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Subject: Johhny and the house on Block 32- Chapter 1 JOHNNY AND THE HOUSE ON BLOCK 32 DISCLAIMER None of the characters or locations are real or based on real places or people. Thanks for reading this far. Caution that this story will involve gay sex scenes (though if you’ve gotten this far, that was probably apparent), as well as scenes between adults & teens. Naturally, if you are uncomfortable with this, it’s best you don’t read further. Also, this is a fictional world, and therefore STI’s just don’t exist. Please be sure to protect yourself and be careful when engaging in actual sexual activities, and sadly such things do exist in our world. Nifty is a pretty rad site, so why not give a donation if you can. The site is free to use, so they rely on donations. http://donate./donate.html blade Thank you so much to all the people sending through e-mails with praise, criticism, feedback, questions, and suggestions. I welcome all of those and will aim to reply as swiftly as possible. NOTE: This is a follow up from another story: Johnny and the fty//gay/young-friends/johnny-and-the-babysitter/) CHAPTER ONE It had been a year since my few days with Robbie. I was 10 by now and life had more or less gone back to normal. Of course, I had a new lusting desire to get fucked again but had not yet been given another chance at it. That would soon change, however… Another day of school had passed and initially started off just as normal. Classes were there usual mundane, continuous cycles of a teacher droning on, hunching over tedious worksheets and then a monotonous siren ringing, meaning we were about to restart the cycle again…and again. My last class of the day was PE. I’ll give credit, sport was much less boring than my other subjects. It was nice to get out into the sun and have an excuse to run around. Sport finished and since it had been a particularly energetic session, I took a shower. However, when I finished my shower and had dried off, I went to grab my clothes. My shoes were missing. Thankfully my actual clothes were still on the floor, but someone had nicked my shoes from under the stall while I wasn’t looking. I left the stall and tried to find my shoes. Only one other student was still in the changing room- I didn’t know his name, he wasn’t more than a vague acquaintance. “You haven’t seen a pair of shoes around have you?” I asked him as he started walking past me. “Sorry dude, I haven’t seen any” he replied, not really paying too much attention as he walked past, clearly keen to get out of the school grounds as quickly as he could. Well, shit. My socks were still here, but I wasn’t walking out in just socks. I guess I was going to have to walk home barefoot. Why would they have taken my shoes? They’re not even pursaklar escort worth anything- I think they were from K-Mart. Probably just as a stupid prank. Whatever. I left the school grounds and began walking home, taking the usual route. The rocks along the side were painful to walk on, so I stuck to the road as much as I could. I past a few people, but no one appeared to bat an eyelid. It did feel strangely freeing. Likes shoes were some kind of prison cell. I wonder what it was like to walk nude outdoors. That must be the ultimate freedom… It was about half way home where things took a strange turn. I was on Turner Road, passing House 32. I had past this block many times before. It was a nice house on a very quiet no-through road. The road stopped a few houses down, where a nature path eventually met with a busier road. After this, I would usually take a couple more turns and I’d be at my home. The house was owned by some man named Antony. He very often would be sitting on a lawn chair facing the road. Not sure what interesting sights he would get other than the very ocassional car. His house had no front fence as he didn’t own pets, though the sides contained fencing, where the boundary of his property was. He was reasonably old and seemed friendly. When he was outside, he would often wave at me as I passed. I would wave back, more out of politeness than anything else, but I’d never spoken to him. I only knew his name as it was on his letterbox along with another name, which I assume belonged to his wife. He was out as usual. I waved first this time, assuming he’d just wave back as usual. He seemed to hesitate this time though, his head tilting with a puzzled expression on his face. Maybe he had memory problems? He then got out and began walking over. I wasn’t afraid or anything, but also felt puzzled by this out of character action. “Did I speak to you on e-mail?” he asked with a confused frown. What? What was he on about? I assumed he mistook me for someone else. “I…I don’t believe so…” He looked down at my feet, “You don’t normally…” “Oh, yeah, my shoes were stolen” “Stolen?” “Yeah, I know it sounds weird. I suspect it was someone playing a prank. I’m sure I’ll get to school tomorrow and they’ll show up on the school roof or something” “Oh. Well, I have a spare pair if you like? You’re a Size 6 I assume?” “Um…yes” I replied. How on earth did he know that? “Any reason you have spare kid’s shoes lying around?” I asked “I have a grandson. I bought them for him. Haven’t had the chance to give them to him” Seemed unusual still, but hey, it was a nice gesture, I guess. “Here, why don’t you come in” “Sure” I walked into his house. Damn, it really was a nice house. rize escort Even grander inside, each room was incredibly spacious. “I feel bad that my feet are dirtying your floor” I said “Ah, don’t feel bad” he assured me. “Who is it that you’ve been emailing” I asked “Did you want a drink?” he asked “You changed the subject rather quickly” I added. Something was clearly up. “It…it’s nothing” he said, looking rather stressed, like he’d told me more than he should have. I noticed an album on the lounge, open at a page with a boy, a little older than me. The boy was naked. Nothing sexual, but there was some definite sensuality to them… they were not the type of photos you would normally have of a grandchild, unless… “So, this is your grandson” I enquired. Antony froze. Clearly he did not mean to leave that out. At least, not for me to notice. “He seems pretty cute…oh” I flicked to the next page- things got very steamy very quickly. The young boy was looking up to the camera from below, somehow managing to look incredibly innocent, despite the fact he was sucking on an enormous cock. “That will do” he snatched the album, sounding quite mad. “It’s okay” I assured him with a smile, “I’m…not judging. I’m not exactly that innocent myself” “You’re not a virgin” I shook my head, “I first got fucked last year. When I was nine” Antony eyed my slim body with a lustful grin, “Oh really?” “Yeah. Haven’t had the chance to do much more since” “Well, you’re always welcome here” he told me, “you are fucking gorgeous” I giggled, “So tell me about the email” He sighed, “Well, I have…a few boys I’m in contact with. I’ve met with some, but not all. I didn’t think I had organised anything, which is why I was confused when you arrived. It’s a massive coincidence, but I generally ask the boys to walk past, usually around this time, without their shoes. It gives me an obvious signal without calling out too much attention. Plus, there’s something kind of hot about boys just running around and walking around so freely without the constraint of shoes. Without clothes is even better of course…” “Probably would create a bit more attention though” I finished “Too right” I walked over to the man, who had a seedy look on his face. We then kissed with such passion. My body felt a way it hadn’t felt since the day when my babysitter had fucked me. Antony started kissing me all over my body and stripping away my clothes with a raging passion. Once we were both free of clothing, we continued our passionate kisses, tongues waving and spit flying. “Bend over” I Got onto the coffee table on my hands and knees as Antony started to eat me out. “Oh fuck” I moaned as I felt the perv’s tongue wiggling around my anus, wetting it ankara rus escort in preparation for his cock. “Mmmm…you like that don’t you boy” “Oh yes, give it to me daddy” I said. I had watched some porn during the quiet period that I wasn’t getting action. I still had yet to find more…illegal porn at this point, but had watched plenty of daddy-son videos where I pretended I was the one getting fucked by these hairy, old men. Antony chuckled as he moved his mouth away from my asshole, switching out for his dick, which slid in. It took a little adjusting, since I hadn’t gotten the chance to use it properly in a while but the pleasure I was feeling was so intense that it drowned out any pain I would otherwise be feeling. Antony moaned and groaned as he thrust in and out of my boy-hole, his cock stretching my ass past its limits- Antony’s cock was larger than Robbie’s- clearly getting some amazing sensations as the walls of my anus squeezed his cock. I had yet to top at this point- it was a while before I’d get THAT opportunity- but could imagine that my underage ass was the premium in asses. Fucking someone my age… it must have felt so nice against his large penis. It didn’t take too long for Antony to orgasm, filling me up with his cum. “Not bad boy” he groaned as he breathed heavily, exhausted from his violent release. “You’re certainly always welcome here. I believe I have another boy here any moment…in fact I think that may be him now! Did you want to join us. Might even be able to get you to boygasm!” “I’d like to but I really need to get back” I said, “Mum wil get suspicious otherwise” “Very good point” I started getting dressed as Antony went out, inviting a new boy in. The boy was older than I, probably 13 or so, and holy fuck was he gorgeous. I really did want to stay to fuck this guy but I knew I had to resist. For now, at least. “Hi” I said to the boy as I got dressed. “Hi” the boy replied back as he removed his shirt. He had a pretty well-toned body. Definitely wank material for later. “Anyway, I’ll see you later” I said to Antony. “There’s a police car driving around” the boy alerted me, “I’d suggest to go out the back. The walk track at the back of the property leads onto the main road” “Thanks” I replied. I snuck out the back. The grass was prickly against my feet. The shoes! I just realised I completely forgot. Did he even have the shoes? Or was it just bait? Weird way to bait someone if it was… mind you, it did work. Anyway, I made it home quite late. Fortunately, not enough to raise any alarms. Mother was busy reading and didn’t glance up from her book. As a result, she failed to do notice by bare and dirty feet. I had another pair of shoes- hopefully those ones didn’t go missing… (Spoiler: they don’t). I closed my door, the sight of that shirtless boy entered my head. I jerked myself off until I orgasmed. At ten, I was still yet to actually come but I certainly was started to get a real sex drive. I was going to be incredibly horny once I hit full own puberty.