Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 00:33:22 +0000 (GMT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: It's A Sign

As I was growing up, I noticed all sorts of signs. Dressing up in my
mothers clothes was so lovely. I really enjoyed it, and only promised to
stop when she caught me going through her knicker drawer. I didn't of
course, and secretly "Borrowed" a bra, panties and nightie to wear in
bed. By the age of 9 or 10, I'd play with myself every night in bed,
wearing her underwear, and dreaming about boys. It was always boys. At the
all-boys senior school I got very excited in the gym changing room,
watching my class mates undressing, seeing lots of cocks. Soon I was going
into toilet cubicles with other boys and letting them play with me.

I didn't mind wanking them off, in fact I loved watching them cum, but I
really liked it being done to me. Standing there nearly naked, feeling
another boys hands doing things to me. Feeling his finger up my bottom, and
his other hand on my cock. To show my appreciation one day, I turned
sideways and kissed him. In seconds we were snogging and I loved it. From
then on I wanted to kiss everybody, and to have someone play with me. I
didn't care who.

At home I started to kiss my mum more and more. Goodbye in the morning and
before bedtime. Her lips were so soft and tasted of lipstick. The boys' in
the toilets were pre-whiskers and soft and nice. The scout master had taken
a shine to me, and had begun to give me a playful cuddle. When he asked for
volunteers to stay behind and help clear up, my hand shot up. Once a week,
after scouts, we'd be alone, he'd lock the door and we would clear all the
equipment away. I'd get a playful hug as we passed across the floor. One
evening as his arm slipped around me I whispered "Oh, that's nice". "Is it"
he asked, and I nodded, and slipped my arms around him. He gave me a kiss
on top of my head, and as I looked up, got one on the cheek.

"I've never been kissed by a man" I blurted out. He bend forward and kissed
me on the lips. "How was that"? he asked "Nice and whiskery" I said. "I
haven't felt whiskers before. I like it". He gave me a series of little
kisses, each one a little longer. "Is that nice Peter"? he asked. I nodded
and lifted my head for another. It came, and I felt his mouth open, and his
tongue slip across my lips. I parted my lips and received my first French
kiss. As his tongue slipped in and out of my mouth, I desperately wanted
his hands down inside my underpants. I wanted him to do things to me. "I'd
better give you a ride home, and best we don't tell anyone about the
kiss". I nodded and soon we were in his car. It was dark and as we drove
along, I reached over and took hold of his hand. "Do you like holding
hands"? he asked.  "Yes" I whispered "And kissing" I sighed softly. Knowing
he was a middle aged batchelor, living with his elderly mother, I was sort
of hoping that he liked boys. I tugged at his hand, lifted it and moved it
towards me, resting it on my bare knee, above my scout shorts.

Driving with one hand, he pulled into the supermarket car park, and headed
for the deserted far end, with his hand still on my knee. As the car
stopped, he leant over towards me. We kissed one or two little kisses, then
a nice tongue one. It was very dark in the far corner, no-one could see
us. With his tongue filling my mouth, I moved his hand and placed it
carefully right over the front of my shorts, and held it there with my
hand. Through two long French kisses, I held his hand over my boy-bulge,
but I could feel my erection growing, ever stiffer. I felt his hand flex,
and begin to squeeze me, gently at first, but soon he was really rubbing my
cock. I found the reclining lever, and suddenly we were nearly flat, with
him half on top of me.

This was better than I had hoped. I slipped my arms around his neck and
pulled him to me. More kisses. I reached down and tried to wriggle out of
my shorts . I lifted my hips and he pulled them down to my thighs. "Thank
you" I said very softly, and reached for his hand to placed it over my
stiff cock. I felt his fingers wrap themselves around it and start wanking
movements. As a kiss ended I whispered "Oh sir, I always wanted you to kiss
me, and play with me". There was a pause, then he said "You can't tell
anyone about this Peter, I'll get into trouble."........another kiss... "I
just want to be your friend sir, your very special friend. The one that
no-one knows about. I'll never tell....promise". I could feel my shorts
slipping down to my ankles. I kicked them off and opened my legs. His hand
began to explore, over my balls, up between my cheeks, then a finger
touched my bottom. I shuddered. "Oh, sorry" he said. "Please don't stop
sir, please" I pleaded, and the finger touched me again. Now he had both
hands at work, one pushing a finger up my bottom and the other wanking away
beautifully.

"Oh, Sir.......I'm cuming" I said loudly as a kiss ended, and could feel my
boy-cum spurting out. The interior light came on and he now used both hands
to wipe up my cum.....The light went off.  "Was that nice" he asked...."Oh
yes sir, it was lovely. I've always longed for you to play with me
sir. Another long kiss. "Do you like boys sir"? I asked cheekily. "Yes, but
that is another secret you can't tell anyone about, ok"?  "Yes sir, as long
as I can be your friend....your boy-friend". "Do you wank with your school
friends"? he asked "Yes" I whispered in the dark, as he started to drive
out of the car park. "Have you ever wanted to feel a mans cock Peter"? He
asked "Hold me hand again, please" he pleaded.

I let him take my hand and move it over towards him. Suddenly it was placed
over the front of his scout shorts, with his hand on top, so I couldn't
move it. "There you are Peter, have a 5 minute play as I drive you home" He
took his hand away, and I moved my fingers, gently gripping his bulge. As
we pulled up at some traffic lights, he unhooked the shorts. It just took a
second for me to unzip them and slip my fingers under the waistband. There
was the waistband of his underpants, just inside. I wriggled my fingers
under that and pushed deeper inside. Suddenly I felt something familiar,
warm, soft, lovely. "Oh Sir" I gasped, as I eased my fingers further down
inside, and wrapped them around a gorgeous cock. I began to rhythmically
squeeze his cock and felt it begin to stiffen. "Oh Peter" he whispered
"That's so nice. Now remember, you can't tell anyone, alright"? "Yes Sir" I
said as I started a wanking movement inside his pants. All to soon we were
turning into my road, and I had to pull my hand out. "Goodnight Peter, see
you next week" he said as I got out and walked up to the front door.

"You're a little late" Mum said as I walked in. "Yes Mum, there was more
clearing up to do, than I thought" ...."Ok dear, give Mum a kiss, before
you go upstairs. She stood up and gave me a hug. I slipped my arms around
her and held them over her bra clasp, as I liked to do, then lifted my
head. I received a lovely soft, warm kiss, which lasted a second or
two. When it ended I clung to her, resting my head on her shoulder, peeping
down the front of her jumper at her pure white bra cups, holding those
gorgeous breasts. I lifted my head a second time, and as the kiss arrived,
I slid my two hands backwards under her arms, until they were cupped around
the sides of her bra cups. I could feel the pattern on them through the
thin jumper. The kiss ended, but I pleaded for one more, keeping my hands
there. Our lips met, I wanted to feel her mouth open, it didn't, but I
clung to her, keeping the kiss going for several seconds, with my hands
still cupped over the sides of her breasts.  "You shouldn't be holding me
there Peter, now off to bed with you".

After a quick wash, I was in my bedroom, slipping on some panties, a bra
and a full length petticoat, and once in bed, I thought about the
scoutmaster, and his cock. What a pity I didn't have time to feel it
properly, or see it. I knew I'd have to make up for that next week.

The following morning Mum said that I should have more male influence. It
would be good for me, and said she'd ask Grandad James to spend some time
with me. He wasn't really my Grandad, just a family friend, another
batchelor who lived round the corner. That afternoon, after school Grandad
James popped round, before Mum got home from work. I was doing homework at
the kitchen table, when James just walked through the back door. He was
wearing baggy old jog bottoms and a sweat shirt. "Hi Peter" he said and
walked over to me. I couldn't help noticing another sign. As he walked, his
cock seemed to wobble from side to side. It looked quite lovely. "Hello
Grandad" I said. He came right up to where I was sitting and stood beside
me. I kept on glancing sideways at his bulge, and was sure I could make out
his helmet drooping down, pushing the material outwards. "what are you
doing" he said, putting an arm around my shoulder and pulling me to
him. With my cheek firmly resting on his hip, I said "English", and glanced
to the shape, only inches away. I pretended to drop my pen and quickly got
into a kneeling position right in front of Grandad. The end of his cock was
only inches from my face. Oh, I wanted to touch it, just like I touched the
scout masters, but for longer.

As I slowly got up, my cheek brushed against the bulge. Oh, I'm sorry
Grandad" I said. "That's alright" he said putting his arms around me, and
cuddling me close for a few seconds. I could feel the bulge pressing
against me, I liked it. "Anything new happening" he asked as we
parted. "Yes Grandad" I said "I'm kissing everybody". ...."What do you
mean" he asked.

"Well, I'm kissing Mum all the time, I'm kissing a boy at school, and I
even kissed the scout master the other evening. " I don't think your Mum
should hear this"...."No, it's a secret, you won't tell you will"? Grandad
walked to me, put his arms around me again "No I won't tell Peter. You can
kiss me if you like" I lifted my head and felt his lips touch mine. HHmm
all wiskery and lovely. I put my arms around him, up under the sweat shirt
and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his jog bottoms. I pulled him
close and felt the bulge again. "Some young boys like being with older men
Peter, maybe you're one of those"

I lifted my head again and received a kiss "And some older men like young
boys, is that right Grandad"? "Maybe" he said still clinging to me. I
lifted my head and the wiskery lips pressed themselves to mine, only for
longer this time. "HHm that's nice Grandad. I like being kissed"..."We must
never tell your Mum about this" I nodded and pushed my fingers down the
back of his trousers an inch or so. There were no underpants. I eased them
a bit further, still none. "Do you like touching my bottom Peter" The
question took me by surprise. I didn't know what to do or say, so I just
kept still with my hands fully down the back of his jog bottoms. His bottom
cheeks were nice and warm, and it felt normal for me to be touching
him. "I'll take that as a yes then Peter" he said softly. I nodded my head
against his shoulder, then lifted it to get another kiss. During the kiss I
slipped my hands further down until I had both his ample bottom cheeks
cupped in each hand.

"We shouldn't be doing this" he whispered, but as I lifted my head I got a
kiss, and another, and another. Suddenly I could feel the bulge getting
firmer. Grandad was getting a hard-on. I started to move my hands all over
his cheeks, rubbing him, fondling him. His bulge was definitely getting
bigger and harder. "Not a word to Mum" he whispered as our lips met
again. I glanced at the clock. Mum would be home in an hour. "I must do the
potatoes" I sighed and let him go. I walked into the kitchen, and as I
reached down for the vegetable bag, He came up behind me and cuddled me. I
could feel his stiffness against my little round bottom. I turned around
and put my arms back around him, with my hands back down inside his
trousers. "I like your bottom" I whispered as I began to carress it
again. I lifted my head, and got a long kiss, the longest so far. "And I
like being kissed. Do you like it"? Another kiss, and I felt his mouth open
a little but no tongue.  "I'll do the spuds" he said, and turned around.

I stepped up close behind him and slipped my arms around him, and as
before, up under the sweat shirt, but not down the trousers yet.. We stayed
like that for several minutes. I could hear him preparing the potatoes and
dropping them into a saucepan. I ran my hands up over his tummy, feeling
all the hairs. I caressed him for a while, then suddenly I pushed them down
the front of his trousers, all the way down till I felt his curly hair, and
then his semi-hard cock. As he started to object, I wrapped my fingers
around it and automatically started a wanking movement. "You shouldn't be
doing this Peter, stop it". I carried on through another half-protest, and
then an even weaker one. Then he went silent so I carried on wanking him,
to a lovely full erection. I hadn't felt any cock as big as Grandads, and I
was loving it and wanted to carry on. "Is it nice Grandad"? I said out
loud. He didn't answer, so I started to pull his jog bottoms down with my
other hand. Looking down I could see all of his white bottom cheeks. I
fondled his cheeks as I wanked him. The objections had finished. He was
silent, so I took my hand off his cheeks and pushed it in between his
legs. He moved his feet apart, now there was room for my hand to find his
balls.

So soft, so delicate. Hanging there for me to carress. I took hold of them
and started to gently squeeze them. He shuddered and let out a soft
moan. "Does this feel nice"? I said again. Seconds later I heard a soft
"Yes". His jog bottoms began to slip and ended up around his ankles. I
longed to see his cock, so I let go of his balls and started to ease myself
round to his side.  "Oh Grandad" I blurted out when I saw it for the first
time. So hairy and big, with a lovely big helmet all glistening with clear
juices. "It's so lovely, so big. I've seen lots of cocks at school, but
this is beautiful Grandad. Really beautiful." We both looked down at my
hand working up and down his shaft. It felt so normal to be wanking Grandad
off. "Is that nice"? I asked again. Grandad opened his eyes and whispered
"Yes Peter". Then he started to groan. Again we both looked down in time to
see 4 or 5 big spurts of creamy white cum spurt out and splatter on the
tiled floor. I continued to wank him and saw lots more cum dribble out. I
stooped and wiped it, then we stood and cuddled. I lifted my head and got
another kiss, but this time Grandads tongue slipped into my mouth. I knelt
down to pull up his trousers, and while I was there I took hold of his cock
again. It was going soft, and was still glistening with cum.

"If you really like Grandad, give it a kiss" I looked up. "That's right,
kiss Grandads cock Peter. Lick up the last of that cum, kiss it and then
slip your lips right over it." I leant towards it and could soon smell the
cum. It smelt nice. I poked my tongue out and licked a little of his cum
into my mouth. "Hmmm" I moaned, it tasted good. Then I licked the whole of
his helmet like a lolly, taking away all the surplus cum, finally easing my
lips fully over the lovely purple organ. I looked up at him. He was
smiling. "There's a good boy" he said. I pulled his trousers up and we
kissed again and again. We had time to finish the veg before Mum got
home. "Hello you two. Have you been having fun together"?

Grandad stayed for tea, then I walked home with him as it wasn't very
late. "Come in for a minute" he said as we got to his door. I went in and
was taken by the hand and led to his bedroom where he undressed
completely. I glanced down at his cock. I wanted it again. "Your turn" he
said. "You've seen me naked, now you undress for grandad" Not thinking
about what I may have on, I began to undress as he sat on the bed and
watched. As my trousers came down, he saw my frilly panties.  I peeled them
off and stood there in front of him, naked. "Do you like wearing your Mums'
underwear" I nodded, adding "I like to feel and act feminine. Is that so
wrong"? "No it's not Peter, but now we have a problem. WE can never tell
anyone about what's happened"... "I know" I said "But I don't want it to
stop. I want you to kiss me, cuddle me, and play with me, as often as we
can. Please. You want that as well don't you" He opened his arms "Come
here" I walked into them and we cuddled and kissed. His hand soon found my
cock. "Here, lay on the bed" he said patting it. I lay on my back beside
him and watched as he took hold of my cock. I soon had a good schoolboy
hard-on, which he began to gently wank. He laid beside me and we began to
kiss. I put my arms around his neck, closed my eyes and relaxed in his
embrace. At last an older man was doing it to me, just what I'd longed
for. After a few moments, boy-cum was spurting upwards. Grandad wiped it up
with a tissue, and suggested I should go home.

On the short walk home I thought about Grandad and the scout master. In
just a few days I had become the secretly friend of two older men, and I
wanted both of them to do things to me.

End of Part 1