Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2005 14:45:03 -0800
From: Bob Hook <bobhook10@hotmail.com>
Subject: boyhood of men (part 3)

Just down the street from our house was the park where I had encountered
Steve. On the far side of the park was a small shopping center, which
included a bookstore, a favorite haunt of mine, especially when the weather
was cold, or wet enough to preclude outdoor play, and the related boredom
would soon make this young boy restless for adventure.

The store was lined with rack after rack of books, magazines, and, my
personal favorite, comic books of all types! Over time, I had wiled away
many an hour scanning the bookshelves of this shop, and scouring over the
endless supply of comics, all with the tacit approval of the stores owner,
Mr. Tucker. He was a kindly man, probably in his mid-fifties, somewhat
portly, thick, silver hair, and ready smile. He took no mind to my amusing
myself with his product line, and in fact, often supplied small treats, such
as cookies, and hot chocolate, on those cool days! I had grown to truly
enjoy Mr. Tucker, and flattered myself that he felt the same, regarding my
presence in his establishment.

Today was one of those windy, and cool days, not yet raining, but certainly
the promise was contained in the heavy, dark, clouds that hung low in the
mid-morning sky! Bored with milling around the house, I told my Mother I was
going out, to browse the bookstore, and she had nodded her permission, no
doubt happy to have me out from underfoot for a while. I slipped on a jacket
over the sweatshirt, and sweatpants, that I wore, and pedaled my bike
through the park, pausing briefly at the large parking lot, to reflect, with
a smile, on the recent events that had occurred there, with Steve, inside of
his big car! My reflections produced the tingle in my small balls, and I
idly adjusted my little dick in my clingy sweats, then, moved on, to the
bookstore!

As I entered, the large silver bell affixed to the top of the door jingled,
alerting Mr. Tucker to the presence of a customer, or, in my case, a rainy
day browser. I closed the door against the wind, and walked over to the coat
rack that stood in the corner, removed my jacket, and hung it on a hook. As
I was attending to this task, I heard from behind me, 'Ahh,... Young Robby
has arrived!" Mr. Tucker greeted me, "I expected you would be along today,
given this nasty weather!" I smiled back, and nodded, saying, "Yes Sir, it's
a books kind of day, for sure!" Mr. Tucker approached, and tousled my shaggy
hair, and said, "Well, it's plenty comfortable in here, Robby, and of course
you are most welcome, Son!" I grinned, and thanked him. "Your outfit looks
warm, and comfortable, just right for this kind of day!" Mr. Tucker said,
"But then, just about any outfit would look good, on a handsome lad like
you, Robby-boy!" I blushed, and giggled lightly, muttering, "Guess so,
sir.....thank you!" He nodded, and placed his hand on my back, stroking me
lightly, and told me, "You just make yourself at home, Son, I'm just working
on some papers, over at the desk." I thanked him again, and walked over to
the comics rack, as he retreated toward the rear of the small shop.

I selected a few favorites, and moved to the big beanbag chair that sat in
the corner, and burrowed into the pliable mass, scooting my small butt into
the padding, my legs stretched out before me, and immersed my mind in the
adventure of Batman's current issue. After a while, I became aware of Mr.
Tucker moving about the shop, and paused my Batman epic, to observe the man,
as he moved about, placing books on the various shelves within the store. He
looked very much what you would expect a bookstore owner to look like,
distinguished, in a way, a kind smile, and a mellow demeanor, perhaps even a
touch of loneliness showing through. I idly wondered if there had ever been
a Mrs. Tucker, or children, though no evidence of that had ever shown itself
within the store. He moved with cat like grace, I noted, and, as he stood on
the rolling ladder, stretched out, to reach the shelf behind him, I noticed
for the first time the somewhat thick bulge at his crotch, where an
apparently good sized man cock rested against his thick thigh! I stared at
the protruding bulge, and felt the familiar tingle in my small balls, and a
thickening of my boy cock!

"Can I help you, Sir?" I called out, and Mr. Tucker paused, then smiled, and
answered, "Well, yes, actually, young Robby, if you don't mind..." I
scrambled to my feet, and approached the ladder, looking upward toward the
man, my eyes not moving past the large lump in his slacks that I knew to be
a man cock, much like Steve's! "What would you like me to do, Sir?" I asked,
my eyes locked on that bulge. He looked down, followed my gaze, slowly
smiled, and said, "Well...umm...a good many things,
actually.....but....well...just hand me those books, there, please Robby."
Slowly, I tore my eyes away from his thick man part, and retrieved a small
stack of books from the table, and reached, to pass them up to the man. He
reached an arm out toward me, and I reached mine upward, and as the exchange
took place, the back of my hand pressed against that bulge in his slacks,
and he gasped, loudly, freezing in place! I glanced up at him, and he was
still, so, instantly choosing curious over caution, I pressed my hand
against the lump, then turned the hand over, and firmly gripped the thick
shaft in my fingers, squeezing it! Mr. Tucker gasped again, then moaned,
"Ohhhh....Robby!"

I clamped, and released, clamped again, and stroked the hardening flesh in
my small hand, as the man groaned, and leaned back onto the ladder, his eyes
gone wide, as he looked down on me, in shock, and disbelief, mixed with
lust, and a definite interest in having me continue my assault on his
growing manhood! "Ohhhh....God....Robby....what...? he croaked, and I smiled
up at him, and brought my free hand to the zip of his slacks, digging for
the tab, and sliding it down fully! "Robbyyyy....!!" He chirped, "Ohhh....!"
As I dug inside his opened fly, and seized his pulsing manhood, freeing it
from his slacks, to poke out at me, as my small hand once again grasped it,
and stroked its thick length, thumbing the slick head, knowing how special
that would feel to the now shaking man! He groaned deeply, both hands
gripping the ladder rails tightly, as I slowly jerked his man meat, up and
down its length!

My heart was pounding in my ears, as I reveled in the pulsing heat of the
great thing, working the smooth skin over the hard center, feeling it jerk,
and thrust, in my small hand! I giggled when I noticed the drop of clear
fluid ooze from the slit, and I quickly dabbed at it with my thumb, smearing
the slick stuff over the large plumb head, as the man groaned louder from
his perch on the ladder! I increased my pace then, remembering clearly how
awesome it had been when Steve's man cock had dispensed the copious, white,
juice, spraying it all over the car's interior, and I desperately wanted to
see Mr. Tucker's throbbing rod do the same!

Up and down, I stroked the man cock, noting with a grin the increased
discharge of fluid that he was offering, and his moans and groans continued,
as he stood there, seemingly frozen, save for the slight flexing of his wide
hips, as he humped into my jacking hand! "Ohhhh...God....Son....I'm
gonna......CUMMMM.....!" He roared, and his hips slammed forward, and I felt
his thick cock grow thicker, and harder, then, jerk strongly, and spasm, in
my gripping, rubbing, fist, then explode, the thick, white, cream jetting
forth from the wide slit, arching in long ropes, one after the other,
arching through the air, to splatter the shiny wood floor, and paint across
several magazines that lay on the adjacent tabletop! My eyes were side with
wonder at the incredible sight, and I watched with delight as the spitting
man cock relaxed, and the remaining white stuff drooled from its eye, and
slimed my small hand, as I continued to slowly rub the shrinking flesh!

Mr. Tucker, face all sweaty, and flushed, groaned some more above me, then
bent his shaky legs a bit, and reached down to seize my stroking hand,
pulling it off his now sensitive man meat, as he said, gasping, "Oh
Robby....God, Son....please....stop now, boy....please!" I stepped back,
bringing my slimy hand to my face, looking, and smelling, his creamy
essence, and my small tongue slowly slid out, slaving at the thick goo,
savoring it's bitter, salty, flavor on my tongue, as I gazed up at the still
gasping man, and smiled!

Mr. Tucker shakily made his way off the ladder, and dropped to his knees
beside me. He gripped my small wrist in his strong hand, and raised my gooey
hand close to my grinning face, and hissed, "Did you like the taste, boy?" I
blushed, and nodded, looked down at the floor and squeaked, "Yessir..!" He
smiled, and brought my slick hand to his lips, and licked at the streaks of
his man cum, nodded, and said, "yes....well...!" He released my hand, then
gripped my face between his big hands, and grinned at me, saying, "I don't
have any idea whatever possessed you, boy.......but.....my God....thank you,
Son!" He said, seriously. I blushed some more, and giggled, nodding, and
answered, 'Yes Sir!" He pulled me to him then, and wrapped me in a huge hug,
my rock hard boy dick pressed deeply into his large tummy, then released me,
and placed one large hand firmly on my boy bulge where it seriously tented
my sweatpants, squeezing, and rubbing my small, hard nail, as he grinned at
me, and said, "Your turn, Robby-boy!" He hooked his fingers in the waistband
of my pants, and swiftly skinned them below my knees, taking my white briefs
with them, and freeing my stiff dick to his gaze! "Ohhh... My!" He sang, and
his hand captured my aching tool, stroking it, as his other hand went to my
wrinkled balls, tugging, and rolling the small orbs in his fingers!

My hands went to his shoulders, gripping him for balance as my knees went
weak from his touch, and the tingle, and my small hips flexed, as the man
rubbed me everywhere, groaning, and mumbling, then bent, and sucked my
jerking boy cock deeply into his warm mouth, his head moving back and forth,
his long fingers grazing my tight balls! "Unnnngg.....Unnnnngg..!" I purred,
as the sweet tingle lit up my tiny balls, and made my tight hole flex, as
the bright stars began to bounce in front of my eyes! "Ohhhh....Sir..!" I
sang, and the man increased his sucking on my quaking cock, moving wetly up
and down my length, until my knees buckled, and my hips drove forward, and I
growled, my dry orgasm overtaking my small body, and wracking me with wave
after wave of pleasure, so intense I thought I'd pass out! The man stayed
with me, sucking my jerking boy cock, feeling it spasm inside his hot mouth,
until the bright stars blinded me, and my legs gave, and I collapsed,
slowly, to the floor, heart pounding, and gasping for breath, as Mr. Tucker
held me, and rocked me, in his strong, mans, arms!

(To Be Continued)
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