Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 03:54:31 -0800
From: Zack McNaught <zackmcnaught@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mousey Brown

Disclaimer: the following is obviously a work of fiction. It din't happen to
me. It might somewhere in the world, but that's not my business. The story
below depicts sexual contact between a man and a newly-pubescent thirteen
year old boy, and so if you find this material offensive, please do not
continue.
If you like this story and want to let me know, you can either e-mail me
(zackmcnaught@hotmail.com) or post an anonymous comment on my blog,
zackmcnaught.blogspot.com. More of my stories can be found in my archive at
ASSTR (www/asstr.org/~zack). Intergenerational themed stories are in the
'McNaughty Side of Zack' section at the bottom of the page.
Cheers,
Zack


I don't know how he knew what I was after, but he knew. I didn't at his age,
which I guessed to be about 13, maybe 14. He'd grown recently, that much was
certain, slightly gangly, trousers slightly too short, showing off white
sports socks encased by scruffy trainers.
I was at the mall, cruising kids. By that I don't mean the usual idea of
going off somewhere with someone you cruise and getting it on. No, I was
just after a glimpse, maybe a little look from the kid, a bit of showing
off. It's amazing how many kids will have a look around and flash you their
little dicks when you're at the urinals. They seem to take a wonderful,
perverse pleasure in showing off, and they love having a look at what you
have. Several times I've stood there flashing a kid back and forth for half
a minute while he grins away, eyes focussed on my dick, which I make sure
I'm always wanking.
Anyway, back to the story I wished to relate. This kid came in, a little
older than the ones who usually play, and stood near me, on the same row of
urinals. He started off quite shyly, head down, covering himself, but I
noticed after a few seconds that he started to glance sideways. I made sure
I had plenty on show, and I saw his gaze lock on to my dick. When he looked
up into my face, I gave him the friendliest smile I could, and he returned
it, before glancing back down to his own dick. I followed his gaze, and
after a few seconds he turned a little toward me, showing me the tip of his
dick, covered with a nice pucker of his foreskin, poking out of the fly of
his jeans.
As I say, I usually end it there with the kids. I know they're only
interested in a little game, and they normally zip up and leave fairly
sharply. This time, I was in danger of getting very hard very soon, and
wanted the privacy of having a good wank, so I left the urinals and
disappeared around the corner to where the stalls were, with one last smile
at the kid, whose eyes followed me. I don't know what made me pause, but I
did, and as I looked back to where the urinals were the boy appeared around
the corner. He gave me a little smile, and started walking straight towards
me. I stood there dumbfounded as he walked past me into the stall, but had
the presence of mind to quickly follow him and shut the door behind us both.
Almost immediately he was feeling the crotch of my jeans, so I quickjly
unzipped them and dropped them and my pants to the floor, letting my
now-hard dick spring free. He dropped his too, revealing a dick still soft
and shrivelled, and balls drawn up tightly beneath.
He was nervous, that much was obvious, but he grabbed my dick and started
wanking me, pushing my hand away with a little scowl as I reached for him.
Ok, I thought, that's fine, I'm still getting wanked by a young teen, and
there was plenty to look at. His t-shirt didn't cover up his crotch, and I
watched as his little rubbery penis bounced up and down on his wrinkled
little sack. There was a very light dusting of pubic hair above his dick,
running down the sides a little, and it was mousey brown like the hair on
his head. None of it had grown long enough to curl yet, so I knew it must
have been a fairly recent addition. As I watched his dick, it showed no sign
of growing, staying a couple of inches long, with that overhanging foreskin,
and a lovely wrinkled appearance.
I nearly came, and didn't want it to end there, so I took another chance and
reached out for his dick. This time he didn't seem to mind, and my fingers
closed around the softest, whitest little dick they had touched since I was
a kid myself. I rolled him around in my hand for a bit, but when I went to
touch his balls he gave me one of those scowls, and a little growl to tell
me to stay away. So, I concentrated on his dick.
Ever so slowly it began to lengthen and fatten, and after a couple of
minutes of fondling, it was standing a proud four inches out of his body,
pointing for the sky like only a young boy's erection can. He let his hand
drop away from me as I wanked him slowly, pulling the foreskin back and
forth a little. Its opening was tight, but there was enough movement there
to give him a good wank, and I went at it for a couple of minutes, watching
his face redden and hearing him catch his breath a couple of times. I was
getting worked up by how hot he was getting, and decided to take one more
chance. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear,
"Can I suck you off?"
I thought for a moment he was going to freak, but he just hung his head, a
shamed expression it seemed, and nodded a couple of times. I wasn't going to
kneel on the cubicle floor to suck him, so we had to reposition outselves
with me on the seat and him standing in front of me. It wasn't a
straightforward process, and by the time we were done he was soft again,
though not as shrivelled as he was before. Clearly the nerves were still
there. I didn't mind at all, though, because it gave me the chance to have
his soft dick in my mouth, something I relished. I rolled it around, letting
my tongue play against the puckered opening of his foreskin, before letting
the organ slip from between my lips.
It was half hard, and damp from my saliva. I marvelled at the strong
contrast between the white skin of his shaft and the pinkness of his
foreskin, which I now managed to skin back past his head with little effort.
His dick hardened the rest of the way in my hand, trapping the roll of skin
on his shaft, the head shining as it engorged with blood to its fullest
extent. It was such a lovely, soft pink colur, unlike the purple heads of
older boys and men.
I couldn't hold off any longer, and leaned forward to suck his dick into my
mouth, applying the maximum lungpower I had available on the way down,
feeling the head bulge slightly as I drew even more blood into it. I could
hear a gasp from the boy, and he pushed me off him, grabbing his shaft and
squeezing hard. When it was deflated enough, he pushed the skin back over
his head, and I suddenly realised that it must have hurt as his dick
expanded with the tight ring of skin behind it. He let me carry on, though,
pulling his hands away and thrusting his hips forward, presenting his still
fairly hard dick to me. I got the idea, and used my hand to get him all the
way hard again, but this time without pulling back on his skin.
I sucked hard again as I took him back into my mouth, and again his dick
hardened to the strength of steel, but this time obviously without pain as I
was allowed to continue. I kept the suction up and bobbed my head, eliciting
more and more frantic gasps of air from the boy until his knees started
shaking and I could feel the tell-tale pulse of a strong orgasm ripping
through his dick, making it jump in my mouth. I thought it might be dry, but
the last two of the bigger pulses sent little volleys of fresh semen into my
mouth, which I savoured the flavour of, salty but definitely sweet, with
none of the bitterness associated with adult come.
The boy was guilty now, the post-orgasmic realisation of what he'd done
hitting home pretty quickly. He grabbed his pants, almost frantically doing
them up, before pulling open the door and escaping, not even bothering to
check if the coast was clear. I quickly shut the door behind him and looked
down at my crotch, covered in the semen of not one but two spontaneous
orgasms.


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