Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 20:31:16 -0700 (PDT) From: SHEP Subject: CUMMING INTO HIS OWN: A BOY'S TAIL...just saying! TO THE NIFTY ADMINISTRATION: THIS STORY HAS TO DO WITH PRE-TEENS AND AUTHORITY FIGURES WHICH WILL INCLUDE SOME FAMILY MEMBERS, SO WHICHEVER CATEGORY THAT YOU THINK IT WILL BE APPROPRIATE FOR, THAT'S OK WITH ME! THANX FOR THE OPPORTUNITY!...SHEP CUMMING INTO HIS OWN: A BOY'S TAIL...just saying! ***SINCE A FEW OF YOU ENJOYED 'SON OF WILSON', THOUGHT I'D TRY THIS LITTLE STORY...WITHOUT THE WILDLIFE, BUT STILL KIND OF WORTH SHARING...BUT THAT WILL BE UP TO YOU TO DETERMINE...ENJOY!...just saying! I really didn't understand what all the fuss was about!!?!? All I was doing was changing out of my gym shorts and sneakers and back into my jockeys. My soccer team for the gym class today had been 'skins' which I like a lot since I sweat like a sponge being squeezed! All of a sudden coach passes by me and my locker and tells me to follow him...'...AS IS...!!!' So I dropped my jeans and took off after him while the other guys 'cat called' and hooted like I was in trouble or something. Jess Carlton even pinched his nose together as I passed by: 'ASSHOLE...'!!!...just saying! Usually, I shower with some of the other guys, but since this is the last class for the school day, we had the option to not shower if we didn't want to! Not that I'm ashamed of the size of my peter...heck, no!!! For an eleven year old, daddy said I was coming along just fine in that department. He always made a point to notice it when we got ready in the mornings; telling me how proud he was of his: '...little man...'!!!! That's what he called me...and I'd laugh and trade places with him in the shower in order to get ready for school! Since the beginning of the school year a few months ago, I always tried to leave a little early to meet up with my buddy Chuck so that we could walk the two blocks to our Junior High School. We both are in the seventh grade this year and having a blast...! We'd been best bros since kindergarten and I'd bet you my favorite video game that right about now, he was responsible for Carlton trying to figure out why he was laying on the tile floor there in the shower room...that kind of 'good buddy'! But for the last three or four weeks, I have purposely been late in getting to his house after he had already left. He just thought I was over sleeping two or three days a week...but that's alright! There's just some things even the best of friends don't share...at least for right now! Here we were now: coach Roberts and me in my white Fruit of the Looms paddling across the locker room floor to his office with the sound of splish-splash from the puddles scattered here and there from the drip drying of a bunch of young 'tween' torsos getting ready to play a little slap ass with the old thread worn shower room towels that wouldn't be heard once coach closed his office door! Lowering his five foot ten over pumped upper body and skinny hipped lower body into his swivel desk chair, he sprawled back with his fleece sweat pants spread like a welcome mat; he fixed his eyes on the young boy standing on the other side of that metal desk wearing the piss stained jockeys that could barely contain his bulging boyhood. The boy was probably all of five foot seven or eight and couldn't weigh much more than one hundred thirty-thirty five pounds and at that point of development where, true enough, there was some cut coming to his torso but his arms and legs were still wiry. The kid was freckled and ginger headed and always had that wide eyed kind of 'wow!! look at that' expression where it seemed that everything that he encountered was in it's own way amazing and wonderful! Yeah! Coach Roberts had noticed that this young man had great potential to be a stand out...and he made a point to share this information so that others would also be able to watch for these extraordinary attributes...and they did!...just saying! 'WHAT'S UP, HUMPHRIES!?!?!'.... 'Humphries' is my last name; most people call me 'Hank'! Dad's 'Henry'! Grandpa's 'Senior'...Dad's a 'Junior'...and I'm the 'III'; please don't tell the other guys!!! I'd have HELL to pay with that fancy-shmancy title shit! 'WHAT'DYAH MEAN COACH!?!!?'...I was really confused!?!?! He's the one that called my ass into the office! I just followed...duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!! 'GOTTA WHIFF OF YOU AS I WALKED PASS YOU A COUPLE OF TIMES OUT THERE ON THE FIELD TODAY! WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT ODOR WAS THAT I SMELLED!?!?!?!' Heck, if I knew...and I told him so! 'WELL, IT WASN'T SWEAT....WELL, NOT ALL OF IT ANYWAY!!!' I had no idea what he smelled...outside of good ol' body odor! Since a few hairs had started to sprout around my Johnson and under my arms, Dad made a point to encourage me to use his Old Spice stick deodorant. All the rest of my buddies were using that Axe crap from on TV, but I liked the way my old man smelled....well, like a man! He laughed one morning when I told him that while scratching under his ball sack and hacking up a luggie to spit into the toilet! So, I did the not quite a teenager dumb stare thing, which was fairly easy since I had no idea at all what he was talking about!!! All of a sudden, the older man sat up right in the desk chair and told me to grab a hold of the edge of the grey metal desk. OK! Why not...so I did! There I stood in my underwear and nothing else leaning in with a grip on coach's desk with my legs spread apart...like in the police shows on TV...('...Book 'em, Dano...'...kind of thing,...)....! Coach walked behind me and snorted loudly as if trying to inhale all the damn air in the small office! I jumped a bit because it was unexpected and sounded fierce in some way...like a dog or animal of some sort or the other! 'WHAT'S THIS WET SPOT ON YOUR DRAWERS, BOY!!?!'... ...and being eleven, my answer was chronologically appropriate: 'WHAT WET SPOT...!?!?!!' 'DON'T BE SMART WITH ME...THIS ONE HERE....'...and with that, I suddenly felt a thick meaty finger dig through the cotton briefs drilling for whatever wet stuff that he'd noticed. All at once, that same finger was under my nose and I guess I was suppose to sniff it; so I did! OOOOOOH!!!! That smell!! I'd never really paid a whole lot of attention to what that stuff smelled like; usually, I was too busy dealing with other things when all of that was happening! But I could have told him how much I liked the taste! I'd really grown to take a hankering for that...most every morning...well, at least two or three mornings a week, anyway! 'I DUNNO..............'...was the best lie I could come up with on the spur of the moment! To be honest, I really wasn't sure what it was called! It wasn't anything that came up in conversation those early mornings...in fact, there wasn't a lot of any conversation to speak of during those fifteen minutes or so...! Nah! Talking had nothing to do with where that wet stuff was cumming from...none at all! Then with no further discussion or anyone asking 'may I' or even a warning with an encouragement to relax a bit like I hear those little get togethers, that thick finger began sliding up my shitter like a fat lady falling on a winter's icy sidewalk. Coach didn't find any resistance at all...and so to the second knuckle he went until his fist was resting between the crack of my ass cheeks. No complaints here...!! Not quite as good as some other things that have traveled that same path, or even as big, but the wiggling and thrusting was not bad at all...just saying! 'DAMN, HUMPHRIES...!!!'...was all coach Roberts uttered as he kept increasing a vigorous pace while exploring my pooper! I moaned...audibly!! The fluids flowed from around that finger and from the head of my prick. The man was hitting that same little bump up there inside my back door that made my stomach feel funny...sort of like fluttering...which caused my peter to leak stuff too...every time!!!! 'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!'...was about all I could manage! 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!!!'...was all that the coach could manage as I noticed more of that smelly liquid that the coach was so concerned about squirted onto my backside and down my thighs and calves! Oh, alright...that smell...yeah, now I know what he was going on about!! As I looked over my right shoulder, I saw the coach rub the head of dick across my lower back as if he was signing his name or painting something! His finger eased out of my boyish hole. Then I heard the elastic waistband of his fleece workout pants as they snapped closed...hiding his still erect cock. Throwing a towel on the desk, he finally spoke: 'CLEAN THAT MESS UP BOY AND PULL UP YOUR PANTIES...!!!!!!!'....and so I did! SHEP ***I APPRECIATE ANY FEEDBACK THAT YOU MIGHT WANT TO SHARE...FIRST TIME WRITER HERE, SO I LEARN FROM YOUR COMMENTS, CRITIQUE, AND CUMMING! IN THE SAME REGARD, THE FOLKS HERE AT NIFTY NEED A DONATION EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE TO KEEP THIS SITE UP AND RUNNING; SO IF YOU'VE GOT A LITTLE EXTRA, THROW IT THEIR WAY IF YOU CAN...just saying!