Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 17:39:20 +0000
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Cock

As a young boy, growing up without a Father, I grew very close to my
Mother. At the Junior school, she'd always walk me to school and meet me
afterwards, giving me a big cuddle in front of my friends, every
time. During school holidays, I was packed off to Grannies , as Mum had to
work. Granny spoilt me, and I played on it, getting her to let me "Dress
Up" in her clothes. I was nearly her size at the age of 10, so I looked
nice as a "Girl", always looking in the mirror. During this last schools
holiday before going up to the senior school, Granny got me a job at the
local newsagents.

I was legally too young to work, but the newsagent took me on, to get there
early and organise the paper rounds. Getting just enough papers into each
bag for the boys to deliver. Granny got me up early enough to get there by
6.00. It was summer, so I went in shorts and a tee shirt for the 5 minute
cycle ride. For half an hour each morning, it was just me and George, the
shop owner. I was busy getting the paperboys bags filled, but George kept
brushing passed me. At first I thought it was accidental, but after a few
days, I realised it wasn't.

I'd heard rumours about "Dirty Old Men" at school, but now I knew I'd met
one. I noticed a magazine would lay open by the till. One day I saw it was
called "Health and Efficiency". It was a colour magazine showing naked men,
women and children. I kept looking at it. George told me to take it home,
but not to let anyone else see it. Alone in my bedroom, dressed in some of
Grannies clothes, I flicked through it. Wow, what lovely pictures, but I
was drawn to the naked men and boys. I couldn't help looking at their
cocks. All night I wanked my self off, cuming in Grannies panties several
times.

Next day I took the magazine back and George asked "Did you enjoy that"? I
nodded, and went into the single staff toilet for a pee. George came in and
stood there watching me peeing. "I bet you wanked yourself silly didn't
you"? I nodded and stopped peeing, but stood there holding my school-boy
cock. "I'll have a pee while I'm here" he whispered and moved up close to
me. All George wore were a pair of baggy jogging bottoms and a stretched
sweatshirt. He stepped up to the toilet pan and hooked his thumbs in the
waistband, then pulled downwards. I stood and watched as more and more of
his underpants came into view, until the jogging bottoms ended up around
his knees, and I could see all of his navy blue y-fronts.

"I better be quick, cause those delivery boys will be in soon" he whispered
as he started to pull the front of his pants down. I stood and watched,
seeing curly hair, then just the top of his cock....then...OOOhhhh.. all of
it. A soft 60ish year old cock, only inches away. I saw him take careful
hold of it and pull back the foreskin, revealing a big purple head. It
looked so lovely. I'd only seen my schoolboy friend's cocks at school. We
stood there side by side for several seconds, looking down at each others
cocks, then he said very softly. "I don't want to go now, that's funny". I
watched as his fingers started to move his foreskin to and fro, very
slowly, but it was definitely a wanking movement. "I suppose we'd better go
back to work" he whispered "But we'd better not tell anyone that we've seen
each others cocks, eh??? It'll be our little secret". I nodded in silence,
and watched as he slowly pulled his pants and jog bottoms up. In seconds
delivery
 boys were arriving, and I was still busy sorting out their paper rounds.

Half an hour later they were all gone, delivering what I had put in their
bags. The shop was empty. "That was luck" he said "We nearly got caught in
the toilet together" and smiled at me. I smiled back, and glanced at the
front of his jog bottoms.  Knowing what was in them was a deliciously
naughty feeling, and I thought about it all that day. At the end of my
shift, I saw another magazine by the till. The title was "Schoolboy
Secrets" "Take that one home, but don't let anyone see it ok"?  I nodded,
slipped it down the front of my trousers and walked home.

I went straight up to my room and hid the book in my favourite place. Late
in the afternoon I made an excuse to go upstairs and do some homework. I
wedged a chair under the door handle as a lock, got the book and laid on
the bed. I thought it would be like the last one but WOW. It was lots of
colour pictures of a boy and a teacher together. Different boys and
teachers, in different classrooms, changing rooms, showers, and some
outside in the woods. Most showed teachers kissing boys. The boys seemed to
like it, then groping. Teachers hands down inside boys trousers. Soon they
were naked, with stiff cocks, and the teachers were pushing their cocks
into the boys mouths, and again the boys seemed to like it. Towards the end
there were pictures of a boy kneeling astride his teacher, and slowly
lowering his bottom onto the teachers stiff cock, until the whops cock was
up inside him. OOhhhh I couldn't stop wanking. Twice in the night and again
before I got up.

I got to the shop earlier the next morning, and put the magazine back on
the counter. "Like it" he asked. I just nodded silently, and squeezed
passed George on my way to the toilet. I left the door open a bit, put the
light on, and stood there like yesterday, trousers and pants down and cock
in hand. In seconds he came in and stood beside me. "You're early" he said
as his thumbs started to pull the jog bottoms down. I watched, adding "I
couldn't sleep". The y-fronts weren't just pulled down at the front, they
were eased right down to where the jog bottoms were, around his knees. He
just stood there, letting me look.

"Tell the truth" he whispered "You were wanking, Weren't you"?? Again I
just silently nodded, my eyes fixed on his cock, all that curly hair,
smooth shaft and big helmet. "It's alright, all boys do it, it's
normal. Even some grown men do it." I looked up at his face for a
second. He nodded and smiled, then I looked back down at his cock. I felt
his arm slip around my shoulder, and pull me to him. I ended up leaning
against him with my head resting on his shoulder. "It's alright my pretty
boy" he whispered very softly. "If you want to take a book and come in here
for a wank, I won't mind, honestly. I'll show you my secret hiding place
for dirty books. I've got loads." He leant forward and I felt a kiss on my
forehead, a bit like Mums or Grans.

"We're special friends aren't we"? he whispered in my ear. I looked up at
his face. "We show each other our cocks, so that makes us very special
friends, eh"? I nodded and received a kiss on my cheek, and a second later
one on my lips, then another. "There, just like the teachers and boys in
the book, kissing. That makes us special friends"?? I nodded again. "But
not a word to anyone, ok"? I glanced down and nodded. His fingers were
rolling the foreskin up and down. "Oh that feels nice" He whispered," but
nicer when someone else does it, like those schoolboys in the book. They
like playing with teachers cock don't they"?? I looked up and saw him
smiling at me, and when his head began to bend towards me, I lifted mine to
meet him. Our lips met and stayed together for a few seconds. I felt the
stubble around his mouth. I felt all grown up. I couldn't help it, but my
fingers were around my cock, and I was wanking furiously, my little
boy-cock fully stiff
 now.

"We'd better go into the shop" he said, so we pulled our clothes up and
went to work. At the end of my shift he gave me the same book. "Have
another good wank my pretty boy" he said "and I get in at 5.00, an hour
before the boys, if you can get up that early"

I wanked all night and was opening the shop door at 5.05. "You're early,
look the door, no-one will be here for ages" he said, and I obeyed. I
followed him to the end of the counter, then just round the corner out of
sight of the door. His arm slid round me again, and pulled me to him. Once
more I was standing, leaning against him, my head on his shoulder. I pulled
the book out from the front of my shorts and gave it to him. "Have a good
wank"? he asked. I nodded, lifted my head, and slid my arm around his
waist. By lifting my head I was asking for a kiss, but he knew that, and
placed his stubbly lips on mine. Once, twice, then a gap, which I filled by
lowering my hand to his bottom cheek, where I began to squeeze him. His
head moved down again, so mine moved up. Our lips met, more stubble. I
could feel the outline of his y-fronts under his jog pants, picked the
elastic hem up with my fingers, pulled it out, and let it "Twang" back
against his bottom
 cheek.. "Does that mean you want my trousers and pants down"? he
whispered. I nodded and lifted my head.

As his head came close I saw him poke his tongue out and start to lick me
all around and over my lips. I'd heard of this sort of kissing, so I parted
my lips, and in a second his tongue was filling my mouth. As we kissed, I
began to tug at his waistband. The jog bottoms began to slide down. The
kiss ended and I looked down to see his bulging y-fronts. Another kiss,
more tongue and I felt him helping. When I looked down again his jog pants
and y-fronts were down around his ankles. His cock was semi hard and
standing straight out, the foreskin back, showing off that lovely
helmet. His cock must have been 3 or 4 times the size of mine. "Your turn"
he said

I slid my shorts and pants down to the floor and started to step out of
them. "There's a lovely boy" he whispered, pulling me to him. Our kisses
now turned into a snog, my hand on his bottom cheek again. When the snog
ended he took my hand and wrapped it around his almost completely stiff
cock. Another kiss, during which I started to wank him. It seemed the right
thing to do. Between kisses he told me how lovely it felt. My little hand
on his man-sized cock.

End of Part One