Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2012 08:43:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: captin.underpants@aol.com
Subject: Andy

(Some kids are into sex, and I'm one of them. Being someone who thinks a
lot about sex, and someone who likes to write, I thought I would put a few
memories down on paper.  This summer I am taking a writing class at my
library.  These are some of the storiesI've gotten down on paper.  I'm just
writing these stories so guys will send me positive comments and sexy
pictures)


Being nine and hungry for sex isn't a regular thing: I get that.  But I am
both; I've been interested & thinking about them for some time now.  I
remember the first time I thought about it was at school, in second grade;
I was 7.  It was reading time in class, and I paged my way through my easy
reader, and kept my eyes on the teacher aide.  He stills works for the
school, and I don't want him to get in trouble, so I will just call him
Chris.

Chris helped the teacher throughout the day, but my eyes were on his pants
-- I loved to see that big dick bastard everyday.  I considered these pants
his "Come fuck me" pants because I could see a lot through his khakis.  I
could see his big, meaty butt bouncing around, as well as something big in
front.  I remember getting hypnotized seeing hislarge dick bouncing around
in front of him. Just the thought made me go crazy.

During reading time, I picked a book and parked myself next to the aide on
a couch in our classroom.  He was silently reading, minding his own
business, but looked up & smiled briefly before returning to his book.
Stealing side-glances, Itook him all in: he's a big man.  In fact, he
dwarfs me, sitting this close,and I leaned in smelled his nice, man scent.

Smiling, he looked down at me, and offered to read my book to me.  Bingo. I
take this invitation to mean I can sit in his lap--even though this is not
normal for second graders.  He smilesand opens up his arms, welcoming me.
I, of course, plant my little frame squarely over his lap, as he opens the
bookand begins to read.

I'm did not pay attention, of course.  I read this book to myself last
year, and it's really not that good of a book, but it's a distraction.  I'm
paying more attention to the placement of his huge hands--they're like
gloves--on my thigh ashe cradles me.  I'm sure he has no idea the feelings
he has created in me; otherwise he might not hold me so close.

Looking upward, listening to his booming voice, I focus on his lips, chin,
and mouth.  I focus in on the handful of tiny hairs sprouting from the neck
of his polo. This means his chest is hairy.  If he wouldn't react with a
look of horror, I'd love to run my hands through his chest hair, may be
tweak his nipples.

I maneuver side-to-side on his lap, jockeying for the best position over
his legs.  I want to awake that giant in hispants, and I know that enough
small movements here might just do that.  The aide smiled down on me, and
held me tighter at the legs.  He had no idea whathe was doing to me; I just
want him to get hard.

I've discovered that Chris likes to give hugs, and he's very good at it.
He's not one of those teachers afraid totouch students these days like some
others. On the playground, walking in line to lunch, or even sitting at my
desk,all I have to do is open my arms when he's nearby and I can get a hug.
Chris is a big man, so when he hugs you, youfeel it.  I've received
countless hugs fromhim.

Seated so close, smelling his smell, I thread my arm across his chest, and
pulled hisclose to me.  Chris smiles and keepsreading.  I think he likes
this.  I waited for tell-tell signs he's noticing mybottom in his lap.
Slowly, slowly I'mworking my butt muscles in response to the story he's
reading, all the timejiggling side to side in Chris's lap. Then he gets
hard.

Beginningas a slight bump, nearly nothing, Chris gets an erection
underneath me.  Inside I'm cheering, and I'm wondering what'shappening
inside the adult mind connected to the fattening penis beneathme.  I'm
surprised he hasn't stopped me,or made me get down yet.  I feel it fatten,
and bulge some more.  I keep ablank look on my face, like I'm interested in
the story, but inside I'm smiling, and pleased with my results.

I have never seen an actual adult male penis in person.  I have seen movies
online, and picturesbefore, but I try and picture Chris's penis in my mind
based on the bulge beneath me.  I compare and contrast my own with Chris's.
I think it's big, tomy small one.  Probably like 7 inches orso, and pretty
thick; not like my smaller, pencil like dick.  I'm not sure, but it's thick
like a Pringles can; more than I could hold with one hand, definitely.
Outlining the bulk of it, with some crayonsand some paper I think I could
probably make a pretty good sketch of the thing.

Chris finished the book, and excused himself to the restroom.  I slid over
on the couch and watched hisadult frame lumber toward the closet toilet in
the corner of ourclassroom.  I tried to determine if Chrishad a full-blown
erection, and if so, had I caused it?  Was it my movements and
manipulations thatmade this adult man erect?

I watched the door forever.  Chris wasinside for an eternity before he
emerged, and moved to help students reading onthe other side of the
classroom.  I saw the toilet empty and made my move.  I maneuvered inside
and locked the door. Seeing the toilet seat in the upright position, I
lowered it.  Gleaming darkly on the black toilet seat wasa spray of
wetness.

I moved in for a closer inspection, and took a big whiff.  It wasn't
pee. The gleaming viscous fluid was semen. I have looked pictures and read
descriptions of what it looks, smells & feels like, even what it tastes
like.  I smelled deep again, and I thought of Chris, and wondered what it
would be like to be covered in buckets & buckets of Chris's semen.  I
knowthat is impossible for a number of reasons. This puddle was all there
was.

I stuck out my tongue, and tasted the fluid, then tongued the toilet seat.
I was like a kitten at a saucer of milk.  I know that sounds gross: a
second grader slurping cum dribbles off a toilet seat. But for me, it was
so nice.  I swallowed it down, cleaned myself up, washed my hands and
returned to class.

I settled back into the couch and opened a better book.  I scanned the room
and found Chris helping other students.  His lump had gone down, and I
considered the sperms swimming in my tummy now.  Licking my lips I pondered
Chris's time in the bathroom; what was he thinking about sitting, stroking
his dick.  At some point he blew his wad, most of it down into the bowl.
Luckily for me, Chris was sloppy.  I found a few drops.  I wondered what
Chris would think if he knew what I'd done in the restroom after him.  I
wondered if it would make him hard all overagain.  Sated, and losing
interest, I opened my book, found my place and started to read.