Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2007 09:55:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chick Grope <gropechick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roving Hands 2

"Did you like holding my cock?"
What could I say? It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever had, to be
holding a man's hard cock in my little fist while he stroked my stiffy. I
blushed and didn't reply. You're like that when you're only thirteen!
"Well, you didn't NOT like it, right?"
I nodded.
"And did you like me holding your cock? Was that nice?"
Just thinking about that time in the cinema, in the dark, holding each
other's cocks, made me start to get stiff again. I was trembling. To tell
you the truth, I felt a bit silly, but I was glad I had called him and
arranged to meet him again.
I nodded again. My little penis was hard already and straining to burst
out of my pants. Then he asked me a question that really threw me.
"Do you like girls?"
I remained silent. I didn't know anything about girls.
"Well, do you think about girls?"
I wanted to scream at him "No, I only think about men's cocks", but I
just shook my head.
"Well, you don't say much. It seems to me that you need something to help
you relax, my young friend!"
And then he pointed to my crotch.
"My, my, it seems we have a hard-on already! Good for you!"
I blushed again. I hated when I blushed but I couldn't help it.
I sipped at the drink that he had poured me. It was sweetish and sort of
strong-tasting.
"It's not my fault. It just comes up on its own," I said.
"That is wonderful, Jack" - I loved when he used my name, like we were
real mates or something - "Remember, your penis is your best friend. He
will give you a lifetime of pleasure. Look after him, treasure him."
"Would you like to take him out and show me. I would love to see your
stiffy, Jack."
It seemed a bit funny to me that a man should want to see my little cock,
but I was secretly sort of flattered. I unzipped and flicked my cock out,
leaving it to stand to attention, all pink and white and twitching.
He looked at it and sucked in his breath.
"Beautiful," he murmured, "just beautiful. You have a lovely cock, Jack.
I would love to hold it again for you. If you want me to....."
Oh god! I SO wanted him to take my cock in his hand again and do that
thing he did in the cinema and give me all those thrills again. I had
done myself a few times, but it isn't the same as when someone else does
it for you, right?
"Yes, please. I like when you do that for me."
He stood up but turned away from me.
"! will be back," he said as he left the room. "Play with your lovely
stiffy while I am away."
You know how it is when your cock is hard and throbbing: you just have to
wrap your fingers round it, make a fist and stroke away. There is no
better feeling in the whole world than working your cock that way. I had
been practising and was really getting good at what my friend Deggy
called "tossing off".
When the man came back, he was wearing only a light dressing gown which
was open at the front, revealing his gorgeous cock, semi-stiff and
looking as eatable as a fat sausage. I gawped at it. Would my little
penis ever get to be that big?
"What say we put our two cocks together, Jack? Let them get to know each
other a little."
He sat on an easy chair and had me straddle his thighs, facing him, so
that we could put our cocks together.
I could feel the heat emanating from his lovely fat cock. He was still
only half erect, but my stiffy was a rigid as an iron rod. He wrapped his
fingers round both our cocks and held them together. I could feel the
surges in his cock as it grew to full erection, rubbing and twitching
against my stiffy till I thought I would faint from the pleasure of it.
My mother had warned me against men who liked little boys, so I knew that
he was one of them. But from the moment she told me about men who were
boylovers, I had wanted to meet one, to find out what it was like to be
loved by a grown man. And now I was about to find out, I was about to
have a wonderful experience that changed my whole life. Thanks to my
cinema man and his roving hands...

[to be continued. Comments to gropechick@yahoo.com]

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