Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 17:59:32 -0600
From: TH
Subject: Little Red Freckles

WARNING:

These stories contain descriptions of sexual acts by and between boys and
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No animals were mistreated in the writing of this story, no rain-forests
devastated, nor any harm done to the biosphere. In particular, no boy was
hurt in any way.  As I stated, this is fiction and all persons depicted
herein are purely the product of my imagination and for entertainment
purposes only!  Any resemblance to any individual, alive, dead or yet to be
born, is purely coincidental .

This story tells you nothing about me or my tastes: except whether or not I
can write an interesting story.  If I were capable, I might also write
about a government conspiracy, or a murder mystery.  Though I certainly
wouldn't engage in either.

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	Hey.  Sit down and let me tell you about one of my little
encounters. This was years ago, way
 back when I was younger but not here, I mean not in this town.  Yeah, I
know you want to tell me about your best time, but I've gotta get this in
first. now set quiet while I tell it.  It was spring, you know, along about
march some time, I think.
	 I was at the park, setting and reading, cause it was that kind of
day. Beautiful sun, the trees were showing early buds, some green to the
grass too. Any way, I'm setting there not paying too much attention to too
much, but still able to hear the kids as they played. Once in a while I'd
look up at them when they'd come closer to where I sat.
	There was this one boy, he wasn't pretty or anything, wasn't blond
and wasn't too graceful on his feet either, but there was just a certain
something about him that made me look close at him. Hell. I don't even have
an idea how old he was, maybe just eight, or hell, he could have been as
old as twelve too. I'm a terrible judge of ages.
	Well anyway, I'd been there for awhile and the sun was sure making
me feel fat and lazy. one of the times I looked up, I noticed that boy
going into the bathroom on the far side of the park. I just noticed it see,
not for any reason, just recognized that it was that boy and he was going
into the john.
	Well I just went right back to my reading, and whadaya know, the
next time I looked up he's ambling across the grass in my direction. Now, I
gotta pay just a little attention, at least enough to see where he's going
and maybe get a closer look at him.
	Sure enough, he walks right past me, well, about twenty feet away,
but I seen him real well. red hair,
 freckles, dirty stained green shirt where he'd been wrasslin on the
dirt. Looked like any other kid in the park to me.
	yeah, I'm gettin to the point, just be quiet a little longer and
it'll be your turn.
	O.K., so I'm watching him walk by. He don't even look my way, don't
even know I'm there. He goes to the bathroom on this side of the park and
goes in. Funny thing, I feel the urge to piss right then too. So I got up,
marked my place in the book and put it on the bench cause it's a good spot
where the sun was on me, and I start for the bathroom.
	About half way there I almost turned around and went back, 'cause I
figured that maybe he just came over here 'cause there wasn't any paper in
the other one. But then I thought, that's O.K., I'll just go in and piss
and then come right out.
	Well I go in there, and it's not a big bathroom either, one urinal
and two stalls, and the boy is standing in front of the urinal. So I go in
the first stall. I take out my pecker, I call it a pecker even though it
aint. I've never been too big, about four inches soft, though it does get
larger when hard. But I don't complain, it's given me lots of pleasure over
the years with the help of my good right hand.
	And I'm standing there pissing in one of those older commodes, you
know, the ones that have a full bowl of water in them. It makes noise when
you piss in them, and I guess that's why I never heard the door to the
second stall open. About the time I'm done pissing, a slight movement
caught me eye. There's this hole in the partition between the stalls, see,
and out the corner of my eye I seen some kind of movement there.
	My first impulse was to quickly finish and tuck it away. Like I
said, I aint got enough to be overly proud of, and I normally keep it
hid. But then I don't want no dribbles running down my leg.  I've done that
before and it bothers the hell out of me. So I just try to be calm about it
and shake it like normal. Except that while I'm shaking it I glance at the
hole .  It's the kid, I know it's the kid 'cause I see the freckles on his
cheek. And he's moving around just a little too and I can catch a glimpse
of his green shirt too. Since he's looking down through the hole at my
dick, He's not gonna see me looking down at him , so I stand there like a
dummy and watch him looking at me.
	Of course, all this time I'm stripping my dick, getting the last
few drops out. Then, I guess I got brave, maybe just dumb, or something. I
turned to the partition and leaned my head against it. Then, moving very
slow, I arched my back to place my dick close to the hole.
	Now from there I couldn't see if he was still looking through the
hole, but I hoped he was. My dick was about half hard by now, 'cause I was
getting excited. I stood there for what seemed like a minute and nothing
happened to scare me, so then I went and put my dick through that hole.
	Now say what you want, but I thought about a lot of things when I
put it in there. About how there might be someone there with a knife, or
how he could just grab it real tight, and me not be able to pull it back
out. It's pretty scary the first time.
	But nothing like that happened. At first, absolutely nothing
happened.  Then I felt him touch it.  Real, real soft. So softly that his
fingers slipped over the loose skin with out moving it. Bach and forth over
the whole thing so soft, like he didn't want me to feel him touching it.
	And it got hard too, as hard as I've ever been able to get it,
maybe harder. I was almost tempted to pull it out real quick to see how
long it was when it got this hard, but I couldn't because then he'd stop
and maybe not start again. I wanted him to suck it too, but then maybe he'd
bite, or sometimes kids have cavities and their teeth are sharp, or maybe
there was someone else in there with him, or maybe a lot of other things. I
don't remember all the things, but it was scary.  Well I remember feeling
him breathing on it just before he did.
	Yeah, I know, that's a lot of feeling for a dick, but you got to
remember that it was stretched as tight as it's ever been. 'N his breath
was so warm too. The first little kiss on the head and I just about
cum. Then he wrapped his lips around the head and his tongue worked around
the bottom of it, and he sucked it soo nice, kinda soft like . Not any
thing like you guys do it.
	DAMN ! You know how many times I've drifted off to sleep thinking
about that.
	Well, that's the story. I didn't get to cum, because he didn't
finish it. He just stopped and left me standing there . I knew who he was
and when I was finally ready to come out of the bathroom, I thought as how
he would know who I was too. But right then I wanted him to know who I was,
it was only later that I realized that if I pursued him I'd only get in
trouble.
	He had stopped because he wanted to stop, and that's the way it
should be. But what a hell of a memory...