JOHNNY THE WOOD NYMPH

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It had been a long a boring summer so far for Johnny.� His blow buddy, Nick, and his cornholing father had suddenly moved to another town around the first of July.� Johnny had always enjoyed his visits to Nick�s trailer home and especially enjoyed all the naughty things Nick�s dad made him do for him and his friends, but that was no more.�

Not all was lost though, he still was a special guest of the Grecian Social Club and he always received a lot of attention when he was there.� That was a great place to spend a hot afternoon, swimming naked and getting fucked in the ass by all those men.� But then there was a fire downtown that damaged the Grecian Social Club and it was closed for repairs.� Now that too was put on hold until the repairs were completed and by that time, school would be session.�

But now in early August, it had been almost three weeks, a seeming eternity, since he felt a thick cock squirting into his mouth or felt a thick cock slide up his accommodating butt.� Three weeks!� At least he had looking forward to school starting next week and having Mr. Wilson, the principle of his school (and a hard cocked pervert) call him to his office for some imaginary infraction.� Just thinking of all the trouble he�d be in and having Mr. Wilson �punishing� him made his boy cocklet twitch with immoral anticipation.

On most days, both his mom and his dad were at work all day, leaving him to watch endless daytime TV shows, playing video games solo, and abusing himself with various vegetables. He was allowed to play outside, just so long as he stayed close to home, and just as long as he was home before either of his parents had to go looking for him.�

So it was that Johnny, exploring the grounds of an abandoned house, found a hole in the fence.� Naturally being a curious lad, he crawled through to investigate.� There he found a huge, lush backyard, with lots of trees, bushes and flowers of every kind.� The main house looked to be quite large and a lot older than most of the houses in the neighborhood.� There were also a few outbuildings and a greenhouse.� It was so totally different from his own tiny backyard that had but a single tree; a scrawny tree at that and not even big enough to climb, and a few overgrown bushes that had been haphazardly laid out by the original owners of his parents� home.� The grass here was lush too, thick and deep green, it felt wonderful to his bare feet.� It too was unlike the grass in his own yard, which was actually mostly various weeds, had stickers and was not particularly soft. �

The grass in this strange backyard was so inviting that he decided to lie down in it under a spreading oak tree and safely out of sight from the house.� He plopped down on his back, and reveled in the feel of the soft living carpet on his bare legs and bare back.� As he lay there, looking up into the branches, he began to think about all the times he and Nick had laid around nude inside Nick�s trailer, with Nick�s dad and his buddies taking turns having fun with the two boys.�

Just the thought of sucking and fucking sent blood rushing into his boy cocklet.� Soon his hand was down his shorts and he was fondling himself.�� Being out in the open, nearly naked and in plain sight was exhilarating.� He felt totally free, freer than he ever felt naked and cooped up in the Nick�s trailer.� As he reminisced, he found the need to jerk off to be overwhelming, and without much thought other than getting off, he pushed down his shorts and kicked them away.�

Fisting himself like Nick�s dad had taught him to do, his spit slickened fist sliding rapidly up and down his short shaft, the young boy quickly felt the pressure building.� He closed his eyes and daydreamed of fellatio and sodomy, knowing that soon he would be wracked with the incredible sensations that only came from his dick.� Just as he expected, a jolt of pure sexual pleasure shot from his groin, causing him to cry out in blissful joy.� All too soon the wonderful feelings passed, leaving him breathless with that glowing feeling of being totally alive that comes with a good orgasm.

�What are you doing, boy?� came a voice from out of nowhere.

Johnny�s eyes flew open.� To his horror, there stood looking down on him was an old man, an old man who had a pistol pointed at him.� Johnny�s first instinct was to jump up and run, but he was several blocks from his house and he was stark naked.� No use in just grabbing them and making a break for it either as the old man held his shorts in his free hand.

�Are you the god-damned son of a bitch who�s been breaking into my shed, stealing my tools and breaking into my greenhouse?�

Still flat on his back and holding his shriveled dick Johnny squeaked, �No, sir. No, sir!�

�Bull shit!� I�ve just been waiting to catch you and by god, I�ve got you now!� I almost had you last time.�

�I didn�t break anything,� pleaded Johnny with a knot in his stomach.� �I was just��

�Just what, sonny boy?�

�I was just looking.�

�Looking?� Looking?� That�s not what you were doing.� It has a lot of names, boy, but looking isn�t one of them.�� The old man made a show of examining Johnny�s shorts.� �Tell me, you little bastard, who do you want me to call first, your parents or the police?�

�The police?�

�Yes, for trespassing, breaking and entering, vandalism, public nudity and performing lewd acts publicly.� You�re gonna get ten years in jail, boy!�

�Ten years!� Oh, please mister!� I didn�t do anything!� Honest!�

�Then what in the hell are you doing in my backyard, naked and abusing yourself?�

�I, I found a hole in the fence and crawled through.� Then I��

�You say that there�s a hole in the fence?� the old man interrupted.

�Yes, sir!� It�s over there� behind those bushes.�

�You stay put, right where you are.� Don�t make a move or I�ll shoot your ass.�� He didn�t want to go to jail, get shot, or even worse, having his parents find out about all, this,� so� Johnny stayed put just as he was told while the old man went to investigate.��

The old guy rooted around looking through the bushes until he found the spot that Johnny had revealed to him.� A moment later he was back, standing above the naked boy.

�Stand up.�� Turn around� slowly.�� Well, I got a pretty good look at him a few days ago and you�re much too short to be him. Besides, it was black kid.� A black kid with his god damned pants hanging off his ass.�� The old man laughed adding, �Stupid little shit, had to hold his pants up to run.� I almost had him as he jumped upon those trash cans and went over the fence over there.� Grabbed him by the seat of his pants, but he wiggled out of them and ran off in his underwear!�

�Hmmmm, now what should I do with you?� You�re not a thief; at least I don�t have any evidence of that.� You might be a vandal though.� One thing is certain, you�re a naughty little boy.� You like being naked?� Johnny was still scared of what the old man was going to do with him, and remained silent. �What�s your name boy?�

�Uh, Johnny,� he replied in a low voice.

�Johnny what?�

�Johnny Doyle.�

�Well, Johnny, should we tell your parents about all this?�

�Oh, please no!� My dad would kill me!� My mom would kill me too.�

�Maybe once, but I don�t think they�ll kill you twice,� chuckled the old man whose demeanor was not nearly as frightening as before. �Where do you live?�

�Uh, two blocks over there,� Johnny answered pointing in the general direction of his neighborhood.

�They let you run wild all day?�

�They�re both at work.�

�When do they get home?�

�Around six.�

�Six? Okay, we wait until six and then we�ll go have a little talk with them.�

�Oh, please mister!� Don�t tell them!� the boy pleaded in desperation.� �I�ll do anything you want me to do!�

�Well, I could use some help around here.� Tell you what, Johnny, you work for me the rest of the day, do a good job and please me.� You do that and we�ll just keep this entire episode between the two of us.� No need to trouble your folks.� Deal?�

�Deal!� Johnny replied with great relief.�

With a broad friendly smile the old man rubbed his hand in Johnny�s hair and exclaimed, �Good boy!� Now come along and let�s get started.�� The old man shoved his pistol into his pocket and walked away with Johnny following close behind.

�Uh, mister?�� Mister?�

�What is, lad?�

�Uh, can I have my clothes back?�

The old man stopped.� He looked at the boy�s shorts he still held in his hands and looked down at naked boy. He smiled and stuffed the shorts into his pocket.� �Finder�s keepers.� Does that answer your question?� Besides, I think you enjoy running around bare assed naked.� So today, you can do just that.� Yeah, I like the idea of having a naked garden boy.� It�s sort of like Tiberius and the Isle of Capri.� You will be my little wood nymph today and I�ll be the Emperor.��

Johnny didn�t have a clue as to who Tiberius was or have any knowledge of the depraved randy orgies that took place on the Isle of Capri. Had he known, he would have been happier than he was now.� As it was, he was excited about the prospect of running around in the buff all day.�

The old man led him to a stretch of flower beds.� �Okay, Johnny, your first task will be to weed this flower bed.� Just find all the weeds that look like this or this, but don�t pull up anything that looks like this or that.� You get busy and I�ll be back in little while to see how you are doing.���

Johnny got down on his hands and knees and began the task.� He wasn�t too happy about pulling weeds, but thought it best if he didn�t make a fuss about it and cause the old man to change his mind about their deal.� As he worked, he would occasionally glance back, over his shoulder or between his legs at the old man, sitting a few feet away, in the shade and sipping a cold drink as he watched the nude boy working.�

Of course Johnny wasn�t aware that the old man wasn�t at all interested in the work being done, after all, the Mexican gardener could do that.� What he was interested in was the boy�s bare rump.� As he sat and enjoyed the view, he was plotting what he would soon do with that inviting little ass.

It was about noon.� The sun was beating down on Johnny�s back.� The boy was getting hot and he was getting thirsty as well as hungry.� Glancing between his legs, he noticed the old man had disappeared.� Johnny sat up and looked around.� The old man was nowhere in sight.� Without direct supervision, Johnny immediately stopped what he was doing.� Then he heard a screen door slam.� Johnny caught a glimpse of the old man headed back his way.� With lightening speed, Johnny was back on his hands and knees, pulling at the seemingly endless supply of weeds.� A few moments later, the old man spoke.

�Come here, Johnny,� said the old man from his shaded chair.� Johnny dutifully got up and went to his new �friend�.� As Johnny stood before him, the old man brushed the grass from the boy�s knees and then instructed, �Turn around, boy.�� Johnny turned, presenting his backside to the man. �I don�t want you to get burned,� the man said.� Johnny jumped at the sudden shock of cold cream on his sweating back. �Now, be still� There, that feels better, doesn�t it?� he said as he began rubbing the sun block into Johnny�s bare shoulders.

It did feel good and Johnny relaxed as the sure, firm hands slathered his back and worked the lotion into his young tanned skin.� Steadily the hands worked down the back until they were gliding over the globes of the young boy�s buttocks.� �You like that?� asked the old man as he massaged the boy�s rump.�

Johnny nodded that he did like it and as soon as he did, a slippery hand slid deep between his ass cheeks.� �You like that too?� asked the old man again.�

Again Johnny nodded his approval.� Then Johnny felt the rubbing over his asshole.� Suddenly a finger was inside his rectum.� It went in easily and went in deep.� �You like that?� the old man asked.� Johnny did indeed like it and nodded his answer.�

�You�ve done this sort of thing before, haven�t you?� asked the old man as he began to finger fuck the young boy.� Johnny nodded his answer.� �I thought so,� said the old man in a husky voice adding, �I think you�ve done enough yard work for today,� the old man added as he buried his finger as deep as possible and practically lifted Johnny off the ground.� �How about if we do something that is a lot more fun?�� Johnny danced on his tiptoes as the probing digit wiggled deep into his rectum.

Abruptly the pleasuring finger was withdrawn from his ass and Johnny was spun around to face the old man.� �You�re a naughty little boy, Johnny and I�m a dirty old man.� You�re going to get fucked in the ass, boy.� Would you like that?� Johnny nodded that he did want to be fucked.

�Well, glory be� I�ve really struck the jack pot today,� the man said as his hands grasped boy�s bare hips. �You�re a willing little boy slut, aren�t you?�� Johnny didn�t really know what the word slut meant, only that his father said that to his mother sometimes at night when they thought that he was asleep.

�What�s a slut?� the boy asked sincerely.

�You�re a slut, and that�s all you really need to know,� replied the man just before his mustached lips surrounded Johnny�s dick.� Letting the boy cock slip from his lips, he added, �And you�re a fuck toy.� My own little wood nymph fuck toy.�� He said no more as his full attention was on the prize he had secured; a prize he intended to enjoy day after day.���

The old man stood and unbuckled his belt.� Soon he was stepping out of his trousers.� Johnny was quick to help relieve the old man of his boxer shorts and with an eagerness that surprised the old man, Johnny�s mouth surrounded his uncut glans and took several inches of his stiff cock into his mouth.�� �Holy fuck, boy!� You�re an eager one, aren�t you? Yeah, just like that you little faggot...� Damn, you really know how to suck a man�s dick!�

Johnny happily sucked and slobbered all over the old man�s dick and balls.� He needed no encouragement, no instructions.� He knew what to do and he was happy to be doing it.� All too soon for Johnny, he felt the old cock swell and then begin to throb as his mouth was flooded with cum.� The old man really didn�t ejaculate very much, so Johnny had no problem with coping with it as he continued to blow the old man.�

The old man�s dick softened in the boy�s mouth.� To his surprise the kid didn�t stop sucking his dick even though it was limp and useless.

Johnny expected the old man to push him away from his hypersensitive cock, but he didn�t.� Instead, he let the boy continue to suck and swirl his flaccid member around his mouth with his tongue.� Still the old man was breathless and felt weak. His knees began to buckle.� Soon he was sprawled out in the soft grass with Johnny�s mouth attached to his dick like a parasitic lamprey on a large fish.

With the old man on the ground, Johnny swung over him in a 69, hoping to have his cock sucked too.� But the old man was much, much taller than the boy, presenting the old fart with a great close up view of the young boy�s butt.� Johnny felt his ass cheeks being pried apart and felt the hot breath on his exposed asshole.�

With the tips of his thumbs, the old man spread open the boy�s rubbery yielding asshole. Lifting his head, the old man stuck out his tongue and stabbed into the open hole. The boy gasped at the first searing contact between wet tongue and sensitive anal ring and wanting more, scooted back a little so that the man didn�t have to stain his neck so much to eat him out.� Both Johnny and the old pervert groaned in pleasure, and both very happy with the situation.

By and by, the old man�s tongue grew tired and his cock grew hard.� He rolled them both over and grabbing the sun block cream, smeared a big glob over and into Johnny�s asshole and coated his now ready cock.� Grasping the boy�s legs and holding them up and apart, the old man moved into the slot and with practiced skill, skewered his target on the first try.� Johnny moaned in pleasure as his well toned anal ring elastically yielded to the cock and welcomed the old man�s entry by caressing his turgid shaft as it slid into the boy�s rectum. The nine year old felt every ripple of the old man�s cock veins as they slid past the nerve endings of his young anus until he was sunk deep up in the tightness of Johnny�s quivering bowels.

Once the cock began to move inside Johnny, the boy�s anus pulsed, tightening noticeably before it relaxed even further, suddenly loose and soft, and very squelchy. The old man recognized the total surrender of Johnny�s sphincter and he began powerful, relentless strokes of his tool into his new whore boy.� Johnny cooed, loving the feeling of this fullness, loving the relentless piston action within his willing cylinder.� It was so good, so good and the butt-boy cried out as the powerful thrusts created a wave of ecstasy along the dozens of nerve endings and causing his dirty toes to curl.

All too soon for the insatiable boy, the old man hollered his pleasure and Johnny felt the large dick swell, then explode, spewing hot streams of semen deep inside his young bowels.� Even as quick as it all was, it was the best feeling Johnny had had in the weeks of forced abstinence.�

After cumming twice, the old man was finished for the day, and no amount of sucking would revive his sleeping peter.� Still the old man enjoyed watching the boy running about and playing naked in his yard.�

�Will you be back tomorrow?� the old man asked later that afternoon as Johnny pulled on his shorts to go home.

�Can I?� came the enthusiastic reply.

�You most certainly can, my boy.� Now when you come in tomorrow, come through the hole in the fence and then leave your clothes in the bushes.� You will be my little wood nymph.� Yes, I like that idea.�

�I know you were a little disappointed that I couldn�t get up again, but tomorrow my gardener, Pedro, will be here.� He�ll have his nephew with him as his helper.� I�m sure you two boys will get along just fine.� You�ll be happy to know that Pedro has a big dick that never seems to sleep.� And I know he�ll be happy having a white boy to play with for a change.�

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