Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2016 17:03:40 +0100
From: Dick Lover
Subject: Dinosaurs and Butterflies

Usual warnings and disclaimers apply. Don't read this anywhere in the
world, none of it is true, not of it will ever happen to you so forget
it. It is based on imagination and altered memories of events from my
childhood some of which happened for real but the juicy stuff did not. It
is also a long read so settle in for a session! Or don't - as you aren't
allowed to read it anyway. It involved the sexual relationship between a
boy aged 12 and a man in his 40s. This is from the boy's perspective. I
have tried to make it feel real as possible so the boy doesn't have a 9"
cock, he hasn't been fucking since he was 6 years old, he doesn't call his
anus his "boy pussy" or call the man daddy. And his single parent mother
doesn't conveniently hand over the boy to an obvious pervert. So not the
usual Nifty Fodder.

Dinosaurs and Butterflies

I'm Danny. I grew up in a dull northern town in England in the 70s and at
the age of 12 got shipped out of Derbyshire down to Rural Essex. This was a
real culture shock for a kid used to cycling around a housing estate. There
I knew everyone and every scary dog. Most of the houses were owned by young
families with kids up to about 13 or so. It was a very safe place and often
I would cycle off for miles on my own or with friends on little adventures
always returning at dusk for supper and a bath. The new village comprised
just a single road with riding stables on one side and a village pub at the
far end. A dirt track lead to a farm and that was it. The only kid my sort
of age was 10 and lived 2 doors away. He was OK but at 12, 14 is basically
an adult and 10 is barely out of nappies. We moved in the summer so I
didn't really make friends until I started school, and then I found no one
could understand my flat northern accent and I became the subject of
ridicule and bullying.

So from being a fun loving easy going kid I started to retreat into my
personal shell. I was at the age when girls and sex were becoming more and
more intriguing to me and every morning I was woken up with a throbbing
aching cock. Kids at school had started to talk more and more about dicks
and wanking. I didn't know what they even meant, but I did know that I was
more and more curious about cocks. Girls sex organs to me were just a
slit. I had seen a few of course – plenty of show me yours and I'll show
you mine as I was growing up but that was innocent curiosity and not really
sexual.

I remember the first time I took a bus into the nearest major town on a
Saturday. I had saved up some money and was still at the age when
collecting models was ok. I was into anything I could get to do with
dinosaurs and there was a cracking toy/ model shop in the town. I had been
trusted from an early age to go off on adventures alone or with friends and
this was no different. The journey there was not very interesting as the
bus trundled through leafy roads and villages until the houses started to
get more numerous and trees became office blocks. Soon the bus pulled into
the bus station and I embarked with the rest of the passengers.

I had taken a can of coke with me on the journey and by the time I got to
town I was busting for a pee. The bus station had public toilets and so I
went in. Being a shy boy I chose to pee in a cubicle rather than at the
urinals as I knew if anyone stood next to me I would freeze up leaving me
with the uncomfortable sensation of being desperate to pee and totally
incapable. The toilets stank of course. It was a weird smell of
disinfectant, stale piss and a heady manly smell. A kind of pheromone that
seemed to stir at my loins for no reason I can imagine.

I pulled the door shut and undid my flies releasing my little pink boy
cock. Pulling back the skin I let loose a torrent of coke fuelled piss into
the bowl. As the relief filled my body I relaxed and took in my
surroundings. The walls were a collage of graffiti, much of it praising or
insulting football teams CUFC are shit, Man U for ever etc. The odd nazi
symbol and racist remark but none of that interested me. It was the ones
that said. "I suck cock, sat night 9pm" "fuck my bum here say when gen." "I
sucked 10" cock in here" "TV for use - call 349072" – Ok that one I
wasn't sure about, although a television of my own was tempting.

There were crude pictures of cocks spurting cum. One artist had managed a
stick figure pushing it's stick cock into another stick fellas arse. My
mouth was open at these revelations. Men had sex with each other in HERE,
right where I was standing. They wanked each other, sucked each other's
cocks (10 inches if that can be believed – mine was a little over 4
fully hard), even bummed each other and liked it. My cock was absolutely
throbbing.I read every single message and went in search of more.

I carefully opened the door and checked, the coast was clear so I scooted
round into the next cubical and shut myself in. This one was the same only
better still. There was a much better drawing of a cock. The helmet looked
full and smooth and the shaft thick and veined. I started stroking my own
sad little effort wondering what a man's one felt like to touch. I read the
details of the graffiti as I stroked ever faster. Finally one took me over
the edge. Written in green felt pen was the message "Wanted boy for fun and
sexy times will suck u off." Leave age and time" I felt the gush of orgasm
and then a sticky droplet of cum hit my hand. My first wet cum! My breath
was ragged and I leaned on the cubicle wall for support. I didn't know what
to do. I wiped the cum off my hand onto a sheet of the shiny toilet paper
they used to use in those days.

After my slightly sore cock had withered enough to put back in my pants I
left the cubicle and went out of the toilet. No one had gone in when I was
there which slightly surprised me. I went to the shopping centre in search
of Allosauruses, Dimorphodons and Baryonix but when I got to the model shop
it just didn't feel right. I looked through the large scale models that
were on offer and despite having a pocket full of money for new toys, I
felt something had changed in me. I wasn't interested in collecting
dinosaurs any longer. I wanted to collect cocks. OK that wasn't going to
happen but all I could think about was the guy who wanted to meet boys. I
bet he had loads! I bet all the boys in the town were going to the toilet
to get sucked off by him. I was suddenly jealous of these imaginary boys
getting touched and molested. I wanted in. I left the toy shop and strolled
purposely to the newsagent. I bought a black marker pen and headed back to
the toilets. On the way I passed the new toilets in the shopping
centre. That is where everyone went for a wee. Nice clean modern in dark
orange, and beige (well it was the 70s).

As I entered the toilet it was still empty. I went to the middle cubicle
and went inside. I quickly found my man's message. "Wanted boy for fun and
sexy times will suck u off." Leave age and time" Thing is what to
reply. Well I could only make Saturdays as I was at school all week and the
buses didn't run on Sundays. Today was probably no good as he would have to
come in and read it and he might not be in today. OK. I put "I am 12 and
want to have sexy fun Next Saturday at 11 am" There that should do it.

My cock still ached from my previous wank but I could feel it starting to
swell again. So I walked back to the shopping centre and waited for the
return journey back to my village.

All the way back I thought of men's cocks and took fleeting glimpses at the
groin of every guy from 8 to 80. Wondering would this man be old? Dad's
age? Grandad's age? Then suddenly, the fear hit me. What if a policeman
read it. Oh my God what if my dad went in and recognised my writing, or my
teacher or all the guys from school. Theyd all be waiting for me to turn up
on Saturday at 11am. As the panic set in all I could do is stare out the
back of the bus at the town disappearing behind me. It was too late to do
anything about it now. All I could do was wish the IRA would bomb the bus
station on Monday and the toilets would be destroyed and no one would ever
know.

The days crept by and all I could think of was the trouble I'd get
into. Everyone who looked at me seemed to know. Everytime someone called
someone a bender or a bummer I knew they had me sussed. Friday night
finally came and I went to bed for the final time before the big day. A
thousand scenarios few past me all worse and worse. In the end I decided
that as the bus arrived at 10.35 I had 25 minutes to get into the toilets
scrub out my message and get to the toy shop, buy some dinosaurs even if I
wasn't interested any more and skedaddle. Plenty of time before the creepy
old man I had started to picture in my head showed up. And if the police
were there I'd make sure I had a wee in the Urinals (be brave Dan you can
do it) and walk out perfectly innocently. Now... Should I wear a long coat
and sunglasses?

When I got on the bus my stomach turned to jelly. Butterflies leapt up to
my throat and I could barely touch the coke I had taken to ensure I needed
a wee if the police, my dad, teachers, local vicar and all the bullies had
turned up. The bus trundled on taking forever as the traffic seemed to be
at a standstill. As I looked out the window I could see why. A football
match was on. Oh hell! The bus dragged it's heels through the industrial
end of town until finally picking up pace near to the bus station. I leapt
off the bus and caught the time on the town clock. 10.55 Shit! I walked as
quick as I dare to the toilets and straight into cubicle two. I grabbed my
marker pen ready to erase my message but that's where I got a surprise. It
had already been crossed out, obliterated so it couldn't be read, as had
the original message. However underneath in the same green ink was a new
message. "I got your message meet you outside here at 11am will wear red
shirt. Please come".

My heart raced, I was so unready for this. I had the pee I desperately
needed and carefully wiped away the drops on the toilet paper. I flushed
the loo and headed outside. Sure enough directly opposite me on the bench
next to one of the bus stops was a man in a dark red shirt. I looked around
and no one else fitted the bill. I could probably have run off to get
dinosaurs to protect me. But I was fixed to the floor. The butterflies in
my stomach had turned into those giant dragonflies that flew around the
swamps in the Permian era. The man looked up and smiled. I smiled back
shyly and dropped my head down. He stood up and walked up close. The man
was about my dads age – 40 something I guess. He had nice brown hair and
no moustache. "Hello. So, erm... I live just around the corner if you –
er, you know... Want to come for a cup of tea or something?" I could feel
my self shaking. I could say "no", what if he murders me? Or sells me to
Gypsies? What if he... "Look" he said in his soft deep voice " I'll start
walking and if you want to you know... like the message and all that... I
promise I won't hurt you, well you can just follow behind" if you change
your mind you can go I won't mind"

He started to walk away from the shopping centre. I looked around and no
one was watching us. My sensible shy normal dinosaur loving kid angel sat
on my right shoulder screamed "walk away, go home, run, never come back"
But then up popped the cock loving hormone riddled cum fuelled devil on my
left shoulder. "Imagine what touching his cock will be like... imagine him
sucking you... imagine you ... sucking him..." My cock tented out and
pointed straight at the man walking away from me. I broke into a run, my
childhood abandoned and a life time of depravity ahead.

We reached his flat in silence. He looked around and let me in. He lead me
by the shoulder into his bedroom where he sat down on the bed. I sat next
to him still looking down. "what's your name kid?" he asked. "Er Dan" I
stammered. "Nervous?" I nodded. "Me too" he said. I looked up. "Why? Have
you never done it before?" He looked at me and smiled. "Never with a 12
year old boy... I mean yes with a few guys legal like, you know over 21 and
that, but I've always dreamed about doing it with a boy like you... but you
have to be careful you know. That's why I wiped both messages. So no copper
would see it. The last message I only wrote 10 minutes before you showed
up." I smiled up at him and he put his arm round my shoulder. "I thought
you had done it with loads of lads – I was jealous of them" I laughed.

His hand slid off my shoulder to the small of my back where he tugged
gently on my tee shirt untucking it from my cords. He pulled my shirt off
over my head and sat admiring me for a moment. "Now you do me..." he
said. I stood up in front of him and helped him take off his red shirt. I
drank in his warm manly smell and we hugged. As I was stood up he then
brought his attention to my corduroy trousers. First he undid the belt and
the top button then with painful slowness unzipped me. My hands shivered as
I felt a slight touch against my penis through the fabric of my undies. I
kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my trousers. "My turn again – you
sit down and do me..." We swapped places and I sat in front of this grown
mans crotch. My mouth dried up as I struggled to undo his button and then
gulping, I pulled down his zip. He too stepped out of his trousers kicking
them across the floor and I was inches away from a man's hard cock just
separated from me by a thin layer of under pants. "Now take them off.." he
said. The most incredible feeling as I pulled the sides of his underpants
down making his mighty cock spring back up naked purple and amazing,
twitching in the cool air of the bedroom. I was mesmerised. There was a
faint lovely warm smell that I will forever associate with clean cocks. I
wanted to grab it, to wank it furiously, to suck it, to eat it, to ride it
like a rocket. I was in love with cock. He stood me up and took down my
pants. Naked face to face we stood in total admiration of what we had
uncovered, he a boy lover, me a man lover. He stood me on the bed and
hugged me close my prick squashed against his hairy chest. Then he wrapped
a fist around my little cock and started to slowly wank me. I closed my
eyes and let my head fall against his shoulder. With his other hand he
brought my face up and pressed his lips against mine. Kissing! I was
kissing a grown man, like in one of those soppy movies my mum liked (except
it was always a young lady kissing the man) God it felt nice. His chin a
bit rough, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Then he broke off the
kiss and pulled me off the bed. I wrapped my legs around him and slid down
his body onto his cock. My weight pushing it down I could feel is girth
pressing up the crack of my arse... It felt amazing.

He put me down and sat in front of me always touching and exploring. His
lips tracing a wet line down my stomach. Then he released my cock from his
gentle grip and as he looked me in the eye his wet lips found the sensitive
end of my prick causing my legs to give way... his free hand found my bum
and started its own exploration as it crept around my crack seeking out my
hole. His whole mouth took in my cock and he began to suck deep and hard on
it. This was like nothing I had ever experienced. Always I thought fucking
a girl would be the ultimate sexual experience but my God this was
fantastic. As far beyond my wanking as The sun is from the moon. Lost in a
dream world of cock sucking and arse fingering I felt myself start to
build. "I'm gonna cum" I croaked. He released my cock but not my bum. "not
yet honey lets make it last a bit longer". "Okay" I moaned like a child
told to tidy his bedroom. He sat me down and stood up in front of me, like
when I had undressed him. This time his cock had a wet shine to it, precum
I know now, but at the time I assumed a bit of cum had leaked out. His cock
was about the size and thickness of a good sized banana. Maybe 6.5 to 7"
and round as a golf ball. I took in the lovely warm cock smell and nuzzled
my face up to it. It seemed so alive, so visceral. I tentatively opened my
lips to taste it. But there really was no taste to talk of, slightly meaty
maybe, that's all. I opened my mouth wide and let the cock head in. It's a
good job he wasn't touching my cock as it would have exploded at that
point. I queezed my lips shut and he started to fuck my mouth. I
concentrated on the feeling of having a grown man's throbbing cock in my
mouth and not letting go. I was in heaven. I closed my eyes and felt
dreamy. After a few minutes he pulled out... "That's nice cock sucking- you
sure you haven't done it before, I was getting close and don't want to cum
just yet. He pushed me backwards onto the bed and grabbed my legs scooting
me back onto the bed. He then kneeled on the bed in front of me. Grabbing a
leg he lifted it until my foot was on his shoulder... I was confused as to
what was happening but watched with interest. He did the same with the
other foot then arched my back up and quickly shoved a pillow under my
bum. "Wow" he said staring at my cock balls and bum hole. He reached over
and grabbed something off the bedside cabinet. "Now honey, this is might be
a tad sore at first but trust me if you relax and take your time this will
be fun" With that he shoved something freezing cold and wet right up
against my bum hole then started to massage it inside me. I squealed at the
cold and flinched at the invasion. "No" I said weakly. "What did I say? –
Trust me this will be nice ". He slathered more and more of the gel like
stuff onto my bum hole. Initially I was heading for another panic attack
but there was something soothing about the sensation. I thought "why is he
doing this? there's no way his cock will get up there my bum's like a pin
hole. By the time he had got 3 fingers in I was starting to squirm from the
attention. Bit by bit he had been opening me up over the course of half an
hour. My cock was starting to wilt but his was still hard. Occasionally he
took a break and brought his delicious cock over for me to suck for a few
minutes before returning to the task in hand. Then it was that moment. As
if today hadn't been enough about firsts. He squeezed more of the gel into
my hands and got me to rub it all over his cock. I braced my self as he
returned to between my legs and the man's dick pressed up against my virgin
hole. "nooo..oowww" I cried out. He stopped and stroked my cock for a
minute then pressed in again with his cock. This time it felt even fatter
and I protested again. He stopped and rubbed more lube onto his
cock. "Ready?" I was about to say no, when he pushed hard and I felt the
cock head push past the sphincter into my bowel. I started to thrash around
in discomfort but he put his hand on my stomach and soothed me. "Shhh, it's
alright son, the worst's over now, just relax and try to push out like you
are having a shit" I pushed back trying to force his goliath cock out but
it slid in further and more easily. Now I could feel my balls pressing
against his skin. "There you go"... I lifted my head as far as I could and
saw the bas of his cock emerging from my body. "Wow he did it he actually
got it all in" Then he started to ease out and back in again... At first it
felt weird like a shit that was being sucked back in again, then with each
stroke it got better and better. Oh My God the man's full size prick was
inside me fucking me and I was loving it. He was right. I felt both high
and mellow, almost dreamy. I looked at him concentrating on fucking me and
smiled I took a foot off his shoulder and used it to stroke his chest . He
grinned back and sped up fucking me harder and deeper suddenly touching
something in side that made my cock pulse and me arch my back. I started to
cry out like a woman in a James Bond film, "yes, yes more.. harder" The
harder he fucked the better he felt. His moanings started to sound
aggressive "Fuck, yeah come on fucking take it". He grabbed my prick and
stroked it frantically then let out a roar as my arse was flooded with what
felt like hot lava... Oh fuck,. I too let loose a torrent – well a good
sized dollop of cum on to my belly which Paul quickly scooped up and
ate. He collapsed onto me panting. "Oh Danny Danny boy that was the best
fuck ever!" I grinned at him and he reached over for a long sensual kiss.

After that I cleaned up and went home. Obviously my bum felt funny for a
couple of days but I had bags more confidence and started to get quite
cocky at school. I took no shit from anyone after that because if I can
take a man's full size cock then I can do anything! As for Paul – yes of
course I met up with him again. He was terrified afterwards that I might
turn up with the police but I didn't. I know he fucked me without asking
but I really loved it. In fact next time I showed up I fucked him without
asking too, which was pretty disappointing for both of us I think. After
that he lay on his back and I rode him like a bitch. The final time we met
I finally got to taste cum as we went 69 until we both came in each others
mouths. And then he disappeared out of my life leaving fond memories and an
insatiable desire for cock.