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Story title "Peter's Awakening" (Mboy)

I have previously posted most of this story on another site but I have now
decided to rewrite it fully.





                      PETER'S AWAKENING Chapter 1.



I hated school and was very happy to leave before my 15th birthday.  I soon
found a job as an apprentice machinist in a large factory which I found
interesting and I enjoyed meeting the guys and girls who worked there.

Some of the girls were around my age and I thought they were sexy and I had
many enjoyable times masturbating while I imagined having sex with them.

Sex had always interested me a lot.  I think I first started to actually
masturbate when I was about eight years old, although I can remember
thinking about sex from when I first became aware of women.

I became friendly with a guy named Frank and we usually had our lunchbreak
together.  He was always interested in what I had to say and he made me
feel good.  Frank would often raise the subject of sex with me, making me
feel like an equal which I enjoyed. I felt a bit embarrassed when he got me
to admit that I had never had sex with a girl but I felt better when he
told me I had plenty of time yet.

Frank was about 25 years old, single, good looking with a slim fit body and
into motorcycles. I felt comfortable answering the questions he often asked
me.

After I had been working at the factory for a few weeks Frank told me he
had just taken delivery of a new motorcycle and asked if I would like to
learn how to ride it.  I was thrilled and when he told me he would pick me
up at home that evening I could hardly wait.

Frank arrived right on time and away we went with me on the back.  I felt
at first a bit uncomfortable when Frank told me to put my arms around his
waist but I soon felt good and it wasn't long before we came to a quiet
road in an old pine forest.

Frank explained the workings of the bike and I got on the front With Frank
on the back and away we went in first gear.  I soon got the hang of it and
began to really feel great.

I had been riding for about ten minutes when I got a fright as Frank
dropped one of his hands down into my lap.  I thought at first he had done
it accidentally.  After a few seconds I felt his hand cup around my
genitals and give me a gentle squeeze.

I quickly took one hand from the handlebars and lifted his hand away from
me.  He didn't react in any way but a minute or so later just as I began to
feel a bit relaxed he did it again.

This time when I took his hand away he said coldly "Stop the bike, I think
it's time for me to take you home now."

When we got home I felt disappointed when Frank said "Let me know when
you're REALLY interested in riding my bike and we can go out again," before
he rode away.

For the next couple of weeks he ignored me at work.  I felt rotten and
lonely but I knew what he meant when he said 'Really interested.'  I wanted
to ride his bike but I didn't want him to touch me there.  I knew it was
wrong but sometimes I found I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how
exciting it had felt.

By the monday of the third week I had made up my mind.  I would have to let
him fondle me there, but only on the outside of my clothes,that's all.  I
waited until there was no one close by at work and I went over to Frank and
felt my face burning as I said quietly "I really would like you to take me
out on your bike again, Frank."

He broke into a lovely smile which made me feel good and he said "That's
good Peter, what about tonight then?"  I felt embarrassed but I managed to
answer "That would be great."

Frank arrived at my house on time as before and soon we were back at the
quiet road.  I felt nervous as I got on the front of the bike but when
nothing happened for a while I felt able to relax a little.

Just when I thought he wouldn't want to touch me and strangely a tiny bit
disappointed, I got a fright when his hand slid into my crotch and cupped
me.  Without thinking I gripped his hand and moved it away from me.

Nothing further happened for a second or two and then I heard Frank say
"Well it looks as though I've misunderstood something, maybe I should take
you home now."  I couldn't think for a moment then I pretended not to hear
him.

Then I felt his hand move into my crotch again.  I held my breath.  Frank
hesitated and then I felt his hand cupping me. It felt so exciting, and I
realised my cock was starting to get hard. I continued to control the bike,
I was only in first gear and going slowly and I found I had to swallow all
the saliva that had suddenly appeared in my mouth.

His fingers began to gently explore the shape of my cock and balls inside
my thin shorts.  I was wearing a little pair of jockettes and as my cock
got harder it was caught up bent over and it felt uncomfortable.  Frank
then used his other hand as well and after a while he was able to
straighten my cock out in my underwear and it felt a bit better although my
cock was pushing hard against the fabric.

It felt so good as he continued to caress me through my clothes. He would
use the fingers of one hand to stroke my cock and feel around the ridge of
my knob while his other hand would gently knead my balls. It was so sexy
that it wasn't long before I started to get worried that I would cum in my
underwear.

Frank seemed to know somehow just when I would get close and he would leave
my cock alone for a while, gently caressing my bare thigh before returning
to my rigid cock.  Soon I felt that I wanted to cum, really wanted to, so
if my clothes were wet with my semen, so what!

I felt one of Frank's hands leave my crotch and slowly slide up over my
belly and start to undo the buttons on my thin shirt.  His hand slipped
inside and began to play with my nipples.  I liked it.  I could feel them
getting hard as he rolled them between his fingers and squeezed them.  It
began to get a bit uncomfortable when he began to pull on them and as he
started to pull harder I squirmed and made a noise.

Frank said into my ear, "Ssssh Peter," and then he dropped his hand back to
fondle my balls as before.  When he went back to my nipples again a couple
of minutes later and began to pull and pinch them again I decided to put up
with it and not complain, it was so lovely having my cock stroked.

We rode around for about an hour before he took me home.  I could have
ridden around for hours but when Frank suggested we could go out the
following evening I was pleased.  I couldn't wait to get into the shower,
my balls were aching, swollen, and I was dying to masturbate.

As I shot my semen in hard jets against the glass shower enclosure I felt
embarrassed as I thought about how good it would be if Frank was doing it
to me.  When I got into bed I masturbated again, and my orgasm was just as
powerful and delicious as before.

Next day at work I felt a bit shy meeting Frank but when he gve me his
usual big lovely smile I felt okay.  We talked for a while and then I
blushed when he asked me if I had enjoyed going out riding with him the
night before.  I had to look away as I murmured "Yes Frank."

Then he smiled again as he asked "I bet you wanked yourself when you got
inside last night, you did, didn't you?"  I felt really embarrassed but I
managed to mumble "Yes."  I turned away but before I could take a step
Frank put his hands on my shoulders and whispered next to my ear "And you
imagined it was my hand on your cock, didn't you?"

I walked away.  My face was burning but I felt excited and I found myself
looking forward to that evening.  That afternoon when I was changing out of
my overalls I noticed Frank was looking at the bulge in my jockettes and I
felt cheeky enough to turn so that he could have a good look for a moment
before I quickly turned away.  I was rewarded with a big smile.

Frank was nearly an hour late by the time he came to pick me up that
evening.  I was really feeling down by then but when he finally arrived it
felt like Christmas.  He wasted no time in getting his hands onto me when I
took over on the front of his bike, and I smiled to myself when I heard him
say "You little darling Peter, you've been wanting this, haven't you?" when
his fingers found I was already half hard.

Earlier I had arranged my cock in my jockettes so that it was up against my
belly, but it was still a bit uncomfortable as my knob pressed up against
the tight waistband.  Frank played with me as he did so well, it was
heaven.  Again I let him open my shirt and play with my nipples.  They
stung when he pulled them and pinched them but I put up with it, letting
him do as he wished.

He made no effort to open my shorts, I was glad about that.  I had made up
my mind that I would never let him do that.  As the night before, I was
dying to cum, but it seemed Frank was not going to let me.  When he took me
home I stood next to him as he sat on his bike.  My hopes rose when he
reached down to my crotch and began to gently squeeze my knob.

"You like this, don't you, Peter?"

"Yes," I replied.

"What am I doing to you then?" he asked.

"You're touching me," I said.

"What am I doing, say it properly," he said.

I said quietly, "You're playing with my cock, Frank."

"That's right darling, let's not be shy with each other.  I am playing with
your cock and you like it alright.  You'd like to cum right now, wouldn't
you?"

"Yes Frank, I'm dying to cum", I said, almost pleading with him.

"Maybe tomorrow night then, would you like me to make you cum then?"

I felt excited.  "Yes Frank, yes please."

"Well you musn't cum tonight then, you'll have to promise me that you will
play with your balls and even play a bit with your cock but not let
yourself cum, will you promise?"

"Yes" I said.

"No, Peter, I want you to say the promise properly," Frank said firmly.

I did as he wanted.  He smiled and, letting go of my cock he suddenly put
his arm around me and pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips. I got a
surprise but I didn't mind it.  Frank rode off and I went inside.  As I
showered I felt my swollen hard balls and hard cock and gave it a couple of
strokes but made myself go to bed without masturbating.

Next morning when I met Frank at work he asked me if I had kept my promise.
I felt pleased when he smiled and told me I was a good boy when I had told
him I had.  At lunchtime Frank went out for a while and when he came back
to work he handed me a little parcel and told me it was a little present
for me.

When no one was around I opened it and found two pairs of white boxer
underpants in my size.  I realised Frank wanted me to wear a pair when we
went out on his bike so that my genitals would have more room and he could
play with me better.  I grinned when I saw that he had cut off the little
flybuttons on them, he was a great guy alright.

That afternoon I let Frank have a good look at my crotch when I got
changed.  No one else was watching as I pulled my jockettes a bit tighter
up into my crotch so that the shape of my privates was more defined.  I
could see Frank staring at me there and then I felt more excited when I saw
him lick his lips with the tip of his wet tongue.

I was pleased when Frank arrived that evening on time to pick me up.  Soon
after I took over the controls of his bike he began to play with me.  He
gently bit my ear and told me how much he liked me when he found my cock
was already hard, sticking straight up out of the fly of my boxer underwear
inside my thin summer shorts.

"I see you liked my little present darling, your young cock feels so good,"
he said.  We rode around, it was a very quiet road in the forest, almost
nobody ever used it and as we rode along I was thinking about how good it
was going to be soon when I ejaculated inside my shorts.

But Frank was up to his usual tricks.  Everytime I got really close he
would leave my cock and move his hand up to my nipples.  He would pinch
them really hard, pulling and rolling them between his fingers, it really
hurt me.

I wanted to ask him to keep going everytime he got me so close to cumming
but I felt too embarrassed to do so.  When he finally took me home I was
hoping he might let me cum as I stood beside him as he sat on his bike.  We
talked for a while.

"You want to cum darling, don't you?" he asked, as he fondled my aching
cock.

"Yes please, I do." I answered.

"You wank a lot, don't you?"

I admitted I did.

"Every night, I reckon," he said.

I admitted to that too.

"How old were you when you first started to wank this lovely cock?"

"I think I was about eight years old Frank," I said.  I was happy to answer
his questions, I hoped if I did he would let me cum.

"What about when you could cum, how old were you then?"

"When I was twelve," I replied. "I couldn't cum much then though."

"How old are you now then?"

"I'm fourteen, nearly fifteen," I replied.

"I reckon you can cum a lot now Peter darling, as far as I can tell through
your clothes your young cock is a nice normal size but your balls feel
really big, bigger than most men I reckon."

I felt good when Frank said that.  I had often noticed how my balls were
much bigger than other boys at school when we showered after sport and how
our athletics master had always seemed to be looking at them when I was
nude.

Then I was really disappointed when Frank said, "Anyway Peter, no wanking
tonight, I want you to have lots of your juice saved up for me.  He saw the
look of disappointment on my face and added, "We'll go out again next
Monday night, but only if you keep your promise not to let yourself cum
until I let you."

When I agreed he made me repeat my promise to him and he told me he'd know
if I broke it.

I think there was a couple more working days that week, Frank was really
nice to me at work but he was always reminding me about my promise.  He
would tell me to massage my balls for at least half an hour every night in
bed but definitely not to let myself cum.

In the changerooms I made sure to let him see me in my underwear.  I still
wore my tight little jockettes to work and when I was changing before or
after work I always took my time, facing him and sometimes lifting one leg
up onto a bench so that he could have a good look at the shape of my cock
and balls inside my underpants.

I was so horny I thought I'd explode if I didn't cum soon.


                                      ***************

Monday finally arrived.  It seemed to take forever, and all day at work I
noticed Frank hardly looked at me and at luchtime he hardly spoke.  He was
late to pick me up, I felt rotten, imagining that he'd changed his mind and
just wasn't really interested in me.

After I'd got onto the back of his bike I found that we weren't going to
our usual quiet road.  Frank told me to be quiet and wait and see where
were going.  I sat there hanging onto him, wondering.

Soon we arrived up into the big bush park overlooking the city and Frank
drove along a track until we came to a secluded park bench with a good view
of the river.  We parked the bike and sat down, with Frank on my right.

Nothing happened for a minute, I was feeling a bit nervous.  Frank then
began to talk softly to me and soon I felt okay.  He put his left arm over
my shoulders and hugged me, telling me how much he liked me and what a good
looking boy I was.

As I sat there he unbuttoned my shirt with his right hand and slipped it
inside.  My nipples were big, they seemed to be a lot bigger than they'd
been a couple of weeks ago and Frank told me how much he liked my big
nipples as he began to play with them.

When he began to pinch and pull at them I complained so he bent forward,
turning me towards him and I watched as he bent towards me and began to
suck on them.  It felt good, he sucked and licked each one in turn, it felt
really sexy.

After he'd sucked them really hard for a while he sat back and I was able
to look down and see how much they had grown.  I waited impatiently for him
to put his hands on my cock and masturbate me.  He talked softly to me for
a few minutes and then I was thrilled when he put his right hand onto my
thigh and began to caress my leg.

When he questioned me about being true to my promise I was able to
truthfully reply that I had not let myself cum since he asked me not to.
My cock was hard and waiting and I thrilled inside as his hand slowly moved
up over my leg and began to caress my cock.

I got a fright when I felt him starting to undo the buttons on the fly of
my trousers and I quickly took his hand away.

"Don't Frank," I said.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't want you to do that."

"Why not?  I thought we were good friends," he said.

"I just don't want you to," I replied.

He didn't speak for a moment and then he said with a sigh "I guess I've got
it wrong, I thought you wanted me to let you cum tonight."

I didn't reply.  I didn't know what to think.

"Maybe I should take you home now," he said sadly.

I couldn't think.  I felt so disappointed, I had been looking forward to it
so much.  I stood up and said "I'm just going over into the bush for a piss
Frank."

Frank replied gently, "Okay Peter, then we'll get going."

I walked over into the bush.  It was a moonlit night and I could see good.
I opened my fly and took my cock out.  It had gone down a bit and I held it
in my hand.  I didn't want a piss, I wanted to be wanked, and wanked, and
wanked, I wanted to spurt my semen, and I wanted Frank to be doing it to
me.

I had sudden mixed up thoughts.  If I forgot to button up my trousers and
Frank put his hand inside then it wouldn't really be me letting him, it
would just be an accident that it happened.

I tried not to think any more.  I tucked my cock back inside my trousers
and leaving my fly open I went back over and sat down next to Frank.  He
didn't say or do anything.  I waited a moment and then lifted his hand onto
my leg.  Nothing happened for a moment and then I felt him moving his hand
slowly up into my crotch.

I held my breath as he got closer.  I heard him catch his breath as he
realised that my flybuttons were all undone.  Then he slowly let his
fingers seek inside.  My heart thumped madly as he found my cock.  With his
left hand he turned my head towards his and he leaned to me and kissed me
tenderly as I felt his fingers wrap around my cock.

I could hardly breathe.  It was so gorgeously exciting.  Frank broke our
kiss and said tenderly, "Thank you darling, your young cock feels so
wonderful."  He began to caress me, then I sat back and let him undo the
waistband of my trousers and open them wide.

Frank opened my boxer shorts wide and I saw him looking down at my cock
standing up proudly in the moonlight.  He gave it a couple of strokes and
then carefully lifted my balls out so that they hung down outside my
clothing.

We kissed again as he carefully felt my cock and balls all over.  When I
felt his tongue trying to gain entry into my mouth I opened my lips and let
it in.  "Suck my tongue darling" he whispered and I did so and then he
sucked mine.

"You've got a beautiful cock, darling," he said.

I felt I couldn't wait.  "Please let me cum, Frank," I said.

"Soon, darling, soon, we've got plenty of time, let me get to know your
adorable jewels first, then I'll let you spurt your precious cream."

It was so incredible.  So exciting, as Frank played with me.  In between
sucking and pulling so hard on my nipples he would caress my balls, wet his
fingers with his saliva and trail them over my cock, around my jutting
kerb, stroking me so close to ejaculating and then leaving me on the very
edge.

I got a surprise when Frank carefully wiped his fingertip over the end of
my knob and then sucked it into his mouth.  He stroked me a couple of
times, then pulled the skin of my cock down firmly so that I was almost
ready to cum again.

He slowly wiped his finger over the end of my knob again and pushed it into
my mouth.  His finger was wet, covered with my pre-cum, I had never tasted
it before and I was surprised how salty it was but how smooth, it felt as
though the entire inside of my mouth was plated with the most slippery
film.

He began to question me as he liked to do.  I willingly answered, all I
could think of was spurting my lot.

"Have you tasted yourself like that before?"

I admitted that I hadn't.

"Did you like it?"

I said I didn't mind it.

"What about your cum. Have you tasted that?"

"No Frank, never," I replied.

"Well cum tastes a lot like it, maybe a little thicker and creamier
though."

"I love your cock.  It's nice and neatly circumcised, like mine. Have you
ever let a man or maybe another boy play with it before?

"No, Frank, never."

I could tell he was really pleased by my answer.

"What about a girl, then?"

I told him no.

"And I really love your big balls, they make the precious juices that
belong to me, don't they."

I didn't answer.

Frank waited a moment and then said "Do you understand what I'm saying
Peter?"

"No Frank, I don't understand."

"Well darling, if we are going to be really good friends, you have to
pomise that your cock and balls and all the sweet cream they make belong to
me. Now promise me."

I didn't understand clearly, but I was still hoping so much to be
masturbated and I promised Frank as he wanted.

He questioned me again about how young I was when I first masturbated, he
seemed very interested and told me he wished he could have watched me when
I was having my first wank.

He kissed me again and then said what I'd been waiting to hear.

"Now darling, it's time for me to take your precious cum, isn't it?"

"Yes please Frank," I said.

Frank took something out of his pocket.  I looked.  It was a pair of girl's
white satin panties with a blue ribbon threaded around the waistband.  He
gently spread them over my cock and balls and then began to masturbate me,
ever so slowly and then a little faster.

It was wonderful and I rapidly approached my release.  It seemed so kinky
and sexy to have my cock inside a girl's panties.  Then he stopped.  I
thought "Nooooo!!"

"You will do anything for me Peter, won't you darling?" he said thickly.

"Yes, yes, anything, please Frank," I exclaimed.

"Alright my love, let it go now, give it all to me darling, spurt your
cream out of this precious young cock," he breathed as he began to
masturbate me with such skill.

I rapidly approached the top of the mountain and then began to cum.  I must
have clenched my teeth, I'm sure I made a lot of noise, I shuddered and
shook, heart hammering, I felt like I couldn't breathe as I spurted my
semen, jet after jet into the smooth satin.

It was the most incredible, most wonderful and intense orgasm I'd ever had.
I would have done anything for him then, and it went on and on as he
continued to masturbate me.

When I was finally able to think clearly I sat there, I felt like I'd just
run twenty miles at top speed, but I felt so good.  Frank kissed me and
then wiped my cock and balls over with the panties.  He held them up.  I
could see he was amazed at how wet they were.

"Peter love, that's incredible, look how wet they are, so much cum, oh
darling, you're wonderful.  I knew you'd be a juicy boy the first time I
saw you at work, but I never dreamed you could give me this much."

I sat there, heart still thumping and watched as Frank quickly got out his
own cock.  I was interested to see it was big, it looked about seven inches
long and thick with a big knob.  He wrapped the panties over his own cock
and began to masturbate.  It was only a few moments and I realised he was
cumming.

I had never seen anyone else masturbate before and I found I couldn't take
my eyes away from him as he pumped his juice into the panties. His orgasm
was soon over and then when he found I was still as hard as a rock he was
excited.

"Oh darling, look at you.  You're still hard aren't you.  I think you'd
like to go again, is that right?"

I wasn't at all shy as I replied, "Yes Frank, I want to very much."

Frank laid the panties over my cock and balls again.  They were very wet
with all of our semen, and the sensations of the warm wet patches and the
cold wet patches felt so delicious as he began to masturbate me again.

I think it wasn't long and I was cumming again, he kissed me and sucked my
tongue as I was able to give another couple of good spurts into the sopping
panties.  I knew then that I wasn't going to masturbate myself again when
it was so much more exciting and satisfying for him to do it to me.

I felt so good.  Frank was so pleased with me.  I felt full of love for him
and I wanted to please him.  He kept on saying to me how happy he was he'd
found me, what fun and interesting things we were going to do together.

He held up the panties, semen was dripping from them onto his trousers but
he didn't seem to mind.  He held them up to his face, and then breathed in,
the aroma of our semen was so strong and then I watched as he licked some
of the semen from them.

He held them out to me but I shook my head.  He chuckled and said "Maybe
not now, but later on perhaps darling."

Frank reminded me of my promise again when he took me home, but it wasn't
necessary, I only wanted to be masturbated by him from then on.


                                       *************

End of this chapter.