Date: Thu, 17 May 2007 13:02:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Chick Grope Subject: Roving Hands Part 7 John was the first man who "took" me. There have been many others since, but nothing can ever compare with that first time. I can still remember every moment, every sensation, every little tingle and thrill, every caress, all leading to the big moment when the whole world seemed to explode in a riot of flashing lights and colours. I have no idea what women feel when a man cums inside them, and I don't care. All I know is what a boy feels when he has a hard cock inside his "boipussy" (that's what John called it), from the moment when he first feels the pressure of that velvety cockhead pushing into him, so soft and yet so bone-hard, stretching him open. Yes, it's painful the first time, but it is a nice sort of pain, and is soon replaced with other, much more wonderful sensations. John had taken me on to his lap, facing him, my legs straddling his thighs. I loved looking into his liquid brown eyes, and even though I was a little scared, I didn't flinch or even close my eyes when he pulled me to him and slid his cock into the cleft between my bottom cheeks and began to massage my little hole with his cockhead. It was already wet with his precum (how I loved the words he taught me!), and he moved it back and forth like it was a paintbrush. It made me all tingly, and I smiled at him to let him know I liked what he was doing to me. "Now!" he said softly. The paintbrush motion stopped, and he placed the tip of his cockhead against my little boyhole, which was all wet now from his precum. I felt the pressure as he pushed into me. Just a little, hardly at all, but I felt a stab of pain as my sphincter began to yield. I flinched, I couldn't help it. "Look at me, Jack," he said. Those liquid brown eyes, so kind but so vivid now. I could see his excitement in them, and something more: he would not stop now. "It's all right, Jack, Just take deep breaths and relax." I smiled bravely and did as he said. Another thrust, this time a little harder. His cock was stretching me, it felt huge, bigger even than that plastic cockthing of my mother's. He paused again, holding in me. "No, Jack, don't try to push me out." I realised that I had instinctively done that, the way you do when you want to poop. "Sorry, I didn't..." He stroked my hair. "That's all right, Jack. Just try this: instead of pushing me out, try to imagine you are sucking me into you." That got me really excited, the thought of SUCKING HIS COCK INSIDE ME! I had no idea how to do that, but I tried, clenching somehow to draw him deeper into me. "Now!" he said again, this time thrusting harder. "Suck, Jack, Suck!" And I felt my spincter yield completely and then close again behind the ridge of his cockhead. He paused again, holding still. He looked down at my little penis, which was not stiff at all now. Then he took it between his thumb and forefinger and started to caress it, at the same time making little thrusting movements into me. I felt another stab of pain, which caused me to wince. "It's all right, Jack. Take your time. You and I have all the time in the world to enjoy this." The movement of his hand on my penis made me focus on the lovely tingling that he was causing down there. I felt myself getting stiff again, and I loved it. But I could not ignore the feeling of FULLNESS in my boipussy as John continued moving inside me, just a little thrust followed by stillness, then another, then another. Something was happening deep inside me, thrills and tingles like I had never experienced before. The discomfort and stabs of pain slowly subsided and I began to realise just how amazing it was to have his cock inside me. He was hard, but still somehow his cock felt soft like velvet, and it was making me more and more dizzy with feelings that I could not put a name to. I started to move on his cock, meeting his thrusts and feeling him penetrating me deeper and deeper till I could feel all of him in me. I thought of a boy on a pony, it was just like I was riding his cock, first a canter and then gradually getting faster till we were galloping together. He was breathing heavily now and his face was knitted into a frown from the exertion of fucking me. I loved that I was the one who was making him feel good, just as he was making me feel good. When he spoke, he just grunted the words: "I want to come inside you, Jack." It wasn't a question, he wasn't asking permission to fill me with his manseed, it was just a statement of inevitability: he was going to come inside me. And that is what I wanted more than anything else in the whole world. I just wished my stiffy would pump sticky too. It felt so hot and tingling now that I secretly hoped it might. That would make him really proud of me. I nodded. The thrusting became relentless, deep, unyeilding, punching deep into my belly. I rode his cock proudly, wanting him to cum. When his cock stiffened even more, I held my breath, because I knew by now that that was the prelude to the final moment when he would feed his warm milky manseed into me. The first surge exploded in me at that moment, hitting my insides and making my own little penis jerk and judder. I reached down and started to masturbate myself, wanting desperately to cum for him as he was cumming for me. Another surge, and another, and then, little thrusts as his climax subsided. His eyes were closed and he was moaning softly to himself. I felt a trickle as his cum began to ooze from me. If only I could cum too! John opened his eyes and looked deep into mine. "You made me cum, Jack, you made me very happy." He pulled me to him and hugged me tightly, kissing me full on the mouth. I felt his cock soften and begin to slide out of me. Instinctively I clenched my bottom, trying to hold him inside me. When we broke apart, I was breathless from the kiss. He gently laid me on the bed beside him, reached under me and covered his fingers with his cum, and then smeared it over my penis. He gripped my stiffy firmly, and began to stroke. "One day, Jack, and it will be very soon, you will cum the way you just made me cum. Would you like that?" For an answer, I wrapped my little hand over his, just to let him know that I wanted him to go on masturbating me, and never never ever to stop till I came for him. [Comments to gropechick@yahoo.com or visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rovinghands/] "If it moves fondle it"