Date: Thu, 15 Dec 2022 18:34:31 +0000 From: Truck Savage Subject: Rope-Climbing - Well, Sort Of! This story is written in British, English and is pure fantasy although it does relate to a real life event which took place in 1970's London, England. Names have been changed to protect identities and your feedback on content and writing style is welcome. Nifty is a wonderful resource and so please consider donating. ============================================================================ Rope-Climbing -- Well, Sort Of! The summer of 1970, I had just turned 11-years-old. I had often been told I was a good-looking boy standing around 4' 6" tall with a reasonably athletic physique from the many sports and other physical activities I was involved in, I was blessed with classic blond hair and blue eyes and was often told I had a Scandinavian look to me. Not surprisingly, I was pre-pubescent but slowly becoming aware of sexuality, I had seen hard-core porn magazines that my older brother had stashed away in his bedroom and studied them at every opportunity I could whenever he was out. I was aware that my hairless little cock became stiff from time to time, especially when I was looking at the magazines and if I rubbed it, it felt funny, but a nice funny although I had no idea why or how or what was going on. In the magazines, I was fascinated by the size, hairiness and stiffness of the guy's cocks and although I still was unsure as to exactly how it came about, the large amounts of white -- what I now know to be - cum that ended up squirted all over the women in the pictures, especially on their extremely hairy pussies (well this was the 1970's) was also captivating. I do recall one particular instance at school shortly before the summer holidays when climbing a rope in PE class, I was nearing the top of the rope when I was suddenly overcome with a peculiar feeling of weakness and my whole body became tingly and shaky. I also had the weirdest but strangely pleasant feeling in my willy which I was aware had become stiff. I was unable to move for a few minutes until the feeling subsided. Looking back, I am pretty sure I had inadvertently given myself an orgasm by my cock rubbing on the thick rope as I climbed. My mother and I were spending some time over the summer holidays at my aunt's house in the leafy suburbs of Surrey to the south of London, England. My aunt was a recently-separated single-mother to my cousin Fiona: an attractive girl a year younger than me. Mother was spending a lot of her time consoling Pam leaving Fiona and I largely to our own devices. We would mess around in the garden, sometimes walk to the nearby local park, watch TV but often we would just hang out in Fiona's bedroom that I was sharing with her whilst we were staying there, just reading or chatting or messing around as pre-teens do. One evening at my aunt's house it was bath night for Fiona and I -- no, not together! The plan was for Fiona to bathe first then I would hop in the same water and bathe after. Aunty Pam ran the bath and left her daughter to bathe alone, I waited my turn in the living room with Pam and my mother talking over the sound of the TV. About ten minutes passed and Fiona returned to the living room completely naked; Aunty Pam leapt up laughing loudly. "No, no, no honey, you can't come in here with no clothes on, everyone will see your puss." Whilst I somehow knew what she was referring to, I had never heard the term `puss' before and I found myself innocently staring at my cousin's naked, pink, hairless `puss'. Pam and my mother were both laughing as Fiona was ushered from the room to get dressed and I was sent to get in the bath. I bathed, donned my white robe and headed for the shared bedroom to dress in my pyjamas. Fiona was already there sat on the floor reading a book wearing her nightdress. I entered the room, lay full length on the twin bed in which I was sleeping still wearing my robe and naked underneath. Fiona got up and joined me sitting towards the end of the single bed. We started chatting and I got a sudden urge to `accidentally' let Fiona see my cock which had for some reason been stiff since I went in the bath. The thought of doing this made it stiffen even more and as we talked, gradually and surreptitiously I began wriggling and moving in such a way that the belt of my robe loosened and it started to fall open at the front. I pretended not to notice but was secretly very excited to see my stiff little prick in all its tiny glory gradually poke out of my robe and then become fully exposed to my cousin's view. I saw that she was looking at it but I continued my pretence that I hadn't noticed and chatted away innocently. A few minutes more passed and Fiona said very casually but quizzically. "I can see your thing. Why is it sticking up like that? "Oh!" I feigned surprise but made no attempt to cover up, in fact my supposedly surprised arm movements actually caused my robe to open even further now fully exposing the entire lower half of my pre-teen body. "It does that sometimes, it happened earlier when I saw your `puss'." A few moments passed with both of us staring at my stiff dick which incidentally was probably only about 3½" in its current erect state and obviously totally hairless, accompanied directly beneath by a pair of small walnuts, tiny and shrivelled from being exposed to the cool air after being in the warm bath. When not stiff, I was no more than 2" with an ample foreskin hanging from the tip. "Can I see you puss again?" I blurted into the awkward silence. Without hesitation, Fiona lifted her nightdress to chest height and swung her legs up onto the bed placing one either side of my now fully exposed legs. I stared long and hard at her female privates; the first I'd ever seen deliberately, in person and close-up, I could just about make out the hole in between her soft, swollen-looking outer lips, presumably the same hole that the men in the magazines slid their massive cocks into. Without prompting Fiona pulled her lips apart slightly with two fingers and slid part of her middle finger inside the now fully exposed hole much to my surprise and delight. "Can I touch it, Fiona?" "Yeah." She replied. "If you let me touch your thing after." I nodded and tentatively reached out my hand homing in on her bald, puffy, pink pussy, the excitement and anticipation rippled through my body as I eventually made contact, my fingers clumsily stroked up and down each lip a few times before I bravely wormed one finger between them and found the entrance to her hole which looked nothing like the ones I had seen in the magazines, hesitantly I slipped the tip of my index finger inside her, it felt nice: warm, wet and slimy; somehow very inviting, I looked into Fiona's eyes to see if she minded what I was doing but her expression gave nothing away, she just continued to watch intently as I fingered her pussy. I slid my finger in about another inch making her wince a little before pulling it out and examining it. I noticed that it was glistening in the light of the room and out of curiosity I brought it up to my face and sniffed it: a fragrant mix of bubble-bath and a sort of musky aroma. Fiona was watching me intently as I slowly put my finger to my lips and then slid it all the way into my mouth sucking the juice off it. I cannot tell you what made me do this and it wasn't exactly a pleasant taste but something about doing it excited me enormously and I began to realise how the men in the magazines would use their tongues on the women's `downstairs'. "My turn." Announced Fiona abruptly. I relaxed back on the bed giving Fiona full access to my little boner. She pulled her knees closer to her body and shuffled nearer to my crotch, in doing so she ended up sitting on my bare feet and I could feel the warmth and wetness of her naked wet pussy on my skin. Sheepishly she reached out her hand and I watched as her finger made contact with my foreskin, it tickled and caused my body to jolt; Fiona instinctively withdrew her hand and I apologised telling her it was OK; it felt nice. To help things along, I reached down and with two fingers pulled back my foreskin fully so that she could see my wet, shiny cock-tip. Her finger touched the exposed slit causing my dick to twitch upwards violently as the muscle in my groin spasmed. Fiona giggled a little but persevered and ran her finger the length of my shaft from the balls to the tip where she gathered some of the slimy clear fluid, she brought it up to her lips as I had done with hers and licked it. "Yuck!" she exclaimed quietly. "Not keen on the taste to be honest." I ignored this comment. "Take hold of my willy gently with your fingers and slide them all the way up and down slowly." I coached. She did as she was instructed and soon I was beginning to feel like I was climbing up the rope again. "Squeeze a little harder with your fingers Fiona." I said, a little breathlessly. She did and the rope-climbing feeling intensified. "Now do it a bit faster." I blurted anxiously. Again, Fiona obliged. Again, the rope-climbing intensified. "Faster!" I said louder and now with some urgency. Fiona's hand almost became a blur as she furiously stroked my cock until uncontrollably I threw my head back and let out a short, quiet moan as the rope-climbing reached its climax and I looked back down in time to witness a small globule of clear liquid squirt from the slit in my helmet and run down my little still stiff shaft and onto Fiona's hand. "Eeew!" She exclaimed wiping her hand on my robe. "What happened?" I was almost oblivious to her question and her action as I was still trying to regain control of my quivering limbs, catch my breath and listen to my heart pounding loudly in my chest. "Oh my god Fiona, I think you just made me cum. I've read about it in magazines" Disinterestedly Fiona just shrugged her shoulders as she clearly had no idea what any it meant or just how wonderful her actions had felt for me. I'm not sure if Fiona actually told my aunt about this liaison but every time I saw Aunty Pam after that evening, she seemed to smile at me with what seemed very much like a `knowing' smile and two days later I was heading home on the train alone. My mother certainly never mentioned it or even dropped any hints that she knew what had taken place. Mum and Aunty Pam took me to the station, bought my ticket and escorted me onto the platform. These were the days of `slam door' train carriages with unconnected enclosed compartments with two bench seats the full width of the carriage. I chose a fully empty compartment, kissed my relatives goodbye and settled in for the fifteen-minute journey to my home station. Just as the Guard blew his whistle for the train to start, the door to the compartment opened and in jumped an older man in a dark overcoat. Although the compartment was empty apart from me, he sat down one seat away from me, smiled and announced how he had only just made it to the train in time. I smiled back, said nothing and just looked out of the window as the train gathered speed and leaving the station platform behind. Within a few minutes the man had moved to the seat right next to me and started to strike up a conversation. He commented that my jeans were very nice and asked if they were new. He asked if they had a zipper or button flies, I didn't answer and remained frozen in fear when, to my surprise, he put his hand on my crotch and said. "Oh a zipper. Yes I prefer zippers, buttons can be so fiddly and awkward don't you think?." As he spoke I could feel his hand squeezing my privates through my jeans and although I was still very frightened, I felt my little cock stiffen involuntarily under the attention his hand was giving my intimate area. He continued to engage me in conversation whilst he casually massaged my prick through the front of my jeans, then he casually undid the button on the waistband and slipped his hand down inside, and also inside my pants cupping my stiff prick and balls in his hand squeezing firmly, as he did so he asked me if I could imagine someone driving a car with their hand down someone else's trousers like this, I think I shook my head nervously and he laughed and began to roll and squeeze my hard little dick between his fingers, he then started to stroke it back and forth inside my pants and I could feel my glans rubbing against the inside of my Y-Fronts when he pulled my foreskin back on the rearward strokes. He told me that he could tell I was enjoying it as my little cock had got stiff and he slipped his hand out from inside my underpants and told me to stand up and face him, scared as hell I just blithely did as I was told. "That's a good boy." He said adding. "Your pecker feels really nice and I'd love to just have a look at it to see if it looks as nice if that's OK? Will you show me?" As he spoke, he was already pulling down the zipper of my jeans and he quickly slid them down to my ankles, then he did the same with my Y-Fronts and sure enough out sprung my little pecker standing as proud as it could and pointing straight at his face. "Oh yes that is very nice." He said smiling and staring at my little erection. "Very nice indeed." And with that he pulled my foreskin all the way back revealing the purple shiny glans and causing a very slight dribble of clear fluid to seep from my slit. "Oh you really are enjoying this a lot aren't you? Good boy." He announced in response to the wetness on my cock-tip He leaned forward, stuck out his tongue and licked the globule of liquid from my hard wet dick, he smacked his lips as he swallowed hard, looking up at my face he declared. "Wow it tastes as good as it looks too." His head moved back down and he ran his tongue the length of the underside of my shaft starting at my balls, his tongue then licked at the tendon which joins the foreskin to the shaft for a moment or two even in my terrified state, the feeling of this action was amazing, then he took my entire knob into his open mouth sucking gently on it, my knees buckled slightly at the sensation, he then slid most of my shaft into his warm mouth and I could feel his tongue exploring every part of my cock, his fingers were keeping my foreskin pulled fully back the whole time I was in his mouth. I was petrified and although I really didn't want this to be happening, the sensations his actions caused were intense; rope-climbing intense! I felt him put a hand on each of my naked bum cheeks and start to move my hips back and forth with my cock still being sucked in his mouth, then I could sense the tip of one of his fingers reach into my crack and touch my butthole as he continued to slide me in and out of his mouth. A few more of these movements and the rope-climb overwhelmingly reached its peak, I felt him suck harder as he sensed my climax and my whole body trembled and I rose up on tip-toes as I felt a globule of liquid squirt from the slit in my cock inside the man's mouth, again he swallowed hard and loudly. Shortly after the train began to slow down as it approached the station; my station and the man hurriedly gave my cock a last rub then pulled my pants and trousers back up and did up the zipper and button for me. By the time the train stopped I was sat back down as if nothing had happened. The stranger smiled at me and said. "I'm glad you enjoyed that, I did too." I got up enough courage to blurt. "My stop." And I jumped from my seat, opened the door and bolted down the platform and out of the station exit as fast as I could. I have never told anyone about this train incident, I guess I was just too embarrassed and frightened. I can remember throughout puberty and my teenage years having perplexing feelings of both guilt and confusion for many years because my cock had got hard and I orgasmed during this incident causing me to question my sexuality. However, later on in life (from maybe mid-20's onwards) although a red-blooded heterosexual male, I simply accepted that this thing had happened and that although I was terrified at the time looking back, it must have been at least a little enjoyable as the memory has since regularly been the subject of my masturbation fantasies -- guilt-free!