Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2019 19:36:40 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: Encounters At Thirteen - Part 1 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All names, places and descriptions are purely fictional, and are not based on any real person, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and a teenage boy. Please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / adult-youth: masturbation, oral, M+/t - - - - - Encounters At Thirteen - Part 1 My sexual encounters with men began in 1962, when I was thirteen years old. I was born in Stepney (London, England) and lived just a stone's throw away from the local cinema. In those days, a good many films were 'A' rated, so I needed the assistance of a kind adult to get me past the ever watchful eyes of the manager and his team of ushers. I would stand outside the cinema and ask people in the queue to buy my ticket for me. I soon discovered that middle-aged men were more willing to buy my ticket than women or couples. One man actually paid for my ticket with his own money. He then took me in, past the ushers, and found us a couple of seats at the back of the auditorium. As we sat down, the man took his jacket off and draped it across my lap. Then, as the cinema lights dimmed, he put his hand on my left thigh. "Now you just watch the film, son," he said, as he unbuttoned my shorts. I sat stock-still and open-mouthed as he played with my three-inch cock. He made it really stiff as he took hold of my hand and placed it around his hard-standing cock, which was poking out of his fly and waiting for a wank. I really enjoyed this game, especially when the man took me off to the toilet to suck my cock. Howard was the name of the man that sat down beside me the following week. I felt his hand slide over my upper thigh and come to a rest between my legs. He touched my naughty bits as John Wayne entered the saloon on the big screen. Howard's hand began to make my cock twitch and stiffen under his expert touch. I tried to stay still, but I couldn't help move towards his hand as my cock stiffened and strained against the material of my shorts. I was so excited and aroused. His fingers unbuttoned my fly and slipped inside my shorts. I nearly jumped out of my seat as he extracted my cock. I quickly put my hand over his to let him know I wanted him to continue. I heard him sigh, and tighten his grip around my hard-standing cock. "Good boy," he whispered, as John Wayne shot up the saloon. With his free hand, Howard took my hand and placed it against his crotch. He already had his cock out and it was semi-erect. It felt enormous compared to my three-inch stem. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and felt it throb and twitch. I squeezed it hard, and he did the same to my little stiffy, which sent shock waves up and down my body. He then began to toss me off. I was holding his cock tight, but didn't try to toss him off, because I didn't know how to do it properly. At that moment, he put his free hand over mine and began to move it up and down. It was like we were both tossing him off. I loved that feeling. "Good boy," he whispered again, as the cowboys made camp. Then suddenly, a surge of energy, like electricity, shot through my body from head to toe. I thought I was going to explode, it was that exhilarating. He stopped rubbing my cock then, but still held it tight. He must have felt my cock pulsing as each spunk surge came and went. "Nice orgasm, son," he purred, as the screen lit up the auditorium with flashes of gunfire. When I calmed down, he released my cock and pulled my hand away from his cock, even though it was still hard-standing. He then sat back to watch the film. I felt a bit awkward: maybe he was angry with me; maybe I had done something wrong. A few minutes later, he discreetly put his cock away, buttoned up and stood up to go. I felt really confused, but as he turned to go, he pressed a business card into my hand. "I'll see you soon, son," he said, as he walked away. The second the house lights came up, I looked at the card. It had the telephone number of May's Photography Studio in the high street, and "call me soon" written in red ink on the back. * * * The next day I went for a ride on my bike. I wore a red t-shirt and white shorts - the shorts were way too tight for me, because I had outgrown them. In the park, the men walking their dogs stared at my crotch as I cycled past. My cock began to twitch as the men looked at the bump in my cotton shorts. I wasn't wearing any underwear that day, just for the thrill of it. Then, as I was thinking of heading for the high street and May's Photography Studio, I cycled past a man lying on the grass. He was in his early thirties I guess, wearing only white shorts and leather sandals. He smiled and waved at me as I cycled past; and then, on my return journey, he asked if I wanted a drink. I stopped in front of him and smiled. "So, do you want some Tizer?" "Yes, please," I replied, as I dumped my bike on the grass and walked over to him. I stood by his head as he handed me a small bottle of Tizer. From where he was lying, he could easily see up my shorts. And as he did so, my heart began to pound with excitement. "Nice," he said, smiling. "What's nice?" I asked. "The weather. The day. The view," he replied. "Sit down and rest a while." I sat down to sip my drink, and made sure that he could still see up my shorts. He then sat up and, rummaging through his knapsack, retrieved another bottle of Tizer. "What's your name, son?" he asked. "And how old are you?" "Andy," I replied. "And I'm thirteen." "You look big for your age, Andy," he said, as he continued to look at my shorts. "I'm Frank by the way." I shuddered as my cock twitched and grew larger under his gaze. I could feel it lengthen as it pushed its way down my leg and out into the open air. I blushed with embarrassment and excitement as his cock-head poked out from his shorts. "That's a nasty looking bump you've got there, Andy," he said, as he reached over to touch my cock-head. "Let me rub it better." His fingers caressed and squeezed my cock-head as I edged closer to him. "It is a bit sore," I said, playing along with the injury charade. "I must have whacked it on the bike saddle or something." The way we were positioned on the grass, no one could see what was going on. So Frank began to explore the inside of my now unbuttoned shorts. His fingers wrapped themselves around my uncut cock, testing its hardness and pulling it further out of my shorts. The sensation was way too much for me to handle. So, within seconds, I shuddered again and released my spunk into the palm of his hand. My hips jerked back and forth in a flurry of fits and starts, pushing my cock-head into his hand with each spurt. Totally drained, I jumped up and quickly buttoned up. "No need to rush off, Andy," he said. "We could adjourn and head for the bushes. We could then get naked and have some proper sex." "Sorry," I said, "I need to be somewhere else in ten minutes." I was in a panic. There was someone in the bushes, watching us. And one of the dog walkers was coming down the path. "Sorry," I said again, as I grabbed my bike and peddled away as fast as I could. * * * May's Photography Studio had photographs all over the walls. "Want one?" asked Howard, as he held up a bottle of beer. "Yes, thanks," I replied. "Is this all your work?" "Yes," replied Howard, as he handed me an open bottle of Pale Ale. "It began with baby and wedding photos, and then I managed to get a few contracts with the mail order catalogues." "Is the money any good?" "Yes. A boy like you could earn a fiver a session. But only if you pose in the nude." "What! Naked like?" "Or in and out of school uniform. I'm doing a 'special' commission at the moment that pays really well. The boys will earn a tenner each. But that includes a full uniform strip and a spanking." "Jeez! People pay to see schoolboys getting their arses spanked? That's weird." "Want to give it a go?" he asked. "The 'spanking' studio is just through there, behind that door." I smiled and finished off my beer. There were dozens of lights on tripods in the small studio. And there was just as many cables criss-crossing the floor. "Let's start with you standing over there," he said, "in front of the dark grey backcloth." "What, like this?" "Yes," he said, as he moved to stand behind the camera tripod. "Take your windcheater off and toss back your hair." Howard took dozens of photographs of me posing under the lights; and by the time he had changed out the third roll of film, I was standing before him in the nude. "Now slowly turn, Andy," he said. "I want to get a nice shot of your three-inch cock in profile." After an hour, he tossed over a bathrobe and told me to take a break. "You've done really well, Andy," he said. "So do you want to double your fee, by adding a spanking?" "Well," I said, with a shrug. "I've gone this far, so I might as well give it a go." "Have you ever been spanked before, Andy?" "A couple of times at home .... and I was caned by the headmaster once." "Okay then," he said. "Put this school uniform on and I'll set up the cine-camera." Some five to ten minutes later, whilst wearing a tight pair of short trousers, I bent over his knee and was thoroughly spanked. It didn't really hurt that much. However, when the trousers were pulled down, I was given another twenty-odd slaps on my tight, white Y-fronts. "That should do it for the screen test, Andy," he said, as he gently rubbed my arse-cheeks. "You look real cute through the viewfinder, so I'll be seeing a lot of you from now on. But don't you go flashing your money around. I don't want you getting me locked up on corruption charges." We both laughed as Howard opened his wallet.