Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 20:08:13 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mike James <offroaderlr@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: How it all started at Thirteen Part 2 M/t n/c oral

You may have missed part 1 but it is on Nifty. Any coments to
offroaderlr@yahoo.com please.

Part Two

The half term holiday was my break away from the advert on the toilet
walls and the chance of seeing that man who made me suck him off in
Fratton Bridge toilet. He might know where I lived and where I went to
school but he was in Portsmouth and I was safe in Fareham. My hormones
were still raging and I went to the toilets in the bus station and also
in the Trinity Street rec toilet and down by the Quay and read the
stories and had a wank, but I was much more careful not to let men see me
now. One man did follow me but I went into Handsfords' cycle shop and
hid until he went away.
It was the Thursday near the end of my holiday and I was in my road on my
bike when a Railway van stopped next to me. I looked at the van and saw
the man from the toilet on Fratton Bridge sitting in the passenger
street.
"Hello Tim (I will use that name as it seems silly to keep putting
****), you didn't meet me like I told you too. I don't like being let
down. You are a nice kid with a nice small mouth and throat and I want
your lips wrapped round my dick again"
I was terrified! He was in my road, not far from my house. I didn't know
what to say. I just sat on my bike and went red. Suppose one of my
friends, or worse my brother, saw me talking to him. I started to ride
off.
"Wait Tim, or I will have to follow you home"
I stopped.
"I won't make you do it now. I don't know anywhere round here that you
could take me. When do you go back to school?"
"Next week"
"Oh good, my shift will mean you can do me again. 4.00 o'clock on
Monday evening where you met me last time. I think I can fix somewhere
better soon so you can get al your clothes off before my dick goes down
your throat. After all, last time you got my spunk all over your shirt
didn't you. You got to learn how to swallow nipper, then it won't run
down your nose and chin next time. You'll soon learn how to do it, and
other things. Don't forget, next Monday at 4."
He turned to the driver and said they could go now. That's when it hit
me. The driver had heard all he said to me, he had to. Jezz what was
happening to me, how did I get into this mess? I went home and shut my
self in my bedroom for the rest of the day.
I didn't go out on the Friday, and I helped in a shop on Saturday so I
was safe that day. Sunday I went to church in the morning (I was in the
choir) and stayed in the rest of the day. Monday I went back to school!
All day Monday I was in a state and got told off four times. Eventually
school came to an end and I started the slow walk from school to Fratton
Bridge. I could do the walk in twenty minutes but it took nearly
forty-five minutes that night. Maybe he will have gone, maybe he won't
be there, maybe ... He was at the urinals waiting, playing with that
thick disgusting cock of his.
"Ah Tim, there you are, you're late. Come on, let's go"
He just grabbed my hand and led me out the toilet and down the road a
bit. Then we went down some narrow path behind some houses and ended up
in a space full of rubbish and stuff. It was nearly dark.
"Come on I don't have much time tonight"
He said this as he pulled his cock out of those dirty railway trousers.
He grabbed me and pushed me down to his cock. I smelt that smell again,
sweat and wee, I wanted to throw-up. I started to speak but he used that
moment to push his cock straight into my mouth and down my throat. I
gagged and choked, my eyes were watering and I felt faint. He pulled back
and I gasped for air, then he rammed it back down again. Each time he
rammed into my throat I gagged and each time he pulled back I gasped for
air. His fat stomach kept hitting my head every time he pushed into me.
"Your head is in the way; get down on your knees"
The pressure on my shoulders didn't really give me any option. Now his
dirty trousers and fat stomach was only hitting my forehead.
"Oh yeah, that's much better, right down your tight little throat. God
Tim you are so good, a natural dick sucker, you were born to this nipper,
born to it; the best ever"
I felt sick and scared, faint and choking, yet the things he was saying
still made me feel good. No man ever said I was good at anything, no
adults ever said I was good at things and yet this gross creature was
telling me how good I was.
"How old are you Tim?"
I pulled off his cock to answer, and to give my stretched jaw time to
relax.
"Thirteen"
"Bloody hell here I am fifty five and I got my dick down the throat of a
pretty little thirteen year old natural born cock sucker"
I didn't get any chance to say anything back as he threw his hips
forward and shoved that fat cock back into my mouth and down my throat. I
knew that things had changed as he held my head in his hands and stared
thrusting in and out, in and out; and grunting and moaning as he did.
"Oh god Tim, I'm gonna shoot, it's coming oh god oh yes, here it
comes. You're so good, yes suck me nipper, suck me, take all of it, suck
me. Get ready Tim, get ready, oh yeah oh yeah oh JEZZZUSSSS!"
He froze, went rigid, stopped breathing, and his cock pumped. It was down
my throat at the time so there was nothing I could do, he just pump his
spunk down my throat. After two jerks and pumps he pulled back. As he
pushed forward again he spurted more spunk into my mouth. There seem
gallons of it and he wasn't stopping. I swallowed as fast as I could but
it was too much. Some of it got sort of sucked out of my mouth as he
pulled out and some got forced out of my mouth as he pushed back in. I
thought he was never going to stop. At last I felt his cock was getting
softer in my mouth and he slowly pulled it out. He made me lick it clean
for him. Then he pulled me up and kissed me on my mouth. I breath smelt
and he hadn't shaved.
"Haven't got time to suck you tonight little Tim, that will have to
wait for next time. You don't know my name do you, well you can call me
Frank, that will do. Read the walls in Fratton Bridge and look for a
message from me telling you where and when I will meet you next time. It
won't be in the toilet and we will go to the house of a friend of mine.
That will be much better and warmer and safer. My friend will want you to
suck him as well, but you are up for that aren't you; after all you are
a born natural cock sucker and need to improve your natural talent. Oh,
the driver of the van that was with me when I came to your road, he wants
your mouth too. You're a popular kid Tim and gonna be real busy. I'm
gonna try to arrange things for an afternoon so you might have to skip
school."
"I can't do that; I'll get into big trouble"
"I think I can square things for you, don't worry. You are mine nipper,
I own you. I know your name, your school and your address. I don't want
to cause you stress and trouble, but if you don't do what I ask, what
you were born to do, then I will"
Frank turned and walked slowly away. I turned my back on him and retched.
Nothing came up; the spunk was already in my stomach. I felt dirty,
abused, trapped. I was scared, confused, terrified of the situation I was
in. I also could not understand why my dick was part hard after all I had
been forced to do. I just couldn't understand what was happening to me.
Suddenly I realised I was not sure of the way out of where I was. I ran
and only slowed down when I could see Frank ahead of my. I followed him
until I was out on a road I knew. Then I went to the station and caught
my train home.
Over the next week I saw notes in different toilets.
"To the 13 year old St John's boy, thanks for a great suck off kid"
"13 year old St John's boy see you again soon for another hot session"
There were also notes in different writing; they must have been from
other men. They wanted to meet me for sex fun. I kept rubbing them out,
what would happen if a boy from my school saw them, or a teacher.
Then the note was there!
"Next Wednesday afternoon T, meet on the corner by St Jude's church"
I knew there was no way out!