Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 20:31:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: SHEP <shep0454@yahoo.com>
Subject: CUMMING INTO HIS OWN:  A BOY'S TAIL...just saying!

TO THE NIFTY ADMINISTRATION: THIS STORY HAS TO DO WITH PRE-TEENS AND
AUTHORITY FIGURES WHICH WILL INCLUDE SOME FAMILY MEMBERS, SO WHICHEVER
CATEGORY THAT YOU THINK IT WILL BE APPROPRIATE FOR, THAT'S OK WITH ME!
THANX FOR THE OPPORTUNITY!...SHEP

CUMMING INTO HIS OWN: A BOY'S TAIL...just saying!


***SINCE A FEW OF YOU ENJOYED 'SON OF WILSON', THOUGHT I'D TRY THIS LITTLE
STORY...WITHOUT THE WILDLIFE, BUT STILL KIND OF WORTH SHARING...BUT THAT
WILL BE UP TO YOU TO DETERMINE...ENJOY!...just saying!

I really didn't understand what all the fuss was about!!?!?  All I was
doing was changing out of my gym shorts and sneakers and back into my
jockeys.  My soccer team for the gym class today had been 'skins' which I
like a lot since I sweat like a sponge being squeezed!

All of a sudden coach passes by me and my locker and tells me to follow
him...'...AS IS...!!!'  So I dropped my jeans and took off after him while
the other guys 'cat called' and hooted like I was in trouble or something.
Jess Carlton even pinched his nose together as I passed by:

'ASSHOLE...'!!!...just saying!


Usually, I shower with some of the other guys, but since this is the last
class for the school day, we had the option to not shower if we didn't want
to!  Not that I'm ashamed of the size of my peter...heck, no!!!  For an
eleven year old, daddy said I was coming along just fine in that
department.  He always made a point to notice it when we got ready in the
mornings; telling me how proud he was of his: '...little man...'!!!!
That's what he called me...and I'd laugh and trade places with him in the
shower in order to get ready for school!

Since the beginning of the school year a few months ago, I always tried to
leave a little early to meet up with my buddy Chuck so that we could walk
the two blocks to our Junior High School.  We both are in the seventh grade
this year and having a blast...!  We'd been best bros since kindergarten
and I'd bet you my favorite video game that right about now, he was
responsible for Carlton trying to figure out why he was laying on the tile
floor there in the shower room...that kind of 'good buddy'!

But for the last three or four weeks, I have purposely been late in getting
to his house after he had already left.  He just thought I was over
sleeping two or three days a week...but that's alright!  There's just some
things even the best of friends don't share...at least for right now!

Here we were now: coach Roberts and me in my white Fruit of the Looms
paddling across the locker room floor to his office with the sound of
splish-splash from the puddles scattered here and there from the drip
drying of a bunch of young 'tween' torsos getting ready to play a little
slap ass with the old thread worn shower room towels that wouldn't be heard
once coach closed his office door!

Lowering his five foot ten over pumped upper body and skinny hipped lower
body into his swivel desk chair, he sprawled back with his fleece sweat
pants spread like a welcome mat; he fixed his eyes on the young boy
standing on the other side of that metal desk wearing the piss stained
jockeys that could barely contain his bulging boyhood.

The boy was probably all of five foot seven or eight and couldn't weigh
much more than one hundred thirty-thirty five pounds and at that point of
development where, true enough, there was some cut coming to his torso but
his arms and legs were still wiry.  The kid was freckled and ginger headed
and always had that wide eyed kind of 'wow!!  look at that' expression
where it seemed that everything that he encountered was in it's own way
amazing and wonderful!

Yeah!  Coach Roberts had noticed that this young man had great potential to
be a stand out...and he made a point to share this information so that
others would also be able to watch for these extraordinary attributes...and
they did!...just saying!

'WHAT'S UP, HUMPHRIES!?!?!'....

'Humphries' is my last name; most people call me 'Hank'!  Dad's 'Henry'!
Grandpa's 'Senior'...Dad's a 'Junior'...and I'm the 'III'; please don't
tell the other guys!!!  I'd have HELL to pay with that fancy-shmancy title
shit!

'WHAT'DYAH MEAN COACH!?!!?'...I was really confused!?!?!  He's the one that
called my ass into the office!  I just
followed...duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!!

'GOTTA WHIFF OF YOU AS I WALKED PASS YOU A COUPLE OF TIMES OUT THERE ON THE
FIELD TODAY!  WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT ODOR WAS THAT I SMELLED!?!?!?!'

Heck, if I knew...and I told him so!

'WELL, IT WASN'T SWEAT....WELL, NOT ALL OF IT ANYWAY!!!'

I had no idea what he smelled...outside of good ol' body odor!  Since a few
hairs had started to sprout around my Johnson and under my arms, Dad made a
point to encourage me to use his Old Spice stick deodorant.  All the rest
of my buddies were using that Axe crap from on TV, but I liked the way my
old man smelled....well, like a man!  He laughed one morning when I told
him that while scratching under his ball sack and hacking up a luggie to
spit into the toilet!

So, I did the not quite a teenager dumb stare thing, which was fairly easy
since I had no idea at all what he was talking about!!!

All of a sudden, the older man sat up right in the desk chair and told me
to grab a hold of the edge of the grey metal desk.  OK!  Why not...so I
did!  There I stood in my underwear and nothing else leaning in with a grip
on coach's desk with my legs spread apart...like in the police shows on
TV...('...Book 'em, Dano...'...kind of thing,...)....!

Coach walked behind me and snorted loudly as if trying to inhale all the
damn air in the small office!  I jumped a bit because it was unexpected and
sounded fierce in some way...like a dog or animal of some sort or the
other!

'WHAT'S THIS WET SPOT ON YOUR DRAWERS, BOY!!?!'...

...and being eleven, my answer was chronologically appropriate: 'WHAT WET
SPOT...!?!?!!'

'DON'T BE SMART WITH ME...THIS ONE HERE....'...and with that, I suddenly
felt a thick meaty finger dig through the cotton briefs drilling for
whatever wet stuff that he'd noticed.  All at once, that same finger was
under my nose and I guess I was suppose to sniff it; so I did!

OOOOOOH!!!!  That smell!!  I'd never really paid a whole lot of attention
to what that stuff smelled like; usually, I was too busy dealing with other
things when all of that was happening!  But I could have told him how much
I liked the taste!  I'd really grown to take a hankering for that...most
every morning...well, at least two or three mornings a week, anyway!

'I DUNNO..............'...was the best lie I could come up with on the spur
of the moment!  To be honest, I really wasn't sure what it was called!  It
wasn't anything that came up in conversation those early mornings...in
fact, there wasn't a lot of any conversation to speak of during those
fifteen minutes or so...!  Nah!  Talking had nothing to do with where that
wet stuff was cumming from...none at all!

Then with no further discussion or anyone asking 'may I' or even a warning
with an encouragement to relax a bit like I hear those little get
togethers, that thick finger began sliding up my shitter like a fat lady
falling on a winter's icy sidewalk.  Coach didn't find any resistance at
all...and so to the second knuckle he went until his fist was resting
between the crack of my ass cheeks.  No complaints here...!!  Not quite as
good as some other things that have traveled that same path, or even as
big, but the wiggling and thrusting was not bad at all...just saying!

'DAMN, HUMPHRIES...!!!'...was all coach Roberts uttered as he kept
increasing a vigorous pace while exploring my pooper!  I moaned...audibly!!
The fluids flowed from around that finger and from the head of my prick.
The man was hitting that same little bump up there inside my back door that
made my stomach feel funny...sort of like fluttering...which caused my
peter to leak stuff too...every time!!!!

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!'...was about all I could manage!

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!!!'...was all that the coach could
manage as I noticed more of that smelly liquid that the coach was so
concerned about squirted onto my backside and down my thighs and calves!
Oh, alright...that smell...yeah, now I know what he was going on about!!

As I looked over my right shoulder, I saw the coach rub the head of dick
across my lower back as if he was signing his name or painting something!
His finger eased out of my boyish hole.  Then I heard the elastic waistband
of his fleece workout pants as they snapped closed...hiding his still erect
cock.

Throwing a towel on the desk, he finally spoke: 'CLEAN THAT MESS UP BOY AND
PULL UP YOUR PANTIES...!!!!!!!'....and so I did!

SHEP

***I APPRECIATE ANY FEEDBACK THAT YOU MIGHT WANT TO SHARE...FIRST TIME
WRITER HERE, SO I LEARN FROM YOUR COMMENTS, CRITIQUE, AND CUMMING!

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