Date: Sun, 18 Oct 2015 15:10:38 -0700 From: Dick Peters <dickpeters378@gmail.com> Subject: Cock Tales-3 in Bisexual-adult-youth ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thanks to nifty for bringing out the scribbler in me. I'm a bit of a one trick pony but like a little girl on HER pony, it turns me on. Please donate to the cause to keep it going. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Story 7: The Beginning of Something Story 8: The Flashlight Club Story 9: Retribution ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Story 7 - The Beginning of Something do you like them? pardon me? the boys. do you think they're cute? which boys? to the left of the big tree playing soccer why do you ask? you seemed to be scoping them out well, I guess they're kind of fun to watch cute too? sure, I guess so. why do you ask? `cause I think you're sort of cute too umm, thanks. do you always talk like this to strangers? what's your name? dick ok dick. I'm kelly. so now we're friends do you talk about boys with your friends? if they interest me. guys who think boys are cute interest me why? who knows. maybe because I watched grampa having sex with boys what?! when? when I was a little girl. he wasn't hurting them , just having fun what kind of fun? well what kind of fun would YOU have with boys? it sounds like you could imagine that better than me oh come on! tell me at least one thing you would like to do with that cute blond boy which cute blond boy? the shirtless one in red and blue striped shorts well I don't know if I should, umm, talk about it stop being so scared. I'm not going to tell anyone. there's nothing wrong with liking boys if you don't hurt them, I guess. and they should like it or don't do it to them sounds like you've thought about it. and I'm not talking about to them but WITH them he is cute, I agree would you kiss him? he's pretty as a girl I like kissing girls then you should kiss him. its even sexier because he's sort of a girly boy, isnt he this is a weird conversation I know him. his name is charley (she waves him over) hi kelly hi charley. this man thinks you're cute (charley flirts with me) well I didn't exactly say that. or yes maybe I did because she wanted me to (charley remains silent as kelly and I talk) you're used to having old guys look at you funny aren't you charley (kelly grins at me) (charley smiles timidly and nods his head slightly) I'm not that old kelly dick was saying what a pretty face and body you have charley no, charley. I wasn't saying that well you were thinking it well, Kelly, some things are objectively true thatt's a big word for lusting after a pretty young boy. is'nt it Charley? charley gave the impression of not following our discussion and merely replied with an `mmm' I think I should probably leave now kelly. it's been an interesting discussion not yet dick. come with charley and me (kelly took both our arms and led us to a secluded area behind some bushes) take off your shorts charley (charley began pulling them down) whoa charley don't do what she says (charley looked at kelly who had a half frown on her face. he pushed down his shorts) what do you think dick? I uh... (I was fascinated at charleys naked body and pert erection) I uh... oh for god sakes dicky. your pants are getting pokey. you cant take your eyes off him I uh... kneel down in front of Charley, dick. (with the pressure of her hand surrounding my kneck, I knelt down as ordered) (charley smiled angelically down at me) (I knew that my life was about to change. there would be no turning back) Story 8 - The Flashlight Club I ran my finger around his erect nipple and then over the top on the pink tipped nodule. The sensation for me of doing that was ostensibly much the same as doing it to a woman but pschologically it caused me at bit of unease. Other than my own, it was the first time I had touched another male's body like this and I was somewhat discomforted. `You'll get to like it' intoned my girlfriend Flora smiling at me with a sexy and teasing look on her face. Angela's camera flashed. Flora had arranged our club date with much anticipation. It was the one night in the week when males were allowed in the Flashlight Club. The Flashlight was an establishment of the woman, by the women and for the woman and in spite of efforts to take it down by various civic troglodytes, it was not about to perish from the earth. Men and boys were allowed only in the custody of women or girls and were strickly under female control throughout their visit. Any male reprobate who attempted to assert a dominant personality was stripped naked and booted out of the club, his clothes thrown after him. Men brought on the premises by their female guardians were allowed no opionons or arguments about what was to happen to them. They were delivered there for female voyeuristic and male submissive purposes only and were informed in advance that they would be treated as objects and play toys at the whims of the women. NO ifs, ands or buts. Butts OK, Flora would add. Pretty ones at least. Only a man with low self esteem would ever consider such an experience. I couldn't wait to go. In honor of the obedient male guests, pictures of naked men were posted on the walls in various stages of undress and homo-erotic engagement. The ssubmissive males, most of whom were either 'straight' or bi, understood that their owners would expect them to participate with each other in either intimate or orgiastic gay sex. Knowing this in advance helped them to prepare not only for the gay sex part but also for having their girlfriends watch and catcall them. All the boys and men were instructed to dress as if they were going to a gay bar with the expectation that they would be picking up at least one mouth watering hunk for their pleasure. Since the men had had been vetted not only for having a facilitating girlfriend but also for their masculine or boyish beauty, there would be no lack of aesthetic and sexual appeal for the women witnessing their activites. I was wondering why I was selected. In comparison to the others, I felt like a light under a bushel hiding it`s diminutive luminescence. `You'll do fine sqirt' Flora encouraged. 'After all, your penis is cute enough to get anybody off just by staring at it'. The idea was almost too absurb to be believable but it was fun having Flora say it to me. In truth, on several occasions Flora had masturbated to climax just looking at my cock, once while I was sleeping. My kind of girl. When Flora and I arrived, we sat in seats in front of a small stage. Usually an all female band would be playing there for the girls to dance to but this time there were just 2 chairs sitting on the stage with a small table between them. A water bottle and 2 glasses were on the table. A large screen behind the stage was starting to light up as Flora and I sat down. The lights dimmed and the audience of about 24 people seated around us applauded. The gender of the gathering seemed to be about equally mixed between male and female and likely several transexuals as well. The females looked confident and excited but most males, including myself, had expectant and anxious looks on their faces. A woman in a tight breast revealing bodice, very short leather skirt and very tall open toe shoes entered the stage pulling a man on a leash behind her. He was naked except for a tiny man strap which emphasized the size of his scrotal bulge. The spotlight focusing on him revealed a lightly tanned, rather slender but shapely and totally hairless body. `Sit down slave' the Mistress ordered `and spread your legs!'. The slave complied. `Wider idiot. If you want more than one boy to service you you're going have to open wider'. He opened as wide as possible after which his owner strapped his widely splayed legs in that position with leather wrappings around the back of the chair. His bulge swelled even more. `Would you like to be there between his legs, Dicky?. I bet he tastes good.' The mistress, overhearing Flora's comment, smirked out into the audience. `Have no doubt. Some of the cretins in the audience will be up here tasting cock.' `You go Marny' Flora shouted getting a double thumbs up from the domi-diva. Suddenly, a women appeared on the video screen above the stage with the heel of her shoe resting on a mans penis head flopped back on his belly as he lay naked on his back. It looked as if she (who might have been the Marny) was going to push her shoe down on the hapless knob but the screen changed before that could be seen. Now, two latino boys were in a shower. One was soaping up the other, front and back. Their bodies were so smooth and sexy, the audience (or at least the males) panted with desire. As the boy with the soap was about to focus his cleansing on the erecting phallus of the other, the screen went dark and the spotlight flicked on, focusing on the stage. Groans from the audience. `You didn't think I was going to show all that sexy hand-to-cock stuff, did you kiddies?' Marny sneered. `Yes' I inadvertently blurted out and my cheeks flared. The regal look in my direction from the stage was accompanied by audience laughter. `Who said that. Stand up!' she demanded. I raised a sheepish hand. Marny raised a hand over her eyes to block out the light. She saw me standing awkwardly and ordered me up to the stage. `You can come too, Flora'. It seems that Flora and the Mistress knew each other. I shuffled up to the stage fearfull and excited at the same time. Flora followed behind and was greeted fulsomely by the Mistress. The two women began extravagantly kissing each other much to my voyeuristic pleasure. Marny noticed my gaze, reached over to push me toward the spread leg and bound man in the chair. `Kneel down in front of him, boy'. I toppled over comically from her push and landed on my side, flailing about like a bee in a bottle. `Ow'. I whimpered like a spanked puppy from the pain although the embarrassment was even more disagreeable. But the sight of the gorgeous barely covered package of the man sitting spread eagled above me was encouraging. `Run your hands up his thighs, girl' I was ordered. I complied. Very smooth and creamy to the touch. Not like most men. `Do you like it?' `Uh huh' I mumbled understating how much I enjoyed caressing his silky thighs. `Lick his thighs'. I complied. The sensation was like licking a boys thighs which I had done many times and loved. `Do you like it?' `Very much' I garbled while continuing to lick. Marny and Flora were standing next to me, watching. I heard whispering between them. Suddenly, I felt Flora kneeling next to me on the floor tugging at my zipper. The situation started getting out of control though I continued to caress and lick the slaves thighs. Somehow Flora managed to get me unzipped and unpantsed in one swooping move. Marny shouted at me `Show me his cock!', I complied with gusto and yanked off his flimsy bikini strip. His penis flopped out and palpitated in front of my eyes. Oh my god, it was BEAUTIFUL!. Flora reached between my naked legs and began squeezing my balls. My penis pulsated rhythmically with that of the slave. `Suck it creep!' I complied with unbridled lust. The swollen glans drove into my mouth like a piston on steroids. I had never felt such penile endowment pass between my lips and fill my mouth with such ridgid masculinity. I almost fainted. But not yet. For 10 minutes, I became the copulating tool of Marny's demands, Flora's genital strokings and the slaves enormous pleasure principle. So hard, so hot, so all consuming and, ultimately, so consummating. And then, I fainted. Drooling cum. Story 9: Retribution I saw her across the crowded floor sitting at a table with a beautiful young companion. She was far and away the oldest patron of the café which catered to a youthful, theatrically oriented croud. I hadnt seen her in almost 20 years but recognized her immediately. `It's her' I said to Cammy seated across the table from me. She turned to look behind her at the direction of my stare. As was her want, she had been stretching her gymnastically shaped leg underneath the table across to my crotch where her bare foot was stroking up against my balls and hardon. `Who?'. `Tell you later'. I got up off my chair and walked over to the woman's table. Since I wore tight pants and no underwear, my cock from Cammy's deft ministrations was clearly defined, hard and to the side. I relished that several diners at other tables were checking it out. As I approached the table, the woman looked up with a puzzled smile on her face. Characteristically she spent a few seconds examining the bulge in my pants. After 20 years it felt almost a relief that she hadnt changed in that respect. The lovely boy sitting at her table showed that she had not lost her appeal for or to the younger set either. Or was I reading too much into that? `Well, here we are, Sylvia. I didn't think I'd ever see you again'. I had called her Sylvia from an early age because she had insisted on it. She looked startled in front of her boyfriend, glancing at him and then back at me. Did he know or even suspect? Her mouth was slightly open as if she were about to speak but no words came out. `I'm sure you recognize me Sylvia. No woman can ever forget her son even if she hasn't seen him for 20 years'. I smiled at her struggle to parse my unexpected appearance. Though surely she must have anticipated it and would have prepared a response. She was always careful to anticipate any circumstances which might interfere with her hedonistic inclinations and behaviors. `Dick! Its so nice to see you again.' But she couldn't help herself. Her eyes strayed back to the restrained erection swelling my pants and fixated there as if looking into my eyes would be too hard for her to bear. `Sylvia. Who is this man?'. Sylvia raised a hand to shush her boyfriends voice. Much to my pleasure, his eyes were staring at my crotch with equal inensity. I laughed. She certainly knows what she likes in boys, I thought and what her boyfriend likes in men. Of course, I had thought of what I would do myself in this circumstance but hadnt anticipated what I was about to do. I nodded down at my scracely covered erection. `Unzip me Sylvia'. `Unzip you?. Her face was inflamed and I could tell that she still had her desires and that this was a time when I could take advantage of them. `You heard me Sylia. Unzip me!'. After a few more moments of hesitation, with an almost hypnotized look on her face, Sylvia began to comply. `Sylvia. Why are you doing this?' her angelic companion whispered, looking furtively around to see who was watching. `Quiet, Halley.' she replied and soon had my pants open and unzipped. A deep sigh escaped between her lips. Oh how I remembered that sigh. It only helped propel my penis out of its remaining confinement where it quivered inches away from her face. Another even more passionate sigh from Sylvia with more furtive looking around in embarrassment by her companion. The scene was almost sufficient to awaken a torrent from my dancing cock. In fact, I could have ejaculated right then onto her face. But I wanted something more so I restrained myself. Sylvia gently fondled my penis head sliding a finger underneath to the most sensitive skin between the lobes. Sylvia hadnt lost her touch. And the beauty of her face, now matured but still so exquisite, required immediate action. `Suck it, Sylvia. You owe me for 20 years.' She uderstood and yielded. Her full lips, so egregious and so appropos to the circumstances, slid over my glans. We moaned simultaneously. Her sucking began and ended within 10 seconds. I spurted into her mouth and onto her face. I ejaculated loudly and unabashedly, no phony comic restaurant orgasm coming from me. Sylvia sighed loudly and her head, mouth drooling cum, banged down onto the table. Sylvia had fainted.