Date: Thu, 04 Jun 2015 10:13:55 -0400
From: Full Name <bikeboy1@myway.com>
Subject: Bike Boy (Part Two)

Bike Boy (Part Two)

I got home and almost ran to my bedroom and locked the door. I was buzzing
that all my teasing had come to actually spunking off in a man's hand! I
couldn't believe how exciting it felt to have my cock fondled by that
stranger and the intense feeling as my cock pumped involuntarylly into his
hand.  The image of his shorts tenting so close to my face with something
inside that was obviously much bigger than my boy cock but just as hard had
my cock stiff again. I lay on the bed and began stroking myself. I was only
five inches long, not very thick with just a few wispy pubes around the
base. My cock stood straight and proud as an arrow, the head just a bit
wider than the shaft. I wish I'd not been cut, but the head was a perfect
helmet shape. The cocks I'd managed to glimpse on the internet were
massive. And massively interesting! I was now wishing I'd had the nerve to
grasp that huge looking hidden cock in the shorts of that stranger. Maybe
he would be there in the park tomorrow?

My thoughts drifted back to the first time I'd held an adult cock. I was
always the initiator I think. Some might contend this is not possible, but
in my case I think it's fair to say I was. My experiences were never
against my will. My curiosity new no bounds as to that soft and sometimes
hard bulge that lay hidden in men's pants. I think the men who were
interested, sensed that. The first experience was with a babysitter. I was
about nine and made every effort to clamber onto his lap and accidentally
press my hands onto that secret area. Then one night he decided to wear a
dressing gown (for obvious reasons in hindsight the dirty bugger!) and so
we were play fighting on my bed when the inevitable happened, his gown fell
open. He pretended not to notice but as he was kneeling on the bed my eyes
must have been wide at the pole of flesh sticking up from between his
legs. I simply reached out and grabbed it. He just leaned back on his arms,
pushed his hips forward for me so that his cock thrust up and I took it in
both hands and played with it. My fingers couldn't reach around the girth
as both my hands gripped the solid stalk with the head standing free above.

I remember how hot and silky the skin felt as it slipped over the
facinating hardness beneath. I can remember giggling as I pulled it towards
me and then let it spring back and slap against his stomach. I did this a
few times before he stopped me, held his hands over mine and showed me how
to rub up and down the length. "Like this, like this', he whispered. This
was naughty but I loved it and quickly got the idea. As I pulled the skin
down, his cock head would be revealed, all glistening and wet, only for it
to be covered up again by the loose skin on the upstroke. I was soon
jacking him with both hands for all I was worth, kneeling between his open
legs, his balls bouncing wildly. I don't remember playing with his
balls. Then 'it' happened. He thrust his hips high and I remember my
fingers being forced open as his cock suddenly pulsed beneath them with the
spunk blasting up its length. An instant later and a fountain was spraying
into the air before me.

I immediatly jumped back and stared at the scene. This huge (to me) cock
thrust up into the air, balls bunched tight against the base as it twitched
and blew seamen in pulses high into the air. The first astonishing fountain
of cum quickly faded, the white fluid dribbling over the head and down the
thick stalk before another gush of seamen not so high this time. I think he
sprayed such a mess on the bed that I don't remember what happened next. He
must have had to clean up damn sharpish, or maybe he was feeling guilty, I
don't know. But he didn't do anything else with me and I don't remember him
again after that and soon after I simply forgot about the incident. But my
curiosity would resurface a few years later with another man who took me to
the cinema on a day out.

Remembering all this made me cum again, my boyish spunk spattering my
belly. I remember how the guy licked his hand of my spunk so I did the
same. It tasted of nothing much and I wondered if a man's spunk would be
different. I definitely wanted to find out. And I would...