Date: Thu, 17 May 2007 13:02:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chick Grope <gropechick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roving Hands Part 7

John was the first man who "took" me. There have been many others since,
but nothing can ever compare with that first time. I can still remember
every moment, every sensation, every little tingle and thrill, every
caress, all leading to the big moment when the whole world seemed to
explode in a riot of flashing lights and colours. I have no idea what
women feel when a man cums inside them, and I don't care. All I know is
what a boy feels when he has a hard cock inside his "boipussy" (that's
what John called it), from the moment when he first feels the pressure of
that velvety cockhead pushing into him, so soft and yet so bone-hard,
stretching him open. Yes, it's painful the first time, but it is a nice
sort of pain, and is soon replaced with other, much more wonderful
sensations.
John had taken me on to his lap, facing him, my legs straddling his
thighs. I loved looking into his liquid brown eyes, and even though I was
a little scared, I didn't flinch or even close my eyes when he pulled me
to him and slid his cock into the cleft between my bottom cheeks and
began to massage my little hole with his cockhead. It was already wet
with his precum (how I loved the words he taught me!), and he moved it
back and forth like it was a paintbrush. It made me all tingly, and I
smiled at him to let him know I liked what he was doing to me.
"Now!" he said softly. The paintbrush motion stopped, and he placed the
tip of his cockhead against my little boyhole, which was all wet now from
his precum. I felt the pressure as he pushed into me. Just a little,
hardly at all, but I felt a stab of pain as my sphincter began to yield.
I flinched, I couldn't help it.
"Look at me, Jack," he said. Those liquid brown eyes, so kind but so
vivid now. I could see his excitement in them, and something more: he
would not stop now.
"It's all right, Jack, Just take deep breaths and relax."
I smiled bravely and did as he said. Another thrust, this time a little
harder. His cock was stretching me, it felt huge, bigger even than that
plastic cockthing of my mother's. He paused again, holding in me.
"No, Jack, don't try to push me out."
I realised that I had instinctively done that, the way you do when you
want to poop.
"Sorry, I didn't..."
He stroked my hair.
"That's all right, Jack. Just try this: instead of pushing me out, try to
imagine you are sucking me into you."
That got me really excited, the thought of SUCKING HIS COCK INSIDE ME! I
had no idea how to do that, but I tried, clenching somehow to draw him
deeper into me.
"Now!" he said again, this time thrusting harder. "Suck, Jack, Suck!"
And I felt my spincter yield completely and then close again behind the
ridge of his cockhead. He paused again, holding still. He looked down at
my little penis, which was not stiff at all now. Then he took it between
his thumb and forefinger and started to caress it, at the same time
making little thrusting movements into me. I felt another stab of pain,
which caused me to wince.
"It's all right, Jack. Take your time. You and I have all the time in the
world to enjoy this."
The movement of his hand on my penis made me focus on the lovely tingling
that he was causing down there. I felt myself getting stiff again, and I
loved it. But I could not ignore the feeling of FULLNESS in my boipussy
as John continued moving inside me, just a little thrust followed by
stillness, then another, then another. Something was happening deep
inside me, thrills and tingles like I had never experienced before. The
discomfort and stabs of pain slowly subsided and I began to realise just
how amazing it was to have his cock inside me. He was hard, but still
somehow his cock felt soft like velvet, and it was making me more and
more dizzy with feelings that I could not put a name to.
I started to move on his cock, meeting his thrusts and feeling him
penetrating me deeper and deeper till I could feel all of him in me. I
thought of a boy on a pony, it was just like I was riding his cock, first
a canter and then gradually getting faster till we were galloping
together. He was breathing heavily now and his face was knitted into a
frown from the exertion of fucking me. I loved that I was the one who was
making him feel good, just as he was making me feel good. When he spoke,
he just grunted the words:
"I want to come inside you, Jack."
It wasn't a question, he wasn't asking permission to fill me with his
manseed, it was just a statement of inevitability: he was going to come
inside me. And that is what I wanted more than anything else in the whole
world. I just wished my stiffy would pump sticky too. It felt so hot and
tingling now that I secretly hoped it might. That would make him really
proud of me.
I nodded. The thrusting became relentless, deep, unyeilding, punching
deep into my belly. I rode his cock proudly, wanting him to cum.
When his cock stiffened even more, I held my breath, because I knew by
now that that was the prelude to the final moment when he would feed his
warm milky manseed into me.
The first surge exploded in me at that moment, hitting my insides and
making my own little penis jerk and judder. I reached down and started to
masturbate myself, wanting desperately to cum for him as he was cumming
for me. Another surge, and another, and then, little thrusts as his
climax subsided. His eyes were closed and he was moaning softly to
himself. I felt a trickle as his cum began to ooze from me. If only I
could cum too!
John opened his eyes and looked deep into mine.
"You made me cum, Jack, you made me very happy."
He pulled me to him and hugged me tightly, kissing me full on the mouth.
I felt his cock soften and begin to slide out of me. Instinctively I
clenched my bottom, trying to hold him inside me.
When we broke apart, I was breathless from the kiss. He gently laid me on
the bed beside him, reached under me and covered his fingers with his
cum, and then smeared it over my penis. He gripped my stiffy firmly, and
began to stroke.
"One day, Jack, and it will be very soon, you will cum the way you just
made me cum. Would you like that?"
For an answer, I wrapped my little hand over his, just to let him know
that I wanted him to go on masturbating me, and never never ever to stop
till I came for him.

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