It started off as a short story, but before I knew it it had reached 5 pages, seems I can't really do much shorter than that. Anyway I decided to make it sort of a series and will try to write different parts of the story involving the same lovely boy.
I really hope you guys enjoy it. Let me know what you think.
Diary of a neglected boy
My name is Peter Wooden, I’m 13 years old and I want to tell you a story. A story of something I did when my parents and I went on vacation recently.
I went to a hotel with my parents, it was an all-inclusive resort and spa, but it wasn’t very big. Even though my parents could afford a luxury hotel they enjoyed going to this one because it wasn’t very expensive and we could stay here for one or two weeks at a time and the best part of it was that it wasn’t crowded and full of people. I mean it wasn’t empty but it wasn’t one of those places where there are thousands of tourists.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been here, or the second even. My family and I came to this hotel at least once a year since I was like 5, sometimes even twice. I pretty much knew every spot in that place. I knew the schedules and I even knew some of the staff by name, which came in handy. Like in breakfast when the buffet was running low on something and I asked one of the cooks for something I knew they’d have in the kitchen.
As usual as soon as my parents arrived they either went to the bar or went to lie in the sun by the pool or something. This was their time to unwind and relax from their hard work and that meant they couldn’t spend much time looking after me and stuff. I mean it’s not like they abandoned me, they just knew I was safe playing on my own on one of the many entertaining things a kid could find in a 5 star hotel.
Well as I said I knew every single part and there weren’t many people around and on this special day I was feeling bored. I decided to go to the games room, which was right next to the theatre, but the theatre only worked at night so it was empty and the games room didn’t have many people most of the time.
When I got there I saw only two people, a man in his mid to late 30s maybe and his 8 year old boy. The man was teaching the little boy how to play pool. I walked closer to them and sat on a chair to watch them. The man noticed me and waved, the little boy ignored me.
“Hi.” The man said after finishing explaining to his kid how to properly grab the cue stick. “Do you know how to play?”
“Yes, a little.” I replied.
“Do you want to play with us?” he asked.
I smiled and grabbed a stick. We played and talked for about half an hour about different things, but mostly about the hotel. It wasn’t until the man whose name was Barry asked me something that I started noticing his intentions. I had been noticing the way he looked at me from time to time buy I thought it had been just my imagination.
“So Peter, how old are you?” he asked.
“I’m 13.” I replied.
“Oh, you look much younger.” he said and he was right, I probably looked 11. “13, that means you probably have a little fur, huh?” I wasn’t surprised when he made the insinuation, I replied to his comment as casually as if he’d asked me the time.
“Yeah a little.” I said with a cheeky smile. “Do you want to see?” I added teasingly. The man looked at me shocked, it was as if he’d never imagined things could’ve turned out this way. “I’ll show you if you want.” Still no actual response from the man but I could see something in his eyes, like the pieces of his actual plan that ran through his mind and discarded almost immediately falling into place.
“Are you sure about that?” he asked me
I just nodded and walked over next to him. I grabbed the hem of swim trunks and pulled them down until the few whisks of pubic hair I had were visible. And then just as quick as they appeared they were gone again. I walked away to my place smiling and tried hitting the 13 ball but missed horrible.
“Hehe, you’re a naughty boy. What would your parents think if they knew you did those things?” Barry said.
“There are many things my parents don’t know about me.” I answered.
“Really like what? What else do you like showing grown men?”
He was really interested now, trying to figure out how far he could go with me. He had no idea this wasn’t the first time I did something like this. I was more than used to it.
“Well I could show you, but not here, what if someone comes?” I said.
“Fine, we can go somewhere secret.” He said like I knew he would.
I had the perfect place in mind. The games room where we were had two sets of bathrooms, one right next to the entrance and another one in the far back of the room closer to the theatre stage. I knew no one would be there, especially at this time of day. I’d used it many times when I wanted to be alone. I told Barry about it.
“Rory, stay here. I’ll be right back.” He told his son.
“No, tell him to come. I want him to play too.” I said. If I was going to let this old perv have some fun with me I was at least going to get to have some fun with a little boy too. I wasn’t sure if Barry would go for it and if he didn’t then it was his loss, I didn’t care, but the man obliged.
“Rory, come with me, we’re going to play a game with Peter.”
The bathroom was empty as I knew it would be. It was very well lit from the outside and was very spacious. I led Barry and his son to the handicap stall which was the biggest and most spacious.
“What do you want to do?” I asked him.
“I don’t know, what do you want to do?” he replied.
What an amateur. This was probably the first time he’d gotten this far with a kid, he’d probably had millions of fantasies but had never done anything before. I rolled my eyes and lifted my shirt with one hand uncovering my flat tummy and my nipples, with my other hand I lowered part of my swim trunks again revealing my few pubes and a little bit more.
“Do you like it?” I asked as I made my hand into my shorts to rub my half erect dick.
“Yeah.” Barry said without hesitation.
“Do you want more?”
I turned around and slowly slid my shorts down revealing my white bare butt. I lifted it up in the air a little bit so Barry could get a better look and squeezed my ass cheeks with my hands; I even parted them a little so he could see what was in between. When I turned around back to face him he was able to see my fully erect 10cm dick sticking straight up pointing at him. I was holding my shirt up over my nipples again.
“Hey, no phones.” I said seeing Barry reach for his pocket.
“I’m sorry. You look so good.”
“Thanks. Can Rory join me?” I asked him.
So far the little boy had remained silent and observant, quite indifferent towards the show, but he seemed a little shy and I thought he wouldn’t be so willing to taking off his clothes, but his father encouraged the boy to do so. I was a little bit surprised that his dad would be so willing to let his son participate in such activities. He was a true pervert.
Rory started by taking off his shirt and stopped there. I got down on my knees and pulled his shorts down little by little. At first he struggled and grabbed onto them so I wouldn’t pull them down, but when I kept on pulling he let go and the pants nearly came down to his knees in one go.
His dick was tiny and cute, uncut just like I liked them. I stuck my tongue out and give it a little lick. The boy twitched and tried to step backwards but his swim trunks around his knees didn’t let him move much, so I took the chance and licked him again a little harder. I kept on licking it until it was hard and standing up. From time to time I would take a quick glance up to his dad who was looking at as with half a smile, kind of like in disbelief.
I smiled up at him when I had achieved the goal of giving his son a stiffy and had left the little dick twitching and covered in saliva.
“Do you want to join in?” I asked him. I didn’t even wait for a response before getting up and showing him my own erect penis for him to suck on.
Barry got down in two seconds and went at it. He engulfed my little dick in his mouth and started licking and sucking. He was truly an amateur. I bet it was the first time he was sucking dick. Not me, I had been sucking dick for many years now, since I was a little boy and I had learned to enjoy it shortly after, especially if it was a small dick, a boy’s dick. I didn’t like adult dicks that much.
Barry kept on sucking on me, it did start to feel good eventually, but it wasn’t the best I’d had. I grabbed Rory and pulled him closer to me. He still had his trunks around his knees so he shimmied towards me. He was starting to lose his erection so I grabbed it between my index and thumb and stroked it while his dad sucked me off.
After several minutes of this position Barry wanted to change. He got up and dropped his shorts, his huge erection was pointing right at me and I didn’t waste time. I got on my knees and grabbed it tightly with my right hand, while I still stroked Rory’s with my left. I put Barry’s dick in my mouth and showed him how to really suck a dick.
“Wow Peter, you’re very good at this, better than my wife.” He said.
I just ignored him and kept on sucking. I alternated between sucking him and going onto Rory’s little thing because I actually enjoyed sucking on the little boy, not only because of the size and taste but because I enjoyed his reactions. They were innocent and natural, not like his dad’s that seemed from cheap porn.
“Can I fuck your ass?” He blurted all of a sudden. He didn’t have lube or a condom and I didn’t feel like taking his dick in the ass.
“Only if I can fuck Rory’s in return.” I answered.
“What? I don’t really think that’s a good idea.” He said.
“Then no.” I stopped sucking him and I dedicated my efforts towards the little boy.
I knew he would be cumming soon from the sound of his childish moans. It wasn’t long before Rory’s breath picked up and he let out a muffled gasp instead of the moans he’d been making, his little penis twitched with every brush of my tongue and the boy started to pull away from me. I took a good look of his twitching dick and noticed how it was very stiff and a bit red too.
I didn’t insist on having sex and neither did Barry. Since he was a good sport about it I decided to give him a treat.
“I’ll let you lick my ass and finger me, but no more, and you can come on my asshole too if you want.”
I didn’t need to say it twice. Barry pulled me up and turned me around I nearly stumbled and had to put my hands against the wall of the stall. Barry got on his knees and spread my ass cheek, lifting it ever so slightly to get a better view and entry point. He stuck his tongue inside as much as he could and wiggled it around. He licked my ass better than he’d sucked my dick and every now and again he’d slowly poke a finger inside. It wasn’t bad.
I assume he was masturbating with one hand while he fingered me with the other because it wasn’t long before he stood up breathing heavily and in put the tip of his dick on my asshole. I felt his hands moving, slapping against my ass cheeks from time to time and then he shot his semen right in my entrance, none of it went in, but I could feel its warmth on my ass and part of my back and dripping down my butt, onto my balls and then finally drops of it fall on the floor.
“That…was great.” Barry said between pants. “You’re very naughty Peter.” Indeed I was. “I want to see you come now.”
“I don’t feel like it.” My ass was all sticky and wet and I knew Barry wouldn’t be able to make me cum and I didn’t want to masturbate.
“Come on Peter. I want to see the face you make when you orgasm.” The man insisted.
“Fine,” I sighed, “but I can’t cum standing up.”
I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped the cum off my ass. I put my t-shirt on the floor and sat on it with my back against the wall. I stretched my legs and started touching myself.
“I want Rory to help.” I said.
The little boy was still a little dazed. I instructed him to come closer to me. He stood next to me and I started sucking him again. It was wonderful and it didn’t take long for me to feel the pleasure building up until finally it was released in a shuddering orgasm. A few drops of semen dripped down the tip of my penis as I came in front of them.
“That was great Peter.”
“Yeah, just great. Well, bye.” I said and stood up and walked out of the bathroom. I just wanted to hang out in the pool. This had been entertaining but I wanted it to end.
I swam for a while, ate lunch, saw my parents for a few minutes and then at night during the dinner buffet I came across Barry again. He smiled and nearly waved at me, but I completely ignored him and I think that was enough for him to desist. He was truly a noob.