Title: Tennis Boy Author: AWH Summary: Helping a tennis boy Keywords: Mb cons pedophilia ped mast oral preteen yng gay First published: 13 August 2015
Authors notes
Just a short story. I don't have the time or energy for the longer deeper stories at the moment. I hope someone will enjoy this tiny one anyway.
Chapter 1
I play a lot of tennis.
I play in a club, where I just show up and usually there are someone to play with.
There are also some kids practice at the same time, but they don't mix with the adults except for their coaches, which I envied.
Especially one boy, was really talented, graceful and beautiful. I always had problems focusing on my game, when he was on the next court.
He had rich-kid looks and always carried the most expensive gear available. But he was really nice to the other kids. He had one of those slim athletic bodies, that only older preteen boys can have. Semi-long blond hair and big brown eyes. And always seems to have a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes.
In a couple of years, all the girls in his school would be in love with him.
One day, after their coach left, my favorite boy was playing and fooling around for fun with his friend, on the court next to me and my opponent. We were just ending our game, and I hang around being deliberately slow, to enjoy the perfect boy on the court next to me.
Just as I was about to leave, he stumbled and twisted his ankle. He screamed and started to cry.
I dropped my bag, and hurried over to the poor boy. His friend arrived at the same time as I did.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
Stupid question when he was writhing in pain and crying his eyes out. His beautiful eyes.
He looked at me, and I could see that he was scared.
"Wait here" I said. "I'll go get some ice for your ankle"
"Don't leave me" he cried.
"Oh ok" I said surprised and confused. "But you need ice on that as soon as possible"
"Micah can get it" he cried. "Please don't leave me. It hurts so much"
I had no idea why he wanted me, a stranger, to stay. I suppose he was scared, and preferred that an adult was around.
Micah looked confused too.
"Micah, run to the club room, and ask if anyone has any ice for his ankle. Quickly!" I said.
Then Micah took off.
Stupid that I didn't have one of those instant-ice for emergencies. I should always have one ready in my bag.
I knelt down, put my arm around his neck and asked if he wanted me to carry him to the bench.
He nodded. His pain had probably already lessened, because he had stopped crying, and was now only sobbing occasionally.
As I lifted him off the ground, I could feel the heat from his sweaty body, against mine. It felt wonderful.
He was surprisingly light. After the first 2 steps, he put his arms around my neck to hold on to me, as I carried him.
I looked into his eyes. He was stunning.
It was the first time I had been this close to him. He was even even more beautiful up close.
I realized I was staring and had stopped walking. But he just smiled at me.
"Ehmm... Do you feel better?" I asked him.
"Yes, I think you cured me" he replied with a little giggle.
I lowered him, but the moment his foot hit the ground, he let out a loud yell, and I quickly lifted him again.
"I don't think you're cured yet" I said.
He winced.
Then he said "You have to carry me the rest of the day"
What a wonderful idea, I thought.
I gathered myself, and walked the few yards to the bench, with the warm lovely boy in my arms.
I gently lowered him and told him to lie down. Then I lifted his foot, and placed it high on the backrest.
"Don't move it. It's will help to keep it high. I'll go get my bag" I told him.
His eyes followed me, as I walked away and returned. I arranged the thing in my bag, so it was soft in the middle, and put it under his head.
Then I sat down near his feet and started to remove the shoe and sock, as gently as possible.
The ankle was swollen. I rested it in my lap, which was still higher than the rest of his body, and more comfortable that the backrest.
Then I also removed his other shoe and sock, to make him more comfortable. And probably also because I liked his cute feet, even though they were sweaty.
"How are you doing?" I asked him.
"I'm ok now. It doesn't hurt when I lie still"
"Good sign" I said, while I stared at the still growing swelling, around his ankle. We could use that ice now.
I put my hands on his foot, and without thinking started to slowly rub and massage it.
I don't know why, but I think in my mind that it was supposed to calm him down and make him more comfortable.
It seemed it worked, because he let out a small sigh and closed his eyes.
Encouraged I focused more on my massage, while we talked.
I even massaged his cute little toes, while we waited and talked.
A few times he giggled a bit, obviously feeling slightly ticklish, but he didn't complain or ask me to stop. Rather the opposite. With his body language and little sighs now and then, he let me know that he liked it.
"When are your parents picking you up?" I asked.
"They're not. I'm on my bike"
"Can you ride it?"
He moved his foot testingly and immediately winced in pain.
"No way" he said.
"Do you want me to call your folks?" I suggested.
"No, they always work late. They have really important jobs, and get mad if I disturb them"
"But, this is an emergency" I protested. "Surely, they will want to help you"
"No please. I'll call a taxi or something. And pick up my bike tomorrow"
"You won't be riding your bike tomorrow either, I'm afraid" I said.
"Whatever. Doesn't really matter"
Chapter 2
Finally Micah returned with the ice-bag.
"What took you so long?" the boy asked accusingly.
"I'm really sorry, Simon" Micah replied. "But nobody had any ice. But one of them had one in his car, but it was parked a bit far away. But I ran all I could."
"Ok, thank you Micah" Simon replied gratefully.
So Simon it was. I always liked that name.
I put the ice-bag inside one of his socks, to prevent direct contact with the skin. Then I put it on the swelling.
"You have to keep this on your ankle for at least 10 minutes" I ordered.
"Can't you stay with me?" Simon asked. "Please?"
"Sure" I said. Happy to feel wanted by my sweet Simon.
"I have to leave soon" Micah said.
"I'm sorry, but mom said I have to be home soon. But maybe I can have her come and pick you up, if you want me to ask?"
My heart stopped. I wanted to save Simon. I knew I was being ridiculous, but that's how I felt. I wanted to be Simons hero. Not Micahs mom.
"No, it's ok" Simon replied to my relief. "I'll just lie here for a while. Mark said it is the be best for my foot. And then I'll get a ride home"
"Ok, if you're sure?" Micah said.
"Yeah, I'm sure. It's no big deal"
"Ok. See you tomorrow at school then" Micah said, obviously convinced that Simons foot was already much better.
Mark. That's my name. Simon had called me Mark.
I tried to remember if I had presented myself, but just couldn't remember having said my name to Simon. Ever.
Odd. I shrugged it off.
As soon as Micah left, I put the sock with ice-bag, into the other sock as well, to keep his skin from getting too cold.
Then I placed it back on the swelling, and began to massage his sweet feet again. Both of them.
He looked very pleased and seemed in no hurry to call his taxi. I wasn't in any hurry either. And it really would be best for his foot, to keep it high, still and cold for as lot longer than 10 minutes.
So we continued our small-talk and soon I knew everything about his school, his interests, his friends and what games he played.
Until he started to complain that his ankle hurt again.
I checked it. It was the cold. The ice had done it's job. The swelling had stopped. I moved the ice-sock away.
"Ok, you should get home and try to relax. Don't use your foot at all, if you can avoid it, ok? And in an hour or so, put it up high again, and put some ice on it. Not for as long as just now, but just to make sure, more blood doesn't add to the swelling".
"But I can't do that alone" he said and looked worried.
"No, but I'm sure your parents can help you, if you just tell them what I said".
"But they're not home"
I looked at my watch. Most people would be on their way home by now.
"When do they come home?" I asked.
"I don't know. Always late. Sometimes very late. They work a lot"
"Are you home alone all that time?" I asked surprised.
I hadn't expected the perfect boy, with the perfect looks and perfect clothes and gear, to be a neglected boy. But in some ways it seemed he was.
"Nooo.... Not always. Sometimes I go home with some friends or something" he answered. He looked slightly embarrassed.
Maybe Simon was starved for adult attention. Maybe that's why he wanted me to stay, and why he sent Micah off. Maybe he needed a friend.
My mind always did that. Wishful thinking. It was stupid, but I wanted a friend and couldn't help imagining things, when I was around a wonderful boy.
Chapter 3
"I suppose I could drive you home, and help you with the ice" I volunteered. "But only if we can call your parents, and ask if it's ok."
Simon looked happy at first, but his smile faded when I added my last comment about calling his parents.
"Awww, pleeeease? Can't we just go? They won't be home until forever, and they will never know anyway. And they get so mad when I call them at their work. Pleeease?"
"How about, I call them?" I suggested. "Then they can get mad at me, if they want to. And I can get mad right back at them, for being such lousy parents, if they really don't care, when their wonderful boy is hurt".
Simon didn't answer.
I had slipped.
I was afraid I had scared him.
"Are you ok?" I asked gently.
"Yes" he said and looked shy.
"I'm sorry. If you prefer, I can call a cab for you?" I said, trying to be understanding and helpful.
"No no, why?" he asked sounding almost as in a panic. "You can call my dad first, if you want."
"Yes, I think that would be a good idea" I said with great relief.
He hadn't noticed my slip after all. Or so I thought.
I got his fathers phone number, walked a few paces away and made the call.
It was some sort of receptionist greeting me. I put my hand over the phone, and whispered loudly to Simon "What's your father name?"
"Allen" he whispered back, just as loud.
"Last name?" I whispered back.
"Petremo"
Nice I thought. I wondered from where the name originated. Could be italian, but Simon didn't look very italian.
"Hi, can I speak to Allen Petremo?" I asked the receptionist or secretary.
"Who can I say it is?" she answered.
"Oh, he doesn't know me, but I'm with his son. He's had a minor accident"
"I'll check if he's available" she said.
I waited.
"Yes, it's Allen. What has he done now?" he asked rather rudely.
"He hasn't dont anything, except playing tennis. But he twisted his ankle, and can't ride his bike home. He needs some help tending to his foot".
"Well, I can't leave right now. Tell him to call a cab. I'll look at it when I get home".
What an ass, I thought. He didn't even ask if Simon was ok, or how bad it was.
"He will need some help, keeping his foot high and putting ice on it. He should keep it completely still the next couple of hours".
"Just tell him to get a cab, ok? I'll have my secretary make some calls, and find a nanny for him, until I get home."
"A nanny?" I asked surprised.
"Yes, someone to help him if he can't be on his own until tonight".
Simon heard me say 'nanny', and started protesting loudly.
"Let me talk to dad" he shouted.
I walked over and gave him the phone.
"Dad, I don't want a nanny. I'm ok" Simon said.
- pause -
"No, daddy. Please no nanny, ok?"
- pause -
"No dad, hang on. I'll ask the tennis guy here instead."
Simon looked pleadingly at me.
"Can you take me home, and help me with my foot? Daddy will pay you.
I nodded.
"He'll do it daddy. No need for a nanny".
- pause -
"Yes dad"
Simon handed the phone to me.
"Hi again. Thanks for helping my son. Is 50 dollars ok?"
"Sure" I said. "But you don't have to pay"
Simon looked upset, and made wild gestures. He wanted me to get paid.
"Whatever. We'll settle when I get home. I have to leave now".
Then it was settled.
I got all Simons gear, and threw it in the car. Then I opened the door and left it open, while I walked back for Simon.
Once again I was surprised how light he was to carry. I enjoyed the walk with Simon in my arms, and felt a small pang of loss, when I had to let go of him. I got the impression, that he liked to be carried, almost as much as I liked carrying him.
Yeah, I know. I'm weird.
Chapter 4
Their home was of course a really huge very nice house.
I slammed the car door with my foot, while carrying Simon, he unlocked the front door, while I was still carrying him, and I put him gently on the couch, and closed the door.
"Thirsty?" I asked as I walked to the kitchen.
I hoped they had beer in the fridge, and I wasn't going to ask. If his father thought it was rude, then we could agree to dislike each other.
"Yeah, just some cold water please" Simon yelled.
Bingo! The fridge was full of beer and soda. I grabbed a coke for Simon, and hoped he'd like it though he had asked for water.
I put the cans on the table, and put a pillow under his head. I moved to his feet and gently lifted his hurt foot up, onto the back rest.
Then I sat down, opened the cans, and handed him the coke. He looked surprised.
"I said water" he said accusingly.
"Yeah, I thought you needed something stronger, after your accident"
"Ok thanks." he mumbled, with a tiny smile. And then added "But I'm not supposed to drink soda in the evening"
"You can say that I forced you. Or you can say that I drank it. Your choice" I said casually. I really didn't care about his parents opinion.
He giggled. It sounded very cute. My attraction for him, just seemed to grow and grow for every minute we spent together.
I said "Cheers" and held my can out for him to bump it with his. Then we both drank. It was really nice with a cold beer, after practice in the hot air and all the dramatic events.
I put it on the table, let out a big burp and grabbed his foot. The one that wasn't hurting.
He giggled again. I wasn't sure if it was because of my burp, or because I had grabbed his foot, but I just smiled at him, and began massaging his foot.
Simon smiled back at me and closed his eyes, holding his cold coke can with a content look on his face.
"Mmm... You're really nice." he mumbled.
I almost slipped again and said something stupid, but I caught my tongue this time.
I moved a bit closer to him, so his foot was resting on my right thigh, while I was massaging it.
Then I slowly massaged upwardsto his slender calf.
Our conversation has stopped. We just seemed to both enjoy the moment.
After a couple of minutes or foot rub, Simon lifted his hurt foot off the back rest, sent me a cute smile, as he lifted it over my head and put it in my lap.
The message was clear, and I hesitantly started to massage it.
"Tell me if it hurts ok?" I said and pressed a little bit harder.
"It feels really good" he just said.
I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help staring at the short distance between his cute soft foot and my cock.
As soon as I became aware of how close it was, I could feel my cock starting to grow. I tried to focus entirely on his foot again, but the thought wouldn't go away.
I stared at his cute toes and his slender foot as I rubbed it. And then my eyes wandered to my nearby cock. It was semi-hard.
I looked up his smooth bare slender legs and stared at his crotch. I could look up his shorts, and see the edge of his underwear.
I realized that I was staring, and abruptly moved my gaze to his face to check if he had caught me.
He was looking straight at me. Smiling.
Chapter 5
"Why did you say that I was wonderful earlier?" Simon asked me, with a smirk on his face.
I panicked. "Did I say that?" I was trying to buy some time while I was struggling to find an excuse.
He nodded and smiled again.
"I suppose I felt sorry for you. I mean your parents never being home with you". Was that disappointment on his face?
He moved his right leg a bit further towards my knee, slightly spreading his legs.
I tried not to, but my eyes had a mind of their own and again fixed on your now even more exposed crotch.
It felt like he was teasing me.
He wriggled his body a little, and adjusted his position to lie lower on the couch. Then he put his right foot straight in my crotch, and said "Rub this one again, please".
He was deliberately pushing it into my cock. I was almost sure of that.
My mind was exploding with all kinds of thoughts. But most of all I was terrified.
I grabbed his foot, moved it a bit lower so it wasn't touching my cock and started to rub it, pretending nothing had happened.
Even though his foot had only pressed on my cock for a few seconds, my cock continued to grow bigger and harder until it was fully erect.
There was nothing I could do to hide it in the position, so I just hoped beyond reason, that he wouldn't notice.
"Can you massage my thighs as well, please?" Simon asked.
I knew he knew, but I still kept up the pretend, as I had all my life, because I wasn't sure what he wanted. Maybe he was just toying with me, trying to get me to confess, then tell everybody.
I lifted his legs, and move closer to him. Then I put my hands around one of his thighs and started massaging it.
He put his foot right on my cock again, and this time I was hard as a rock.
I gave up. I let him have his foot there, but didn't say anything.
He moved his foot slowly up and down, rubbing my hard cock.
I looked at his face. He was smiling.
"You like this, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes" I simply admitted.
I grabbed his thigh a bit harder and massaged it upwards towards his crotch.
Then I slipped my left hand up his shorts, and placed it on the front of his underwear, right on his dick, giving up all pretend.
I was happy to feel he was hard too.
"Mmmm" he moaned. "Finally. I'm so horny"
I stroked his dick through his underwear, while he rubbed my cock with his foot.
"You think I'm sexy?" Cute sexy Simon asked me.
"Simon, I think you are cute, beautiful, wonderful and unbearably sexy" I admitted.
"Are you going to fuck me?"
I hesitated. Then said "I'll do anything you want, and nothing you don't want. It's all up to you Simon."
"Really?" he said with a cute surprised tone in his voice.
"Really" I answered.
"Anything?"
"Well, almost anything. I won't hurt you or myself, but other than that, I think I'll do just about anything you want."
"Could you... Like... You know. Ehmm.... " he opened his mouth and didn't seem to know how to get it out.
"You want me to suck your dick?" I guessed
"Would you?" He face lit up in a huge grin.
"Hell yeah!" I said and smiled back at him, as I leaned forward to grab at his pants with both hands.
But he was too impatient to wait for me. Before I get a good grip, he had arched his back, lifted his butt and slid off the shorts and underwear.
I would have liked to enjoy the unveiling of my beautiful boy a bit more, but I soon forgot about that.
As soon as I saw his beautiful hard thin smooth 4 inch dick, sticking straight up, looking hard as an iron rod, I forgot all about savoring the moment. I wanted to taste it.
I had never been more turned on in my life, and I knew that in a few seconds, I would taste it.
I leaned over him, looked into his wonderful eyes, kissed his flat tummy once and opened my mouth.
The first thing I noticed was the softness of the skin, but almost at the same time I was surprised by the salty taste.
It wasn't unpleasant, just surprising to have my mouth filled with such a strong saltiness.
I didn't care. I sucked at my prize. The object of my desire. I heard him moan, but was too busy with exploring his wonderful dick.
At first I thought it was pee that gave the salty taste, but after sucking and licking it clean, I noticed the same taste on your balls, thighs and even on his tummy. It must have been his sweat that gave most of that salty taste.
After a couple of minutes, I started working more methodically on his dick, and pay more attention to his needs.
Not that he had been complaining. I guessed this was his first blow job, so he didn't know that I hadn't been doing a very good job until now.
I could feel he was about to cum. Dry I suspected. I let go of his dick and licked his balls a little.
He groaned.
And then to my amazement, his very hard dick seemed to swell as he let out a tiny whimp.
I quickly engulfed his sweet hard rod in my mouth, and savored it's cute sexy little jumps, while I tried to bop my head up and down on it, hoping to increase his orgasmic pleasure. It seemed to work, because he let out several more little moans and his wonderful steel dick, jumped 5 more time my mouth.
Then I finally felt his muscles relax, and I realized that his whole body had been tight as an arrow. His little butt slumped down into the couch, and his still hard dick popped out of my mouth with an audible "Plop".
I slowly and gently covered his tummy and dick with soft wet kisses for a while.
"Wow" he said. "That was amazing. I've never felt anything like that before".
I gave his little balls one last lick, before I looked up at him and replied.
"I'm glad you liked it. I enjoyed it very much too. You are really sexy."
He just smiled at me. Maybe he enjoyed the view of my face between his legs. I didn't know the reason, but he seemed to find it amusing.
"I'm glad that you enjoyed it too" he said. "Because I want you to do that all the time now." Then he laughed.
"I certainly wouldn't mind" I said and smiled to him.
"But... " he said looking puzzled. "... Wouldn't you want me to suck your cock too?"
"Oh yes, very very much" I said, while I suddenly noticed my raging hard ignored cock. My god I was horny. "If you want to, that is" I quickly added.
He smiled a mysterious smile at me, but didn't answer.
I think it was safe to say, that I was in love.
My lovely Simon. My lovely tennis boy.