Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2011 14:20:51 +0100
From: Patrick Clarke <frodopc66@gmail.com>
Subject: More Than a BigMac

Firstly this story involves sexual encounters with underage persons. If
viewing or reading such material is illegal in your jurisdiction please
leave now. Otherwise enjoy. The story below is a work of pure fiction and
no animals or children where hurt during its construction

MORE THAN A BIG MAC

I have always been a boy lover but never really dreamed that my fantasies
would ever come to fruition, not in my wildest dreams. But amazingly one
Wednesday afternoon that was all to change.

It was 3.45 pm and my job as a on the road salesman of adult erotic goods
had meant I hadn't had the chance to stop for lunch. A good complaint
really but now I was starving and the only place was the local McDonalds.
Now Mackers was never and never will be my choice place to eat but I didn't
have many other options.

I queued for my food and after ordering, paying for and receiving my large
Big Mac meal, I settled at a two person table in the corner. It was then
that I noticed the boys, 3 of them aged about 12 or 13, sitting at a table
right in my line of sight. Two of the boys were blonde and probably
brothers, sat facing me directly while the other boy sat side on to me was
dark haired and slightly tanned. The youngest of the blonde boys had his
left arm in a cast and his right arm in a sling and was getting a lot of
stick from the other boys over his messy eating, which wasn't surprising
given his disability. I watched and listen to their boisterous banter while
I ate my meal. When I had finished eating I reluctantly left my table but
decided to relieve myself before heading out. I entered the gent's toilets
and picked the last urinal. Fishing out my dick I started to pee. I heard
the toilet door open behind me but I resisted the urge to see who had come
in. I had just finished and was going to wash my hands when I heard a cough
and a small voice.

"emm excuse me mister" asked the boy "could you help me please"

I turned to see the blonde boy with the cast and the sling.

"Hmm what do you want?" I replied

"Well I need to pee but my mom tied my trackies too tight and I can't get
them down, could you help me?"

Now despite my instant delight at getting close to the genital area of a
beautiful boy, my common sense kicked in.

"I don't know, I could get one of your friends, I guess"

"Ah no, they'll slag me for ages if you do and I'm bursting, I need to go
real bad"

"Well ok, I guess" I replied. I move in front of him and saw one serious
knot in his track bottoms.

"Please hurry" he begged

So I pulled down his track bottoms just below his genital area, then I
reached into his boxers and pulled out his dick. He moved close to the
urinal and let his waters flow.

"You ok now" I asked as I prepared to wash up and go

"Hey don't leave! I can't go out there with my knob hanging out"

"True I guess" I said "so what's your name and what happened to you"

"Bike stunt went wrong, what do you want my name for?" he asked

"Well if I've got to handle a guy's dick it's nice to know his name" I
quipped.

"Haaa well yes I suppose, I'm Damian or Damo to my mates"

"Well hello Damo, I'm Paul" I said as I offered my hand, before realising
it was a little futile. "Sorry I wasn't thinking then"

"It's ok " he replied. I leaned against the wall of the urinals and
casually looked down at his dick, it was at least 4 inches long and about
an inch thick.

"How old are you Damo?

"12 why?"

"You've got a pretty big dick for a 12 year old" I replied

"You've seen many 12 year old dicks?" he cheekily asked

"Not as a rule" I laughed

"Right I'm finished, can you help me again?"

"Sure I guess, I'll just get some tissue to dry the end"

"Shit man, don't do that, just shake it a little like you do your own"

I took his dick in my hand and started to gently shake it. I felt it start
to stiffen in my hand so I gave it a stroke. Damian moaned.

"Oh God kid, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry" I pleaded

"Oh don't stop, please don't stop, I haven't jacked in a month, Please keep
going, please" he begged. My sanity deserted me.

"Ok, well lets go into a cubicle, in case someone comes in" I told him.

We entered a cubicle and I sat on the pan with him between my legs. His
dick was fully hard now, a good 5-1/2 inches and sticking straight up. I
pulled his track bottoms down to his knees then pulled his boxers so that I
could get a good look at his balls. They weren't huge, just like a couple
of marbles but they had dropped and he only had a few hairs at the base of
his dick. I grabbed his dick and gave it another couple of strokes, he
moaned again.

"So you haven't jacked in 4 weeks?" I quizzed

"No," he breathed heavily "please don't stop"

"Oh I aint gonna stop, but a four week sabbatical need something special" I
told him as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his hot pole. I ran
my tongue on the underside of his shaft as I move up and down on his Dick.

"Jesus Christ, that's fucking amaz..." I stopped him by putting a finger to
his lips. He nodded his understanding of what I meant so I started to
stroke his balls as I sucked on his dick. He started breathing heavily and
he gripped the back of my head as his hips started to buck and he
instinctively starts to vigorously fuck my mouth. Keeping my lips tight on
his shaft, I felt it twitch and pulse before the surge of spunk shot up his
shaft, pass my lips and splattered on the back of my throat, then another
and another. His bucking slowed and he collapsed on top of me. I kept
sucking on his cock, trying to drain every last ounce of preteen cum I
could out of his penis. When he stood up, I released his cock from my mouth
and sat back against the toilet, eyes closed as I savoured the hot sweet
yet slightly salty taste of his cum.

"Jesus, Paul that was great. Thanks"

I opened my eyes to see he had settled himself and was getting ready to
leave, his cast hand in the sling.

"Hey there's nothing wrong with your right hand?" I blurted

"Hihi didn't say there was now did I"

"but you had it in a sling?"

"Means to an end. My brother and his mate bet me €20 that I couldn't get
a man to jack me off in the toilets in McDonalds, so I figured having both
hands unavailable might work. The blowjob was a bonus."

"But...but..." I said as things just didn't quite sink in

"You better stay here a few minutes so it doesn't look too suspicious, bye
Paul" he called as he left the toilets. I sat there confused. I'd been
duped by a 12 year old, I've given a 12 year old a blow job...then I
started to smile I've sucked a 12 year olds dick. I left the cubicle and
went to the sinks to wash my hand where I noticed a napkin. On it was
written `thanks Paul, here's my number, call me'. I stored the number on my
phone immediately; this was one town I would visit frequently in the
future.