Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 20:09:15 -0700
From: Tony Hawkins <tonytig@hotmail.com>
Subject: stranger feelings

It was a hot summer day in London. As a 14-year-old son of a single parent,
I had been sent to spend the holidays with an aunt. Since she worked, I was
left with some lunch money to do as I pleased, with the usual suggestions
of historical places to visit. Having no friends in the area, I was at a
loose end most of the time.

My aunt's small apartment in Kensington was not far from the many-acred
Hyde Park with its ponds, walks and sports fields, as well as the famous
"Speakers corner," where, in the great tradition of democracy, anyone could
stand on a soapbox and preach anything from religion, through ecology and
women's rights to outright anarchy.

The crowd that day was enormous. Joining it, I was soon surrounded by a
tightly packed mass of listeners. An old man, in his sixties I guess, edged
his way gradually in front of me and stood with his hands clasped behind
his back. I was wearing a white shirt, light blue nylon jogging shorts and
a light windbreaker. The next thing I knew his hands were brushing against
the front of my shorts. I instinctively recoiled and stepped back very
slightly, bumping into someone behind me. I turned my head and apologised
to the man behind. He appeared to be in his forties and was wearing a light
grey suit.

He smiled and said "that's quite alright boy". I turned back and could feel
the light touch on the front of my shorts again. Until then I had only
experienced the normal mutual masturbation of boys around my age. As I
decided to enjoy it, I also felt "J" (as I came to call him) so very gently
stroking the curve of my bum through the back nylon of my shorts.

I started to panic, thinking people around would notice but they seemed
intent on the speaker and we were packed so tightly you couldn't even see
the ground if you looked down. Encouraged, I suppose by my lack of
objection, both the strangers became bolder. J had his hand under the back
of the leg of my shorts and was stroking the liner (which in those days
used to be nylon too) and pulling gently at the elastic leg opening on the
curve of my ass.

By now, the man in front was doing the same thing with his hand up my
shorts and rubbing my hardening five-inch prick through the thin nylon
inner panty. He suddenly tugged on both legs and pulled my shorts down a
few inches and immediately had room to insert his whole hand inside the now
loose-hanging liner to grab my now rock-hard prick firmly and slowly began
rubbing it to and fro. My legs were shaking slightly in my excitement, but
I was past caring when J deftly pulled down the elastic of the crotch from
behind, separating my ass cheeks and gently fingering my hole.

He suddenly, with his other hand, pushed aside the leg of the outer shorts
as well as the flimsy inner brief and I felt the hot head of his prick
suddenly pressing between my cheeks and the tip urgently seeking entry at
my virgin hole. I could feel the back of his fingers pounding at my crotch
as he jerked himself and suddenly stopped dead.

I guess he had disciplined himself over the years to get the maximum
possible enjoyment from his orgasms and learned how to prolong the
sensation. I felt several hot jets of his cum in between my cheeks but a
distinct pause in between each so I was left wondering if it would ever
stop.

The warm wet flood in my bumcheeks and crotch caused a fantastic sensation
that triggered a colossal orgasm on my part into the hand of the man in
front. I just seemed to keep cumming and cumming.  `J' whispered "thank you
boy" and thrust something into the pocket of my windbreaker. He was gone
when I pulled my shorts up carefully and edged out of there. I walked away
as quickly as possible, embarrassed since I felt conspicuous with a big
dark stain of my cum on the front of my shorts. I didn't know what I looked
like from behind, although I could feel some cum running down the inside of
my leg from the pool that must have been in the crotch.

Half way home I put my hand in my windbreaker pocket. There was a card with
a phone number wrapped in a ten pound note, which was lot of money for a
boy my age. That was my first experience with anyone other than school
friends but it was not to be my last.

Yes, I did call J, who introduced me to many other things. As well as being
my seducer and mentor, he became a friend who introduced me to many things
I have enjoyed since. I might just tell of them one day if anyone is
interested!!!

Comments are welcome

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