Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2013 12:41:57 +0100 (BST)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: My Little Round Bottom   Part 2

It was back to school after the long summer holidays, and another
birthday. I was still shaving around my cocklet, trying to look and feel
like a young boy, and standing in front of the mirror, looking over my
shoulder, my little bottom was still nice and round, and firm. All summer,
I had been thinking about that old mans' cock easing up into my
bottom. Apart from the slight pain, it was so lovely, feeling it going in
and out, and when he shot his load, I felt it spurting into me, OOhh
heaven. I wanted more this term.

That first day, I had no PE, so I could wear what underwear I liked, so I
chose a pair of my mums panties, pink transparent ones, pulled high up so
that they disappeared between the cheeks of my bottom. I felt so feminine,
standing at the bus stop with my little brief case. When the bus arrived,
there were no seats left, so I put my briefcase on its end, and sat on it,
leaning against one of the upright poles. At each stop, more and more
people got on and soon I was surrounded by men, women and children standing
up. The only standing room left was right in front of me, and this was
taken by a man with a light rain coat on. I looked up at him, and got a
smile, and that special look. He undid his coat and stepped up close to
me., then closer and closer, until his trousers were touching my face. The
coat was hanging down at each side of me, so I was happy no-one could see
me. He stood still for a while, then began rubbing the front of his
trousers across my face. Soon, I could make out his cock, laying down his
groin. I rubbed my nose against it to show him that I was happy. After a
few seconds I could feel him beginning to stiffen. I wanted to see it, so I
lifted my hands into the area hidden by his coat, and began to fumble with
his zipper. It soon undid, and I could see he had navy blue pants on, which
turned out to be y-fronts when I pulled the open fly apart.

I nervously slipped my hand into the gap and cupped it over the "Y" of his
pants. OOhhh I could feel his cock. It felt semi-hard and laying over to
one side. I gently wrapped my fingers over it and squeezed. It felt lovely,
but suddenly his hands appeared, pushed mine away and zipped himself up. It
must have been his stop, because he was gone in seconds. I felt let down,
and just sat there, looking around. A schoolgirl was quite near, and after
my friend left, she moved over and stood with her back to me. I looked
around, and no-one was looking, so I lifted the hem of her navy blue
pleated skirt. OOhh, lovely pure white knickers, partly disappearing up
between her bottom cheeks, just like mine. I looked for a moment, wishing I
was wearing them, then let the hem go. She must have felt it, because she
looked round at me. I just smiled at her.

That day at school, there were a lot of new boys starting. I soon found one
I liked and took him off to the toilets. Locked in the cubicle, I undid his
trousers and slipped my hand down inside his pants, regulation
y-fronts. Soon his hairless cock was nice and stiff. I pulled the pants
down to have a look.......oh it was lovely. As I wanked him off, he lifted
his head, as if offering a kiss, so I kissed him gently on the lips. It was
nice, and he hadn't moved his head away, so I did it again, and
again. Between kisses I looked down at my hand working on his little cock,
and soon I saw him cum, splattering the floor. After he'd pulled up his
pants and trousers, he put his arm around my neck and kissed me agin,
whispering "Thankyou" in my ear. I thought about him all day. Why would a
young boy want a kiss? I enjoyed it though and knew I wanted more
kissing. The bus was almost full on the way home, and with more and more
people getting on, an elderly man with a big shopping bag on his lap said
"You can sit here if you like". He put the bag on the floor and patted his
lap. "Thankyou" I mouthed to him as I gently lowered my bottom onto his
knees. "Move back a bit" he whispered, and I felt hands on my hips, pulling
me backwards.

I wriggled myself until I was properly astride his knees, then I pushed and
he pulled until I'd slid up his legs. Suddenly I knew what was going on. My
bottom was right on his lap, and I could feel his bulge. I just sat there
quietly, wriggling about from time to time so I could feel his bulge
better. I felt some movement. His hands were still on my hips, but now one
of them was moving across towards my fly. I pulled my briefcase further up
from my knees to cover the front of my trousers, in case he wanted to
play. Trying to look calm, and keeping my head facing the front, I felt his
fingers on my zipper. I heard the noise as it started to unzip, and hoped
no-one else did. OOOhhh, fingers were now inside my open fly. I looked down
quickly and saw his hand over my gaping trousers, with my mums pink panties
on show. To show him that I liked what he was doing, I slid my hand down
under the briefcase, cupped it over his hand and pushed it through the gap
and held it over the thin material. I took my hand away, and rocked back
against him. I could feel that his bulge was growing. "My stop's coming up
soon" he whispered very softly "Would you like to come to my flat for a
lemonade"? It was just after 4.00 pm and mum didn't get home till 5.30 so I
nodded. His hand was taken away and I zipped myself up. Soon we were
getting off the bus at a different part of the estate. He led me into a
block of flats and we got into the lift. As the doors closed I whispered "I
can only stay for half an hour", and felt a hand on my bottom. It was so
comforting to have someone feeling my bottom again. I stood beside him and
slipped my arm around his waist, enjoying his hand exploring my cheeks. The
doors opened, he took my hand and led me to flat number 12. His key opened
the door and he led me inside.

At the end of the hall was a full length mirror. I looked the reflections
of a 13 year old boy and this old man. I slipped my arm around his waist
again and cuddled myself up against him, still looking in the mirror. "We
look nice together don't we"? I said. I'd never been alone with a man
before, but strangely I didn't feel scared. His hand on my bottom made me
feel somehow secure. I lifted my head to say something, but couldn't as his
lips were suddenly pressed to mine. It wasn't all nice and smooth like it
was in the toilet. This time there were bristles all around my mouth. This
old man hadn't shaved today. One or two little kisses, then I felt his
tongue. I'd heard about french kissing, so I just parted my lips and let
his tongue slip into my mouth. After a while, the bristles didn't seem too
bad, and I didn't mind his tongue flicking in and out of my mouth
either. As one kiss ended, he took my hand and led me into a bedroom. All
along one wall were mirrored wardrobes. He took me in his arms and kissed
me again. Now we could both watch. His hands were all over my bottom. I
could feel and see them. It was nice. "What's your name"? he asked. "Peter"
I managed to get out before the bristly lips covered my mouth. As he went
over to a beside cabinet, I noticed that the bed hadn't been made, it was a
mess, and there were tissues all over the carpet beside it. He saw me
looking down at the tissues. "I live alone, so I have a wank when I wake
up. I'm looking for someone to do it for me" he whispered with a wink. He
showed me a small digital camera. "I'd like to take some pictues of you
Peter............while you undress. You don't mind do you"?

I didn't know what to say. I liked older men and I was hopoing to see his
cock before I went home. "Only if you undress as well" I found myself
blurting out. "Alright then" he said, and started to take his jacket and
jumper off. He stood there for a while then said "You want me to take off
more"? I nodded and watched as the shirt came off. He stood there in his
vest and trousers, lifting the camera up. "Your turn" he said as the camera
went click. I took my school blaser off, then my shirt and school tie, and
stood in front of him bare from the waist up. Several more clicks. Then
"How old are you Peter"? I watched as he kicked off his shoes and then
reached for his belt buckle. "I'm just 13" I said very quietly as I saw the
trousers fall to the floor. I looked at him standing there in vest, bulging
y-fronts and socks, but my eyes kept on going to the y-fronts. He picked up
the camera, so I took my shoes and socks, then slowly began to undo my
trousers....click....click. I unzipped them, and let them fall to me
ankles. "Wow" he said, looking at my mums pink panties. "Whose are they"?
he asked.......click...click...click..."My mums'" I said sheepishly. "Step
out of your trousers and turn around for me"? I obeyed, turning very
slowly. When I had my back to him to shouted "Stop". Again I obeyed,
watching him in the mirror....click...click

"Legs apart and touch your toes" came the next order. I slowly
obeyed.....click..click.  He came towards me, knelt down and took a few
close-ups of my pantie covered bottom....click..click..... "Turn round
again"..I quite liked these orders, and slowly turned round to face him. He
was still kneeling, taking more close-ups of the transparent panel at the
front of the panties. I knew he could see right through it, at my boy-cock,
semi-hard now with all the undressing. He must have taken 20 or 30 photos
of me before he put the camera on the bed and began easing his vest off. I
couldn't see any hairs on his chest or his chubby tummy. He sat on the bed
and took his socks off, then stood up and whispered. "Shall I take my pants
off for you Peter, would you like that"??? "Yes Please" I sighed. He
grabbed the waistband and started to tug. I was only 5 or 6 feet away
watching as they began to slide downwards. OOOOhhhhh lots of bushy grey
curly hair came into view, then........OOhh..his cock suddenly flopped out
over the elastic waistband. My eyes were stuck on his cock as it wobbled
from side to side, as the pants made there way to the floor. It was sort of
half-hard, poking straight out and pointing at me. "Do you like what you
see Peter"? I silently nodded. "Is it nice having a man undress for you"?
I nodded again. "Let me turn round for you"

I stood there and watched as he slowly turned around. Seeing him from the
side was nice, seeing his cock slowly disappear, then his chubby bottom
cheeks wobbling as he moved. He parted his legs as he stood with his back
to me. I could just see his balls,hanging there. Oh I wanted to touch
them. Then he turned right around. His cock had grown and was now starting
to point upwards a little. "Take your knickers off for me" came another
command. As I slowly eased them down, I wiggled from side to side like a
girl....click...click As my boy-cock flopped out I heard him
gasp...click...click I couldn't help it, I reached down and took hold of my
cock, wrapped my fingers around it and started to wank myself. "Oh Peter, I
want to do that" he said, stepping towards me. I let go and looked down to
see his fingers wrapping themselves around my little boy-cock., while his
other arm slipped around my waist,and then the hand slid down onto my
bottom cheeks. I lifted my head and received another bristly kiss,and a
mouthful of tongue. He slowly knelt down in front of me, still wanking me,
and slipped his lips around the tip of my cock. I looked down and in the
mirror, and watched him slowly build up a bobbing rythm with his
head. finally placing his hands on my bottom cheeks, and easing them
apart. Ohh I was in heaven, feeling his fingertip searching for my boy-hole
and watching his lips wanking me off. His fingertip found the hole........I
gasped with pleasure as it slipped inside me, then in and out, in and
out. Waves of pleasure flooded over me. I held onto his head as it bobbed,
and slipped a finger down onto his bristly top lip to feel my cock as it
went in and out of his mouth.

My cheeks were pulled fully apart and a second finger slipped into my
bottom. My mouth was loosing control. "Wish that was your cock" I blurted
out, looking in the mirror. Then "OOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm going to cum" I
shouted out quite loudly. His fingers gripped my bottom cheeks harder, the
two inside me worked quicker, then I started to spurt my boy cum into his
mouth. He pulled away when I'd finished and sighed "There's a good boy, was
that nice"? I nodded again. "Would you like to come hear and do things like
this regularly"........."Oh Yes" I whispered and not thinking of what I'd
just spurted into his mouth, I lifted my head for a kiss, and got one
straight away. All bristles and tongue, but something else. Then I
realised....it was CUM.......my cum and his tongue was covered in it. I put
my arms around his neck and hung on, making the kiss last as long as
possible. When it finally stopped, he whispered "You are a dirty little boy
aren't you, and you like the taste of your own cum"? I pulled him closer
for another kiss, and whispered afterwards. "I haven't done that before,
but it's nice."

"Is that true, what you said about wanting up your bum"? I pulled him close
and whispered in his ear "Yes, and I want all your cum inside me, don't
pull it out till I'm full up".

He picked up the camera and laid on the bed. "Come and lay beside me Peter"
he said patting the bed. I obeyed, and was pulled to him for a kiss. The
camera was in his other hand....click...click I looked down at his cock. It
was rock hard and standing straight up. "Now Peter, prop yourself up on one
elbow, and take haol of my cock".......I nervously obeyed..It was lovely
and hard with clear juices ouzing out of the tip. I spread the juices all
over the tip and started to wank it.....click...click "Now Peter" he sighed
"I want you to kiss it as you wank it" I obeyed and lowered my head. As my
lips touched his helmet I heard the camera click, lots of clicks...."Now
Peter, do it for Daddy....suck my cock...please...like I did to you" As I
opened my mouth to let the helmet slip inside...click...click. It felt very
big in my small mouth, but tasted very nice. I felt his hand behind my head
urging me down. I took another inch..click..click I began to bob my head
like he had done, and looked up into the mirror. Wow, there was this young
boy laying on a bed, sucking an old mans' cock. Clicks all the time now
from the camera. In a few seconds, I had seemed to get into a rythm. "Oh
Peter, you are making Daddy very happy. Do you love doing this for Daddy"?
I made a noise in my throat. "Good, because Daddy is going to cum soon, and
he wants Peter to let him cum in his mouth". I wasn't really listening, I
was so enjoying my first cock suck, and watching it in the mirror. Then I
felt lots of pressure from the hand behind my head. "Oh Peter my darling,
Daddys is about to cum"

Just then I felt the first of 5 or 6 strong spurts. I knew he was cuming in
my mouth, and deep down, I wanted him to. I wanted Daddys cum, all of it. I
kept on bobbing until the hand was taken away. As I lifted my head, I saw
glistening strands of cum connecting my lips to his helmet. "Show Daddy,
open your mouth" I obeyed and showed him . "HHm, that's how much Daddy
loves you Peter, now give me a kiss" I enjoyed a long and very spunky kiss,
washed, dressed and left to catch another bus

End of Part 2