Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 09:08:18 EST
From: PixaJax@aol.com
Subject: "Nice dick, kid!" Part 1

"You're old enough to go on your own now, dear. Don't forget to wash your
hands after you've done peepee."
"OK, mom."
And little Daniel proudly walked into the men's restroom alone for the
first time in his young life. At eight and a half, he felt real grown up.
He made for the special low urinal and flicked out his penis, held it
between thumb and forefinger and heaved a sigh of relief as he emptied
his bladder. He watched the stream of pale liquid hitting the porcelain,
and did what all males do: aimed at those little scented blocks to see if
he could melt one before he finished peeing.
At that moment, a man came in and stood next to Daniel. He looked down at
Daniel briefly and then took out his cock and released a strong jet which
splashed noisily against the porcelain. He let out a long Ah!! of
satisfaction.
"Better out than in!" he said, grinning down at Daniel.
Daniel didn't look up but made a little grunt of acknowledgement that he
had been spoken to.
"Don't forget to shake it, kid. Don't want the last drops to go down your
leg, do you?"
"No, sir."
"Shake it like this."
The man displayed his cock to Daniel and started to shake it. Droplets
sprayed from it until he was dry. But then, the man went on shaking his
cock. Daniel watched in awe as the man's cock started to swell and
lengthen. It was getting bigger and bigger!
"Come on, shake yours too."
"I already did, sir."
"Shake it some more. It's a  nice feeling. Watch. Do what I do."
And the man turned towards Daniel to give the boy a better view. The
shaking had now become a firm stroking as his cock swelled into a
beautiful erection. Then he stopped stroking, held his cock by the base
of the shaft so that Daniel could see the whole of its glorious
vein-rippling length. A fat seven-incher, smooth and pale as ivory, with
a perfect helmet of a purplish hue.
Daniel was transfixed. His instinct was to run away quickly from this
strange man, but he couldn't take his eyes off the gigantic (to his eyes)
mancock.
The man resumed his stroking. He formed a tight fist and began
masturbating in earnest. And all the time, turned towards Daniel, he
allowed the boy to see exactly how a man jerks off.
"Come on, kid," he said, his voice hoarse, "you do it too."
Daniel, who, in his catatonic state, had not let go of his own penis,
started to stroke it the way the man was doing, and was astonished to
find that it was very nice, and that it made his weewee-pipe (his
mother's word for it) start to tingle and then grow stiff.
At that moment, the man uttered a long moan as he reached his climax. He
turned back to face the urinal as jets of warm creamy cum splashed
against the porcelain. Quickly he finished and tucked his detumescing
cock back into his pants. He nodded to Daniel, pleased to see that the
boy still had hold of his stiff penis.
"You've got a nice dick, boy. One day, you'll be able to cum just like I
did. Gotta go. See you."
And he was gone before Daniel could think of a response. He hadn't the
least idea what that white stuff was that had spurted from the man's
dick, for that's what it should be called, he had learned. He looked down
at his little stiffy. I've got a nice dick, he said to himself. Awkwardly
he tucked it back into his pants and went out to where his mother was
waiting.
"Everything all right, dear?"
She had seen the man go in and was worried, the way mothers worry about
strange men who might molest little boys.
"Yes, mom."
"Did you wash your hands after?"
"Sorry. I forgot."
How was he supposed to remember a little thing like that when his head
was buzzing with new experiences: seeing a man jack off, getting a
stiffy, and learning that what he had was no longer a weeweepipe, but a
dick?
"Oh Daniel, you are such a scatterbrain!"
She smiled at him.
"Come on, let's go. What would you like to do next?"
I'd like to touch that man's dick, he thought. I'd like to know what that
sticky stuff was that came out of his thingy. I'd like to meet him again.
Aloud he said: "I'm thirsty. Let's go get something to drink."
But the thirst that he really wanted to slake was the curiosity that had
been aroused by the encounter in the restroom. The encounter with the
masturbating man was to be the start of a long and exciting journey for
little Daniel, eight and a half, owner of a nice dick.

[to be continued. Comments to pixajax@aol.com or
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/spuncup]