Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2020 15:25:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: bidaddy5@aol.com
Subject: Watson Street

A recent Nifty story triggered an old memory and has led to a nagging need
to fantasise about what may have happened.

The year before we left Aberdeen, I came home from school one afternoon to
find the house locked and my mother and baby brother out. I was not a
latchkey child; they had just abandoned me. I never found out why.

It was raining, and I became very upset as the time wore on and my mother
didn't return. I eventually started to cry. I can remember huddling on the
doorstep of our terraced house and giving voice to a seven-year old's
grief.

The garden gate opened, and a woman I had often seen in the street
approached me. She said she knew my Mum and after finding out what had
happened, offered to take me into her home across the street until my
mother returned. Our street had terraced villas on one side, and
three-story tenements on the other. She said she could see our house from
the window and would be able to tell when my mother returned.

I was so distressed that I accepted, and taking her hand, crossed the road,
went into the passageway leading to the stairs and climbed to the third
floor. It was quite a big attic flat with a dormer window in the front
room, which sure enough gave a clear view of our house. I had never thought
of the working-class people living in those tenements nor that they could
see how we lived in our more expensive houses.

She shouted that we had a visitor, and a man's voice answered from another
room. She commented that the man was her brother. In walked, ......I can
remember the shock of recognition, .......our milkman! I used to see him
every day on my way to school with his horse and cart, He was a short
stocky black-haired guy, handsome with a round deeply tanned face,
prominent lips, and a tendency to seven o'clock shadow even early in the
day. He had a warm smile, always said something cheery to me, and wore a
great uniform.

He was still wearing it as he came into the room, smiling broadly, and
ruffling my hair with a big calloused hand. He smelled of his horse, and
sweat, and tobacco, and of stale milk. His white jacket had green trim and
was tightly belted over his dark green corduroy trousers. His shirt was
spotlessly white with a green tie tight to his throat. Over the ensemble he
wore a long dark green apron with narrow vertical white stripes. It was a
very smart dairy, and the cart had the same green livery, highly polished
with brass trimming and horse pieces. He was not wearing his cap, which he
always wore down over his eyebrows, and slightly askew, which was extremely
sexy. His black hair was tightly curled. Indeed, my mother always said that
like us, he must have had "tinker" somewhere in the family. His eyes were a
piercing dark green. His smile lit up his whole face.

Ever since my first encounters with men in parks, I had had fantasies about
this man, and there he was in the same room as me. He said he had to go and
change and have a bit of a rest, as he'd just come off his ten-hour shift.

After I had been given a cup of hot cocoa and been told to sit on a big
shabby leather pouffe by the fire to get dry and warm, I drifted off into a
half sleepy state.

After a while, the woman shook me awake and told me she was sorry, but she
had to go out for half an hour, but that Jimmy would look after me. I was
happy with that, and indeed a bit excited by the idea. She gathered up
shopping bags from the entrance hall and left.

Immediately after the door closed, Jimmy came out of his room. However,
although he had indeed changed, he was now wearing his cap again, his tie
knot was slid down, shirt open at the neck, revealing a luxuriant growth of
curly black chest hair. My groin started to respond to this vision. As my
eye moved lower, I noticed that his apron fell below the tops of his ankle
boots, which I had only seen under his trousers before. Suddenly, with a
gasp, I realised that of course he was not wearing his trousers. As I
raised my eyes again, I noticed also that the apron was tented out just
below the middle tie which cinched in his waist. He undid the tie and let
the apron fall straight. He looked straight into my stunned wide-open eyes
and smiled like a wolf, in an unmistakeably voraciously sexual way. I
shuddered all over, my groin jumped to attention and I blushed, dropping my
eyes to the floor. There, on the highly polished linoleum floor I could see
between his boots, two drops of a clear liquid which I recognised from the
park. The old guys in the toilet dripped it onto the dirty concrete there;
they called it "thin spunk". As I stared, another drop hung from the hem of
his apron and dropped to join the others.

He moved quickly towards me, and as he did so, it was confirmed that he was
indeed naked under the apron as flashes of thick hairy thighs and legs
became obvious. He came right up to me, raised me off the stool I was
sitting on, lifted me in his powerful arms and shockingly clamped his mouth
on mine and, despite my initial struggle, held it there as his tongue
explored my mouth. I had never been kissed on the mouth, and now this god
of a man, whose stubble was scratching my soft cheeks was passionately
using my lips with his full powerful mouth. The stink of him was
overwhelming; sweat, cigarettes, horse and rancid milk, and what I came to
know as the stink of old spunk, together with another hot perfume which I
now know was pheromones. The flats didn't have a bath, and it may have been
some time since he washed all over. I would have smelled strongly of boy
sweat. We had a bath, but it was only used on Thursdays and this was
Tuesday.

The kissing went on for ages. Saliva began to leak from our frantically
working mouths, over my boy chin and down my neck. My body began to respond
with delight, my struggles subdued, and eventually I became pliant and
lifted myself to receive his embrace, my small body pressing against his
chest, shaking with a passion which matched his.

I was worried that the flow of saliva would wet my school shirt and jacket,
and almost as if he read my mind, he deftly removed them both, throwing
them onto a chair. My whole upper body was now naked against his clothed
chest, the fabric chafing me as I squirmed with lust. His free hand now
groped under his apron, and lubricated with his leakage, pushed down under
my school belt and found my little erect penis, bathing it in his lube, and
began to rub it hard and fast, In minutes I was bucking in ecstasy as he
made me dry cum. Still holding me and kissing me, he pushed my school pants
off onto the floor so that I was completely naked apart from school socks
and shoes. Again, he thrust his hand beneath his apron, plunged his soapy
hand into my underwear, and found my hole. He rubbed his whole lubed hand
between my little buttocks, then began to rub his wet fingers along my
crack, then pushed a finger into my little cunt.

My back arched in ecstasy, my mouth screaming into his, as he plumbed my
virgin depths. He suddenly and deftly switched my position so that I was
upside down with his mouth clamped to my arse. He grabbed my dangling arms
and pushed them under each side of his apron so that they encountered the
big throbbing cock which I knew would be there. It was thick at the base,
but tapered towards the tip, from where the copious stream of viscosity was
flowing. He was a copious pre-comer. He told me to cover my hands in the
stuff and then commanded me to lick them clean. I had tasted precum in the
park toilets, but from old men's knobs, thin and almost tasteless, but
nice. Jimmy's was very thick, and had a strong taste, which I quickly came
to enjoy. I was happy to repeat the collecting and licking. He began to
tongue my hole as my legs arched outwards, opening me to his invasion. I in
the meantime, he commanded me to start wanking that upward pointing
rock-hard prick throbbing under my little hands.

As my arsehole opened, he plunged two fingers in and expertly found my
little virgin G spot, so that I orgasmed again, bucking and shaking and now
screaming into the stillness of the flat.

He lifted his dripping mouth from my hole and told me what a good boy I
was, and that he was going to fuck me for my first time. He stood me on the
wet floor, upright and entirely naked except for shoes and blue socks
halfway up my legs. He stripped naked as I watched enthralled, removing
even the boots, but leaving his tie. He was amazingly and profusely hairy,
his thighs and chest matted with sweat. He was well made, muscles well
defined, but not overly so. Pecs, biceps, thighs all very nice to look at
under the hair, and a slight belly. His cock stuck up almost vertically,
pouring precum down the shaft into the matt of hair almost hiding his tight
balls, and dripping down onto the floor. It was not atall like any I had
seen in the park, most of which had prominent bellends, either with or
without foreskins. His was tapered from the base to tip, the glans was
small, and emerged from a tight foreskin, somewhat like a dog's.

 He turned round so that could I could see how hairy his arse was, then
bent down and allowed his buttocks to part before my face, exposing a dark
matted hairy hole which he gradually backed towards me so that I could
smell his shit, and see the glistening arse lube he had generated. But that
was for another time.

He turned quickly, lifted me again and set me down on the pouffe, my
buttocks pointing towards his cock. He then took my little nipples between
the fingers of one hand, lubing and twisting them so that my body arched
and bucked. His other hand replenished from his flowing slit, engulfed my
tiny genitals and wanked mercilessly so that my thighs widened, my little
bubble butt lifted, and my hole began to open.

I could feel the heat of his knob end before it touched my anal ring, and
then he thrust forward so that I was quickly impaled on the narrow tip as
it slid almost effortlessly past my muscles. Nevertheless, I screamed loud
and long.

Using the hand engulfing my cock and little balls, he lifted me up and back
slowly forcing the widening length of his big cock into my tiny body. I
couldn't see how I could take it all, but I did. My screaming was now
continuous, but when the tip hit my little young prostate, the sound
subsided to moans and my body stopped resisting the invasion.

He slowly withdrew the length of the thing, always wanking and pinching,
then pushed back in. slowly this time. I began to feel my arse push back to
take the length of the hot muscle, hard and soft at the same time. The
sensation of pain subsided and was overtaken by a rush of extraordinary
feelings which began to overwhelm me. He commented that he could see I was
going to like being a cunt, and began to accelerate his penetrations, and
to moan and gasp, as did I. I felt very special that this big man found
fucking me so pleasurable. It was not long before I had another crashing
orgasm, tightening my gut around his shaft and milking him hard as my body
tuned with his. This brought him to the edge of orgasm. I could feel the
column inside my little body enlarge and become burning hot, and suddenly,
with a great swearing shout, he pumped what felt like gallons of real hot
man spunk right up inside me. I was ecstatic.

He withdrew slowly, then squatted down to lick my arsehole, tonguing and
sucking and telling me what a good boy I had been. He did this for some
minutes as my anal muscles began to tighten. Then he stood me up, lifted me
into his arms again, and kissed me long and hard. I could taste his spunk
and my arse juices.

He told me we needed to hurry and helped me to dress. I sat down by the
fire again as he went into his bedroom. He came out quickly, wearing the
green corduroy trousers and the white shirt open at the neck. He looked so
beautiful. I was madly in love with him.

His sister returned almost immediately, and I'm sure I saw her wink at
Jimmy as she asked how I'd been. He said we had had a fun time together.

My mother was mad at me, oddly enough, for going off with this woman she
clearly knew, although it had been her desertion that triggered the
happening. She whacked me across the buttocks. However, she didn't comment
on the odd way I was walking, on the smell of milkman and spunk on my
clothes. Perhaps it was guilt?

I didn't wash for a couple of days.

We had a few fun times together after that, and I became a boy expert at
pleasing Jimmy, and once or twice, his friends too. I became a frequenter
of the toilets in both our nearby parks.

One day I was amazed to see Jimmy standing outside the big park toilet
block, in his corduroys, a grey shirt almost open to his navel, a short
black leather jacket and a cap tilted back over his curls. He looked
amazing. That time, he waved me away, and crestfallen, I hid behind some
shrubs to see what would happen. Quite quickly a couple of guys about his
age in worker's clothes, but much bigger and tougher looking, came up to
him, and they went into the toilet. I followed and realised all three were
in a stall. I went into an adjoining one, stood on the cistern and peered
over the wall to watch in amazement as Jimmy, naked, was spit roasted by
the two fully clothed lusty guys.

We left for Edinburgh within the year, and I never saw him again.