Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2008 21:36:54 -0500
From: narrator@bigstring.com
Subject: Stanley

This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between underage boys and
later on underage boys and men.

You have been warned.  On the other hand I hope in all sincerity that you
enjoy this story as it is absolutely true.

If I carry on it will be on the strength of your feedback.  Now on with the
tale....



I was ten years old when I first had sex with another boy.  His name was
Stan and he was in the last year of junior school, in fact he was in the
same class as me.  However that's were the similarities ended, Stan was
small for his age with a mop of fair hair and an infectious smile, in fact
you would take him to be eight years old instead of the ten year old boy he
really was. He would latch onto me at play time and in our lunch break.  It
was a bit embarrassing at first, having this little boy" as it were,
following me around, but his friendly manor and cute good looks began to
wear away at my resolve and after a while I actually found myself enjoying
his company.  I just wasn't into the rough and tumble of the other kids
games, in fact they scared me a little so I would spend the breaks in the
school library at play times and in the park just across the road at lunch
time.  It was there, one lunch time in the park that I first discovered the
writing on the wall in the toilets.  It was innocent enough, one day I
wanted to pee and walked in the toilet, to my surprise all the urinals were
occupied so I went into the one and only cubicle to have my pee.  It was
then I noticed both the side walls were covered in writing and little drawn
pictures.

I'll never forget the feelings washing over me as I read the tales that
were told there, it was the most exciting few minutes in my entire life.
My head began to swim and my breathing became ragged as I struggled to
focus my eyes in the gloom.  I began to stroke myself as I eagerly digested
one story after another about adult men having sex together and with little
boys and little girls.  There were illustrations to go with the stories as
well, some were just crudely drawn outlines but other were obviously done
by an artist.  Those were the ones I liked the best and all too soon I was
trembling as that special feeling came over me.

"You in there Pete?"  The voice startled me back to reality as I realised
Stan must have followed me over here.  Quickly I adjusted my dress and
opened the door.  Yup, sure enough, there he was standing there with that
big smile plastered all over his face.  The place was empty now and I
stepped out of the cubicle and hurried out of the toilet with Stan in hot
pursuit. "What you doin'" he asked.  I rolled my eyes skyward, "what you
think I was doin'" I said sarcastically.

"Thought you were havin' a wank" he said, still grinning like a Cheshire
cat.  I felt myself going crimson and with my most convincing voice I lied
"Well I wasn't so there"

"Well you were making some funny noises" I ignored the remark.  "What do
you know about wanking anyway" I said brusquely.  "Me brother showed me how
to do it, he does it all the time" he said as he caught up and kept pace
with me.  " There was an awkward silence... My curiosity was aroused now.
"Does he do it to you?"  I asked, trying my best not to sound too
nosey. Now it was Stan's turn to blush.  "Well once when he was showing me
what to do" he muttered.

My mind started to work overtime, was this why he was always following me
around, did he want me to do to him what his brother had?  I decided to
keep going and see where this was leading us.  To be honest sex with
another boy had never really occurred to me until now, it was always girls
and listening to the stories older boys told about there conquests and
adventures, that had been my wanking material, but now other possibilities
began to dawn on me, and I was acutely aware of the hardening cock in my
pants and the growing feeling of excitement in my groin.

We were walking slowly now, down the tree lined path towards the park gates
that were opposite the school.  "Did he make you do it to him then?"  I
asked as matter of factly as I could.  Another silence ensued and then
almost in a whisper "Yer after he showed me what to do he made me do it to
him."  This was getting better all the time, I though to myself.

"How old's your bro then?" I asked slyly.  "He's eighteen" came the quick
reply.  Wow!!  better and better, I got little pictures forming in my mind
of a big hairy lad doing it with a little boy and my cock was now beginning
to hurt.

"Did he cum his load, I mean shoot his stuff" I put my hand in my pocket
and tried to cover my erection but all I did was draw Stan's attention to
it. He smiled and nodded his head. "yer all over me" "Fuck" I said in
astonishment.  "were you scared?"  He thought for a moment, his big eyes
narrowing a little, "Yer I suppose I was that time" I immediately latched
on to the possibility that he had done this more than once "OH!!, have you
done it again with him then?" I asked nonchalantly.  Another long silence,
then he sighed "We do it every night when our parents are asleep" He said
it as if it was the most natural thing in the world!  "Thought you said you
only did it once?" I countered with glee. This time he did not answer.

The conversation had had the obvious effect on me and I was desperately
trying to devise a way I could somehow be a bit more intimate with him
without frightening him off.  In my mind it seemed obvious that he would
have sex with me at the drop of a hat but then again I could have the wrong
impression entirely so I decided not to push it and see what developed.

We walked in silence now both lost in our thoughts, I looked around at the
thick bushes and trees that lined the pathway and more than once considered
just dragging him in there and doing it, of course that would be silly but
the thought made me even more excited than I already was.

We were approaching a shelter that was situated about a hundred yards from
the gates, nestled in some trees just off the path.  Both of us hesitated a
bit as we got to it, quickly I took the initiative."lets sit here for a
bit" I said.  "We still have half an hour before we have to be back".

The shelter was the typical kind you find in parks all over the UK, open on
three sides with the back wall made of brick.  This one had thick bushes
growing right up against the back of the wall and a plan began to take
shape in my head.

We sat on the long wooden bench and idly swung our legs backwards and
forwards while I racked my brain trying to find a way, or a suggestion that
would get me what I wanted so much, then inspiration hit me.  I would try
and start the conversation up again about his brother but what do I say??
Then it came to me, I hadn't asked the obvious question, I smiled to myself
and felt quite proud really in my boyish sort of way.

"Do you cum, I mean when he's wankin' you do you get a thrill and shoot?" I
asked simply not daring to look at him.  He shook his head "Naw, it just
feels great but nothing comes out" he paused.  "Me bro says it will
eventually when I get a bit older".  Now this puzzled me cos' I had just
started to show little drops of the stuff and Stan was the same age as me,
but then in my boyish mind it made sense cos' Stan was only small so maybe
that was the reason why.

Yet another awkward and embarrassed silence, then in a hushed voice he said
"You were having a wank in there weren't you?" he was looking directly at
me as he spoke, his face was red and his voice trembled slightly.  I was a
bit taken aback but had to admit to him that I was indeed wanking off to
some stories on the toilet wall.  This seemed to relax him and give him the
encouragement to ask the next question.  "Do you want another one?"
Bingo!! there it was, the moment I had been waiting for.  "Fuck, yer" I
said a bit too enthusiastically.  "Where we gunna go?"  The grin stretched
from ear to ear now, "Behind here in the bushes, we can pretend were having
a pee" he said eagerly, already getting up off the bench. Amazing, I
thought, the little sod had been thinking the same thing I had all the
time.


It was gloomy in here, the thick branches and foliage blocking the sunlight
almost entirely, just letting enough through to be able to see what we were
doing.

We stood in front of each other, neither one wanting to appear too eager,
both as nervous as hell.  Then he started to undo his belt on his trousers
and let them drop to the ground, his underpants followed quickly and he
stood there bare from the waist down.  I gasped out loud at the sight, he
was lovely!!, not a hair anywhere, and his smooth white skin seemed to glow
in the gloom.  My eyes fixed on his tiny cock, it was barely two inches in
length but rigid and pulsing slightly with each heartbeat.  I moved closer
to him and covered his cock with my hand, rubbing him gently up and down
my, fingers delving in between his legs and over his little balls.  He
groaned and closed his eyes letting me caress him, pushing his pelvis
forward against my palm.

"Can I get yours out" he whispered, opening his eyes and looking at me with
a sheepish grin.  "Go on" I croaked, thrilling at the feel of him undoing
my clothes.  Soon my pants and undies followed his and with a pounding
heart I watched as his fingers closed around my shaft.  I only had about
four inches then but in his tiny hand it looked huge.

We didn't say anything for a long time, just enjoyed the sensation of being
fondled and wanked by somebody else's hand.  I had recovered enough now to
view the situation.  I watched avidly as he wanked me slowly and
deliberately, taking as much pleasure as he could from what he was doing,
occasionally he would extend his fingers on the down stroke and massage my
tightly drawn up ball sack, making me gasp with pleasure.  I, on the other
hand was finding it difficult to masturbate him in the usual way, his shaft
wasn't really long enough to move up and down properly so I took to rolling
it between my thumb and forefinger.  The effect was immediate and he
groaned, "That's it, do it like that, it feels lovely" He looked up at me,
his eyes wide with wonder and appreciation, his face a mask of
pleasure. Gone was the cheeky grin, instead it presented a look of urgent
anticipation.

It was then, looking down on him as we manipulated each other that it
dawned on me how much like a little girl he looked.  The smallness of him
and the smooth white flawless skin, the big round eyes and long tousled
hair.  Suddenly I felt an urge to hug him and protect him, it was as if I
was an adult caring for his kids.  I put my free hand around his waist and
hugged him to me dislodging his hand from my cock.  I didn't care, all I
wanted was to give this little boy pleasure and I rolled his boyhood faster
and faster between my aching fingers.  He didn't resist just lay his head
on my chest and sighed.  I let my hand fall to his bottom, relishing the
bare little bum and squeezing his soft buttocks, gently fondling and
caressing them as you would a girls breast.

Then all too soon his breathing altered dramatically, he began to pants and
then shuddering all over he gasped, "Oh Pete, Oh Pete, I'm cumming" I felt
the jerking in my fingers, felt the spasms running through his tiny frame,
marvelled as his climactic agony gradually subsided and he stood trembling
in front of me.  After a minute or two he regained his composure and with
the grin once again appearing on his face he reached for my twitching cock.

Two jerks, just two jerks and he brought me to a blinding climax, my cum
shooting out and landing yards away on the dead leaves covering the
ground. I'd never shot before but I did then, just one squirt but it felt
fantastic. He was giggling now, "Was that good?" he said as I pulled my
trousers up and fastened my belt.  He was that little boy again and I was
confused as hell at the thoughts and feelings I had just experienced.
"Yer, it was great" I replied "Was yours OK then?" he nodded
enthusiastically "Wish I could shoot like that" he muttered, more to
himself than to me.  We made our way out of the park and entered the school
yard just in time for the end of lunch bell.

That afternoon in class the lesson was completely lost on me, all my time
was spent looking over at Stan and grinning, he would grin right back and
make that up and down wanking movement with his fist.  God I was so horny I
could hardly wait for the end of school bell to go.  However when it did it
led to a big disappointment for both myself and Stan alike.

The clattering of the bell still ringing in our ears we made our way
quickly down the stairs amongst all the other boys and girls madly racing
to go home.  "Do you want me to wank you off again before we go home" I
managed to say above the din.  He didn't answer until we reached the bottom
of the stairway and out into the much wider hallway that led to the outside
doors.  There was more room here and the crowd dispersed somewhat.  he
pulled my against the wall and as we watched the crowd passing in front of
us he whispered in my ear "I want to, I want to a lot and I want to wank
yours to" It was my turn to grab his arm, "Come on" I said moving us both
towards the doors. "Where we goin'" he asked as we went through the doors
into the yard.  It was pouring with rain and almost dark, we pulled our
blazer collars up around our ears and ran for the outer gate.  "I the park,
the bogs c'mon" we reached the outer gate and then suddenly Stan pulls up
short.  "Oh, my dad's her" he said pointing at one of the many cars parked
up waiting for their kids to come out.  "Its cos' its raining I suppose" he
said resignedly.  "Gotta go, see you tomorrow" and then he was gone.

I felt like crying, I wanted him so much that the frustration was almost
too much to bare.  I stood there in the rain my hardon throbbing in my
pants.  I had to wank off, I just had to.  I went across the road and into
the park.  I was soaking wet by now but I didn't care, I entered the toilet
completely ignoring the fact that it was now almost completely dark.  The
outer part of the toilet were the urinals were was open to the air and the
only light was from the lamps that lined the pathway outside.  To my
surprise the cubicle door was closed and not knowing if there was anybody
in there or not, I decided to give up and go home, I mean what if there was
somebody in there, I could be attacked or something.  Then before I could
make a move the door opened and a man came out.  I nearly did it in my
pants it was so unexpected, he just looked at me on his way past and then
disappeared out the door.  With my heart still jumping about in my chest I
entered the cubicle and closed the door, I was glad to get out of the rain.
It was almost totally dark in here and I couldn't even see the walls never
mind look at my favorite pictures on them.  I dropped my trousers and sat
on the seat my hand already busy between my legs.  Closing my eyes I
imagined it was Stan doing it to me, I could see his face, hear his voice
as asking me "is it good, shall I do it faster?", his little bum clenching
beneath my hand as he exclaims "Oh Pete, I'm cumming".

I hadn't heard the door opening, I wasn't aware of the man standing there
watching me, not until he spoke that is.  "Oh that's bloody lovely" he said
and I nearly died.  My eyes flew open and for a few seconds I stopped
breathing all together, I tried to speak but nothing came out, I just sat
there frozen in mid wank as it were not knowing what to do.  "Its ok! son,
I won't hurt you, just carry on I want to watch".  His voice was low and
somehow calming and as he spoke he stepped fully into the cubicle but left
the door open.  The light that had previously been blocked out by his large
frame now came flooding in and I saw him plainly for the first time.  He
was old, well old to my young eyes anyway, maybe forty or fifty I guessed,
he had a duffle coat on with the hood pulled up over his head.

I was still in shock and couldn't move even if I wanted too, and it was
becoming all to obvious to me that I didn't want to.  I watched stupidly as
he leaned down and took my cock in his hand and started wanking me.  "Do
you like that" he asked, his voice again calm and soothing, I just nodded
gormlessly.  Then he took my hand and pulled it towards his groin and for
the first time I felt a mans erect cock.  It was wonderful, the feel of it,
the hard pulsing thickness as my fingers struggled to surround it.  "Oh
God" I heard myself say as I realised all my dreams of having sex with a
man was coming true.  Stan had faded into the background now as I
automatically began to masturbate the mans stiff cock.  The pictures on the
wall came flooding into my mind and in my imagination I was that little boy
in the drawings being molested by the men.

My head began to swim with the thrill of what I was doing when suddenly he
spoke again, "What's you name son?" he asked almost in a whisper this time
as he was breathing a bit funny.  "Peter" I whispered back.  "Your a lovely
boy Peter, how old are you?"  My orgasm was fast approaching and it took a
bit of an effort to reply.  "I'm ten" I stuttered gasping for breath.  As I
said it I came, "Oh God mister I've cum" I shot my second load of the day,
again just one squirt all over his arm.  He kept wanking me "Ohhh!!!  Fuck,
your a good little boy" he groaned then he stood up and let go of my still
pulsing boy cock.  I stretched to reach his penis again but he stopped me.
"Have you ever sucked a cock before Peter?"  He stepped forward until it
was pushing at my lips.  "No I haven't" I managed to say.  Then without
another word he pushed it into my mouth.  I loved it, it was what I had
been dreaming about and with the after shocks of my climax still thundering
through my body I sucked as hard as I could, instinctively tonguing the
satin smooth head.  In my minds eye I could see myself sucking a strange
mans cock and an old man at that, I was in heaven.

I knew what was going to happen, and I was ready.  I wanted it, no needed
it and suddenly, when I felt his cock swell in my mouth and he Gasped "Oh
Jesus Christ" and filled me with his come, I had another little thrill run
through me.  I didn't swallow, it didn't occur to me to swallow, I didn't
know you could swallow it, I just let it dribble out the sides and drip
onto my shirt collar and Blazer.

So there I was half naked soaking wet and covered in come but a very happy
satisfied little boy.  I felt so grown up and proud of myself and when he
asked if we could meet up and do it again I said "Yes, Oh yes, yes yes", my
enthusiasm bubbling over and making me blush with embarrassment.

 He cleaned me up as best he could with some toilet paper and then asked if
he could take me home.  He had a car parked outside the school and as it
was still pouring down I accepted his offer.  It turned out to be a big
mistake because now he knew were I lived, but that's another story.



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