Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2005 07:57:57 -0800 (PST)
From: BobWho <bobbajobba@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer With Sparky Chapter One: Say Hello To Sparky

I was with Billy in our den - the little clearing in
the woods that used to run along the back of my
parent's house - when Sparky came into my life. It was
a Saturday afternoon in the summer of 1979 and it was
sunny and warm - as warm as a Scottish summer gets
anyway.

My best friend and I were sitting on a log, talking
about the things we talked about back then - TV,
school, the upcoming end of term party, and of course
the long summer holiday starting in a couple of weeks
(Billy's dad, Mr Spencer, was going to take us to
Edinburgh Zoo) - when a deep voice said "Hi lads". We
both jumped as a strange man stepped into the
clearing. He sat down on the tree stump opposite us
and started talking. He asked us lots of questions -
about sport (we knew nothing much about it), about
which school we went to, and what subjects we liked.
He asked about our friends, how long we'd know each
other, and all sorts of stuff.

I'd better fill you in some of the background. The man
was 34 years old at the time (I found that out much
later, obviously) and had dark brown hair, cut very
short, and a day's growth of stubble on his chin. He
had dark, almost black eyes, and his skin was as
tanned as mine had been after Mum and Dad took me to
Spain the previous year. He was quite short, and he
was wearing a top that I recognised as a Glasgow
Celtic football strip, and a pair of jeans.

He asked us what sort for stuff we got up to in our
den, and whether anyone else knew about it, and
whether we took any other friends there, and then, out
of the blue, asked if we had ever showed each other
our willies! I could feel my face going red - of
course we had often shown each other our willies (our
local word for a penis) but being suddenly asked about
it by this man was very strange and embarrassing.

Sparky (as he had introduced himself to us as) laughed
when he saw our guilty faces, and told us not to
worry. "It's perfectly OK and normal, you know. I can
prove it to you if you like. Would you like to see
mine?"

My heart leaped in my chest. To date - apart from
Billy's - the only penises I'd clearly seen had been
my own, my Dad's, and my cousin Tom's. I'd had a few
furtive glances at men in the changing rooms at the
swimming pool, but that didn't really count. So a
fully-grown man offering me a close up view was very
exciting! I looked quickly at Billy (who gave a little
nod), then back at Sparky, and nodded my head too, as
my tongue seemed to have been tied in a knot.

"OK" said Sparky, and unzipped his fly. He reached
into his jeans and pulled his penis out. We both gaped
at it - we'd certainly never seen a stiff willie
before (or 'cock', as Sparky said we should call it.
"It's a more grown up word," he told us, but warned us
not to say it in front of Mum or Dad).

I'd never imagined that a penis could be so big. My
own got hard sometimes, but a schoolboy's cock is no
match for a grown man's. I certainly could never have
imagined Dad's getting so big!

There was something odd, I felt, about Sparky's cock,
but it wasn't until much later that I learned that
some men have their foreskins cut off. No one in my
family had been circumcised, and Billy's foreskin was
intact, but Sparky had been cut.

The head of Sparky's cock was a deep purply red
colour, and I could see thick veins running down the
length of it into the nest of black hair sticking out
of his trousers. I had seen that men had hair down
there, and had wondered sometimes when mine would
start growing (Billy had a little, which was
annoying).

"Well then, lads!", said Sparky. "Fair's fair. I've
shown you mine, will you show me yours?"

I suddenly felt all shy. I was scared that Sparky
would laugh when he saw how small my cock was beside
his. But I could feel it stiffening in my pants, and
realised that I really did want to show this man my
cock, more than anything else in the world. I looked
at Billy, and saw him reaching for his fly, so with my
heart hammering in my chest I unzipped my shorts and
pulled out my penis for Sparky to look at.

Sparky has a good look at both our cocks, and said
that they were both very nice indeed. I beamed at his
praise, and then noticed that he was pulling the skin
of his cock up and down over the big red head. Sparky
saw me looking at what he was doing, and asked us if
we'd ever played with our own cocks? We truthfully
answered no, and Sparky explained to us that playing
with his cock is one of the most fun things a man can
do.

He got us to take hold of our cocks (Billy's was now
as hard as mine) and told us to pull the skin gently
backwards and forwards in the same way that he was. We
did what he said - doing it made me feel strange
inside, but in a nice way.

After a while, Sparky put his penis back into his fly,
and told us that he knew other fun things we could do,
but he wouldn't be able to show us them here. He said
that if we went back to his house we would be able to
play some games, and have a really good time.

That going with a stranger was bad had been drummed
into us from an early age, but when that stranger had
just shown you his cock, the normal rules didn't seem
to apply.

We followed Sparky through the woods, then through a
hole in the fence that separated the woods from the
park. My heart was beating faster and faster as we
crossed the park - I was both scared and excited.

Soon we were standing outside one of the big houses
that overlooked the park. Sparky pulled a bunch of
keys out of his pocket, then opened the door and
ushered us in.

We sat on his sofa while he went into the kitchen. A
few seconds later he returned with a glass of lemonade
in each hand, and a magazine under his arm. He sat
down between us, and while we sipped the lemonade he
leafed through the magazine, and opened it at a page
that had a picture of two men. Both men were naked,
and both had huge, stiff cocks. One of the men seemed
to be trying to push his cock into the other man's
bottom.

We looked at this picture for a while - it seemed a
very strange thing that the men were doing. "This is
just something that men do to each other sometimes,"
explained Sparky. "It's called 'fucking'. Have you
heard that used as a swear word?" We nodded. "Well,
this is what it means. When it's used properly,
'fucking' isn't really a bad word. Sometimes it called
'arsefucking' or 'buttfucking'; there are lots of
words for it but I just call it fucking."

He leafed through the magazine some more. It looked
old, and there were marks and stains on some of the
pages. He opened it at another page with a picture of
two different men. In this one, one of them had the
others cock in his mouth. I looked at Billy, who
looked back at me. A couple of days earlier he had
suggested that I suck his willie. I'd refused, scared
that he'd pee in my mouth.

Sparky explained that this was 'cocksucking' and
sometimes called a 'blow-job', although you sucked
instead of blowing. I asked him about peeing, but he
assured me that no one would ever pee in my mouth
unless I asked him to. I wasn't entirely happy with
this, but Sparky asked if we'd like him to show us.
Heart pounding again, I said, "yes please".

Sparky pulled of his football top in one motion, to
reveal a very hairy chest. I'd never seen one in the
flesh before - all of the men in my family had smooth
chests (apart from me, ironically, and not until much
later). They'd always fascinated me as they seemed so
strange and exotic - hairy chests couldn't have been
common in that part of Scotland as I'd only ever seen
them on American TV shows like 'Dallas' and 'Dynasty'.


This mystery was explained when I later found out that
Sparky's family was Italian - they had owned the ice
cream shop in the town - which also explained his very
dark hair and tanned skin.

I tentatively reached out and put my hand on Sparky's
chest, ready to pull away if he got angry. Instead he
put his big hand on mine and rubbed it across his
chest. It felt nice. I noticed that the hair was all
down his belly too, then narrowed to a fine line that
disappeared into his jeans. Billy didn't seem to care
about Sparky's chest - he later told me that his dad's
was just as hairy (which made me keen to spend more
time with Mr Spencer in the future).

Sparky let go of my hand and reached down to unbutton
his jeans. He pulled them down (he wasn't wearing
anything underneath) and his stiff cock sprang up and
slapped his hairy belly.

Clear stuff splashed the back of my hand. I noticed
that more of the clear stuff was dribbling out of the
hole in the end of his cock. At first I thought that
it was pee, and said so. Sparky said it wasn't pee,
then he put his finger against the end of his cock
then pulled it away. A long string of goo connected
his finger to his cock, which broke and fell on his
belly.

"It's called 'pre-cum'," he said. "When you get
excited and your cock gets really hard, this stuff
comes out." He licked his finger. "Tastes good too!
Try it." He put his finger back to his cock, and then
offered it first to Billy, and then to me. I licked
the pre-cum off his finger, but didn't really think it
tasted of very much at all.

"You're both a bit young yet to make any pre-cum when
you get hard, but it'll happen soon enough." Sparky
grinned. "Now, strip off and I'll show you some fun
stuff you can do together."

I tried to take my tee shirt off in one movement, like
Sparky had, but didn't quite manage it. He rescued me
from it, before turning to Billy and pulling of his
shorts. Soon all three of us were sitting naked on the
sofa.

Sparky got up and knelt down in front of Billy. He
told me to watch closely, then took hold of Billy's
cock and gently pulled the skin back, revealing its
pink tip.

He leaned forward and put his tongue onto Billy's
cock, then started to move it in a circle around the
head. As he did this he started rubbing the cock's
head through the foreskin - up and down. He moved his
tongue in bigger and bigger movements, until it
started to disappear under the foreskin as he pushed
it up.

Sparky brought his lips closer to Billy's cock, until
he seemed to kiss it. I saw that he had pulled the
skin right back now, and was massaging the head with
his lips. His head started moving up and down in a
steady rhythm, and more of Billy's cock slipped into
Sparky's mouth with each downward motion.

Billy started moving his hips in time with Sparky's
head, and gave out little moans. I watched everything
that Sparky did, determined to remember everything so
I didn't disappoint him, but I was a little impatient
for my turn.

Eventually Sparky took his mouth away from Billy and
turned to me. Soon I was moaning just like Billy had -
I had a strange but nice sensation inside me. I
especially liked the feeling of Sparky's rough chin
scraping against the hairless sack of my balls as he
took all of my cock into his mouth.

After a while Sparky sat up and suggested that I try
out what I'd learned on Billy. I leaned over and took
hold of Billy's cock, and started to lick the tip just
as Sparky had done. Sparky stood up and walked over to
a cupboard, opened it, and took out one of those fancy
cameras with a lens on the front. (All Mum and Dad
could afford was a cheap Kodak for holiday snaps.)

I heard the shutter clicking, as I took more and more
of Billy's cock in my mouth. Sparky gave me
instructions, and I tried to copy everything he had
done. I glanced sideways and saw that Sparky had the
camera in one hand and was rubbing his cock with the
other. Long strings of silvery pre-cum were falling
from his cock onto the carpet. It made me happy to
know that he was enjoying it.

Soon Sparky asked Billy to suck my cock for a while,
so I sat back with my eyes shut enjoying the
sensations. It wasn't quite as nice as when Sparky had
done it - I missed the rough stubble on my skin.

After this, Sparky got me and Billy to take hold of
each other's cocks and rub them - Sparky called this
'wanking' - while he took more pictures.

After we had wanked each other for a few minutes,
Sparky put the camera away and sat between us again.
He put his arms around our shoulders and told us that
there was some other things we should know about.

"When a man's been playing with his cock, or someone's
been sucking your cock for a while, it starts to feel
better and better. Eventually it gets so good that you
think your cock is going to explode with pleasure. At
that moment loads of white stuff will come out of the
end of your cock, and it's the best feeling in the
world when it does. The stuff is called 'cum' or
'spunk', and the feeling you get when it comes out it
called 'cumming'. You're both too young yet to cum -
it won't happen 'til you have some more hair around
your cock and balls - but I can show you what happens
if you like?"

We both nodded quickly, eager for the new treat.

I was sitting on Sparky's right hand side. Billy was
on his left. Sparky put both our right hands on his
cock, and told us to squeeze it tight. He put my left
hand on his chest and showed me how to pinch and twist
his nipples in a way that he really enjoyed.

Sparky put Billy's left hand onto his hairy balls. He
told him to rub his balls and gently squeeze them. He
warned Billy not to squeeze too hard, but Billy had
been hit there with a football last winter so knew to
be careful.

We started to wank Sparky's cock in the way he had
shown us. I rubbed my fingers through the hair on his
chest, and twisted and pulled at his nipples, while
Billy played with his big balls.

After a few minutes Sparky started to groan.

"That's fucking amazing" ... "Wank my big fucking cock,
boys." ... "Oh yeah. Faster. Squeeze harder, Robbie."

I squeezed and pulled harder at his nipples, and we
speeded up our hands on his cock.

I felt wetness on my hands, and wondered if Sparky had
cum, but it was pre-cum oozing out of his cock.

"Faster, faster" he shouted.

I could tell that something was changing. His
breathing was getting faster and I could feel his
heart pounding in his chest. The veins on his cock
were throbbing too.

"Getting close now" he said. "Gonna cum soon".

More throbbing.

Sparky let out a long groan - "I'm cumming!"

Billy told me later that just before it happened,
Sparky's balls seemed to tighten up and throb.

His whole body shuddered as a jet of hot white goo
shot out of his cock into the air, then landed on his
chest and belly, splashing our hands, arms and faces.

We kept on rubbing as another jet flew out, then
another. More cum gushed out, running down his cock
and covering our hands.

As Sparky's breathing slowed down, we instinctively
stopped stroking his cock. We sat there wondering what
to do with our cum covered hands, when Sparky took
hold of our hands and started licking his cum off
them.

"Mmmm, tastes good," said Sparky with a smile. He
wiped our hands on his chest, then reached down to his
softening cock. "Even better fresh," he said as he
started milking the last few drops of cum from its
tip.

Billy and I put our mouths to his cock, licking the
cum he squeezed out, our tongues fighting as we vied
to taste the sweet, salty, strangely fishy flavour.

"I fucking love you guys," said Sparky with a grin, as
he put his arms around our shoulders and squeezed
tight. We sat up, and Sparky lent towards Billy and
kissed him on the mouth. Then he turned and started
kissing me. I felt his tongue pushing into my mouth,
so I pushed back with mine and could taste Sparky's
cum on his lips. I liked the rough feeling of his
stubble against my skin again.

Then he pushed Billy and I together, so we could kiss
each other. I felt a bit funny kissing my best mate,
but it was quite nice when I put my tongue into
Billy's mouth the way Sparky had.

"Let's get you cleaned up," said Sparky as he suddenly
stood up, putting an arm round each of our waists and
lifting us in the air. We laughed and tried to wriggle
free, but Sparky was too strong for us.

I pressed my head into his chest and enjoyed feeling
his hairiness against my face. I could feel his
softened cock, and his balls, swinging against my leg
as he carried us upstairs.

He took us into the bathroom. It was much bigger than
our bathroom at home, and there was no bath or toilet.
Instead there was a shower spray in the middle of the
ceiling, just like at the swimming pool, with a hole
in the middle of the floor.

Sparky put us down in the middle of the room, then
closed the door and turned a big handle on the wall.
Warm water sprayed down on us, as Sparky put some
liquid soap on his hands, knelt down and started
soaping us up. He paid special attention to our cocks
and balls - "it's very important to be clean down
there," he explained. My cock got hard again as he was
soaping it, but Sparky just looked up at me and
smiled. After he had rinsed the soap off it, he leant
forward and kissed the tip of my cock.

After he was done, he put some soap into our hands and
we soaped up his chest and back while he stayed
kneeling on the floor. My job was to make sure that I
got all of the cum washed out of his chest hair.

Sparky stood up and we started to soap his cock and
balls. He didn't get hard like I had, but his cock did
swell up a little. I liked it like this - it was still
nice and big but soft to the touch.

Then he turned around and asked us to clean his arse.
We weren't very sure about it at first, but he told us
there was nothing to be scared of. He pulled his
buttocks apart for us to clean his bottom properly.
Seeing his arsehole suddenly reminded me of the
picture of the two men fucking he showed us earlier.
We rubbed our soapy hands up the crack of his arse -
the hole seemed to open up slightly as we soaped it.

I enjoyed seeing Sparky rinse the soap off his body -
I liked the patterns the water made in the hair on his
chest and legs. Then we towelled each other dry (my
cock got hard again) and went downstairs.

After dressing us, and giving us another glass of
lemonade and a chocolate biscuit each, Sparky looked
at his watch and said we should be making tracks.

We said goodbye at the door, and Sparky said we would
see him again soon. He also warned us that it was best
if we didn't tell anyone else about the games we had
played, but Billy and I already realised this and said
that we wouldn't tell a soul.

Billy and I lived in different part of the town, so we
went our separate ways. As I ran home my mind was full
of everything that had happened over the last few
hours, but uppermost in my mind was when, and if, I
would see Sparky again.

It was to be much sooner than I realised.

To be continued in "Sparky and Simon".

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