Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 01:46:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chick Grope <gropechick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roving Hands Part 1

I felt the hand slide over my thigh, close to the top, and the fingers
come to rest between my legs, touching me in my most private place. I
tried to go on watching the film, pretending that nothing was happening,
but it was impossible. The fingers started to move and press, causing my
penis to twitch and stiffen, the way it always does when I touch it
myself. I was scared, but I was also aroused. I couldn't see the man
whose hand was moving more and more insistently in my groin, but I could
smell his manly body odour. It excited me. I tried to stay still, but I
couldn't help moving towards his hand as my penis stiffened and strained
against the material of my pants.
His fingers moved again, this time to unzip me. He insinuated his fingers
inside my fly and when he touched my naked flesh, I nearly jumped out of
my skin. He managed to extract my penis and then he wrapped his fingers
round it, but delicately. I knew then that he would not hurt me or do
anything bad to me. I put my hand over his to let him know I wanted him
to continue. I heard him sigh, and tighten his grip on my cock, which by
now was really up and hard.
With his free hand, he took my hand and pulled it to his groin. He
already had his cock out and it was like semi-stiff, you know, when a
cock is like rubbery. I had never touched a man's cock before and I was
really eager to hold it. It felt enormous compared to my own little cock
-after all, I was only thirteen - and I love how it twitched and started
to stiffen when I wrapped my fingers round the shaft of it. It felt
really really huge now, and I felt proud that I was the one who was
making his cock so hard and throbbing. I glanced down to look at it, but
in the dim light of the cinema, I couldn't really make out much. I longed
to see it properly. I squeezed it hard, like I was trying to tell him
that I loved his cock. He returned the squeeze and my little stiffy gave
a judder that sent a thrill right down my thighs and up into my belly. He
was moving his hand up and down my stiffy, you know, what they call
masturb... somethingi, well some word like that, which means what my
friend Deggy calls tossing off. He was tossing me off, and I just closed
my eyes and let the good feelings flow through me.
I was holding his cock ever so tight, but not trying to toss him off,
because I didn't know how to do it, and anyway he might not want me to, I
thought. At that moment, he put his free hand over mind and started to
move my hand up and down his cock. It was like we were both tossing him
off. I loved that. The skin felt warm and silky, it was making me pant it
was so beautiful. I never realised how beautiful a man's cock could be. I
wanted to hold it for ever, I wanted him to hold his hand over mine to
let me know he wanted me to hold his cock for ever. I was like in heaven,
I had never in all my thirteen years known anything so good. And best of
all, he was giving me feelings in my own cock that were better than
anything I had ever experienced before.
Then a moment came when it was like great surges of electricity were
racing through my body, down my thighs almost to my toes, and up through
my belly into my chest, and even sort of tingling in my head. I thought I
was going to die, it was just an amazing feeling. He stopped rubbing my
stiffy then, but just held it tight. He must have felt the pulsations as
each surge came. He explained to me later that it was called an orgasm,
but I didn't, you know, make sticky stuff, not that first time. When I
finally calmed down, he released my penis and also took his hand from
over mine, and gently pushed my hand away, even though his cock was still
as stiff as an iron rod. He sat back then as if all he wanted to do was
watch the movie. I felt let down. Maybe he was angry with me. Maybe I had
done it wrong when I tried to toss him off. Then he discreetly put his
cock away, zipped up and stood up to go, even though it wasn't the end of
the film. I felt really really confused, but as he turned to go, he
slipped a piece of card into my hand, and then left.
I looked at the card as soon as the lights went up. It was a phone number
- one of those 077... numbers that mobile phones have. And underneath,
the words CALL ME.
I went home, got to bed - luckily my mom was out so there were no
questions and stuff - and started to play with my cock again while I
remembered how good his cock felt in my hand. And I knew I would phone
that 077.... number and I knew that I would see him again.
[to be continued. Comments to gropechick@yahoo.com]

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