Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2009 16:46:31 +0000 (GMT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Dont Go with Strange Men

"Dont get into a car with a strange man" How often had I heard that from my
Mother over the years. Hundreds of times, but now I was a teenager, and at
13, I knew better.

Waiting at the same bus stop each morning, for the school bus, I got to
recognise the cars that went by me. Same ones each morning, some with many
people in and some with just one. I began to take notice of the single
cars. There were men of various ages driving by, but I seemd only
interested in the older drivers.

At school, I was being regularly touched up by the geography master,
sliding his hand up the back of my legs as I stood at his desk, fondling my
bottom cheeks, as my class-mates looked on. With them watching, it seemd
all the more exciting, and I had started standing a little closer to him,
so that I could look down into his lap, imagining that I could see the
outline of his cock. That was the first time I dis-obeyed my Mother, when I
accepted the first of many lifts home from him.

I got into his Ford Consol, onto the full-width bench seat and waited. As
soon as we were away from the school, he put his arm around me, and pulled
me to him, making me slide across the slippery fabric, until I was touching
him. His hand dropped between my thighs, and he'd carress the front of my
trousers. Oh it felt so good, and I couldn't help getting a hard-on, which
he'd stroke and fondle. I'd keep glancing down into his lap, and sure
enough, I could detect a swelling. He'd keep talking to me all the time,
about my schoolwork, about my friends and that it was normal to want to
play with each others cock. He got me to admit it and told me that it
wasn't wrong to want to be with a boy, or a man. After a couple of rides
with him, I had begun to wonder what was in his pants, and what it would
feel like.

Back at the bus stop, cars would go by and one or two of the drivers were
now smiling at me. I'd smile back and feel nice and naughty.

PE was my last lesson, one day, and so I climbed into the Ford Consol in my
PE shorts, with my clothes in my sachel. We weren't allowed to wear
underpants for PE or games, so when we were away from the school, I
wriggled over to his side and waited.  Very soon his left hand slipped down
between my thighs, and then slowly up onto the front of my shorts. Oh just
the thin cottom material separating my cock from his fingers. Soon I had a
hard-on, and he was able to wrap his fingers around it and play with me
properly. I knew I had to do something, so I rested my hand on his leg. "Do
you have to be home on time"? he asked "No Sir" I blurted out. "Shall we go
for a ride for half an hour"? I nodded. As we reached the next roundabout,
he undid his belt, trousers and zip, and slipped his trousers down to his
ankles. "There" he whispered "I am in shorts just like you"

I let my hand rest on his leg again, but slid it up in between his thighs
until I felt the crotch of his pants. By now he was easing his fingers down
inside my shorts, and I soon felt them wrap themselves around my cock. I
looked down and saw the front of my shorts moving as he wanked me off. The
car stopped, I looked up, we were up a farm track, and he was pulling my
shorts off. I sat there and watched as he lowered his head, slipped his
lips over my cock and began to bob. Oh, I lasted about 20 seconds before I
shot my boy-cum into his mouth. "Next time it's your turn" he said as we
dressed and headed back.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, how lovely it felt and how much I longed
to try it. At the bus stop next morning, I was all alone, and a car
stopped. I looked inside. There was a middle aged man smiling at me as he
had so often done. "Want a ride son"? he asked "Oh Yes Please" I found
myself saying, and was soon in his passenger seat. He asked a lot of
questions, what school I went to, how old was I, and saying that he was old
enough to be my Dad. "Shall I call you Daddy"? I whispered as we pulled up
at my school. "Yes please son, would youi like a ride home.? What time"? "4
o/clock Daddy please, just up the road so my friends dont see. I'll be in
my PE shorts, have you got any"? "I'll see what I can do" he replied.

All day I was so excited, trying not to say anything to my friends. At
4.00pm I had had my shower and put my shorts back on. As I walked away from
the school, I saw his car quite a way away. As I got to it, and opened the
door and found him sitting there in a pair of Y-Fronts, just like the
teachers. I quickly got in before any of my friends saw me, but as he
pulled away I spotted some more schoolfriends at a bus stop. I shreaked and
said they mustn't see me. "Lay your head in my lap son, quickly" he ordered
and pulling me to him, and then pushing me downwards. In seconds my cheek
was resting against the front of his underpants, as we passed the stop. I
didn't get up, prefering to let my cheek feel his cock through the pants.
"Is it comfortable down there"? he asked. I nodded, rubbing my cheek over
the Y of his pants. "Better stay down there then, in case we see see more
of your friends" I nodded again, but this time turned my head so that I
could rub my face across his bulge. My nose found the outline of his cock
as it lay along his groin, and I rubbed it up and down several times. I
could feel his cock hardening. "Do you like doing that for Daddy"? he asked
softly. As I nodded, I raised my hands and began to tug at the waistband of
his pants. "Oh cant you wait, we're still in the town", but I still kept
tugging and tugging. Eventually he raised his hips slightly and the pants
slid quickly and easily down to his knees, and my cheek fell back onto his
stiff cock.

It felt so lovely against my bare cheek, but I hadn't seen it yet, so I
lifted my head. Oh, it sprang to attention inches from my face. It was
gorgeous, 6 or 7 inches long, nice and thick, with a big purple helmet. I
took hold of it and played with it, rubbing the helmet across my face. "Oh
that's nice" he whispered "Are you going to be a good boy for Daddy, and
put it in your mouth"? I nodded again, and as the car stopped, I slipped my
lips over his helmet. I felt his seat recline, so I could lean right over
and ease more cock into my mouth, then I started to bob my head. He began
to make noises and I felt his hands on my head, pulling my down on him
further. Soon my lips were down in his curly hairs as I slurped and bobbed
and sucked. In just a few short seconds I was an expert. He was praising
his "Son", telling me I was such a good boy, and that I must do it for
Daddy.

I dont know how much time passed, but I felt him tremble, and then thrust
upwards several times. I was in heaven, I didn't care what he did, as long
as I could continue to suck him.

Several more upward thrusts, then "Here cums Daddies little gift, Oh, Oh,
Oh. I felt the his hands push downwards a lot more, then, CUM, I could
taste his cum, he was cuming in my mouth. I took the lot, then sat up,
resting my head on his shoulder, watching as his hand slid down into my
shorts where it wanked me off till I shot my load, wetting the front of my
shorts. Ten minutes later I was being dropped off, walking up the road with
my sachel cluched to my wet patch. Talking to Mum in the kitchen, I could
still taste his cum.

From then on I would regularly take the earlier bus so that I could suck
my new friend off, and then let Teacher take me home in the afternoon, via
our farm track.

Heaven