His name was Steven. He was ten years old. He'd lived next door all his life. He said "Hello" when he rode his bike past the house. I said "Hello" back. That was the extent of the relationship until last Friday afternoon.

My house towers over the house next door. I can see into Steven's mum's back garden from my office window. I'd often watched Steven's mother through my binoculars. She was a very attractive brunette and she liked to sunbathe beside the pool. I'd never touched or tasted her, but I'd certainly fantasized about doing all kinds of things to her. Once I'd photographed her fingering her anus on the decking surrounding the pool. She was lying on her back, legs spread, fingers moving in and out of her stretched asshole. She'd had no idea that I was watching her, but I couldn't take my eyes off her, especially when she started sucking her fingers afterwards.

Yesterday I watched Steven from the office window with a renewed appreciation. I watched him with great interest and an erection in my pants. He was lying on the wooden decking, just like his mother had. His tummy was pressed to the wood and his bottom was snug and tight inside a pair of orange Speedos. As I trained my binoculars on him, I pictured myself removing his bathers and burying my face between his smooth, hairless cheeks. I was working my tongue into his tight, pink anus and I was slowly jerking his cock. I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to taste it. Now that I knew what his boy-cum tasted like, I found myself developing a thirst for it. I'd made Steven come for the first time last Friday afternoon. I'd made him come in my mouth. I'd swallowed every drop and cleaned the head of his beautiful cock with my tongue. Then I'd gotten started on his anus (or "boy-cunt", as I liked to call it).

On Friday, Steven's mum had forgotten to leave Steven a key for the house. When he got home from school (it was a sweltering day), Steven found himself locked out. The doorbell rang around 4pm. I greeted Steven at the door and asked him what the problem was. "Mum forgot to leave the key out," he said. I asked Steven if he wanted to come inside and wait with me. Steven agreed. "It's too hot to be standing outside," I said. "I'll get you a drink."

Steven was wearing a pair of gray school shorts and a gray shirt. He had beautiful blonde hair, a slight tan and was of medium height for his age. He was an easygoing, confident boy who was a member of the local Little Athletics club. He was a keen swimmer, too. I knew that because I'd watched him swimming laps in his pool most mornings.

Steven took a seat in the living room. He sat with his legs open, giving me an opportunity to see his lily-white underwear. I noticed that his balls filled them nicely. I gave Steven a glass of lemonade and took a seat opposite him. I was wearing shorts, too, because it was a scorching hot day and I'd been mowing the front lawn. "How's school, Steve?" I asked as he began to sip his lemonade.

"Not so good," he said, his lack of enthusiasm pointed. I placed my own lemonade on the table and sat forward.

"What's the problem?" I asked. "Is it the teachers? Are the teachers hassling you?"

Steve noticed me staring at his underwear.

"Nah," Steve said. "It's not that." Steve looked over my shoulder, avoiding my inquiring gaze......(cont)