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This is a fictional story that could have easily happened.
By Larkin, All rights reserved. Jet2larkin at (geemail . kom )
Super Food Mart
He trailed along behind his mother in the Super Food Mart. He was
so bored.
His
mother made matters worse by taking her sweet time examining every single item
that she considered buying.
"Dennis,
do you like lamb?"
Without
looking at her, he shook his head no. She tossed the meat packet back and moved
on to the hamburger.
Dennis's
nine inch long blond hair needed washing and so did his face. His mother had
long since given up trying to keep him clean. In spite of all this his warm
brown eyes demonstrated a youthful and serious beauty. He quietly starred down
at the undone shoe lace that he was trailing. Having just turned ten, Dennis
was deep in thought. The strange thing was he wasn't exactly sure just what it
was that he was thinking of. His mood suddenly took a peculiar turn.
His
oversized tee shirt, sweat shirt tied by its sleeves around his waist and cargo
shorts concealed an incredibly stiff erection that seem to come up out of
nowhere.
What was
it? In spite of his confusion, he could not believe how good it felt. It had
the effect of almost completely overwhelming him.
His cock,
having risen to an intensely erected state was not so large that it couldn't be
easily cloaked behind the tied sleeves of the sweat shirt that went around his
waist. He continued to follow his mother somewhat distantly in a meandering
way.
Even so,
the thought that anyone might notice that he had a boner
in his pants gave him a distinctly warm feeling. After all, he wasn't doing
anything wrong, or was he?
His
pants were loose enough for him to slip a hand down into his underpants and
touch his compact scrotum and his penis with his finger tips. It made his boner
twitch up and down. It sent waves of pleasure from the tip of his penis down
between his legs and it even seem to radiate out from his boy butt. He could
not believe how intense it was.
His mother
placed large plastic bottles of soda into the cart and then steered towards the
chips.
His
three inch penis remained twitchingly erect. Reaching his hand back into his
pants, he retracted his foreskin so that the sensitive penis head would rub
back and forth on the inside of his pants as he walked.
The
sensations from his cock became more and more pleasurable. He strayed farther
from his mother for fear that she might engage him in dumb conversation when he
really wanted to concentrate on his glowing penis.
He stood
in front of a thousand of cans of red beans pulling on the length of his stiff
penis through his pants. It felt so good that he did it again. He did it again
and again.
Dennis's
solitary pre-teen erotic state did not go entirely unobserved. It did catch the
attention the stock boy who was arranging jars of pickles. The stock boy was
working to save money for school. He was about 16. He knew exactly what the
grubby little kid was doing and the thought of it caused his own much larger cock
to fill his pants and stiffen. He squatted down to place jars on the bottom
shelf.
Dennis
turned to notice the stock boy staring at him. They looked each other in the
eyes and realized a shared experience. For
just that moment they were alone in the isle, the stock boy turned, rose up on
his knees and faced Dennis and then traced the shape of his much larger cock in
his pants. He remembered the stock boy gave him a smile full of crooked teeth.
Dennis never imagined that a boner could ever be that big.
Suddenly
Dennis's Mother turned into the isle, pushing a cart and cackling like a giant
chicken. What was going on between the two boys went totally un-noticed to her.
He trailed his mother, but kept looking back at the stock boy who continued to
display himself in a way that only Dennis would see.
The
incident would forever stick in Dennis's mind.