Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2004 09:50:44 EST
From: PixaJax@aol.com
Subject: Growing up: Part Two

Poor old Postie, he was really worked up now, all red-faced and
breathless, as he watched me taste his precum.
"Nice?"
I nodded.
"Oh fuck!" he moaned. "I'm gonna cum, boy!"
He wrapped his hand over mine and began to jerk furiously, desperate now
for release. I watched in fascination as his scrotal sac tightened to
align his balls for the big moment. His cock was rigid now and seemed to
get even bigger. His fist wrapped over mine was a blur, but suddenly I
felt his cock judder and he let out a groan as the first spurt of his
manseed surged the length of his cock and spewed out in a great curving
arc - all over me. Then a second and a third, over my face, in my hair,
splashing down on to my chest. I could feel my own stiffie pulsating: if
only I could spunk up too!
As his passion subsided, Postie squeezed the last few drops from his
detumescent penis and let out a long sigh of satisfaction. He looked at
my spunk-covered face and hair and grinned ruefully.
"Sorry, didn't mean to give you a spunk shower, er,........." He paused.
"Say, what's your name, kid. It's Jack, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, Jack, you wanna have a taste of my proper cum. Just get some on
your fingers."
Wow! Another first! My first taste of mancum. The earthy aroma of it -
somehow reminding me of mushrooms - did not prepare me for the taste. It
was different from the precum. Nicer. But what really excited me was its
texture: smooth, viscous, reminding me of a melted vanilla icecream. I
sucked at my fingers until not a drop was left. Then I scooped up some
from my chest (How would I explain THESE stains on my shirt when I got
home?) and proceeded to lap up the delicious prize.
My horny postman looked on astonished.
"You sure like mancum, don't you, Jack?"
"Hmm!" I was too busy to say more.
He looked down at my crotch.
"Hell, boy, you're still as stiff as a tentpeg! What say I help you with
that?"
His hand went between my legs to cup my whole bundle. He looked at it
reflectively for a moment.
"You spunk up yet, Jack?"
I shook my head. It seemed shameful that I still couldn't ejaculate. I
felt my face reddening.
"That's all right, Jack," he said softly, "Plenty of time. You will, and
soon. How old are you now?"
"Ten and a half, sir."
"Oh fuck!" he said, drawing his hand away.
"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"
"Not you, son. Me. Listen, Jack, promise you won't tell anyone about
this."
"I promise."
"Specially not your dad, ok?"
"Haven't got a dad."
"Oh, ok. Well, not your mum either, ok?"
"No way! She'd die!"
"Just our little secret, Jack. My my, I DO like your stiffie!"
He drew me on to his lap and put his caressing hand back between my legs.
"Do you want me to give you a nice wank?"
Without waiting for my response, his expert fingers started to work their
magic. To my surprise, he wetted a finger in his mouth and then slid his
hand right under me till I could feel his wet fingertip against my
bumhole.
"Nice?"
"Feels funny."
"Funny, but nice, right?" he said as he started to press the pad of his
finger against my pucker.
Yes, it was nice, it was weird, but there was something very very special
about it. I had heard from older boys about bumfucking, and I guessed
this was it. Yes, very nice. His finger soon breached my defences causing
me to wriggle violently.
"Hurting?"
"No, just tingly."
I loved his finger there. With his other hand, he returned to
masturbating me. The combination of the two sensations - his invading
finger in me and his deft fingers stroking my penis - was enough to send
me over the top. After just a few more strokes I achieved a surge of
thrills radiating from my groin and suffusing my belly and my thighs, the
sort of explosion of pleasure that left me breathless.
As we sat later, getting ourselves back to some kind of normal, Postie
looked at me with a mix of lust and tenderness.
"You are an amazing boy, :Jack! Let's meet again for some more fun, shall
we?"
"I'd like that."
"Me too."
And so a date and a venue were fixed. As he was leaving ("I'll go first,
you wait a few minutes. Don't want anyone to see us, right?"), I said
quietly:
"Will you do that thing with your finger again?"
He turned and grinned at me.
"I will do a lot more than that, Jack, and I promise you will LOVE it!"
That night, I masturbated vigorously under the sheets, my nose buried in
the shirt that still had the heady aroma of his mancum on it. God, I
loved every second of it! I was SO proud that I had made a man cum, that
he wanted ME. I wondered what John the Baker would say if he knew.....

[to be continued. Comments to pixajax@aol.com]