Date: Tue, 04 Jan 2005 10:28:31 -0800
From: Bob Hook <bobhook10@hotmail.com>
Subject: boyhood of men (part one)

Even though it's fiction, this story contains explicit descriptions of sex
between underage boy(s) and adult men, so if reading such material is
unlawful in your city/town, or you are offended by the subject matter,  or,
if you're under age yourself, please don't read further. For the rest of you
so inclined, enjoy!!

Boyhood Of Men
      (Part one)

It started, I guess, about 3 years ago, when I was 10. I had begun to notice
that for some reason, certain grownup men often seemed interested in me, in
more than just a cute little boy kind of way. Certain men, at times,
actually expressed interest in talking to me, or having me tell them about
things I liked, etc, and some were quite intent on physical contact, like
touching me, or messing my hair, or getting me on their lap, things like
that. I didn't actually mind it, even kind of liked it, most of the time, it
just was kind of strange, is all. I mean, what would an adult man care about
a 10 year old boy, right?

I have looked at pictures of myself at that age, and I guess I was actually
sort of cute, my shaggy cut, sandy colored hair, those wispy bangs across my
forehead, and my very, very, blue eyes, My face is an oval shape, and when I
smile, there are these deep dimples in my cheeks, and my small, white, teeth
show a lot. I was pretty small sized then, still am, sort of, at like 4' 9"
tall, and I weighed maybe 85 pounds, or so. My skin is really nice, I think,
really smooth, and not any freckles, or anything. There's lots of pictures
of me in shorts, or like at the beach, where I'm not wearing a shirt, so
most of my skin shows in them, and its actually pretty creamy looking. My
nipples look really small, like a dime, maybe, and I have an "inny" belly
button. My legs are kind of thin, and I'm like really suntan in most of the
pictures, so probably I was shirtless lots. Probably I had a killer tan
line, without any clothes on!

Oh, I know for sure how I looked then, naked, cause I used to spend lots of
time looking at me that way, in the big door mirror in my bedroom. I sort of
discovered my little two inch boy dick when I was like 9, and I got to where
I spent a lot of time looking at it, and touching it, because I liked how it
made me feel all good, plus, it was real fun making it get all stiff, and
hard! Any chance I had to be alone, I'd get all undressed and stand in front
of that mirror, and play with my little dick, and look at my stiffy from
different angles, and make it jump, and jerk, while I giggled. I soon
discovered that if felt really, really, good to sort of rub my finger on the
smooth, rounded, end of it, and I did that, often! Sometimes I liked to turn
around, too, and look over my shoulder, so I could check out my butt, too,
or even bend way over, and look back through my legs, giggling at the small
bag of tight balls tucked between my thighs, and even see the tiny, pink
colored, hole, that way.

I really like my small balls lots, too. They are way bigger now, but when I
was nine, and ten, they were really little sized, and the ball sack was like
really tight, and sort of all wrinkled, too. It felt nice to sort of hold
that bag in my hand, and like move my little balls all around. It made me
get all stiff, doing that, too.

Anyway, the very first time I remember about a grown up man liking me, was
this pretty old guy who lived like behind my friend Jimmy's house. He had a
wife, but there was something wrong with her, because she had to always sit
in this wheelchair, or just be in bed. He was pretty old, but pretty nice,
too, when I'd see him, like on the street, and sometimes at the park, so I
didn't care about going to his front door when Jimmy threw our Frisbee over
the fence, and into his back yard. It was pretty much time for me to go
home, anyway, so I just told Jimmy that I'd stop off over at Mr. Wilson's on
my way, and ask him to let me get the Frisbee, and then I'd see him
tomorrow. So I hopped on my bike, and rode around the block, leaned my bike
against Mr. Wilson's garage, and rang his doorbell.

Mr. Wilson opened the door, and, seeing me standing there, wearing these
small, blue shorts, and some tennis shoes, he smiled down at me, saying,
"Well, hi there, young Robby, what can I do for you, Son? I smiled back, and
answered, "Hi Mr. Wilson, I, uh, sort of need to go in your backyard for a
minute, Sir." The large man peered down at me, his furry brows arching, and
asked, "Really....and why would that be, Robby?" I shuffled a little, then
told him, "Uh, well, Sir, me and Jimmy like accidentally tossed our Frisbee
into your yard, so I need it back." Mr. Wilson smiled again, and replied,
"Ah, Frisbee throwing, that would explain why you're flushed, and kind of
sweaty!" I nodded, and said, "Guess so, Sir." Mr. Wilson stepped back from
the door, and said, "OK, young man, come on in, and we'll see what we can
do, but, please, be really quiet, because the wife is sleeping right now." I
nodded, and stepped inside.

Mr. Wilson led the way to his kitchen, and out the back door, to the patio.
We stood side by side, surveying the backyard, trying to locate the Frisbee.
In a moment, I spotted it, stuck in the branches of a large evergreen tree.
"There it is, Sir!" I said, pointing. "Ah, yes, good!" The man replied, and
we walked over to the tree. The disc was fairly high up, so that neither of
us could reach it from the ground. Mr. Wilson turned to me and said, "Let me
lift you up, Robby, and see if you can reach it, that way." I nodded, and he
bent down, placed his big hands into my hairless armpits, and lifted me,
then gripped my waist, and lifted me higher, as I stretched way out, trying
for the Frisbee.

Mr. Wilson changed his grip on me then, and I felt his big hand close over
the front of my shorts, his thick fingers clamping onto my small cock, as
his other hand cupped the firm cheeks of my butt! I gasped at the sensation
of his touch on me there, and I felt my little dick grow rapidly, and get
all hard, like it does lots! "Can you reach it, Son?" The man asked me, as
his groping fingers closed, and opened, on my now stiff boy dick. "Uh,
almost, Sir, can you just lift me a tiny bit more?" He grunted, and shifted,
his front hand never losing it's grip on my dick, and his back hand pressed
tighter on my clenched butt, pushing upward, as my arm snaked out, and
slapped at the Frisbee, causing to dislodge, and fall to the lawn! "Oh,
cool, Sir, I got it!" I chirped, and Mr. Wilson relaxed some, and I slid
downward in his grasp, my butt now pressed against his chest, as he slipped
is arms around my middle, the one beefy hand still clamping my boner!

"Good job, Son!" he said, making no effort to release me, as I began to
relax against his strong torso, thoroughly enjoying the tingles I was
feeling from his gripping and releasing my hard little dick! "Yes Sir, we
did good, Sir!" I giggled, and I felt Mr. Wilson take a really deep breath,
then exhale it, as he held me, and settled us both down to the grass,
pulling my butt onto his lap, his hand still holding my stiffy. "Are you,
OK, Robby?" he asked, "I didn't put too much pressure on you, did I?" he
asked, quietly. "No Sir!" I answered, "It's pretty cool, actually!" He moved
his groping hand around in my tented crotch, gripping my rock hard nail in
his thick fingers, and said quietly, "yes, very, very, cool, indeed!" He
released me then, and said, "Get your Frisbee, Robby, and we'll go back
inside, and have a cold drink, how is that?" I stood, my boned up cock
obscenely tenting the front of my small shorts, directly in front of the
kneeling mans face, and squeaked, "Yes Sir, cool!"

Mr. Wilson stood then, and I noticed a bulge at the front of his slacks,
too, and I giggled, realizing that his man cock was all hard, like mine, and
I scooted off to retrieve the Frisbee. He led me back into the kitchen, got
sodas from the fridge, and he sat on a kitchen chair, positioning me,
standing in front of him. He opened the sodas, and handed me one, and
smiled, saying, "Uh, sorry, Robby, about, uh, having my hand, uh, there,
before, just kind of worked out that way!" I nodded, and giggled, and told
him, "It's cool, Sir, I, uh, sorta liked it, actually!" His bushy eyebrows
rose, and arched, and he replied, "Hmmm....I see...really?" I felt the
heated blush crawl up my cheeks, and I looked at the floor, nodding, and
squeaked, "Yes Sir, Really, Sir!" Mr. Wilson put his hand under my chin, and
lifted my head, so I looked at him, and he smiled broadly, and said, "Good
boy, Robby.....you wait right here...I'll be back in just a second, OK?" I
nodded, and he got up, and left the kitchen, to ensure his wife was still
asleep.

I stood there, my young mind racing with possibilities of what was to come!
My little dick was still completely boned, and stuck straight out in my
small shorts, obviously interested in further adventure, and I shuddered,
remembering the tingly feeling I had gotten as his big hand gripped me
there, and longed to repeat the pleasure, soon, and often! Reflexively, I
reached down, and gripped my pulsing dick, rubbing it back and forth, a
small groan escaping from my chest! Mr. Wilson reappeared, and sat back on
the chair, in front of me. He smiled, and his large hand came forward, his
palm pressing against my small, bare, chest, and rubbing small circles on my
warm skin. "You have very nice skin, Robby." He told me, softly, as his hand
rubbed over my chest, his thick fingers grazing my tiny nipples, causing
them to tingle, and get like all stiff, too! "Touching a sweet boy this way
is a very special treat, for an old man, Robby.....you don't mind, do you,
Son?" he asked me. I shook my head no, and answered, "I think it feels
really good to me, too, Sir, actually!" He nodded, smiling at me, then
gently pinched my left nipple in his big fingers, and asked me, "Does this
feel good, Son?" I gasped, from the burning sensation, and nodded, rapidly,
saying nothing. "Good boy!" he muttered, moving across to tweak my other
tiny nipple in his chubby fingers! I reflexively pushed out my small chest,
and groaned, nodding my head, still!

He played with my stiff nipples for a while, his other hand snaking behind
me, to cup, and stroke my firm, small, butt, his fat finger pressing into
the crack, pulling the front of my small shorts even tighter against my
straining dick! The man's hand dropped lower,  rubbing the creamy skin of my
soft tummy, as he continued to feel my butt. "Hmmm...so soft.....so smooth,
and creamy!" he mumbled, making back and forth passes over my tummy. I was
panting now, my small chest flushed, and rising, and falling, rapidly! His
large hand dropped again, firmly gripping my aching boy cock, as he said,
"This fine, little, man must be very tight, in these tiny shorts,
Son......how about I let him out, hmmm?" I groaned, from the wonder of his
touch, and nodded my head even faster, whispering, "Oh yes,
Sir.....please.....yes Sir!" He chuckled, and squeezed my boy dick tightly,
then looked at me, and said, very seriously, "You can't tell anyone, Robby,
if I do this, OK, Son?" I nodded rapidly some more, and answered, "Oh no way
Sir.....not ever, Sir!" The man grinned then, slowly nodding his head, and
mumbled, "Good boy....such a good boy!" His two hands gripped the elastic
waist of my small shorts then, and in one, smooth, motion, Mr. Wilson pushed
them down my hairless legs, and they pooled at my feet, my rock hard
cocklett standing stiffly, straight out from my hairless groin, bouncing
with my rapid pulse! Mr. Wilson groaned, and sucked in his breath sharply!
"Oh God.....oh Robby....how beautiful!" he croaked, his big hand coming up,
and seizing my throbbing shaft, squeezing it, and moving back and forth on
the smooth skin! I shuddered, and felt my knees go weak, and I reached out,
placing my hands on his shoulders, to keep my balance!

His man hand stroked my pounding hardon, while his other hand rubbed the
creamy smooth skin of my thighs, then gently cupped my tiny balls, tugging,
and rolling them in the tight bag! I groaned, and rolled my head back,
gasping loudly, "Ohhhh....Mr. Wilson!!" He nodded, and passed his fat thumb
back and forth over the small, smooth head of my dancing cock, causing me to
jerk, and groan deeply! "Nice, eh, Son?" he asked softly, and I groaned
again, saying, "Oh Sir.....yes Sir!" His big hands worked all of my boy
parts, stroking, rubbing, tugging, and pulling, until I thought I'd pass
out, it all felt soooo good! He scooted closer to me, mumbling some words I
couldn't make out, then grunted, and uttered, "Got to....just so damn
perfect...!" and he bent down, and slid my jerking boy cock inside his warm
wet, mouth! I jumped, and groaned deeply, my head exploding, and rolling
side to side, so intense was the feeling, as the man sucked my small member
to its very root, the thick tongue rolling across my shaft, and probing the
tiny slit at the head! His hands circled around me, gripping my naked butt
cheeks, and squeezing, one thick finger pressed into my hot crack, and
poking at my tight hole!

His large head moved up and down my jerking cock, and his fat finger pressed
firmly into my tiny pucker, then through, and slipped up inside my hole, as
his mouth sucked at me! I rose up on my tiptoes, groaning loudly from the
full feeling in my butt, and I grabbed onto the mans hair, thrusting my
small hips at his, pumping my burning cock into his hot cavern! He pushed
his finger in and out of my butt, and sped up his head movements, as I felt
my tiny balls jerk, and my knees turned to rubber, as my head exploded, star
bursts dancing behind my eyes, as I jerked through my dry cumm, calling out
loudly, "Ohhhhhh....Ohhhhhhhhh......SIR!" Mr. Wilson kept sucking, and
fingering, me for a bit, then released me, and sat back on the chair,
pulling me forward, and up, onto his lap, as he held me, and stroked my
back, while I shuddered, and panted, trying to understand what just
happened, how awesome I felt, and how much I loved it all!

He rocked me, and held me, saying, over, and over, "Robby.....oh God....how
wonderful....such a good boy, Robby!" Slowly, I calmed down, and got my
regular breathing back, and Mr. Wilson released his tight grip on me,
sitting back, and grinning at me, as he said, "Wonderful, Son.......just
wonderful!" I grinned back, and nodded, answering, "Yes Sir!" He rubbed me
all over, just gently touching my skin, and played a bit with my now tiny
little boy dick, and my shrunken balls, then, scooted up, and deposited me
back on the floor, standing again, before him. He looked me up and down,
grinning widely, and picked up my small shorts, holding them, as I stepped
back into them. As he pulled them up my smooth legs, he paused, bent
forward, and softly licked, and kissed, my shriveled boy cock, then got the
shorts into place. He kissed my sweating forehead, and said, gently, "Now
remember, Son, this is our secret, and if you promise not to tell, we can do
this another time!" I smiled, and nodded, and replied, Oh yes Sir, just our
secrete, Sir, I promise, Sir!"

(To Be Continued)
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