Adult male, preteen boy
This story is the beginning (hopefully) of a short series. All of the acts herein are fantasies, bear no resemblance to real events, and no one should try to recreate or perform anything like what is described. Just read the story and stroke. Feel free to contact me with your comments.
Thanks for reading.
The following story is pure fantasy and probably some of the things described are even physically impossible.
The author does not condone or encourage any such behavior.
Monday the 1st of June
“Jose could you watch Cole for me please” I looked at him pleadingly.
Jose looked at me quizzically.
Thanks for reading my series. The genesis of this story started on Nifty.org, but some of the story lines required a more openminded site. I'm very thankful to Hiddenbookcase for offering that platform.
Jerome’s Chicago “girl-friend” was passed out in her own bed. There had been a few photographs of them together by the press, and she was young with nice tits that filled out a dress well and looked good on his arm. However, she had only enjoyed his cock a couple of times, when her husband happened to have their son—the bastard. Every other time she weirdly had passed out before they got to sex, just a little too much to drink was her reasoning.
A story of a man and his unique way of getting into a shy 10 yo boys pants.
There's a lake I go to, where as a kid my family would take me every year. It's a beautiful lake and here is where I find most of my prey. Driving up to the lake, I stopped in town. It sits five miles from the lake, but is the only town near it. I ate and then headed to the cemetery, where I walked up to a grave.
"Hey, Mr. Henderson" I said as I placed flowers on his grave. "Hard to believe it's been 6 years since you died. But I keep the tradition alive."
I teach 1st grade PE at the William H. Boys Academy, which I love. I get to watch 5-6-year-old boys get all sweaty during class, and then sit in my office and watch all that sweet meat shower after class. It is great, I have jacked off to the sight many times.
One day during class, I was in my office getting a head job from our French teacher Mr. Sims when I heard "Come on, get him." One student yelled and then others yelled the same thing, as I got up to go check it out.