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 The Adventures of Callum and Lewis (M/b, pedo, oral, farting, ws) by
Rocknrollboy

   I would never have classed myself as a paedophile.  A gay guy, yes, but
a paedophile, no.  The mere thought of that name always used to make me
shudder.  I always had these vivid images of some vile old man torturing a
young boy just for pleasure, then killing him.  I was always in the
majority that thought all paedophiles should be shot.  Then one day, Callum
moved in next door with his mother.

   I live in a nice apartment overlooking the local school for kids from 5
to 11 years old.  It is a mixed school, and my apartment balcony overlooks
the playing field.  Sometimes I stand out there on a nice day and watch the
kids playing.  Their shouts and screams of laughter always bring a smile to
my face, and I love seeing them enjoy themselves.  Sometimes the boys go to
the boundary fence, away from the school building, and play wrestle each
other.  I look on and always get an excited feeling when one boy pins
another by sitting on his chest and pinning his arms under his legs.  It
reminds me of when I was a boy, and how I used to wrestle my friends and
always "lose" to him, so I got pinned.  A couple of times, my friend (who
has sadly moved away) would sit on my face, to the delight of the other
boys, and I would always pretend to be annoyed.  Today I still get an
excited feeling in my stomach when I watch one boy pin his helpless friend
under him, and I almost burst with excitement if the top boy sits on his
victim's face, all the while not actually seeing myself as a paedophile. 
Not until, that is, Callum moved in next door.

   Callum is a young boy.  He is 8 years old and strikingly good looking.
He has short cropped blond hair and the most perfect deep blue eyes
imaginable.  His hair is gelled into spikes, and he wears the latest trendy
clothes.  He has a wide smile and full, beautifully shaped lips.  His skin
is a perfect tanned colour that complements his hair perfectly.  His
mother, Alysin, is a single parent, and just as good looking as her son. 
She is a typical woman, and is useless when it comes to doing things around
the home.  This is how I managed to get myself involved with her and,
ultimately, involved with Callum.

   After they had been in the apartment for a couple of days, Callum was
enrolled into the local school that was behind my apartment balcony.  I
watched the kids playing, and noticed Callum had made friends quite quickly
with some other boys.  To my delight, these were the boys that wrestled by
the perimeter fence, and it wasn't too long before my dream came true and
Callum was wrestling with them as well.

   This one particular day, I watched intently as Callum and this other boy
wrestled in front of the crowd of boys.  Their laughter was almost
deafening, and I stood rooted to the spot on the balcony as Callum and this
boy battled it out.  At first it was quite boring, as they both had each
other in a headlock.  Suddenly, Callum swung the boy round, and the boy
landed on the grass on his back.  In a flash, Callum had straddled the boy,
and was sitting proudly astride his chest, so high up that the boy under
him must have been getting a good whiff of Callum's crotch, which was
practically on his mouth.

   The crowd of boys were all shouting and screaming, when their noise
turned into a rhythmic chant of "Gas him!  Gas him!" Callum delighted his
audience by slowly moving up, till the boy's face disappeared under his
butt.  Callum sat there for a while, like a king on his throne, delighting
in the torture he was inflicting on the boy under him.  To my amazement,
this had made me so fucking rock hard that after Callum released the boy
from his smelly mask, I had to go into the bathroom and have a wank.  I
came so much, I sprayed cum everywhere, thinking of Callum on this boy's
face.  That is when I knew I had to do something.

   After getting to know Alysin for a while, I invited her in for a coffee.
We chatted about this and that, and she told me how she missed going out
and socialising with her friends since her split from her husband.  I asked
her why she didn't go out, and she laughed and said, "Because of Callum,
silly!  I can't go out and leave him home alone, can I?  I need to arrange
a baby sitter but don't know anybody round here."

   I felt this sudden rush of energy and, without thinking, blurted out,
"I'll sit for him, if you want." Alysin looked at me amazed, but before she
could say anything I continued with, "Well, that's if you want.  I
understand if you don't, but we have known each other for a while, and
Callum seems to get on with me OK.  But it is entirely up to you."

   Alysin looked at me and started to smile.  "You are a lifesaver," she
said.  "That is so kind of you.  Are you sure?  I mean, I don't want to
take advantage of your kindness."

   "No, no problem at all," I replied.  "It will be lovely.  I can either
sit at your apartment, or he can come here."

   Alysin said, "Well, if you don't mind--and I MEAN 'don't mind'--would it
be OK to sit with him at mine?  Mainly because if he gets tired, he has his
own bed he can go to."

   "No problem at all," I said.  "Actually, I was going to suggest that,
but I didn't want you to think that I didn't want Callum round here,
because he is more than welcome."

   "No, that's fine," Alison carried on.  "You are a star, Lewis, do you
know that?"

   I smiled at her and said, "Hey, you just get on with organizing your
night out.  You need to have some fun."

   As she left, I turned round and punched the air in excitement.  My plan
had worked fine.  I was hoping that it would be round their apartment,
because I was hoping to find a pair of Callum's pants in the laundry basket
for me to sniff.

   **************************************

   Saturday soon came round, and it wasn't long before 6:00, and time for
Alysin to meet her friends.  I walked across the hallway to their door at
about 5:45 and knocked.  She opened the door looking radiant.

   "Come in, Lewis," she said in an excited voice.  "Go through.  Callum's
in the lounge."

   I walked into the lounge and saw Callum sitting on the floor watching
wrestling on the TV, wearing jeans and a "T" top.  He smiled over to me and
said, "Hi, Lewis."

   "Hi, Callum.  You all right?"

   "Yeah," he said, "just watching the wrestling.  I love wrestling."

   As he said this, I felt my stomach bubble with excitement and start to
turn.  Alysin said to Callum, "Now you be good for Lewis, you hear me? 
CALLUM!  You hear me?"

   "Yeah, I hear you," he replied, and carried on watching the wrestling.

   "I won't be too long," she said.

   I smiled at her and said, "Just enjoy yourself, and get back when you
get back OK?

   She smiled.  "Thanks, you don't know what this means to me."

   Ha, ha!  You don't know what this means to ME!  I thought to myself.  As
she was getting ready to leave, I asked her, "What time do you want Callum
to get showered and into bed?"

   Alysin replied with, "He's already had a shower.  He just needs to go to
bed.  I don't mind, really.  Whatever time you want him out of your hair,
just send him off.  At the weekend I don't really have a set time."

   "OK, then.  You go and enjoy yourself."

   With that, there was a sound of a car horn, and Callum shot up like a
jack in the box and ran to the window.  "It's Shelly," he said.  "She's
here."

   "OK.  Now, Lewis, are you SURE?" Alysin asked one more time.

   "Perfectly sure.  Now go, before the night is over."

   She smiled and left, closing the front door behind her.

   Callum sat back on the floor and continued watching the wrestling.

   "So you like wrestling, then, do you, champ?" I asked him.

   "Yep, sure do," came the reply.  Callum looked to me and asked, "Do you
like wrestling as well?"

   "I love it," I said.  "C'mon, move over," and I sat beside him on the
floor, watching the fight.

   After it had finished, Callum asked, "What can we do now?"

   "I don't know, mate," I replied.  "What do you want to do?"

   The reply almost blew me away!!!  "Fancy a wrestle?" he said, this
wicked gleam in his deep blue eyes.  It was almost like he knew what I
wanted, and was hoping for, and was ready to oblige.

   "OK," I said.  "But I'll have to kneel, so I don't have an advantage."

   "Sure," he said, "that's fair.  Hey, Lewis, can I suggest something?"

   "Sure thing, mate.  It's your apartment.  Go for it."

   "Can I wrestle in my boxer shorts?  It's more like the professional
wrestlers then."

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing!  Can he wrestle me in his undies?
FUCKING HELL YEAH!

   "If you want to," I calmly said.  "It's up to you, Callum.  As I said,
it's your apartment."

   Callum got up and unbuttoned the waistband of his jeans.  He pulled the
zipper down, and then pulled his jeans off.  He was wearing a white pair of
boxers, with alternating blue and green thin stripes on them.  The
waistband was green, with the words NEXT repeated around them.  I looked at
him and almost blew my lot there and then.  I quickly averted my gaze from
his little bulge to his eyes, so as not to arouse suspicion in him.

   "OK, champ.  Ready to wrestle?"

   "READY!" he shouted, and stood next to me where I was kneeling on the
floor.

   I could feel the warmth coming off his young body, and I could feel my
own cock growing with the excitement.  I counted down from 3, and Callum
went straight for a headlock.  I was amazed that, at just 8 years old, he
had the strength of a boy much older.  I put up a good fight and didn't let
him win the first round.  I thought this would be the best move, as I
didn't want to arouse any suspicions that might be lurking deep within him.
I rolled him onto his back and put my hands on his shoulders.  I held him
down for a count of ten and was amazed at the power he had as he struggled
to get up.  Obviously, me being older, I kept him pinned and won the first
round.  After the count of ten, I let him up.  He looked defeated, and I
had to get my next move in the plan operational.

   "Hey, how about the best of three rounds, Callum?  You up for it?"

   "Yeah," he said.  "You ain't gonna win this one."

   I smiled to myself and thought, I know I ain't gonna win the match, but
I'm gonna win something else!

   I took up my kneeling position, and Callum stood in front and to the
side of me.  As I counted back from 3 again, I was waiting for the headlock
and how to roll onto the floor in a fake losing move, but Callum had other
ideas!  As I said "ZERO!" Callum launched forward, wrapping his arms round
my head, and throwing his body into my face.  I felt his legs go round my
waist, and the momentum of this fired-up 8-year-old threw me backwards.  In
a flash, Callum was sitting on my chest, and was leaning forward pushing my
arms down.  I made a move and lifted a shoulder off the floor.  Callum was
quick to react, moving his body up mine at lightning speed till he was
practically sitting on my throat.  He grabbed my hair, and pulled my face
up into his crotch, locking his young thighs together, clamping my head. 
He then rolled forward, kneeling on both shoulders, holding them down.  The
smell of his crotch was intoxicating, and I lay there, my nose separated
from Callum's balls and cock by a thin piece of material.  I was so taken
in by the experience, I never even heard him count to ten, and was only
aware of the fact when he released his grip on my head and sat back on my
chest, a huge beaming smile on his face.

   "One all!" he exclaimed in an excited voice.

   "Yeah, one all," I said dreamily, still high from the smell of his
crotch and the warmth of his balls.

   "This is gonna be the decider," he said.  "Whoever wins is the champ and
the master, OK?

   "OK," I said.  "Let's go for it.  May the best man win."

   Once again we took up our positions, me kneeling, Callum standing.  As I
got to the zero count, again Callum launched forward.  I moved to the side,
and Callum grabbed my head and swung round behind me pulling me backwards.
He sat down on my forehead, and placed his knees onto my shoulders.  I lay
there and thought to myself, This is it!  My opportunity has come.

   Callum had got to four when I twisted and got my shoulder off the floor.
This unsettled Callum, and I moved my head up, forcing him forward.  In his
blind aggression to win, he sat back down, but was on my face, my nose in
his crack.  I could feel the warmth of his butt on my face, and the odour
of his butt as it wafted up my nostrils as I breathed.

   Again I moved him off, and again he sat back on my face.  There was
method in the madness!  Every time I got him unsettled; every time he had
to start the ten count again.  Once again, his butt was firmly on my face,
and my nostrils breathed in the funky odour of an 8-year-old's butt.  I lay
there thinking, I hope he ain't looking at my crotch, because he is gonna
see one hell of a bulge there!

   Callum got to seven, when I unsettled him again.  It was almost killing
me only being able to enjoy the scent of his butt for seven seconds at a
time, but I had to make it long enough to enjoy, yet enough to break the
pin, so the count could start again.  Once again, I lifted up, and Callum
started to fall forward.  To stop himself from falling off me, he clamped
his thighs together, locking my face into his butt.

   We were now in this weird hold, where I was almost sitting up on the
floor, and Callum had his hands on my thighs, his legs locked round my
head, holding it into his lovely, smelly little crack.  I could feel him
struggling to move back, so that he could get me onto my back, and take up
a position on my face once again.  I resisted by sitting strong, which had
the desired effect of my face being forced further into Callum's butt.

   Suddenly, the whole thing took a turn for the better, with Callum
struggling so much that he farted.  With my face locked into his butt, I
couldn't escape his stink, and I heard Callum say, "Get back down, or I'll
do another!"

   His command made me so fucking horny that I resisted to see if he was
true to his word.  Thankfully he was.  Another smelly fart came blasting
out of his anus, the warm putrid gas blowing into my face and up my
nostrils.  I don't know if it was the ecstasy of the farts, or that they
overpowered me, but next thing I knew, I was back in the losing position,
and Callum was sitting on my face, pinning my shoulders.  He must have been
mad at me for making him work so hard, because he sat there, counted to
seven, lifted up slightly, farted again and sat down on my face trapping
the scent up my nose.  He held me there for longer than a ten count, but I
was so intoxicated by it, I wasn't really bothered!  It could have been ten
minutes instead of ten seconds, and I wouldn't have cared.

   After he was satisfied that he had gassed me enough, he stood up astride
my head.  He looked down at me, and I lay there looking up the legs and
into the crotch of a victorious 8-year-old.  He put his foot on my face,
gave it a little rub and said, "I win.  I am the master and you are the
slave."

   "You what?" I said, trying to see if I had heard him correctly.

   "You heard," he said, and with that, sat back down on my face, treating
me to another gassing.  He got up after a minute and said, "Now I am the
master!  Got it?"

   "OK," I said, playing along with his game.  "You are the master, and I
am the slave.  So what does my master desire, then?" I said in a sarky
voice.

   Callum spun round, and sat back on my chest, looking down onto me.  His
voice and manner changed, and he said, "Your master desires his cock
sucked. Suck my cock, slave."

   I was dumbfounded by his remark.  There was this 8-year-old boy,
admittedly, a fucking good looking, horny 8-year-old boy, ordering me to
suck his cock.  I got all ballsy and said, "OK, then, get it out and I
will."

   Callum obviously wasn't messing about.  He stood back up, grabbed the
waistband of his boxer shorts, and peeled them down his legs.  I could see
his boxers growing as they got closer to my face.  He took them off on my
face, before moving them out of the way.  Callum sat back down, and now his
cock was fully erect and hard.  The head of his penis, showing through his
uncut foreskin.  Guessing, I would say that it must have been about five
inches, and I couldn't help but think, This boy is gonna have a monster of
a cock when he is older!

   He sat forward enough, so that the head of his cock was bobbing
temptingly on my mouth.  He grabbed his hard penis and slowly pulled his
foreskin back, revealing a lovely purple/red head.  He smiled down at me,
and I obligingly opened my mouth, to take his penis.  Callum moved forward
and put the head of his cock in my mouth.  I would have been satisfied with
just that, but he had other ideas.  He leaned forward and thrust all his
hard five inches in my mouth.  As an experienced gay cocksucker, I took him
easily, but it was still a fucking huge turn on.  Suddenly, Callum began to
buck his hips and was soon in full flight, fucking my face for all he was
worth.  Suddenly, he reached his point of no return, and I felt his body
tense and twitch as he reached a dry orgasm, his crotch plastered on my
face, his balls squashed on my chin.

   "Oh, yeah, you bitch!  Take it!" he said as he twitched six times in
tune with his dry cum.

   When he finished dry cumming, he lay there on my face, breathing
heavily. His breathing slowly returned to normal, in perfect sync with the
softening of his cock.  I lay there thinking that things couldn't get any
better, when I felt a warm trickle of fluid go down my throat.  Surely he
didn't cum?!  I thought.  Not at this young age?  But no, the familiar
salty taste told me that he was pissing in my mouth.  What a horny fucker!
I thought as I drank down his stream of piss.

   Callum sped up his flow, as he ordered, "Drink my piss, slave."

   I swallowed all his offering, which I think surprised the shit outta
him. When he had finished, he moved back to his sitting position, and
taking his cock, shook the last drips of piss off onto my face.  He smiled
down and said to me, "Hey, you fancy babysitting me again?  I might need to
take a shit next time?"

   "Sure thing, buddy," I replied.  "Sure thing.  You need to go now or
next time?"

   "Nah, I've already been, so can't go anymore.  But when you come round
again, I'll hold it in so you can have a feast.  Just make sure you don't
eat anything for tea, cuz I do them THIS BIG," he squealed, holding his
hands about 12 inches apart!

   "WOW!" I said in an amazed voice.  "I can't wait for that."

   **************************************

   Callum went to bed at about 10:30.  I tucked him in and gave him a kiss
on his butt, as ordered.  I sat in the lounge, overjoyed at my experience
and wondering how long I would have to wait till Alysin went out again. 
Time passed, and at ten minutes past midnight, Alysin walked into the
apartment.

   "Hi, Lewis," she said.  "How's Callum been?  Has he behaved himself?"

   "He has been a little star," I replied.  "We have had a wonderful night
together."

   "What time did he go to bed?" she asked.

   "He went at 10:30.  I checked on him at 11, and he was sound asleep."

   "Oh, thanks," she said.  "I really owe you."

   "NO problem, Alysin.  Hey, if you wanna go out again, just let me know.
I don't do much in the evenings, so I'll sit with Callum for you if you
want.  You can even drop him at my place and let him sleep the night if he
wants, if you want to have some friends back."

   She looked at me with tears in her eyes.  "You are so kind.  I don't
know what I have done to deserve a kind person like you, but thank you. 
You really are a star."

   "No problem.  The pleasure's all mine."

   Inside I thought, Yeah, it really IS all mine!  I just couldn't wait
till the next time, when I would be invited for dinner with Callum.  I just
wondered what would be on the menu!

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