Date: Thu, 2 Apr 2015 12:40:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Sleep Overs

I used to enjoy the sleepovers we used to have with family and friends. I
was 9 or 10 when they started, just card games and soft drinks for the
juniors and alcohol for the adults. I'd go up to bed after 11.00, and the
rest would play on. There were sleeping bags everywhere, at least 2 or 3 on
the floor in my room. That first time, I woke with people coming into my
room. It was three mature men, all friends of the family. I opened one eye
a little, and watched them all undressing. All three were overweight, big
bellies, but just in their underpants, they looked better. I liked seeing
my school friends in the PE changing room, in just their pants. It was
exciting.  Older men were nicer to look at. I started to get a hard on and
slowly slid my hand down inside my pajama trousers, and began stroking my
boy-cock.

Then one of them, Billy, tugged his underpants down and stepped out of
them. wow, what a lovely looking cock. They whispered to each other a few
dirty remarks about sizes of cocks, and Billy slid into his sleeping
bag. Then George, a lovely old man, got into his sleeping bag without
taking off his pants. That left Jim. He was a batchelor, and had often
cuddled me and kissed me on the cheek, and I liked him a lot. I'd started
to day dream about being kissed by a man. I liked thinking about that as I
wanked myself off to sleep, being kissed and cuddled, interfered with and
made to touch and play with his cock, oohhh, I wanted it all. Jim was
standing only inches from me as he pulled down his pants. It was small, but
thick, and very hairy. He stood, facing me and as he kicked off the pants
from around his feet, it wobbled so beautifully from side to side. I longed
to reach out and touch it, fondle it, play with it.

Jim stepped over to the light switch and suddenly it was dark. I heard him
trying to step over the others to get back to his sleeping bag, then
something heavy landed on top of me. All the wind was knocked out of me as
Jim landed on my bed. "I'm so sorry Peter" Jim said "I tripped on ones of
these old farts" As I struggled to get my breath back, I felt am arm slip
under my duvet, and slide around my neck. In the complete darkness I
whispered "No harm done". A kiss landed on my cheek. "Are you alright
Peter"? he asked quietly. "Yes" I whispered, slipping one arm around Jims
neck, hoping for another kiss. It came and landed on the corner of my
mouth. I held him close, making the kiss last longer. "That's good" he
whispered in my ear. I rolled onto my back, and pulled him towards me
again. His lips landed directly over mine. That felt nice. One, two three
proper kisses on my lips. As the third kiss began, I felt his other hand
tugging at the waistband my pajama trousers. As quickly as I could, I moved
my spare hand down under the duvet, and cupped it over his hand, holding it
where it was. As the kiss broke off, I moved it down wards and sideways a
little, and held it directly over my boy-cock, covered by the thin material
of my pajamas. I felt his fingers close around my cock, and I couldn't help
letting out a soft moan into his ear.

I took my hand away, and laid there letting him squeeze my boy-cock. It
felt lovely. In the darkness, another kiss arrived, but this time his
tongue was licking right across my lips. I opened my mouth and let his
tongue slide in. My first French kiss, in total darkness, with an adult
man. What a lucky boy am I, I thought as his tongue searched inside my
mouth. His fingers searched and found the opening in my pajama trousers,
and Jim was soon wanking me. When the kiss ended, he whispered loud enough
to be heard "Well if you are sure you're ok Peter, I'll go to bed, but wake
me up at any time, ok" Jims hand was pulled out of my pajamas, one quick
kiss and he was gone.

It wasn't long before I heard snoring, loud snoring, so I slipped my hand
out of the bed, and down to where I knew Jims sleeping bag was. I found the
edge of it and the long zip. Very slowly, I started to unzip it, as quietly
as I could. Feeling inside, it was nice and warm, and my fingers soon found
Jim. I laid my fingers on Jims chest and kept them still. In seconds one of
Jims hands took mine and began to move it down. In a few more seconds my
hand was being held right on top of Jims cock. After a short while, he took
his hand away, but I kept mine there, with my fingers wrapping themselves
around that gorgeous cock .I started to play with his cock, and it
responded by getting stiffer. I soon had a wanking movement going deep
inside his sleeping bag. In a couple of moments, Jims cock was lovely and
stiff, and standing straight up, but there was a soft rustling sound from
the shiny sleeping bag material.

Jims hand stopped my wanking, and I heard movement from his sleeping
bag. The duvet was pulled down and Jim sat on my arm. I pulled it out from
under him and moved over a bit. Suddenly Jim was in bed beside me, the
duvet was pulled up and Jims hand slipped under my neck. In the darkness,
he rolled over on top of me, his weight holding me down. I put my arms
around his neck, and his lips found mine. His tongue filled my mouth, and
his stiff cock began to grind against me. I reached down between us and
took hold of it, and started to wank him. He pulled the duvet right up over
our heads and whispered in my ear "Do you like this Peter, being in bed
with a man"?  "Yes" I softly whispered.  "Sex between a man and a boy is
wonderful Peter, but we must keep it a secret, ok"? "Kiss me" I whispered,
and sucked his tongue into my mouth. I pushed his cock down between my
legs, and closed my thighs on it.

He began to thrust it, making love to the gap between my thighs. It felt so
lovely. I desperately longed to have his cock up inside my bottom. I knew
all about oral and anal sex, and I wanted it all with Jim. I whispered in
his ear "Jim, Can I kiss and lick the end of your cock. I really want
to...please"? Another long kiss then Jim began to raise himself up. He
walked on his knees, little by little until his knees were in my
armpits. He must have leant forward because suddenly his helmet touched my
cheek. I took hold of it and wiped it across my mouth several times. Then I
just popped it inside like a gob stopper. HHHmmm it felt so delicious, and
tasted even better.  I could feel Jim trying to thrust it in further, and
released my grip a little. Jim pushed it in slightly further, then began to
ease it out. I let go and cupped my hands on his bottom cheeks, and
squeezed softly. Another thrust in and out, in and out, in and out. I'd
dreamt of this moment so often, being in bed with a man and having his
stiff cock slide in and out of my mouth or my bottom. I didn't mind
which. Not necessarily with Jim either. Just cock inside my mouth or up
inside my bottom. Then I just have to wait for the moment when he cums. All
that lovely cum spurting inside me. How long would I have to wait.

Suddenly a big thrust, his cock ending up at the back of my throat, and
another, and another.........then the first spurt of cum. I felt it hit the
inside of my mouth, then another, and another. Then they died down but he
kept on thrusting, so I kept on sucking. My mouth seemed to be filling up
with cum. There was so much of it...and it tasted so beautiful. I plucked
up courage and gave one big swallow. It wasn't enough, I had to swallow
again, but I didn't mind, I had a mans cum inside me.After a couple of
moments Jims cock began to go soft, and he slowly slid down in the bed to
cuddle me. With his ear close, I whispered "That was lovely Jim". We must
have fallen asleep in each others arms, because suddenly I heard "What are
you doing in bed with Peter"? "I invited him" I said sleepily "It must have
been cold in just a sleeping bag"

In a moment both Billy and George were both standing beside my bed. Billy
was naked and it looked as though he had a soft hard-on. Georges'
underpants looked well-filled, and I wondered if he was thinking of pulling
them down and pushing his cock into my mouth. I wouldn't mind, I was
thinking. Jim sat up beside me. "What's going on" he asked. "Have you been
grooming young Peter, getting him to do things" George asked, bending
slightly over me, his bulge only 3 or 4 inches from me. "Of course not"
said Jim. Billy pulled the duvet right off us. I lay there naked, my
pajamas now on the floor, and Jim was laying there with a half
hard-on. They both leant forward, and one said "I can smell CUM, and there
are stains on the sheets."

"Oh alright" said Jim "You can't tell anyone though"" What did you get up
to" asked Billy...looking at me. "We had a kiss and cuddle" I said
nervously, then dried up. "I gave the boy a wank" Jim said "Then he sucked
me off, and swallowed the lot. Didn't you boy"? I looked up at George and
Billy and nodded. "Did Jim put it in your mouth, and cum"? I nodded and
felt Jims arm sliding around my waist. "See, the boy likes me, and wants to
be my little sissy-boy, don't you Peter"? "No he doesn't" said George "He
wants to be OUR sissy-boy. We'll share him" George pulled me to him and
held my face to the front of his pants. "There you are, he'll take all our
spunk....won't you boy"?  I was starting to get a bit excited, and nodded,
lifting my hand up behind him, and squeezing his bottom. "That's nice"
George whispered. "You see, he's touching me up. He just likes old men,
don't you"? I nodded after a while. I moved round and sat on the edge of
the bed. "Well go on, he's waiting" said Jim. "He wants to suck both of you
off, whose first"?



End of Part One