Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2008 09:09:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jax Metcalfe <pixajax@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cocksure Boiz 2

You know how it is. There's a line between dreaming about boys and actually
doing things with boys. Most of us most of the time just have our dreams,
dreams made more feverish by the stories we read, the pics we look at, or
the tasty boys we see every day of our lives, those look-but-don't-touch
angels that can drive a man crazy.

And now I had crossed that line. Here I was, a hard-on raging in my pants,
looking down at a smiling boy with his erect penis in his hand, waiting for
me to make the first move.

"Show me what you do, Julian."

My voice was little more than a croak. Funny how lust makes your mouth go
dry and your throat constrict. He smiled, more of a giggle really, and his
eyes widened. He did not take his gaze off mine for a second. I liked
that. I liked the nervous little giggle too. Something about this boy,
something almost girlish about him....

"You mean, do it in front of YOU, sir?"

"Yes."

Damn my croaky voice. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. I was
nervous as hell, realising the dangerous territory I entered. I glanced at
the door. Yes, the bolt was shot, nobody could blunder in and catch us.

"Julian, just let me see how you" - (oh hell, what word to use?) - how you
masturbate."

He giggled again.

"Ooh, I never heard anyone actually SAY that word before, sir! We call it
wanking, sir."

"FIne, erm, yes, fine. So, show me how you wank. Please!"

And with that, the sweet boy started to stroke his erect penis with swift
hard passes of his tight fist. I watched fascinated as the head of his cock
alternately appeared and disappeared into the warm tunnel of his fist. His
face was a picture of concentration now, his upper teeth biting his lower
lip as he pumped towards that wonderful explosive moment that makes being
male such a wonderful wonderful thing.

He looked at me longingly.

"I'm gonna cum, sir1" he gasped.

As I looked to see his ballsac tightly aligned, a thin jet of boycum shot
without warning from his engorged penis and described a beautiful arc in
the air before splashing over my trouser leg. Then another, then a third,
till my darling boy was spent. His shoulders slumped as the tension drained
from his body.

"Beautiful!" I breathed softly. "That was beautiful, Julian!"

He blushed prettily.

"I never did it in front of anyone before, sir. I guess you think I am a
dirty boy."

"No!" I almost shouted the word. "No way! It's the most beautiful thing in
the world when we can enjoy ourselves this way!"

He seemed to relax then. He looked down at my hand, which had been clamped
tightly over my aching bundle. My cock was straining harder than ever to be
released from the imprisonment of my pants.

"Would you do it for me now, sir? I never saw a man's....."

His words trailed away and his eyes widened as he watched me unzip and fish
my cock out of my pants. I am not one of those studs with a mighty wanger,
just a respectable six-incher, uncut, stiff as an iron rod now, but to my
little friend, I guess it looked enormous. He stared at it.

"You can touch it if you like, Julian," I said offering it to him.

He ran the tip of his forefinger over the exposed tip of my cockhead, then
over the velvety foreskin, feeling the prominent ridge beneath, and then
along the upperside of my cock until his finger reached my bush of dark
pubic hair. All this time, my cock was throbbing and twitching in reaction
to his feather-light caressing fingertip.

"Mmmm, it's so hard!" he said, an unmistakeable tone of admiration - or was
it envy? - in his voice. "...and yet soft too, the skin I mean, all warm
and silky."

He looked up at me and then back at my cock. He ran his finger over the
ridge of my helmet-shaped cockhead. The ridge was permanently engorged,
from so much wanking. I was a chronic masturbator and worked the magic at
every available moment, even if I didn't always cum. It kept me at fever
pitch, and it kept that ridge swollen and sensitive.

"I like this bit, sir!"

And he ran his fingers over my foreskin, and behind the ridge where it is
most sensitive. I couldn't stand it any longer.

"Wrap your fingers round me, Julian," I whispered, "do it for me!"

"You mean, jerk you off, sir?"

Our eyes met. He could see the pleading look in my eyes, and I could see
the agreement in his to complete his rite of passage by holding my mancock
and bringing me to climax.

"I don't want to do it wrong, sir."

"You won't, Julian, you will do it just right!"

"So. Like this, sir?"

And those slim almost girlish fingers wrapped themselves round the shaft of
my cock and began their task. Julian himself was cut, so he seemed
specially fascinated by my foreskin. He got his fist behind it and pushed
it forward over the ridge till my cockhead all but disappeared, and then
slid his fist right down to the base of my shaft, causing my cockhead to
emerge completely. I loved how fascinated he was, how we was totally
focussed now on my cock and on making it his own, his toy, his personal
mancock.

He giggled again.

"I like how it sort of bobs and bows, sir, everytime it comes out."

Sweet boy! He was right: that regular nod that your cockhead gives on every
downstroke gave the impression of your cock making a little bow.

"Both hands now, Julian," I whispered, "cup my balls with your other hand."

He paused.

"OK, sir. But why? Is it nice for you?"

"Nice for both of us! You will see. You will feel everything that happens
just before you make me cum."

"Wow."

And with that, my pretty boy concentrated now on bringing me off. I felt my
ballsac tighten as my balls aligned tightly at the base of my cock in
readiness to release their precious manseed cargo.

"I can feel it, sir," he whispered. "I can...."

And then my cock stiffened into even greater rigidity and juddered. Then a
moment of total silence and stillness.

"Wh-what's happen......"

But before he could finish his sentence, those slender fingers, those
little boy hands, had accomplished their task as surge after surge of my
manseed arced through the air, splashing Julian's face and lips and making
streaks of cum down his front.

I noticed a dribble of my cum oozing into his mouth. He licked his lips and
tasted, for the first time in his life, the indescribable taste and texture
of a man's semen.

I couldn't help myself. I grabbed him and pulled him to me, covering his
face with kisses, holding him tight, gripping his perfect boybutt and
pressing him to me. My mouth found his and we shared the taste of my cum
still oozing over his lips.

No point in writing any more at this time. It was a first for both of
us. Yes, that's right. As I said at the beginning, most of the time we just
dream about something like this happening. And now, for me, the dream had
come true, I felt good.

"Wow," my young lover said, "I never knew it could be so........"

And he hugged me. I mean he clung to me so tightly I could feel his heart
beating against my chest.

"We'd better get cleaned up, Julian. Can't go back into school covered in
cum!"

He giggled yet again. Then his face became serious.

"Can we do it again, sir? I mean, it was SO fun."

I patted him on the butt.

"We sure will, and we will do lots more fun things together. I promise."

Damn. Just the thought of the "more fun things" caused my cock to twitch
again. I realised not for the first time that I was a real horny perv!



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