Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2013 12:09:07 +0000 (GMT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Saturday Mornings

Saturady mornings was when I collected the money on my paper round. All
sorts of strange people, but some I learnd to love. The old man at number
18 always semmed to be wearing just his underpants. He used to invite me in
while he searched for the money, and I grew to enjoy seeing him walking
around, with the "Y" on the front of his pants wobbling from side to
side. I was about 13, and wanking every day with boys at school, but I knew
I'd have to feel inside his pants one day.

As the weather turned warmer, I started to wear my gym shorts on
Saturdays. My new friend at number 18 seemed to like seeing me in them, and
asked if I'd like a glass of lemonade. I said yes and was asked to sit
down. How lovely it was to sit and watch him walk to and fro to the
kitchen, wearing just his pants. As he walked towards me with my lemonade,
my eyes were firmly fixed on the wobbling "Y". He came and sat next to me,
but I couldn't see much of his bulge because of his big belly. "What's your
name" ? he asked, slipping one arm around my shoulder. "Peter" I blurted
out, and started drinking my lemonade, while glancing down into his lap. I
finished all to soon, and got up to take my glass out to the kitchen. As I
walked away from him, I heard "I can see your underpants through those
shorts Peter" As I got into the kitchen, he had caught up with me, and I
felt a hand gently resting on my bottom. "Don't wear any underpants from
now on Peter. You've got a lovely bottom, and it would be a shame to hide
it". I stood still, letting him slowly rub my bottom. "How old are you"? he
whispered in my ear. "Thirteen" I whipered back. "You don't look it" he
whispered very softly "you look about 10 or 11".

"I know, I've always been small and skinny" I replied. "That's ok, I like
young boys, but you'd better not tell anyone, ok" I nodded and left. I
couldn't stop thinking about him, all week at school and every night in bed
as I wanked myself off. The sight of him in his y-fronts and the feeling of
his hand on my bottom. On Saturday morning, I asked my older sister if I
could borrow a pair of her gym shorts as mine were dirty. I knew hers were
made of a thiner material, and were all shiny, with a little split up the
side of each leg. They looked really sexy, but were pink. She said yes, and
I was soon out the door, without any underpants. I had looked in the mirror
and saw that they were slightly transparent, so I kept the money pouch in
front of me.  When I got to number 18, the door opened, but he stayed
behind it. "Come in Peter" I heard him say "Go through to the lounge". I
walked passed him, glancing back to see that he was in y-fronts, then went
into the lounge. I put the money pouch down on the table and just stood
still. "Oh Peter" he sighed "Those shorts are lovely. Where did you get
them"? he asked. "I've borrowed them from my sister. Do you like them"? I
whispered, slowly turning round.

"Oh Yes Peter, very much. They're a snug fit and a bit see-thru. I love
them and can see your little willy. Did you know that they are a bit thin,
and that people can see through them"/.  I nodded. "I think you like
showing off, don't you"? he asked. I nodded again. "Turn around again" he
said. I obeyed, but slowly. "Lean forward on the table" I heard, and so
obeyed, knowing that the shorts would be tight across my bottom, giving him
a good view. "Do you like me in them"? I whispered. "Yes, very much Peter"
he said. I heard my approach and then felt a hand on my bottom, As it moved
in circles he asked "Do you play with other boys willies at school"? I
nodded. "Do you like it"? Again I nodded. "Have you tried it with anyone
older"? I shook my head adding "No...........but I've thought about it a
lot".  "When do you think about it Peter"?  "When I'm in a school toilet
cubicle with another boy, and when I'm alone in bed" "Why , do you think
you'd like it with some one older"? he said easing his fingers up under the
leg of my shorts, onto one bottom cheek.  "Seeing my friends in the
changing room, in their underpants"........."Does that excite you"? he said
quickly. I just nodded. "And seeing me"? he asked, "In my underpants"?  I
half turned and looked down at the front of his pants. "Yes" I blurted out.

He slipped his arms around my waist, and pulled me to him, letting his
hands then slip down onto my bottom cheeks. "Do you like me touching your
bottom"? he whispered in my ear. I nodded and it seemd only right to put my
arms around him, so I did, hooking my fingertips under the waistband of his
pants and pulling him to me. My head came to rest on his bare shoulder. I
could smell the aroma of a man. Looking down I could only see the top of
his belly. "Do you remember I told you that I liked young boys, but you
mustn't tell anyone"? I nodded and murmered a soft "Yes". "You want to be
with an older person don't you Peter, a man,is that right"? Again I mumbled
a "Yes".  "Well, I like young boys, you like older men, so as long as
no-one finds out, we'll be ok. So we're not going to tell anyone are we"?
I shook my head and pushed my hands down underneath his pants until I had
one ample bottom cheek cupped in each hand. I turned my head sideways and
kissed him on the neck. I didn't know why, it just seemd right and normal.

My hands began to carress his bottom cheeks. "Oh I like that Peter" he
whispered and kissed me back. Several kisses later our lips met. Again it
just seemd the natural thing to do. I didn't feel that we were doing
anthing naughty or dirty. I wanted to be in this flat, in the arms of an
older man, who only had his y-fronts on, and was allowing me to fondle his
bare bottom cheeks. The minutes just seemd to slip by, until I glanced down
and saw the money bag. "I've got more money to collect. I must go soon" I
sighed and received another kiss, this time longer, a proper kiss. "Five
more minutes Peter" he said and pressed his bulge to me. I could feel he
had a hard-on, so did I. "Why don't we take our clothes off for the last 5
minutes Peter. Would you like to pull my pants down"? I nodded and began
tugging at the sides, as he started to unbutton my shirt. The shirt and his
underpants slipped down to the floor at the same time, and as his fingers
began to tug at my shorts, I took half a step backwards to look down at his
cock.

Oh, it was beautiful, rock hard, surrounded by grey curly hair, and
pointing straight up at me, as if begging to be touched. He bent forwards
to help my shorts down, as I reached out to take hold of it. "Oh" I blurted
out as my fingers wrapped themselves around it. We both looked down to see
us playing with each others cocks. "Kiss me again Peter" he sighed. We
stepped a little closer and our lips met. The wanking continued as the kiss
got longer and longer, until I felt his tongue. I'd heard of french
kissing, but I didn't think it would be an old man who taught me. All to
soon I was about to cum, so I broke the kiss and told him. Another kiss
started and I began to spurt my boy-cum over him. We both looked down in
time to see him start to cum. Five or six big powerful spurts, then a long
dribbly stage, covering my hand with cum. "Oh Peter, are you happy we've
done this"? I nodded. He picked up his pants and began wiping us clean. I
put my shirt and shorts back on, counted out his paper money and let him
walk me to the door naked.

"See you next Saturday"? he asked. I nodded, he opened the door but stayed
behind it, and I left.


End of part 1