Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2008 08:12:47 -0800 (PST) From: Toby Boy Subject: Eleven-Up (Part Two) (Usual conditions and restrictions about reading this story apply as stated at the beginning of Part One.) Eleven-Up (Part Two) It took me some time to get over the excitement of having a hot adult mouth sucking my cock and balls almost off my young body. Well, a week. There I was, standing once again at the same urinal, nervously waiting to see what might happen to me this time, my small cock in hand, pretending to pee. There was already a guy standing there and I stood next to him, watching from the corner of my eye. Almost immediately, he began slowly stroking his cock. I watched it harden and lengthen until it stood up solidly as his fist moved up and down the thick stalk, over the purple swollen head and back down to where his cock disappeared into his flies. I was openly watching now, my boy-cock hard. I looked up to see him staring at my stiff dick as he increased his speed. Then he groaned and I watched in amazement as his cock spurted thick whit globs onto the urinal wall in three thick blasts. He shook the last thick drops off the end of his cock and quickly stuffed it back inside and hurried off without a word. Spooked and disappointed, I left as well. That night in bed, remembering the hot wet mouth on my cock, the guy wanking his cock while watching mine - I was frustrated. So I tried to bend myself in two to try and suck my own stiffy. I couldn't, but I was tantalizingly close. By the end of the month I could lick the tip, after another two weeks, I had the head, and not long after that, I could could suck the length of my own cock. I wasn't yet twelve, but I was producing and drinking my own sperm. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Over the next month, visits to the toilets were blanks. Nobody. Until 'Uncle' George came in to find me there with my hard dick in my hand. He was really only a distant friend of the family and I must have blushed a deep red when he said hello. I just said 'hi' and rushed out. For some reason, he started popping round to my home more often after that ... Then he offered to take me to the pictures one weekend and my parents said fine, if I wanted to. I hesitated, but of course I said yes, although not really sure. George had never mentioned the toilet at all. It was as if nothing had happened. The film was some action flick that was too adult for me but he got me in anyway. He kept pointing things out to me in a whisper, but as he did so, he would pat my knee below my shorts. Gradually, his pats lingered longer and longer and, as I didn't object, his hand began massaging my knee. My heart was hammering with excitement and my dick was painfully hard. He was sitting on my right, his left hand rubbing my knee. There was no one else at the back of the cinema and I could just make out his large hand stroking my thin leg in the darkness. Then he put his arm around my shoulders and his right hand took over. This time his fingers slowly moved up into my shorts. I didn't move, almost holding my breath and staring at the screen. Taking this as my acceptance, his fingers moved further up and touched the cotton of my underpants where my balls sat. I nearly jumped out of my seat. His fingers started rubbing my nuts, pushing them around. Then they slid up further and touched the side of my stiffy. My throat was dry with excitement. He stroked the shaft with just the tip of his fingers then withdrew. Only to place his hand fully on the outside of my shorts and the stiff hidden boy-cock there and squeeze. I think I must have moaned. Because he very quickly unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped me and slid his hand inside, fondling my cock and balls through my underpants. Then he lifted the elastic of my underpants up and down over my pointing cock, placing the elastic tight under my small balls. Then he took my cock between finger and thumb and began rubbing it up and down and every so often, his thumb would stop and rotate over the underside of my now leaking and wet cock-head. I was in heaven with excitement and fear of discovery. When he then lent over and put his head into my lap, I nearly died. That deliciously hot wet feeling engulfed my boy-cock again as his tongue rasped and suckled my young dick remorselessly. I shuddered and felt that feeling of pain and pleasure sweep over me. I couldn't take the sensation any more and began wriggling. He kept sucking for long seconds more and then released me. 'Very nice,' he whispered into my ear. I couldn't answer. He just took my hand and placed it on the man-sized erection inside his pants. It felt really hot and huge. I squeezed as best I could through the material of his pants, feeling its hard length. He pushed my hand away and quickly unzipped himself, pulling his cock out through his zipper. It stood there like a thick snake, a cobra with a fat mushroom head. He put my hands on it and I grasped the hot, soft yet hard flesh. My fingers couldn't reach around the thick shaft and my whole hand was only half the length of the shaft - excluding the fat and swollen head. I instinctively started rubbing this massive stalk of hot flesh up and down. After a few minutes, his left hand pulled my head down towards his lap. I resisted, unsure, but he forced my head closer. I now had a close up view of the tightly swollen head of his cock. Anther push and my face touched the rubbery skin. It felt very hot against my lips and cheek. His right hand had taken hold of his cock at the base and he was directed his cock at my lips while pressing down on my head. I knew what he wanted but still I resisted. His cock was thrusting at my lips and face, and just as I took a breath, it slipped between my boy-lips forcing them apart. Another thrust and push and the thick cock-head filled my mouth. I could feel it compress as it passed my small, tight boy lips and then expand inside my mouth. My mouth closed around the thick crown and I felt the hot stalk of flesh delve deeper past my lips as the head found the roof of my mouth and back of my throat. I gagged and drew back and off his cock, taking just a breath before he pushed me down again. My lips opened and I started sucking my first cock. It tasted and felt fantastic. The skin hot, yet soft and hard and big urgent. I heard a moan above me and felt the cock in my mouth grow larger, harder. Then it erupted, hot sticky spunk flooding my mouth. I swallowed the gushing cum and withdrew as the spewing cock spurted ever more cum, this time covering my face in hot man-seed, and again, and yet again as my hand still around the stalk felt the pulse of each blast of cum moving up its length and spurting onto my face. George had his handkerchief out and quickly cleaned me up as I sat dazed after my first ever cock sucking session. 'Very nice, thank you,' he whispered to me as he slipped his limp cock back inside his pants. After the cinema show, he took me home and said if I wanted to visit him at his home after school I could. I was still too shy and unsure to do so, but a month later, George asked my parents if they could send me over after school to help him out a couple of evenings a week. I think I must have blushed when I said, 'Yes, why not?' Part Three will follow.