Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2008 10:06:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack deGropier Subject: Jimmy and Me 1 "You got a funny dick, mister." I looked down at the tousle-haired kid standing next to me in the urinal. "You shouldn't be looking, kid," I said dismissively. "Couldn't help it, mister. I mean, you standing so far back and all, couldn't help seeing your dick." I smiled to myself. It had worked again! An old trick, but always worth a try. And my little buddy had taken the bait. "OK, I guess you're right." I turned to him slightly to give him an even better view of my cock. "Anyway, what's so funny about my cock?" The kid shrugged. "Dunno, it just looks, like, different." "Different from yours? Apart from size, I mean?" The kid turned to me holding his dick by the base, thumb and forefinger. What a suckable boy-cock! I felt my cock twitch, and for sure he noticed the movement. "Oh, ok, I see what you mean. you're cut and I'm uncut." To indicate what I meant, I pulled my foreskin back over the glans of my cock, loving how that made the head "dip" like it was taking a bow. "See? That's my foreskin. Yours was cut when you were a baby." He looked again at his own cock, then at mine, making the comparison. Meanwhile, my cock was starting to get erect. I couldn't help it. My mind was racing with the possibilities of this encounter with a curious kid. I love the curiosity of boys. It can get them into all kinds of situations.... "Wow. you getting a stiffy, mister?" "Looks like it. Listen, kid, somebody might walk in on us. Follow me. I know a spot where we won't be disturbed." "I dunno. My mom said...." "And your mom is right," I interrupted, "but a woman doesn't understand about boys the way a man does." "OK. but no funny stuff." "No funny stuff," I promised solemnly. I zipped up then and left the toilet, walking purposefully, not looking back, just hoping Tousle-hair would be following me. I crossed the park and went into the hut which was my "office", leaving the door ajar. I waited and waited, but no sign of my boy. Damn, so frustrating, a mix of excitement at what might happen and anguish that another opportunity might have slipped thru my fingers. "You in there, mister?" Joy!! "Come in." "Nah, I better not. Mom said..." His damn mother again. Shit. "Hey, don't worry about it. We'll just sit and chat." Pause. "I got some ice-cold coke and some cookies." Hesitation, a shuffling of feet. And the door pushed open. And there in the doorway was Tousle-hair, tempted but not convinced. "No messing around, ok?" I reassured him that there would be no "messing around" and he came in and sat in the chair opposite me. Once the drinks and cookies were on the table, he tucked in and started to chatter away, you know how boys do. I learned his name - Jimmy - and all the details of his family - single mom, a big sister, etc etc. Then he stopped suddenly and looked intently at me. "You one of those pervs who likes doing stuff with little boys?" What the hell was I supposed to say? I hesitated. "I only ask cos you seemed to get a bit hard when we were in the toilet. I thought maybe you liked looking at my dick." "Jimmy, I......." For once I was at a loss for words. It is rare that the boy takes the initiative in these matters, but this Jimmy was bold as brass. "You have a really nice dick, Jimmy, and sure I liked it when you showed it to me." He grunted and picked up another cookie. "Man, I like these cookies! I'd like another coke too if you got one." This kid was in charge, cool as a fucking cucumber! Half way thru his next cookie, he looked up at me and grinned. "I didn't mind showing you mine, cos you showed me yours, mister." My move. "And di you like looking at mine?" "Like I said, it looked kinda funny with that, what'dya call it?, foreskin?" "Foreskin, that's right." He pondered for a moment. "What's it like having a foreskin?" I love cut cocks, they have a beauty and stark elegance that is lacking in what I always think of as mushroom-shaped cocks. But I have to say that I love having that velvet collar sliding back and forth over my cockhead. And I also have a great liking for sucking an uncut cock. Something about the way you can work your tongue under the foreskin really excites me. "It's ok. It feels nice when you slide it up and down over your knob," I said as matter-of-factly as if we were discussing the weather. "You mean, when you jerk off?" "Yes, Jimmy, when I jerk off." "You do that a lot?" "Yeah, a lot. What about you?" He turned away from me. "Sure I done that stuff, but my mom caught me and made me promise not to do it again." "You mean she won't let you masturbate? That's not good, Jimmy. It's very bad for a boy not to jerk off whenever he wants to." When he turned back to me, it struck me that his eyes were damp. I hurriedly went on. "Men understand these things. Women don't. Your mom means well, but she doesn't understand a boy's needs." "Thanks, mister. But I promised...." This was getting heavy. I made a decision which changed everything. I unzipped, flicked out my cock and started stroking slowly, lettting Jimmy see how lovingly I fondled it. "We love our cocks, Jimmy," I said softly, "and it is very good to stroke them like this." He watched fascinated as my cock quickly came to a hard erection and filled my fist gloriously. I kept up a slow steady rhythm, all the time watching the boy's face to gauge his reactions. "Wow," he said in a voice little above a whisper, "that is awsome." "Join me, let's do it together." "Nah, I told you no funny stuff." "OK, Jimmy. But you don't mind if I continue. Once I start masturbating, I can't stop." "Cool." "I bet you're getting a stiffy too, Jimmy, am I right?" The way his cheeks reddened told me the answer. I was getting so fucking horny now, I wondered if I would have the self-control not to make a serious move on him. I imagined his penis, I remembered how it had looked in the urinal, I remembered how it stirred my root, I wanted, I so badly wanted to.......... "A bit. You wanna see it again?" Oh blessed angels in heaven - or should that be wicked devils in hell? - the game was going my way at last! "I'd love to, Jimmy, but only if you are ok with it." [To be continued. Comments to jackdegropier@yahoo.com, or visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Love101forMen/