Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2008 08:12:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Toby Boy <lads_fun@yahoo.com>
Subject: Eleven-Up (Part Two)

(Usual conditions and restrictions about reading this story apply as stated
at the beginning of Part One.)


Eleven-Up (Part Two)


It took me some time to get over the excitement of having a hot adult mouth
sucking my cock and balls almost off my young body. Well, a week. There I
was, standing once again at the same urinal, nervously waiting to see what
might happen to me this time, my small cock in hand, pretending to pee.
There was already a guy standing there and I stood next to him, watching
from the corner of my eye. Almost immediately, he began slowly stroking his
cock. I watched it harden and lengthen until it stood up solidly as his
fist moved up and down the thick stalk, over the purple swollen head and
back down to where his cock disappeared into his flies.

I was openly watching now, my boy-cock hard. I looked up to see him staring
at my stiff dick as he increased his speed. Then he groaned and I watched
in amazement as his cock spurted thick whit globs onto the urinal wall in
three thick blasts. He shook the last thick drops off the end of his cock
and quickly stuffed it back inside and hurried off without a word.  Spooked
and disappointed, I left as well.


That night in bed, remembering the hot wet mouth on my cock, the guy
wanking his cock while watching mine - I was frustrated. So I tried to bend
myself in two to try and suck my own stiffy. I couldn't, but I was
tantalizingly close. By the end of the month I could lick the tip, after
another two weeks, I had the head, and not long after that, I could could
suck the length of my own cock. I wasn't yet twelve, but I was producing
and drinking my own sperm.  But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Over the next month, visits to the toilets were blanks. Nobody. Until
'Uncle' George came in to find me there with my hard dick in my hand. He
was really only a distant friend of the family and I must have blushed a
deep red when he said hello. I just said 'hi' and rushed out. For some
reason, he started popping round to my home more often after that ...

Then he offered to take me to the pictures one weekend and my parents said
fine, if I wanted to. I hesitated, but of course I said yes, although not
really sure. George had never mentioned the toilet at all. It was as if
nothing had happened. The film was some action flick that was too adult for
me but he got me in anyway.  He kept pointing things out to me in a
whisper, but as he did so, he would pat my knee below my shorts. Gradually,
his pats lingered longer and longer and, as I didn't object, his hand began
massaging my knee.


My heart was hammering with excitement and my dick was painfully hard. He
was sitting on my right, his left hand rubbing my knee. There was no one
else at the back of the cinema and I could just make out his large hand
stroking my thin leg in the darkness. Then he put his arm around my
shoulders and his right hand took over. This time his fingers slowly moved
up into my shorts. I didn't move, almost holding my breath and staring at
the screen.

Taking this as my acceptance, his fingers moved further up and touched the
cotton of my underpants where my balls sat. I nearly jumped out of my
seat. His fingers started rubbing my nuts, pushing them around. Then they
slid up further and touched the side of my stiffy. My throat was dry with
excitement. He stroked the shaft with just the tip of his fingers then
withdrew.  Only to place his hand fully on the outside of my shorts and the
stiff hidden boy-cock there and squeeze.

I think I must have moaned. Because he very quickly unbuttoned my shorts,
unzipped me and slid his hand inside, fondling my cock and balls through my
underpants. Then he lifted the elastic of my underpants up and down over my
pointing cock, placing the elastic tight under my small balls. Then he took
my cock between finger and thumb and began rubbing it up and down and every
so often, his thumb would stop and rotate over the underside of my now
leaking and wet cock-head. I was in heaven with excitement and fear of
discovery.


When he then lent over and put his head into my lap, I nearly died. That
deliciously hot wet feeling engulfed my boy-cock again as his tongue rasped
and suckled my young dick remorselessly. I shuddered and felt that feeling
of pain and pleasure sweep over me. I couldn't take the sensation any more
and began wriggling. He kept sucking for long seconds more and then
released me.

'Very nice,' he whispered into my ear.


I couldn't answer. He just took my hand and placed it on the man-sized
erection inside his pants. It felt really hot and huge. I squeezed as best
I could through the material of his pants, feeling its hard length.

He pushed my hand away and quickly unzipped himself, pulling his cock out
through his zipper. It stood there like a thick snake, a cobra with a fat
mushroom head. He put my hands on it and I grasped the hot, soft yet hard
flesh. My fingers couldn't reach around the thick shaft and my whole hand
was only half the length of the shaft - excluding the fat and swollen
head. I instinctively started rubbing this massive stalk of hot flesh up
and down. After a few minutes, his left hand pulled my head down towards
his lap. I resisted, unsure, but he forced my head closer.

I now had a close up view of the tightly swollen head of his cock. Anther
push and my face touched the rubbery skin. It felt very hot against my lips
and cheek. His right hand had taken hold of his cock at the base and he was
directed his cock at my lips while pressing down on my head. I knew what he
wanted
 but still I resisted. His cock was thrusting at my lips and face, and just
as I took a breath, it slipped between my boy-lips forcing them apart.

Another thrust and push and the thick cock-head filled my mouth. I could
feel it compress as it passed my small, tight boy lips and then expand
inside my mouth. My mouth closed around the thick crown and I felt the hot
stalk of flesh delve deeper past my lips as the head found the roof of my
mouth and back of my throat. I gagged and drew back and off his cock,
taking just a breath before he pushed me down again. My lips opened and I
started sucking my first cock. It tasted and felt fantastic. The skin hot,
yet soft and hard and big urgent.

I heard a moan above me and felt the cock in my mouth grow larger,
harder. Then it erupted, hot sticky spunk flooding my mouth. I swallowed
the gushing cum and withdrew as the spewing cock spurted ever more cum,
this time covering my face in hot man-seed, and again, and yet again as my
hand still around the stalk felt the pulse of each blast of cum moving up
its length and spurting onto my face.

George had his handkerchief out and quickly cleaned me up as I sat dazed
after my first ever cock sucking session.

'Very nice, thank you,' he whispered to me as he slipped his limp cock back
inside his pants.

After the cinema show, he took me home and said if I wanted to visit him at
his home after school I could. I was still too shy and unsure to do so, but
a month later, George asked my parents if they could send me over after
school to help him out a couple of evenings a week.


I think I must have blushed when I said, 'Yes, why not?'  Part Three will
follow.