Stewart's Adventures. Episode 1

STEWART'S ADVENTURES 1 - BABYSITTING BRAD THE BRAT

`I know its short notice Stewart, but I don't often get invited

out since Brad's father moved out, I'll pay you œ25 for the night

and all the Pizza you can eat.'

`Ok I guess I can Mrs Stevens. I'll be over at 7'.

I said as I put down the phone. Now I don't really like my next

door neighbours kid Brad. He is a spoilt obnoxious brat, who

always gets what he wants and likes to wind me up as soon as

adults are out of earshot. Why does he hate me so much? I don't

think he actually hates me. He's just shitty towards everyone. I

have this theory that some people who are blessed with stunning

awesome looks get real bad attitudes because they get fawned over

and treated like royalty from birth. So they don't bother learning

or adopting good social skills. We've all met them right? Boys or

girls that are so gorgeous and effortlessly graceful that we all

feel inadequate by comparison and they get treated differently

because of it. Brad was one such person.

Anyway enough of my home spun psychology bullshit! Why would I

agree to spend the evening with the little bastard? Well firstly I

could badly do with the cash, but secondly and most importantly,

he just so happens to be the most stunning 9 year old little

blonde god who has ever graced the planet. I had just turned 15

and I already acknowledged the fact that I was Bisexual and that I

had an obsession with young boys (as well as lads my own age). I

was also developing something of a foot fetish. Just going round a

mate's house and watching them take their trainers off and walking

round in socked feet was enough to get me hard. As for them going

barefoot, I was in heaven! One of my best friends is a lad called

Adam who is 14(a year younger than me) and I must admit I've got a

bit of a crush on him. Ok dear reader, I can trust you, we're

friends right? What the fuck, I'll admit it I'm a bit in love with

him. Whenever I go round his house, he walks around barefoot,

which I find incredibly erotic. I even surreptitiously took some

pics of him when he was laying on his bedroom floor in his boxers

and barefoot playing on his Playstation . I was sitting on his bed

pretending to text someone. I would wank myself silly over the my

sneakily taken shots when I got home. I always felt really bad

after I had got off. Adam is such a sweet and trusting guy, who

really values me as a friend and doesn't deserve to be perved over

like that. I'm certain that he is straight so nothing will ever

happen. I've even got a girlfriend (the beautiful Helen Tucker, 15

years old with great tits and lusted after by most boys in my

year) I should think of myself as lucky, but I'm always thinking

of Adam while I'm fucking Helen bandy. Jesus, why am I such a

dirty deviant bastard? I dunno where it all comes from, but I just

can't help myself. I wish I could be like Adam, you know normal,

just fancy girls and that be enough for me. Not lusting after

young boys and my mates and drooling over their feet. What the

fuck is wrong with me?

So there you have it. Quite a perverse package for a 15 year old,

I'm sure you'll agree. Quick description of me slim swimmers

build, jet black straight hair parted in the middle kept quite

short. People say I look a bit like Elijah Wood (probably the

cobalt blue eyes) who is hot, so I can't be that bad. I have also

been blessed with a thick 7 inch uncut cock which, although, I've

seen bigger, I am well proud of.

My bedroom overlooks Brad's back garden and I had got in the

unhealthy habit of waiting by the window for hours on end hoping

Brad would come out and play. I have had quite a bit off luck this

summer. On a couple of occasions Brad has come out and played

keepy uppy with a ball. Once in he came out in only some silky

yellow football shorts an socks bare-chested. I loved watching the

way his tight, flat belly muscles would contact and tighten as he

gracefully played. He had a super smooth athletic little body,

beautifully tanned and perfectly proportioned. The best time

though was when it was real hot and his mum filled a paddling pool

and Brad came out with one of his cousins. He was in a pair of

electric blue Speedos and I nearly came in my pants at the very

sight. His young cock filled them so well that at first I thought

he had a hard on. But I saw him casually rearrange it to one side

a couple of times and it was obviously still slack. I shot my load

5 times in one hour watching him play with his 12 year old cousin

who was a skinny but sexy boy also in Speedos. He bullied his

cousin something awful, tripping him up and holding his head under

the water. They would wrestle and the aggressive Brad, though

younger, would always get the better of him. Brad often ended up

with his knees on the older boys shoulders. He would slap the

helpless skinny boys face and pinch his arms as his Speedo clad

cock poked lewdly inches away from his face. I'm sure it got

bigger as they wrestled. At one point his cousin got a stiffy at

which point Brad yelled;

`Ugh! You dirty boy, you've got a hard on'.

He then kept slapping it as hard as he could till it went away. As

I watched this amazing show I was clicking away with my digital

camera. I've wanked over the precious pics every night since.

So the proposition of getting close to this little Adonis was

making me very horny. I arrived at 7 on the dot. I was wearing

some silky white Nike trackie bottoms (cos they felt sexy against

my cock as I wasn't wearing any undies) and a baggy blue Nike

training top that I hoped would adequately cover my inevitable

numerous erections over the evening.

`Come in Stewart, so nice of you to help me out like this. Brad

will be home in a second, He has been playing Tennis with one of

his Friends'

At that exact moment Brad appeared in the door behind me. He

looked stunning in his white tennis gear, a loose fitting Fred

Perry shirt, tight shorts and white sports socks. He casually

kicked off his spotless Adidas trainers and my cock started to

rise at the sight of his socked little feet.

`What's the dork from next door doing here?' he sneered,

`Now be nice Bradley. Stewart is going to look after you for the

night while I go to the dance with Tony. He's bought some

Playstation games you can both play together.'

`I've told you Mother I don't need a baby sitter.'

`You are 9 years old Bradley. There's no way I will leave you on

your own. Sorry about him Stewy. He hasn't been the same since his

Father dserted us. Money is on the kitchen table for Pizzas I will

be back about 12ish. My number is on the pin board if you need to

get hold of me'.

`So what sappy games you brought then Stewy?'

He said sarcastically wrinkling his dinky little nose after his

mum had gone. Even when he was being unpleasant I couldn't help

but marvel at his gorgeous face. He kinda reminded me a bit of the

Draco Malfoy character in the Harry Potter films. Sharp handsome

features, sparkling blue eyes, small cute nose, perfect straight

white teeth and ruby red lips kissable lips.

`I got Ratchet and Clank and FIFA Soccer'

I told him not rising to his goading.

`FIFA! Hah! I'm gonna kick your sorry ass. I rule at FIFA'

He bragged. I loaded the game and we arranged ourselves on the

sofa so we faced each with our feet upon the sofa with our backs

against the arm rest opposite each other. His socked little feet

kept making contact with mine sending electric shocks through me

and sending more blood to my already engorged cock. His baggy top

kept riding up as he lay back exposing his delicious belly button

and flat boy belly. Even though I was severely distracted, I was

far too good for him and my Arsenal side were thrashing his

Tottenham team. He was getting ratty and started to jog my hands

with his feet. I loved the feeling of his feet on my hands and I

was still beating him. I got a penalty and he changed tactics and

started sticking his feet in my face and over my nose and wiggling

his toes. God he had no idea what that was doing to me. I could

smell his musty boy feet sweat from his earlier tennis exertions.

I wanted to stick my tongue out and taste them but daren't. I

protested loudly and deliberately missed the penalty to encourage

him to do it more. I took the opportunity to grab hold of his

thin, muscular, hairless little calves and ankles in a attempt to

stop him. With his feet going into my face any time it looked like

I might score, he manged to pull the game back to 3-3. He was

squealing with laughter and goading me in his high pitched sexy

voice.

`Not so clever now are you fart knocker?!'

In the last minute I got another penalty which would surely win me

the game if I scored. Brad was taking no chances sprang forward

and lunged at me and trying to wrestle the joypad out of my hands.

We both tumbled onto the floor and brad rolled on top of me to try

and pin me. The inevitable happened and he felt my painfully hard

cock on his stomach. He leapt of me as if he had been scalded.

`Ugh you've got a boner you filthy git!' he yelled.

`Sorry Brad, It just happened' I protested.

`God do you fancy me or something? You must be some kind of queer.

It felt bloody massive. You wait till I tell my mum'

`Don't do that please Brad you'll get me in trouble' I begged.

`Get it out and show me it or I will tell' He sneered.

`I can't do that. It would be against the law' I said, half

thrilled at the thought an half terrified.

`I bet it's against the law to push your boner on a 9 year old boy

as well' he said.

`Look I'll show it to you, but you must promise not to tell anyone

ok?'

`Whatever. Let's see it then'

I knelt on the settee, dizzy with excitement, an pulled my

trackies down and my 7 inch boner sprang into view. I had never

seen it look so big and thick. The fat shiny knob head was leaking

large amounts of precum. Brad scooted over on the floor and knelt

in front of me so his face was just inches away from it.

`Jesus, It's huge and all veiny an horrible'

He said with a mixture of revulsion and awe on his face. His face

got so close that I could feel his breathe on my turgid pulsating

member. For a glorious second I thought he was going to kiss it or

lick it but he put his nose to it and made contact which caused my

desperate cock to twitch violently and smear some stringy precum

on his pretty little nose.

`Ugh that's disgusting and smells horrid. You're a freak. Willys

aren't supposed to get that big'.

I guess curiosity got the better of him because he then wrapped

his little hand around it and gave it a couple of strokes. His

little hand couldn't get anywhere near round its circumference and

looked tiny on it. I gasped out loud and nearly came there and

then. Then he got back on the settee and resumed his position of

feet up and his back against the arm rest leaving me kneeling with

my magnificent erection jutting out. I was almost out of my mind

with lust.

`Get rid of it.'

He said as I sat back down facing him,

`I don't want you sat next to me with that smelly monster poking

up all night'

By now I had lost all reason and I was frantic for him to touch me

again

'It's not that easy Brad, when a teenager like me gets exited the

only way to get rid of it is to jerk off. You must get stiffys

sometimes don't you? and sometimes touch yourself?'

`No I don't. Well ok I do sometimes, but I get them when I see

sexy girls like your sister (my 13yo foxy sis Kate) not when I'm

playing Playstation with other boys. There's something wrong with

you gay boy.'

With that he pushed his foot into my lap and squashed my iron hard

cock with his socked foot and withdrew it and did it again with

his other foot. I moaned loudly and nearly fainted with pleasure.

`Make it go away.'

He kept saying as he squashed it again. He then withdrew his feet

sat cross-legged.

`Make it go away or I'm telling mum' He said with a vicious smirk

on his face. I took a big gamble and said

`Please Brad, help me get rid of it, just stroke it for me it will

only take a minute I promise. I'll give you a tenner'

It wasn't me talking any more honest. My cock was a ventriloquist

and I was its dummy!

`You must be joking! I don't want that horrible thing anywhere

near me not even for a tenner'.

Suddenly the gods of inspiration struck

`Look you won't have to even really touch it properly, just let me

rub it on your feet for a little while and I'll give you a

tenner(the only money I had on me) and a Playstation game.'

`On my feet!' he shrieked

`God you really are a freaking weirdo! Ok, I'll take your FIFA

Soccer, your ten pounds, then you have to buy me the new Grand

Theft Auto when it comes out on Friday'

The greedy little bastard! But I would have happily agreed to give

a pension, my first born and let him Butt fuck my Mum! I was so

desperate to get this poisonous little angel to bring me off.

`Deal' I said.

I could barely believe my luck. I was literally shaking with lust

as I took hold of his gorgeous little boy feet, guided them into

my lap and placed one on either side of my quivering penis. I

pushed them together and started thrusting my hips pushing my cock

in and out between his socked feet. I thought I was going to faint

with pleasure as we both watched my thick 7 inch dick ride in and

out from his feet. Then inspiration hit me again.

`Brad your socks are chaffing a bit on my willy. Can I take them

off please?'

`Whatever. Just hurry the fuck up and get this over'

This was too much! I peeled each sock of his sexy little feet and

had to use every ounce of determination I had left not to shoot my

load as I brought my raging hard cock into contact with the bare

skin of the soles of his feet. I guided my engorged knob up to his

dainty little toes and smeared my slippery precum all over them.

`Hurry up numb nuts. I wanna play on my Playstation and you can

make me some popcorn'

I wanted this to last all night but he was getting a little

freaked out and I couldn't last much longer anyway So I got up

from my seated position so that I was kneeling on the couch facing

Brad, my backside on my heels and his legs straight out in front

of him. I lifted brads feet into my lap and put my cock in between

them again and started slowly thrusting. My bloated cock head

lewdly appeared between the arches of his feet. Brad watched with

his mouth slightly open stuck between fascination and horror. I

picked up the pace and the sensations going through my body and my

brain were incredible. I couldn't believe how many taboos I was

breaking as I sexually abused the cute little feet of this most

desirable nine year old boy. I felt twisted pleasure knowing I was

about to spurt my semen all over this spiteful, but still

innocent, little boy. And then it happened. I gave a long hard

thrust and a long rope of spunk shot out of my swollen cock head,

which cleared Brad's body and landed on Brad's lips and nose. My

second thrust caused a another jet of semen to fly out and

spattered onto his neck and his tennis shirt. I thrust again and

again each time a ribbon of cum would shoot out, some landing on

Brad's beautiful tanned thighs and shorts, some more on his

muscular little calves and gallons drizzled over his pretty little

boy feet. I was howling with pleasure as I unloaded 8 or 9 times

over the appalled Brad. I was cumming so hard I could see shapes

and colours before my eyes. It was the most intense and longest

orgasm of my young life, as I spasmed uncontrollably again and

again.

`What the fucking hell was that! Did you just piss on me?'

Brad yelled as he wiped my spunky jism of his lips with the back

of his hand.

`Sorry Brad I didn't mean to cum all over you `. I lied

`It's not pee, its semen. When an older boys willy gets very

excited it shoots out the end. It's what makes babies. You'll be

able to make some yourself when you are a bit older'

I told him breathlessly. His tongue delicately darted out and

licked the remnants of my cum of his lips. That image will be

burnt into my mind for the rest of my horny life.

`Look at the shitting mess you've made of me you filthy fucker.

You better get me cleaned up and quick.'

He said angrily. I was still on a euphoric high of my orgasm and

without thinking I lifted his right foot to my mouth and started

licking my sticky boy juice of his delicious little toes and

worked my way along the arch of his foot, then the sole. My hungry

licking tongue slithered along his ankle and up his calve,

collecting up my all my sticky cum as I went. Brad looked down at

me agog. His sky blue eyes wide in disbelief at my actions, I

honestly think he was too dumbfounded to speak. Encouraged by the

fact that he hadn't tried to stop me, I raised his cum splattered

left foot to my lips and my tongue started circling around his

big toe then licking deep in-between his cute little pinkies. The

heady taste of his sweet boy feet sweat and my own gooey spunk had

my mind reeling and my cock hard as steel again. I lovingly

cleaned the rest of his foot then trailed my tongue up and around

his calve. It was his left thigh that had received a huge string

of cum that continued on to cover the bottom of his shorts. My

licking continued to snake up over his knee and onto the front of

his thigh. I could feel his muscles ripple and tremble under the

administration of my sensual licking motion. I glanced up and

looked into Brad's mesmerized face. The internal struggle that was

going on behind his sexy blue eyes was obvious. He was enjoying my

sexy licking of his delicious feet and legs but at the same time

was revolted by the whole episode.

As I looked down again a very obvious bulge had appeared in his

tight silky shorts. I started to slurp my tongue slowly along the

inside of his thigh getting closer and closer to his most personal

area. I worked my tongue a little way under the hem of his shorts

and my nose grazed lightly on his long erection. He gave a little

jump at the contact. I moved up slightly and gave a long slurping

lick across a big gooey patch on his shorts that was stretched

across his straining silky encased boner.

`Whoa! That's enough. I can do the rest myself'

He yelled pulling back.

Shit! I had gone too far. He had a confused and angry expression

on his face. I guess he couldn't work out why his young cock was

reacting to my licking. I honestly don't think Brad had a gay bone

in his body (dammit!) and to be fair I think pretty much anybody

would have reacted in the same way when being licked so sexily

around so many erogenous zones.

`Sorry Brad. Just trying to help. Look you've still got loads on

your neck and your ear.'

I grabbed one of his discarded socks and wiped away the slimy cum.

`Not with that you idiot! Get me a warm flannel and my pyjamas.

We'll have to hide those socks now in case mummy finds them' He

whined.

`Don't worry I'll take care of those'.

Oh yes, I'll take care of them alright. Brad's spunky socks were

coming home with me as a treasured souvenir!

`And get rid of that horrible thing it's still all massive and

hard. You said it would go away.'

`Sorry it will in a minute.'

I said as I hastily pulled my track suit bottoms over my harder

than ever member.

I ran up the stairs into Brad's bedroom which was a typical 9 year

old boys room, covered in Spider-man and PokeM"n posters. Clothes,

comics and video games littered the floor. I found a dirty pair of

his underpants that had Sonic the Hedgehog on them and brought

them to my nose and deeply breathed in Brad's wonderful musty boy

smell. I pulled down my trackie bottoms and my throbbing cock

whanged into view again. I put the Brad's dirty undies over the

end of my cock and wanked rapidly into them. I think I came after

only a dozen strokes. Another souvenir of the night for me I

thought as I stuffed his pants into my pocket. I looked in some

drawers and found some pyjamas then grabbed a flannel from the

bathroom and went back downstairs.

Brad had taken his soiled Fred Perry shirt off and was stood their

in just his silky shorts. God he looked ravishing. His muscular

tight chest and flat toned belly looked all the sexier for his

deep bronze tan. I went over to him and tenderly dabbed the warm

flannel over his neck and ear. Some of my spunk was even in his

blonde hair. I wiped gently around his mouth and nose while he

gave me a look of pure naked contempt. I started dabbing around

his chest towards his brown nipples, but he pushed my hand away

and snatched his Pyjamas from my other hand. Then he

unceremoniously dropped his shorts leaving him standing in just a

pair of white Bikini briefs. I think I may well have gasped as I

drank in the sight of his still hard cock straining right up to

his hip with the head of his boner sticking out of the top of his

inadequate sheer briefs. It was thin but ridiculously long for a

boy his age. It must have been 6 maybe even 7 inches long

`Don't look at me you fucking faggot.'

He screamed as he sharply turned away from me, now giving me a

great view of his perfect peach of a boy ass

`You better bring that game around on Friday or I'm gonna tell my

mum what a Gaylord freak the wonderful neighbour boy Stewy really

is.'

Somehow his anger and aggression just made him seem even more

desirable and horny to me. Jeez, I really am a sicko!

`Hey I give you my word I will'

I said starting to get a bit scared and wondering where I was

gonna get the money.

`Come on hand over the tenner and your FIFA game I didn't get

covered in that goo for nothing. Some of that nasty shit even got

into my mouth.'

I passed him my precious copy of FIFA and my œ10. Possessions and

money will come and go but vivid memories like the standard of

that evening last a lifetime. It was well worth the price.

The rest of the evening passed of regretfully tamely, with Brad

treating me with brooding contempt and issuing orders like I was

his personal slave. I don't think my hard on subsided all evening

as he slumped around the sofa in a Spider-man pyjama top and

matching pair of thin pair of Pyjama shorts. I could hardly

concentrate on the Harry Potter Dvd that Brad put on as we ate our

pizzas. I longed to touch his bare slender legs and pretty feet,

but figured I had already pushed my luck way far for one night.

When the movie finished, Brad got up and without a word went to

bed. Obviously I spent the next couple of days either shitting

myself with worry that Brad would blab or wanking myself into a

cock splint, constantly reliving the evening again and again.

Regrets I have a few, but then again none from that fantastic

night!

FIN

Well, that's the end of Stewart's first episode with Brad. Hope

you liked it. I have 3 or 4 other installments in mind Some fact

some fiction. The next involves Stewart plotting and executing a

very naughty scheme to get closer to the charming Brad whilst

babysitting him again. Let me know what you think. Any

constructive criticism will be welcome. Send any feedback, praise,

stories, poems, sonnets, whatever to:

[email protected]. I will laugh my arse of at

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