Date: Mon, 1 Nov 2010 22:27:27 +0000
From: Toby Craddock <thymelicus@gmail.com>
Subject: My Cream Will Flow Tonight

Many of the stories on Nifty purport to suggest that boys who start having
sex with men have been longing for it since they were toddlers and now
really enjoy being penetrated by a huge penis. You know how it goes; lonely
boy meets nice, understanding man who gives him some cookies and then
suggests they have sex.  Man puts his huge penis up the boy's bottom. The
boy says it hurts a bit at first but then the pain all disappears and both
man and boy have multi blistering orgasms. The boy finally falls blissfully
asleep in the man's arms and they live happily ever after.  Pull the other
one -- I don't deny some boys have successful sexual liaisons with men, but
I suspect such a relationship it often problematical. Here is how a boy
might feel about it.

My Cream Will Flow Tonight

I could hear my mum with the baby so I knew it would soon be time to get
up. Sure enough, at 7.30 am prompt she knocked on my bedroom door and said
"Andrew -- it's time to get up". I went into the bathroom still in my
pyjamas, washed the sleep from my eyes and went back into my bedroom to get
dressed. I fished around my undies drawer for the plain white singlet and
briefs he liked to see me in. I am supposed to be going round to his house
after school today to do that thing with him again, but sometimes I don't
think I ought to. Although I might not go today I'll put on the white
underwear just in case. I complete my dressing with my school uniform and
have a quick breakfast. Just some cereal. Mum gives me my packed lunch and
then I'm off on my bike to school. School is about a 20 minute ride away
across town. I could go past his house if I wanted to but that would be
slightly out of my way so I decide not to. What good would it do anyway --
it won't help me make up my mind whether or not to go later. A bit about
me. My name is Andrew and I'm 14. I live with my mum and dad and the new
baby in the east side of town. Not the best area to be in -- that's on the
west side where he lives and where my school is -- but there are worse
areas than ours. My dad is a men's hairdresser and he's very quiet. Mum
does all the organising for the family. By the way, I think the baby was a
bit of a mistake as she was definitely a surprise to all of us. I'm quiet
too like my dad -- my teachers say I'm am 'introvert'. I'm not anywhere
near the top of my class but there are others who are less intelligent. Not
many of the boys at school bother with me and neither do the girls for that
matter.

I met him (Robert) at Church because I used to sing in the choir before my
voice broke. He was, and still is a member of the Church Council. He's
middle aged and divorced. He used to be a senior manager in a company on
one of the local industrial estates on the edge of town. At the moment he
doesn't have a job so he'll be at home about 4.00 pm this afternoon after
school finishes. I don't know why it was I started calling at his house but
it was about 3 months ago. After a few visits I began to realise I liked
him and I suppose he thought I must quite like him as he showed me an
interesting magazine. It wasn't a sex magazine as such but it was a
catalogue of sexy underwear for men. Some of the young models were wearing
almost see-through underpants and some were wearing nothing but jock
straps. It was obvious that some had an erection, and in several of the
photos you could quite clearly see the model's penis through his briefs. It
contained the sexiest pictures I had ever seen. At the time he showed me
the catalogue I had started to wonder what it would be liked to be
masturbated by someone else. I had often heard boys at school talk about
wanking but none of them had suggested wanking with me. So I hatched a
plan. I pretended I didn't know what wanking was and I asked Robert if he'd
show me how to do it. At first he told me to ask another boy, but I
persisted. Finally he said if I dropped my jeans and underpants round my
knees he would give me a quick demonstration. He did the same, and for just
a few seconds he played with his penis and showed me how to do it. We got
dressed and that was that.

The next time I called round I came straight out with it and asked him to
do it to me.  He said no at first, but soon I was lying naked on his bed
and his fingers were round my penis. I can't describe how wonderful it felt
-- especially when my cream started to flow through the shaft of my penis
and out of the tip. He then wiped up my cream into a pair of his briefs
which he said he was going to wear for the rest of the day and that night
thinking of me. One thing led to another and before long I was wanking him
in just the same way as he wanked me. I liked him to make my cream flow
first and then I would make his flow. It excites me to think he prefers me
to having a lady friend. He told me that for men who aren't married and for
boys who don't have a girl friend the best thing is to do it together on a
regular basis so as not to let too much cream build up in their testicles.
He asked me to wear my white underwear for him as he says it is sexy and it
makes me look athletic and sporty. I usually wear coloured boxer shorts to
school as all the other boys do, but I like to please him so I started to
wear a white singlet and a pair of white briefs that I hadn't worn for
quite a time. We have been seeing each other for a couple of months now for
sex, and it was after Church last Sunday morning he asked me to call in
after school on Tuesday -- today.  Although I like to be wanked by him I
sometimes think I shouldn't be having sex with a man. He says that we like
doing the sort of things homosexuals like doing, but I'm sure I'm not
homosexual and one day I want to get married like everybody else does.
After the first few times I started to feel really quite upset with myself
for doing it. but although after each time I vowed not to do it again with
him I keep going back.

By the time the first lesson starts I have decided not to go to his house
after school today so I try to concentrate on the lesson, History, and then
I suddenly remember there is PE later this morning. That could be a bit of
a problem and I would have to be careful not to show my white briefs. A few
weeks back Robert had asked me if I ever fancied wanking with some of the
other boys in my class. I told him there were 3 or 4 boys who I liked
because they were sporty and quite good looking but I didn't dare ask
them. He suggested that I pose in front of them in my white briefs in the
changing rooms, and he said that if any of them fancied me they would tell
me afterwards that they liked my white briefs. So that's what I did when I
was next changing for PE but it went horribly wrong. I was posing near a
group of boys I liked when the bully in our class shouted out 'Hey Andrew,
are you gay or something? Only sissy-boys where white Y Fronts!' Of course
then all the others turned to look at me and started laughing -- I was so
embarrassed. So this time I shall be very careful NOT to show too much of
my briefs to anyone.

I was quite pleased when lunch time arrived and I sat at a table away from
the boys in my class but next to a table where a few of the most fancied
girls in year 9 were sitting. They didn't notice me, or if they did they
didn't invite me to sit with them.  Just then 3 high spirited year 7 boys
who were about 12 came and sat at my table and started to make jokes aimed
at the older girls. One said "I bet she's got nice boobs!"  and another
said "They're all wearing bras!". The girls took no notice until one of the
boys said "Show us your panties then!" One of the girls scowled at him and
simply said "Moron", whilst another girl said "They're not panties anyway,
they're knickers if you must know". The boys howled with laughter and one
of them said "My sister wears knickers too!" I just thought that those boys
were so happy that it was obvious they weren't churning over their minds
whether or not to go and meet a man friend after school to have sex. I wish
I didn't have that decision to make either. As for the girls I rather wish
I had a girl friend who the other boys would be jealous about. Mind you,
it's not that I want to do it with a girl -- not until after we're married
that is - and I think most girls would really prefer a boy friend like
me. We could walk round the shops on a Saturday afternoon and maybe watch a
little television later.

When the afternoon lessons began I start thinking about the 3 younger boys
who had sat next to me in the lunch break. I wondered who would be showing
them how to masturbate and when they would discover the lovely feeling as
it reached its climax. I thought that one of the boys was really very cute,
and I began to feel sexy about him when I realised my penis was stiff and
rubbing hard onto my briefs. At this point I wished I was on his bed again
- naked -- and his fingers were round my penis. I hadn't let my cream flow
for quite a few days and now I wanted it badly. I tried not to think about
it but as I walked from one classroom to another it was pretty obvious
there was a tent in my trousers. At last, 3.45 pm and the end of school for
the day. I go straight to the bike shed with a view to going home. I head
off down Princess Road that goes to the centre of town, but instead of
going all the way to the town centre I turn right onto Duchess Lane that,
within a few minutes, will take me to his house. It is as if my bike is on
auto-pilot. I then realise that if there had been one thing certain today
from the very moment I got up this morning it was -- despite my occasional
dithering -- that there was never any real doubt in my mind I would be
going to do it again with him after school. My cream will flow tonight.