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(M/m-teen, ped, voy) *** Chapter 3: Two boys in the Woods Thanks again for my many and positive reviews. I am really grateful for the feedback and encouragement. Can I just say before going any further that donations to Kristen help writers like me to find a forum for this type of work. If you have a couple of spare dollars/pounds, consider making a small donation. Every little bit helps! This episode is the one I warned was out of sync to the others. Mainly because that's the way my mind works, going from subject to subject (butterfly brain, my teachers called it) but I hope it proves equally stimulating for anyone who reads it! OK, so this all happened last year. I was made redundant a couple of years ago, from a quite high paying job, so had to find another job quickly. The job I did find was pretty awful, manual, hard and monotonous, but, hey, it paid the mortgage. Happily the job and that monotony, is in the past, but on this particular day, which was sunny and warm, I decided to take my lunch to a nearby park. The park is on the edge of town, next to the industrial estate I was working on. So a couple of minutes walking got me to a bench on the very edge of the grass, overlooking a small play area below me in a dip in the ground. I munched my sandwiches and daydreamed as usual. I noticed two lads sitting on the small swings across the park, They were larking about, as boys do. I guessed they were between 13 and 14, just staring to shoot up in that gangly adolescent way. One reminded me of my old friend and tutor, Robin (see earlier Rec stories) the other was taller, dark haired, with an olive complexion, possibly some oriental blood I guessed. That would have been that, but the play got rowdier, and they began to play wrestle on the rubber matting surrounding the play equipment. I watched them grabbing at each other, and noticed that the smaller, possibly younger boy was watching me between goosing bouts. They were laughing loudly, but I also noticed that the grabbing and holding was getting closer and closer to the crotch areas of both boys. Suddenly my sandwiches started to taste a bit dry... The sideways glances and crafty squeezes got more obvious, and I locked eyes with the younger lad. Realizing I was very vulnerable as an adult watching two under-age boys feeling each other up, I looked around the park, but mercifully it was still deserted apart from the wrestlers and myself. I could feel a definite swelling in my trousers, but was acutely conscious of how it would look if I approached them. No, maybe best to play the voyeur from a distance, I thought. I thought they would probably get tired of teasing this old guy soon, and disappear, so I stayed where I was. But if anything the grabbing got more and more overt, until it wasn't grabbing at all, but definite sexual squeezing of each other's crotches. Even at 20 yards distance, I could see that both boys had tents in their jeans. My mouth got even drier, and I wished for things to develop further, whilst hoping I would be allowed to watch events unfold. The older, dark haired boy whispered something in the other kid's ear, and they both laughed at a private joke. I saw that the younger kid now had his friend's erection in his fist, through the denim material, and was definitely stroking now. My own cock was hard as a nail, and throbbing hard in my trousers. Just then, they both stood up and started to walk away. My heart sank, although I was a little bit relieved that they hadn't approached me. With the current mania in the press about so called 'pedo's' I wasn't keen to get caught here in the open, ogling two adolescent gropers. (By the way, is it just me, or does anyone else see the hypocrisy of the media here? Kids are sexualized daily by the press, articles are written by 'agony aunts' on subjects like How to fellate your boyfriend, and sex is on the agenda 24/7, but anyone who looks sideways at an attractive girl or boy is labeled a pervert immediately. Quite apart from the fact that pedophiles are people who lust after pre-teen kids, not adolescents!) Anyway, as they began to walk away I resigned myself to getting off in the privacy of my own home later, memories of those two fresh and vivid. But as they walked away, I noticed they were headed for a wooded area at the far side of the park. I knew from driving down the adjacent road that the wooded area was quite large and overgrown. It led nowhere apart from a deserted and abandoned industrial area near a flyover. But even with that knowledge, I would have almost certainly walked away myself then, back to my hated job. Except both boys turned round as they got to the trees and looked straight at me. The older boy just smiled a secret smile and turned into the undergrowth, but the younger lad lifted his arm and signaled to me with unmistakable clarity. His signal was a crooked finger, which is the universal follow me sign. I gulped nervously and took one last look around the park. Still deserted... I stood shakily, not quite sure whether this was a good idea. OK, it wouldn't be overlooked, but I was determined that no physical contact was going to happen. No sir, I don't want to be appearing in court charged with assaulting a minor, however willing that minor was. But I could look, couldn't I... well couldn't I? I shuffled after them, conscious that my own hard on was hard to disguise if some young mum with a pram load of infants crossed my line of escape. None did however, and soon I was dipping my head and weaving through trees` and shrubs in the sudden coolness of the woods. I could hear the boys ahead of me, sniggers and whispers indicating they knew I had followed. I had one last moment of self-doubt. Were they leading me on, not just teasing, but into some kind of adolescent trap? I almost turned back, but then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being drawn down, and I'm afraid a hard cock has no conscience... As I got to the small clearing ahead I could see they had definitely started without me. The older boy was leaning against a young tree with his head back and eyes shut. The other boy was kneeling in front of him in the classic cock suckers pose. In his right hand was the sturdy, dark skinned erection of his friend. My eyes zoomed in on it straight away. It wasn't big, but it was certainly excited. I looked down to see that the fair haired boy was holding his own dick in the other hand. Wow, I thought, this is certainly not the first time this little tableau has happened. Just then the kneeling boy looked at me and smiled cheekily. He then looked up at his friend and down again at the erection in his hand. His smile faded and, mouth open, he leaned forward and took the other boys cock in his mouth. I thought my cock would burst, it was so hard. I didn't dare to go too much closer, so I shuffled to within about 4 feet of them. I just had to relieve myself. The juvenile cock sucker was building up a steady rhythm. The slurping sounds and muted groans from his friend were turning me on big time. I guessed this wouldn't take long I was right. He speeded up, and I struggled to unzip my trousers, with my hard on catching in my shorts as I tried to free it. I heard the dark haired boy hiss a warning, and the kneeling kid pulled back from the cock he was sucking. No Robin then, I thought, not a swallower. Shame. I managed to get my cock free, and just in time. The older boys cock jerked upwards, and a jet of white liquid shot across the kneeling kids shoulder. He held it away from him as it continued to pulse smaller shots of cum into the grass. His fist continued to milk the pulsing cock. As I stroked my own cock, both sets of eyes turned to me. The older boy was breathing hard and looked me in the eyes. But the other kid was still jerking at his own slim dick, frantically trying to get off. His eyes were locked onto my cock. Probably bigger than he was used to seeing, although I've always thought of my 7” as average. I couldn't help myself. I shuffled two, then three steps closer, until his eyes widened in something close to fear. I guess he thought I was going to make him finish me off. But no, all I wanted was to make my cum mix with his friends in the grass. With a groan of my own, which made them both start, I came. A long jet of cum shot across the gap between us. I swear I didn't mean to, but one string of pearly cum flicked across his shirt, like a decorative piece of embroidery. He looked down at it in surprise, but just then the sensory overload hit him, and he came with a loud squeak reminiscent of my boy lover of 40 years ago. Three lots of cum now graced the green turf under our feet. As always with these things, guilt and fear of discovery lead to rapid departures. The boys looked at each other and zipped up quickly. I did too, almost catching my balls in the zip. We turned away, and left in separate directions. I spent the next few weeks fearing a knock at my door, but none came. Obviously they had filed the experience away under 'things to remember when we're older' The only epilogue is that a few weeks later, I saw the younger lad, whilst out shopping with my wife. I froze in fear as he passed us outside Tesco's, but I shouldn't have worried. As I looked at him, and mercifully, as my wife looked at some tomatoes on the market stall in the street, he winked at me. Yes, winked. I grinned back. What else could I do? I took one last glance at that girlish mouth, remembering how those pink lips had recently been stretched over an erect cock, and filed away the memory. OK, next posting will be the first time I enjoyed the heaven called 69. The return, and sadly the departure of Robin, my juvenile tutor. *** Comments welcome. Email me on nic27552@yahoo.co.uk I normally reply to any positive reviews. What have you got to lose! *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 73