Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2006 11:55:17 -0500
From: Mike Angelo <mikeangelo@mail.com>
Subject: A Sweet Little Pecker

This story is fiction and involves sexual acts between an adult and a
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A SWEET LITTLE PECKER



Part One: My Sweet Little Pecker



"Geez, kid, you got a sweet little pecker."

I guess he thought I was shaking the last of my pee off, but I wasn't.
My hands were shaking because I was so nervous.  I'd never done anything
like this before.  The man standing next to me had walked into the men's
room at the movie and stood next to me at a urinal.  I was still peeing
when he looked over at me.  I knew what he was looking at, and I didn't
care.  I mean, I cared, but I liked it.  I had sort of been wondering if
some man would do that.

"Let me see it hard, sweetheart - make it hard for me," he said, and when
I looked over at his big dick I saw he was stroking it.

I felt my little pecker start to stiffen.  That was nothing new.  It
would get stiff in my pants all the time, pushing my briefs out and
making a pouch in my shorts.  I thought it was cool, that it meant I was
getting to be a man.  And when I was walking around the mall I would see
guys looking at my crotch and I'd start getting a wet spot inside.

But I chickened out.  I was kind of scared of this guy, so I stuffed it
back in my pants and ran out of the restroom.  The movie was over anyway,
and I walked kind of quick out of the theater and back into the mall.  It
was like my dick still remembered that old guy, though, because it got
hard and stayed that way for a while. I went over to a stand and got a
coke, then I sat at a little table and got that bad feeling again.

I am fucking not going to get those tears again!  I said that to myself a
couple of times.  I'm 12 with a birthday coming up soon, and that shit is
for kids.  I knew my problem, part of it anyway, was that I just had
nobody.  Nobody at all.  We'd just moved to town, and my mom worked a
long day.  I hardly ever saw her.  There was nothing for me to do but
wander around, because I didn't know anybody here.  I would probably meet
kids when school started, but that was a whole summer away.  There
weren't any kids in our neighborhood, and I'd discovered that a lot of
time could be wasted in the mall.

I'd started to change just before we'd moved.  I'd always liked playing
around with my dick -- "sweet pecker" that guy had called it! -- and one
night in bed, just "whoosh" and it happened.  Only it wasn't like usual,
just that really awesome feeling that hits you hard all over.  This time
it was finally the real thing -- a real cum!  Not a lot of it, okay.  But
it was cum!

I knew all about that, because my friends and I had talked a lot about
it.  We'd played a little with each other, but I don't think any of them
played with their dicks as much as I did.  None of them could cum yet.
Then we moved.  My mom lost her job, and we had to go to another town to
live.

That first night it happened, I turned on the light by my bed to
look.  I'd pulled my briefs off, and my belly had some spots of kind of
clear stuff, but I knew it had to be cum.  I really got hot then and
rubbed some on my dick and jacked off until I had another cum.  I hadn't
even started to get any hair around my dick yet, and I was able to shoot!

I don't know what got me started thinking about showing it off, though.
I looked at guys and saw things I guess I hadn't noticed too much
before.  And I got my first good look at a man's dick in that same movie
restroom -- just a glance as a guy peed next to me -- and I wanted to see
more.  And, I guess I wanted to show off a little, too.  But in this
place -- well, there just weren't many kids my age here, I guess.

I was thinking about all this while I was drinking my coke at that table,
and I started rubbing my dick through my shorts again.  It feels so
good.  I like wearing shorts in the summer because they're cool, but they
also make it easier to get to my dick sometimes.  I had a pretty good
bulge growing down there, and I could run my fingers all up and down my
dick.  Then I saw a guy standing just inside a bookstore on the other
side of where I was, and he was just standing there looking at me.  Maybe
he was getting turned on, too.

I stopped rubbing, but I turned in his direction a little and opened my
legs so he could see my bulge if he wanted to.  He looked at my shorts,
then smiled up at me.  He was a nice looking dude, too.  Too old for high
school, but he wasn't really old.  My dick moved in my shorts when he
just ran his hand down over his crotch once real quick, but I knew he'd
touched himself.  He looked over at me again and kind of moved his head,
like he was inviting me over.  But he turned and walked into the
bookstore.

What the hell?  Might as well see what he looks like up close.  I
wandered over to the bookstore and walked in; he was standing by the long
racks of magazines and glanced up, smiling, as I walked over to stand
next to him.  Now what would he do?  I sure wasn't going to do anything.

He had been leafing through a magazine, and he lowered it a little bit so
I could see.  It was full of pictures of bodybuilders and musclemen.  He
slowly flipped some pages while I watched.  Fuck!  Some of those guys
were wearing those real skimpy things where you could see almost
everything, even the outlineof their dicks.  And I bet dicks on guys that
big were monsters!

 He leaned toward me a little bit and said, "I think I need to use the
john."  Then he reached up to put the magazine back, turned, and left.  I
got a nice look at his butt when he reached up, too.  And his T-shirt
stretched nice over his chest and arms, and I got just a glimpse of a
smooth belly.  I decided I would follow him.  I hoped there wouldn't be
anybody else in the john.

There were two sets of johns for the mall, one on each end, and the movie
was in the middle with its own johns inside. When I got out I saw the
direction he was going, so I followed him, but not too fast.  He was
standing at a urinal almost at the end, and I went to stand right next to
him.  He motioned with his head for me to get on the other side of him.
I got it -- so if somebody came in they couldn't see anything.

I moved around him and then looked over.  He already had his dick out.
It was really long and thick, but it wasn't hard; it was kind of hanging
down over his hand.  I just stood there looking at the biggest one I'd
seen so far.

"Um...you gonna piss, kid?"  He grinned.  So, he wanted to see, too.  OK
by me.

I unzipped and pulled out my little dick.  I sure felt really little next
to him.  But he stood back just a little bit so I could get a better look
at him, and I backed up a little too.  He started to pee, and I did a
little, but I didn't need to pee that much.  He shook it when he
finished, but then he just held it in his hand.  He looked around to see
if anyone else had come in, but nobody had.

"Kid, pull your shorts down under your balls so I can see the whole
thing, OK?  I'll do the same thing."

Now I was shaking again, but I really wanted to do this.  By the time I
had my shorts and briefs down underneath my balls, I was really hard,
sticking straight out.  When his were down I got the best, closest look
at a man's dick I had ever had.  He had lots and lots of hair, and his
dick was big and hard now -- he was holding it straight out so I could
see.  And I could see his balls, too, big and hairy.

"How old are you, kid?"

"Uh...12," I said.   "How old are you?"  A stupid question!

"20.  You got a nice dick for your age.  How big?"

"Um...I don't know.  Uh...How big is yours?"

"It's almost seven inches, kid.  You may get that big some day."

I couldn't imagine such a thing.  He had started stroking his dick
slowly, so I did the same thing.

"I got my first blow job at 12.  You ever had a blow job, kid?"

"Uhh...I don't think so," I said, not really sure what he was asking
about.  "A man said I had a sweet little pecker," I said.  Stupid, but it
was the first thing that popped into my mind.

"Sweet little pecker, huh?"  He smiled.  "Well, it sure is."  To my
disappointment he pulled his pants back up, though he had a little
trouble arranging everything.  "Look, I'm going over to that pizza place
next to Target.  If you want, you can come with me, and I'll get us some
pizza.  You want?"

What I wanted was for him not to hide his big dick from me, but I nodded,
stuffed my dick away, and followed him out of the restroom.  I felt kind
of funny walking along with him, like I sort of belonged with him, but he
was a guy I didn't even know.  And I felt kind of good, too.

There weren't a lot of people in the pizza place, and we got a booth way
back in the back end.  He asked me what I wanted, ordered the pizza, and
brought back a couple of cokes with him.

"I'm Steve," he said, as he sat down.

"My name is Jimmy."

"You remind me of me, Jimmy, when I was your age.  You're real curious,
right?  You can't keep your hands off your dick, right?

I looked around real fast, but there wasn't anybody anywhere near us to
hear.  Then I realized he was facing the front of the store, so he would
know if somebody got too close.

"Can you cum yet?"

I nodded.  What was I doing, talking to a complete stranger about my
dick?  But I liked it.

When they brought the pizza over, we ate for a while without talking, and
I was beginning to feel better about this.  I mean, he seemed like a nice
enough guy.  But when we were finished, he asked me a question, and I
didn't feel so good about it anymore.

"I'd like to suck that sweet little pecker of yours Jimmy.  If you come
out to my car with me, we can find a spot in the parking lot where nobody
will see us, and I promise that you'll love it.  Want to?"

He must have seen the look on my face.  Suck?  Yeah, I'd heard of it, but
for some reason I'd never thought of anybody doing it to me.  That sweet
little pecker in my shorts was pushing to get out now!  But go with this
guy to his car...in his car?  I moved to the end of the seat to get up.

"Hey, Jimmy, I'm sorry.  Really.  Please, don't leave.  I'm really
sorry.  I've scared you, and I didn't mean to.  God, I'm a stranger
asking you to go with me for a blow job!  How fucked up is that?"

I relaxed a little, but I didn't slide all the way back into the seat.

"Jimmy, I'm sorry.  That was way out of line.  I was just remembering
when I was your age...  Shit.  Boys aren't my thing, Jimmy..."

I was starting to feel sorry for him now, he was so embarrassed and,
like, mad at himself.  "Hey, it's OK I guess, Steve.  I mean, it's kind
of cool knowing a guy like you would...I mean...you know."

I waited a minute, then started again.  "You mean, when you were my age
you jacked off a lot, and you even let somebody...you know...suck you?"

He smiled and dropped his hand into his lap.  Somehow I knew what he was
doing, and I moved my hand down to squeeze my dick, too.

"Yeah, Jimmy.  Don't be so surprized.  Almost every guy you see walking
around here spent a lot of time jacking off once he could cum.  And a lot
of them were lucky enough to get sucked after a while, too..."  He
stopped talking and just gave me a strange look, with his eyes kind of
glazed over.  "Shit.  Shit shit shit.  What the fuck am I doing..."
Suddenly he put both his hands on the table, mumbled somethng, and got up
and left!  Just walked out!

I finished my coke and the last of the pizza.  The lady at the counter
was giving me a look, so I decided to leave.  But I went to their john
first.  It was for just one person at a time, and there was a lock on the
door.  I locked it, then dropped my shorts and briefs to the floor.  I
lifted my T-shirt off and put it on a hook on the door.  I looked down at
my naked body.  It somwhow looked different outside my own bedroom.  My
dick -- my sweet little pecker -- was stiff now.  I began to stroke it,
wondering what it would feel like to be sucked, to be in somebody's
mouth...  And that guy seemed like a nice guy. I was in a kind of fog
when I began to cum, and I shot a little on the back of the toilet and
some on the seat.  Wow.

There was a spot of it on my hand, and I licked at it.  I don't know why,
but I knew it was important stuff, my cum, and I just wanted to see what
it tasted like.  I kind of liked it.  Is this what my dick would taste
like to somebody sucking me?  What would somebody else's dick taste like
to me?  And with that, I was hard again.  But I pulled up my pants, put
on my shirt, threw the toilet paper in the toilet, flushed and washed my
hands.

Would somebody else like my dick as much as Steve had?  Would somebody
else think it was a sweet little pecker?  I smiled at that guy's words.
I liked that -- sweet little pecker.  I headed to the other end of the
mall, to the other restroom.

It was empty.  I stood in front of one of the urinals with my hard dick
in my hands.  Pretty soon I heard the door open, and a little kid walked
in, maybe seven or eight.  "Now hurry up," I heard his mother say after
him.  "I'll be right here at the door waiting."

He stood at one of the urinals about two down from me and pulled his
dick, his pecker, out and began to pee.  Then he looked down at me, and
his eyes opened wide when he saw what was in my hand.  Maybe he'd never
seen a hard one before.  I grinned, and I just let him look.  He
finished, look a last look at me, washed his hands and left.

As he was leaving an older man came in and stood at the same urinal the
kid had used.  He glanced over at me and saw what I was holding.  Well, I
had been stroking a little, too.  He walked down so there was only one
place between us and then pulled his dick out.  I watched, but I couldn't
see the pee, just the back part of his dick and the hair that was poking
out of his pants.

When he finished he didn't leave; he just stood there with his dick
hanging out -- kind of hard, but not all the way.  He said to me, "Just
having a little fun, huh?"

I smiled and wiggle my hips a little so my little pecker jumped around.
He cleared his throat.

"Stroke it for me, son.  Make it hard for me."

I thought he meant for me to stroke my dick, and I started to tell him it
was already as hard as it got, but he stepped over to the place next to
me and turned a little.  He wanted me to stroke him!  I'd never touched a
man.  It was so thick.  I just stood there staring at it, and he started
stroking it himself.

"Oh, son.  Oh, my boy..."

It started jumping in his hand, and he did it faster.

"Oh, son...wank it...I need to shoot..."

And in a minute he did!  The head of his dick got real red and got even
bigger, and then he shot out cum real hard against the inside of the
urinal.  He was grunting like it hurt, but I remembered the sounds I
made, and I knew it didn't hurt at all -- it felt great.  He shot more of
his cum a few times, then he put his hands up against the wall, like he
needed to do that to stand up.  His dick dropped down, and a little of
his cum dropped off of it onto the floor.

"...good...That was good, son...Thank you.  You're a good boy."  And
without even looking at me again, he stuffed it into his pants, zipped
up, and left.

Wow.  He had shot like a cannon!  And so much cum!  It made my little
shots seem like almost nothing.  I stroked my sweet pecker and got that
feeling in my gut.  I wondered what kind of a dick that Steve would
have.  Then I heard the door open, and a teenager walked up to a urinal
down from me.  He looked at me and grinned. "Go for it, little stud!
Pump your spunk out."  He was peeing when I shot my cum into the urinal
in front of me.  I stood there feeling kind of weak as that guy flushed,
grinned at me again, and left.

My dick finally went limp, and I zipped up.  I washed my hands and walked
out of the restroom.  And there, right across the hall, was a mall
security guard!  My heart jumped, but I tried to look cool.

"Wait a minute, kid."  Oh shit.

"Been seeing you wander around here all day.  Waiting for you to cause
some trouble, knew you was that kind.  What you doing in these johns so
much?"  He got a mean-looking smile on his face.  "You up to no good,
kid?  Playing with yourself in there?  Or more?"

I ran.  The old fart was so fat he couldn't even start to run.  I ran out
of that hallway and into the main area of the mall.  But I figured I
couldn't wander around there anymore; they probably had TV cameras all
over the place, and if that guy didn't get me, another one would.

The fastest way out was through Target, so I went in there and headed for
the exit.  As I turned a corner I ran into a shopping cart that knocked
the wind out of me.  I was sucking for air when I realized it was Steve
holding onto me.

"God, Jimmy, are you all right?  I shouldn't have been going so fast.
I'm sorry..."

Finally, I could stand up straight.  "Yeah," I gasped.  "OK."  Then I
couldn't help but giggle at the look on his face.  That's when I made up
my mind.

"Yeah, Steve, I'm OK, really.  Steve...I changed my mind."

He looked blank for a minute, then he got it.  "You mean...?"

"Yeah, that's what I mean.  But not in your car.  Isn't there somewhere
else...?"

"Not unless you're sure," Steve said.  "I was pushing you too hard, and I
shouldn't have..."

"Steve, I'm sure.  I want to.  Where?"

"Ah...I don't...wait.  I know.  Shit, I can't believe I'm doing this.
All right, follow me."

He wheeled his cart back around to the clothing section.

"We'll be trying on clothing for you.  We can use the rooms here."  I
caught on.  We went down some asiles, and Steve picked up some shirts and
got some jeans off a couple of racks.  He grabbed a couple of jackets,
too.  Then we went to a hallway where the changing rooms were.  He left
the cart, grabbed all those clothes out of it, and we went into one of
the rooms.  He locked the door.  It was big enough for several people,
and there was a bench built into one side.

"We'll be OK here, but we'll have to be quiet," he whispered.
"Understand?"

I nodded.  He looked down at me -- he was really tall -- and
smiled.  "So, this is your first time, Jimmy?"  I nodded.  "Then I want
to make it good for you."

He pulled my T-shirt over my head and unfastened my shorts and briefs.
He lifted me up on that bench, and I braced myself on his shoulders to
step out of my shorts and briefs. He pulled off my shoes, and I stood
up. That's when I noticed the mirrors -- mirrors on all the walls and on
the back of the door.  Those mirrors showed a 12-year-old boy, naked
except for his socks, his dick hard and pointing straight out, standing
in front of  a really handsome dude.  That boy was me!  And the handsome
dude was going to suck my dick!

Steve raised his hand to my dick and held it in his palm.  It was almost
right in front of his face.  "So this is your sweet little pecker," he
whispered.  "This sweet little pecker needs to be sucked, Jimmy."  And
without another word he took my whole dick into his mouth.

I squealed at the sensation.  He dropped my dick and put his hand up to
my mouth.  "We have to be quiet, Jimmy.  Can you do that?"  I nodded.  I
didn't know for sure, but I did know for sure that I wanted back inside
his mouth.  He took me in more slowly this time, sucking my pecker in
like a piece of spaghetti.

Oh, fuck, it was so good.  I had never felt anything like it.  I could
feel his mouth all around my dick; there was no place on my dick that
wasn't wet and hot from him.  I reached for his head; I had to hang onto
something.  His tongue moved my dick around inside him, I could feel my
dick moving against one cheek, then the other.  It was like...so soft,
like silk.  My dick was throbbing so much it almost hurt.

I raised my head and would have moaned loud if I hadn't remember to be
quiet.  That's when I saw all those boys -- all of them me -- with their
dicks getting sucked by a broad-shouldered handsome dude.  Four boys
getting sucked...five...six...eight...I got dizzy.

Then I felt him raise my smooth balls with his hand and take them into
his mouth!  With my dick!  All of it was in there!  My knees were weak;
my legs splayed out a little, and he put his hands on my butt to hold me
tight to his mouth.  I put my arms around his head and leaned over him,
feeling his soft hair against my chest.

Oh, my god, the feeling, sucking, licking...Oh, my god, his mouth was
wet, hot...Oh my god, he was pushing it all around his mouth, sucking
it...

I had to keep quiet.  I clenched my teeth, bit my lip.  I wanted to
scream how wonderful this was, how being sucked was the greatest thing in
the world, how nothing better had ever happened to me.  I hummed a little
in my throat, but I knew I couldn't do anything louder...

My balls slipped out of his mouth, and he began to suck more gently, more
slowly.  Then he moved up and down my dick...it was like being jacked off
by his mouth...no, nothing like that...so much better than that...

He was still sucking slowly, but I knew it wouldn't be long.  It was
going to happen...O my god I needed to shoot...That's when I realized
that when I shot my cum it would be into his mouth.  I didn't know...I
should tell him...But I had no control anymore.  Everything was happening
around my dick, nowhere else.  I groaned as the feeling began to build,
get stronger...

I jerked against him when I shot the first time.  There was no sound
except the faint sucking sound he made.  I jerked harder as more cum shot
into his mouth.  I couldn't make a sound, so the tears started instead.
I jerked with more cum, just a little more -- but the feeling was just as
big.  The tears were rolling down my face as I felt the last little drops
ooze out.  He sucked very slowly and gently.  I knew he was cleaning me
off, leaving me wet but clean.

I sighed when he pulled away.  He looked at me and saw all the tears, but
he also saw the smile.  I was so happy!  I was shocked when he kissed my
lips, but when he hugged me and buried his face in my chest, I hugged his
head against me.  I felt his little kisses all over my chest and belly.

I didn't want to move.  Ever.

He carefully put my T-shirt back on and sat me down on the bench.  I
raised up for him when he put my briefs and shorts back on, then my
shoes.  He knelt in front of me and wiped my face with his handkerchief.
He kissed my cheek.

"And did that sweet little pecker of yours have a good time?" he
whispered.

I couldn't even speak.  I just smiled and nodded.

He stood me up, and I threw my arms around his waist and hugged him.  I
could feel his hardon against my chest.  He kissed the top of my head and
said it was time to leave.  He gathered all the clothes and opened the
door, leaving the clothes on a counter.  As he wheeled his cart to the
checkout lane I walked beside him.

Outside, I followed him to his car and helped him put his sacks in the
trunk.  When he closed the trunk, he turned and answered the question in
my eyes.

"I would like to be with you again, Jimmy."

"Yes," I said.

"If you would like to meet me at that door over there tomorrow morning,
maybe around 10, we could go to my apartment...if that's OK."

"Yes," I said.  "I'd really like that."

He squeezed my shoulder before he got in the car, backed out, and pulled
away.

My sweet little pecker would miss him.  Until tomorrow.



Part Two : His Sweet Little Pecker



The minute I glanced at the kid my dick stirred in my pants.  What is
this?  OK, I'm horny, but I'm always horny.  This is a kid -- and kids
aren't my thing.  A guy nearer my own 20 would be nice.  A blond.
Smooth.  A swimmer, maybe.  Long dick, big balls...Shit.

Too long without it, that was my problem.  My boyfriend at school had
informed me right after finals that he thought we ought to call it
quits.  Fuck him.  I came home for the summer, not even sure I'd return
for my final year.  A long summer in the boring old hometown, where no
one I knew was still around -- just what the doctor ordered.  Sure.

The kid was cute.  In a kid sort of way.  Slouched in his chair, sipping
a coke.  Maybe fourth grade, fifth grade?  Slim, dark hair.  Wearing some
shorts that show some leg.  Nice tan on him.  Loose T-shirt.  I couldn't
believe it when he scratched his crotch a little.  No, he wasn't
scratching -- he was rubbing his dick!  Was he getting a little stiffie?

When he looked over at me, I couldn't help but grin at little.  Yeah, he
was cute.  He smiled a little, then shifted in his seat.  Damn, was he
showing off his little stiffie?  I brushed my hand across my crotch and
moved my head to point to the bookstore I had just left.  We'd see just
how interested he really is.  I took a magazine down from the rack.

In no more than a minute, he was right there beside me.  OK, I remember
how horny I got in grade school.  But this kid couldn't be old enough to
shoot yet.  So I showed him what guys look like when they grow up.  I had
taken a bodybuilding magazine from the rack, and it had lots of pictures
of musclebound guys in little tight shorts.  I lowered the magazine a
little and turned it so he could see.

I could tell from the look on his face he was impressed -- his eyes got
big and raced around the pictures like he was trying to see everything at
the same time.  Just watching his dark eyes take it all in made my dick
move around down there again.  Does he want to see more?  Damn, I can't
believe I'm doing this.

"I think I need to use the john," I said quietly.  When I returned the
magazine to the rack, I stretched up just enough that my jeans should
have tightened a little against my crotch and ass.  If he's really
interested....well, we'll see.

I had just gotten to the restroom and unzipped when he came in the door.
He stepped up to the urinal to my right, but I motioned for him to move
around on my other side; I could keep a better eye on the door that way.
I had my dick out, and he pulled his out as soon as I asked him if he
needed to piss, too.

I saw his eyes take in everything in my hand, but my eyes spent more time
looking at his hands holding a rock hard little cut dick.  It was
probably about the size mine was at that age.  I stepped back just a
little so he could watch my piss, and he dribbled out a litttle, too.
Why did I feel a real need to see more of that little dick?  But when I
told him we should both pull our pants down so our dicks and balls could
hang out, he did it right away.

Nice little dick.  Only it wasn't all that little anymore.  As soon as he
had finished dribbling his pee, it had gotten hard again, poking right
up.  He told me he was 12.  His bright little face was slightly flushed
by the excitement when I asked him how big his dick was, and he said he
didn't know.  I guessed it would be between 3 1/2 and 4 inches.    He
asked about mine, and I told him I was just under seven inches.  With a
dick nice as his, I was sure he'd played with it a lot.  I sure had, with
mine.

He said that some man had told him he had a "sweet little pecker."  He
had this shy little grin when he told me that, and I knew he had been
pleased with the compliment.  I assured him he did, indeed, have a sweet
little pecker.

I was 12 when I'd gotten my first blowjob, and I wondered if he had ever
played with friends.  I asked him if anyone had ever given him a blowjob,
and he didn't know what that was.  I had an overwhelming urge to
introduce him to one of the greatest pleasures anyone, man or boy, could
ever know.  I invited him to meet me at the pizza place next to Target.

And on my way over I was burning with embarrassment.  I had invited a
little kid over to encourage him to let me give him a blowjob!  Fuck.
What am I doing?  I'm too horny for my own good, I know that...but...a
kid?  At the same time I realized that if someone had offered me the same
chance at that age, I would have jumped at the opportunity.  Come to
think of it, I had.  He reminded me so much of me -- and what I had
thought about all the time at that age!

He followed me into the back booth.  Half of me had been wishing he would
just walk away out there and go somewhere else.  And the other half
included the hard cock in my pants.  When he slid into the other side of
the booth, he almost took my breath away.  This had to be the cutest kid
around.  I really hadn't looked at him that carefully when we were closer
back there in the restroom.  His big eyes and shy little grin made my
stomach flipflop.  Damn.  This kid was a knockout!

I introduced myself, and he told me his name was Jimmy.  I told him that
he reminded me of me -- and he did!  Everybody had said I was a cute kid,
and I knew for certain I loved playing with my cock, long before I knew
it could do anything but piss.  Then I discovered the joys of a little
stiffie, then the joys of a dry cum, and my dick became my best friend.

I was blown away when I asked him if he could cum, and he said yes!  He
just looked too young for that, but I'll bet that little stiffie of his
could produce some nice boyjuice.  Suddenly I had this image in my mind
-- me, with Jimmy's stiffie in my mouth, sucking his fresh boyjuice out
of his sweet little pecker.  Fuck, my cock was leaking precum; I could
feel the wet spot on my shorts.

So I told him I'd like to suck on his sweet little pecker. The minute the
words were out of my mouth, I wished I could pull them back.
Complimenting a kid on his dick -- that's something most kids that age
would like to hear.  But asking to suck it?  The look on his face was
close to panic, and he started to slide out of the booth.

I apologized.  I really had made a bad mistake.  He sat back down again
but appeared interested -- not so much in getting a blowjob from me or
anybody else, but in what I was saying about boys his age, guys every
age, loving to play with their dicks.

And suddenly I realized what a fool I was making of myself.  I just got
up and walked out of there, trying to keep from running.  How could I
even think of doing such a thing?  Propositioning a strange little kid, a
kid who was only curious, an innocent little...  I had to be the worst of
the worst.  Shit!  Was I that bad off that I couldn't go home and have a
good jackoff session, but I had to come on to a kid?

I went into Target to do the shopping I had come to do in the first place
and tried to keep my mind busy remembering what I needed and finding
where to get it.  The damn place is so big you can't find anything.  I
found myself in an asile where the boys' clothing was displayed.  And
there were the jeans for a kid Jimmy's age.  And there were all the
briefs and boxers for a kid that age.  And even posters of happy boys
running and jumping and smiling...Fuck.

The mens' clothing was close by, and I found the things I had been
looking for.  I took time to look over the packages of boxers and
briefs...and bikini briefs and thongs...and they all had pictures of
these hunky guys like I'd known at school...And, damn, if I wasn't hard
again!

I jerked my cart into a main asile and headed for the checkout counter.
I'd get to that jackoff session, and if I hadn't gotten into little
Jimmy's pants, at least he would get into my fantasies.

And then I hit him!  Jimmy stepped right in front of me, or I turned a
corner too fast.  Whatever happened, Jimmy was bent in the middle gasping
for breath from being hit by my cart.  I helped him stand up while he got
his breath back.  And the first thing he said was that he had changed his
mind.  He wanted to give me his dick.  He didn't want to get into my car
-- smart kid -- but he wanted me to suck him.

It was like I'd been waiting for this glorious opportunity all my life.
I was suddenly in high gear.  And it dawned on me where we could go.  I
told him to follow me and headed back toward the boys' clothes.  I
grabbed several pairs of jeans, some shirts, and a couple of jackets, and
we went to the fitting rooms.  I'd been in them before.  It was just the
spot.

He followed me into one, and I locked the door.  I asked him if he was
sure, but the look on his face answered before he could speak.  This cute
little kid with the dark eyes and...sweet little pecker...wanted me to
suck him.  I raised his T-shirt over his head.  His chest was nicely
tanned; his little nipples were already hardened in excitement.  I lifted
him up onto the bench seat and unfastened his shorts.  He braced himself
by putting his hands on my shoulders as I took his shoes off, then
lowered his shorts and briefs and removed them, too.

Standing on that bench in front of me was a little 12-year-old Adonis.
He stood straight, his belly showing only just a bit of the baby fat that
had been there.  His chest moved slightly with his breathing.  There was
not a single hair on his body.  And his sweet little pecker was standing
at full attention, pulling his smooth little balls up, as it pointed
straight out to me, begging for the attention it needed.

Did this kid -- Jimmy -- have any idea at all how beautiful he was?  Did
he know he had every right to be proud of his body?  I felt a warmth for
this boy then, something that was more than appreciation of his beauty,
something that was more than a need to touch him, something indefinite,
but so real...

I raised my hand to his smooth dick -- his sweet little pecker -- and
held it gently on my hand.  Such a wondrous thing, a dick.  When I was
Jimmy's age I certainly had no understanding of just how wondrous a thing
a dick is.  This was a smaller version of my own, I realized.  Straight,
the head just a little wider than the shaft, the shape of the head
narrowing a bit before curving down to the little hole...I glanced around
the mirrored room and saw a dozen of me holding a dozen little hard dicks
of a dozen beautiful boys.

When I lowered my head to suck in this beautiful boyhood, I had barely
gotten the head into my mouth when he made a strangled sound, a cross
between a sigh and a groan.  But he was a little loud, and I reminded him
again that we needed to be quiet.  I lowered my head again, placed my
lips on his littlecocklips, and sucked in the whole length of him.

What a sensation!  His hard little pecker was so hot in my mouth.  My
tongue circled it, the entire shaft, his hot dickhead passing under my
tongue as I washed the top of his shaft.  I moved his tasty boyhood
against one cheek, then the other.  I licked at his little cocklips and
raked the length of my tongue across them.  He was twisting, writhing in
my mouth, but he made no attempt at all to pull out of me.

I wanted to make this so good for Jimmy.  I wanted him to be able to
remember his first time as a time of extreme, intense pleasure.  I so
wanted to please this georgeous boy!  I pulled up toward his dickhead,
opened my mouth wider, and lowered it again to take his smooth balls into
my mouth.  All of him, all of his beautiful boyhood, cock and balls, all
of him was in my mouth.

I moved it all around gently, not sucking but washing these wondrous
parts of Jimmy.  His taste was unbelievable; the throbbing of his dick
moved the essence of him to every corner of my mouth.  My nose was
pressed into his groin, at that place that would someday grow hair
for him.  I felt him weaken at the knees, and I moved both my hands to
his warm, smooth ass to hold him, to press him into my mouth.

His little dick began to throb vigorously now, so I opened my mouth
enough for his balls to fall out and lowered my face into the length of
his boyhood again.  But I now sucked very slowly.  Soon it would be time
for his little balls to tighten, his little prostate to pulse, his thin
shaft to become engorged.  Soon. But still I continued to nurse on him
slowly.

His hands had been on my shoulders first, then he had moved them to my
head.  As he needed to lean into me, he bent over -- I could feel his
chest against the top of my head.  I refused to suck faster, though I
know he needed release, that he felt that urgency inside him.  I sucked
from the base of his shaft all the way to his head, letting it almost
fall out but sucking it in again, all the way down.  I could feel the
tension in his dick, the new swelling of his shaft and dickhead.

Suddenly, he bucked into me, hard!  Then, with a second shove against my
mouth, I felt his shaft swell with his cream, his cocklips open -- and
his boyjuice spewed out into me!  I resisted swallowing until his second
shot added to the wonderful taste of him.  His taste was indescribable --
hot, salty, sweet, tangy, more than any of it, more than all of it.
Watery, perhaps, but the genuine boyjuice I hadn't enjoyed since my own
boyhood.  He hung onto my hair with his hands and pressed his groin into
my mouth.  One more small thrust, and I swallowed as the last of his cum
oozed out of his cocklips onto my tongue.  What a wonderful cum he'd
had.  I licked every drop of his tasty juice, cleaning his little dick
with my tongue and lips.

As I let his dick fall from my lips, he stood unsteadily, and I kept my
hands on his hips.  My god, there were tears!  Had I hurt him?  But no,
there was his smile.  And the smile said it all.  It had been wonderful
for him, as I had hoped it would be.  And it certainly had been wonderful
for me.

I leaned up to him and kissed him lightly on the lips, then I circled my
arms around him.  He cradled his arms around my head as I lay my face
against his warm chest and belly.  I spread warm little kisses across his
chest and down his belly.  I didn't want to let go of this beautiful boy,
this Jimmy.  Not ever.

But we needed to leave.  I pulled his T-shirt over his head and sat him
down on the bench.  He raised slightly when I pulled his shorts back onto
him and held his feet up so I could replace his shoes.  I took my
handkerchief from my back pocket and gently wiped the tears from his
lovely face.  I kissed him lightly on his cheek.  And when I asked him if
his sweet little pecker had had a good time, he smiled at me and nodded.

When he stood up, he threw his arms around me and gave me a fierce hug --
the best hug I had ever received from anyone.  I leaned down and kissed
the top of his head, his dark hair teasing the lips that had just tasted
him.  But it was time for us to leave.

I gathered up all the clothing I had grabbed in the asile; we left the
fitting room, and I dropped the clothing onto the counter.  He walked
beside he as I pushed the cart to the checkout lane, and then he took
some of the sacks and followed me to the car.

My car was not really far from the door, but it seemed to be a
great distance.  Neither of us had spoken a word since we left the
fitting room.  I wasn't sure how he felt about what had happened.  But he
was walking beside me.  I wasn't sure how I felt about it myself.  That
warm feeling I had for Jimmy -- the one that had first appeared when I
removed his shirt -- had never left.  Yes, it had been wonderful to give
him his first blowjob -- and to give him one he would never forget.  But
there was more to it than just that.  It was Jimmy himself.    How could
I want so much to please someone so much younger?  How could I feel that
my life had been changed with such an unexpected encounter?  How could I
feel so deeply about a boy I'd just met?

When the last of the sacks had been put away and the trunk closed, I
turned to look at him directly for the first time since we had left the
fitting room.  Such beauty.  But in his eyes I could sense a question he
didn't know how to ask, a desire he didn't know how to express.  But I
knew.

I told him I would like to be with him again, and he smiled that shy
little smile and said yes.  We made arrangements to meet at the door to
the store the next morning.  I knew we couldn't go in there, and I was
surprized when he eagerly agreed to my suggestion that we go to my
apartment.  I gave his shoulder an affectionate squeeze, got in the car,
and pulled away.

As I watched him grow smaller in my rear view mirror, I knew I would
miss Jimmy -- and his sweet pecker.  Until tomorrow.

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