Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2009 00:00:32 +0000
From: niftyauthor@hushmail.com
Subject: Wee Mickey, A Scottish Boys Tale - Part 1

Having stumbled upon nifty it got me thinking about some of my
early experiences and I thought that I would like to share some
them, somewhat embellished I need to add.  This is my first attempt
at writing so please bear with me!  All of the usual warnings apply.

Wee Mickey, A Scottish Tale - Part 1

I was born in a small town not to far from Glasgow on the west
coast of Scotland and, like many of my generation my early life
revolved around football, or soccer as our cousins from across the
pond like to call it.  As an only child in a one parent family my
mother relied upon male friends to try and give me as normal a
"masculine" upbringing as possible.   So as an 10 year old my
Saturday afternoons usually involved being taken to Parkhead to
watch my team Glasgow Celtic play by my "uncle" Pat.  Before you
jump to conclusions Pat was more interested in getting his leg over
my mother than he was in me and, on reflection, he just saw me as a
way to get in with my mother, the level of attention he payed me
when she was not there reflected this lack of interest.  I normally
waited for Pat at the bus pickup point behind the Cutty Sark, the
pub that he and the older guys used to frequent and top up on their
favorite drink before purchasing the obligatory carry out of
whiskey and strong lager to drink on the bus going to the away
games.  I was very excited today we were traveling to Aberdeen a 3
hour trip,  I had never been that far away but was not worried the
whole thing was just one big adventure to an innocent 10 year old.
  I was the youngest person who went to the games on our bus and
the older teenagers would have nothing to do with me, so there I
sat with my comic and a can of Iron Brew waiting for the bus to
load up.  Because Pat did not pay for me I had to wait for the
paying members to take their seats and, if there were any spare, I
got to sit, otherwise I would stand or lean against the seats
during the journey to the game.  I loved the atmosphere on the bus
with rowdy teenagers singing their favorite songs drinking and
generally having a good time.

The day in question sticks in my mind because we had stopped in a
quiet lay-by to allow the passengers to have a pee, the buses were
basic back then and loo stops were a necessity with a bus full of
beer drinking football fans.   This was a big game for us and as a
result the bus was full to overflowing as I did not have a seat I
took the opportunity to rest my legs and sat at a window seat at
the rear of the bus while the passengers emptied their bladders.

I noticed that the teenagers had all moved to the rear of the bus
under my window and were using it to block passing cars from seeing
them urinating.  Being brought up by my mother and having a nervous
bladder, I could not pee if anyone was looking and as a result I
had never seen a grown up willy.  As I looked down there was a row
of teenagers aged about 14-18 all lined up below my window.  I
could not look away but was terrified of being caught, I did not
want to be called a "poof", as I had heard one boy at school called
when he was caught willy watching.  I did not know what a "poof"
was but knew that this boy was bullied afterward and did not want
the same treatment.   I watched mesmerized as the boys pushed their
tracksuit bottoms down lifting the obligatory football tops up to
avoid getting them wet.  I could not believe my eyes having never
seen any willies past puberty there below were 6 or 7 teen willies
which, when compared to my own tiddler, looked huge with their
exaggeratedly large balls pushed up by the waistband of the
tracksuits.  As I watched some pulled back their foreskins to get a
better flow exposing the rounded tips of their penises, from where
I sat they varied from dark purple to a light coral pink on one
blond guy, he was 16 and called Liam.  I really liked him because
amongst the teenagers he was the only one who greeted me and he
would sometimes even share his seat up at the back of the bus.
Sometimes he would even ruffle my hair on the way past and call out
"hey Mickey boy", thats my name Michael, he was the only one who
did not call me by my full name and it made me feel special to have
 nickname.  I could not look away, Liams willy was about 5 inches
long topped by a tuft of blond hair it was quite pale and I had
noticed before he pulled back was topped by a rosette of pink skin.
 As I looked Liam suddenly looked up catching me staring, I was
mortified, he looked straight into my eyes before I could spin my
head around and pretend to be looking somewhere else.  I never
looked back out the window and sat quietly waiting for the them to
re-board the bus.  I was dreading what he would say, I knew that he
would tell on me and that my life would be made hell by the others,
I had heard them talking about how they hated poof's and how if
they met one they would not hesitate to give them a kicking.  So
there I sat, close to tears, dreading what was sure to happen, as
Liam approached I avoided eye contact until I heard the familiar
"hey Mickey boy"! this time with a feeling of apprehension.

I looked up and he looked straight into my eyes, what's up he asked
 knowing fine well why I was getting progressively upset.  "Your in
my seat", do you not have one today?  I said nothing and just shook
my head frightened that if I opened my mouth I would start crying,
no problems mate, I don't mind sharing, I felt the tension inside
my chest ease a little, "shift up" he said and he slid in beside
me, nothing more was said.  Soon afterwards then the person in the
other seat came back on he was called "Big Frank" he was not keen
on giving up any space for me and said so in a very few harsh
words, Liam told him to chill and said "Mickey boy if you want to
sit your going to have to either use my knee or its back to
standing".  I was in a difficult position I was frightened that if
I moved Liam would tell on me and that was worse than standing for
the remaining 2 hours of the journey.  I nodded and stood up while
he slid into the window seat before sliding me onto his lap.   The
singing had started as the bus lurched off northwards with Big
Frank turned towards the isle and leading them off, Liam pulled my
shoulders towards his chest and placed his mouth to my ear, his
whispering being muffled for everyone else by the singing.
"Mickey, now I have not told the others about your willy watching
earlier", I opened my mouth to make my excuses and was shushed,
"don't insult me Mickey I know you were looking, I saw you watching
when we were first there before I deliberately looked up to catch
you out".  I felt trapped, panicking I did not understand what was
going on and was only grateful that he had not told on me.  "Do you
want me to tell them?"  I shook my head confirming my guilt, "ok
this can be our little secret as long as you behave".  As I sat I
could smell the shower gell he must have used this morning and
enjoyed the heat from his body as he held me close.   " You know I
have always liked you Mickey" I nodded "do you like me he asked in
hushed tones?" I turned my head towards the window and told him
that he was my favorite, "do you know what the boys do to poofs
Michael?" he asked, I was surprised that he had reverted to calling
me by my full name and felt the panic rising once more, he was
going to tell.  "You were looking at the boys willies you know what
that makes you don't you?", I shook  my head, "come on now! boys
who like looking at other boys willies are poofs and you have been
caught out, so what are you?"  I could not deny it, I had been
looking and been caught, it was only Liams discretion that was
between me and all the bad things I thought would happen if the
other people on the bus  found out, god then they would tell
everyone at home!, so Mickey boy what are you then?".  I am a poof
Liam"  I then heard myself whispering, "please don't tell on me!".

 As I said this I felt him pull my hips back sliding me fully onto
his lap, as I sat looking out of the window I felt him something
hard beneath my bottom, nestling between my cheeks, its firmness
not hidden by the thin material of my baggy nylon football shorts.
He put his left arm around my waist blocked from view by big franks
wide back and pulled me gently into his lap pressing me even more
against the hardness, "that you are Mickey boy, a little poof, but
its ok, its our secret, you do want it to be our secret don't you
or shall I tell the others?".  "Its our secret Liam please don't
tell".

He pulled his jacket off the back of the seat in front and placed
it over us, "its ok i am just feeling a bit cold and this will keep
us warm" he said.

I thanked him he was really considerate, I should have worn my trackey
bottoms but it was too late now.

I soon felt his left hand lift my football strip away from my body
and then his right hand slipping slowly under to rest gently on my
stomach.  I looked to where big Frank was sitting but he still sat
with his back to us oblivious to Liam and my chat and to the events
that were starting to unfold.  Its ok mate no one is looking at you
relax!.  I felt him gently stroking my stomach under the top gently
and slowly passing his fingers over my skin, I started to relax and
let myself lean against his chest laying my head on his shoulder I
just watched the world as it passed by, enjoying the closeness to
Liam.  After a while his hand mover upwards passing over my nipple
stopping only long enough to give it a gentle tweak, I started from
my relaxed state with this change Liam gently shushed me gently
rolling my now pert and sensitive nipple between his fingers.  He
soon returned to the rhythmic stroke of my tummy and I once more
relaxed into him.  I felt the hand move from under my shirt and
move to a new position resting on my thigh at the point where my
shorts finished and my bare leg begun, once more the slow stroking
started gently up and down every so often slipping under the edge
of the baggy shorts moving closer and closer to my willy.  I once
more looked around and Frank remained sitting with his back to us
deep in conversation with the guys across the aisle, no one knew no
one could see what Liam was doing and I was not even sure myself, I
know that the area that he was approaching was private, that no one
should touch there but it felt naughty and exciting.  "Are you ok
wee man" Liam whispered, I looked into his face and nodded in
reply, that good he smiled, just relax and enjoy the journey as the
hand left my thigh and once more slipped under my top.

The stroking was no less relaxing and no less enjoyable, but this
time, this time, he started slipping his fingers under the waist
band of my shorts running his fingers around the top of my
knickers.  This was new I was aware that his breathing had
increased and i was sure the lump beneath my bottom had moved or
pulsed but something was definitely different.  Soon I felt the
fingers slip under the waistband, I started to move but the arm
around my waste pulled me closer, hey mate its ok, relax I will
look after you if you start to wriggle about someone will look.  I
stopped moving not wanting to attract attention.  The fingers
slowly started their journey south, I think I stopped breathing, I
know that Liam was breathing faster than ever, and then it
happened, the fingers touched the base of my willy and moved down
gently moving my balls in their tight sack, there thats ok Mickey,
I nodded once more giving my permission for the fingers to be where
they were in my private place.

Liam gently held my willy between his finger and thumb rolling it
slowly, it started to get hard, no one had ever touched my willy
before and here it was getting hard in another boys fingers.  I was
confused not knowing what was happening all i knew was that my
willy was starting to feel nice under Liams touch as he moved his
fingers up and down the 3 inch stalk.  I could not keep still
arching my hips in time with the strokes, feeling my bottom sliding
back and forth over the hardness beneath, then I understood, it was
Liams willy the was getting the same feeling from my rubbing bottom
as my willy was from his fingers.  I could not help my self with
the restraining arm restricting my trusting, I felt a warmness in
my tummy, my breathing was increasing in speed, Liam was whispering
tender words in my ear, I asked him to stop I thought i was going
to pee a  Liam must have anticipated what was happening because the
arm round my waist moved up up and he covered my mouth with the
hand.  And then it happened, the most wonderful feeling, I saw
stars and went light headed, it was the best feeling I had ever had
in my life, but I was confused I did not know what had just
happened.  Seeing my look Liam laughed, was that your first cum, I
nodded and he laughed once more, "that my friend was an orgasm and
i was your first".  "Would you like to help me" and I knew I did,
but thats another story for another time....

If you enjoyed this tale please drop me a line and share your
experiences, I got to know Liam and some of the other teens on the
bus well, some of them very well, but that as they say is another
story.

Mickey