boys wore after having seen and stared at them so often so there was no doubt in his mind the boy was from the school.

FUCK! Finn thought for the second time in as many minutes. Was he spying on me? The thought sent an exciting chill up his spine as the brief image of the boy he'd just seen out his window was freeze framed in his memory; a kid anywhere between nine or twelve years old with light brown or blonde hair and lightly built. That was about it, all that his mind had had time to take in in the short glimpse he'd had as the boy's head dropped away from sight in a blur. He hadn't even gotten a look at his face, just the back of his head and mop of hair before he disappeared through the trees without looking back.

Then another thought occurred to Finn… Had he seen me get hard and begin to jack off?

Finn had known the school was there when he bought the place three years ago and knew it was a private boy's school. He'd even fantasied about any number of the young boys he'd seen as he arrived home, weaving in and out of the expensive luxury cars and SUV's as school was let out. They were all dressed in their sexy little uniforms and blazers, but he'd never imagined one of them would actually venture into his lawn and he definitely did not think any boy would be so bold as to peak in through his window to spy on him.

Thinking back over the last few minutes, Finn thought about what the boy might have seen depending on how long he'd been looking in. He didn't believe in luck and knew that he hadn't just appeared in the last few seconds, meaning that he'd almost certainly seen him jack off. But how long had he been there? Had he been watching for a while as Finn was in his office?

Finn looked back to the office from the window that the boy had been at and he had a clear sight straight to his chair and computer. It was no coincidence that the lad had chosen this window to spy in – he was there to watch Finn, there was no doubt in his mind about that. But that could only mean one thing; that the boy had wanted to see and watch him. Did he know he'd be naked? And was this the first time or just the first time that Finn had seen him watching?

After a minute contemplating what had just happened, Finn decided to try and forget about it for now and get back to his writing, to try and make sense of his inspiration just before he'd noticed the boy and waded back into his office. There he spent the remainder of the day rewriting large portions and even deleting entire chapters to make notes on what he wanted to write in the following days, putting into words the changes to the young lead character. Already Finn could tell that the story would be a hell of a lot better with the new additions and depth, and he put all thoughts of the boy out of his mind until late that night, just as he was going to bed. He fantasied about the anonymous boy in the bright maroon blazer with light brown or blonde hair coming into his house and letting Finn have his wicked way with him before falling into an exhausted sleep.

***

The following morning Finn got up a little later than he normally would, showered and shaved and headed naked into the kitchen to turn on the coffee. It was almost 7am and Finn went to his office to turn on his computer and checked his email while he waited for the machine to brew, thinking about what he needed to do today. He'd have to get dressed at some stage since he was due to meet his editor in a couple hours at her office downtown, and as he came back out into the lounge heading for the kitchen again, Finn looked back at the window the boy had been at yesterday. At the back of his mind Finn wondered if he'd get back in time to be here for lunch and if he'd catch the little tyke spying in on him again. If he did, Finn thought he might give the little lad a show he'd never forget. It was a fantasy and nothing more Finn knew. In all likelihood he wouldn't return and Finn would never find out who it was or what he'd seen but the fantasy remained and his cock twitched at the thought and sent a wave of building heat into his loins.

Finn thought back to his years as the young lover of an adult man when he was nine years old. Jay had been kind and gentle with him and made him feel loved as well as giving him multiple immensely pleasurable orgasms at least three times every week. Jay had moved on once Finn had reached puberty and at the time Finn had been devastated, but he could understand why now, even if it did still hurt just a little. His Mom had been sympathetic and understanding and to this day, Finn often wondered if she knew the extent of his relationship with Jay and silently approved, knowing that he craved the attention of another male since his father had left them so long ago. He wouldn't have put it passed her to set him up with an adult male if she thought it was in his best interest.

She'd had a casual and hedonistic attitude towards sex and nudism and let Finn run around all day buck naked until he'd had to go to school. Wearing clothes and covering up was so alien to Finn at five years old that he'd strip naked as soon as he ran into the house after school, not caring which of his friends was there. He'd been so used to nudity as a child, having spent so many days at nudist camps and beaches that it came as a bit of a shock that others didn't feel the same way. His mother hadn't scolded him when he played with himself and got a little boner. In fact, she encouraged it and answered any questions he had about why it got hard and told him, rather conspiratorially, that if something feels good, then to keep doing it as long as no one got hurt.

Jay had come into their lives rather abruptly a few weeks before his ninth birthday and his Mom had him babysitting the young Finn within a week of meeting him, leaving him alone with her sexually curious nine year old son at least twice a week and often had him over for diners and weekends even when she wasn't out working. It hadn't taken too long before Finn was asking Jay the same questions about sex, but rather than just telling him like his Mom did, Jay actually showed him. At first it was just fondling his young smooth penis and balls and masturbating him, but within a few days Jay had asked if he could suck on his little pecker and brought him to orgasm. What followed was a sex education limited only by their imaginations with Finn learning how to suck on a man's cock and,soon after his tenth birthday was taking it up his tight ass on a regular basis. Maybe that was her plan all along.

The coffee machine beeped, pulling Finn from his memories and he went around the island bench to pour his first cup of the day. He was a little aroused but didn't have time to enjoy himself since he needed to be off soon if he was to battle the traffic into the city at this time of the morning. After dressing and gulping down a second coffee Finn left the house at 8:25am and slowly drove down the street, scanning the cars and boys walking along the sidewalk to see if he recognised the back of any heads with light brown or blonde hair. But after reaching the end of the street and turning onto the main road he'd not recognised any of them and set his mind to the meeting he had with his editor and the extension he was going to be asking for to get his latest novel right.

It was a gruelling affair, his editor jumping up and down about deadlines and publishers, release dates and marketing schedules but in the end, after she'd settled down, he showed her his outline and notes on the improvements and she was forced to agree it would sell better with a rewrite. It took a couple hours but he'd finally sold her on the idea and now he had an additional four weeks to deliver her another best seller. He was elated and felt so much more relaxed on the drive home than he had on the way out to see her. He hadn't even realised he was so wound up and tense until it started to ease and Finn debated whether to call in on one of his lovers to help him relax, but decided to head home instead… just in case. If nothing else, he'd enjoy a good old wank either way.

Finn made it home in pretty good time, parking his classic '69 Mustang straight into the garage at about 12:30pm that afternoon, well after lunch started for the boys just through the trees at the bottom of his yard. As soon as Finn stepped into the lounge, he purposefully avoided looking directly at the window in the off chance that he was there. He didn't want the boy to know he'd been spotted and scare him off if he could avoid it, but he kept a look out from the corner of his eye as he pulled off his jacket and tie and toed his shoes off his feet. As he expected, there was no sign of the lad as Finn stripped in his bedroom and came back out into the lounge once again completely naked and just a little hard, his cock swaying from side to side under his trimmed pubic mound as he walked behind the island bench to grab another coffee.

After collecting his iPad from the office, Finn sat at the bench and browsed Facebook and checked his email again with his eyes on the lookout for the mop of hair poking above his windowsill. While he was willing the boy to appear, he didn't actually think he would so his heart skipped a beat when he saw a slight movement of color from under the canopy of trees. The boy threaded his way behind cover down his lawn and around the side of his house. Finn desperately fought the urge to turn his head and look at the window while his pulse raced and it felt as though his stomach was in his throat.

He nervously put his coffee down on the bench and turned his body very slightly while moving his iPad around on the bench and saw the mousy blonde hair rise up over the sill and eyes peeking up over the edge to look in at him. The kid wasn't so stupid as to poke his whole head up and show his face, so that's all Finn could see of him. Being across the other side of the large room he couldn't get a good look at him, especially from just the corner of his eyes.

Holly shit, Finn though silently thought to himself. This is really happening… I'm being peeped on in the nude by a preteen boy!

His cock started to rise between his legs and Finn willed it not to get hard, but it was a lost cause. Keeping his face down looking at the screen on his iPad, Finn got up and casually strolled into the lounge and noticed from the corner of his eye the boy scoot down a little but didn't remove his eyes from the rim of the windowsill completely. Finn turned to the soft leather armchair at a slight angle to the window, and with his head still down gave the boy a full frontal look at his body from just a few meters away. After just a few seconds he sat down and settled into the chair with his legs parted holding the iPad up in front of his face, but not too high; Finn was able to look over the top at the boy while appearing to be engrossed in the device.

While he still couldn't see much of him, his dark blonde hair was thick and styled into a shaggy mop with long bangs down his forehead and he had eyes that seemed to radiate, yet Finn couldn't quite make out the color. Thoughts and images screamed through Finn's head as he sat in paralysed indecision whether to jack off in front of the kid or not, even though it turned him on so immensely to have a young boy watching him. Eventually, his lust and desire as well as his imagination of having his hands roaming over the body of a preteen cherub and going down on him won out.

Very slowly, Finn moved his hand up to his chest and held the iPad slightly to one side so the boy could see and circled his fingers around a hard dark brown nipple. His cock was growing at the thought of the boy watching him and slid down to fondle his circumcised semi-hard dick, massaging his hand up and down as it quickly reached its full six and a half inch [16½ cm] length.

Finn's eyes were focused on the lad at his window over the top of the iPad, watching him and saw his young eyes widen, but the boy stayed where he was with his eyes glued to Finn's crotch watching him slowly jack off. The thought of a young preteen boy watching him had Finn so hot and horny that his cock was soon slick with sticky pre-cum in eager anticipation. Giving the lad the show he obviously wanted fuelled Finn's desires and his paced quickened, holding onto his rock hard prick and hammering up and down as he put the iPad down on the arm and lent his head back, still keeping the boy in the corner of his eye to make sure he didn't disappear.

With both hands now free he slid the other down to grab his shaved balls and squeezed them tightly and groaned in blissful pleasure knowing that the boy was getting more than he ever bargained for. Through half closed eyes, Finn noticed the hands that were on the outside edge of the windowsill were gone and the boy stole quick glances downward before locking his eyes back between Finn's legs and his man sized cock being jacked in fast strokes. Finn couldn't believe it but knew what he was doing; the boy was getting aroused and was either rubbing himself off watching Finn or at the very least feeling his own little boner. With that realisation, Finn felt his balls tighten and the orgasmic sensations tingled deep inside his body at the root of his cock and exploded in a shower of cum that drenched his chest and splatted over the leather of the chair. With each new stroke Finn gave it, his cock bulged and spewed cum over his hands that ran down his shaft and balls to drip down between his legs as his bottom lip quivered in delight.

Again, without looking, Finn could still see the boy at his window staring in fascination as he came down off the high of orgasm and squeezed his softening cock to force out the last of his cum before letting it drop back onto his navel. Suddenly the mop of dark blonde hair disappeared down below the window and Finn heard a faint thud as he stumbled off the planter boxes only to see him again from the bi-fold doors heading back towards the trees, only this time he didn't go under them. Instead he turned left and ducked behind the dilapidated detached shed right at the back of Finns yard.

I know what you're going to do… Finn thought as he hurriedly cleaned himself up and dashed into his bedroom to pull on an old pair of sweaters and T-shirt without bothering with underwear . He quietly opened the back door and creptalong the grass in his stocking feet to the shed, thanking whatever God there was that he'd left the door unlocked and open. Finn planned to get inside undetected and would hopefully watch the boy jack himself through the many dozens of gaps and cracks in the siding. That is, if Finn was right about what he thought the boy was about to do, but he was sure he was after the kid had ducked behind the shed. What else was he going to be doing back there? There was no other way out from behind the shed other than the way he'd gone in.

Standing on tippy-toes as he reached the shed so as not to make any noise at all, Finn quietly stepped inside watching where he put his feet, being careful not to stand on anything that would announce his presence. With his heart pounding in his chest, Finn scanned the far wall looking for breaks where the sun streaked in between the gaps, knowing that the boy would shadow whatever light was hitting the far side. He could immediately see where the lad was, standing down at the back of the shed and Finn moved in that direction careful not to make a sound. He could hear the boy shuffling around and the distinct sound of dry grass crunching under his feet and as he got to within just a few feet of the boy, Finn heard what he thought was stutteredrasps of breath coming from the lad,confirming Finn's guess at the boy's intentions. Finn inched closer and cringed at the old weathered floorboards creaking under his feet, but the preteen boy's sounds carried on as though he hadn't heard.

Finn desperately wanted to see the boy and watch him, to see his little bald cock up close and feast on his preteen body even if he never got to touch it. His own cock was hard again at just the mere thought of seeing a naked little boy so close to him and his whole body seemed to be on fire with a craving for him so intense he wanted to scream.

The boy had chosen a spot as far to the back of the shed as he could get which made it all the more difficult for Finn to see him since there were relatively few peep holes for him to get his face to. He caught snatches of his maroon blazer and buttoned white shirt and directing his eyes down to a lower gap, he could see the boy's shins with his trousers in the dirt around his ankles. Straining his neck and being careful not to lean into the flimsy wall, Finn watched as the preteen boy worked his little penis back and forth under the cover of his shirt and blazer, although most of what he 'saw' had to be filled in as he couldn't actually see the boy's hands.

Goddamn it! Finn cursed. He could barely see a bloody thing and knowing that a young and probably smooth as all fuck boy was inches away from him jacking off made his yearning all the stronger and the ach in his groin burn hotter, but he couldn't do a fucking thing about it.

Finn could tell though that the boy was facing in towards him with his head leaning against the rotting weatherboards as he yanked on his young organ, quietly panting and shifting his feet every few seconds. He wondered what the boy was fantasizing about and whether he was playing back in his mind the sight he'd seen of Finn jacking himself and creaming his own chest or if he was imagining Finn going down on him and sucking his small hairless pole.

Right then Finn couldn't have cared less if the boy was the cutest and sexiest little fucker he'd ever laid eyes on or if he was a plain and pasty little runt whose own mother was ashamed of. He just wanted the little fella's dick in his mouth and to taste that sweet nectar of boyhood so much that he pressed his face up to where the kid's crotch would be, imagining him fucking his mouth. He was so close to the boy and could hear every quiet whimper as he worked his young stick back and forth; increasing in speed as he neared climax and Finn could see his body turn now and then towards the side of the shed. He was obviously checking that no one was coming to catch him without realising that Finn was right there, his mouth only a dozen inches away from his raging little hard on. After a few more short strokes, the quiet panting stopped only to be replaced by a low moaning and the creaking of the weathered boards as the boy pressed himself up against it in his orgasmic ecstasy.

Finn laid his hand flat on the wall at the boy's cock, trying desperately to see through the gaps and catch a glimpse of his throbbing little pole and felt him humping his hips into it as he came in dry heaving gasps. Finn almost moaned in unison with him as the boy pushed his crotch into his hand against the side of the shed one last time and held there for a few moments. The little lad sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a quiet whimper of pleasure before pulling back and simply leaning is head against the wall as the sensations left his young body. Finn didn't dare move a muscle in fear of making a sound in the sudden silence that followed. After a minute, the rustle of dead leaves and grass and the sudden change in lightsignalled the boy was preparing to leave. Finn heard him pulling up his pants and the zipper slide back up over the hairless little boy cock he never got to see, just before the lad crept back to the front of the shed and scooted under the canopy of leaves just as the school bell sounded in the distance.

It was over as quickly as it had started and Finn hungered for more, feeling a tinge of regret that he hadn't gotten a look at the boy's face or seen his soft and smooth hairless crotch. An overpowering frustration at his unfulfilled desires took hold of him, his yearning to hold and caress a young preteen boy's body and make sweet love to him was too much toendure. His own cock was hard again beneath his track pants after hearing, if not exactly seeing the young boy jack his immature member to orgasm and knew that he'd have to relieve the pressure building up in his balls. Thoughts of 'what if…' permeated his mind as he left the shed and stood in the exact spot the ageless young boy had been in just moments before. Finn figured he'd be running across the school playfield about now with his little penis soft in his pants, heading to whatever class he had with the images of Finn coming over his chest fresh in his young mind.

The opportunity had been there for him to act, but fear or cowardice had prevented him from following through on his desires. What events had to transpire at just the right time to bring a young boy to the very spot he was in now, the back yard of a boy-loving man and jacked off into his hand without the slightest idea he was being observed? And what did Finn do about it? Absolutely nothing, that's what. He vowed there and then that if the boy returned once more, things would be different next time. He'd tell the boy he'd seen him spying on him and that he'd watched him spank his little pecker and see how he reacted. Finn thought he could offer to 'teach' the lad some new tricks and let the dice fall where they may.

***

The rest of the day was spent in agonising frustration after a somewhat disappointing wank as Finn failed miserably to concentrate on his book, his mind constantly wondering back to the boy he hadn't seen but longed for nonetheless. He finally gave up when he heard the school bell ring out at 3pm and took a walk along the street just as the boys' were let out for the day hoping to recognise some part of him amidst the throngs of youngsters scurrying to the waiting cars. But he didn't. Finn returned home disappointed and laid down on the couch in the living room and closed his eyes, only to wake up well after the sun had gone down. He wearily lifted his sore body from the couch and headed to bed, silently jacking himself to images of a young hairless preteen boy before drifting back off to sleep.

Wednesday and Thursday passed with agonising slowness without a sign of the boy at his window, even though Finn was again naked and waiting for him to make an appearance both days. At times Finn despaired at the thought that he'd never return and Friday rolled around as it always did after Thursday, and then another whole week passed without any sign of the lad. Finn tucked the memory of the mysterious boy and what had happened away into the back of his mind, bringing it out only when he needed to and relived that glorious few minutes of him tugging on his hard little boner and the sounds he made as he pleasured himself.

A week and a half later, another bright and sunny day found Finn busy at his desk typing away furiously, completely engrossed in his rewrite and making good progress. He'd lost all track of time and felt his stomach grumble with hunger as he reread the revised chapter and then headed to the kitchen for a bite to eat. He didn't even look at the windowas he busied himself at the refrigerator looking for something to snack on until he caught a slight movement from the reflection in the stainless steel door. He almost turned to look before catching himself and his heart jumped into his throat.Finn had given up hope of ever seeing the boy again, thinking that he'd gone too far jacking off and creaming his chest for the kid to see, but here he was again peeking in through the window above the sill.

Finn had contemplated about what he'd do next time to give the lad something to get hard over, but he couldn't think of anything while allowing him to keep up the pretence of not knowing he was there. He'd considered inviting one of his lovers over and treating the kid to a bit of real man sex but again he'd discounted that idea as soon as he'd thought of it. He couldn't exactly pursue his less than innocent intentions of making a move on the boy with someone else there, so he'd decided to simply follow the same script as last time.

Forgetting about food and his complaining stomach, Finn stepped from around the island bench and stretched as if he was tired allowing his body to turn towards the window and closing his eyes for a few seconds giving the boy a good view of him. With his erection growing between his legs and starting to stick out, Finn slowly made his way to the couch and sat down, purposefully avoiding looking at the window and keeping his hands away from his prick. He pulled a cushion to the end of the couch and swung his body around to lay flat on his back with one leg bent up and a foot on the couch with the other closest to the window spread open with his foot on the floor. The boy would have a perfect side on view of his cock rising up from his groin and pointing up at Finn's chest waiting for the hand that would soon grip it around the shaft and stoke it mercilessly.

Finn resisted the urge to plunge in straight away and instead lightly ran a fingertip from the root of his cock, slowly inching upward along his hard shaft and over the angry purple glands that throbbed in aching agony for the body of a young prepubescent boy. His feathery touch circled the tip of his head and tickled the most sensitive spot just underneath the slit and he watched as his cock twitched and bounced above his navel. Finn was practically on fire with a yearning for the unseen boy he knew was watching and it took all of his willpower not to steal a glance at the window to see his eyes looking back at him.

Finally Finn grabbed his rock hard prick in his hand and gently began the slow massage back and forth as he closed his eyes in blissful fantasy of the boy being in the room and going down on him, his wet lips wrapping themselves around his meat and sinking his face into Finn's body. His thoughts were erratic and jumped from scene to scene as his pace quickened, imagining the naked preteen boy spreading his creamy thighs and offering his baby smooth and puerile organ to him to suck on until he came in dry orgasm. Knowing that the boy in his fantasy was watching and unaware that he was the focus of Finn's dreams had Finn so hot with a forbidden desire that he was at the brink of climax within minutes. Finn's free hand shot down between his outstretched legs and his fingers slid inside to push up on the root of his cock as he came in an unrelenting orgasm that rocked his body and exploded in his groin. Hot sticky cum shot up his cock and splashed down on his chest and stomach in an arch as he moaned in rapturous bliss to weaken and eventually ooze out and run down his hands.

It took a few moments for Finn to recover, letting go of his spent cock and smiling to himself. He could still see the boy's head out of the corner of his eye looking in from the window and wondered how long it would take him to deal to his own hard penis behind Finn's dilapidated garden shed. As if on cue, the blonde head dropped from view and Finn lent back in the couch to see his bright maroon blazer dart to the left and again disappear behind the shed.

This is it, Finn thought to himself as a nervous smile spread across his face. I'm actually gonna try and make a move on a little boy…

Finn took a calculated risk of giving the young lad a couple minutes uninterrupted playtime before he (hopefully) surprised him and caught the boy in the act, so took his time in dressing in the same loose fitting track pants he'd worn the other day, again without underwear. He grabbed a fresh T-shirt from his dresser and pulled it over his head noting the wet patch spread out on his chest where it soaked up the spent semen into the fabric. His nerves were shot to hell and his hands trembled slightly as he contemplated what he was about to attempt. He was filled with a deep yearning to have what he'd dreamed of for so long and hoped that the boy would prove to be impressionable enough to let him touch him even for a few seconds; that is, if he didn't scream bloody murder and oust him as a boy loving pervert first.

Pausing at the bi-fold doors for a few seconds, Finn steeled his nerves and then quietly opened them and stepped out into the bright mid-afternoon sun onto the tiled patio, tip-toeing down the two steps and onto the grass. His mind was focused solely on the boy hidden from view behind his shed; it was like walking along a tunnel in a dream with blackness all around him. The constant background noise of the neighbourhood dissolved into absolute silence except the crunching of the grass under his feet, which sounded like an avalanche in his ears as he approached the side of the shed. He was only aware of the yearning deep in his belly, the fire that burnt in his groin and the knowledge that there was a young, and apparently eager, preteen boy almost within his grasp if only he could keep the kid from running.

The only conscious thought running through Finn's mind was Don't fuck this up… as he stepped around the corner and was confronted with a sight he'd never forget.

His first full bodied look at the boy who'd been spying on him through his window was like watching a ten ton truck coming at him, almost like being paralysed with fear; except it wasn't fear that rooted him to the spot. The young lad was side on to Finn with his head lent against the shed, his pants down around his ankles and moving hands buried at the front underneath the buttoned white shirt and maroon blazer hanging down over his hips. He was slim without being skinny and the bare skin that he could see was tanned, but he was taller than Finn had expected, probably 4'10" or 5'1" [1.50 – 1.55 m] with the sun-bleached messy blonde hair that he'd seen at the window over his ears and reaching down to the nape of his neck. The young boy's eyes were closed with his bottom lip held between his teeth as his hidden hands worked his small organ back and forth and clenched the skin of his thigh.

Finn stood in stunned silence watching; he'd expected to find the boy there, tugging merrily away at his fledgling penis but hadn't been prepared to see him so perfectly bathed in scattered sunlight filtering through the leaves, the gentle breeze ruffling his blonde hair and his face awash in pleasure. The boy hadn't yet realised Finn was there and moaned imperceptibly, sucking in a deep breath through his nose and expelling it in quiet whispers only he could understand. He shuffled his feet apart as far as the pants at his ankles would allow and straightening his back slightly, reaching down between his legs and caressing his thigh. Finn looked up from the boy's black polished shoes to his tanned and smoothly curved calves, over his knees and thighs and then the white of his shirt and maroon blazer that covered his hands and shapely arse as he massaged his pint-sized boner.

Willing his throat to respond, Finn finally seized the moment even though he knew the wise thing to do was to turn around and pretend he'd never even seen the kid. But he couldn't. With some effort, he loudly cleared his throat and stood blocking the kid's only escape.

If Finn hadn't had such an aching thirst for the boy, he would have laughed at the comical way the kid jolted upright with a look of horror plastered over his face as he tried to step back, only to get caught up in his pants and fall backward onto his arse. Scurrying onto his feet in some haste, the lad frantically pulled his pants back up and clutched the open zipper in his fists at the front of his crotch, looking at Finn with alarm trying to find an avenue of escaping his humiliation. Finding none, he stood planted to the spot feeling the wash of embarrassment rise up his face.

"What are you doing behind my shed?" Finn asked in as calm a voice as he could muster.

After a short pause looking down at his feet, unsure whether to button and zip his fly the boy answered him. "Nothing."

"It didn't look like nothing," Finn said, keeping his eyes on the boy's downturned face and resisting the temptation to look him up and down. His heart skipped a beat as he drank in the boy's beauty; his face was as tanned as his arms and legs and fuck was he sexy! His sun-bleached hair hung over his forehead in thick wavy bangs and his soft skin was perfectly flawless with a smattering of freckles over the bridge of his cute button nose and wet juicy lips that Finn longed to kiss. But the kid hadn't yet looked back up and Finn and he couldn't see into his eyes.

The silence stretched out for a few seconds before the boy found his voice again. "I needed to pee," he said in a timid voice, saying the only thing he could think of that would explain why he'd have his pants down.

Anyone else would have had to accept the kid's story and let the matter drop, but Finn knew the boy was having a good old wank and refused to let the opportunity slip by. "Really?" he asked the boy.

After a few seconds when the kid hadn't replied, Finn put on his voice of authority. "Look at me when I talk to you. I didn't see any pee all the time I was here. What were you really doing?"

Finally the boy looked up and him with pleading in his eyes. "Nothing!" The boy exclaimed in his slightly high pitched voice. "I just didn't' start yet."

His eyes were a deep blue with thin light colored eyebrows and Finn was struck dumb for a moment. "You don't need to lie," he said finally, savouring the boy's sexy good looks. "I saw what you were doing, but it's okay, you don't need to be embarrassed."

"I wasn't doing anything wrong," the boy answered him, refusing to admit to what was plainly obvious.

Finn decided to change tacks, letting the lad know he'd been caught out spying on him. "You don't think spying on someone is wrong?"

The boy's face tensed and the mussels around his jaws tightened as he realised he was in serious trouble. He'd been caught red handed but still kept up with the pretence. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Finn answered calmly. "I know you were spying on me through my window. I saw you."

"No I wasn't," the boy lied again.

Smiling, Finn pressed on despite the boy's evident distress. "Yes you were. At least three times. I saw you."

"I'm sorry mister," the boy finally answered after a long pause with his eyes starting to well up with tears. "I won't do it again, I promise."

"How many times did you watch me?" Finn asked, ignoring the kid's promise since that's exactly what he didn't want him to do.

"Five times," the boy mumbled as a tear spilt over and ran down his cheek.

"Why?"

"I dunno," the boy said, shrugging his shoulders and wiping away the tear.

I'm not getting anywhere like this, Finn thought to himself. "What's your name?"

"Ben."

"Ben what?" Finn asked.

"Ben Gibson."

"And how old are you?" he asked with his voice catching just a little. Finn had supposed the boy, Ben, was about ten or eleven years old, but he was about to find out for sure right now.

"Ten," Ben answered."Can I go now?"

Ten. Holly fucking shit! Finn smiled at the thought of a sexy wee ten year old jacking off in his back yard which Ben took as permission to leave, quickly buttoning his pants and pulling the zipper up. Able to finally let his hands fall away from his front, he took a step towards Finn looking to walk around him.

"Don't you want to finish what you were doing?" Finn asked, stopping Ben in his tracks."I can go back inside if you want."

"No it's okay I don't want to," Ben said and then realised the mistake he'd just made. He'd just admitted to what he was doing. He looked up at the man and saw him smiling again.

"Really? I know what it's like not to orgasm when you really want to. Do you know what an orgasm is?" Finn asked the boy.

Without thinking, Ben answered. "Duh… I'm ten, not two. Of course I know what an organism is."

Finn laughed at the boy's mispronunciation or the word. "Orgasm, not organism," Finn said. "So what is it then?"

"I don't want to say," Ben said in embarrassment, his tears now gone.

"That's okay," Finn relented, hoping he hadn't gone too far too quickly with the lad, but then thought perhaps he hadn't pushed hard enough. "I just wanted to make sure you knew what happened here yesterday when you had one."

Ben stood there in stunned silence, wanting to just disappear as his face flushed red again. "How do you know I had one yesterday?"

"I was watching and listening to you from in there," Finn said pointing at the shed. "I could tell you got one."

"Are you going to tell on me?" Ben asked a little afraid now.

"No buddy I'm not," Finn assured him. "Everyone does it, even your friends, so you don't need to be embarrassed. You saw me doing it and I'm not embarrassed am I?"

Ben just shrugged his shoulders not knowing what else to do or say.

"Well I'm not," Finn continued not wanting to let the momentum slip even for a second. "I did that because I knew you were watching and because it made me feel good. Don't you want to feel that again now? I can go back inside and leave you in private."

Finn paused then, giving the boy time to digest the fact that he'd let him see him masturbating and that Finn liked that he was watching. He swallowed and considered how to drop the next bombshell, the one that could end in accusations and public humiliation, or something else entirely.

"Or if you wanted, I could stay here and help," Finn said

It took a couple seconds for Ben to understand what Finn meant, and when it dawned on him he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"What do I mean about what?" Finn asked, acting innocent as though he thought nothing of asking a boy if he could help jack him off. "About doing that and liking you could see or about helping you?"

Ben shrugged, but Finn thought he could see something in his eyes; curiosity or perhaps even fascination? "Both… about helping me."

"Well, first, I did that because I liked knowing someone like you was watching. And second," Finn continued. "I think you know what I mean by helping you."

"You want to touch my doodle," Ben said. It was stated as a fact, not a question.

He shook his head slightly. "No, I don't want to touch your doodle Ben. I want to hold it and make you feel good… If you wanted me to."

Shuffling his feet, Ben looked down once again and Finn thought that was maybe something he did when he was embarrassed. "My Mom and Dad and teachers said I'm not allowed to let anyone else touch me there."

"That's good advice, but it's only because they want to keep you safe. Some people might want to hurt you."

"Do you?" Ben asked Finn, looking back up to meet his eyes as his hand went to his mouth to bite on a fingernail.

"No, you can go whenever you want," Finn said and stood aside as though to prove his point.

Finn didn't think the boy would run then, and when there was no movement he breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Ben was so boyishly sexy that all Finn could think about was getting into the boy's pants and exploring his young and silky smooth body in ways he'd only dreamt about.

"Are you gay?" Ben asked, watching as a faraway look crossed Finn's face and his eyes roamed his body. It made Ben feel all tingly thinking that the man was looking at him like that!

"Yes," Finn replied.

"Do you like me?"

"Yes."

"But I'm only ten."

"I like ten," Finn said with a slight catch in his voice, making sure he was looking the boy in the eyes and that he understood his meaning.

"Will I be gay too if I let you touch my doodle?" Ben asked next having already decided to let the man jack him off, but he was worried that it would mean he was gay too. Yet he felt his small boy sized penis growing in his pants nonetheless and he moved his hands over his crotch to cover himself.

Finn smiled and let out a short chuckle. "Not necessarily," he said, noticing the boy's movement. "Only if you like boys more than girls, but boys touch each other's doodles all the time even when they're not gay."

"Like me and Cory…" Ben said nodding his head.

"Who's Cory?" Finn asked, his mind swirling at the thought of this gorgeous boy fooling around with another his own age and the possibilities that that conjured in his head. He made a mental note to ask Ben about him again if he got the chance later on. "Does he touch your doodle?"

"Sometimes," Ben answered shyly but Finn saw the corners of his mouth turn upward just a little."He's my friend."

"That's good. I had a friend like that when I was younger than you, but he was older like I am now."

"Did he touch your doodle too?" Ben asked inquisitively.

"Yes he did and I liked it. We did a lot of other things together too," Finn said to Ben, wondering if he'd ask what other things they'd done. But when the boy only stood there, not showing any signs of asking, Finn carried on. "Were you thinking about Cory when you were playing with yourself just before?"

"Yeah…" Ben paused for a few seconds biting hip lower lip.

Acting on a hunch, Finn probed the boy further. "Were you thinking about me too?"

Ben didn't say anything, just nodded his head inconfirmation.

"About what you saw me doing?"

Again, Ben just nodded his head up and down and Finn realised two things just then; that Ben wasn't looking down at his feet in embarrassment anymore, and that Finn was talking too much rather than acting on the signs the boy was giving him. He's waiting for me, Finn realised. I just need to ask.

"Did you want me to make you feel good?"

"Yes," Ben said nodding his head for a third time giving Finn permission he so desperately wanted.

Fuck! It can't be that easy! Finn thought as he tried to keep the joy he felt from showing on his face. "Are you sure? You can say no or stop whenever you want and I will."

Eager now, Ben removed his hands from his crotch revealing the tented material of his thin trousers poking out under his white buttoned shirt. "I want you too."

Finn's mouth had gone dry as he looked at the ten year olds sexual desire manifest itself and the enormity of his next move. "Can I see it?" he asked quietly, as if he'd wake up from this dream.

"I feel embarrassed," Ben said in a small voice.

"You don't need to be embarrassed," Finn said gently. "But if you don't want me to see that's okay. Can I come closer?"

Seeing him nod his head Finn slowly took the five steps towards the young boy, looking at his sweet angelic face as he approached and marvelled at his adoringly sexy appeal for a kid of only ten years old. When he was close enough to reach out and touch him, Finn carefully lowered himself onto his ankles and rested his knees on the grass so he was just a few inches away from the boy who was now looking down at him.

"Can I touch you?" Finn asked.

"Yes," Ben answered simply, looking down at the man in front of him with his head level with his waist.

Finn could hardly believe he was there, kneeling in front of the stunningly sexy ten year old boy he'd first seen spying on him through his window, with his presumably hairless little cock poking out at him and almost gagging for Finn to molest him. With a surprisingly steady hand, Finn reached out and laid the flat of his palm on Ben's lower leg above the knee and inched his way up, gently gripping his thigh with his thumb. Finn's own cock stretched the fabric of his track pants as it sprang to full mast and a hot burning desire swelled deep in his loins as he curled his hand around brushing the boy's small cock with his fingers. Unable to see anything under the white cotton shirt, Finn traced along the short length of Ben's hard pole and slipped his thumb under to caress his tiny balls. Full of unbridled hunger, Finn raised himself up onto his knees and held the boy's arse in his other hand with his forehead brushing at Ben's stomach as he cupped his small package and felt the boy relax under his caress.

Lost in a mindless haze of ecstasy, Finn looked down at his hidden hand roaming and squeezing at Ben's crotch, fondling the boy's hard cock and remembered the countless times he'd dreamt of doing this. The first conscious thought that raced through his mind was just how right it felt to fondle the boy, yet it was also very alien to him having never felt such purity and softness. Having had numerous men's adult cocks in his hands, mouth and arse, Ben's boy-sized package fit into his palm so perfectly that he knew without a doubt, that whatever being had created them had meant it to be this way. He pressed into the boy, feeling his hard pole beneath his palm and gently squeezed his fingers around it while pulling him forward by the arse and heard Ben moan softly above him.

"Do you like that?" He asked looking up with the lad's cock pressed firmly into his palm and rubbing up and down.

"Yes…" Ben said in a trembling little boy voice, his eyes open and bottom lip sucked in between his teeth. "But it hurts a bit."

"It hurts?" Finn asked, releasing the pressure on the boy's crotch. "How?"

"My undies are in the way," Ben said as he tried to pull the think cotton of his trousers and underpants outwards.

Smiling in understanding as his own cock was now rock hard in his pants, Finn put his hands over Ben's and moved them aside. "Maybe we should just take these off then huh?" He said and without waiting for a reply, felt up to his button and snapped it open. He fumbled at the small zipper since he still couldn't see underneath the overhanging shirt, but with Ben's stiff boner guiding the way, he held the zipper between his thumb and finger and slowly pulled down.

Each click of the teeth sent shivers down Finn's back as he slowly tugged the zipper to its stop knowing that he'd soon have his hands on the kid's hard and naked tool. He felt Ben's trousers sag around his waist and then drop to the floor around his ankles with Finn's hand hovering for a second over the small bulge in the boy's tight fitting briefs. He wasted no time in wrapping his fingers around the thin pole of boy flesh, groping and squeezing gently as he fondled the ten year old, judging it to be around three and a half to four inches in length [9-10 cm].

Ben reached down and slipped his thumbs under the elastic band circling his hips and pushed down a little before stopping. "Don't look," he said to Finn with a shy pleading look in his eyes.

"Sure, okay buddy," Finn said not sure if he could keep that promise. "What if I stood behind you and did it from there?" He asked, relishing the idea of having his body pressed into the boy's back and arse.

When Ben nodded his head in relief, Finn released his hold from around the boy's delicate penis with his eyes locked onto his and brought his hand to his nose sniffing at the faint bouquet of boyhood. There was a brief glint of delight in Ben's eyes as Finn poked his tongue out to taste the lingering remains of his little boner before getting to his feet and moving around the lad, standing just inches from his back with his feet either side of his. His own cock was rock hard at the intimate exploration of Ben's tender young body and as he pressed his crotch into his soft arse, Finn thrust his hand down between them to lodge it tightly between the ten year olds fleshy mounds.

"Lean against the shed," Finn said, taking his hands off him for a second and lifting both his arms to rest on the warped boards. "Like this," he had to lean into Ben's back to reach the wall with the boy's hands and his face was in the kid's hair, smelling the aroma of a small boy in heat for the first time. It set him on fire with lust and tortured him with desire as he breathed him in, savouring the feel of his throbbing cock brushing against the valley of Ben's arse, but the thick maroon blazer still on his back was coarse and obstructed his view of the boy.

"How about we get this off?" Finn said as he pulled the blazer back from his shoulders. The boy pulled his arms back and shrugged his shoulders to let Finn tug it off him, not really thinking about how shy he'd been just moments ago. The blazer dropped to the ground a couple feet away in a forgotten heap and Finn turned back to the boy, tuning him towards the shed once again and lent into him.

Ben lifted his arms back onto the wall and put his weight on themas Finn stroked down his slender body, one hand going to his boyish chest and the other snaking its way down under the thin white cottoned shirt. Looking down Ben's tapered back, his heart ached to strip the boy naked and to gaze on his hot young body,but he fought the urge hoping that this would be just the first of many times Ben came to him seeking release. As if reading his mind, Ben took one hand from the shed and with Finn's help pushed his tight fitting briefs down over his hips and protruding dick, letting them fall atop his trousers.

Instead of going straight for the prize now that the kid was naked from the waist down, Finn roamed his hand up Ben's curved stomach and laid his palm flat, feeling the soft skin of his smooth preteen body as he slowly caressed him. He could feel the boy's racing heartbeat beneath his immature chest and the rise and fall of his breathing as Ben succumbed to the erotic sensations of a man exploring his body. The tips of his fingers snaked down under the shirt and Finn felt the slight rise of the boy's smooth hairless mound as he marvelled at the exquisite purity and velvety softness of the ten year old. He couldn't resist grinding his hips forward into Ben's arse as his fingers explored the forbidden softness of his naked mound and hooked his thumb around the base of the boy's hard little prick. Finn wrapped his index finger down and around the thin and throbbing shaft and with his other three fingers pressed up under his puny ball sack and groped him, eliciting a soft moan from the lad.

"God you feel good Ben," Finn whispered into the boy's ear. There was no way in hell the ten year old couldn't feel his big cock start to slowly hump his rear and the fact that he didn't resist or complain spoke volumes. "Tell me what you want me to do."

Ben took his hand from the garden shed to reach down to his crotch, but before he could grab his small organ Finn stopped him. "No buddy. Put your hand back up. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."

"Jack it," Ben said doing as he was told and laid his palm back on the wall waiting for the man to begin moving his hand in and out. He felt Finn's large hand fully engulf his miniature pole for the first time and his hips automatically jumped back in reflex, feeling the man's hard cock slide up the crack of his naked butt with only the tail of his shirt covering him. Finn pushed back with his crotch, forcing the ten year old boy's hard little dick to slide through the tunnel of his curled hand as though he was fucking it.

The enormity of what the boy was letting him do to him was utterly profound and the wash of sexual longing that descend on him was like a thick fog as he caressed Ben's boyish chest and felt his hairless cock slip in and out of his hand. Finn nuzzled into the boy's hair, unable to quite reach his sleek neck and found a nipple, circling his finger around it and quietly moaned in pleasure as he slowly jacked the boy back and forth.

"Faster…" Ben murmured as he turned his head slightly towards Finn bringing his tanned cheek close to his mouth.

Finn held the boy close with his body and roamed his chest, mashing his cock into Ben's valley and brushed his lips over his soft cheek seeing that the boy's eyes were closed. He longed to kiss him but didn't, satisfying himself instead with the feel of his small prick in his hands and the smell of a prepubescent boy drifting up from the hot body enclosed in his arms. He tugged his small three and a half inch [9 cm] stick a little faster, keeping his grip loose in fear of hurting the boy and ending their intimate coupling and felt him responding with slow rhythmic thrusts of his hips.

"Yeah," Ben groaned in a childishly husky voice. "Hold it tighter… faster."

It wasn't so much the words that fuelled Finn's lust for the boy's tender body, but the way he breathed out his commands in unfulfilled sexual desire. Finn gripped his young organ tighter and increased his speed eliciting a satisfying moan of ecstasy from the boy's throat as he succumbed to the throes of pleasure. Ben craned his neck to one side exposing his throat and leant his head back into the man's shoulder jabbing his boner in and out of Finn's hand feeling his large cock continue its insistent humping of his arse.

With his own sexual desire threatening to overpower him, Finn luxuriated in the sensations and feel of a ten year old boy and his willing body as he ground his cock into his arse and jacked the kid off with ever increasing speed until he heard the boy gasping with delight. His small body trembled as Finn held him tightly around the chest and humped his fuckable butt over the cotton tail of his shirt, feeling the heat radiate off him and smelling his sweat that reeked of boyish sex.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum," Finn whispered into the ear at his lips.

"Uh-huh," Ben breathed in a high pitched whisper. "Soon… Keep going," he pleaded.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum again buddy. Your dick feels so good in my hand," Finn said as he thrust his leaking cock up and down the boy's crack. He lowered the hand at the boy's chest, letting it fall between his legs and under his small balls to cup them in his palm and pushed his fingers into the root of his small cock.

Instinctively Ben spread his legs apart and dropped his arm down to his crotch, grabbing the hand jacking him and held on tightly, increasing the speed of his ministrations as he felt the hot burning deep in his groin intensify. He barely noticed when Finn brought his hand back up to his stomach and claw at his shirt with his fingers, drawing in the fabric and raising it above his bald mound and enclosed organ. Ben moaned in delight with soft whimpers emanating from his open mouth as he leant back into Finn's body, taking his other hand from the wall and holding onto Finn around his thrusting hip. He was on the verge of orgasm Finn knew as he gazed down the front of the kid's body, now angled into him giving him a clear view of his lower navel and naked soft hairless mound with his tiny purple head stabbing in and out from Finn's closed hand. It was the first time he'd seen the ten year old's cock and the effect was immediate.

Finn shuddered in orgasmic bliss as he came, thrusting hard up into the valley of Ben's crack and shooting a stream of cum as he creamed his track pants, soaking both himself and the tail of the boy's shirt in his semen. Holding his breath for what seemed an eternity, Finn ground his hips as he pulsed and squirted load after load over the boy's arse.

The boy felt the man's hard cock throb as Finn dug it into the crevice of his butt and knew exactly what had happened. He felt the wet sticky cum seep through the thin material of his shirt and onto his skinand reached his arm up around the man's head whimpering in eager anticipation for his own impending orgasm. He ground his aching rod harder and harder into the man's fisted hand as his face scrunched up and his body tensed from head to toe as climax finally seized him. He cried out in agonising pleasure as his small body rocked uncontrollably as waves of orgasm spread from his groin and his little cock jumped in Finn's hand, exploding with an intensity far beyond anything he'd experienced before. His knees felt weak as he clung to the man holding him up even as his caressing eased to gentle strokes, his little prick twitching now and then as his climax faded and the world slowly came back into focus.

It was an exhilarating experience for Finn; to feel a young preteen boy orgasm in his hand and to hold him tightly around his small body as he drank in his sex and smelling the boyish aroma of the ten year old. His dark blond hair was sticking down to his head with sweat and his white cotton shirt clung to his back between their bodies. Finn reluctantly let go of Ben's spent cock with regret that it was over so damn soon and slid his palm over the boy's soft and hairless mound and up to his stomach. Even before Ben had fully recovered, Finn turned him so that his back was to the shed wall and sat on the grass with Ben wordlessly following him; sitting down onto his lap with his back to the man and his legs spread wide either side of Finn's. Neither of them had said a word since they'd both come, and didn't feel the need to do so now as they both recovered on the ground; a ten year old half naked boy sitting in the lap of the man who'd just masturbated him to climax behind a garden shed during his lunch period.

Finn could see down over Ben's shoulders and saw that the boy had lost his modesty as his small wilting cock was on full display between his silky smooth thighs and poking up on top of his hairless mound. Bringing his arms back around the boy, Finn traced his fingers along the short pole before wrapping his palm around it and once again and caressed his immature chest, taking in a deep breath of the boy's sweet odour through his nose. Ben's cock slowly deflated in Finn's hand as he gently fondled it, leaning in to kiss at his neck watching his gorgeous boner fade hoping with all his heart that one day soon he'd show the boy the same pleasure with his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Finn finally asked the boy.

There was a barely perceptible nod of his head as Ben answered quietly. "Yeah…"

"Did you like that?" Finn asked even though the answer was obvious.

"Yes." This time the nod was more enthusiastic.

"Good. So did I," Finn said and after a short pause he then added, "You're very sexy, you know that?"

Ben turned his head to look back at Finn with their faces just inches apart and smiled. "No one's ever said that to me before."

Finn laughed. "No, probably not," he said. "Adult's aren't usually allowed to say that to children, but it's true."

There were a few moments of silence as both of them looked down at Ben's crotch and Finn's hand gently fondling his flaccid penis and brushing his fingers over the lad's smooth hairless mound. Ben's hands were resting on his thighs enjoying the man's gentle stroking. "You're gonna make it hard again," he said with a smile in his voice and wriggled his butt on Finn's lap. Finn just smiled as he tickled under the single globe of the boy's balls with his fingertips.

"Did you mess over my bum?" Ben asked, the slight breeze cooling his flushed body and feeling his shirt start to stick to his back and chest.

"Yeah, I think I did buddy. Sorry," Finn said smiling down at the boy, his cock stirring once again at Ben's wriggling.

"It's okay," he said.

"Just make sure you wash it off before your parents see it or we'll both be in a lot of trouble."

"Okay. Did you want me to come back again?" Ben asked suddenly.

"Sure, I'd like that. But only if you wanted to," Finn said.

"When?" The question was immediate. Finn could tell the little ten year old was eager to experience the thrill of climax again and would no longer be satisfied with his own hand.

"How about tomorrow?" Finn asked wishing that they had more time right now, that he could take the lad inside to his bedroom and strip him naked. More than anything, he wanted to see the boy completely naked and feast his eyes on his gloriously sexy body and suck his little preteen boy cock into his mouth.

"Tomorrow's Saturday," Ben said with obvious disappointment.

Fuck! Finn tried not to let his own disappointment show, but it was difficult and Ben picked up on it straight away. "I can come back on Monday," he said.

"That'd be good," Finn answered wondering just how in the hell he'd get through an entire weekend knowing that Ben was just as eager and willing as he was.

"Okay."

They sat in in the silence for a while with Finn still caressing the boy's soft penis with his foreskin now covering the once swollen head. Ben leant back with the weight of his upper body into Finn and breathed heavily watching as the man's fingers stroke his small doodle and soft hairless mound and over his thighs, feeling the goose bumps as they began to appear wherever his fingers touched.With some remorse, Finn finally moved away from between Ben's legs and reached up under his cotton shirt to rest his hands on his boyish chest and stomach. For a long minute he simply enjoyed just holding the boy in his arms and the tenderness of his warm bare skin as he tried to cement the memory of him into his mind before the school bell rang out in the distance. The sound of hundreds of shouting boy's voices slowly diminished and Finn realised that they'd been there all along but they had faded into the background, his attention having been focused so intently on young Ben.

"I should go," Ben said breaking the dreamlike spell they were under.

"I know," Finn whispered with regret, but neither of them made a move to get up. They both just sat there in the hidden corner of his garden with the sun filtering in and dancing over them.

"I don't want to," the boy said.

"You have to though, or you'll be late and your teachers will ask where you were," Finn said wishing he could stay and removed both hands from Ben's stunningly sexy body.

With a deep breath, Ben lent forwards and pushed himself up onto his feet and stepped away from Finn. He deftly bent over and pulled his trousers and briefs up around his waist, but not before the boy's shirt tail lifted up over his narrow hips revelling the beginnings of his milky white globes. Finn swallowed and stared with a yearning desire to bury his face between his cheeks as Ben buttoned himself up at the front. He once again heard the clicking of the zipper as the boy yanked it up over his small package, but this time the sound only added to the sorrow he was already feeling at the boy's necessary departure.

Finally, he turned around and straightened his shirt over his chest and tucked himself in, looking down at Finn still on the grass as he picked up his blazer and threw it over his shoulders. He again looked like any other ten year old boy in his school uniform, yet Finn knew that behind those innocent eyes was a kid who had felt the touch of an adult man's hand jacking his stiff little member to orgasm. Finn couldn't help but to look the boy up and down, basking in the sex appeal that simply oozed from the young lad, from his untidy blonde hair and tanned smooth face down to the tapered waist and slight bulge hidden inside his pants. His mind would forever remember the absolute smoothness of his soft boy mound and his fingertips tingled at the memory just a few minutes old. He felt slightly shell shocked that his most potent fantasy, one which he thought would forever remain just that, had in fact become a reality.

"Thank you," Ben said with a mischievous grin on his angelic face. His bright eyes sparkled as he added, "I'll see you on Monday then, yeah?"

"Absolutely," Finn replied before the ten year old boy turned and disappeared under the canopy of the trees and headed back to whatever classes he had that afternoon.

For a long while after, Finn sat there in utter disbelief as he ran over and over again in his mind what had just happened, and what might happen if the ten year old boy did return. He would though wouldn't he? Doubt started to weed itself into Finn's mind even before the kid would have gotten into class and sat down at his desk, wondering if he'd feel embarrassed or after thinking about it, weather he'd change his mind. Finn knew there was no way he was going to be able to concentrate on his book this weekend, not with images of Ben's small hard pole in his hand and the sensations he felt as the kid climaxed running through his head.

Then it dawned on him; the kid had never even asked him his name, and Finn smiled to himself in admiration of the boy. Everything they say about men is true. Even as young as just ten years old we only care about getting laid.

"Little sod," Finn mumbled as he finally pushed himself up and walked back into his house, to do what he had no fucking idea.

TEN YEAR OLD Ben remained in Finn's head the entire weekend keeping him in a constant state of arousal. He spent his waking hours getting to all those jobs he'd been putting off with renewed vigour, all the while thinking of Ben and his sexy hot body. The experience with the young schoolboy had left him in a daze all Friday afternoon, but he had slept soundly with vivid dreams that had left his sheets wet and sticky with his cum. When Finn woke, his mind still foggy from the erotic dreams where he'd actually carried out all the sexual acts that he'd fantasized about with Ben, he'd briefly questioned whether it had actually happened. But then the memories would come flooding back; he could still feel the sensations and the softness of the boy's smooth young body under his hands and his heart would skip a beat in his chest with the realisation that it was all real.

At first Finn had tried to concentrate on his novel but his mind would inevitably wonder until he finally gave up all hope and ventured outdoors into his neglected garden. What was Ben doing right now? Was he thinking about Finn and what they'd done and fantasizing about doing it again? Or did he feel embarrassed or fearful about coming back and having second thoughts? Finn hoped not, but he had no way of finding out except to wait until lunch on Monday when Ben had promised to return. Thoughts of what could have been played around Finn's mind, what he should have done to go a little further with the preteen boy and what he might still get the chance to do. After seeing his perfectly small and hairless cock and felt it throbbing in his fisted palm, Finn longed to hold him again and feel the velvety smoothness of his gorgeous body and to taste the sweet tang of his cock in his mouth. He'd have to take that one step at a time, not wanting to scare the boy off before he'd even got started. Finn vowed to go at Ben's own pace and not to rush the lad into something he didn't want to do. He was reasonably sure the kid wanted to experiment as much as Finn longed to do everything he'd ever dreamed of doing with a young and hairless preteen boy.

At one point, with his mind in turmoil and his cock stretching his thin knee length shorts, Finn had returned to the back of the old shed and jacked himself with the images of Ben replaying in his mind over and over again. He realised then, as the image of Ben in his mind shifted and overlapped with that of one of his favourite boy actors, that Ben was strikingly similar in looks to the twelve year old Dakota Goya. Finn had first seen the preteen actor in a movie Real Steel, with his slim but slightly muscular chest and arms and dark blonde hair. [Photos: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2023672/ ]. He'd fantasized being with him and fucking the young actor many times who, Finn thought, was one of the hottest preteen boys he'd seen in a long while even though he was a little older than his what usually caught his eye. He'd looked him up on Google and was disappointed to find that he'd been much sexier as a young boy rather than the older teen he was now, but the fact that Ben looked so much like him at that age thrilled Finn to the core.

Even the color of his hair and the way it was styled was an almost exact match for the actor's, except Ben's was a more sun-bleached blonde but he could have very easily been a double for the sexy young actor. Finn smiled at his fortune in finding a boy that was not only extremely sexy and hot, but who could also fulfil one of his most fervent fantasizes of seducing the young Dakota and taking his virginity. If things progressed with Ben the way Finn hoped, he would one day ask Ben to dress up in a tight pair of jeans and white singlet just as Dakota was in the dance scene with the robot. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=maqFnIt_kOc ]. That was such a hot display of sexy boyhood as he'd ever seen and he wondered if it was put there deliberately, showing off his hot young body as a kind of tribute to whatever casting couch sessions the young actor might have participated in to earn him the role. God, what a thought.

Finn had shot his load over the garden shed wall exactly where he and Ben had been standing the day before as he jacked the kid and came in his own pants over the boy's almost naked ass. That was just one of many such occasions that Finn pleasured himself that weekend thinking of Ben and also of Dakota in his place. As the weekend drew to a close, Finn was dripping with a lust that just couldn't be satisfied by his mind and hand alone and he longed for the torturous hours to pass. Over and over again he berated himself for not thinking of getting the boy's cell number, assuming he had one, so he could have texted him even just once over the weekend to gauge his thoughts. It killed him not knowing what Ben thought of their encounter and if he'd come back or not.

***

On Monday morning he awoke early and rose out of bed naked as he usually did, except this morning he had a certain spring in his step as he jumped into the shower. With his electric shaver in hand he quickly trimmed his pubes to a short number two length before turning the water on. Finn held his head under the hot flow and let the water stream down over him, luxuriating in the heat as his shoulders relaxed. He stretched out his neck and rolled his arms around before lathering up his face and carefully shaving with a new blade wanting to make sure he didn't nick himself or irritate his skin. He wanted to look good for Ben. He silently smiled to himself thinking he was acting like a love sick puppy when he didn't even know the kid, but it felt like he was 15 years old again. Fuck he'd been nervous then, heading out on his first real date with another guy a few years older than he was, but this was different. It was an excited nervousness at the prospect of the ten year old boy knocking on his door wanting to share his body with Finn.

His cock began to expand and thicken as imagined conversations between them played through his mind; whether or not Ben would want to jump right in, or if there would be an awkward hesitation with neither of them knowing how to pick up where they'd left off. Finn decided not to over think it as he purposefully left his cock alone for now and once he'd finished shaving his face, he went to work on his balls shaving them as smooth as Ben's were. By the time he'd finished and with all the handling of his junk, his cock was rock hard and aching for release. Giving in to temptation and figuring he didn't want to blow his load too early with the young boy, Finn closed his eyes and let his mind conjure up images of Ben dressed in the same jeans and singlet that Dakota Goya had worn as he stood behind him and roamed his hands all over his sexy wee body. He kissed his neck and slowly undressed the boy turning him around and wrapping his arms around him, kissing his sweet lips and entering his mouth with his tongue. As fantasies often do, they were magically transported to bed totally naked and Finn was going down on the boy as he moaned in pleasure and watched Finn's lips slide up and down his short length. It hardly took more than a few minutes before Finn was shooting his seed over the shower wall thankful that he'd hopefully last a little longer with Ben when the time came in a few hours.

Finishing up in the shower and dressing in sweatpants and a loose T-shirt, Finn brushed his teeth and returned to his bedroom. He changed his sheets for new ones wanting his bed to be clean and fresh if he was fortunate enough to get Ben into, or at least onto it. He ate a quick breakfast of toast and coffee before checking his email and heard the bell sound in the distance signalling the beginning of class for the boys at the school so close by. Finn sat back in his chair and wondered what classes Ben had before lunch and whether he was as restless as Finn was waiting for the hours and minutes to tick by.

The sun was out again, promising another hot day and Finn decided to head out for a jog; something he did often to let his mind think and to keep himself in shape. He'd had to work a little harder the last couple of years to retain the flat stomach of his youth, but he was still proud of his body and knew that he was attractive to the many guys he'd slept with over the years. But in the back of his mind he couldn't help wonder if Ben would look at him as just another old man even though he was only 33, and what he would think of his man sized cock if things went right and he got naked with the boy. Finn remembered his own early experiences when he was just nine and hoped that Ben's reaction would mirror his own. After Jay had seduced him that first time, the nine year old Finn had been fascinated by Jay's large cock and had seized upon every chance to grab it in his small fist and suck it into his mouth whenever they were alone. He'd eagerly agreed to anything Jay wanted to do and had eventually feel it stretching his ass just after his tenth birthday as the twenty something year old had fucked him for the first time.

It was ten o'clock when Finn locked up and stretched out on the foot path in front of his house, setting his watch to time himself and warn him at the halfway mark so that he would be back no later than 11:15am. He planned on a long but slow jog that would take him passed the school entrance going out and along the back playing field as he returned from the man-made lake he often jogged around. He didn't want to wear himself out by going fast and burning off all his energy; he had other plans for doing that if Ben showed up at his place.

With his sunglasses on and ear pods in, Finn headed out along the sidewalk and soon turned in on a grass track, his mind flicking back to his novel and the progress he'd made last week. He went over his young lead character in his head and the difficulties he faced, soon lost in his own made up story and thoughts of Ben were pushed to the back of his mind. His phone rang in his ears jarring him from his musings and he slowed down to a stop along the waterfront, fumbling in his pocket for the touchscreen and answered it.

"Hello, Finn Lewis," he said a little out of breath.

"Hi Mr. Lewis," a voice answered. "It's Amy from The Times, I interviewed you a couple weeks back about your last novel?"

"Oh, yeah… Hi," Finn replied thinking it funny she'd assume he wouldn't remember. "How are you?"

"I'm great, thanks. I was just wondering if this was a good time? Do you have a minute?" she said.

"Yeah sure, so long as you don't mind be being out of breath," Finn said with an easy smile. He'd always been able to get along well with women and somehow put them at ease. Perhaps it was because he was gay and they picked up that he was no threat or that he had no secret agenda to get into their pants. "I'm just out for a jog."

"Oh, sorry. I can call you back when it's convenient if you prefer," Amy said.

"No, no. It's all good Amy. What can I do for you?" Finn asked. "I read your article last week and it was good."

"Thank you. That's so nice of you to say so," Amy gushed. Finn groaned inside knowing that she probably thought his 'gayness' was something he would get over one day and had her own fantasizes about marrying a successful author. Well, let me tell you something about fantasies lady, I'm about to live another one this afternoon…

"It's just that we've received a fair amount of mail for you," she continued. "I just wanted to know if we could send it over. I should warn you though that some of them are a little… oh, how do I say it… offensive?"

"Really?" Finn asked a bit surprised. "In what way?"

"Oh, I'm sorry this is so embarrassing. Some included photos and they leave little to the imagination and their letters are very sexual in nature," Amy said. "Some people have no morals these days."

Yeah, like you, Finn thought a little unkindly. It was plain to see that this woman was infatuated with him and thought herself better than most but Finn acted as though he had no clue. "Yeah, you get all sorts. Send them over anyway," he said as an idea was forming in his head. He knew he got plenty of fan mail from gay guys wanting to meet up and if any of these had included photos, then perhaps he could get Ben to help him read and reply to them. That would be so hot.

After a few pleasantries Finn disconnected the line and continued his on his jog at a slower pace, heading for home and the delight that would hopefully be knocking on his door in just over an hour. He passed by the school along the raised ground overlooking the playing field but the boys were all in class at this time of the day. Finn carried on towards home wondering if Ben was as impatient as he was for the lunch hour to arrive, fidgeting at his desk and feeling the excitement grow in the pit of his stomach, unaware that it was actually his young body craving sexual release.

Finn stripped off as soon as he stepped inside and took another long hot shower to wash away the stink of sweat after his jog and soaped up his body so that he smelt fresh and clean for Ben. It was a quarter to twelve, just fifteen or twenty minutes before his usual appearance at his window and Finn stood contemplating what to wear for the boy. He certainly didn't want to wear jeans which were difficult to get out of, so he decided on a dark pair of board shorts, a white singlet that hugged his body and showed off his flat stomach and tanned chest. He selected a pair of dark grey Joe Boxers with a bright yellow band running around the waist and put those on first, checking himself out in the mirror and the bulge of his cock and balls held snuggly within. Instead of going commando, Finn figured that it would be more exciting to let Ben see and imagine what was underneath, so as he put pulled his shorts on he let them hang loosely around his hips with the top two inches of his briefs on display. Before pulling the singlet over his head Finn admired his body, seeing no sign of excess fat or 'love handles' and as he looked at himself in the mirror, he thought the look offered enough of a hint that Ben would want to see more without overdoing it and appearing too creepy.

With nothing else to do while he waited, Finn straightened the cushions on the couch, pulled the corners of his bed covers tight and then sat down as the minutes ticked by. It was a strange feeling to be waiting for a ten year old schoolboy to turn up, knowing that what they'd be doing was considered by society at large to be indecent and against the law. That was something that really riled Finn; yes, rape and forced sexual acts committed against children was wrong and should be dealt with just as any other crime, but a consensual act carried out by willing partners no matter the age was perfectly natural and even beneficial. Finn himself was proof of that.

In the distance, Finn heard the growing clamour of hundreds of boys voices grow steadily as they streamed out of class into the bright, mid-afternoon sun to enjoy their one hour of freedom. The constant thought that had haunted him all weekend, whether Ben would be eager enough to come back or if he'd stay away for a few days like he had the last time resurfaced with a vengeance. He headed into his office to still the doubts in his mind and sat in front of his computer, wanting it to appear as if he was working and not simply waiting for Ben to arrive which, he knew, he definitely was.

The light rattle of glass on the French doors made Finn's heart skip a beat as adrenaline coursed through his body knowing that the ten year old boy had actually come back. Relief, mixed with a little apprehension manifested itself as he took a deep breath and straightened his singlet down over his crotch since he'd suddenly developed an instant hard-on. He leant back in his chair and spotted the boy in his school uniform standing at his door with his hand cupped up to his face peering in. Finn started to get up and motioned with his hand for the boy to let himself in, instantly removing the awkward moment that would have surely existed with the lad considering whether to actually step into his house or not. He headed to the kitchen rather than towards the boy, who was closing the door behind him as if it was perfectly natural and normal for Ben to be coming into his house, but he couldn't resist taking a good long look at him.

Jesus Christ, Finn thought. He's a hot little fucker… And now that he knew who he reminded Finn of, the strong resemblance to Dakota Goya smacked him in the face as the kid looked back at him with the door securely shut behind him. His mouse-blonde hair was a shade darker where it clung to his head and neck and his face was a little flushed with the midday heat. The buttons on his blazer were undone showing the white cotton shirt hugging his boyishly sexy chest and as Finn's eyes roamed up the boy's body, he saw the lad smile shyly and hold his hands behind his back.

"Hey Ben," Finn said casually, tearing his gaze away thinking that the boy must have practically ran here. Class had been let out about three minutes ago by Finn's reckoning, and here he was already standing in his house. Finn smiled at Ben knowing that not only had his greatest fantasy come true, but that the kid obviously enjoyed what they'd done together and was up for a repeat performance.

"You want a drink of Coke? You look hot," Finn said and smiled again at the ten year old boy making an exaggerated display of looking him up and down. "And you look hot too… Good enough to eat."

"Pervert," Ben said in way of reply. "You just want in my pants."

"That obvious huh?" Finn said. "Drink?"

"Um, yeah okay," Ben said and quickly added, "Thanks."

"Glasses are in the cupboard just there," Finn pointed as he took out a coke and a bottle of water from the fridge and glanced at Ben as the boy came around the island bench into the kitchen. "My name's Finn by the way."

"Oh yeah, I forgot to ask you that last time," he said as he opened the cupboard and stood up on tippy-toes to reach the glasses.

Finn smiled and laughed a little. "Yeah buddy you did, but that's okay. I think you were enjoying yourself too much to remember. I'm glad you came back though, I enjoyed what we did."

"Me too…" Ben said looking up at Finn as the man took a step closer to him and took a glass down from the cupboard and handed it to him. Ben's head came to just above Finn's chin and as he lent in over him he could smell fresh soap as if he'd just had a shower and felt a thrill of excitement run up his spine. His eyes wondered the length of Finn's torso, noting the smooth chest and armpits and the tanned complexion, down his flat stomach underneath his singlet and rested on his crotch for a few moments. The vivid memories of watching Finn's hard cock shooting cum over his body raced through his mind and he unconsciously licked his lips in anticipation.

"Good," Finn managed to say seeing where the boy was looking. "I wasn't sure and thought you might change your mind about coming back."

Ben smiled shyly looking up at him again with his sapphire blue eyes and made no move to step away from Finn. "No, I liked it. You're gonna do it again yeah?"

"Sure if you wanted to," Finn said calmly, but his mind reeled and his limbs felt weak with a sexual longing to hurriedly strip the kid naked and devour his young preteen body. Taking a breath and calming himself, he poured Coke into the glass held between Ben's hands as the ten year old nodded his head enthusiastically. Finn put a shaky arm around the lad's neck and his laid his hand flat on Ben's boyish chest and smiled down at him as he took a sip of the cold drink. "I need to talk to you about something first though okay?"

"About what?" Ben asked a little nervously as frown lines creased his forehead.

"Let's sit down in the lounge," Finn said as he directed them both to the couch with his arm still around the boy. They put their drinks on the table and sat down with Ben choosing the corner and sitting with his legs bent and feet up on the couch. Finn sat next to the ten year old and turned his body to face the boy with his legs crossed like a kid sitting on the floor. He pulled a face at Ben and looked down at his shoes on the couch.

Ben's eyes followed where Finn was looking and after a second he realised his mistake. "Oh… Sorry," he said and lent over to undo his laces and kicked his shoes off.

"Well, like you said the other day, you're only ten," Finn began not wanting to get distracted. "And what we did the other day… I'm not really supposed to do that with you so if you wanted me to do it again then you have to promise not to tell anyone. Not even your friend Cory."

"I won't," Ben said. "I wanted to tell Cory but I didn't even though I know he wouldn't tell anyone either. I mean, he hasn't told anyone about what we do but I thought he'd get jealous so I didn't."

Finn relaxed a little hearing that Ben hadn't told anyone about him fondling and jacking him off last week. "That's good. It's important you don't because we could both get into a lot of trouble. You know that right?"

"Yeah I know. I promise I won't tell anyone," Ben said nodding his head. "Why are you always home? Don't you have a job?" he asked apparently bored talking about keeping what they did secret. Finn hoped that Ben understood and didn't need it explained to him. He was ten after all and probably already knew a lot more than Finn thought he did, so he let the subject drop and answered the boy's questions.

"Yeah I do," Finn said laughing at Ben's bluntness. "But I work from home most of the time."

"Why were you naked all the time?" he asked next.

"Because I'm used to it. That's how I was brought up," Finn said. "My Mom always let me run around naked since I was a baby and even when I was your age I was always naked at home."

"Kwel," Ben said and Finn was reminded of just how young this boy was in the way he pronounced 'Cool'. "So what do you do?"

"What do I do when I'm naked?" Finn asked not sure he understood what the lad was asking. "Nothing mostly, just the normal stuff but sometimes I jack off like you saw."

"Noooo…" Ben said with a playful look in his eyes pretending Finn was a moron. "I mean for a job…"

"Oh… I'm an author," Finn said drowning in Ben's amazing eyes and the playful expression on his face. His skin was so smooth and flawless over his cute button nose with a light smattering of freckles that Finn found so fucking sexy. And those lips… so soft and red and juicy…

"Hello…?" Ben said and waved a hand in front of Finn's face.

Coming to, Finn looked back into Ben's eyes and grinned. "Sorry… What did you say?"

"What kind of author?" Ben asked again and wriggled his butt into the couch feeling his little dick stiffen knowing what Finn had probably been thinking.

"I write novels."

"Oh, like Harry Potter?"

"Sort of, but more grown up books," Finn said.

"Are you like famous or something?" Ben asked with more than a little awe in his face. Finn liked that. He liked being recognised and the attention people bestowed on him, but seeing Ben a little star-struck was such a huge turn-on for Finn and even more so the fact that he was just a ten year old boy and so fucking Finn's type it wasn't funny.

"A little," Finn said and smiled at Ben holding his thumb and finger an inch apart as he revelled in the thrill of what they were about to do together.

"Kwel," Ben said.

There was a few moments silence between them and Finn was acutely aware of time ticking by. "Aren't you hot in that blazer?"

"Yeah a bit," Ben said smiling. The excitement that grew in the depths of his body was hard to ignore and he felt small pinpricks of sweat breakout all over his skin. His young mind struggled to comprehend the craving he felt for Finn's touch and to feel the man's hand jacking his doodle again after thinking of just about nothing else all weekend.

"Why don't you take it off and come sit here?" Finn said as he uncrossed his legs and turned around on the couch and spread his knees. He patted the leather between his legs indicating for Ben to sit between them. His cock gave a twitch and began to swell inside his shorts at the prospect of laying his hands on the ten year old again and fondling his small dick and balls.

"Okay," Ben said, his expression clearly showing an excited anticipation as he scooted off the couch and shucked his blazer off his shoulders letting it drop to the floor in a heap. "Are you gonna do it to me now?"

"Someone's keen," Finn said.

"Are you?" Ben almost begged.

"It's all I've wanted to do since you came in," Finn said as he reached out and held the boy's slender waist and turned him, pulling him down to sit on his lap between his legs with his back facing him.

Finn took in a deep breath of the boy's scent as Ben unconsciously leant back into his body and rested his head against Finn's chest. The boy seemed different now than he did last week after being discovered behind his shed and Finn suspected that he felt more in control this time. That was just fine with Finn, whose hopes soared at furthering Ben's sexual experiences as his cock strained against the boy's firm buttocks on his lap and with a little manoeuvring, wedged it between the cleft of his bum cheeks.

Finn savoured the moment as he looked down Ben's sexy wee body leaning back into him and gazed wantonly at the bare skin around his neck and the vee of his white cotton shirt. He was tanned a golden brown and Finn saw the coloring extended past the top button and hoped with all his heart that his boyish chest would prove to be as irresistible. He wasn't going to ask for permission this time since the ten year old had already given it by the simple fact that he was here in his house, knowing full well what he wanted Finn to do to him. Ben looked down as Finn wrapped one arm around his body and placed a hand over his immature chest and the other under his arm to rest on his flat stomach with his fingers splayed apart just inches above his trousers.

"Should I take my pants off?" Ben asked innocently craning his neck to look back at Finn.

Incredulous at Ben's apparent shift in modesty, Finn answered the simple yet most exhilarating question he'd ever heard from a ten year old boy. "In a little bit," he whispered into the lad's ear. "I'm just enjoying doing this."

Finn then roamed his hands around Ben's developing chest and stopped at the top button, slowly undoing it with his fingers as Ben watched on as he slowly worked his way down his chest, undoing each button to his stomach and stopped when he reached the band of his trousers. He left each side of the boy's shirt covering him and as he ran out of buttons, Finn gathered the shirt in his fists and eased it from Ben's trousers gently tugging the ends free. His hands were so tantalizingly close to the preteen boy's crotch, but he pulled them back and went to the last two buttons, lowering his hands over the small lump in his pants and snapped them open.

This was the moment he had been dreaming of; to gently seduce the ten year old and feel the warmth and purity of his young body and lose himself in the sensations of touching his soft skin in a way that he'd only fantasized about. In his mind, he saw not only Ben but the cute and incredibly sexy twelve year old Dakota to whom he'd jacked of countless times after seeing him for the first time in that movie a year ago.

As he breathed in Ben's decadent scent and nuzzled his face into the boy's hair, Finn slowly lowered his hand and brushed his flat palm over the slight bulge under his thin school trousers. Laying back, Ben shuddered a little before a quiet little boy giggle escaped his lips and he settled back further into Finn's chest and relaxed, spreading his legs apart and letting him cup his hand around the compact bulge hidden beneath his pants. Finn could feel how excited Ben was. His small three and a half inch [9 cm] organ was at full mast, confined in his trousers and straining to get free. Yet Ben had allowed him to slowly undo his shirt without complaint even though Finn knew it must have been killing the boy not to touch himself.

"Oh… I think someone's a little horny," Finn said to the boy, loving the fact that he could talk like that to the lean ten year old.

"Yeah, I got hard already," Ben said eagerly and looked around at Finn with a cheeky smile showing off his perfectly straight white teeth. Finn longed to kiss him and taste his sweet mouth, but resisted remembering his vow to take it one step at a time.

"Me too," Finn said. He pushed his hips up a little into Ben's ass on his lap as he pressed down with his hand and began to slowly rub his palm up and down the boy's erection, savouring the feeling of once again stroking the immature cock of a willing prepubescent boy. "Do you want to go into my bedroom?"

"Yeah, okay," Ben whispered and nodded his head looking down his body at Finn's hand caressing his package through his trousers and felt the man release his gentle grip.

With his heart racing at the prospect of having Ben in his room, Finn pushed himself forward forcing Ben to stand as he got up and put both hands on the boy's shoulders. "This way, buddy," he said directing him towards his bedroom. The simple act of leading the young boy, with his hands massaging his childishly toned shoulders, to strip naked and enjoy his hot little body had Finn on fire with lust. "I can't wait to get your pants off," Finn whispered into the lad's ear as he breathed in the scent of him.

"You really like me don't you?" Ben said as they stepped into his room for the first time. Finn was lost in his own personal nirvana as he led the boy, a ten year old, into his bedroom with his cock hard as steel and leaking pre-cum in expectant anticipation of having Ben's hot little member in his hand again.

"Yeah I do," Finn said. "I think you're a very cute and sexy boy with a hot little body," Finn said and tuned Ben around as he sat down on the edge of the bed facing him. With his eyes level with Ben's childishly muscular chest and his white shirt hanging loosely at his front with a two inch gap running down the middle where Finn had undone the buttons, it took all his willpower not to rip the boy's clothes off him. The tanned skin of his boyishly sexy chest and stomach looked so smooth and pure and cried out for him to touch. He couldn't help but trace his eyes down the strip of naked bare skin to the young boy's crotch and bite his lower lip, looking back up into Ben's bright blue eyes with a longing so intense he felt as though he'd do anything to get into the boy's pants. He didn't have to though, a boy of just ten years old and as sexy as all fuck was standing in his bedroom wanting him to touch him and was practically begging for it.

Ben smiled and giggled a little watching Finn drink in his young body enjoying the look in his eyes, knowing what he wanted to do. In a move that surpassed his young age, Ben looked down at the tent in his paints and pushed his hips forward in invitation.

Finn gave up trying to stretch the moment out and succumbed to his desires. He reached out and grabbed the ends of his white shirt in his fists and pulled the boy towards him between his legs. Ignoring the voice in the back of his mind to take it slowly, Finn slipped his hands inside the shirt and felt the boy's bare skin under his palms as he stroked them up Ben's sides almost to his armpits. His shirt spread open as the fabric folded around Finn's arms and he got his first look at the naked chest of Ben's body. It was everything he'd imagined it would be and much, much more.

"Fuck me," Finn whispered just under his breath as he gazed at the supremely smooth and tender skin just a few inches away from his lips. He could feel each rib as he stroked his hands along the boy's sides and drank in the sight before him. Ben's immature chest was developing nicely, showing signs of a well-muscled body just a few short years away with small dark brown nipples blending in with the golden honey of his tan. A little further down starting at his breastbone, the boy's flat stomach tapered into his slim hips and unbelievably, the first signs of a miniature six-pack sat above the velvety smoothness of his navel and small innie belly button. But what grabbed Finn's attention most was the two inches of little boy flesh between his belly button and the top of his trousers. Two indented lines forming a distinct V angled in from either side and disappeared just above Ben's crotch as if to guide the way to the hidden treasures beneath. Without thinking, Finn raised his hands to the boy's shoulders under the shirt and slipped it off his back and let it fall to the floor behind him.

Realising that he was practically drooling at the mouth and staring at Ben's hot little body, Finn looked up at the lad with desire etched across his face. "Wow," he said to the boy as stroked his hands back down the boy's preteen body and traced the fingertips of one down his navel and over the small dick poking a tent in his pants. "You are so fucking hot Ben," he pushed the boy's hard cock back into his body and cupped it into his palm feeling the small bulge fit perfectly into his hand once more and began to rub up and down.

In response, the young boy pushed his crotch further into Finn's hand encouraging him to explore and grope at his miniature package. Small goose bumps arose on Ben's chest as Finn leant in and kissed his naked skin with his mouth open slightly and the tip of his tongue caressing the silky smoothness of his ten year old flesh. The taste of him was pure boy; sweet and forbidden tinged with a slight hint of soap and innocence. Finn's body reacted without thought as he moved his mouth higher over the sexy boy's chest and licked up to one of his tiny little nipples to play with it with his tongue. His hands moved deftly at Ben's crotch and snapped open the top button of his fly with an overwhelming desire to feast on his naked beauty and see his hard little cock up close. As he swallowed in the taste of the ten year olds skin, his fingers grasped the small metal fly and pulled it down over the raging little boy hard-on. Ben's trousers immediately dropped to the floor over his feet and Finn realised with a start that the kid was naked underneath. He hadn't been wearing any underwear and apart from his cute little white ankle socks, Finn now had a stark naked little ten year old hairless boy in his bedroom with his mouth and tongue playing with one of his delectable little nipples. It was every boy lover's dream come true.

He pulled back and looked up at Ben who was beaming down at him. "You didn't have any underwear on," Finn said stating the obvious.

"Nope!" Ben said in glee with a mischievous grin on his face. "Was that okay?"

"Hell yes," Finn said as he leant back in and tongued one of his small nipples and heard Ben emit a soft moan as he slowly wrapped his hand around the boy's hard cock and gently pulled down, peeling back the skin covering his sensitive head. He turned his face downwards to get a good look at the hard three and a half inch [9 cm] stick in his hand and his mouth salivated with a longing so potent he could almost taste it.

From his first and only encounter with the young preteen boy, Finn knew that he liked his little cock to be held firmly and squeezed as he was jacked, so Finn gripped the hot stick of boy flesh in his fist and started to slowly move up and down . He slid his free hand around the curve of Ben's ass and felt the soft mounds of his cheek as he groped the little boy wanting so much more than just a repeat of their last encounter. His own erection was pushing painfully at his shorts and leaking vast amounts of pre-cum that he had to pull his hand away from Ben's fuckable little ass and adjust himself.

Opening his eyes a few seconds after Finn had wrapped his hand around his hard dick, Ben felt him remove his hand from his ass and looked down to see what he was doing. Instead of simply adjusting himself, Ben thought Finn was trying to jack his own cock and he wanted to see it again but up close this time instead of through the window at a distance. A naive plan of getting Finn naked formed in his young mind.

"Finn?" Ben said timidly.

"Yeah buddy?" Finn answered as he turned his head up to the boy, whose tender body he was exploring with his hands and looked into his startlingly blue eyes a few inches away from his own.

"Let's make a rule," Ben said thinking he was so cleaver. Without knowing what Finn would let him do and opening himself up to return the favour he continued. "Whatever one of us does the other one has to do too."

The possibilities weren't lost on Finn though. "Sure, okay buddy. Whatever you say," he said to the young boy whose preteen hairless cock was currently enveloped within his hand. "What do you want me to do then?"

"You have to take off all your clothes!" Ben giggled at having outsmarted Finn.

"Awww, you just wanna see me naked again don't you?" Finn said with a smile. "Are you sure you're not gay?"

Ben didn't answer him, but his face flushed a little as smiled and stepped backwards out of the pants around his ankles pulling Finn's hand from his gloriously hot little cock. He stood completely naked with one hand on his hip and the other at his mouth unconsciously biting his fingernail as he looked at Finn with his eyebrows raised. "I'm waiting," he said cocking his head to one side and smiling that cheeky little grin of his.

Never one to be shy, let alone in front of the sexiest little boy he'd ever seen and the object of all his desires, Finn stood up and pulled off the light singlet over his head exposing his manly chest to the lad. He felt a trill run up his spine as Ben checked his body out, his young eyes roaming down his smoothly tanned chest to his stomach and the thin line of hair trailing down his navel under his shorts. Ben's eyes met his again and the boy actually swallowed as he saw Finn's naked chest for the first time.

"Hurry up Finn… Just taken 'em off," Ben said in eager anticipation.

Finn's hands went to his zipper to rip it open as ordered by the ten year old boy, but he hesitated just as he was about to show the kid what he wanted. "How about you take these off for me?"

The boy grinned from ear to ear and hurriedly stepped forward again and reached out his childish hands to Finn's crotch. Finn stood there with the boy's hair in his face as his inexperienced hands fumbled with the button and struggling to pry it open. With his cheeks puffing out in exasperation, Ben pulled the waistband of Finn's shorts out trying to gain some leverage and tilted his head up, silently pleading for the man to help him. In answer, Finn ran both hands up Ben's arms to his naked shoulders and gently caressed his back, his heart pounding in his chest as the boy turned his head back down with focussed determination. Finn held him there breathing in the sensual perfume of the boy as he finally popped the button and pulled the zipper down over his raging hard-on. The sensation was electrifying as Finn felt the boy's small fingers brush along his cock as he undressed him and his shorts fell to the floor in a heap. His six and a half inches [16½ cm] of man cock was stretching the fabric of his briefs and a dark wet patch stained the front where his sticky pre-cum oozed with anticipation as he stood there, hoping like fuck that Ben would take the bait and reach out and touch him.

The boy didn't disappoint; he gaped at Finn's rampant erection hidden under the thin cotton briefs and tentatively laid a small hand flat on his cock. "What's that?" Ben asked as he touched the wet patch seeping through the fabric with his thumb. He looked up and standing so close, Finn wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss his soft juicy lips, but having his baby hands on his cock and rubbing his already sensitive head was enough to drive him insane with lust.

"That's called pre-cum buddy," Finn said and felt a shiver run up his spine again as Ben's thumb rubbed across the top of his head. "It happens when your doodle knows it's going to orgasm."

"Will mine do that?" Ben asked excitedly.

Finn smiled at the curiosity of the naked ten year old schoolboy. "Not for a couple years but that's what I like about you. You can't cum yet and you haven't grown any ugly hairs down there," he said truthfully. "But I thought you said you wanted to see it so why don't you take those off and then we can have some fun."

"Yeah," Ben said as he looked back down with the top of his head and blonde hair under Finn's chin. He brought his hand up to the waistband of Finn's briefs and curled his fingers inside, pulling the elastic outwards and easing the pressure on his swollen cock. With Finn pushing down at the sides, Ben lowered the front of his briefs with both hands clenched around the top and watched in fascination as Finn's engorged prick slowly emerged. Pushing them further down, his briefs turned inside out and dropped to the floor as his cock sprang free slapping Ben in the stomach with a wet thud.

For a few seconds Ben just stared at the biggest dick he'd ever seen as the slick purple head slid over his naked stomach leaving a sticky smear on his otherwise flawless young body. Raising his hands tentatively to Finn's massive cock, he looked up at the man for permission to touch it with his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Go on," Finn said in lustful anticipation. He'd dreamt of this moment for so many years and had shown restraint since he'd met Ben, but his desire to have the kid's hands on his cock took over and he reached down and guided the boy's hands to his throbbing manhood. As the ten year olds soft childish hand curled around his hard shaft for the very first time, Finn sucked in a breath and let out a quiet moan as he pulled the boy into his body.

"Shit," he said into the boy's hair, feeling the small hands of a child holding him and knew without a doubt that nothing had felt so good in his life before. He stroked his free hand down the boy's naked back as he held his hand around his prick and slowly moved it up and down, coating his small fingers with his slick pre-cum and smeared it along his shaft. "That feels so good Ben."

"It's so big," Ben said in a whisper as Finn gently swayed his hips into the boy's hand and against his boyishly sexy stomach. Finn smiled at his naivety knowing that in fact he was only average in size and smaller than most of his other male partners, but to Ben, it was huge and thick and hard!

"It's just the right size for your hand," Finn said leaving out the thought that he hoped it wasn't too big to bust his sweet cherry and fuck him sometime over the coming days or weeks.

"Are you gonna do me too?" Ben asked finally tearing his gaze off Finn's cock and looking up at him.

"Sure buddy," Finn said in awe at hearing those words from such a hot and sexy little boy. "How about we lay on the bed so I can reach yours at the same time?"

Far from being the shy and nervous boy he'd first met a few days ago, Ben now seemed eager to share his preteen body with Finn and he pulled back excitedly with a gleeful expression plastered across his face. The totally naked and hairless boy followed Finn onto the bed, crawling up the mattress on his hands and knees and laid down on his back with his head propped up on the pillow as Finn settled on his side facing him. He couldn't believe how fucking hot the boy was with his whole body on display in front of him as his eyes wondered over the smooth form of the ten year old. His eyes lingered on the bald mound below his navel and hard three and a half inch [9 cm] stick of boy cock pointing up at them. Finn had read numerous stories about sex between men and boys on PZA and Nifty, and they always described the boy as being beautiful, but Finn didn't think Ben was that. Beautiful implied an aspect of girlishness or femininity and Ben was anything but. He was all boy from head to toe and Finn felt himself falling in love with him for both his hot young body and the fact that he seemed completely oblivious to just how sexy and fuckable he was.

"Come on," Ben said twisting his hips towards Finn. "Do me already."

Obeying the boy's command, Finn playfully walked two fingers between his nipples and down his flat stomach as he watched Ben try not to giggle and squirm. "What… Like this?" Finn said as he ran his hand down and lightly stroked his finger along the short length of his straight and perfectly flawless cock that jumped at his touch. He tickled down to the tight orb of his hairless little boy sac which protruded up in a single globe and cupped Ben's whole package into his palm before curling his hand around his dick and slowly began moving up and down.

"Yeah," the ten year old cooed. "Do it like last time."

His own cock was raging and demanded attention but Finn ignored it for now and concentrated on the feeling of having Ben's juvenile cock grasped in his hand and the euphoria of having a willing ten year old naked boy on his bed. "Absolutely!" Finn said in undisguised longing as his eyes roamed over the boy's stunning body noting the fine downy hairs on his chest and arms standing up over thousands of tiny goose bumps.

Ben obviously had no idea how fucking hot he was and how many men would lust after his sexy prepubescent body; and here he was in Finn's bedroom offering himself to him and wanting to get off as much as he did. After starting off slowly, Finn gradually increased his speed and pressure on Ben's rock hard nail as he gazed at his naked chest and boyishly ripped stomach, watching as the boy succumbed to the stimulation Fin was inflicting on him. He moved his waist a little closer to the boy and his dripping cock touched Ben's hip before Finn slid a leg over his and began to hump the ten year old as he jacked his small dick a little faster. Ben twisted his arm under Finn and found his dripping cock, delicately wrapping his fingers around Finn's rock solid shaft. With almost no room to work his hand up and down, the boy flicked his wrist back and forth with his hands sliding over the thick shaft with ease.

Feeling the boy's hand on his cock again, Finn let out a soft moan and smiled down at Ben with his head still resting on one hand. He lent down to the ten year old's chest and kissed the closest nipple of his developing chest as he continued to stroke up and down on Ben's small cock. Finn wondered if little boys actually tasted this good or if it was just his imagination as he tongued the hard nub and brushed his wet lips over Ben's velvety soft skin. The small dark brown nipple hardened as Finn flicked it with his tongue, not quite believing he had a willing ten year old boy naked on his bed with the sweet taste of him in his mouth.

As his body responded to Finn's touch, Ben began to pump his hips into his clenched hand and letting go of Finn's cock, lifted his arms up under his head. He unknowingly struck a pose that caused Finn's blood to boil, his whole body on offer with his arms up showing off the lighter color of his pits without a hint of hair. Ben surrendered completely to Finn's caressing and fondling with his hands under his head and looked down his young body as his breathing grew heavier. He spread his legs apart as he quickly felt himself nearing orgasm and tensed his stomach as he pushed up, lifting his ass off the bed and his fiery little rod of hard flesh into Finn's tight grip as he rode the waves of orgasm and came in a sudden wash of blissful rapture.

The tiny purple head of his small hairless cock expanded in Finn's grasp and he felt the boy tremble as climax rocked his young body. His mouth was open but there was no sound as he arched his back into the air pushing Finn's head up with him, providing Finn with an opportunity to kiss the boy as he'd longed to do since first setting eyes on him. Finn lifted his head as Ben squirmed under him in orgasmic bliss and smothered his mouth with his own, feeling the softness of his lips like silk as he thrust his tongue deep into the ten year olds void. It was like nothing Finn had ever experienced before; the sweet taste of his mouth and ragged breath sent shivers down his spine as he pressed into the young boy and found his hesitant tongue held back and touched it with his own. Ben moaned into his mouth as Finn moved his lips back and forth and probed with his tongue as the boy settled back onto the bed, his small hard cock spent with not a single trace of wetness after his dry orgasm.

Finn reluctantly pulled back from the boy and looked into his eyes as he lifted himself back up onto his arm hoping he hadn't just crossed the line with the kid by kissing him so passionately. But what he saw was a smiling little ten year old boy with a look of utter astonishment etched across his face. "Was that a good one?" Finn asked.

After a seconds pause, Ben nodded his head as he breathed heavily. "You put your tongue in my mouth."

"Yeah, I did," Finn said. "Did you like it?"

"I dunno," he said as he shrugged his shoulders. "It felt kinda weird… But I think it was okay."

"You'll get used to it and even like it once we get some more practice," Finn said to him as he slowly stroked the lad's wilting dick.

"Do you like doing it?" Ben asked licking his lips and enjoying the soft caressing of his doodle.

"I do with you," Finn said. "You want to try it some more?"

"Okay." The boy nodded his head. "Should I do you now like you did mine?" He asked as he reached out to hold Finn's cock in his small hand and lean pushing his young body against Finn's.

With the feeling of Ben's hot wee body pressing into his own, Finn rolled onto his back bringing the boy with him until he was now leaning over Finn's chest with his baby hands once again wrapped around his raging hard-on. It was then that Finn suddenly remembered one of the most erotic videos he'd seen a while ago with a small boy laying on top of a man humping his tiny cock into his stomach and longed to enact that fantasy. He thought Ben would go for it and it would give him the chance to caress his hot and sexy wee body and allow easy access to his juicy wet lips to kiss. Finn wanted to watch his face and taste his mouth as he fucked his immature cock on his stomach while getting Finn off on him at the same time.

But for the moment he simply enjoyed the small hand wrapped around his raging cock slowly massaging up and down, albeit with uncoordinated inexperience. It only took a few tentative strokes before Ben's childish hand was slick with pre-cum and slid easily up and down his rock solid shaft. "That feels so good buddy," Finn said to the boy with his face only a couple inches away from his own. "You're doing great."

Ben beamed at Finn and let his light 70lb [32 kg] weight press into the man's chest as he continued to jack his leaking cock. The way his small body was nestled into Finn, his head up by Finn's shoulders and mouth close, Ben was expecting the man to start kissing him again. The young boy opened his mouth in anticipation and instead of waiting for him, he leant in and pressed his lips to Finn's and felt the man respond. He opened his mouth and their lips sealed a vacuum between them which was quickly filled with Finn's tongue invading his small cavity. Ben felt Finn's arm slide under his torso and wrap around him and the other reaching over his body to his side as he shifted positions and turned into Ben, kissing him deeply. Finn buried his tongue inside the ten year olds hot mouth with the lad's breath coming in heavy pants over his cheek, wanting nothing more than to flip his light body over and make gentle love to him.

As he moved over the boy to kiss him, Ben's grip on his cock slackened and fell away. Finn's own hand moved down Ben's supple young body feeling the soft curves of his stomach and hips before running his fingers over the silky smooth boy mound and curling his fingers around his hairless cock once again. Ben moaned in pleasure into his mouth as Finn marvelled, finding the small organ hot and hard and ready for another dry orgasm.

"Already?" Finn asked incredulous as he pulled away from Ben's wet mouth. He'd read so many stories of sex between men and boys but had thought that their assertions of boys being ready again within just a few minutes was somewhat exaggerated. Obviously he'd been wrong about that.

"Yeah, can you do it again... Please?" Ben begged.

He glanced over the kid at the clock and saw they still had time before the end of lunch and he so wanted to get off on his body that he nodded his head in agreement. "Sure kiddo, I'd love to," he said into the boy's mouth as he gently kissed his soft juicy lips again. "But how about we do it a little different so we both feel good at the same time?"

"How?" Ben asked.

In answer, Finn let go of his hard little rod and grabbed his hip, rolling onto his back pulling the boy with him and laying Ben face down on his chest. As he guided Ben's slender hips over his crotch, Finn reached down and spread the boy's legs either side of his own so that he was straddling him with his knees planted firmly into the mattress.

"Like this," Finn said and settled the ten year old boy onto him with his hard little prong poking into his navel and his own raging hard-on squashed into the tightly packed globe of Ben's sac. The leaking head of Finn's throbbing cock nestled into Ben's smooth mound next to the boy's short pole and was enveloped in the incredible warmth emanating from his young body.

Ben held himself up with his hands either side of Finn's head and looked down between their bodies to his small organ and the larger prick leaking a steady stream of slimy goo over them both. Understanding dawned on him what Finn wanted him to do and he smiled down at the man beneath him as he felt Finn's large hands slip up to his rounded ass and pushing Ben's crotch into him. New sensations coursed through Ben's young body as he began to slowly hump into Finn's navel using his knees as leverage while the man dug his fingers into his ass and guided his movements.

His small cock was alive with yearning as it slid up and down next to Finn's rampant erection squashed between their bodies, sliding through his pre-cum and coating it in a film of sticky goo and easing the chafing of their movements. Both sets of eyes were cast downwards at the sight of two cocks, one large and purple and angry and the other small and hairless with perfectly tight skin pulled back revealing an immature head that throbbed in small pulses. Finn gaped at the sight of the gorgeous ten year old boy's slender body above him angling down where their hips joined and he had to remind himself that the boy above him was just a child and knew almost nothing of the pleasures of sex. He looked back up into Ben's startlingly blue eyes and saw nothing but a willing desire.

"God I want you Ben," Finn said hoarsely as he traced his fingers down the valley of Ben's cheeks like a trail of gold over the puckered rosebud of his hole he wanted to fuck so badly. Without lingering too long on his virgin hole, Finn traced his fingers down to the soft hairless patch of smooth skin under his rounded balls. He tickled the young boy with just the faintest touch under his small sac electing a sigh of pleasure from him and felt a delicately thin line beading up the centre of his balls. Fuck he loved that and stretched a single fingertip along it as far as he could reach while still pushing Ben's cock into his body with his other hand.

Ben's eyes were half closed in sexual ecstasy as he ground his prepubescent cock into Finn and panted with every stroke into the man's face. A fine sheen of sweat glistened off his sexy body as Finn luxuriated in watching the boy and his tight wee body as he got himself off on him. It was the most erotic and sexually satisfying moment of Finn's life and he lifted his hand from the kid's balls and held him by the back of the head, pulling his face down to his and smothered his mouth with his own, tasting the boy's sweetness and falling into a blissful rhythm of mutual pleasure.

Finn knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his load and creamed over them both. Just the thought of spilling his seed onto Ben's silky smooth skin sent him wild with desire and he began to move his hips in time with the boy as he pumped his little cock into him. Their organs mashed together as the sound of joyful moaning and the panting of a child filled his bedroom along with a muffled squelching as their cocks slithered against each other in unison through the sticky mess of Finn's juices. He explored the depths of Ben's mouth with his tongue as he continued to push the boy into him with one hand held firmly on his ass and pulled his head back breaking their kiss.

"I want your tongue in my mouth," Finn said in heated passion. "Can you do that for me buddy?"

"Uh huh…" Ben panted as he flexed the muscles in his ass and jabbed at Finn's navel with his hot little cock thrusting back and forth in short strokes as the sensations built up deep in his loins and threatened to explode at any moment. Holding himself up by his hands planted under Finn's armpits, Ben lowered his head and again volunteered his mouth to the man who reached up and brushed his lips against his.

"I'm gonna cum all over you," Finn spoke into the boy's open mouth as he ran his hands up Ben's back and felt his bony shoulder blades protruding as the kid lent his head down to him. "Give me your tongue."

The young ten year old boy obeyed without thought as he humped vigorously atop Finn's body, opening his mouth to the man and tentatively poked his delicate tongue forward into the void. Finn wrapped his lips around the small organ and sucked it into his mouth, opening up again once Ben's face was pressed into his own and he felt the boy's tongue touch his. Their saliva blended together as they kissed passionately and struggled for breath as the ten year olds tongue found Finn's and he flicked it back and forth deep in his mouth. Finn was stunned at Ben's natural instinct to tongue him as he fucked his little cock back and forth on his navel with rapid thrusts and he felt the rise of impending orgasm begin to overwhelm him. He shot his hands back down to Ben's rounded and firm little ass and pulled the boy into him, digging his fingers into the soft flesh feeling his buttocks tense with every stroke. Grinding his cock into the boy's navel harder and harder with every thrust, Finn spread his cheeks and snaked a finger between the cleft of his cheeks and rubbed the tip along the boy's virginal entrance.

Ben gasped into Finn's mouth feeling the finger play at the lips of his tight little hole and squirmed at the sudden wave of pleasure that hit him. Finn pushed up into the boy's crotch with his cock mashed between them as his balls constricted and shot a hot steaming load up his shaft. It erupted in a deluge of hot cum that drenched the silky smooth skin of Ben's rippled stomach and spread between their sliding cocks. As the kid continued to thrust back and forth, his eyes downcast with the deep building of orgasm rising in his own immature balls, he watched as Finn let loose a half dozen pulsating loads as he moaned blissfully into the dampness of Ben's hair with sated desire.

As the throws of orgasmic high slowly faded, the sound of Ben's small cock sliding back and forth through his hot sticky cum filled Finn's ears. Letting go of the boy's smooth ass, Finn turned Ben's head up and kissed his gasping mouth, filling it with his tongue before pushing up on his heaving chest. With a thin strand of saliva beading and then breaking between their lips, they both wordlessly watched each other as Ben frantically fucked his cock into Finn's stomach, drenching his pole and the globe of his tight little sack in slippery cum. He was so near to his second orgasm that he held his head up exposing his sleek little boy throat and chest to Finn who marvelled at the sight of a ten year old about to climax. If he hadn't already, he would have come right then at just the pure sexual delight of witnessing such an erotic display. He found every single part of Ben's preteen body so fucking sexy as he watched the boy's face change from a look of determination to one of expectant serenity. His curved shoulders and collar bones pushed forwards as his arms tensed and his hot little mouth opened in delightful climax.

The ten year old boy let out a shuddering moan as his face lit up in ecstasy and his whole body rocked with orgasmic release. His spasming cock mashed firmly into Finn's stomach and spent cum as he began to giggle with a high pitched little boy's voice with the thrilling sensations coursing through his young body. Finn roamed his eyes down from the boy's shoulders and trembling chest to the object of his desire; the dark brown nipples spread evenly along his glistening chest, his ribs showing below the smoothly tanned skin that merged with his tensed stomach and abdomen and down to the soft mound of his sex coated with the milky cream of his cum. He was afire with longing for the ten year old boy even though he'd just come over his tender body and gazed at the fledgling prick laid next to his in spent desire.

"That was awesome!" Ben panted above him drawing Finn's attention. He looked so fucking hot holding his trim body up over Finn's with his small chest heaving in and out with each breath, the faint lingering of sexual release slowly evaporating as the young boy's softening cock gently rubbed back and forth in Finn's creamy seed.

"Yeah," Finn replied as he roamed his eyes down between their bodies. The sight of Ben's youthfully smooth and soiled stomach smeared with his cum awakened memories of his own experiences as a nine year old, having Jay's milky jizz splattered over his body and face and then massaged into his skin in tender loving caress as they basked in the afterglow of orgasm. Finn longed to do the same to Ben and teach him how to enjoy not only sex, but to share the experience and delight in the intimate touching and caressing that came after.

Finn gently pushed up from the bed and rolled Ben over onto is back, settling in between the boy's thighs who immediately wrapped his legs around him. Holding himself up with one arm and stroking a hand across his immature chest, Finn lightly kissed his moist lips tasting the slight saltiness of his sweat. He lowered himself onto his elbow and ran a hand through the kid's damp hair that had turned a darker shade of blonde at the fringes as it clung to his forehead.

"I know you don't believe me Ben," Finn whispered into his mouth. "But you are so sexy and hot."

"No I'm not," Ben giggled, his breath cascading over Finn's cheeks and small buttoned nose brushing the man's as he tried to speak with Finn's lips lightly caressing his.

"Oh yes you are," Finn said. He lifted himself up from the boy and looked down into his dazzling eyes as he slid a hand over the silken skin of Ben's hot preteen body. He circled the warm slippery cream coating Ben's stomach and brought his hand back up to his face. As a child, from the first time he'd sucked on Jay's cock and gotten a mouthful of his cum, Finn had loved the taste and hungered for it each time he and Jay had sex. But his thirst for it had faded over time until he no longer wanted to taste the cum of any of his many lovers. That was one of the reasons he was so drawn to little boys; it was because they only came in dry orgasm and couldn't shoot, along with their sexy and completely hairless bodies that Finn found them so irresistible. But tasting his own cum from the body of a ten year old was different somehow. With a devilish smile, Finn licked his cum from his finger holding it just a couple inches away from Ben's nose and watched his expression turn to awe.

After a moment, Ben furrowed his forehead and looked up at Finn questioningly. "Doesn't that taste yuk?" he asked

"No," Finn answered. "It's kinda good."

"What does it taste like?"

"Ummm… I dunno," he said. "A little salty I guess… Doesn't really taste like anything."

"Can I try?" the boy asked but Finn thought he saw a look of uncertainty on his face.

"Sure buddy. But how about just a little bit first," Finn said as he slipped a finger back down Ben's hot wee body. He brought it back up to his mouth licked it onto his tongue before leaning down and kissing the boy once again. He opened his mouth and pressed into him as Ben surrendered to his kiss and ran his tongue along Finn's lips and teeth and then deeper into his void searching for his prize. Finn held his tongue back for a few moments savouring the ten year olds small organ exploring his mouth before finally giving Ben what he wanted.

Finn pushed Ben's tongue back into his mouth with his own and plunged deep into him, making sure the boy got a good taste before lifting his head back up. He felt his cock growing hard at having just given a ten year old boy his first taste of cum. He waited, watching as the boy licked his lips with the head of his cock tightening just an inch from Ben's virgin hole. Finn purposefully moved down the boy's body just a little to kiss his chest and felt his now throbbing gland press into the soft mounds of his cheeks. He was filled with a lust to fuck the little boy but knew that he couldn't, not until he was ready and willing to offer himself to Finn. Instead, Finn slowly rolled off Ben to lay on his side with his head propped up in his hand as he gently stroked the naked skin of Ben's stomach, looking down at his wilting boyhood covered in his creamy seed.

"Was it okay?" Finn asked.

Ben nodded his head up and down as he looked at Finn, turning his head and bringing both arms up under his head again enjoying the gentle caressing of the man's touch on his body. Finn saw the lighter area of skin in the boy's smooth arm pits and marvelled at just how fucking hot and sexy the ten year old boy was. He couldn't have imagined a more desirable boy to touch and kiss and stimulate to orgasm than Ben and he couldn't help but to lean in and take a deep breath.

Smelling the intoxicating aroma wafting up from the preteen boy and drinking in every square inch of him, he said, "Do you want to try some more?"

"Uh huh," Ben nodded again with a mischievous grin. Fuck, Finn thought. This boy is up for anything.

As Finn reached down again, he moved past Ben's navel and dipped his finger into a large glob of cum dribbling down the boy's soft as fuck mound into the crease of his thigh. He scooped it up and held it on the tip of his finger letting the strand of cum that beaded down to snap before lifting it back up to Ben's mouth and pressed his finger to the boy's juicy lips. With a seductiveness that Finn though must be his imagination, Ben poked his tongue out and licked the salty cum from his finger and back into his mouth.

After a short pause and watching as Ben swirled his cum around his mouth, Finn contemplated broaching the subject of his friend Cory and what they might have done together. Ben had mentioned him yesterday and the thought of his new little lover experimenting with another boy his own age excited him.

"Ben," Finn began waiting for the boy to look at him. "You know yesterday you told me about Cory…"

"Mmmm," Ben replied licking his lips and swallowed.

"You said you and him played with each other's doodles," Ben nodded his head again and Finn continued. "Do you do anything else with him?"

"We just tried to jack each other…" Ben said and then smiled. "Until Saturday."

"What happened on Saturday?" Finn asked with his mind racing; the day after his first encounter with Finn and something different had happened with Ben and Cory.

"I sucked his dick!" Ben exclaimed with a huge shit eating grin plastered over his face.

"What?" Finn said and stopped his caressing of the boy's smooth chest for a moment in shock. "How do you know about that?"

"I saw pictures on the internet," the boy said.

"You looked?" Finn asked.

"Yeah, I wanted to see. Have you done that?"

"What… seen pictures or have I sucked someone's dick?" Finn replied, wanting to find out more about what Ben and Cory had done but also getting very turned on again hearing the ten year old boy talk about sucking cock.

"Sucking someone's dick!" Ben said in glee. "I bet you have!"

"Yeah I have," Finn said to the boy and resumed the light tickling of his chest and stomach. "A lot… The first time was when I was nine."

A look of astonished awe replaced the gleeful expression on Ben's face. "Really?" He said. "Did you do it with someone like me?"

"Like you? No," Finn said. "But someone like me sucked mine when I was like you."

"Kwel. Was it that guy you said about on Friday?" Ben asked glancing down at Finn's fingers on his body. He shuddered a little as Finn crept down to his slippery bald mound and tickled around the soft one and a half inch [4 cm] organ.

"Yeah," Finn said lost in sexual longing as he stroked his fingertips over the wrinkled thicker skin of the boy's rounded and protruding sac. As he watched with wanton desire, the smooth globes began to retract up into his scrotum and his small cock started to come alive again.

"Did you like it?" The boy asked getting more than a little turned on and spread his legs apart allowing Finn better access to fondle him.

"Of course," Finn said tearing his gaze from Ben's growing cock and looked up at him. "It's the second best thing you can do with your dick."

He wasn't sure if Ben would get the implication and he didn't ask what the first best thing was, but Finn didn't really mind. He was enjoying just being there with him as the boy let him caress his sexy little body with his arms still folded up under his head and Finn wondered if he knew the effect he was having on him.

After a lengthy silence as Finn stimulated the ten year old boy's preteen cock back to attention, he wanted to know if Ben had felt the soft warmth of Cory's mouth on his young pole. "Did Cory suck yours?"

His smiled faded as he shook his head. "No, he said he didn't want to."

Finn's thoughts were torn between his disappointment for Ben and the thrill of maybe being the first person to burrow his head between those silky smooth thighs and taste the sweet nectar of his young cock. God, he wanted that so bad.

"Maybe he just needs to think about it. You really like Cory don't you?" Finn asked thinking back to Ben's questioning yesterday about if it was gay to let him touch him and his apparent eagerness to see and touch Finn's body. He suspected that Ben was but hadn't yet realised it himself. He wasn't too young to know; Finn himself had known he liked boys more than girls even before Jay had come along.

"Yeah Kinda… Did he put his dick in your butt too?" Ben asked suddenly changing the subject.

"Who… Jay?" Finn said a little taken aback and answered without really thinking it through. "Yeah he did. Why did you ask that?" His own leaking cock was rock hard again and poking at Ben's hip and dribbled pre-cum in a wet smear.

"Because you touched my butt hole just before you made me org… asm," he smiled getting the word right. "Did you want to do that with me?"

Holly fucking shit! Finn thought. A ten year old boy just asked me if I wanted to fuck him! He sucked in his bottom lip and ran this tongue along it as he guided his finger up the length of Ben's short pole taking his time before answering, debating whether to be honest with the lad or fob him off until another time. He decided he'd be honest with the boy since he'd had the courage to ask in the first place.

"Yes, I would," he swallowed before continuing. "But only if you wanted me to and not until you're ready."

Ben seemed to mull that over for a few seconds before looking back down at his hard pecker and Finn's fondling hands. "I wish you could meet Cory."

"Me too. He sounds really nice," Finn said as he glanced at the clock wondering if Ben was actually suggesting a threesome. It was only five minutes until the bell was due to ring signalling the end of their time together but Finn was going to bring that particular subject up again one day. He'd want to meet Cory first and check him out before any such thing happened of course, but how to do that without it being suspicious?

"Do you want me to bring him here?" Ben asked with obvious excitement.

"No buddy," Finn chuckled. "Not yet. Maybe I should meet him first to see what he's like." Then an idea quickly formed in his mind. "But I have an idea… One that means we might get to see a lot of each other."

"What?"

Finn slowly took his hands off the boy knowing that he couldn't go back to school with a little boner tenting the front of his trousers as he outlined his newly formed plan.

"I've just about finished my book and I need ideas for the next one," Finn said. "I think I might try one for boys like you to read but I'll need ideas about what you want it to be about. How about if I go to your school and run a competition for suggestions?"

"Kwel… yeah!" Ben said and turned on his side facing Finn. "Can it be about me?"

Finn laughed at that. "Maybe. But I can't put any sex stuff in it though."

"When can you come? Tomorrow?" Ben asked.

"No buddy, not tomorrow. I'll call and see if I meet the headmaster but it might take a while to organise."

Only four minutes left Finn saw looking at the clock again. "We better get dressed because you've got to be back in about three and a half minutes."

"It's only choir practise," Ben told Finn not making a move. "They don't mind if we're a bit late."

"You sing?" Finn asked. A fucking choirboy!

"Yep!" Ben chirped proudly. "I'm like the star."

"Really?" Finn said surprised. Ben had been shy and modest about his appearance and he thought that would extent to other things about him. Finn hadn't thought Ben was one to boast so he must be pretty good if he said that, and probably even better.

"Yeah, I'm pretty good," Ben said echoing Finn's thoughts as the boy finally got up off the bed and stood, looking for his clothes.

"I'd love to hear you sometime then," Finn said watching the naked ten year old boy reach for his pants and pulled his legs into them. He wanted to get to know the kid better and to spend some time with him, and not just for sex either but that was high on his agenda.

Seeing the still wet cum smeared over Ben's stomach and flaccid cock, Finn stood and grabbed his hand. "You can't go back to school smelling like sex… Come here," Finn said as he led Ben into the ensuite bathroom. He picked up a can of deodorant and sprayed a small squirt over his sexy preteen body before running the back of his hand over the boy's limp penis.

"Just don't try and get Cory to suck you today," Finn said with a smile. "It'll taste bad with that on it."

"I wish!" Ben said with a giggle. "Can you suck my doodle tomorrow?" he then after a short pause and more than a little shyly as he turned to Finn, his face turning a shade darker in embarrassment.

"Absolutely," Finn said as he sat on the toilet seat facing Ben. He caught a last glimpse of the boy's softening cock as Ben did himself up. He stood up and led Ben back into his bedroom where the boy found his shirt and pulled it over his shoulders. He couldn't believe that he'd get to taste his young cock and that Ben had just asked him to suck him but he wasn't about to let him get away with just that. "But remember your rule though…"

Ben stopped for a second in confusion until it dawned on him. "Oh yeah…" His mouth formed into a cheeky smile as he thought about it. "Okay."

Finn couldn't help but smile back at him and wink. "Good boy."

Inside, his heart was doing summersaults at what they'd just agreed to. He was going to suck Ben's tasty wee cock and feel the ten year old's lips around his own. There were no words that could describe the yearning he felt right then to throw caution out the window and keep the boy in his bedroom for the rest of the afternoon. Instead, Finn pulled the ten year old to him and reached for the buttons of his white shirt that were hanging open at the front. As he fumbled with the lower buttons he lent in and kissed the flawlessly smooth skin of Ben's naked chest in worship of his hot little body and the purity of his innocence. Finn simply could not imagine the joy he would feel having Ben's hard and hairless little cock in his mouth and his face burrowed into the boy's crotch licking his small sack and soft mound.

"You'll be here tomorrow yeah?" Ben asked as Finn pulled back staring at the boy as he tucked himself in just as the school bell ring out.

"You can count on it buddy," Finn said as he pulled on his own pants and walked the lad out into the lounge with his arm around Ben's shoulder. He caught the faint aroma of sex still clinging to him and hoped the brief jog along the field he'd have to make to get back in time would mask it before he got to class. They stopped at the door as Finn opened it.

"Hey, Ben," Finn said suddenly remembering. "Do you have a cell phone?"

"Yep!" he chirped. "Do you want my number?"

"Yeah, just in case and I'll give you mine," Finn said. "If you need to talk to someone about anything at all, just call me. But you have to promise you won't text anything about sex to me."

"Okay. Thank you," he said looking up at the man after they'd programmed their numbers. "And thanks for… You know," he said shyly.

Finn lent down and kissed the boy lightly on the lips one last time. "Any time you want buddy," he said. "Why don't you text me tonight when you go to bed and I'll call you huh? You can tell me about the rest of your day.

"Kwel. Yeah okay," Ben said excitedly. "But I really gotta go."

Finn smiled as he raised his hand to the open door letting Ben know he wasn't stopping him from leaving. "Aren't you forgetting something though?"

Ben looked confused for a moment and shrugged his shoulders with his eyebrows raised. "I dunno… What?" He asked.

"Your blazer," Finn said pointing to the floor next to the couch.

"Shit!" Ben cursed. "Oh, shit sorry… I mean… I'm gonna be so late," Finn cracked up laughing and so did Ben.

Once he could speak, Finn picked up Ben's blazer for him and handed it over. "I really like you Ben. A lot."

"Me too," Ben replied. "See you tomorrow okay?" He stepped outside after Finn had ruffled his shaggy blonde hair and hurried to the back of the yard. The ten year old turned and waved before disappearing under the canopy of leaves, heading back to school for choir practise and the long wait until he could sneak into Finn's house once again.

Finn watched him go and lost sight of the bright blazer almost immediately and suddenly he was gone, leaving Finn alone in his house with nothing to do other than dream of Ben and his hot, smooth and completely hairless preteen body.

Amazingly, he got some work done that afternoon and completed the rewrite of another chapter before heading out to pick up a few things he'd thought he may need over the next few days. But his mind kept drifting back to Ben every so often and he counted down the hours as dusk settled in, wondering when his bedtime was and if he'd get a text from his preteen lover. God he hoped so…

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