Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2014 14:34:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: This Was A Dream

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This Was a Dream

Out for a drive, enjoying a weekday off, I stopped spontaneously at a park
dedicated to a small Civil War battle for a break before turning around and
heading back home.  I looked out over the small valley for a bit, enjoying
the warm sun beating down.  There were a bunch of kids wandering about in
small groups, obviously a school field trip judging by the half a dozen
school buses in the parking lot.  A nice view in more ways than one.

I decided to hit the rest room before hitting the road.  The
unsophisticated men's room was fairly large and had an odd set of urinals.
Along a central trough were fairly spacious individual places, designated
by short metal walls, that afforded some privacy, fairly standard, but what
was different was that there were places opposed to one another on each
side of the trough.  You couldn't see the other side, however, because of a
splash guard/privacy panel that ran in between.  This panel went from the
trough, at about two feet off the floor, upwards.  About the only thing
that would visible, if you were to look, were the shoes and shins of the
other guys taking a leak on either side.

When I went in, there were a few kids from the school in the men's room
goofing around as kids will do.  They looked like they were in seventh
grade, about twelve or thirteen years old.  My dick lengthened a little
given the circumstances.  So, I go to a stall, unbutton my jeans, pull down
my underwear to free my junk, grab my cock, and start to piss.

This is where it gets wild.

I am peeing and I catch something out of the corner of my eye near my right
foot.  It is a blonde boy crawling under the divider from my right.  He
pauses a second or two, looks up at me and smiles like he is having the
best time, then looks to my dick, not missing a thing, and then crawls on
under the trough to the other side.  As he passes, I notice that he has his
jeans pulled down to his knees; I can see his white cotton briefs as he
crosses under the divider.

Two things happen; I try to stop pissing, easier said than done, and I
start to get an immediate near hard-on.  After getting piss on my hand and
shoving my painfully half hard cock into my underwear, I bent down to look
under the trough.

There he was dead ahead, lying on the concrete floor on forearms and knees
and looking over to his left, presumably for a friend.  Without thinking, I
reached under the trough and grabbed a sneakered foot and steadily pulled
the boy half way back to my cubicle.  He didn't resist.

What I did next was given almost no thought on my part; it was a spur of
the moment inspiration.  Running through my mind at this point was this kid
has no inhibitions and is definitely in search of sexual thrills.  I
thought he wouldn't mind what I was going to do next.  I was right.

I reached up between his spread legs and took hold of what was under the
white cotton with my fingertips.  It was a nearly limp, two inch long boy
penis and behind it was a soft set of balls.  I pulled them back in a
cottony caress - one, two, three times.  At this point I stopped.

I realize I am on the floor, under a urinal trough, in a public park
restroom, with my pants half down.  I am tugging the junk of a thirteen
year old through his underpants with his jeans down around his knees.  I
could be spotted by anybody.  Not good.

Getting back to my feet, I pulled my jeans up, buttoned my fly and headed
to the entrance of the men's room.  I caught up to the boy as we neared the
door.

Almost side by side, I looked down into his hazel eyes.  I knew from his
expression I had nothing to worry about; he returned my gaze with a
mischievous grin, but kept moving towards the door.

"What's your name?"

Stupid question, but I wasn't thinking too quickly.

"Michael," he replied quietly, but loud enough for me to hear, and then
added with tight lips, "I can't be seen talking to you."

He uttered this last part as we went out into the sunlight.  I got the
immediate impression that maybe he had a reputation for meeting men for
sexual thrills in restrooms and this wasn't entirely unknown to others.  I
knew I could only risk a moment or two longer.

"Do you live around here?"

"Just across the highway, actually."

That was less than half a mile away.

"Meet me here Saturday afternoon around 1:30."

I didn't wait for a response as we split up and went our separate ways.  As
I went up to my car, I saw him heading downhill to join a group of
classmates.

______________________


That Saturday, he was there waiting.  When I got out of my car, the blonde
boy turned and headed towards a barn that was nearby on park property.
After a minute, I followed and went in the same door.

It was dark and dusty.  This barn was obviously used now and then for
something, probably storing equipment, but it was empty now.  The boy stood
off to the side, near to some light from the eaves, but still in the
shadows.

I went over to him.  He gave a satyric leer.  Smiling back, I took his
boyish shoulders and turned him around.  I went to my knees and pulled the
boy's pants down, underwear and all.  He bent forward slightly.  He had
done this before.

There, highlighted in the dusty chiaroscuro, was a sublime sight.  Betwixt
two smooth orbs of pale, hairless flesh, pouted a pink puffy rose.  Without
hesitation I put my lips to the opening, there was a slight tang, the
natural state of youth.  Pushing my tongue forward, Michael relaxed his
ring, obviously experienced.  He uttered a passionate sigh.  I tongued
greedily.

After a minute, I leaned back, my beard sloppily wet.  Not as wet as the
young teen's bottom, however.  My spittle dripped; a rivulet traced its way
down the underside of his tight boyish sack. My blood coursed at the sight.

I had to take him.

I stood and pushed Michael towards the wall of the barn.  He shuffled
awkwardly as his pants were still at his knees.  He leaned forward to brace
himself as I reached down and forcefully yanked his pants all the way down
to his ankles.  He looked back in open-mouthed anticipation as I fumbled in
the rush to undo my jeans.

My rod was hot and as hard as steel.  I didn't know if the boy had been
taken anally before, but there was no doubt he was going to be taken by me
now; I couldn't control my lust.  I pushed the boy's shirt farther up his
back and positioned myself.  As the tip of my glans delicately brushed the
slick, wet cleft of Michael's ass, my cock reflexively twitched in a hard
jerk.

"Unhh ... ," I groaned.

I placed the head of my cock to the boy's anus.  I fed it forward gently.

"Inhh ... Innhh ... Innhh ..."

The boy quietly moaned as I pressed into his asshole.

"Uhh ... Uhh ... Ohhh!"

The head went in.

"Oh, Fuck!"  I exhaled, overwhelmed with the sheer sensation of being
enveloped in the tight muscular heat of the boy's bottom.

I began to push deeper.  The young teen took my cock with moans of
discomfort and ecstasy.

"Uh ... Uhh ... Oh, God! ..."

Taking the boy's hips in hand, I began to piston, slowly sliding.  A
little, a little more ...

"Ohh ... Ohhh ... Uhhngh ..."

The thirteen year old arched his back; he began to push rearward. The boy's
buttocks slid up and down against my thighs in the juicy
spittle. Momentarily losing control, I gave a firm forward push. Michael
cried out at the full intrusion.

"Ohhh!"

I had almost pushed the boy into the wall he leaned against.  I took my
left hand from the boy's hip and grabbed his pique-clad shoulder to steady
him, for I knew I would not be able to restrain myself much longer. After a
short pause to allow Michael to compose himself, I began sliding him on my
turgid shaft.

"Inngh ... Inngh ... Uh ... Uhh!"

The young teen moaned with lust. I could feel the stretched ring of his
anus pull outwards as I drew back. I grimaced with ecstatic delight,
savoring the intimate encirclement as long as possible, before thrusting
forward into the furnace of the boy's rectum, harder and deeper each
time. My scrotum contracted, the hairs bristling against the smooth, sticky
flesh. I grunted like an animal.

"Uhnnggh ... Uhnnggh ..."

I reached down, for a moment only, to feel for the boy's cock. At the mere
touch of the rigid spike, Michael gasped, writhing in sensual torment.

"Ah - Ah - Ahh!"

His cries drove me mad with lust. I began driving my cock forward, pushing
Michael against the barn wall.  Again and again, I rammed my thighs
forward. With the boy's every gasp, every plea, I thrust harder and harder,
until I erupted, pumping my seed deep.

"Ingggh! Ingggh! Uhngh ... Unngh!"

As my spasms slackened, Michael and I panted in unison.

"Uhh ... Uhh ... Uh ... Uh ..."

Completely spent, I leant my hand against the wooden wall as I tried to
catch my breath.  A bead of sweat slowly made its way down my lower back.
I felt my hardness break.

Standing upright, I carefully slid my cock from the boy's bottom.  As the
rim of my cockhead pulled from the slippery ring, my balls gave a final
twinge.  I grunted with satisfaction.

I spun the teen around.  Pupils wide, his eyes glistened with spent
satiety.  I knelt before him.  Pulling him to my chest in an intimate
embrace, I nuzzled his smooth skin with my bearded cheek.  His soft boyish
torso slid against mine in a sheen of perspiration made gritty in the dusty
air of the barn.  Michael's flaccid boyhood was pressed between us, its tip
slippery wet.

Slowly, our moment ended.

I stood.  The boy looked to my hanging manhood, then, lifting his eyes, met
my gaze with a face lit by gratification and accomplishment.  We shared a
smile.  I pulled my pants up and tucked myself away, Michael did the same.
I smoothed the wrinkles from his shirt and gently brushed the displaced
locks of his hair.  I put my arm around his thin shoulder and we turned and
walked towards the door.


You might ask if I ever went back to the park and if I ever had Michael
again?  Well, since this was a dream ...


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