Date: Thu, 04 Jun 2015 10:13:55 -0400 From: Full Name Subject: Bike Boy (Part Two) Bike Boy (Part Two) I got home and almost ran to my bedroom and locked the door. I was buzzing that all my teasing had come to actually spunking off in a man's hand! I couldn't believe how exciting it felt to have my cock fondled by that stranger and the intense feeling as my cock pumped involuntarylly into his hand. The image of his shorts tenting so close to my face with something inside that was obviously much bigger than my boy cock but just as hard had my cock stiff again. I lay on the bed and began stroking myself. I was only five inches long, not very thick with just a few wispy pubes around the base. My cock stood straight and proud as an arrow, the head just a bit wider than the shaft. I wish I'd not been cut, but the head was a perfect helmet shape. The cocks I'd managed to glimpse on the internet were massive. And massively interesting! I was now wishing I'd had the nerve to grasp that huge looking hidden cock in the shorts of that stranger. Maybe he would be there in the park tomorrow? My thoughts drifted back to the first time I'd held an adult cock. I was always the initiator I think. Some might contend this is not possible, but in my case I think it's fair to say I was. My experiences were never against my will. My curiosity new no bounds as to that soft and sometimes hard bulge that lay hidden in men's pants. I think the men who were interested, sensed that. The first experience was with a babysitter. I was about nine and made every effort to clamber onto his lap and accidentally press my hands onto that secret area. Then one night he decided to wear a dressing gown (for obvious reasons in hindsight the dirty bugger!) and so we were play fighting on my bed when the inevitable happened, his gown fell open. He pretended not to notice but as he was kneeling on the bed my eyes must have been wide at the pole of flesh sticking up from between his legs. I simply reached out and grabbed it. He just leaned back on his arms, pushed his hips forward for me so that his cock thrust up and I took it in both hands and played with it. My fingers couldn't reach around the girth as both my hands gripped the solid stalk with the head standing free above. I remember how hot and silky the skin felt as it slipped over the facinating hardness beneath. I can remember giggling as I pulled it towards me and then let it spring back and slap against his stomach. I did this a few times before he stopped me, held his hands over mine and showed me how to rub up and down the length. "Like this, like this', he whispered. This was naughty but I loved it and quickly got the idea. As I pulled the skin down, his cock head would be revealed, all glistening and wet, only for it to be covered up again by the loose skin on the upstroke. I was soon jacking him with both hands for all I was worth, kneeling between his open legs, his balls bouncing wildly. I don't remember playing with his balls. Then 'it' happened. He thrust his hips high and I remember my fingers being forced open as his cock suddenly pulsed beneath them with the spunk blasting up its length. An instant later and a fountain was spraying into the air before me. I immediatly jumped back and stared at the scene. This huge (to me) cock thrust up into the air, balls bunched tight against the base as it twitched and blew seamen in pulses high into the air. The first astonishing fountain of cum quickly faded, the white fluid dribbling over the head and down the thick stalk before another gush of seamen not so high this time. I think he sprayed such a mess on the bed that I don't remember what happened next. He must have had to clean up damn sharpish, or maybe he was feeling guilty, I don't know. But he didn't do anything else with me and I don't remember him again after that and soon after I simply forgot about the incident. But my curiosity would resurface a few years later with another man who took me to the cinema on a day out. Remembering all this made me cum again, my boyish spunk spattering my belly. I remember how the guy licked his hand of my spunk so I did the same. It tasted of nothing much and I wondered if a man's spunk would be different. I definitely wanted to find out. And I would...