Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2007 12:55:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chick Grope <gropechick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roving Hands Part 5

The following week at school was hell for me. I couldn't concentrate on
anything except the memory of my sex sessions with my boyloving man, and
the constant tingling and twitching of my penis every time I remembered
how it felt to have his cock swell to hardness in my mouth. I wondered if
any other boys in my class had been with a man. Probably one or two, but
most of my classmates were still babies, as you might say. I felt really
grown up by comparison to them. I wondered about some of our teachers
too. "Dickie" Richardson in particular was always hanging round the
showers after games, I guess he just liked looking at naked boys. He
played a lot of what we called "pocket billiards", in other words, he was
fondling himself through his pocket while he watched the boys in the
showers. Dirty sod! Good luck to him!
By Friday, I was desperate to be with my man again. I guess I was moody
and restless, because even my mother asked me what was wrong. She always
went out on Friday evenings with "the girls", whoever they were, and
usually came back a bit drunk and with her hair all messed up. This
Friday, when she came in, I was still up. I had been "tossing off", ie
wanking, jacking off, masturbating - I was acquiring quite a vocabulary!
- and she almost caught me with my stiffy in my hand. Phew!
"What are you doing?" she asked, her speech a little slurred.
"Nothing, mom." The standard dumb answer to a standard dumb question.
"Were you playing with your willy?"
"No, mom."
"Well, see that you don't. It's dirty."
"Yes, mom."
I smiled inwardly when I remembered the plastic cock thing she kept in a
drawer in her dressing table. Wasn't that "playing" with yourself too?
That night I had a wet dream. It was SO gross I blushed when I remembered
it. It must have been her plastic cock thing that triggered the dream. I
imagined pushing her plastic cock thing into myself, you know, into my
bum, and it made my cock throb and tingle and even made me cum. When I
woke up, there was a kind of wet puddle under me. I really had spunked
up! Just imagine, though, pushing something up your bum! I mean, that's
SO gross.
Isn't it? I wondered what my boyloving man would say if he knew. I guess
he would be disgusted. Maybe better not to mention it. But of course I
DID mention it, and his reaction was not at all what I expected.
So, trembling and a bit ashamed, but with my penis already semi-stiff, I
rang his doorbell and waited for him to let me in.

[To be continued. Comments to gropechick@yahoo.com, or visit my little
group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rovinghands/]
PS, I know it's a short episode, but if you are like me, you like to
"edge", ie, delay your climax, and this is my way of helping us all to do
that!

"If it moves fondle it"