Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2010 00:02:57 +0100
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@live.com>
Subject: THE ROCKER PART ONE

The Rocker Part One
Copyright Van T Z Boi 2010

(The usual disclaimers apply. This story of a teenager and a biker in the
late 1950's is just a story, it is not told from experience just a safe
form of words.)

	I heard the throb of the engine several streets away, the growl of
the engine cut in across my thoughts and I felt the tingle begin in my
spine. I was outside on the street, working on my cycle, it was old, held
together with string and wire but it was my way out of the street, my
freedom from my mundane life. On my bike I could roam free, ride the
pathways and back alleys until I was free of the town and its surrounds, in
the hills and vales I could ride and ride, no worries no responsibilities
and be truly free. I was supposed to be keeping an eye on my two brothers
who were playing with the other kids in the street but I was more concerned
about the chain on my bike when the sound of the engine hit me.

	I rose of my haunches as the bike roared throatily into the street
and parked across the road in front of the Widow Parker's house, she had
lost her husband in the war and remained unmarried, there was a daughter
who lived in the next street with her husband and her three daughters but
the Widow Parker to supplement her widow's pension rented out rooms in the
house. It looked like I had a new neighbour and more importantly an
interesting one; as the bike ground to a halt the kids stopped their game
and crowded around the leather clad biker and his machine. Just as
interested I sauntered over, I could use the excuse of keeping an eye on
Rob and Tony as my reason for my presence and in any case my own burning
curiosity was piqued.

	The biker was tall and stringy from the look of him, his body was
hidden by the leather but the leather fitted real close and he wore tight
black leather boots that came halfway up his calf, he wore big leather
gloves with fringes of black worn looking leather, he was the business
alright, a true biker known in those times as a Rocker. I caught the smell
of petrol, exhaust fumes and hot metal, the combined mix went through me
exciting me in so many ways and for the first time I felt that forbidden
exciting sense of danger. I felt my senses heighten, it was a real biker,
the greased back hair, in those days only old men wore helmets, the young
left life to fate and his tanned face, reddened by the weather and the wind
said he had ridden a long, long way. He wore goggles, another indication of
a long journey and he swept them up and over his face and I caught sight of
his dark blue eyes and another strange thrill went through my fourteen year
old body.

	He swung himself of the bike and with a simple tug pulled it onto
its stand, he ignored the crowd of excited boys and their questions and
after running a hand through his dank hair untied the case on the back of
the bike and stepped towards the Parker house.

	"Hey Mister can I have a go on your bike," called out Davey
Martins, he lived a couple of doors down, he was a cheeky kid, known for
his big mouth and I grinned wondering how the newcomer would handle the
request.

	He stopped and turned around, "Who said that?" he called out.

	Davey stepped forward, "Me mate," he grinned.

	The biker put the case down and walked up to Davey, he towered over
the cheeky ten year old. "Touch my bike and your dead," he said and then he
glared around at all of us, "and that goes for all of you." You could feel
the tremor of fear run through us like a knife through butter and I felt my
knees buckle then his gaze fell on me, "You," he pointed, "make sure no one
goes near my bike," and with that he turned on his heels, picked up the
case and disappeared.

	"Fuck," someone whispered and mentally I echoed the remark, whoever
he was he had that presence that made you sit up and take note.

	The kids silently now stared at the forbidden machine and circled
it slowly as though it was an object of worship, which to me it was, it
presented a greater freedom for me, on a motor bike I could roam the world
away from our little town. I watched the gaggle of boys crowd around and
sensing their increased interest which bordered on action I called out.

"Okay you heard what he said," I croaked a bit and added a bit more
strongly, "now go back to your game but keep away, I'll be watching you."

For a moment I felt the rebellion, I was not their leader, they knew me to
well but somehow commonsense prevailed and Rob my ten year old brother led
them back to their game and soon the street echoed to their calls and cries
as I returned to my own problem, the chain on my bike.

I was still pulling and pushing trying to get the chain to sit right when I
heard his voice, he had come up right behind me as I struggled with the
chain.

"Here try this," he said and handed me a spanner.

It fitted and in a couple of turns I had freed the nut that had been
bugging me for a good twenty minutes.

"Thanks," I said and looked up at him.

He had changed, now he wore a crisp brilliant white t-shirt, it was stuffed
into dark blue worn looking jeans and around his waist was a black leather
belt, the buckle was in the shape of a devils with horns and the eyes and
the horn tips were enamelled red, a closer look showed that the devil's
teeth also had red tips to them. He now wore black scruffed shoes and I
could see through the tight fitting t-shirt the play of his muscles. I
stared into danger and caught a faint tang from him, a lemony scent with
something underneath it, a scent I did not know and I found myself blushing
red with embarrassment but not knowing quite why.

I stood up, I was wearing my cut down jean shorts, they were from jeans
that I had outgrown and they fitted me close, they were comfortable, still
I had cut them myself when it became clear dad could not afford new clothes
and the ones he got from the second hand shop were too baggy, I was
expected to grow into them but they were too loose for biking with so I had
cut down the old ones and the legs continued to fray at the end. I was not
a seamstress and it was a job beyond my mother's available time. I was
wearing a grimy cotton green plaid shirt, it was old too but it was the one
I used for bike repairs. I was sockless my feet were encased in worn
looking deck pumps I had acquired from a jumble sale, they were cheap and
did their job in protecting my feet.

"Ted," he said holding out his hand.

I took it, it was strong around my slim grubby fingers, "D, D, Dan," I
stuttered overcome with his closeness, normally young adults like him
ignored me. I was not a great student, I had no hopes of university and I
had the best part of year left before I could leave school when I was
fifteen. I had a yearning to work on cars or preferably bikes but that, at
that time was way, way, way into the future, I was also aware that dad was
already seeking around to see if he could get me a job, times were hard and
jobs not so easy to come by, let alone apprenticeships but again that was
for the future.

"I just moved into Ma Parker's," Ted grinned, "nice old girl, she okay?"

I nodded and then blurted, "She lets out her rooms but she's clean and
tidy."

"And strict," grinned Ted, "you won't believe the house rules, worse than
being at home."

We both laughed.

"I'm working on the building site nearby," he added, "I do electrics mostly
and the job pays well."

I knew the site, it was a bomb damaged area, took a big hit in '44 and the
council had taken ages to get the site cleared for construction. I had
played many a game there growing up being born just as the war ended until
the site had been boarded up ready for construction work. There had been an
influx of strangers into the area who were working on the site and the
Widow Parker was not the only one to benefit from the increased income the
site was producing.

I saw Ted squint at my bike.

"Looks a bit of a mess," he said, I nodded, "Hmm," he added looking at my
rear wheel which was buckled after a tumble I had taken over a mistimed pot
hole clearance, "I think I have something that can help with that," and he
wandered over to his bike.

I saw him lift the pillion seat and produce a stained denim bag that bulged
and clanked. He came back squatted down and undid the tape that held the
bag together, the material unravelled to reveal a range of tools and little
pockets with interesting looking bumps. He worked with me on the bike for a
good hour; at the end there was not a trace of string or wires, he had
found screws and nuts and bolts to replace everything that needed it. The
rear wheel ran sound and free and the brakes for the first time worked
without squealing. He adjusted the chain and smeared some special grease
from a tin, it ran so smooth and quiet and wonder of wonders he fixed the
pedal that would stick at the most wrongest of moments. I took it for a
spin up and down the street, I don't know what a new bike feels like but
that day I knew what my new bike felt like and it was wonderful.

"You need new tyres," he said and I agreed.

"I think there's some part used ones at the junk yard," I said, "but it's
too far away and it closes soon." I had enough saved up for one and
intended to get two at one time but I felt I owed it to my bike now to
replace what I could as soon as possible.

"We can go tomorrow," he said and I felt my heart skip a beat, 'Go
tomorrow, WE!'' I thought excited, he said 'WE!'.

"Well I've helped you," he smiled, "why don't you help me and show me
around the town as its all new to me."

"Sure," I nodded happy at my bike and thinking he could follow me round on
it as I showed him the important places.

"I need to get cleared up," Ted grinned, his t-shirt was still pristine but
his hands and arms were dirty and greased up, I was the same.

I hesitated, I could not invite him in, he was unknown to my parents, my
dad was out looking for cash in hand work, sometimes he could get a session
in a pub or on a market stall and we needed the money. Mum was in with Mrs
Wilson having tea and gossiping, it was not proper to interrupt them, I
knew my place well.

"You could do with a clean up too," Ted chuckled, "come on, Ma Parker has
some funny rules but washing up in the bathroom shouldn't be a problem."

Part of me wanted to shout 'Hooray!' but I just allowed the exhilaration to
wax and wave over me and proud as a peacock I strutted across the road
following him into Widow Parker's house.

It smelt of pine disinfectant, mum used it too, it was probably everybody's
choice as with rationing still on people's minds it was probably the only
choice. He led the way upstairs to the bathroom and I followed him
inside. He ran the tap and lit the geyser so the water could run warm if
not hot. In my house we had to boil kettles and pans on the gas stove to
get hot water and I was happily delighted at the prospect of a warm water
wash.

Ted washed his hands free of the grime and grease and then indicated I was
to go the same. I relished the sensation of hot water on my hands and then
realised he had now stripped of the white t-shirt and was standing half
naked in the small bathroom. I could not help but stare at his body, he was
hairless, the tight muscles that showed plainly, the taut stomach with the
flat belly button and the pointed teats of his nipples. I could see the
wisps of hair under his arms and felt an unexplained tingle inside my
body. He was like one of those Health Magazines you see on the top shelf in
the newsagents.

"Come on you need to strip to," he said as he ran the dirty water out of
the sink and replaced it with more now steamy hot water.

Nervously I unbuttoned my plaid shirt and slipped it off. He began to scrub
his body with the soap, working the lather up his arms across his chest,
under his arms and down his stomach. Unsure I stood there watching him.

"Come on," he said, "the water is already getting cold."

Pleased and yet feeling odd I stood beside him and copied his actions,
again the sensation of real hot water was wonderful and I happily splashed
and scrubbed away.

"Do my back," Ted asked and a little embarrassed I picked the soap up and
began to lather up his back, his skin felt different under my hands, strong
and yet there was a subtle smoothness that made me feel that odd tingle
again. I helped him rinse off and he smiled at me.

"Now you," he grinned and obedient I leant over the sink and felt his hands
on my body. He smoothed the lather up and down my body, his fingers felt
strong and his touch was both gentle and almost caressing. I was used to my
mother washing me in the tin tub, Saturday night was normally bathnight in
our house and we sat in the steamy kitchen the metal tub brought in from
the garden where it hung all week. We helped fill the pots and kettles and
poured them into the long tub, my brothers were first, when I was smaller
all three of us got in together but now I was growing up I bathed after
them, my water heating up on the stove as they washed, the big jugs of warm
water ready to rinse off with, then it was my turn and after me I was
banished to bed as my father and mother enjoyed their own ablutions. His
touch however was so different and I felt my heartbeat increase, at school
when we lined up for showers after games it was a walk though routine, you
washed the back of the guy in front of you and the guy behind washed your
back, your other bits were left to you, there was noting sensual or sexual
about it, well up till then I had not experienced such feelings or
sensations. I was more worried about the PE Teacher who would check to make
sure you were clean, if you did not satisfy his inspection you went through
again and a third fail meant detention after school. Ted's touch was
something so different, so touching and I felt him close to my back, his
chin was almost touching my neck.

"That's better," he whispered as he rinsed me of and I felt his hands
smooth down my back, washing the suds into the sink, his hands came around
and held me under the arms, his fingers teasing my nubs. I trembled at the
new sensation.

"How's that feel?" he whispered and I could feel his damp body against
mine, his scent was clear now, the smell of the soap and that extra warm
something was doing something to my head I did not understand, all I knew
was that it felt so good having his body close to me.

He towelled me dry and I returned the favour.

"Thanks," he said and smiled and I saw him look down at me, down between my
legs. Horror of horrors my penis had without me realising it in the heady
atmosphere of the bathroom had stiffened and its four inch tube shape could
be clearly seen in the tight material of my jeans. I went extremely red and
shook, trembling.

"Hey it's okay," he held me close, I was near to tears with embarrassment,
"It's just a guy thing," he whispered into my ear and somehow I was
comforted.

Up till then my sexual experience was to be blunt nil, there was talk at
the back of the bike shed, I had overheard the older boys boast and laugh
in their to me unpleasant way but I really knew nothing. In the late
fifties sex was still years away and even though I was used to my cock
sticking up in the morning I was told by my father that it was a way of
stopping me from peeing in the bed, it made sense at the time and even when
it happened at odd times I just assumed it was a warning I wanted to empty
my bladder so although I had touched myself I had not really played 'down
there' and in any case I shared a double bed with my two brothers, we could
not afford to buy extra beds and in the cold winter it was warm to
share. The idea of playing with my penis had never crossed my mind but its
strange stiffening at this time was so embarrassing to me.

"Come on," he released me, "you said you were going to show me around."

"Yeah," I stopped as I realised I would need permission, "I, I, I, er, I
need to speak to," I stuttered, hoping that for once dad would simply say
'yes'.

"Speak to your parents," he finished for me, "come on then introduce me."

My penis had shrunk back to normal now and dressed we headed across the
road to my home. I could not see dad's coat so I assumed he was not back
yet.

"Mum, mum," I called out, "this is Ted, he's just moved in across the
street, he's just been helping me with my bike and I said as a thank you I
would show him around, let him know where things were," I spoke quickly and
ended up slowing down feeling I sounded lame.

Mother smiled, "Hello, you must be Mrs Parker's new house guest," she
smiled, "Mary said you would be moving in today." She held out her hand and
Ted shook it.

"You should see how good my bike is now mum," I was almost shouting now,
"Mum can I show Ted around, is it okay."

Mum looked at me, 'it was a keep quiet look' and immediately I shut up but
now I was almost bouncing up and down with impatience. She and Ted chatted
together, she made him a cup of tea and all the time I was watching the
clock, it was getting close to the time dad should be home and if he was
there I was sure the answer would be an abrupt and firm, 'NO,' I watched
not listening to them talk.

I realised that Mum was sizing Ted up, she had discovered his worth as an
electrician and there was a couple of items in the house that were beyond
Dad's incapable hands, we could not afford to renew items and repairs often
depended on Dad's abilities which were lacking in a lot of areas. I heard
Ted promise to pop over and have a look at various items.

"Well in that case I'm sure Dan would love to show you around the town,"
mum smiled, "he needs to be back for his supper at eight," she stipulated
and I was nearly out the door.

"Oh," said Ted, "I well, I, er, I was hoping to take him to the chippie on
the way, to say thanks, I need to eat myself," he smiled leaving the
request hanging in the air.

All I heard was chips, real shop bought chips and it wasn't a Friday night
our usual sharing of a bag of chips between us whilst mum would fry up some
eggs or left overs to go with the chips and my eyes must have looked like
saucers at the prospect.

"Well, er, well then," she looked from me to Ted, I knew normally she would
have invited him to eat with us but it was Saturday night and apart from
Sunday's dinner which lay in the larder Saturday night supper consisted of
bread and dripping with a possible scraping of jam if there was any. "Okay
then," she said, "but he should be in bed by," she looked at me, "ten," she
said and my heart soared. "Your father is working a full shift at the Club
tonight so he won't be back till after closing time," she said making sure
I knew that if I was one minute late then dad would wake me when he got
home and discuss my tardiness with the flat of his hand besides ten was the
latest ever for me, I also knew that it meant that bathnight was postponed
until Sunday as dad was working and we could only afford the expense one
night a week. I bounced even higher as we headed out the door.

I picked up my bike and Ted gave me a quizzical look.

"We don't need that," he smiled, "don't you want a ride on my bike."

I was speechless and in a total daze, my mouth hanging open almost down to
my navel, I followed him over to the bike.

"Wait there," he said and disappeared inside the house to reappear a few
moments later with a big worn looking leather jacket. "Here put this on
over your shoulders," he said, "It'll keep us both warm."

I put the jacket across my shoukders, it smelt strongly of his special
aroma and it hung loose on my scrawny body. He sat on the bike and I
climbed up after him. I sat on the back edge of the pillion seat, it felt
amazing and the feel of the bike underneath me was making me feel all
goosebumpy. He looked back at me.

"First time on a bike huh," he grinned and shyly I nodded. "You have to sit
close," he grinned, "now scoot up and put your arms around me 'cos you are
going to need to hold on real tight." Pink again I did as he asked. "Leave
the jacket open so it can shield the two of us," he told me."

I moved close feeling his body heat through the t-shirt up against my
cotton shirt, he teased the sides of the jacket around us, closing the neck
tie across my chin.

"Now keep the corners of the jacket in your hands as you hold onto me," he
instructed.

I did as he said and we finally found a comfortable position that he was
happy with. I could feel him breathe now and I felt a strange excitement
again, his scent was doing it to my head again and I leaned my head against
his shoulder.

"Hold on tight," he said as he kick started the bike and for the first time
I felt the throb of the machine quiver up through me making me feel even
more heady than before. He slipped the clutch and away we went.

At first he drove slowly so we could get used to the seating arrangements,
for me it was all so exciting and amazing and I revelled in the strange
wonderful feelings and throbbings I was experiencing. We drove around and I
showed him where the high street was, the station, the bus stop, we drove
past my school and as we passed the youth club he slowed down and I waved
one handed at some of my schoolmates who stood mouth open in amazement at
the sight of me on the bike. 'School on Monday is going to be mind blowing'
I told myself savouring every moment to be able to tell everyone what it
felt like. To my delight Ted swung the bike around and stopped outside the
youth club where I was able to lord it over Mike Field, one of my rivals at
school. Normally I avoid the club on Saturday night, mostly the older boys
go there then, my night is Friday night when the younger teenagers
congregate but some of the more older acting boys like Mike Field hang out
outside the club on Saturday hoping to be invited by the older kids to join
them inside, sometime it happens, most nights it don't, we get the same
from the twelve year olds on Friday nights. I could see Mike was almost
green with jealousy and Ted really put it on, gunning the bike and showing
off as we drove off.

I took him to all the other necessary places and then we headed for the
chippie. It was so cool to stand in the queue with him, he bought us a
portion of chips each, we smothered them with salt and vinegar and tomato
sauce and he also bought some sausages, onion rings (which I had never had
before, they were scrumptious) and he added some pineapple fritters and
some bottles of coke. I carried the brown paper bag out and he stashed it
in a pannier where it would keep hot.

"Where shall we eat?" he asked.

"I dunno," I said confused, normally we ate at home, it was rare to walk
along and eat chips although I knew other people did it.

"Is there a river or a canal nearby?" he asked.

I directed him to the river and he drove along the towpath and stopped on a
large bend where the river had a dry beach like place. Not real sand just
ground up dirt but it was soft to sit on. Here we stuffed ourselves and
burped the coke and skimmed stones across the slow moving ripples of now
dark water. I was having an amazing time. He lay his jacket on the ground
and I lay beside him, we looked up at the evening night sky and he pointed
out some of the stars, I was just happy to be there.

"Happy?" he whispered.

"Oh yeah," I sighed.

He leaned up on his elbow and looked down at me, I could see his face in
the moonlight and then he said, "Thank you," and he bent down and kissed me
directly on the lips, a gentle smooth kiss.

I froze, unsure and yet elated, 'boys, men don't kiss' I told myself and
yet the kiss was so natural and so nice and I wanted him to do it again. It
was nothing like the kiss my dad gave me when he put me to bed, I cast my
mind exploring my memories I could not recall anyone else kissing me like
that and there was that tingle in my body that I did not understand.

"Come on lets go for a real ride," he said.

He pulled me up and we tidied away the chip papers, sticking the bottles in
the pannier for return. I climbed up behind him, it felt more natural now
to scoot up close against him, his scent was heady again and his heat
warmed me fully. He drove straight out of town, there was a long stretch of
road than ran straight for about a couple of miles. He gunned the engine
and took off, I clung to him, scared and so excited, the wind rushing
through my hair, the throbbing of the engine, the feel and sound of the
bike all these served to make me feel exhilarated and above all that I
could feel his taut body controlling the bike and I clung tight to him
feeling his heartbeat and his lungs breathe. Again I felt my penis harden
and embarrassed I tried to pull back.

"Keep close," he shouted above the noise and the wind, "it's too dangerous,
you have to hold on tight.

I clung to him as he drove faster, my penis stiff inside my briefs was
rubbing up against his hard belt and his jeans and I felt so alive. The
road wound into a bend and he stopped and turned the bike around and I felt
a lost sense of disappointment.

"Back we go," he turned to look at me and my heart quickened as I realised
we would have to drive back.

"Like that," he grinned at me.

"Yes, oh yes," I was so full of it.

"Sit tight," he said and I felt his hands between my legs, he was fiddling
with my shorts.

I stared down as he undid my fly and then put his hand inside and touched
my stiff penis. I looked at him awed at how his touch felt on my little rod
and both scared and elated.

"Don't worry, It'll be allright," he whispered.

He wedged my briefs down under my balls so my stiff cock pulsed in the air,
the sensations were overpowering and strange and yet so wonderful. He eased
his t-shirt free of his jeans and told me to hold on tight. When I put my
hands around him he replaced them against his skin under his t-shirt and
best of all my stiff cock was now pressed up against his back. I could feel
the bottom ridge of his backbone against the top of my penis, the feeling
was so wonderful and so exciting, the throbbing of the engine sending more
waves of pulsing pleasure growling through my young body. I clung tight,
enjoying the hard silky texture of his skin and as we drove faster and
faster I pressed my body against his, my penis now rubbing up and down his
bare back as we rode the wild wind. I laid my head against his shoulder and
gently kissed the back of his neck.

All too soon he slowed down, the straight run had come to an end and he
drove the bike steadily and slowly back to the street. I was shaking with
emotions and sensations unknown to me and felt so sad when the bike rolled
to a stop outside Widow Parker's house. He turned his head back and looked
at me.

"Okay," he whispered as the noise of the engine died.

I slid of the bike, using his jacket to cover up my partial nudity,
wondering why this now felt so good and so right. He came up close to me
and held me and slid his hand under the jacket, his scent was again
overpowering and I clung to him again, his hand sought my stiff penis, his
touch felt so exquisite.

"We need to take care of this," he whispered throatily, "can't send you
home like this."

'Take care,' I thought, 'what does he mean, how can he take care of and
what was he going to take care of,' I was so confused and bewildered.

"Come on," he whispered, "but keep quiet we don't want Ma Parker
interrupting us."

I followed him into the house and tiptoed behind him up the stairs to his
room. Inside he slid the jacket of my shoulders, embarrassed I covered my
stiff penis which was still pointing upwards and giving me odd feelings in
my body.

"Don't," he said pulling my hands away, "it's beautiful," he said and I
looked down at the strange sight that throbbed so hard off my scrawny
body. 'How could anyone say that this pencil shaped piece of gristly flesh
with the funny heartshaped lump at the end was beautiful', it amazed me.

He unbuttoned my shirt and slid it down my limp and hanging arms. He knelt
down and sniffed at my penis and looked up at me with a strange look in his
eyes, a look I did not understand.

"Your cock smells so good," he said, 'cock!' it was not a new word to me
but I had never called the thing between my leg anything other than a
'willie' until the school doctor had explained the medical term for it,
'penis,' a new word which I savoured and used as a proper word.

Now he eased my feet out of my scruffy pumps and then pulled down my
shorts, my penis, no cock as he called it, looked odd with my off white
briefs crumpled under my balls, the slim shaft sticking almost straight up,
the little patch of newly growing hair that I knew meant I was growing up,
maturing seemed a strange sight. I gasped as he tugged at my briefs and
then they fell down to my ankles. Helpless he had to lift my feet free of
my pile of clothes and now I trembled naked in his room looking down at him
as he knelt looking at me. The sense of wonder and awe was even more
powerful and I shivered again.

 Ted stood up and lifted me in his hands and carried me the short step to
his bed and laid me on top of the bedspread. I lay trembling and
anticipating I did not know what as he unzipped his leather boots and
climbed up beside me. I could smell him again, his scent sending me into a
wave after wave of dazed sensations. He leaned over me and I scented his
breath and his mouth descended and he kissed me again. It was a long slow
kiss, our mouths met and rubbed and moved against each other and I felt so
safe and secure and so happy in his arms.

His hand moved to my shaft. His touch was out of this world as he held my
penis, my cock in his hand and slowly moved his fingers up and down. I
sighed into his mouth as his fingers circled the now so sensitive head,
teasing back the soft skin, up and down, back and forth his gentle hands
moved and then I arched my back with the sudden sharp thrill that resounded
through me as he exposed my purply head to the air and I felt his fingers
touch the ridge. He squeezed and rubbed me just there, it was exquisite, I
felt as though I was on fire and I writhed with delirious glee as he worked
my ridge and then I felt a white light go off inside my head, my heart was
pounding, I was panting to catch my breath, my cock was reaching for the
sky and I was on fire all over my skin. I went into a strange spasm as I
felt my inner being exploding. I groaned out loud and I was conscious of
something shooting from the head of penis, it was an awesome feeling which
went on for several heart stopping moments and I felt as though I was
floating above the bed, above the house, high in the sky and then I fell
back on the bed, cradled in his arms. I looked up at him, I did not know
what had happened, all I did know was that he had done it and I wanted him
to do it again and again and forever.

"Told you I'd take care of it," he whispered, nuzzling his face against
mine.

I felt his hand cupped around my cock, it felt wet and I was conscious of
some damp cold sensations on my chest. I looked down, my penis was now
smaller and it was covered in a sticky pearly looking substance, I could
see some other spots or splashes of the same stuff on my body.

"What happened?" I whispered fearful, had I done some damage to my body.

He looked at me and a dawning knowing look came into his eyes, I felt a
quiver of excitement in my body.

"You don't know," he said it was a statement, "your first ever time," he
grinned, a happy smile of elation and somehow I felt I shared his
unexplained joy.

"And I was hoping that you would now take care of me," he sighed and I
looked down as he unbuckled his belt and eased open his fly, a thick fat
sausage of flesh poked out, it was like and yet unlike my own penis but so
different, so strange and so enticing.

Instinctively I reached to touch the glistening tube of flesh.



END OF PART ONE



To be continued.....



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