Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2012 10:55:41 +0000 (GMT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Just Cuddle Me

As a young boy growing up with my mum, I loved being cuddled. Just feeling
her arms around me was so comforting, and it was so nice to be able to get
her to cuddle me to her bosom, where her bra-covered breasts would offer me
protection form the outside world. From an early age, I dressed up in her
clothes, she didn't seem to mind, except when I pulled on a pair of her
panties. She used to tell me off, but I just carried on. I loved feeling
them disappear up between the cheeks of my bottom when I pulled them up. It
felt so right. Wearing a bra, felt good as well. I loved it feeling tight
around my chest, and when the straps fell off my shoulders, I liked hooking
them back up, just like mum and many other ladies I'd see do it. I knew it
was a "Girlie" thing to do, and I loved it. As well as mums cuddles, I also
loved her kisses. She'd often kissed me on the cheek, but now and then I'd
get one on the lips, and it would linger, maybe 3 or 4 seconds, and I could
taste her lipstick. I loved those lingering kisses.

As I got older, I seemed to love dressing up more and more, and by the time
I was 10, wearing a nightie to bed was quite normal. As Mum bought new
ones, I'd get the old ones, and kept them neatly folded in my bedroom
drawers. I'd rescue old bras, panties and petticoats from the bin as she
was throwing them away, and soon had a lovely underwear drawer. Every
night, I'd select a nightie and wear bra and panties underneath, before
getting into bed and playing with my boy-cock.

I knew that I'd be going up to the all-boys, senior school the next year,
and had been told a few things about it, by a man I knew, who used to hang
about near to the school gates. I called him John, and used to see him
hanging around several hundred yards from the school, but on my route
home. "Hello Simon" he'd say "What have you been doing at school today"? As
we walked on, well out of sight from the school, he'd put his arm around my
shoulder, as I told him about my day. I wasn't nervous about his arm around
my shoulder. It felt nice and comforting, like one of my mums cuddles,
except he didn't have a nice bra on, I did, hidden under my shirt and
jumper. We'd walk on for 10 minutes or so with him asking questions about
my school work, telling me bits about the senior school, especially how I
was going to like seeing all my new school friends in the gym changing
room. He kept on mentioning that, and suggesting I shouldn't tell mum about
us meeting after school, that I should keep it a secret. So I did, because
I didn't want him to stop putting his arm around my shoulder, I liked it.

As the long summer holidays approached, John told me that he's miss seeing
me in the afternoons, and asked if I'd like to meet up with him, in
secret. I said that I'd like that, and got pulled closer to him than
usual. In a deserted shop doorway, he put both arms around me and pulled me
close to him. My head was pressing against his shirt, but there was no bra,
like my mum, but there was a nice warm manly smell. Underneath his
cardigan, I eased my arms around his waist, knowing that they couldn't be
seen by anyone else. We stood there cuddling for several minutes, with me
breathing in Johns' manly aroma, while my fingers were tucked in his
trousers at the back. I could just feel the waistband of his underpants,
and started to wonder what style he wore and what he might look like in
them. It was decided that we'd meet regularly, in the local park, but over
towards the wooded area, and I was to tell nobody. I agreed and got a kiss
on the cheek , as my reward, then two or three more, before we parted and I
went home. I bed that night, I thought about John a lot, as I played with
my boy-cock, wondering if he'd like to see me in my frilly underwear.

The school holidays arrived, we'd all said our goodbyes, and a few days
later I was heading for the park. I passed some boys I knew on the swings,
but saw John in the distance, and headed straight for him, knowing that the
boys might be watching, but I didn't care. "Hello John" I shouted as I got
close to him. "Hello Simon" he said, slipping his arm around my
shoulder. As we walked along the edge of the woods, I kept on glancing over
to the swings, to see if my friends were looking, but they weren't. "How
are you today Simon"? he asked. "Glad to be here" I blurted out
innocently. Suddenly we were turning left along a narrow path into the
woods, somewhere my mum had always told me not to go. We chatted as we
walked, John asking again about me seeing lots of school friends undressing
in the gym changing rooms, and what would I think of it. For some reason, I
told him that mum had a clothing catalogue, and I liked to see pages of men
posing in their underwear. "Do you"? he asked. I nodded in
embarrassment. "What's your favourite style"? John asked, as we stopped at
a crossroads in the footpaths. Without hesitation I said
"Y-Fronts". Turning away from the main footpath, along a narrow one John
asked "Do you wear y-fronts Simon"?

"No" I said quietly "My mum lets me wear her underwear, but it's a
secret". Stopping and leaning against a tree, John slipped both arms around
me and pulled me to him. "Oh Simon, those boys at the big school are really
going to like you. You're going to be very popular". My face was once again
being pressed to his shirt, and I could smell his manly aroma. He had the
cardigan on again, so I eased my arms around him underneath it, and hooked
my fingers in the top of his trousers, where I felt the waistband of his
pants again. Oh, being cuddled again, it was so lovely. For several minutes
we just stood there cuddling in silence, then I pushed my finger underneath
the waistband of his pants, pulled it out a little and let it go. We both
heard the "Slap" as it pinged back onto his skin. Kisses were being placed
on the top of my head and my cheek. "Are they Y-Fronts"? I asked. "Yes" he
whispered in my ear "Navy blue ones.I'll pose for you if you want, just
like the men in your mums catalogue". I felt kisses, several of them, and
as I moved my head, got several more over my cheek, "I'd like to see that"
I whispered and lifted and tilted my head, offering my lips to him, as I
did for mum. Keeping my eyes open, I saw his head move towards mine, and
felt our lips touch, just for a second, then again and again. His stubbly
top lip and chin were a surprise, but a nice surprise, a manly
surprise. Then a lingering kiss, maybe 3 or 4 seconds, at the end of which
I pinged his waistband to say thankyou.. Another kiss, longer, and I pinged
his pants. Then I felt his tongue. I had heard of french kissing at school,
and had wanted my mum to kiss me like that, but I parted my smooth lips and
let Johns tongue slip into my mouth. More pinging of pants. "Do you want to
see me in my pants Simon"? Two more brissly kisses, between which I gasped
"Yes please" The kissing stopped and I was led by the hand along a few
paths until we came to a small clearing.

"This will do Simon, but we must be quiet.............ok"? I nodded and
watched him slip his cardigan off and drop in to the floor. Then he
unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped his casual shoes off. He eased the shirt
off his shoulders and dropped it onto the cardigan. Wow, my friend John,
had a nice little beer-belly, and a smooth hairless chest. Oh, I wanted a
cuddle. My eyes went to his zipper, as it was undone, then the belt and
finally the trouser fastening. Suddenly the trousers slid downwards onto
his ankles, but my eyes stayed on the lovely navy-blue Y-Fronts, which now
had a nice bulge under the "Y". He stepped out of the trousers and stood
there facing me. "Well Simon" he whispered "How do I look"? "Lovely", I
managed to say quietly. "Am I like the men posing in the catalogue" he
asked.  "No, much better" I wheezed. "I think it's time you undressed
Simon, and showed me your underwear................don't you"? he asked. I
nodded.

I slipped my jumper up over my head, dropped it next to Johns trousers, and
stood still in my frilly nightie with nice bra underneath, and began to
undo my jeans. I kicked off my plimsoles and let the jeans fall, and
stepped out of them. My nightie didn't quite cover my panties, and looking
down, could see my boy-cock bulge poking out just below the lacey hem. I
stood still while John looked my up and down. "Wow Simon" he gasped "You
look gorgeous. Turn round and let me see the back" I obeyed in silence,
slowly turning round and showing him what I looked like from behind. I put
my hand on my hip and pushed my bottom out, like the models do in the
photos. "Oh Simon, bend over a little bit" he asked "And lift your nightie
up a little. I want to see your bottom". Again I obeyed in silence, and
bent forward, while lifting up the nightie. I knew the back of the panties
had slipped up between my bottom cheeks., because I could feel them. I
loved that feeling, it was so nice and girlie and comforting. "You look
lovely Simon, now turn round again" he said, so I obeyed, standing upright
and slowly turning round to face him. My eyes went straight to his
underpants. Something was different, the "Y" was standing out a little
more. I began to wonder if John was getting a hard on just by looking at me
in my underwear. Oh, I did hope so. At least it showed that he liked me.

"Come here" he whispered, holding his arms out "Come and give John a
cuddle, would you like that"? I didn't nod, just stepped the 2 or 3 paces
over to him, lifted a bra strap back up onto my shoulder, and slid my arms
around his waist, and pulled myself close to him. His arms folded around
me, one hand resting in the middle of my back, and the other cupping itself
over a bottom cheek. I laid my head against his chest and breathed in Johns
manly aroma. I could feel his hand roaming over my bottom, from one cheek
to the other, patting my gently, and carressing me. I could feel the bulge
in his pants getting bigger, and pressing against my tummy. I eased my
fingertips under the waistband of his pants and let them lay on the top of
his bottom cheeks. Kisses were being placed on my head, so I lifted it up
and looked at him. His brissly lips found mine again, and as his tongue
slid into my mouth, it seemd only right to push both hands dowh inside his
pants and started to play with his bottom cheeks. "Oh Simon, that does feel
nice" he whispered "Is that good, having your hands down inside my pants"?
Another kiss, then I nodded. "It's lovely to feel them there" he said "I've
always wanted to feel your hands in my pants, ever since I saw you on the
sports field ages ago" Another kiss, then I asked "When was that" "Must be
last summer" John whispered in my ear "You were in your little gym shorts,
and I was watching from the footpath, taking photographs. I've got lots of
you in your gym kit." I was surprised and pulled my hand out of his
pants. "Don't be angry with me" he said lifting my nightie and slipping his
hand down the back of my panties. "I've wanted to slip my hand down inside
your shorts and play with your bottom, ever since then. Does this feel nice
Simon"? he said, parting my bottom cheeks with his fingertips, and allowing
one finger to slip in between. It slipped up and down between my cheeks,
brushing lightly over my boy-hole. Each time, I shuddered with
pleasure. "That's really nice isn't it Simon"?  He whispered "You like that
a lot don't you"? I pushed my hands back down the back of his pants so
hard, that I pulled them down a bit.

"Yes" I blurted out and lifted my head for another kiss. During a long
brissly kiss, his finger teased me several times before coming to rest
right over my boy-hole, and pushing against it. I ran my hands up and down
his bottom cheeks, unaware that I was easing his pants a little further
down each time. My boy-hole gave way and Johns fingertip slipped inside my
bottom for the first time, and it felt so good, so right, so perfect. I
suddenly noticed that the waistband of his pants were halfway down his
cheeks, and as I was loving the feeling of John fingering my bottom so
much, that I grabbed the wasiband with both hands and tugged it
downwards. I could feel that he was fully erect, and as I glanced down,
could see that the pants were hooked up on the tip of his cock. After the
next kiss. I glanced down and unhooked it. Oh, there was Johns' cock-head,
all glistening with clear juice, and looking straight up at me. It looked
so lovely. I lifted my head for another brissly kiss, as I eased a hand in
between us. When my fingers touched Johns cock, it was like an electric
shock running through me. I wrapped my fingers around it and instinctively
began to wank it. "Oh Simon, that feels so good my darling boy. Please
don't stop" he sighed. Between kisses, he asked "Have you ever touched a
man like this before"? I shook my head. "Does it feel nice"? he whispered.

"Oh Yes " I blurted out. His tongue in my mouth, his finger up my bottom
and my hand on his cock, everything was gorgeous. But I still wanted to be
able to see what I was doing, so I eased myself slightly round untill my
bulging panties were pressing against his hip. Now, as I looked down, I
could see my hand working up and down on his cock. I was surprised, he was
totally hairless. He looked like a big chubby schoolboy. I'd surrender for
a kiss, then look down at my labours, and all the while, Johns finger was
easing in and out of my bottom. Knowing that what we were doing was against
the law, made it all the more exciting, and my hand quickened up the
wanking movements. "Oh Simon, I'm going to cum" I heard at the end of a
kiss. I pressed my cheek to his chest and looked down. John moaned and
sighed, and then, Oh several big strong spurts of cum erupted from the tip
of his cock, followed by a "Dribbly" stage, with cum ouzing out and running
down over my pumping fingers. Eventually cum stopped ouzing and I lifted my
hand away. "Oh my darling Simon, you must never tell a soul about this,
promise me" I nodded as I felt his finger being eased out of my
bottom. John knelt down in front of me, and pulled my panties down. I
watched as my stiff boy-cock sprang out, and saw him take hold of it, play
with it, and slip his lips over it. Oh, it felt so gorgeous, his head
bobbing up and down making his lips wank me off. I dropped my hands onto
his head and just watched him. I'd heard of cock sucking at school. I felt
his hands on my bootm cheeks again, felt them part, and, OOOhhhhh, felt a
finger slip back inside my bottom.

"Oh John, that's so lovely" I heard myself saying "keep on doing it please"
In seconds, I was losing control, and then my little boy-cock was spurting
it's load into Johns' mouth. I couldn't help it. When I'd finished, he
lifed his head and opened his mouth. There was my cum, inside his mouth. He
eassed his finger out of my bottom, stood up and cuddled me to him once
again. My hands slipped around him to cup his bottom cheeks, and pull him
closer. We stood there cuddling for ages, me placing little kisses over his
nipples. "Was that nice"? he whispered. I nodded. After a while he
suggested we should get dressed, and we slowly dressed as we watched each
other. He took hold of my hand and led me back down the footpaths, until we
reached the edge of the wooded area. I could see my school friends still
playing on the swings. If only they knew about the beautiful things I'd
just been doing. He let go of my hand and we walked around the edge of the
playing field. "Do you know what I'd really like Simon"? he asked. I shook
my head. "I'd like you to come round to my flat tomorrow, will you do
that"? I nodded. "Good, and wear some of that nice underwear"? I nodded. "I
want you to pose for some photos in those lovely undies, and then pose,
with me on the bed. Will you do that"? I nodded. We walked together round
to his road, and to his block of flats. "This is it Simon, I'm on the top
floor, number 12. What time can you come round"? I said" around lunchtime,
say 12.30". "That's good" he whispered " there'll be a key under the
mat. Let yourself in ok"? I nodded and walked off towards home.

I showered and changed before Mum got home. "Had a good day Simon" she
asked, pulling me to her for a cuddle. My head was pulled into her blouse,
my face feeling her nicely filled bra cups, my nose smelling her perfume. I
eased my arms around her and let my hands fall over her bra clasp. As I
played with it through her blouse, I told her that I'd been playing with
friends over in the park. "You didn't go near the woods did you"? she
asked. "No Mummy" I said "I'd never go there"., "Good boy, give me a kiss
for doing what Mum says" I lifted my head, our lips met. I could taste her
lipstick.

End of Part 1