Don't Mind

 

A little coming of age tale and all the usual disclaimers apply, do not read if you know you should not read.

 

 

Billy Millward knew he liked cock, but he was just fifteen, and just about all the boys he knew at school, and those who didn't go to his school that he knew, liked cock. They didn't all like it as much as he did, but, then, a few liked it even more.

Billy guessed he'd liked his own cock for as long as he could remember, certainly since he was nine or ten, though way back then he didn't really know why he liked it. It was simply that it was there and he'd found it was rather nice to play with it. It never meant anything; he never thought of it as being `dirty', and certainly not `sexy', he never even knew what sex was. Boys of nine or ten hadn't heard of sex back in the mid 1950's.

Billy wasn't worried about liking cock, he wasn't bothered that he might be `different', that he might grow up always liking cock and never wanting to do sex things with a girl. Girls didn't have cocks and cocks were fun. One boy in his class had said once that once you'd done it with a girl you never wanted to do it with a boy again, but everyone else thought he was just being stupid, and, anyway, girls didn't want to have sex and boys did, so Billy was quite happy doing it with boys.

Until one day he met a man, and then he discovered that it wasn't all about cock, there were lots more fun things to do as well.

Billy was still fourteen when he was picked up by a man who liked boys; he was nearer fifteen than thirteen so his cock had grown to a decent size and he spunked up a nice, thick load so the spunk rag he kept under his pillow was more like cardboard than rag.

Billy didn't know that there were men who liked boys; in 1956 sex was only ever talked about by boys and most boys only had the vaguest of ideas about how babies were made and even less idea about a boy's bum being an alternative to wherever it was that a man put his cock inside a woman. All Billy really knew about that sort of thing was that a boy could not have a baby, so it was alright for him to eat another boy's spunk. Cock was a boy thing and Billy was a boy who liked cock a lot.

He had discovered one or two ways of making his wanking a bit more fun; he liked wanking wearing his footy shorts for one. When he was twelve and thirteen, shorts hadn't really been shorts at all, they reached down to the knees, but fashion had changed a little, and now shorts were much shorter and showed off a lot more boy leg, and if you rolled to top over a couple of times, like Billy always did, you could make it so your cock was only just about hidden from sight, and if, like Billy, nothing was worn ever underneath the shorts, there was always a chance that some other boy might get a glimpse when you were playing footy down the park and want to get his hand up under your shorts, and that was the real reason for playing footy down the park anyway.

So, Billy was walking home from footy down the park, wearing his shorts as short as he could safely get them, and that really wasn't very safe at all, when a car drew up alongside him.

"Want a lift?" the driver asked.

Billy couldn't think of any reason he should carry on walking home when he'd been offered a lift.

"Don't mind," he accepted and climbed into the passenger seat and, of course, sitting down made his shorts even shorter, showing off more boy leg.

Billy knew that he now had only the smallest fraction of an inch between the hem of his shorts and the tip of his foreskin, but that didn't worry him in the slightest; it wasn't actually on show and men weren't interested in boys' cocks anyway.

The man's left hand moved from the steering wheel to Billy's right leg, just above the knee. Billy was surprised, but, being a polite, well-mannered boy, he didn't complain.

The hand began to move slowly higher and Billy's cock started to stiffen. If the man's hand kept stroking his leg Billy knew he'd get a proper hard-on and his cock would pop out the leg of his shorts, and Billy wondered what would happen if it did.

"Can I?" the man asked as his hand went higher still.

"Don't mind," Billy answered, hoping now that his cock would get felt, and wondering if it would be different, having his cock felt by a man and not by a boy.

The hand went on up, inside his shorts and found what it was searching for, and, not surprisingly, found that to be fully hard now.

Billy gave a little sigh as his cock was enveloped in man hand; he'd had no luck at all down the park and was going to have a really good wank when he got home anyway, so having his cock felt now was a real bonus.

`Can I get it out?" the man asked.

"Don't mind," Billy said.

Billy sat back in the car seat so the man could get his cock out, and parted his legs a little so he could be felt up properly. It was different being felt up by a man than it was when a boy got at his cock. A boy would be wanking him straight away, but the man was, well, it seemed like he was sort of admiring his cock with his hand, and Billy rather liked that.

"Lovely cock," the man said and Billy made it jerk a bit to show he liked being told he had a lovely cock. "Like to take you home and do it for you properly," the man suggested.

"Don't mind," Billy agreed. He wondered if doing it properly would include sucking it. Not many of the boys Billy did it with sucked him; he sucked all of them, of course, and ate their spunk, but only a couple sucked him back and they never let him shoot in their mouths. Be nice if the man let him do that, Billy thought.

It was bound to be different doing it with a man; boys were only interested in cock, but the man was feeling his legs a lot, and his balls. Billy wondered if the man would want to feel him all over.

Billy sat on the sofa in the man's house and stretched out his legs. He was still hard, of course, and he'd had to put his cock away when they got out of the car and Billy was waiting for the man to get it out again, and wanted to make it obvious that he wanted that to happen.

The man's hand was back inside his shorts and his cock was fished out again for the man to admire and Billy really liked it that the man was admiring his cock. It was nice not to have to do anything as well, just be there and let the man do what he wanted to his cock and his legs.

"Be nice if we got these shorts off," the man suggested, "See what you've got properly."

"Don't mind." Billy lifted himself up so the man could pull his shorts down and didn't complain at all when they were taken right off.

"How about your shirt?" the man asked, "I think boys look at their beautiful best when they're naked."

Billy had never thought of boys as being beautiful, but he had no objections to the man thinking he was.

"Don't mind," Billy said yet again and let the man get his shirt off, lifting up his arms to make it easy for him.

"Seems to me that you're a really naughty boy," the man said, but he grinned when he said it and Billy knew he meant that in a nice way and that he liked Billy being naughty.

"Naughty boys have to be punished," the man grinned again, "Naughty boys need a good spanking."

That was certainly something different! Did he want to be spanked?

"Don't mind," Billy said, and obediently draped himself over the man's lap so his bum could be spanked.

The man slapped his bum with his hand about twenty times and it really started to sting after around ten, but it made Billy's cock go very hard as well.

"I think you need something more than just my hand," the man stroked Billy's red bum, "Something that will really teach you about being naughty."

Billy considered that. Hand spanking stung at the time, but the sting soon faded away and Billy wondered if he suffered a bit more pain his cock would get so hard that it shot without being even touched.

"Don't mind," he said.

"Can't strap you if I'm dressed," the man said, "I only enjoy giving a boy the strap if I've got no clothes on when I do it."

Billy thought that was very reasonable and he didn't mind at all if the man undressed before he strapped him. Billy would get to see his cock, and Billy hadn't set eyes on a grown-up cock yet.

"It will really hurt," the man told him, "Make you yell and cry and then that will make me want to make it better for you, cuddle you and kiss you and suck your cock and eat your bum and spunk."

"Yeah, okay," Billy agreed, "Don't mind."

The man showed Billy the leather strap he was going to use on him and Billy saw at once that it would really hurt. About three inches wide it would be bound to leave great red bruises on his bum, making it difficult for him to sit down, possibly for two or three days.

Billy nodded his acceptance of the torture he was going to get and watched the man undress, anxious to see his cock, a cock he thought he might want to suck later.

Then Billy got a real surprise because the man didn't have a single hair on his body, he was as smooth as Billy used to be when he first started playing with his own cock!

"Best way to be," the man told Billy, "Feels very sexy and boys don't like going to bed with hairy men."

Billy thought he could understand that, the boys he liked sucking the best were the ones a bit younger than he was, old enough to spunk but still young enough to not have much in the way of pubes.

"It really is going to hurt," the man warned Billy again, but Billy didn't mind that and placed himself over the man's legs again so his bum could be spanked, this time with the strap.

I all felt so much better with the man being undressed as well, Billy really liked feeling the man's smooth naked legs under his chest and stomach, and his cock was still very hard.

Billy heard the swish the strap made as it cut through the air, he heard the loud crack it made when it landed on his bare bum, and, for half a second that was all there was to it.

Then Billy screamed.

His brain registered what had happened, registered the unbelievable pain in his arse, a red-hot searing pain that didn't stay in his arse but went all the way through him and Billy screamed.

His back arched, his legs kicked frantically and he wanted to get a hand on his burning arse but he couldn't because the man was holding his arm, bent up against his back.

Then there was another swish, another crack, Billy's bum exploded with pain and he screamed again, louder this time.

A third explosion of agony and this time Billy's scream turned into loud sobs, tears streaming from his eyes and he knew the fire in his bum was never going to go out.

"Another one?" the man asked.

"Don't mind," Billy blubbered and then he screamed yet again.

He was trembling all over, his arse was a furnace and his cock was so hard it seemed as though it would burst. It was just the best thing ever, Billy couldn't help thinking, way, way better then wanking!

"You like this, don't you?" the man said, "Like being a naughty boy and being punished for it?"

"Don't mind," Billy managed between snuffling sobs, wondering if he would be strapped some more and hoping he'd be able to sit down sometime next week.

"Of course," Billy heard the man saying, "We don't know just how much of a naughty boy you are, do we? You might be only a little bit naughty or you might be a really bad boy, a boy who has naughty, wicked, dirty, filthy thoughts; the sort of boy who wants to suck a man's cock and have it spunk in his mouth."

Billy had never thought of sucking a man's cock; he never even knew that a man would want to have his cock sucked by a boy. He did like sucking boys' cocks, liked very much when those cocks spunked in his mouth, so would it be very different if it was a man's cock?

"Perhaps," the man was saying, "You're the sort of boy who has dirty, nasty thoughts when he wanks himself at night; thoughts like being naked over a man's lap and having his arse strapped so he screams and cries and begs to be allowed to suck a man's cock until it spunks in his mouth, fills his mouth with hot, wet, creamy spunk that he has to eat."

Billy hadn't ever had that thought, but now the man was saying those things, Billy did wonder if he'd like a man's cock even more than he liked boys' cocks. Perhaps it was the furnace that had once been his bum that was making him think like that.

"Shall we try to find out what sort of naughty, dirty, filthy boy you really are?" the man asked.

"Don't mind," Billy sniffled.

He did scream then, really, really screamed! Four more times the man lashed his burning, agony-filled arse with that leather strap; four times, one straight after the other with no pause between and the screams screamed loud and the tears poured from him, and when the man pushed him from his lap and down between his legs, Billy couldn't get his mouth round the cock in front of his tear-filled eyes fast enough.

Sobbing all the time because his arse hurt so much, Billy gobbled and slathered on that cock, desperate to make it spunk and desperate not to because it felt so good in his mouth, the musty taste of cock mingling with the salty taste of his tears as he sucked and licked and gobbled until he had another taste to savour as his mouth was filled with thicker, creamier spunk than it had ever been filled with before, and so much of it that he had to swallow frantically to make room for more as it spurted from the cock he sucked.

The man filled a cloth with lumps of ice then, and gently rubbed that over Billy's burning bum till some of the fire went out, and while he did that he fondled Billy's cock and balls and after that Billy had his cock sucked properly for the first time, sucked till he spunked and his spunk was slowly swallowed.

"I think you are a very naughty boy," the man smiled at Billy, "A lovely, filthy, dirty boy; a filthy, dirty boy who'd like to come here again to be punished and, next time, fucked as well. Would you like that?"

"Don't mind," Billy said.

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