Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2015 03:12:30 +0000 From: First Timer Subject: Tying my Shoe Laces Disclaimer: This story is completely ficticious and any incidents that bear any resemblance to reality are completely coincidental. If you are too young to be here or it is illegal in your state then please leave. Please feel free to send any feedback to ftimer41@gmail.com (Mb) Tying my Shoe Laces -------------------------------------------------------------- I had always had trouble tying my shoe laces. I lived a few minutes walk from school through the local park, and since entering my last year of elementary my mum allowed me to make the short journey by myself. Wearing my school t-shirt, summer shorts and plimsolls; I would always need to stop at least once to tuck my laces into my plimsolls to stop myself from falling over. One morning I was having extra trouble getting them to stay in my shoes so had to sit on a nearby bench to tackle the problem. As I did so I noticed a man coming down the path behind me, he looked to be quite old with thinning grey hair and a rather grandfatherly look about him. He had a rather large moustache and a bit of belly, as he came closer we made eye contact and I quickly shot my eyes back down to my feet trying desperately (and fruitlessly) to tie the string together convincingly. "Hello there junior. Are you quite okay? You seem to have a bit of problem on your hands" I looked up once again to see him standing just a foot in front of me, his hands folded in front with a bushy smile on his face. "Sorry sir, I'm just trying to tie my shoe laces but they keep falling out. I know how to do it but they just don't seem to stay tied" "Oh well, if you don't mind I could give you a hand with that, it can be quite difficult learning to tie knots for the first time. If you pay attention you might have less trouble doing it in future, okay?" "Certainly sir! My mum tells me I'm useless and shouts at me when I ask for help." My face felt hot as I silently wished I hadn't said anything about home. He nodded in contemplation. As the older man knelt to fix the lace problem, his face drew level with my own and breathed, "Well I don't think you're useless. You look to be growing into a fine young man, son. I think sometimes it takes more courage to ask for help than to keep doing it the wrong way" Strangely enough, watching as the old man I didn't know worked away on my shoes; I felt completely at ease allowing him access to take over the situation. With both hands he tied the first knot, as he went to pull the knot tight, he rested his right hand on my knee squeezing slightly in time with the motion. I felt electricity pulse through me as he did so and butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. "One down, one to go" His right hand was running down and up to just above my knee as he spoke. The feelings began to intensify in my stomach, and down below a churning I'd never conciously felt before began to build. He switched his position over to my right side and took hold of the laces to tie his second knot. This time as he went to tighten the knot, his left hand went directly to my thigh, just below my small shorts and gave a great squeeze. I was feeling short of breath and my little member, maybe only 3inches hard at the time was pushing out the front of my shorts as though searching for sunlight. My childish instinct was to hide the embarrassing dilemma and both my hands shot to force the protusion back into its cave. "There all done! What's the matter son? It looks like you need to take a wee" My face went a deep shade of red, it did feel a little bit like I needed to pee. Maybe if I got the pee out it would go back to normal size and I wouldn't be so tingly anymore, I naively reasoned. "Um, yes sir I think I do need the loo quite badly" "Well no time to lose! The bathroom is just over the other side of those bushes." He took one of my arms, pulling me to my feet and got a firm hold of it as we started walking. I kept my other hand squeezing away on my hardness, desperately trying to will it out of existence. Luckily at this time in the morning, the park was basically empty, just a few people walking their dogs across the field. Good, I thought, noone to see my embarrassment. As we rounded the corner to the public loos, the strong stench of urine hit my nose and a feeling of going where I wasn't supposed to triggered in my head. I hesitated briefly as need outweighed reason and I followed the gentleman closely into the place my mum said I shouldn't ever go alone. Anyway, I resolved, I was with the nice man so I wasn't even alone, so there! As expected, the place was empty. There was a trough-style urinal along one wall with two sinks opposite and two cubicles on the far side. "Oh boy, it looks like you're mighty uncomfortable son. Come on, let's head into that cubicle, you need to get out of those shorts." He placed his hands on my shoulders and marched me into the end toilet, shutting the door behind us. Focusing on trying to desperately drop my shorts to pee, my hands clumsily worked to undo the button tight around my waist. "Come on, stop messing about and get them down, you don't want to show up to school with soaked trousers son!" He said, as he turned me back around to face him slapping my still struggling hands away from my shorts to fix the issue himself. Kneeling, his face was just a little bit higher than my waist, his eyes drawing level to my stomach. "Okay, just hold your shirt up like this", as he lifted the red material up to around my armpits. My small belly button and nipples were revealed in close detail as he held the fabric in place. I gasped quietly as the air hit my body but placed my hands to help the man with my situation. He rested his left hand on my hip to steady me as his right worked away on the button. My shorts were fairly tight already and I was rapidly growing out of them; with my small package pushing tight against the material, the button had wedge itself securely in place. "Hmm, yes, this seems to be the problem", placing his index finger softly on the tip of my hardness. A surge of electricity swept through me and my knees went a little bit weak as he touched me. "Sorry son, I'm just going to have to make a quick adjustment to get you loose." He took his right hand and moved my boner down briefly, causing the shorts to strain more. Then, finding the path of least resistance, moved it back up towards my waistband using his other hand to finally free the button. In my mind, the paternal figure in front of me knew how to do these things properly. He was simply helping me, a small boy, in much need knowing that there could be no concern for modesty in these situations. So when he took the zipper in hand, again making contact with my hard boy tool, and pulled it down along with my the rest of my shorts, I felt completely safe knowing that in a few moments the man would finally help me find release. I was wearing tight white y-fronts, ones my mum had told me to throw away many times, they had a few holes in and the elastic was a little bit worn. As the man knelt there barely a half-foot away, slowly looking me up and down, I felt the urgency in my bladder increase and began to clench my knees together to hold it in. As if struck out of a day-dream the man quickly took both his hands on my hips and pulled the y's down my knees and to my feet, my boner springing up into action as he did so. The tip glistened as if a drop of pee had already made it's way out, and it sort of pulsed in time to the clenching movements I was making with my knees. The head was peeking out just slightly from the foreskin which was tight, straining a little bit to keep the head covered. As the man's face came up from pulling my pants to my ankles, his face drew close to the little stick and his eyes locked onto the target as if entranced by the object. Watching the man stare at my boyhood was stimulating a churning within my core, like nothing I had ever felt. It started up in my belly and lead down all the way to my bumhole, as if something was on fire deep inside me. I felt his breath across my weiner as he spoke, "well... we'd better, uhh, better get on with it hadn't we son?", his mouth seemed dry and he swallowed a few times. With his warm hands on my bare waist and my hands still holding the t-shirt high on my chest, he began to turn me round. I quickly came back to earth and continued the movement, pushing out my little hips towards the toilet and began to push. What followed was a bit of struggle, succeeded by the quick realisation that my pee was coming out horizontally towards the seat and splashing the back wall, going everywhere in the process. During this, the man had stood up and was overseeing the events staring over my shoulder. His hand darted down towards my weiner to control the flow, getting quite a bit on his hand and shirt arm as he did so but managing to the control the tip down towards the bowl. As my pee started to slow down to a trickle, I felt his thumb stroking the upper length of my penis as he whispered in my ear "Yes, that's a good boy, get it all out now, almost done" As the final drops trickled into the bowl, the man shook my weiner up and down like a little noodle and rubbed the tip to clear a watery droplet that had managed to form. Removing his hand from my tool, he took his hand to his mouth and licked the droplet from his finger savouring the taste. He then proceeded to take several paper towels and clear up the mess I'd made. In true little boy fashion, I simply stood there with my hands holding my shirt up on my chest, my weiner still sticking out horizontally getting a few brief looks as the man wiped down the seat. Once he had finished, he pulled the seat cover down to sit and gestured for me to get onto his knee, sitting so that I was propped against his arm, legs off to one side, leaving my shorts and underpants on the floor behind me. Feeling much younger than I actually was, I felt a great urge to put my thumb in my mouth, nodding as he spoke, "You've been a really good boy so far, you know. Just one more thing to take care of and you'll be ready to head off to school" His right hand had travelled up my between my legs, resting on my small testicles. As if to accentuate his sentence, upon reaching the word "thing" he took his thumb and index finger to my penis and shook as he had done to clean me before, this time I gasped softly, able focus more on the feelings. "It really isn't safe to leave a boy in a state of heightened arousal for too long, I'll need to be very thorough with you." Not really understanding what he meant, I simply nodded along as the man lifted me from the seat and placed me gently to the floor so that my head was resting on my shorts and my shirt had come back down, stopping me from getting too cold on bathroom floor. Taking my legs up in the air, the man had a view of my erect member and bumhole showing in sincerity to his gazing eyes, which winked slightly as it came under his scrutiny. After placing his thumb briefly in his mouth, he took the digit down past the Leaning Tower of Pisa towards my bum and gently proceeded to pry on my backdoor with purpose. Gasping for breath from the new sensations, my bum felt like a furnace and I felt my hole open up briefly allowing the moist digit just a bit of access to new territory. My boner strained ever straighter towards the ceiling. This time when he raised his hand to his face, he engulfed his index finger, getting it visibly moist as he lowered it back down to its target. Rubbing slowly, he inched it cautiously a little of the way into my backside getting a little bit of resistance from my sphincter as he did so. I could tell he wanted to get it further in and something was telling me I wanted to make it go all the way. As I focused on these new feelings his face drew level with my member, his tongue sticking out like a lizard, edging towards the underside of my tumesence. Another gasp as he began to lick my member up and down, sending a cascade of tingles up and down through my body. Suddenly, his mouth engulfed the whole thing and I felt his finger sink deeper into my hole. I moaned loud enough that anybody listening might think I was having a bit of trouble in the bathroom. With his tongue, massaging around the head of my willy and his finger making a slow fucking motion in and out of my bum, I felt the tingles begin to explode within me. "sssstop mr sir please I'm gonna pee again pleaseeeeeeeeee" Completely ignoring my calls, the man sucked harder and pushed his finger deep into my core. I saw stars in front of my eyes as my sphincter tightened around the finger and my penis began to spasm uncontrollably in the mans mouth. "Aaaggghhhh, uhhhh, siiiiiiiiiiiiir" As the feelings began to subside I felt his mouth slowly suckling my now extremely sensitive member, which had begun deflating a little bit. He lifted his head from the tube and very cautiously removed his finger from my bottom, which felt strangely empty after he'd removed the digit. A great big smile appeared on his moustachioed face and mine as he reassuringly began to rub his hand on my lower abdomen. I was still unsure of what had actually happened but was completely mindblown by the experience, silently plotting in my head how I could recreate the experience I had just felt. "Do you feel better now son?" "Sir that was amazing, I never knew I could feel like that before" "Well it's a secret that men and boys do all the time. If we don't do it often enough it can lead to problems like the one very one you were just experiencing" Convinced that I'd been missing out on the worlds best kept secret, I quietly cursed at my mum and dad for keeping it from me all these years. "We'd better get you up and dressed for school, I bet they'll be wondering where you've gotten to" Completely unsure of the time and now worried I might be missing the register I got to my feet and with the mans help, dressed back into my things. My bottom and weiner were still buzzing from the experience I'd had and my mind was racing at a million miles a second. "Oh, how rude of me", as he patted my bottom readying to open up the bathroom door, "I never introduced myself. I'm Ted" "Matt sir, but my friends call me Matty", and I held out my hand feeling a little bit foolish considering how intimate the events of the last few minutes had been. With a chuckle Ted took hold of my hand and gave it a quick shake as he opened the door. We cleaned up and headed out into the world. Ted walked me to the park exit and waved me on as he gave his final words of wisdom, "Remember, as long as you feel okay, Matty, don't ever let anyone tell you different okay? No matter how bad it gets." "Yes sir!" Whilst not really having a clue what he was on about at the time. With a wink and a smile he went back in the opposite direction and I headed on towards the school gates feeling like, for better or worse, my life had been changed forever. Only time would tell.