Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2013 11:09:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Baa Baa Black Sheep 2

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Baa Baa Black Sheep    Part Two


It was a few days before I could find some time when I could be alone with
no one else home to continue my explorations. I was kind of scared. I
didn't want to risk being caught naked when I wasn't supposed to be and I
definitely didn't want to get caught with "dirty pictures," my dad would
take me into the garage, order me to take my pants down and give me a
bare-ass spanking with his belt. I was tempted several times to take the
pictures out of my secret hiding place and look at them, but even just
thinking about them made me hard.

It was the following week right after school when I had my chance.  My dad
was still at work, of course, and my mom had left a note on the kitchen
table that she was going to be out running a few errands. I dropped my
books and ran right upstairs. I shut the door to my bedroom tight. My heart
was pounding in my chest as I kneeled down to pull out the bottom drawer of
my dresser to access my secret hiding place. I pulled out the old, yellowed
page with the two "dirty" pictures. Just seeing the images of animal lust
again caused me to harden instantly. I jumped up and stripped off my school
clothes, beside myself with excitement. I stood naked and hard in my
bedroom.

I rummaged through my sock drawer to find the pair of woolen socks I had
used to rub myself with last Saturday. I pulled one of the socks out and
allowed it to lightly brush my erect penis. A jolt of electricity shot up
my spine. I inhaled sharply with an uncontrolled gasp.

"Ohhh!"

I immediately wanted to stroke myself again like I did the last time, but
more so I wanted to see what it felt like to do what the ram was doing in
the picture. I took my pillows out from under my bedspread and stacked
them, one on top of the other, lengthwise on my bed. I put the wool sock on
top of the pillows and smoothed it down. Putting the magazine page with the
pictures on my bedspread in the light cast from my bedroom window, I
climbed onto my bed and positioned myself above my pillows on all fours
just like the ram in the picture. I lowered my hips bringing my erect penis
into contact with the sock. I moaned out loud with sensual satisfaction.

"Unnnhh!"

I pressed down, pushing my iron hard penis firmly into the rough wool. I
could feel the itchy fibers poking into the hairless skin of my tightened
scrotum. I began to instinctually thrust, letting out a deep guttural
groan.

"Unnnggh!"

Unconsciously, I pushed my hips forward again and again; I couldn't seem to
stop myself. I arched my back. My eyelids were tightly shut. My mouth hung
open. I forced myself to open my eyes so I could look down at the picture
of the ram mounted in copulation. Upon seeing the ram's tensed haunches, my
own buttocks clenched in sympathy and I went over the top. I let out a
shout as my orgasm crashed upon me.

"Ahhhhhh!"

My thighs spread. I froze, paralyzed. My penis spasmed painfully. I tried
to hold my breath from the sheer pleasure, but I failed, repeatedly gasping
in visceral release.

"Ahhh!  Ahhh!  Uhhh!"

I collapsed heavily on top of the stack of pillows. I think I lost
consciousness for a short period of time. My entire body tingled, spent
with pleasure. Feeling the coolness of the air on my naked skin, I slowly
writhed in bodily satisfaction against the pillows mounded beneath me.  The
opening at the tip of my penis burned with pain as it pressed into the
prickly wool of my sock. I didn't want it to stop. I was able, with the
slightest movement, to continue the aching ecstasy.

After a few minutes of post-orgasmic bliss, I raised myself up on my hands
and knees and looked down between my legs. The reddened crown of my boyish
penis stared back at me. I sat back on my haunches and delicately touched
my too sensitive member. My pouting meatus was agape. The crimson corona
was too painful to touch. I reached down lower and ran the tips of my
fingers lightly over my taut, hairless scrotum. I shivered at the tingles
that ran back to my tightened anal orifice.

I wanted to do it again.

I got back up on all fours over my pillows. I looked at the picture ram
entering the ewe.  Wanting to imitate his deep penetration, I positioned
the tip of my still stiffly erect penis at the opening of the wool sock. I
moved my hips forward and slid slowly into the woolen fold. The tip of my
glans stung as the sensitive opening was pushed into the rough fabric. But
even more intense than that was the unbearable tingles as my raised corona
slowly entered the bristly passage. I didn't know if I could stand the pain
- or the pleasure. I looked down at the fervid, primal act depicted in
black-and-white before my eyes. I began to thrust, pushing forward with my
thighs, driving my turgid member in to the hilt. I pulled back quickly from
the pain. The tickling sensations along my rigid shaft caused me to thrust
forward immediately.

Back and forward.  Repeatedly.  Automatically.

I desperately wanted to press my constricted sack hard against my
pillows. The muscles in my arms and chest were tensed; my knees and toes
pressed into my mattress as I rhythmically violated my sock. The pace of my
thrusts increased. I exhaled vocally from the physical effort of my first
sexual penetration and the waves of pleasure coursing through my body from
my young penis.

"Ohh ... Mmngh ... Nhhnn ... Unnhh ... Ohhh ..."

I could feel it.  It was going to happen again.

"Uh ...Uhhh ... "

My body rigid, I orgasmed.

"Unnggh! ...  Unnggh! ... Unghh! ... Unhh ... unhh ... ohhh!"

I collapsed in a heap.  My head was swimming.  I didn't think I could move.
I lay there for I don't know how long.  I couldn't believe that this sort
of pleasure was possible.  What was I going to do?  I needed to do this as
often as possible, but how could I?  I couldn't groan and cry out in the
ecstasy of my new discovery without being overheard in my bedroom.  I
didn't see how I could resolve this dilemma.

And what if I were found out?  Aside from being punished, how could I face
my parents if they knew I was doing these "dirty" things?  I got up from my
bed, resolved to hide the evidence of my naughty activities.  I worked
quickly, conscious that I was still naked, and tidied my bed, putting my
pillows back in their place, covering them with my bedspread.  I put my
sock back into the drawer, smoothed and neatly folded with its mate so no
one could tell what I had done with it. I hid the pictures as deep as I
could in my secret hiding place.  I felt guilty at having a picture of
animals "doing it."  I felt guilty and ashamed at doing what I had done
myself.  I didn't want to be a bad boy, but I knew I wouldn't be able to
stop rubbing my weiner, it felt too good.

As I got dressed in my afterschool clothes, I relished feeling the cool
cotton of my undies on my very sore penis and the deep, warm satisfaction
feeling myself packed into my tight jeans.  Later that evening, when my mom
and dad were home, I could still feel the afterglow in my pants.  I worried
that my parents would know I had done something bad, but nothing was
different except my new found awareness of what pleasures were possible
with my "boy equipment."


End of Part Two.


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