Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 00:23:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: bum tingler <bumtingler@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mobile Home Story

This story is my first attempt at writing of this kind, so please be nice
and let me know what you think. It is based on fact and describes something
which occurred a long time ago when I was first finding out about things,
and with hindsight is about something that I wanted to happen. I would
appreciate any feedback, which should be sent to: bumtingler@yahoo.com,
I'll try and answer any emails but may be out of the country at times so do
be patient.


Mobile Home Story


It occurs to me that firstly you need a bit of 'background' about me when I
was young, so here goes.

I have been told that, at 12yrs old (when the 'mobile home' incident took
place) I was every boy-lovers waking wet dream. I was about 4'3" tall, of
average build, with dark short cut hair, a cute round face and a cute,
round bum to match which jutted out behind me slightly. This was emphasised
by the way that when I stood, naked or just in swimming trunks my slender
lower belly pouted slightly forward before curving down to where my small
cock and balls hung below it. I used to sing in a church choir at one of
the churches in my home town, so if you've seen the 'little angels' they
put on cd sleeves and Christmas cards..... I was one of those.

I used to ride my bicycle a lot too..... to and from school every day and
down into town (about two miles each way) when I went to choir practice,
twice a week. This kept me fairly slim and fit and helped keep my bum firm
and trim.

I had been 'introduced' to boy/boy sex about a year before when, just after
my eleventh birthday I had been befriended by one of the older boys in the
choir. He was a couple of years older than me (13 and a half) and took me
up into the church tower, ostensibly, to 'show me the view' of the town. He
was standing right up close behind me pointing out various things as we
looked out over the rooftops when I noticed his hand reach around and start
to rub against the front of my trousers. I was too startled to protest as
my little cock rapidly stiffened to his touch.

Taking my lack of protest as a sign of compliance he became bolder and
started to squeeze my bottom throught the seat of my trousers with his
other hand then slid it down the back of them and inside my pants. He began
to knead my bum cheeks with his hand then before I knew what was happening
he had my trousers and pants around my knees and was knelt down in front of
me, with his hands on my small, chubby bum, sucking my little cock in his
mouth. I was still too young to cum, but remember the feeling of extasy as
I had a dry orgasm in his wet. slurping mouth. His promise of 'more to
come' was short lived however as the following week he was caught doing a
similar thing somewhere less discreet (the church toilets) with one of the
other younger boys, and his parents were asked to take him out of the
choir.

I was panic-stricken for a week or two after, in case they tried to find
out if he had done anything like that before, but in true church style (for
those days) the whole thing was soon smoothed over and forgotten about.

But the incident had left me 'wanting more' and I used to lie in bed at
nights thinking about what had happened and playing with myself. Over the
next few months my little cock began to grow and thicken, and thin wispy
hairs started to grow around the base of it. Then one night, just before my
twelfth birthday I recall, as I was playing with myself in bed when instead
of having a dry orgasm, all this watery, white sticky fluid spurted out
over my belly and pyjamas........

It was shortly after this that I found the local toilets in the town had
stories written on the walls, and used to spend a happy half hour each week
after choir practice reading them and wanking myself. Not long after I
started to visit the toilets I noticed a note written on the wall asking if
anyone had 'had' the young dark haired boy who came in for a wank every
Tuesday and Friday..... It described me to a tee, and I suddenly realised I
had been noticed and saw the holes in the wall where the mortar had been
removed so that people could see into the next cubicle.

In a moment of, either total bravado or sheer foolishness I wrote a message
asking the writer to 'make a date' and when I went back the following week
sure enough, there was a date and time to meet someone called 'Dave'. It
was for the following Saturday evening when, as luck would have it, my
parents were going out so I decided to turn up and see what happened.

At the given time I was sat in the cubicle reading the stories and playing
with myself as normal when someone went into the one next to mine and
started to look through the hole in the mortar. As I looked back whoever it
was stood up and I could see he was wanking the biggest cock I'd seen, (I'd
only actually seen those of some of the other boys in the choir up to that
point, but that's another story). As I looked through a note was pushed
through the hole saying his name was Dave and asking me to stand
up.... which I duly did to show whoever it was my little cock. Another note
came through saying to turn around and as I did so and he saw my tight bum
through the hole in the wall I heard a low moan of, what I could only
describe as desire.

The next note was an instruction more than a request..... It told me to
unbolt the door and let him in. With a shaking hand I slid back the bolt as
he left his cubicle and came and stood outside of mine. He pushed the door
open quickly and came in beside me, shutting the door again behind him. He
was a guy of around 35 years old, well built and fairly good looking and in
seconds his hands were all over me. I just stood there, with my jeans and
pants around my ankles and my tee-shirt pulled up around my chest as he
felt every little nook and cranny of my young body.

But as he fondled me all over we heard someone coming down the steps into
the toilets. Motioning me to keep quite we waited until whoever it was had
done what they needed to and left, then he said that it was 'too risky' in
the toilets and suggested we went for a ride in his car.

By now I was up for anything, or so I thought and he told me to wait a
minute then follow him out and meet him around the corner where his car was
parked. After a minute I went up the steps into the deserted street and
around the corner, but couldn't see anyone. I thought he'd gone, but as I
looked the door of a nearby car swung open and I saw him beckoning me to
get in. I jumped in and sat beside him and as he drove away he reached over
and tugged down my zip, then slipped his hand into my jeans and began to
fondle my cock through my pants.

I was hard again in seconds and loved the feeling as he stroked my young
cock through my pants as he drove, but he soon had my cock out through the
front of my pants and began to slowly slide my foreskin back and forth over
the sensitive tip. Occasionally he would slide my foreskin back to expose
the tip of my cock and rub his thumb over the tip of it, which by now was
glistening wet. Each time he did this my thighs and bum seemed to tighten,
making me jump in the seat as my cock gave a jerk and I began to wish he
would hurry up and find somewhere to stop so he could suck it for me.

He drove around for what seemed like ages trying to find somewhere
quiet. But for one reason or another we couldn't find anywhere that either
of us were comfortable with to have what he kept describing as 'a bit of
fun'. Car parks were either too busy, or other cars were in the laybys that
he knew....... He suggested a walk in the nearby woods, but this was my
first time and I was scared of being caught somewhere out in the open, so I
said no. I remember he kept on and on about 'wanting to see me naked', and
I could see from the bulge in the front of his trousers that he wasn't
kidding! However, the nervousness was beginning to get to me and in
desperation...... although with hindsight I suspect it was what he had
planned all along, he suggested we 'go back to his place'.


I said ok, and a few minutes later we were bumping up the track to a mobile
home park just outside a nearby village. It was just beginning to get dark
as he pulled up outside one of the homes on the edge of the park. I could
see a light on inside, and as we approached the door a shadow moved across
the window, then the curtain moved as a face looked out of it and my heart
seemed to miss a beat. There was someone else already there!!

I glanced at Dave, who just shrugged and said it 'was ok' as he 'often
bought people back'...... and before I could say anything he opened the
door and pushed me into the dimly lit mobile home. It was really just a big
caravan with one room. There was a sort of kitchenette at the end near the
door, with a dining table and chairs against one wall in the centre, and a
double bed across the end wall, and sat in the centre of the room in a
padded swivel armchair, as if waiting for us was an older guy of about 50,
who Dave introduced as his friend Pete.

I was a bundle of nerves, wondering what was going on as Dave led me over
to the bed at the end of the mobile home. I started trying to make excuses,
say I had changed my mind, adding that I needed to get home soon. But Dave
just smiled at me and said, 'well, we'd better get a move on then hadn't
we?' and stood beside me by the bed and began to untuck my tee-shirt. He
pulled it out of my waist all the way round and up and off over my
head. Then he reached for the buckle on my belt and unfastened it, then
unzipped my jeans and pulled them right down to my ankles, leaving me in
just my tight, white jockey Y-fronts.

I sensed a movement behind me and glanced over my shoulder to see that Pete
had spun his chair around and was sitting there watching. His trousers were
unfastened and he had got his cock out and was playing with himself as he
watched.

Dave reached for the waistband of my pants and tugged them down to join my
jeans, leaving me naked for them both to see. I was shaking like a leaf and
almost in tears, so Dave reached into the bedside draw and took out a small
brown bottle. He took off the top and holding it under my nose he told me
to sniff, saying it would make me feel 'more relaxed'. I sniffed quickly
and my head suddenly seemed to spin as the vapour from the bottle seemed to
get right inside my head.

He was right, it did make me feel better..... and I took several sniffs at
it before he moved the bottle away. It also made me start to feel very
horny, and my little cock, which had gone soft as I was so nervous suddenly
began to stiffen again and was soon sticking out proudly in front of me as
Dave gently stroked it.

He pushed me backwards onto the bed and told me to lay down, which I
did. He came and sat beside me and put his arm under my head to hold me and
put the little bottle under my nose again and held it there so that I had
to breathe in the fumes from it again. This time he held it there for what
seemed like quite a long time and soon my head was spinning and I felt
'ready for anything' as I glanced down my naked body to see my little cock
was standing up so hard that if you'd tried to bend it it would have
snapped!

Dave stood up and started to undress as I lay there dreamily watching him,
almost stupefied by the fumes. His body was covered in hairs and when he
took off his pants I saw his cock properly for the first time. It looked
huge compared to mine and had a big, bulbous knob on the end of it where
mine was covered in skin. It looked all purple and shiny and there was a
small slit in the tip which had clear liquid seeping out of it, which Dave
wiped over the head of his cock, making it glisten even more. He got on the
bed then sort of climbed over me and lay down alongside me. This was
obviously so that Pete could see what he was doing with me and I lay there
nervously as he smoothed one of his big hands over my naked body while
slowly wanking his rock hard cock with the other. His hand moved slowly
down to my crotch and he started to wank my small, stiff cock. It felt
really good and I glanced across at Pete to see him watching everything
that his mate was doing to me. I could clearly see he was wanking his
cock. He was not as big as Dave, but still had quite a big one and it was
already rock hard. Somehow he had managed to get his trousers and pants
down to his ankles and he sat there with his knees apart so I could see his
big cock and balls as well. Dave was gradually easing his hand down between
my legs and I parted them slightly so that he could reach down further and
I felt his finger stoke against my tight little bum hole. It tickled
slightly and I gave a little giggle and looked up at him. His smiling face
looked back at me as he withdrew his hand and reached into the bedside draw
and took out a tin of vaseline. The top was already off and he scooped some
on his fingers then moved his hand back between my legs and wiped them over
the tight entrance to my bottom.

When it was all slippery and greasy he he began to press his finger against
it and I gave a little gasp of surprise as his finger slipped into my tight
little ring. He got it in as far as the first knuckle on his finger as I
lay there, then slowly began to move it in and out. It felt really good and
I lay there enjoying what he was doing. He pressed his finger in and out
for a short while before moving his greasy hand to his cock and wiping the
vasaline that was still on his hand all over it. I wondered why he was
doing it, and didn't protest as he rolled me over onto my stomach and
spread my legs apart.

Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next! Before I realised
what was happening he had rolled on top of me and was pressing the tip of
his huge cock against my tight little arsehole. I tried to push him off,
but he was too heavy for me and I gave a sudden shout of pain as I felt the
head of his cock begin to push into me. By now I was making a fair amount
of noise, but he ignored my cries and pushed my face into the bedclothes to
muffle my shouting. He paused for a moment to kick my thighs even further
apart with his knees, then continued to push his cock inside my tight
little arse. It hurt like buggery (which I assume is where that saying
originates) but undeterred he carried on and I felt the huge bulbous head
of his cock slip right into me. When he was fully in me he lay there for a
moment or two then began to slide his cock in and out, fucking my tight
little arse. The pain eased slighly, but never really went away as he
continued to fuck me. A new feeling was starting to make itself known as
well. As he fucked me his cock seemed to rub against something inside me
which was making my own cock feel good too. It was still fully erect and
was being rubbed between my abdomen and the rough, candlewick
bedspread. The sensations this was creating caused me to press myself back
against Dave's invading cock. He took this as a sign to fuck me harder and
soon my oversensitive cock seemed to explode, and I felt a warm wetness
spreading between my belly and the bedclothes as I came.

By now Dave was pounding into me and I could feel his huge hairy balls
slapping against the back of my own as his fucking continued. Then he gave
a sudden grunt and lay still and I felt his cock give several sudden jerks
as his warm cum spurted into my tight bottom. When his cock had finished
twitching he slowly eased it out and I felt his warm cum trickle down the
inside of my thighs to join my own on the bedspread. We lay still for a
minute or two with him holding me and saying how sorry he was but that he
'just had to do it' then he helped me off the bed and led me across to
Pete, who had also cum and was sitting there with streaks of white cum all
over his sticky hands. He still seemed reluctant to touch my naked body,
but just gazed longingly at me as Dave turned me slowly around in front of
him, as if displaying me to him.

It was then that I saw the two crutches laid beside the chair and realised
he had some sort of problem with his legs. Whilst the top half of his body
was fairly well proportioned his legs looked very thin and sort of wasted
away. I suddenly felt very sorry for the guy, being in that sort of state
and having to rely on someone else for almost everything. He glanced up at
Dave with a longing look on his face as Dave gave a little smile and
said. 'do you like him?' Pete gave a low moan and nodded, then Dave said,
'well you can touch him if you want to' and Pete reached out a sticky,
shaking hand and began to feel my cock and balls as I stood beside him. His
hand then slipped between my sticky thighs and cupped my tight bum. It
slowly worked it's way between my bum cheeks and I felt his finger begin to
probe inside my sore, wet arsehole. As he did so he look up at Dave with a
questioning look on his face as if asking permission for something. Dave
loked back at him and smiled as if agreeing, then came and stood close to
me and said, 'Pete wants to fuck you too, or rather you're going to fuck
yourself with his cock. He can't move around too much so you'll have to do
most of the work'.

I wondered how this was going to work. I saw that somehow Dave already had
the tin of vaseline beside him. I watched as he crouched down and took
Pete's feet out of his trousers and pants then scooped a large globule of
vaseline out of the tin with his finger and moved me in between Pete's
parted knees. He turned me around so that my bum was towards Pete. I felt
Pete's soft, warm hands pull the cheeks of my bum apart as Dave reached
around and greased my arsehole for the second time. When Dave had finished
greasing me Pete leaned forward in the chair and I felt him plant a gentle
kiss on each of my small, round bum cheeks. Then he sat back in the chair
and held the base of his cock as Dave told me to sit on Pete's lap.

I put my hands on the arms of the chair and gingerly lowered myself onto
Pete's lap. As I did so I felt the tip of his hard cock slide over the
cheeks of my bum and nestle in the crack between them. As I moved down he
slowly pushed his cock forward so that it slid down the crack of my bum
until it was against my arsehole. When it was in the right position he held
it there as Dave told me to sit straight down. I did as he said and felt
Pete's hard cock gradually slide into my already well fucked arsehole. It
was still quite sore after the fucking Dave had given me and I hesitated
slightly, giving a little wince of pain. Then I felt Pete's big hands come
onto my hips and slowly but surely pull me onto his hardness. Soon I was
sitting right down on his lap with all seven inches of his cock inside
me. He was nowhere near as big and thick as Dave and I quickly got used to
having it inside me. After a moment or two Dave told me to use my arms and
legs to move up and down as if I was riding a horse. I did what he said and
felt Pete's cock start to side up and down inside my arse. His hands on my
hips stopped me going too high, giving a push downwards to make me change
direction before his cock slipped out of my arse. The little brown bottle
reappeared in Dave's hand and he held it under my nose as I began to ride
Pete's cock in earnest.

As Dave stood beside us I saw that his hard cock was sticking out straight
in front of him about six inches from my face. I remembered what the boy
had done to me in the church tower, and how good it felt and it somehow
seemed the natural thing to do. So I leant forward and took it into my
mouth and started to suck it. Dave gave a slight gasp of surprise, then
moved slightly so that he was directly in front of me and putting his hands
on the back of my head he began to thrust his hips back and forwards while
bobbing my head up and down on his cock. It must have been a really erotic
sight to watch, a young lad of twelve fucking himself on one guy's prick
while another was fucking his face. Dave was obviously thinking the same
thing as I heard him murmur to Pete saying, 'God, I wish I'd set the camera
up first!'

There was a sudden grunting noise from behind me and Pete's hands pulled me
hard down into his lap and held me there. His cock gave several jerks
inside me and I felt his warm cum spurt out into my arse, then Dave made a
similar sound and started to shoot his load into my wet mouth. As he was
cumming he pulled his cock from my mouth and spurted the rest of it over my
young face, then quickly stood me up and turned me around so that my small,
stiff cock was pointing at Pete. He leant forward in the chair and took my
stiff cock in his mouth and devoured it. His warm, wet lips drew it right
into his mouth where his swirling tongue worked on it as Dave stood behind
me working his finger into my wet, sticky bottom. I soon came for a second
time, shooting my load into Pete's mouth as his cum trickled out of my arse
and down the inside of my thighs.


By now it was quite late and I began to panic. My parents might be home
soon and wonder where I was. Dave saw I was concerned and helped me clean
up and dress before taking me back to where I had left my bike. I couldn't
cycle home as my little bum hurt too much so Dave put my bike into the back
of his car and dropped me a few streets from my house. I let one of my
tyres down to make out I had got a puncture and pushed my bike home as
quickly as I could. Fortunately they had been delayed and I managed to get
to the bathroom to clean myself up fully. I found that more of Dave and
Pete's cum had leaked out into my pants and I had to throw them away as I'd
never have been able to explain what the stains were to my ever vigilant
mum.

Do let me know what you think. BT