So he has come in to see me straight after school because his mum and dad are out late.
His name is David and he is thirteen years old.
He takes off his school blazer before he comes down to my bedroom. He wears a white school shirt, red tie, black trousers and shoes.
David has jet black hair, brown eyes, a smooth tanned complexion - he is one-quarter Asian.
He asks me what we are doing today and I say we will try some spanking. He is completely trusting.
I sit on the side of the double bed, roughly halfway along. He kicks off his shoes and climbs over my lap face down so his arse is exactly over my thighs. I go solidly rock hard. Instantly.
I look down at his beautifully contoured arse, so clearly defined even within his school trousers. His arse is so firmly convex that it presses his underpants up tightly into the fabric of his trouser seat, so I can see the elastic leg bands of his Y-fronts in sharp relief.
I feel a great sense of peace and contentment. I stroke his back over his shirt and he shifts a little, comfortably, on my thighs, letting go the tensions of his day.
I move my hand down and onto the seat of his pants. He sighs happily and I feel a bulge pressing against my thigh. He widens his legs a little and my fingers creep between them, pressing firmly against his perineum, then softly stroking the back of his scrotum. The bulge pressing against my thighs becomes more urgent. He reaches beneath himself to make an adjustment.
I move my hand down onto the inner surfaces of his thighs, stroking up and down from knees to ball bag and sometimes squeezing the backs of his thighs nearest the base of his buttocks.
I pat his arse, so gently, several times, then gradually move from patting to spanking, never too hard, but enough on the last spank to sting. He says "Ouch!" and I stop and stroke his arse firmly, almost cruelly. Finally, I return to lighter and lighter strokes which eventually move off his arse and run up and down his spine. He shivers with pleasure.
I pull his shirt out of the back of his pants, catching a glimpse of the waistband of his white Y's. I fold the shirt back to reveal his upper bareness.
His back is so firm, so brown, so smooth, so young. I lean forward and kiss it. Then I lick the line of his spine and put my mouth under the top of his shirt to kiss his shoulders. He wriggles on my thighs and humps into them with his hardness.
I ask him to sit on my knees for a moment. He sits sideways, his legs dangling down. I have my arm around him. He snuggles into my breast. I untie his tie with one hand and pull it from his collar. I run my hand down the front of his shirt and onto the front of his trousers feeling the length of his _c_o_c_k_, which points straight up the line of his fly, almost to his belt. I tweak his _c_o_c_k_head and his thighs squeeze together in pleasure whilst his arm tightens round my waist. I kiss his ear and lick his lips. He kisses me back.
I pull the front of his shirt out of his trousers and unbutton it. I spread the shirt wide and look at his firm, lean, boyish chest. I gently finger his tits and squeeze them when they go hard. I kiss the side of his tits and inhale the sweet sweat of his armpits. I ease his shirt off his shoulders and drop it on the floor.
My spare hand (the other cuddles his hot flesh) undoes his belt, his top snap, his zipper. A panty-covered, damp-topped bulge escapes its confinement and tents forward in his underpants. I stroke the wetness and lick my finger.
I bid him lift his bum and pull down his trousers. He lifts each foot in turn and I remove first his grey school socks and then his trousers. He is sitting on my knee just in his white underpants.
He turns to me and places his young hands up under my T-shirt, riding up to my breasts. He kisses me long and full on the lips as I stroke the front of his underpants. He takes off my T-shirt. Hot bare chest against hot bare chest.
He slips my belt undone, undoes my snap, unzips my fly, stands momentarily to let me shuffle down my jeans, pulls them off my feet, resumes his seat, Y-fronts sitting on boxer shorts, bare legs over bare legs.
I have him move back to lie over my thighs and allow my hands free expression over his back, legs, and underpants. Then I rove down beneath the waistband of his Y-fronts and feel the hot buttocks beneath. I tickle him once more between his legs. His toes curl with pleasure.
I smack the seat of his underpants, not as hard as I could, but quite firmly. He rubs his dick into my shorts and onto my dick. I give him a fusillade of spanks. He writhes ecstatically; I writhe ecstatically back; a communion of cotton-covered _c_o_c_k_s.
I turn him round again and have him lie on his back across my knees. I slowly lift and fold down his pants waistband so its just below his balls, pressing them upward. There is just the beginning of some pubic hair. I slide a finger up the under-surface of his circumcised _c_o_c_k_ and rub it gently over his _c_o_c_k_ slit, slick with precum.
I grasp his pants between his legs and pull them down his thighs. He lifts his legs and we take them right off. He is naked on my lap. I have him stand in front of me. I stand. He pulls down my shorts. I kick them off. We take it in turns to rub each other's dick with our own dicks.
I sit. He lies on his front across my thighs, his _c_o_c_k_ pressing into my scrotum. I stroke his bare arse and between his legs, feeling his balls.
I ask him to kneel on the bed over my thighs, his legs a little spread, his head down in his arms, his arse up in the air. I spank his bare arse until it is light red and he is complaining.
"There, there!" I say. "Daddy will soon make you feel better."
I can see his arse-hole, virgin territory - we have only wanked or sucked before. I run my finger down the base of his spine, across his arsehole, onto his balls, then reverse the direction. He makes no sound. I kiss his arse. I lick his arse. I lick his arse crack. I let my tongue slide across his anus. Far from resisting, he flares his buttocks, pushing his arse out and up. Placing one hand on his _c_o_c_k_, I put my face deeply into his cleft and start some probing tongue strokes.
He moans, he actually moans with pleasure.
"You disgusting little boy," I say, taking a rest for a moment.
"Who's the disgusting one?" he says. I smack him hard four more times, before starting to tongue his arsehole some more.
I reach beneath my bed and bring out some lube. I lubricate my finger and press against his hot wet hole. He gives easily and I am inside, exploring, tickling, sliding up and down. Withdrawing my finger, I take out a thin vibrator and lubricate it. I press it into him. It slides in after a moment's resistance. I get him used to it, moving it up and down his slimy little shute. I switch it on and he collapses across my knees, yelling with excitement and pleasure.
Still wanking his arsehole with the vibrator, I spank him too.
He comes in floods onto my dick, which comes in torrents back onto him.
I switch off the vibrator and gently withdraw it. We take it in turns to lick each other clean.
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