Adventures of a Little Boy Lover

Adventures of a Little Boy Lover 3

By Elixir Soup

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Chapter 3

When I turned fifteen, my mother insisted I get a part-time job. Nothing official or on the books, though. She wanted it to be malleable enough to work in my schooling. Of course, I resisted. I wanted my free time to watch anime, play video games, and look at porn in my room. It didn't occur to me that I could earn some good money and I could use my new job to pursue my interests. I just wanted my free time, but Mom was having none of it. She wanted her little girl to be more independent, so she dropped me off at the Quincy household despite my protests.

I was a little embarrassed, honestly. It was laundry day, so all I was wearing was some flip-flops, a baggy sweatshirt, and some shorty-shorts.

Over the years, I'd really blossomed. Probably more than any other girl in my school. Despite my nerdy glasses and freckles, I was tall for my age at five foot six and had long lissome legs, a plush butt, wide hips, a thin waist, and a heavy set of DDs. My mother was similarly busty, but she claimed I was a full two cup sizes larger than her when she was my age, and at fifteen, I dreaded the growth I had to look forward to. My breasts had gotten me a lot of unwanted attention from boys and even girls my age, but I just wasn't interested in returning the affections of perverts only interested in me because I had a hefty pair of tits. I just hoped Mrs. Quincy wouldn't judge my bouncing braless breasts too harshly.

My mother drove away as I walked up to the front door, and I then knew that I'd be stuck here until she came back for me. It was too far to walk home, especially dressed as I was. I knocked on the door and a tall, thin woman with bleach blonde hair answered the door.

"Oh! You must be Ness! Come in, come in!" she said, ushering me inside.

Mrs. Quincy's house was two floors with a basement and nicely decorated, as well as impeccably clean. I found it hard to believe a little boy lived here.

"Mrs. Quincy, how old is your son?" I asked, gazing around at how clean and well-coordinated the house was, though I was only standing in the foyer area. Two archways leading to a family room and kitchen, a staircase to the second floor, and a door to the basement could be seen aside from minor decoration.

"Oh, little Joseph is only seven. He's just a very quiet, calm, and clean boy."

I cocked an eyebrow at that. A seven-year-old boy who was laid-back and well-behaved? It seemed almost unbelievable.

"So, when will you be back, Mrs. Quincy?"

"I'm afraid this girl's trip is going to be several towns over, so I won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. I hope you don't mind spending the night? Your mother already okayed it, I'm surprised she didn't tell you. You can sleep anywhere you want, I assure you. Couch, my bed. My, you could even sleep in-"

I didn't hear the rest of what she said. As I was gazing around, I cought movement in the corner of my eye, through the archway to the living room. I did a double-take and my jaw dropped at what I saw.

A little boy! Completely and totally naked! With no clothes on! He was just gorgeous and I instantly felt my nipples harden at the sight of him!

Unlike his pale mother, his body was tanned evenly all-over, which told me he probably spent a lot of time naked outside, a thought that made my pussy go wet. His hair was sun-bleached blonde and he had just the cutest button nose and adorable freckles on his face. His eyes were deep, dark pools of brown that just seemed to draw me in. His butt was bubbly and his feet and hands were tiny and perfect. His legs and arms were toned, his tummy and chest flat, and his little penis had to be an inch long and was completely flaccid, dangling above his little undescended balls and swaying to and fro as he walked. I'd never seen a more breathtaking sight than this beautiful little boy, naked in his own home!

"Hm? Oh, yes, that's my little boy, Joseph," Mrs. Quincy proudly stated, holding her head high. "Beautiful, isn't he?"

"Very..." I gasped, realizing I was drooling a bit. "But why is he, um...?"

"Totally nude? Oh, the little guy just hates clothes. Can't stand them. We can't even get him to wear shoes or socks."

I gasped. It was out of sheer delight, but Mrs. Quincy seemed to think it was from shock.

"Oh, yes. Every time we try to put clothes on him, he just tears them right off. He'll even ruin or sabotage what clothes we buy him, just so he won't have to wear them. We used to send him out to play in play clothes, but he always came back naked. Sometimes he comes home from school naked, too, so we just sent him in a long T-shirt to minimize the clothing budget. It's made him very popular with the girls his age, though. They're always coming over to play, and he doesn't mind at all when they curiously touch his penis. You don't mind, do you?"

"M-May I touch his-" I hastily covered my mouth, realizing what just slipped out. To my surprise, Mrs. Quincy just smiled in understanding.

"Only if Joseph lets you. For him, rubbing his naked little pee-pee is a sign of complete trust, and it's only something he'll let a girl do. You can wash it, but don't rub it for fun or affecton unless he initiates it, please. Otherwise, you can touch him as much as you want." I felt my knees go weak at this. "We're a very affectionate family, so Joseph is used to receiving rubs, massages, hugs, cuddles, and lap time. Oh, but I should warn you, despite his age, I had some trouble weening him, so he has a bit of a fixation with girls' breasts. He doesn't mean anything sexual by it, he just thinks all girls give milk like his mama does."

At the sound of the conversation, Joseph turned and walked into the foyer. Time seemed to slow down as I watch his adorably tiny penis whip to and fro as he walked. He walked right up to me and stared up at me with a blank expression. Smiling, and struggling to contain my excitement, I squated down and gave him a wave.

"Well, hi there, Joseph! I'm your new babysitter!" I chirped.

He just nodded, his expression still blank. Hm... I needed some kinda reaction out of this beautiful creature. "May I hug him, Mrs. Quincy?"

"By all means! I swear, Joseph's not himself unless a girl has her hands on him."

Containing my giddy squeal, I wrapped my arms around Joseph and held him tight against my bosom. Oh good lord in heaven, the feel of his naked body in my arms was just indescribable. I could feel his little penis against my thigh and his face burying itself between my breasts. My hands roamed his bare back and found that perfect little bubble butt, giving it a gentle squeeze. I just didn't want to let him go!

"Well, I need to be going now, so be sure to take care of my little Joseph, okay? If he wants to go outside and play in the morning, he can do so nude, the neighborhood is used to their resident nudist. Dinner time is at 7pm sharp and you just need to heat it up, but you'll need to make breakfast yourself. You can cook, right?" Mrs. Quincy asked.

I kept hugging Joseph, but freed a hand from his thigh to salute his mother. "Mom and dad are both quite the home chefs and taught me everything they know!"

"Good. He's been a very good boy lately, so he can watch TV and play video games all he wants. Be sure to give him his bath after dinner." If I had a cock, it'd have gone ramrod straight just then. "It's Saturday, so he doesn't have a strict bedtime, but try not to let him stay up past midnight, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am!" I chirped, hoping I didn't sound too impatient. I wanted Mrs. Quincy gone so I can have this beautiful boy for my hands to explore, but I sure didn't want her to know that!

"Thanks again for this, Ness, dear. You're a lifesaver." She leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, then turned and left. I waited at least a minute of staring at the door to make sure she wouldn't come back.

Grinning, I reached down and picked the seven-year-old up, holding him so his tummy was against my large, plush breasts. "So, my little nudist, watcha wanna do first?"

He shrugged.

"Hmmm... Shy type?"

He shook his head.

"Do you... not talk?"

He nodded.

"Oh... Well, don't worry, I'm good at reading body language! Wanna play some vidya games?" He nodded. "Sweet! C'mon, let's head for the living room!"

I carried Joseph to the living room and set him down gently and reluctantly in equal measures, watching as he got what I recognize as the original Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles ready on an old Gamecube. Joseph even had two Gameboy Advance SPs and Link Cables for proper multiplayer. I took a seat on the sofa and expected him to sit on the floor or on the seat next to me, but imagine my surprise when he plopped his naked little bubble butt right in my lap! I had to bite my fist to keep from moaning too loud as I felt my pussy absolutely gush.

Joseph seemed to prefer the Yuke race, and I went with a female Selkie. Partly because I liked the charged attacks, partly because I wanted to tease Joseph with the jiggle physics. We also created some characters we'd never use so our caravan's home town had populated shops. Just to make Joseph laugh, I named the town "My Ass." When the first NPC in the game you talk to said "You must be the caravan from My Ass," I actually caught Joseph giggling, and oh, what a beautiful sound it was!

It was very distracting, focusing on dungeon crawling when you had a naked little boy in your lap. I had to keep reminding myself to keep my eyes on the controller and not the boy in my lap. As we played and I watched my Selkie's boobies bounce, I kept expecting them to bounce right out of her top like happened to me at the beach a lot, but being a kids' game, they never did. But the more I wanted it to happen, the more I felt my sweatshirt get... uncomfortable. Like I wanted to bounce right out of it.

We played until we collected the first year's chalice of Myrrh, then shut off the game and swapped to watching some TV. At this hour it was mostly prime-time, but there was some Spongebob reruns on Nickelodeon. As we sat and watched, I felt Joseph change position in my lap. He laid face down, and due to how short my shorts were, I felt his little penis press against my bare thights, nearly bringing me to spontaneous orgasm right there!

"Um... Joseph?" I squeaked. "May I... t-touch you?"

He nodded his consent, and I nearly squealed. My hands rubbed along his perfect little legs, just rubbing and massaging them innocently. Occasionally I dipped into his inner thighs, just to test his reaction, and he didn't seem to mind. He just continued watching Spongebob, totally engrossed, since this seemed to be a nudity-heavy episode. Emboldened by his focus and acceptance, I moved to rubbing my fingers and palms over those two perfect little globes of his booty. I moaned in ecstacy, feeling the smooth, soft, flawless flesh. I spent probably a bit too long on Joseph's bum, and realized I needed to focus on another part, lest he view it as sexual. Luckily every part of Joseph's body was a wonderland, so I wasn't too heartbroken about that.

I rubbed and massaged at his arms, my palms kneading at his flawless, tanned skin and my fingertips tracing teasing circles on him. I moved up to his shoulders and down to his back, working my way up from his buttocks. My fingertips and palms rubbed, glided light touches, and traced shapes along his beautiful back, finally coming to give him a nice shoulder rub. I felt him visibly relaxing during all of this, so further emboldened, I rubbed at his neck, then his scalp through his cornflower tresses.

When I was out of area to rub, to my surprise, Joseph rolled over. However, I felt a pulse in my pussy and a full-body feeling that caused me to thrust a hand out to stop him.

"Wait! Joseph, one second, please! I'll do your front, but... just let me do something real quick," I pleaded, nearly begged.

He cocked an eyebrow, climbing onto the cushion next to mine, but nodded. With shaking hands, I pulled my sweatshirt up and off, then slid my short shorts down and tossed them away like they were garbage. Immediately a wave of sheer relief washed over me, including an audible sigh.

I'd been feeling something ever since I first saw Joseph, and it was just getting stronger and stronger the more I touched him. It was a feeling like my skin was crawling, along with a slight feeling of claustrophobia. I realized it was my clothes, and now that they were off and I was naked except for my glasses, I felt relief beyond measure. Mmmm... I was starting to see why Joseph hated clothes so much. It was just excruciating to wear them around a boy!

"Okay, dear. Climb back on, now," I said dreamily, patting my lap. Joseph, who had been watching me strip with curiosity, postively lit up at seeing me as naked as he was. He climbed into my lap again and laid down on his back, his little pee-pee in full view of my eyes and full access to my roaming hands.

Grinning like the cat that got the canary, I focused on his hands, but this time paid a bit of attention to his perfect little feet. Either Joseph wasn't all that ticklish or tickling was partly based on intent, because I didn't intend to tickle him, and he didn't flinch or squirm at all.

I got to his hips, kneading them a bit, then moving up his sides and around his tummy. My fingers fluttered across that beautiful flat adbodomen, my wrist and elbow bumping against his little penis by accident. I didn't want to rub his peepee without him initiating it, though, so instead I came up to his flat little chest to curiously tap at his tiny nipples.

"Mine are bigger," I teased, sticking my tongue out at him. Joseph's deep brown pools flicked to my erect buds and smiled at the confirmation.

I massaged and traced the other side of his arms, but when I ran out of area to massage, I moved to go for his scalp from the front again. To my surprise, Joseph grabbed my hand to stop me. At first, I was worried I had crossed some sort of line, but then he sat up, shifted positions a bit, and place my hand on his flaccid little penis!

"I... Joseph, you... You trust me this much?" I choked, feeling heavy emotions flood into me.

Rather than acknowledge, he just started moving my hand up and down, showing me how he liked to have his penis stroked. I of course complied, giving the length of his little one-incher a good rub, stroking it gently and soothingly up and down. Joseph sighed and leaned into me, his face nuzzling into my bare breasts. To my delight, he started getting erect from the stimulation, going from one to two inches in length. I sucked in air like a leaking balloon at the feel of Joseph hardening in my very hand. But, of course, that didn't compare to what happened next.

I felt something wet on my nipple, and when I looked, Joseph was breastfeeding from me!

Well, not breastfeeding, per se. Sadly, it was a dry well, but he was clearly trying to nurse, gently sucking on my nipple with a relaxing rythm. A little boy's penis in my hand, his bum in my naked lap, his lips on my nipple... I felt fulfillment like I'd never felt before. This was... This was...

"Bliss..." I sighed.

Of course, I felt bad that Joseph wasn't going to get any milk out of his indeavor. I'd heard about some drugs and herbs that can induce galactorrhea... I wondered how much they would cost on a high school student's budget?

After a while, I noticed Joseph go soft and his nursing stop. I looked down at him to see him contently dozing. Well, I felt bad doing anything to a sleeping boy who wasn't conscious enough to enjoy it with me, so I supposed then was as good a time as any to get dinner ready.

Still naked, and really wanting anything than to put some clothes on at that moment, I stood and set Joseph down on the sofa, lying him on his side and marveling at his little penis resting on his thigh. Then I went to the kitchen to find the dinner.

Turned out that Mrs. Quincy had ordered pizza the other night, and there were a few slices left. I grabbed two, one for me and one for Joseph, and heated them up. The sound of the microwave and smell of the hot cheese seemed to rouse my charge, since I soon saw a bouncing boner enter the room. He looked up at me, his expression blank, and I wondered if his boner was "morning" wood or if he rubbed it to get it hard just for me.

I smiled, taking a seat at the table and moving to eat. I expected him to sit opposite me or next to me, but again he hopped up onto my lap. I blushed, again aroused by the feel of his naked skin on my naked skin. I felt so vulnerable, yet so completely safe, and wondered if he felt the same way.

"If I had my way, Joseph, you'd never wear clothes," I said, grinning. That got a bright smile out of Joseph. "What about me, Joseph? Do you prefer me clothed or naked?" He responded by turning around and giving me a kiss on the top of my breasts, one on each breast. It was just the sweetest little peck, complete with the quietest "smooch" sound, and it just melted my heart.

"Well, if it was up to me, I'd never wear clothes with you!" I chirped, blushing.

We sat and ate our pizza, then I checked the clock. Time for his bath. I stood and scooped Joseph into my arms in the same motion, not wanting an inch of his skin to leave mine at all.

"Time for a bath, Joseph!" I said as I headed for the stairs, noticing the grimace on his face. "Say, I know I was supposed to give you the bath... but I could use one myself. How about I bathe with you?" The quite boy's face absolutely lit up at that, and I had to contain my squeal.

Once in the bathroom, I ran the bath and immediately climbed in. I wanted to see the water rise around this beautiful work of art. I helped lift him into the tub and he sat across from me, legs intentionally spread so I could watch his penis, the sweetheart. With eyes transfixed, I watched as the water level rose, causing that erect little stick to float on the surface of the water. It was an absolutely breathtaking sight!

Noticing a bottle of bubble bath on the rim of the tub, I added just a splash, wanting to make it more fun for Joseph, but not obscure his peenie below the water too much. Looking at his face, I saw that, much like I'd been transfixed by his pee-pee, he was similarly staring at my breasts. His expression was completely neutral, but I noticed his pupils follow every jiggle, sway, and undulation that happened to them with my movements. I giggled and cupped my hands under them, lifting them up.

"You really like these things, don't you?" I asked. He nodded, making me blush. "I didn't think little boys would... I normally get so many looks for having them but... you actually make me want to show them off more, hun. Would you like that? Seeing me wearing low-cut tops, partially unbuttoned blouses, and plunging necklines?" I giggled nervously, blushing at my own teasing talk.

Joseph cocked an eyebrow at that. Yeah, I should've figured something like that was above the head of a seven-year-old. Oh well. He liked them, and they were as revealed as could be right now, so that made me happy.

I grabbed the children's shampoo and helped lather up Joseph's beautiful hair. He was a good boy during it, wincing a little when I got a bit too rough but otherwise sitting patiently as I cleaned his hair. After that, I soaped up my hands and began hand-scrubbing his body. I got his arms, his legs (paying special attention to his inner thights), and bubble butt. I lathered up his flat chest and abdomen, then I got to his penis. I looked to Joseph, seeking permission, and received a resolute nod from the stoic boy. Licking my lips, I gently grasped his erect little penis and gave it a good rub-down. With a mixture of light, fluttering touches and actual hand jerking, I made sure Joseph's penis was the cleanest dick in town.

"Joseph? Can you do me a favor, please?" I asked. He just moaned at the thorough cleaning I was giving his little peenie. "I love your penis... It's beautiful. But I think I like it hard. Can you try to keep it hard for me, please? I promise I'll help you feel good. If you can't sometimes, it's fine, I think it's beautiful soft and floppy too, but if you're hard, that means I'm doing a good job, so... please? Try for your babysitter?"

Gritting his teeth, Joseph nodded, and then as a massive shudder shook his body, I realized he just had a dry orgasm. The knowledge that I'd just rubbed and dirty-talked this beautiful being into what might've been his first dry orgasm caused me to grit my teeth as I nearly came, myself.

I panted, a foggy-headed from that almost-orgasm, and it looked like Joseph was a bit winded, too. Smiling, I held my arms out wide, and he climbed to the other side of the tub to wrap his arms around me and rest his head on my shoulder. I felt my breasts press against his chest and his little penis press against my abdoment, arousing my lust anew. Likely remembering my request, he started dry-humping me until his one-incher was a two-incher again. I smiled and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "That's my boy." He smiled at that. "Now, how about you wash me?"

His face absolutely lit up at that, and he immediately begin lathering up his hands. He immediately went for my boobs, getting over them, between them, under them (boy did that tickle!), to the sides of them, and took the opportunity to play with my hard nipples a bit. He continued for some time, and I eventually relented that he wasn't going to wash the rest of me, but... Hey, whatever. He was only seven, and what he was doing felt good. I'd always had sensitive breasts for their size...

When it was clear he wasn't going to get his fill anytime soon, I stood, grinning as his eyes widened at the sight of the water and soap sliding down my curvy, nubile young form. I climbed out of the tub, making a show of stretching my legs as I stepped over the rim, and grabbed a big ol' fluffy towel. I began to dry myself, when I got an idea. Turning, I held the towel open, grinning and saying "C'mon, Joseph! Let's get you dried!"

Smiling, the little boy climbed onto the rim of the tub and jumped into the towel, which I then closed around him and brought him into my arms. Turning, I set him atop the toilet and began vigorously rubbing him down, paying careful attention to his little peenie. Then I pulled the towel away and wrapped us both in it, pressing my bare breasts against his chest and his boner against my abdomen. Picking him up and delighting in his smile, I carried him to the living room and sat down, discarding the towel.

To help him wind down for bed, instead of having him sit on my lap, I laid down on my side and had him lie down with me. I intended to spoon with him and be the big spoon while we watched TV, but he rolled around and again wrapped his adorable little lips around my nipple, but also wrapped an arm and leg around me as if in a spoon. Evidently he was more interested in my tits than the TV!

I again felt that wave of pure bliss wash over me as he nursed from my hefty breast. I moaned and panted, feeling my arousal steadily rise, until I nearly came again, but Joseph kept going at a pace that prevented true release. I know nipple-cumming is very rare, but I secretly hoped that the combination of breast sensitivity, the intimacy of the situation, and my love of little boys would help me reach climax. I idly wondered if, and hoped that, Joseph would retain his breast fixation into his teenage years, since I figured it'd make a self-consciously busty girl really happy!

I had the urge to suck him off or wrap my breasts around the pint-sized boob fetishist's little cock, but I realized that was probably going too far. He was only seven, after all. I didn't want to corrupt him too bad. I didn't want to give him his first kiss, either! But as the suckling died down, I noticed Joseph fell asleep again. Giggling to myself, I lifted him into my arms and carried him up to bed. I tucked the little nudist into his covers, then yawned and headed downstairs, passing out nude on the sofa without a blanket or pillow.

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I awoke to sunlight on my face, the sound of morning birds chirping, and something warm in my arms. As I stirred, it stirred, and when my eyes flitted open, I found that a certain little nudist had climbed onto the sofa with me during the night. Awww, wasn't he just the sweetest! Yup, he was definitely going to make a girl very happy some day! Sadly, it wasn't going to be me. I wasn't interesting in little boys romantically. I'm no cougar.

I gently rose and made sure not to wake my charge as I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I settled on waffles with plenty of syrup and butter, tying a plain white apron around my naked body.

As I cooked the sounds and smell sonce again roused my charge, and he walked in with his little hard-on swinging up and down between his legs. I licked my lips at the sight of it.

"Morning, sleepyhead! Nice to see you're wearing your uniform for me!" He giggled at that.

I sat down to a big plate of pancakes and he once again hopped into my lap and ate there. I shuddered sexually at the feel of his naked flesh against my naked flesh. After breakfast, I lifted him up in my arms as I stood, and gave him a tap on the nose. "What do you want to do today?" I asked.

He pointed in the direction of the front door. "You want to play outside?" He nodded. "Naked?" He nodded again, his expression looking like I had, for all the world, asked whether the sky was blue. "Uh, sure. Lemme just... find where I put my shorts and-"

He shook his head with surprising energy, giving me just the most crestfallen, heartbroken look. I felt my heart shatter in two at the sight of it. "I... you want me naked out there with you?" He nodded, his lower lip quivering like he was about to cry.

Well... The neighborhood was used to him playing outside naked. Maybe they'd accept me doing so? It'd be embarrassing, but... I really couldn't say no to a little boy. And hey, maybe I wouldn't be seen!

"Fine. I'll do it," I sighed. His face instantly brightened up. I carried him to the front door, one arm holding him and the other reaching for the doorknob. Taking a deep breath to steel myself, I opened it and stepped out into the Florida sunlight.

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