Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2016 19:14:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Look at my Magnificent Cock!

Look at my Magnificent Cock

     My cock is truly magnificent.  To begin with, it's somewhat longer
than the average six inches, more like eight, and slightly thicker.  Most
guys, I find, are impressed by a large cock, until the time comes for their
arses to be penetrated, at which point, some decline, but those who accept
the thrust of my rigid member into their anal cavity are those who are so
eager for the thrill of being royally fucked that they're willing to endure
a little pain, and thus the less enthusiastic bottoms are weeded out, as it
were.  If you want this monster up your arse, you're a genuine cock lover,
wanting it for its own sake and not just to please me.
     My cock is straight and smooth, with little in the way of bulging
veins and it's uncut.  My parents, whom God preserve, were adamantly
opposed to circumcision, a euphemism for the multilation of newborns.  It's
a barbaric practice which should be illegal.  Civilised people react with
outrage when the subject of female gential mutialtion is raised, but are
indifferent when the same atrocity is inflicted on baby boys.  There's
absolutely no medical reason for it, and if you believe that God requires
you to savagely hack at the sensitive penis of your son, then shame on you
and your crazy religion.
     My own foreskin is extensive, covering the head of my cock even when
it's fully erect, with some to spare, which comes in handy for cut men who
long to know what a foreskin feels like, and who indulge in docking.  When
I roll it back, exposing my glans, glistening with moisture, it gives off
that exciting cock aroma that excites both me and my partners.  I just LOVE
to show it off, even if only to myself in the mirrored door of my closet.
     Typically, I pretend that I'm appearing at the Royal Albert Hall, the
house lights down, the stage dark until suddenly a single spot lights me
up, sitting on a stool, dressed only in a white singlet which comes down to
within an inch of my cock.  The imaginary crowd cheers.  My cock is as yet
limp but it responds to their adoration by slowly swelling and rising up
until it's almost fully hard.  I stand, spread my arms out in a welcoming
gesture, then lace my fingers behind my head and thrust my hips forward.
My singlet serves to emphasise the nakedness of the lower half of my body.
The cheers swell to a roar as I turn from side to side, making sure that
everyone gets a good look, then turn my back on the audience and bend over,
displaying my arsehole.  When I take hold of my cock, now fully erect and
hard as an iron bar, the crowd goes mad, whistling and hollering, their
faces alight with lust in the dimness of the auditorium.  As I start to
stroke it, the front row rushes to the edge of the stage, hands reaching up
to try to touch me and the next few rows of sreaming fans climb over the
backs of the seats to get nearer to me.  The noise is deafening, almost
drowning out my cries of "Look at my magnificent cock, everyone!  Isn't it
awesome?  Wouldn't you like to touch it?  Who wants to suck it?  It's all
yours!"  My strokes begin to speed up as I reach behind and push my middle
finger into my arse.  "Look at me!  Take pictures!  Make videos and show
them to your children.  Tell them you were there the day that I performed
the wank of the century!"  Those at the back are scrambling to get closer
and a few fights break out.  I step forward right to the edge of the stage,
just out of reach of the raised hands that wave and try to grasp me.  "I'm
cumming!" I yell over their adoring faces.  "I'm cumming for you all!  I'm
gonna cum any second!  HERE IT CUMS!"  The nearest spectators tilt their
heads back, their mouths agape, hoping to catch a drop of my precious cum.
I'm in heaven, eagerly showing myself off to thousands of pairs of eyes, my
heart pounding, my whole body suffused with lust and suddenly my orgasm
explodes, firing multiple streaks of thick, creamy cum over the crowd.  The
noise is unbelievable.  Half a dozen huge blobs of my jism have splattered
the faces of the lucky few who were in the right place.  I milk my cock
until the last drop oozes from the end of it on to my forefinger which I
lift to my mouth, close my eyes and savour the thrilling flavour of my warm
semen.
     I open my eyes again and all I see is a cum streaked mirror in my
silent bedroom.  Nevertheless, my performances never fail to thrill me and
I'll put on another show tomorrow.
     I have countless pictures of my cock, including dozens on various web
sites.  If you know where to look, you can see stills and videos of it on
display, wholly or partially covered by a variety of underwear, briefs,
boxers, trunks or knickers.  Yes, knickers.  I feel so sexy in frilly
translucent knickers, my cock visible as I push my hand down in them and
wank off, delighting in the sight of copious quantities of cum oozing
through the flimsy nylon.  I do the same in white briefs and trunks and the
thrill of knowing that my eruptions will be watched by tens of thousands is
even greater than the orgasm itself.  You'll also find videos of my cock
being enjoyed by other men, mostly close ups of it shooting my load on to a
smiling teenage face or into a gaping mouth, as the recipient masturbates
it furiously.  I'm not the only one who loves my cock.
     I love other mens' cocks too.  I'm not a size queen, but bigger is
better, up to a point.  If you think that I'm selfish, a top who likes to
be serviced without reciprocation, you're entirely wrong.  As I've
mentioned, I prefer an uncut cock, there's so much more to play with.  I
especially like black cocks.  You could call me a reverse racist.  When a
black guy is fucking me I like to fantasise that I'm a cruel plantation
overseer and an escaped black slave has returned in the night, broken into
my room and is exacting revenge, and I beg him for mercy, secretly hoping
he'll savagely abuse me, rape me and humiliate me, and my partners, sensing
my need, do exactly that.
     I like to take a soft, warm cock in my hand and feel it grow to full
hardness, like steel covered with velvet.  I like to kiss it, caress my
cheek with it, gaze at it adoringly and finally put it where it belongs, in
my mouth so I can masturbate it with my lips and do naughty things with my
tongue, to drive my lover crazy with lust so that he'll fill my mouth with
a nice big load of creamy jism, or even better, spatter my face.  There are
dozens of videos on the net of me getting a facial then taking holf of the
still hard cock like a paintbrush to smear the cum all over my face,
finally popping it back into my mouth to clean it up and suck and swallow
the last drops.
     And finally, I love a cock up my arse.  If you want to make me really
happy, you'll rim me first, pushing your tongue into me, then following it
with your iron hard dick.  Up to a point, size does count.  That feeling of
being filled up to bursting point is unequaled, and my cries of, "Fuck me!
Fuck me!  Ram your cock deep inside me!  Oh, how good this feels!" echo
across the whole world, thanks to the internet.
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     So, imagine how I felt when my brother asked if I could take care of
his son for a week, as he'd be going to Scotland attending a conference.
     My brother had recently confided in me that he thought his son might
turn out to be gay.  I told him not to worry.  "Oh, I'm not worried," he
said.  "First of all, we don't get to choose our sexual orientation, it's
handed to us, though usually we like what we get.  I know you're gay and
you love it!  Secondly, even if I want to, I can't possibly change my son's
inclinations or even influence them.  If Gene is gay, then so be it; the
only important thing is that he should be happy.  His sexual development
won't be influenced by whom he associates with."  Which is why he's content
to leave the boy in my charge for a few days.
     His son's name is Gene and he's twelve years old.
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     I'm not actually a paedophile, but like all gay guys, I prefer young
to old, though I draw the line at puberty.  A boy who has little in the way
of sexual urges and seldom even gets hard is of no interest to me.  He must
be able to respond to my touch, become erect and ejaculate a decent amount
of cum, so he should be at least six months or so past his first wank.
Such willing partners are difficult (not to mention dangerous) to find and
my experience with twelve year olds is limited to the time when I was
twelve myself, at which time I was fondling cocks, wanking and even sucking
them off, by the dozen.  I was a very popular boy with a reputation of
being willing to perform any depraved homosexual act.  Word had got around.
The school bathroom was a favourite haunt of mine, as I invited the more
handsome boys into a stall for the purpose of making them cum.  I soon
discovered that giving a friend an orgasm was even more thrilling than
simply having my own.  On other occasions, I'd invite a small group, four
or five boys to accompany me home and have fun before my parents came home
and wondered what we were all doing up in my room.
     Wanking.  That's what we were doing.  Wanking ourselves and each
other, proudly showing off our growing cocks, seeing who could shoot cum
the farthest.
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     My brother drops Gene off at my house and drives off to Heathrow to
catch the Edinburgh flight.
     At this point, I feel that I should describe Gene, though words cannot
really do him justice.  To say he's good looking is like calling the
Atlantic Ocean damp.  He's beyond adorable, better than stunning, sexier
than is possible to imagine.  If he were a girl, he'd win any beauty
competition.  His hair, in a bowl cut, comes down almost to his eyebrows.
His eyes, an intense blue, are surrounded by long lashes, his nose turns up
cheekily and his mouth . . . well, I can barely bring myself to look at it
lest I cum in my pants.  His lips, like rose petals, parted to reveal snow
white teeth, just beg to be kissed.  His skin makes peaches look like
coarse sandpaper.  His body, presently covered by a T shirt and snug jeans,
is perfectly slender, his hips narrow and his bum tight and firm (at least
I imagine it's firm; I haven't touched it yet).
     "Hello, Uncle Richard," he says, giving me a dazzling smile.
     "You don't have to call me 'Uncle'," I tell him, "and I like Dick."
He grins and it's hard to say whether he got the double entendre.  "Let me
show you your room."  I pick up his backpack.  Upstairs I sit on his bed
and watch as he unpacks, just a few shirts and several pairs of white
briefs, exactly the same kind that I wear, purchased at the famous Marks &
Spencers store on Oxford Street.  I open the top drawer of his dresser and
he puts them in.
     "Do you need to take a shower?" I ask, "or do you shower in the
mornings?"
     "Both," he says, to my delight.  Many adolescents are somewhat
careless about personal hygiene, but clearly he isn't.  I lead him to the
bathroom.
     "I need to shower, too," I tell him, peeling my shirt off.  "D'you
mind if I go first?"  I'm not in any particualr hurry to get clean, it's
just that I can't wait to show off my magnificent cock to my gorgeous
nephew.
     "Not at all," he says, smiling, unperturbed that his uncle is
stripping off in front of him.  My cock begins to stir.  I drop my pants
and step out of them.
     "I'm a briefs guy, like you," I say.  "Briefs look sexier than boxers,
don't you think?"
     "I guess so."
     "On the other hand, boxers are much easier for a guy to get his hand
inside."  I'm pushing my luck here, but the sweet smile never leaves his
face.
     "What guy?"
     "Any guy," I say, grinning.  His eyes grow wide as I slowly push my
white briefs down inch by inch, exposing first the base of my half hard
cock, bent downwards, then most of its length until just the head is
trapped under the waistband.  "I take it you've seen an adult cock before?"
     "Oh, yes.  There's tons of stuff on the internet.  Dad's imposed
parental controls but I've figured out a way to get round them.  Also, last
month our gardener got me in the tool shed and pulled his cock out.  It was
hard, but nothing like as big as yours.  He wanted me to take hold of it."
He sits on the toilet lid and looks up at me.
     "What did you do?"
     "I got out of there.  He was fat and ugly."
     "Well I'm slim and handsome, Gene."
     "You are," he says, his smile morphing to a grin.  "Are you ever gonna
show it to me?"
     To put him out of his misery, so to speak, I give my briefs a final
tug so that my cock, harder by the minute, springs out.  "Free!  Free at
last!" I cry.  He laughs.  My cock has reached the horizontal, pointing at
him.  He looks at it again, just inches from his face.  "It's magificent,"
he breathes.  I like his choice of words.
     I put my hands on my bum and thrust my hips forward in a lewd
exhibitionist pose.  "Magnificent, yes Gene, that's how I describe it.  I
like my cock.  I play with it a lot and we have a lot of fun."
     He looks up at me again.  "You mean you wank."  It's not a question.
     "Of course.  Everybody wanks.  You do, I imagine.  Don't be
embarrassed, it's a good thing, healthy, enjoyable and free.  If people
wanked more the world would be a better place."
     He pauses, then confesses, "I've been wanking for about a year now."
     "Bravo!  When I was your age, I'd wank several times a day.  My record
was four in twenty four hours."
     He laughs.  "My dad didn't tell me you're a dirty old man."
     "Not so old, but I can be kinda naughty sometimes."
     He gazes at my cock again.  "Are you gay?"  Right to the point, he
doesn't mess around.  He's still smiling, not a trace of anxiety about my
sexual orientation, my nakedness or the proximity of my rigid cock.
     "Totally.  Gay as can be.  I have lots of boyfriends."
     "Cool!" he says.  "It's probably a good thing, with a cock like yours.
It'd be a shame to waste it."  It's now fully erect.  He can't seem to be
able to take his eyes off it and electric thrills run all through my body.
His gaze is setting me on fire, causing my heart to pound and I can see a
little bead of precum on the end of my cock, even though I haven't touched
it.
     "You've probably guessed I like to show it off."  He nods.  "You can
look at it for as long as you like.  You can even take pictures of it."  He
pulls his mobile out of the pocket of his jeans, aims it and takes a
picture.  He shows me the screen and the picture is as good as most of my
stuff on the net, my cock big and stiff, my briefs stretched lewdly across
from thigh to thigh..
     "We can upload that to the internet and it can join all the other
pictures I have on various websites."
     "Pix of your cock?"
     "My cock and more.  I'll show them to you later, if you like."
     "Cool!"
     I could stand here all day, showing off my cock, but in addition to
being admired, I want to see what he looks like when he undresses and what
his cock looks like.  It's not gonna be anything like as big as mine, but
that's okay.  A nine inch cock on a twelve year old would look freaky.
It's probably four or five, big enough to hold and a perfect size to suck.
I push my briefs down to where they fall of their own accord and I step out
of them and my pants.
     "Shower time," I announce, peeling off my singlet, opening the glass
door and stepping inside.
     You're probably wondering why I don't invite him into the shower with
me.  His acceptance would send a signal that he'd be comfortable with the
proximity of our naked bodies, and there'd be excuses to touch him, like
offering to soap his back and perhaps he'd welcome my advances offer the
same to me.  But I wanna take my sweet time.  Just undressing in front of
him was much more exciting than stripping off for any of my adult lovers
even though they express their excitement of my displays in no uncertain
terms.  He's smiling at me through the glass and I see him stand, unzip his
jeans and push them down his thighs, at which point he runs into a problem.
They're so tight fitting that they're gonna need pulling from the bottom.
Fortunately, I haven't turned the water on, so I open the door and ask,
"D'you need help with those?"
     "Yeah.  Can you pull them off?"  Words to die for!  Sure I can pull
them off, you sexy little angel.  I wanna spend the rest of my life pulling
your pants off.  He sits back on the toilet lid and I kneel before him.  He
lifts his feet and I tug at the hems of his jeans.  They slide down
revealing his blinding white briefs, the image of my own.  His basket
bulges invitingly.  My heart is racing.  I untangle the jeans from his feet
and throw them aside.  He stands, lifts his T shirt over his head, throws
it on the floor.  There he stands, a paedophile's twelve year old dream in
his white briefs, not a hair on his body apart from tufts in his armpits. I
can't take my fucking eyes off him.  He sees me staring and his smile grows
broader.  He steps in front of the mirror and looks at himself.  He has to
be aware of how sexy he looks, how could he not?
     Then he says, to my utter delight, "Now, do you wanna see MY cock?"  I
think that's what they call a rhetorical question, one that doesn't require
and answer.  I'm still on my knees right in front of him, my cock still
rigid.  My facial expression probably tells all and he start to take them
off in much the same way as I did, inch by inch.  At last, I see his cock!
As I thought, it's a perfect size, uncut like my own, with half and inch or
so of foreskin hanging beyond his glans, and best of all, he's starting to
get hard.  He pauses at that perfect moment when his briefs stretch across
just below his darling little hairless balls, creating that utterly lewd
look that so often features in my internet pix.
     I look up at him and our eyes lock.  "Fucking awesome!" I say, using
an adjective he's probably most familiar with.  "Fucking perfect!  It's
adorable!"
     "Nothing like as big as yours."
     "No, it's just the perfect size.  I could stay here on my knees for
the rest of the day, just looking at it."
     "No, you need to shower, Dick."  He allows his underpants to fall.
     The temptation to take hold of his cock and pop it in my mouth is
almost overwhelming, but I want to prolong my agony, delaying that
commitment until the last possible moment, so I step into the shower, turn
the water on and begin to soap my body all over.  I leave my cock until
last, then facing the door, cover it liberally with suds and wash it,
running my foreskin back and forth in a prolonged maturbatory manner.  He
stares at me through the glass, his eyes big and bright.  Then, as a
finale, I turn my back on him, bend forward and push a soapy finger up my
arse, as deep as it will go, and proceed to finger-fuck myself vigourously.
Ten, twenty, thirty thrusts, all the way in, then I pull it out and rinse
it off.  I leave the water running and step out of the shower.
     "Your turn," I say with an inviting gesture.  He steps past me into
the shower and more or less repeats my performance.  I'm leaning with my
face pressed against the door and my cock with its tip resting against the
glass.  I gaze at the delicious sight of a twelve year old angel washing
his body, his arms, his legs, and then his cock which has now become almost
fully erect.  He soaps it at length, just as I did and then does the finger
thing in his own arse, God bless him.  It sends a signal that he's willing
to follow my lead.  Then he turns and looks at me, first at my face, then
down my body to where my cock has left a smear of precum on the glass door.
A wave of excitement runs through my body as his gaze lands on me.  I feel
like I could cum, hands off, right there and then.  He pushes the door
open, forcing me to step back and he exits the shower.
     "Did you like the show?" he asks, with a broad grin.
     "I should sell tickets."
     He laughs, grabs a towel and starts to dry himself off.  "Your cock is
still hard," he comments, looking down at it.
     "It's gonna stay hard until the next time I cum."  I pick up my
singlet from the floor and put it on.  Now I'm properly dressed.
     "Which will be . . . when?"
     I pause, then commit myself.  "That's up to you."  There!  I've said
it.  I've invited him to indulge in acts which could send me to heaven or
to prison, or both.  "Come into my bedroom, Gene."
     He follows me, still naked with his cock still hard.  My own cock
swings from side to side as I walk along the landing and into my room.  He
sits on the end of my bed and I stand in front of him, once again thrilled
at the chance to lewdly display my cock for his close up inspection.  His
face is alight, his eyes almost popping from his head.
     "Oh, my God, it's . . ."
     "Magnificent?"
     "Beautiful!  Gorgeous!  Awesome!  Amazing and yes, magnificent!  Can I
touch it?"
     At the sound of these words, I almost cum.  My heart pounds.  My
twelve year old darling nephew wants to play with my most treasured member,
my crowning glory, my rock hard pulsing cock, and I just can't hold out any
longer.
     "You can do anything you like, Gene, anything at all."
     His hand reaches out but before the touches my cock, he says, "You
too, Dick.  You can do anything you like to me."
     His fingers enclose round my shaft and he slowly draws my foreskin
back.  Being freshly washed, there's no cock aroma alas, but a bead of
precum appears on the end.  My heart pounds and my orgasm is way, way too
close.  He stares intently at my holy of holies, his mouth slightly parted,
the tip of his tongue visible.  I wonder if he's thinking of taking it in
his mouth and just the thought sends me over the top and I explode, firing
a long streak of cum right on to his angel face.  His hand immediately
starts stroking me rapidly and his smile never falters.  He opens his mouth
wide and my second shot lands right inside.  He closes his lips and tilts
his head back to receive more of my cum, which lands on his forehead, cheek
and chin.  Finally he milks the last drops from my bright red swollen cock,
which drips on to the web between his thimb and forefinger.  His lifts his
hand up to his mouth and licks it off, then looks up at me adoringly, as I
gasp for air.
     "Holy shit!  I made you cum!  Fucking awesome!"
     I sit on the bed beside him and fall back so I'm lying with my feet
still on the floor.  "I'm sorry," I manage, between urgent breaths. "I
couldn't help myself.  I didn't intend to cum on your face."
     "Where else would you cum?  In my mouth?  That would've been just as
good."  He licks his lips.
     Oh, my sweet darling boy, I think.  You liked it!  You liked being
splattered with cum, just as I do.  Oh, we're gonna have such a good time
together.  He goes back to the bathroom and returns with my white briefs in
his hand and proceeds to wipe my cum from his face, sniffs the underpants
and drops them on the bed.
     "I like the smell of fresh cum," he says.  "I like the taste, too."
     "You've sucked cocks?"
     "Not yet.  I've tasted my own cum, though, and it tastes just like
yours.  You know, this is a nice bed.  Would it be alright if I slept here
with you tonight?"  My heart swells with joy.
     "Absolutely!" I say, firmly.  "But I don't know how much sleep we're
gonna get."
     One of the disadvantages of being a man, as opposed to a woman, is
that once we cum, then it's all over, at least until our brain chemistry
readjusts itself.  We're left feeling utterly empty, our raging lust having
abruptly evaporated.  Wouldn't it be marvelous if we could cum and cum,
like the so-called fairer sex do, until exhaustion overtook us?  I'd never
get out of bed.  I'd be a dried up husk of a man, my vitality drying on my
bedsheets.
     Despite my lack of horniness, I still feel a deep affection for my
nephew as we lie side by side.  This must be what it's like to have a son,
to be filled with a desire to protect him, particularly against the sexual
advances of older men, men like me who are irresistibly attracted to
adolescent boys, which hardly makes sense, but then as I begin to recover
from the most intense orgasm of my life, my tender love is slowly augmented
by a smouldering desire to experience his darling little cock, and my own
cock begins to swell.  I feel a need to hug him, so I slide up the bed
until my head is on the pillow and invite him to lie beside me.  I put one
arm under his shoulders and roll him on to me so he's lying with his body
pressed against mine.  I put my arms round him and hold him tight.  I can
feel his stiff little cock pressing against my own which is now back to
full hardness and my lust is at full throttle.  I put hand hands on his
butt and gently squeeze it.  His hips move as he rubs against me, the
underside of his cock pressed against mine and I hear his breathing
quicken.  I push up with my own hips, to let him know how excited I am by
the proximity of his naked body and the intimacy of our two cocks loving
each other.
     "Dick!  Dick!" he murmurs.  "I can feel your magnificent cock.  Oh,
fuck, I'm gonna cum!  Oh, no, I wanted it to last!  Here it cums!"  One
final thrust of his hips and I feel the warm wetness of his jism on my
stomach.  He continued to push against me until he's spent, then he rolls
off my with a deep sigh and lies on his back, his delicious cock slowly
softening.  I spread his cum all over my lower body with my hand, then lick
it.  He lies there, regaining his breath then takes my cum soaked
underpants and pulls them on.  They're a couple of sizes too big, but they
still look sexy.  "You don't mind me wearing your briefs?  It's kind of
. . . "  he gropes for a word.
     "Intimate?"
     "Precisely."  I know what he means.  I frequently wear the underpants
of my lovers and they, mine.
     "Now we've both cum," I say, "And I still haven't touched your
magnificent cock."
     "You will, Dick.  Just as soon as I recover, you can do anything you
want with it."  I don't want to wash his cum off my body, so I spread it
around with my hand.  It'll dry and all day I'll be able inhale the faint
aroma of his cum, reliving the memory of his orgasm.  I drift off to sleep.
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     I wake to find that Gene is asleep, snoring gently.  I prop myself up
on one elbow and gaze at him, looking so fucking sexy in my oversize
briefs, still damp with cum.  He senses my movement, his eyes open and his
face breaks into a smile.
     "I didn't know it was possible to cum like that," he says, "just from
rubbing my cock against yours.  I didn't even have to touch it with my
hand."
     "Oh, there are lots of ways to cum hands off," I tell him.  "Sometimes
I just videotape myself with my cock hard inside a pair of see-through
knickers and the thought of the whole world seeing me on the internet can
make me shoot my load in them."
     He laughs.  "knickers?  You wear girls' knickers?"
     "You should try it.  You'd look so fucky sexy in them.  We'll go
shopping later and buy you a dozen or so different styles and you can model
them for me."
     "And you can model yours for me, Dick.  You look pretty sexy with
nothing on, so knickers might be amazing."  Oh, shit, this is gonna be
marvelous!  I imagine strutting round the room dressed in a pair of full
cut nylon knickers, or maybe translucent tap pants, my cock creating an
enormous bulge at the front as Gene gazes excitedly at me, and my cock is
rigid once again, throbbing with desire.
     "Have you ever been sucked off?" I ask.
     "No, but . . . ," He hesitates, " . . .there was this one time when I
was in the bathroom with Johnny Westlake.  He's a year ahead of me and I
used to have a crush on him.  We were wanking each other off.  He was
sitting on the toilet and I was standing in front of him, my pants and
underpants round my knees and my cock pointing at his face.  I think he
wanted to take it in his mouth but the idea was so exciting that I came
like a bullet."
     "On his face?"
     "Yeah.  I thought he'd be mad, but he just grinned and wiped if off
with his hanky."
     "So that's why you didn't freak out when I splattered you?  You were
familiar with the concept of a facial."
     "Yeah."
     I reach down and grope him through the damp briefs, closing my hand
round his genitals, feeling the stiffness of his cock, and my heart races.
Then I put my hand down inside the underpants, actually touching his cock
for the first time.  At last!  He lifts his head and looks at me adoringly,
as my fingers enclose his member and start to gently stroke him.
     "I love wanking," I murmur, "But wanking someone else is so much more
exciting, and wanking a gorgeous little angel like you, Gene, is beyond
description."  In response to my advance, he takes hold of my own cock and
slides my skin back and forth.  Now, having cum just a while earlier, I can
let him do it with no fear of premature ejaculation and I relax.  I lean
down and push the briefs down to his thighs and gaze at his darling cock
pointing at the ceiling.  "Are you ready?  I'm gonna take your cock in my
mouth and suck you off and it's gonna blow your mind.  You might cum really
quick, but that's okay because we have the whole weekend with nothing to do
but suck cocks.  I want you to cum in my mouth, or on my face, whichever
you like."
     "In your mouth, Dick.  Are you gonna swallow my cum?"
     "Of course.  To spit it out would be ill mannered.  Shoot it all in my
mouth.  I love the taste of cum."
     I lean down and touch the end of his cock, wet with precum, with my
tongue, then lick up and down each side of it and finally take it in my
mouth.  At five delicious inches, it just fills my mouth perfectly, just
touching the back of my throat, but experience has taught me to supress the
gag reflex.  His hips move up and down, fucking my face.  I'm awash in an
ocean of lust, delighting in arousing this boy who admires my own
magnificent cock so much.  I apply all my cocksucking experience, doing
novel things with my tongue and caressing his little hairless balls with
one hand.  His hand continues to stroke my cock.  Of course, he can't last,
any more than I did.  With a cry, he cums, his cock pulsing thrillingly in
my mouth, his warm cum covering my tongue.  I put two fingers and a thumb
on the base of his shaft and wank him to get the last drops into my mouth.
Then I lift my head and turn to look at him, his eyes closed, his face
contorted with ecstasy, his breathing heavy.  He opens his eyes and I open
my mouth to show how full of cum it is, then swallow, lick my lips and
swallow again.
     "Fucking delicious," I say, a big grin on my face.  I feel a little
trickle at the corner of my mouth and I scoop it with my finger and suck
it.
     "Oh, my God!" he croaks.  "That was incredible.  I've never cum twice
in such a short time before."
     "If we keep this up, you'll be able to exceed my record of four time
in a day, by a big margin."  I'm tempted to suggest he might like fucking
me up the arse, but I decide to reserve that offer until later, when he'll
be randy again.  "Let's have some lunch and then we'll go shopping."
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     We're back from the West End, having shopped at Marks & Spencers,
Selfridges and several boutique stores.  The shop assistants didn't seem to
think it was remarkable for an adult man and an adolescent boy to be
shopping for knickers, but perhaps they were just being tactful.  In any
case, I don't give a shit if they wonder what the fuck I'm doing.  I'm
gonna dress the kid up as a girl and with his consent, sexually molest him,
so get used to it, shopgirls!
     We're standing side by side in front of the mirrored closet doors in
my bedroom.  I'm wearing a pair of skimpy panties that have lace round the
legs and are split up the front from crotch to waist.  The opening is tied
closed with a little pink bow.  My angel nephew is wearing a dress.  He
reaches across and tugs at the bow, untying it and my stiff cock springs
out.
     "Your cock shouldn't be concealed for longer than necessary," he tells
me, his eyes riveted on it.  "It's a crime to hide such a national
treasure."  I arch backwards, thrusting my hips forwards and give my cock a
couple of strokes.
     "Let's pretend we're on stage at the Royal Festival Hall," I suggest,
"with an audience of thousands watching us, cheering and whistling in
appreciation."
     "Yeah, wouldn't that be great?  Showing off our cocks to the TV
cameras so the whole world can watch."
     I step behind him, put my arms round him and lift the front of his
dress, high up on his chest, with one hand.  He's wearing ordinary white
cotton schoolgirl knickers which have scalloped elastic at the waist and
legs, and bulge invitingly at the front, where they hold his cock against
his body.
     "Oh, Gene," I whisper in his ear, "Listen to the audience out there,
yelling and screaming in excitement, all staring at you as you show off
your sexy knickers."  He grins, going along with my fantasy.  "Isn't he
fucking sexy, folks?" I call at the mirror.  I run my other hand down
between his legs and drag it back up to caress his basket, feeling the
delicious hardness of his cock.  He leans back against me, feeling my own
cock pressing into his back.  Then I push my hand down inside his knickers
and grasp his iron hard member.  He pushes his knickers down below his
balls, then reaches behind and fondles my own cock.  I let go of his, so
that it can be seen in all its glory.
     "Look, everyone," he calls to the mirror, "Look at my magnificent
cock!"

The End.