Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2004 13:44:31 EST
From: PixaJax@aol.com
Subject: Growing up Part Three

Listen, guys, my name is Tom, and I am a postman. Some people call me
Postie, that's ok. I get to know a lot of people in my job, mostly
housewives who must think I am a catch, because they are always coming on
to me. I play along, but I really couldn't give a fuck, except for the
ones who have cute sons, you know, those delicious bubble-butt boys any
age from 8 to 14, know what I mean? The kind of boys that dreams are made
of. The kind that you imagine doing stuff with, and hope one day you
really will. The kind that you fantasize about when you masturbate. The
kind........well, you get the idea.
Well,  I have just got to tell you about this sweet kid I met recently, a
tousle-head of about 10 or 11 who is SO fucking cute, I get a hardon just
thinking about him! His name is Jack, and he is SO pretty, I guess there
isn't a man in this village who hasn't thought about fucking him. I know
I thought about it a lot. I used to meet him on my rounds sometimes, and
just josh him a little, you know, ask him about his willy, that kind of
stuff. Well, anyway, it was a very hot day, and I was feeling hornier
than usual, my cock semi-erect most of the time, and who should appear
but my dream boy, Jack. I threw caution to the winds, and persuaded him
to come into an old shed with me, and I could tell he was fascinated by
mancock, because he couldn't get enough of mine once I lobbed it out for
him. He used both hands to jack me off, and, man, it was like PARADISE!
Poor kid, I spunked up all over him, but he didn't mind at all, and even
made a meal of my cum, scooping it up and sucking it off his fingers.
Wow. But the best of it was that he agreed to come over to my place the
following Saturday afternoon for more fun and games. I really want to
tell you about what happened, so pull up a chair, get your cock in your
fist, and listen to this:
I was on hot needles waiting for him to arrive. My cock was pulsating
(Don't you just love when it does that? It's like someone is caressing it
from the INSIDE!) and I was just so relieved when my young lover arrived
before I caved in and wanked myself to oblivion. Man, I don't know about
you, but a young boy in short trousers is a real turnon for me. That and
a white shirt and calf-length socks. He was in school uniform! On a
Saturday afternoon! Turned out he had told his mother he had to go to a
school function, play rehearsal or I know not what. The devious little
bugger. I was so proud of him. He was a bit shy at first, but in no time,
we were both stripped off and playing with each other's cocks. You know,
I never tire of seeing a young boy's cock springing into erection without
touching it. No need for the manual stimulation us older guys need,
right?! And there he was, working his little fist over my hard on while I
played the five-finger-widow on his bone-hard penis. He could have
brought me off in seconds, but I had other plans. I had already
introduced him to a little wet-finger reaming. You know how it is the
first time - well, can you REMEMBER the first time YOU were penetrated by
a probing finger? - he was a little nervous then started to really like
it. So this time, he was ready, and started to wriggle and giggle with
delight as I started to tease his tight little sphincter. He watched
fascinated as I lubricated my finger with my precum before returning to
his secret place and gently but firmly pushing into him and reaming his
hole. Then, cautiously, a second finger. He was stretching more easily
than I expected, accommodating my two reaming fingers without difficulty.
Then a bombshell.
"Tom, do you want to bumfuck me?"
Just like that. Out of the blue. How did he know about buggery at the
tender age of ten and a half? Kids nowadays, I tell you, guys, I was
stunned!
"Where did you learn that word?"
"Oh, boys at school. Some of the big boys do it to juniors."
"But nobody did that to you, I hope."
"No way!"
"So, you don't want me to bumfuck you?"
He thought about it for a moment.
"Will it hurt?"
"I will be very gentle, and you will LOVE it, Jack!"
He smiled up at me trustingly, and nodded his head.
"OK."
We were both already naked by this time, and I wanted to take him SO
badly, my heart was pounding and my mind whirling with crazy images. I
wanted to take him from behind - it's so "animal" doing it that way. He
lay on his belly as instructed, offering himself to me, bottom slightly
raised. Two perfect white spheres, warm and plump and a delicious crease
with that wonderful boy-orifice within ready to be violated. I fingered
him again, I tongued him - he giggled, saying it tickled - and then I
made sure he was lubricated with my saliva and precum. My boy lover was
ready now. I am sure I don't need to tell you horny old guys the
techniques to get a boy to relax so he will overcome his instinct to push
your cock out rather than take it in. My boy Jack was an apt pupil, doing
the breathing, holding me in  him without pushing, holding still till he
was ready to take a little more inside him.
OK, I know I am a dirty old man, but, believe me, I was gentle with him.
I took for ever to inch my way deeper inside him, and holding still at
intervals between thrusts, not just for his sake, but because I was
already close to orgasm and wanted to hold it off for as long as
possible. God bless him, Jack was moving with me, raising up his
delicious bottom to make it easier for me to push another inch into him.
I could see that he had one hand under him, masturbating. Wonderful.
Finally, I was all the way in, up to the hilt, my pubic hair caressing
his buttocks, my ballsac, still loose, against his legs. And then I held
still.
"All right, Jack?"
He nodded and uttered a little mmmm sound.
"It feels weird, your cock inside me. I can feel it like...."
His words trailed off as I put my hands on to his hips and made a
thrusting movement into him.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
It was a cry of pure pleasure escaping from his lips.
Another thrust. Another "Ahhhhhh". Then still again.
When your cock is in as far as it will go and his buttocks are pressed
tight against you, every movement you make produces exquisite sensations.
I imagined the velvet of my cockhead caressing his prostate, sending
thrills through his body. Were his soft cries triggered by that? Maybe.
Whatever, we were both in some kind of parallel universe, time had
stopped for us.
Another thrust.Then still. Calm. Then another thrust, and the thrills are
repeated. I could feel his distended sphincter gripping the base of my
cock like a mouth, lips tightly-pursed, holding me lovingly in him.
You are rammed home as far as you can go, and still you thrust. If there
is any greater pleasure on this earth than fucking a young boy this way,
I don't know what it is. I wanted this moment to last for ever. Do you
believe me? Look at my cock right now, as I recall my first time with
young Jack: as hard as a fucking rock! Oh my, I can still feel every
tingle of that fuck.
OK, I know we all love the hard fuck, ramming harder and faster to reach
our destination and pump our spunk into our young victims. But, the
looong slooow fuuuck is like nothing else. Sure it takes will power, but
the payoff is worth it. You know how you are just ON THE EDGE of the
"point of no return" and you just manage to hold back, the moment
subsides, and you start to move slowly again towards the next peak. And
all the while, my young lover is moving on me, happily impaled, his
little fist keeping up a parallel rhythm. Think of it, two cocks in
perfect harmony. Unison. Unity. Two become one. I know it all sounds a
bit sloppy, but for me, that fuck was unique. Never before, and never
since, have I achieved what I achieved with young Jack that hot Saturday
afternoon.
"Tom?"
His voice was a whisper.
"Yes, d....." (I wanted to call him "darling", my pretty  boy)..."Yes,
Jack?"
"Will you spunk up inside me?"
Oh god, that nearly made me climax right there and then!
"Would you like me to?"
"I don't know. I think so. A big boy told me it's nice."
"It is! Soon, Jack."
And with a few more strokes, I was at the edge, too late to go back. That
old familiar surge, the judder as your cock steadies itself for the
explosion, your scrotum tight, your balls aligned, and then WHOOSH! and
your whole body catches fire as you pump your precious loveseed into him,
surge after surge until you slump exhausted. I know I make a lot of noise
when I come. Don't mean to, just get some deep growling in my throat.
But, as if in counterpoint, my young lover suddenly let out a yowl,
whether of pain or pleasure I wasn't sure. Then I felt it: his sphincter
went into spasm, gripping and releasing my cock in a series of shudders.
God bless my pure lovely boy: he was having an orgasm too!
"Tom! I came!!"
I reached under him, reluctant to let me cock slide out of him till the
last moment of my erection, and sure enough, there was a patch of damp:
boy cum. Boy cum! His first orgasm!
"Wow! That's wonderful, Jack!"
"I spunked up!!! It was feeling you cumming inside me that did it!"
"Shhh, don't talk, just enjoy it."
And we slumped, both of us. I wanted to hug him and kiss him on the
mouth, but thought he might think that "sissy" or whatever boys call it
these days. Instead, as my cock finally detumesced and slid from him, I
turned him over and gently went down on him, careful not to suck his
tender cock but simply to taste and swallow the last gorgeous drops of
his boyseed.
And that, my good and patient listeners, was how it happened. I have just
climaxed again just reliving the experience. I hope something of the kind
happened to you too.

[to be continued. Comments to pixajax@aol.com]

[Author's note on terminology]
English is spoken as a first language in Britain, the USA, Canada,
Australia and New Zealand, and as a second language in several Asian and
African countries, so it is not surprising if there are different
expressions for the same thing. I am British born and educated, but I
spend a lot of time in the States (where I might finally settle, who
knows?), so my language is a bit of a medley of the two Englishes. So, is
it a "boner", a "hardon", "wood", or an "erection"? Is it a "cock", a
"prick", a "dick", a "wiener" or a "penis"? Do you "jack off", "jerk
off", "whack off", "toss off", "wank" or "masturbate"? Most delicate of
all is what name to give to those parts of a  young boy that get us all
hot and bothered. Bum? Bottom? Butt? Arse? Ass? And are they "Buns" or
"Buttocks" or "Asscheeks"? Is it "spunk" or "cum" or "manseed" or
"lovejuice"? And what about the holy grail, our gateway to paradise? Oh
goodness, there just isn't a word that will please everyone! "Anus",
"rectum", "anal sphincter" are all a bit clinical. "Pucker", "lovechute",
"lovetunnel" and "boypussy" are all a bit twee. There are some others
which are just plain gross (Whoever calls that gorgeous pleasure-giving
orifice a "shitter" should be taken out and shot).
As the author, I have the right, but also a heavy responsibility, to
choose words which will have the maximum positive, and the minimum
negative, impact on you, my readers. So, if I use a word that jars with
you, just edit the text and substitute your own. And I am always open to
suggestions!! In fact, I think it would make an interesting poll in our
little yahoo group, SpunCup. My choice of word depends really on the
impact it has on me. I love "spunk up": it is schoolboy slang from my own
era and takes me right back to those steamy mutual-wank sessions of my
pubescence. I quite like "boypussy" too: there is something so
deliciously girly about young boys! (Do I get the hots for young girls
too? I'm going to take the Fifth on that one!).  I am also conscious that
I use descriptive adjectives that might strike a wrong note with some
people. I love the word "delicious". I love describing our semen as
"precious". So, indulge me, please, or substitute your own!
Finally, I hope the purists amongst you will forgive the mixing of
British and American English. I prefer "crotch" to "crutch" and I quite
like "nips" as against "nipples" (Mmm, your nips against my nipples, I
like the sound of that! LOL).
And so it goes. OK, let's get back to the stories. There's really only
one criterion: if it doesn't give you a hardon and a climax, it ain't
working!]