Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 03:54:31 -0800 From: Zack McNaught Subject: Mousey Brown Disclaimer: the following is obviously a work of fiction. It din't happen to me. It might somewhere in the world, but that's not my business. The story below depicts sexual contact between a man and a newly-pubescent thirteen year old boy, and so if you find this material offensive, please do not continue. If you like this story and want to let me know, you can either e-mail me (zackmcnaught@hotmail.com) or post an anonymous comment on my blog, zackmcnaught.blogspot.com. More of my stories can be found in my archive at ASSTR (www/asstr.org/~zack). Intergenerational themed stories are in the 'McNaughty Side of Zack' section at the bottom of the page. Cheers, Zack I don't know how he knew what I was after, but he knew. I didn't at his age, which I guessed to be about 13, maybe 14. He'd grown recently, that much was certain, slightly gangly, trousers slightly too short, showing off white sports socks encased by scruffy trainers. I was at the mall, cruising kids. By that I don't mean the usual idea of going off somewhere with someone you cruise and getting it on. No, I was just after a glimpse, maybe a little look from the kid, a bit of showing off. It's amazing how many kids will have a look around and flash you their little dicks when you're at the urinals. They seem to take a wonderful, perverse pleasure in showing off, and they love having a look at what you have. Several times I've stood there flashing a kid back and forth for half a minute while he grins away, eyes focussed on my dick, which I make sure I'm always wanking. Anyway, back to the story I wished to relate. This kid came in, a little older than the ones who usually play, and stood near me, on the same row of urinals. He started off quite shyly, head down, covering himself, but I noticed after a few seconds that he started to glance sideways. I made sure I had plenty on show, and I saw his gaze lock on to my dick. When he looked up into my face, I gave him the friendliest smile I could, and he returned it, before glancing back down to his own dick. I followed his gaze, and after a few seconds he turned a little toward me, showing me the tip of his dick, covered with a nice pucker of his foreskin, poking out of the fly of his jeans. As I say, I usually end it there with the kids. I know they're only interested in a little game, and they normally zip up and leave fairly sharply. This time, I was in danger of getting very hard very soon, and wanted the privacy of having a good wank, so I left the urinals and disappeared around the corner to where the stalls were, with one last smile at the kid, whose eyes followed me. I don't know what made me pause, but I did, and as I looked back to where the urinals were the boy appeared around the corner. He gave me a little smile, and started walking straight towards me. I stood there dumbfounded as he walked past me into the stall, but had the presence of mind to quickly follow him and shut the door behind us both. Almost immediately he was feeling the crotch of my jeans, so I quickjly unzipped them and dropped them and my pants to the floor, letting my now-hard dick spring free. He dropped his too, revealing a dick still soft and shrivelled, and balls drawn up tightly beneath. He was nervous, that much was obvious, but he grabbed my dick and started wanking me, pushing my hand away with a little scowl as I reached for him. Ok, I thought, that's fine, I'm still getting wanked by a young teen, and there was plenty to look at. His t-shirt didn't cover up his crotch, and I watched as his little rubbery penis bounced up and down on his wrinkled little sack. There was a very light dusting of pubic hair above his dick, running down the sides a little, and it was mousey brown like the hair on his head. None of it had grown long enough to curl yet, so I knew it must have been a fairly recent addition. As I watched his dick, it showed no sign of growing, staying a couple of inches long, with that overhanging foreskin, and a lovely wrinkled appearance. I nearly came, and didn't want it to end there, so I took another chance and reached out for his dick. This time he didn't seem to mind, and my fingers closed around the softest, whitest little dick they had touched since I was a kid myself. I rolled him around in my hand for a bit, but when I went to touch his balls he gave me one of those scowls, and a little growl to tell me to stay away. So, I concentrated on his dick. Ever so slowly it began to lengthen and fatten, and after a couple of minutes of fondling, it was standing a proud four inches out of his body, pointing for the sky like only a young boy's erection can. He let his hand drop away from me as I wanked him slowly, pulling the foreskin back and forth a little. Its opening was tight, but there was enough movement there to give him a good wank, and I went at it for a couple of minutes, watching his face redden and hearing him catch his breath a couple of times. I was getting worked up by how hot he was getting, and decided to take one more chance. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Can I suck you off?" I thought for a moment he was going to freak, but he just hung his head, a shamed expression it seemed, and nodded a couple of times. I wasn't going to kneel on the cubicle floor to suck him, so we had to reposition outselves with me on the seat and him standing in front of me. It wasn't a straightforward process, and by the time we were done he was soft again, though not as shrivelled as he was before. Clearly the nerves were still there. I didn't mind at all, though, because it gave me the chance to have his soft dick in my mouth, something I relished. I rolled it around, letting my tongue play against the puckered opening of his foreskin, before letting the organ slip from between my lips. It was half hard, and damp from my saliva. I marvelled at the strong contrast between the white skin of his shaft and the pinkness of his foreskin, which I now managed to skin back past his head with little effort. His dick hardened the rest of the way in my hand, trapping the roll of skin on his shaft, the head shining as it engorged with blood to its fullest extent. It was such a lovely, soft pink colur, unlike the purple heads of older boys and men. I couldn't hold off any longer, and leaned forward to suck his dick into my mouth, applying the maximum lungpower I had available on the way down, feeling the head bulge slightly as I drew even more blood into it. I could hear a gasp from the boy, and he pushed me off him, grabbing his shaft and squeezing hard. When it was deflated enough, he pushed the skin back over his head, and I suddenly realised that it must have hurt as his dick expanded with the tight ring of skin behind it. He let me carry on, though, pulling his hands away and thrusting his hips forward, presenting his still fairly hard dick to me. I got the idea, and used my hand to get him all the way hard again, but this time without pulling back on his skin. I sucked hard again as I took him back into my mouth, and again his dick hardened to the strength of steel, but this time obviously without pain as I was allowed to continue. I kept the suction up and bobbed my head, eliciting more and more frantic gasps of air from the boy until his knees started shaking and I could feel the tell-tale pulse of a strong orgasm ripping through his dick, making it jump in my mouth. I thought it might be dry, but the last two of the bigger pulses sent little volleys of fresh semen into my mouth, which I savoured the flavour of, salty but definitely sweet, with none of the bitterness associated with adult come. The boy was guilty now, the post-orgasmic realisation of what he'd done hitting home pretty quickly. He grabbed his pants, almost frantically doing them up, before pulling open the door and escaping, not even bothering to check if the coast was clear. I quickly shut the door behind him and looked down at my crotch, covered in the semen of not one but two spontaneous orgasms. zackmcnaught@hotmail.com zackmcnaught.blogspot.com www.asstr.org/~zack/