Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2005 06:28:37 -0800
From: Bob Hook <bobhook10@hotmail.com>
Subject: boyhood of men (part four)

The run of rainy weather had finally played itself out, and pleasantly warm,
sunny, days had returned. I had lazed around the house all morning, and was
now finishing my lunch, as I contemplated the adventure options for the
afternoon, and decided I should venture over to the nearby park, and see if
there were any other kids about, to maybe hang out with, play some Frisbee,
or whatever.

I cleaned up my lunch mess, and went to my bedroom, selected a pair of
shorts, and a tee shirt, ankle socks, and clean white briefs. I dressed, and
pulled on my favorite old tennis shoes, and wrote a note for my Mom, telling
her I was at the park.  I locked the house, and pedaled my bike to the park,
and locked it in the bike rack. Walking, I made a loop of the park, but
didn't encounter any of my friends, just several grownups walking, or
sitting, eating lunch. A little disappointed, I settled for the swings, and
began swinging myself, my bare legs kicking higher, on each pass, as I
kicked, forcing the swing arc higher, and higher, as I squealed with
delight!

"Wow, Son, you're really going high, there!" I heard from below, and as my
body passed downward through the swing arc, I saw a man standing to the side
of the swings, watching me, a friendly smile on his face. "Yea!" I replied,
"Pretty cool, huh, Mister!" I squeaked in return, a delighted grin painted
across my boyish face. "Definitely, very cool!" He replied, chuckling, "I'd
offer to push you, but it doesn't really look like you need it!" He
chuckled, his head moving back and forth, following my movements. I laughed,
and answered, "For sure, if I was going much higher, I'd probably fly right
out of the seat!" He laughed some more, and said, "well, young man, we
surely don't want that to happen!" I nodded again, and giggled, and kicked
higher still, somewhat showing off for the man, now. "Be careful, Son!" He
admonished me. "Naaa," I responded, "Just watch this, Mister!" and I kicked
my hardest, causing the swing to fly backward, to the full extent of the
chains, then, rush forward, moving very fast, to the opposing arc extent,
where I lost my hand grip, and literally flew off the back of the swing,
landing in the sand with a serious thud, virtually at the man's feet!
"OOOFFF!" I yelped, as the wind was blasted from my lungs on impact, and I
flopped around on the packed sand, like a beached fish!

The man immediately knelt at my side, placed his hand behind my head, lifted
it, and began anxiously asking me if I was hurt! I gasped, and choked, some,
sucking wind, and trying to get my breath back, as I became aware of a sharp
pain in my back, and I reached behind me to feel what damage was done, as I
struggled to get to a sitting position. Bringing my hand back in front, I
looked, and freaked, seeing a smear of blood on my fingers! "Oh shit,
Mister!" I yelped, "I'm all bleeding!" The man leaned behind me, and said,
"Just take it easy, Son, let me see what's up, back here!" I leaned forward,
sniveling a little, as he pushed my tee shirt up my back, his head very
close to my skin, and I felt his warm, damp, breath on my bare back. "Hmm,"
He muttered, "Looks like just a scrape, from the sand, I expect, not
serious, but no doubt painful!" I sniveled some more, and began squirming,
trying to pull my tee shirt over my head, saying, "Oh gosh Mister, I can't
get blood on this shirt, it's like my very favorite!" He chuckled at that,
then, gripped the hem of my shirt, skinning it over my head, as I  raised my
arms. "There you go, Son!" He said, then turned my shirt all directions,
saying, "See.....no blood!" I smiled at him, and relaxed a little, realizing
that I wasn't actually hurt, just a minor skin abrasion, from skidding on
the sand. I looked at the man, and realized that he was staring at me, or
more precisely, at my bare chest, and tummy, his soft eyes roaming my naked
skin, and I felt the tingle then, a sharp stab in my little balls, and
little butter fly's inside my tummy! I knew that look, it was just like Mr.
Wilson, and Steve, and Mr. Tucker looked at me, and I knew what the look
meant, too! I looked closer at him then, deciding he was nice looking, maybe
like 40 years old, and I saw the look in his dark brown eyes, as they darted
about, drinking in the sight of my naked torso, my soft, smooth skin, and I
felt my dime size nipples go all stiff, and pointy, just from him looking at
them!

He noticed too, and a small smile crossed his face, and the tip of his
tongue flicked out, passing across his full lips! That made me remember the
tingle from when Steve had licked me there, and sucked my tiny nipples, and
I felt it again, now, and my little dick felt it too, cause it started
getting all stiff in my white briefs, making my tight little shorts tent out
in front! The man's eyes wandered downward, and locked onto my tented
shorts, and he licked his lips again, his smile turning to a grin, as he
looked up, meeting my eyes, and he said, "Uh....well....Son....maybe we had
better go into the bathroom, and wash that scrape, you think?" I smiled,
really feeling the tingle now, at the thought of getting someplace alone
with the man, and just what he might want to do with me, as his eyes
returned to stare hungrily at my swollen crotch. "Yes sir!" I answered, "I
think that's a really good idea, Sir!"

He glanced around, a little nervously, then stood, showing a nice tent of
his own in his slacks, then reached out his hand to me, and pulled me to my
feet. He glanced around again, then reached behind me, and rubbed his big
hand over my small butt, ostensibly brushing sand from my shorts, but giving
my butts a good feel in the process. I giggled, and sort of wiggled my butt
against his hand! He straightened, and looked around, again, then took my
hand in his, and started us toward the bathrooms. "Yes, Well, come on, then,
Son!" He said, and I followed. We entered the bathroom, and he immediately
looked all around, ensuring that we, in fact, were alone. He nodded, then
pulled several paper towels from the dispenser, wet several, and led me into
the back stall, latching the door behind us.

He sat on the closed toilet lid, and stood me in front of him, back facing
him, as he gingerly wiped at my small scrape with the wet towels, then
patted the area dry. "Well, that's not so bad, actually!" He told me, "But I
think we better check you out real good, to be sure that's the only injury,
right?" I looked back over my bare shoulder at the man, and smiled, then
giggled, and said, "Yes Sir, for sure....I better be checked really good,
Sir...to be sure I'm not hurt more, Sir!" he nodded, and gently placed his
hands on my bare shoulders, squeezing softly, then passing his hands down my
back, avoiding my actual scrape, then again brushed at my shorts, gripping
each of my melons, then slid them down the backs of my legs, and back up,
his long fingers slipping under the hem of my shorts, and pressing into my
twin globes! The tingle was racing through my small body then, and my little
boy dick pressed strongly against my briefs, and shorts! "Hmm, seems just
fine, very, very, fine, in fact!" He mumbled, as his hands gripped my slim
waist, turning me, to face him.

His eyes roamed the length of my body, and focused on the boner sticking out
in front of me, and he licked his lips again, causing my little dick to
twitch, and jump, in my shorts, and he chuckled, nodding his head. His hands
went to my chest, and he rubbed me there, making small circles on my warm
skin, his fingers grazing over my stiff nipples, as I gasped softly, and
shuddered, as the contact sent still more tingles through me! He noticed my
reaction, and nodded, slightly, as his fingers gripped my stiff nubs,
tweaking them, and tugging gently. "Ummmm...." I uttered, and reflexively
pressed my small chest outward, against his probing fingers. "Like that,
Son...?" He asked softly, and I nodded my head rapidly. "Good boy...!" He
mumbled, and continued groping my nubs with one hand, while the other slid
down over my soft tummy, then to my small shorts, his palm closing over my
throbbing little tent, squeezing it gently. "Hmmm..." he muttered, "Seems
fine, so far, now......lets just check all the rest, hmmm..?" And his
fingers gripped the waist of my shorts, pulling out, and down, to puddle
them at my feet, leaving me standing before the man in just my small, white
briefs, my tingling boy cock obscenely stretching the front!

"Oh my!" The man mumbled, "You are a very, very, pretty boy, Son!" I
blushed, and coyly looked at the floor, squeaking, "Thank you, Sir!" He
paused, letting his eyes roam over me, from crotch, to feet, back to crotch,
then over my chest, to my face, and back, again, to crotch. He sighed,
heavily, and repeated, "Yes.....very, very, pretty, indeed!" I blushed even
hotter, and felt my rock hard dick jerk, and twitch, causing a visible spasm
inside my briefs, and the man smiled, nodding his head, as his hand again
gripped my jumping tool, and stroked it, as he said, "Hmm.....I think
this....definitely...better be checked....very, very, carefully....won't do
to have this part hurt....won't do, at all!"  He croaked, his voice filled
with lust now, as he hooked his thumbs into my briefs, and skinned them down
my smooth, thin, legs, to join the puddle of my small shorts, leaving me
naked, and fully boned, before him!

He groaned, deeply, and uttered, "OH GOD......my God!" as his eyes locked
onto my pulsing little nail, and I raised my arms over my head, cupping my
hands behind, and thrust my hips forward, pointing my small pointer at the
man, a grin on my face, as I felt the tingle deep inside my small balls! His
hands shot out, and touched, and rubbed, me all over, leaving no patch of my
creamy skin untouched, as he moaned, and mumbled things about my skin, my
butter soft armpit skin, and my little boy nail. At last his big hand
grasped it firmly, stroking it up, and down, while his other hand captured
my tight little balls, gripping, and tugging, at them gently, while I
groaned, loving the feel of his touches, the tingle singing through every
part of me, and the stars beginning to float into my vision! "Oh God,
Son......a dream come true....still don't believe this...!" He rambled,
hands touching my boy parts, stroking and tugging!

Suddenly, the man bent down, and leaned toward me, engulfing my young prick
in his warm mouth, and swallowing it to the root, his hand going between my
spread legs, and groping my tight butt cheeks! "Aggggggg......Ughhhhhh....!"
I wailed, my hands grabbing tufts of his hair, as he moved his head, sucking
my little dick, with a vengeance, as I jerked his hair, and flexed my hips,
feeling the tingle building, and the stars flashing brighter around my eyes!
The man made loud slurping noises as he devoured my young meat, and I felt
it burning in my small balls, my flexing hips moving faster, and faster,
humping into his wet, sweet, mouth, and it happened, then, the tingle
coursed through my shaking body, and I rose up on my toes, pressing forward,
and the stars all exploded in my head, as the dry orgasm rocked my whole
body, and I yelled out, "UUNNNGgggggggg.......!" And my knees went rubbery,
and I fell forward against the man, and his arms wrapped around me, and he
released my throbbing cock, and held me, both of us gasping, and panting, as
I slid to the concrete floor, on my knees, my gasping head in the mans lap,
as he stroked my back, and cooed, "Yes.....yes....yes....so
special....wonderful, Son....wonderful!"

We rested that way a while, and the tingle subsided, and I felt warm, and
happy, and very relaxed! I stirred, lifted my head, and looked up at the
man. He stirred, as well, and leaned back against the toilet tank, grinning
down at me. I smiled back, and slid my arms forward, into his lap, and
gripped his very stiff man cock in my fist! He jumped, and looked at me,
wide eyed, then groaned, "Ohhhhh...God, Kid....Oh.....Yessssss...!" As I
stoked the thick rod up and down, tugging at his belt with my other hand!
"Oh Man...shit...un-fucking-real!!" he muttered, and quickly pushed my hand
away. Tearing at his belt, and zip, the man skinned his pants, and briefs,
to the floor, kicking them away, and settling back again, his thick, hairy,
legs spread wide, and the massive man cock pulsing against his hair covered
tummy! I giggled, and grasped the monster in my small hand, rubbing and
squeezing it! He groaned, and thrust upwards, pumping the veined tool
through my hand, as he banged his lolling head on the wall, pleading with
me, "Ahhhh God, kid.......SUCK IT.....PLEASE, KID!"

I felt the hot blush on my cheeks, and my mouth filled with saliva, as I
gazed at the throbbing man meat, then nodded, and scooted up onto my knees,
my head moving toward his lap, my pink little tongue sliding out, and
slaving over the huge head, tasting his bitter fluid, then sipping my lips
over it, and sucking it into my drooling mouth!
"OGGGGggggg....FUCK......KID.......FUCK...YEA....!!" He hissed loudly, as I
swallowed fully half the huge cock, sucking it, and moving my head,
mimicking his movements on me, from before! I sucked the man, and played
with his large, hairy, balls in my hand, as he groaned, and humped into me,
my drool running from the corners of my stuffed mouth, draining down, and
coating his bouncing balls as I played with them!

I sucked him, and tugged his balls, as tears ran from my eyes, and I gagged,
and drooled, the thick mass stretching my small mouth to its very limits!
Soon, the man sped up his thrusts, and his butt rose off the seat, as I felt
his cock grow even thicker, and the slick juice ran freer in my sucking
mouth, then his cock jerked, and exploded, his thick, warm, cream, flooding
my mouth, puffing out my cheeks with its sheer volume, as his balls drained,
and jetted load after load of the cream into me, and I gulped, and
swallowed, the excess drooling out the corners of my mouth, until he was
done, and collapsed backward, his chest heaving, as he mumbled,
"fuck.....fuck....kid....God....damn!!" and I pulled off his wilting cock,
and wiped my arm across my puffy lips, cleaning away the thick streaks of
his cum that seemed to be everywhere, even though I had easily swallowed a
gallon of the stuff! I looked up at the man, and blushed, and he chuckled,
his big hand fluffing my soft hair, as he grinned down at me, and said,
"Kid, believe me, I'll be happy to push your swing, anytime!!" And we
laughed, together!

(To Be Continued)
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