Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2018 15:47:17 +0000
From: Andy Mann <andymann303@outlook.com>
Subject: Mr. Stedman's Boy - Part 1

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Gay/adult-youth: oral anal, t/M+

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Mr. Stedman's Boy - Part 1

I was twelve years old when I stayed at Mr. Stedman's house one weekend,
when Alan, his son, wasn't there. Alan was my best friend, so I was always
visiting his house in Bradley Drive. Roy, Mr. Stedman, had a well rehearsed
routine going whenever I stayed over for sex.

By the time I was twelve, two years after our first get-together, I was
mad-keen on sex. Therefore, when I first arrived at the house, because I
was so horny, Roy would always take me into the lounge and wank me off
before we had tea. He would sit on the sofa; I would lay across his lap,
and then he would pull my shorts and underpants down and wank me off.

Well, that Saturday, after I'd had my first climax, he said to me, 'Hey,
Paul, I think you should see this!'

So I looked down to see what he was doing. I could hardly believe my
eyes. He was holding the end of my cock, between finger and thumb, and
there was a blob of milky-white liquid oozing out of my piss-slit. I knew
immediately what it was, but I still couldn't believe it.

Roy messed with it for a few seconds, and then showed me how he could
stretch it between his finger and thumb. My very first load! How fantastic!

I was so excited, and so was Roy.

'No more dry climaxes for you, my lad,' he said, smiling.

Roy was crazy about me, so when he asked me who should taste it first, I
let him do it. I was rewarding him for all those horny sex-romps.

* * *

And now I'll move on to when I was thirteen years old. Why? Because that's
when we had our first proper fuck, and I mean our first proper fuck when he
put every inch of his beautiful cock right inside me.

Over the years, he had put his knob in my arsehole and climaxed many times,
but I'd never allowed him to shove his cock right in. I don't like pain a
lot, so that's why I didn't let him put his man-size cock right in. But
there was a reason why I let him fuck me properly that day.

I hadn't seen him for a couple of weeks, so I was really desperate for
sex. So, when he put his knob in me, I was far too horny to care about the
pain. He pushed in a bit further than he normally did. I was naked, and on
my hands and knees, when he did it. Because it hadn't really hurt me, I
didn't object, and anyway, I was too busy wanking myself off while he was
fucking me. In fact, I was pushing back and forth on his knob when it went
in properly.

I felt a really funny feeling. Well, it wasn't that funny really. It
shocked me at first; but then the vibes quickly overwhelmed my body and
made it tingle. I'd never felt anything like it in my life before. So I
turned round to Roy and told him to fuck me properly.

He smiled as he squeezed my hips and stepped up his stroke rate. I stopped
wanking myself off and concentrated on working his cock in and out of my
arsehole. He'd put plenty of Vaseline in my hole, so it wasn't really a bad
pain. In fact, it began to be a nice pain if you can understand what I
mean. A bit like when somebody is biting your nipples and the nice feeling
cancels out the pain. That's what was happening in my arsehole.

Anyway, we carried on doing it, and all the while I was getting a nice
pain. Roy's cock was going further and further in my hole. But I didn't
care about that. In fact, I was pushing back at him and helping him.

And then it happened. The nice pain began to change and become more like
being wanked off. I really liked that, and moaned with pleasure when Roy's
ball-sac began bashing against my arse-cheeks. And that's when I climaxed
without touching my cock. It was the craziest, most beautiful feeling of
all.

Roy unloaded every bit of his spunk into me. I couldn't feel it going
inside me, but just the thought of what was happening made me feel
super-sexy.

Afterwards, we talked and cuddled, and Roy explained all about the
prostate, the man's G-spot.

* * *

So life went on for me and Mr. Stedman for the rest of that year. Some
things changed. For a start, I saw less of Alan's cock. He was becoming a
real fan of group sex, so he was always off with his father's like-minded
friends. I liked playing it safe, so I stayed with Roy, my mentor. He was
my sex outlet, and he was damned good at it. By the time I was fourteen, I
could take his entire cock easily, and I could shoot loads of spunk.

And then things all went wrong when I was fifteen.

* * *

I knew something was going on when Roy began to cancel our regular
sex-romps. Then, one Saturday morning, I saw his car in the high
street. The car was coming towards me, so I decided to step forward and
catch his attention. A second later, when I thought I saw a mop of blond
hair on the passenger side, I quickly stepped back.

I was puzzled at first, and thought perhaps I'd made a mistake. But then I
thought about it a little more - Roy loved little blond boys, so I had been
dumped for a younger model.

Half-an-hour later, I was standing outside his lock-up garage. In my day,
the garage was locked from the outside, with a padlock through a hasp and
staple, when we weren't in there, naked and fucking. And when we were in
there, naked and fucking, it was bolted shut on the inside. I looked at the
double doors and saw no padlock, so Roy was inside.

I knew straight away what was happening. That mop of blond hair belonged to
Roy's new sex-pet. And that sex-pet was now inside the garage with good old
Mr. Stedman. They were probably both naked by now, and wanking each other
off in the car.

I was both furious and intensely jealous. So I kicked the doors and ran
away, crying my eyes out.

* * *

I was still sulking a couple of days later, so I decided to go to the
cinema and forget my troubles. To this day, I can't remember what film was
showing. However, I do remember paying my money and sitting on my own in
the cheap seats.

I was sitting on my own because the cinema was only half full. Plus, I was
still a horny little sod, so in the dark, I could put my coat across my lap
and have a wank.

After about ten minutes, when I was sure nobody was watching me, I got my
cock out and began to play with it.

Suddenly, a man came along the row of seats and sat right next to me. I was
surprised, and angry. Why hadn't he gone and sat somewhere else? There were
plenty of empty seats in the cinema, so why sit next to me!

So there I was, sitting in my seat with my coat draped across my lap. My
flies were open and my cock was still in my hand - I just didn't get the
chance to straighten myself up before he appeared. I leaned back and, using
my peripheral vision, tried to look at him.

He was a youngish man; in his early twenties. He had blond hair and was
quite good-looking. The sod was also a bully - he knocked my arm off the
armrest between us and replaced it with his own. I was fuming! In fact, if
it wasn't for the fact that my flies were wide open, I would have got up
and gone and sat somewhere else.

He then pressed his leg against mine. I was shocked, and then even more so
when he placed his hand on my knee. That's when my throat went dry and my
cock became rigid again. The man was a fellow pervert!

His fingers began to gently squeeze my knee, but at the same time caress my
thigh. I'd been here before - a long time ago, Mr. Stedman and I had spent
some time at the cinema. Geez, I was so excited! Then the fingers moved
from my thigh to my crotch - the man had no shame.

Instinctively, I let him have his naughty way with me. My heart was beating
like a drum, and then his hand found my hard-standing cock, which was
twitching away like billy-o. He wrapped his fingers around my stem and
began to stroke it. Then suddenly, he stopped and whispered in my ear, 'My
lorry is parked nearby, and it's got a sleeper cab. So if you want me to
suck you off, then follow me out.' And at that, he got up and left the
cinema.

As soon as he'd left, I sat and thought about my options. Sex with a
stranger? I'd never done that before. In fact, the only sex I'd ever had
was with Alan and Roy, and that was in familiar surroundings. What to do?
My cock made my mind up for me. It was throbbing like mad and it wanted to
be sucked off, and it didn't care about the risks of doing it with a
complete stranger.

* * *

When I left the cinema, he was waiting on the pavement opposite. I could
now see him properly, and I was well impressed. He wasn't a large man, but
neither was he small. If I'd seen him on the high street, I definitely
would have given him a second glance. He gave me a big grin as I crossed
the road.

'Come on,' he said. 'The lorry is parked about a quarter of a mile away, in
the old lorry park. Do you know where that is?'

'Yes. By the new supermarket,' I replied.

'What's your name?' he asked.

'Alan,' I replied, saying the first name that came into my head.

'I'm Frank,' he said. 'Nice to meet you Alan. Have you done this before?'

'No, never.'

He must have seen that I was apprehensive, because he grinned and said, 'If
you're a cock-sucker like me, then it's easy. But it's your choice. I'm
twenty-four. How old are you, Alan?'

'Fifteen.'

'You're a good-looking boy,' he said. 'It must be my lucky day.'

That made me giggle, and then I asked him, 'Where are you from, Frank?'

'Manchester,' he replied. 'I do this run twice a week. I drive for an
electrical engineering company. I deliver all round this area, and do about
fifty deliveries each trip. I set off Monday morning and get back
Wednesday, around five o'clock. And then they load me up over night and I
come down here on Thursday morning and go back on Saturday. I do the same
thing every week.'

'Do you park up here every night, when you're down here?' I asked him,
finding it easy to talk to him.

'Yes. I can sort my run out so that the last delivery for the day is near
here. I've just been given a new DAF truck with a sleeper cab. It's bloody
lovely.'

I giggled, knowing exactly what he was hinting at.

'I used to stay at The Red Lion. All sorts get in that kinky place. There's
boys your age dress up as girls. It's that sort of pub. I've even seen kids
a bit younger than you in there.'

I was amazed at what Frank was telling me. Boys dressed as girls! Wow!

We reached the lorry park and Frank weaved his way through the parked
lorries until we came to his DAF, which had all the curtains drawn. He
pointed me towards the passenger side and then went around the other
side. I stood there for a moment and then saw the lights come on in the
cab. Then the door opened on my side and Frank told me to climb up and get
in.

It was lovely inside, and smelt new. I looked behind me. The curtains to
the sleeper compartment were open and I could see the bed. There was a
sleeping bag rolled up on it. I was as nervous as hell. Then Frank took his
shoes off and climbed into the sleeping compartment, pushed the sleeping
bag to one end. He then grinned at me and patted the bed, saying, 'Hop in
then! I won't bite you!'

So I slipped off my own shoes and climbed into the compartment and lay
down. Immediately I did, Frank reached across me and drew the curtains
across.

'Are you sure you're okay with this?' he asked.

I nodded. He grinned.

'Brilliant!' he said. 'Now let me get to that gorgeous cock of yours.'

Frank did all the initial work. He stripped me naked, opened his mouth, and
sucked in my hard-standing cock. He'd obviously done this before. He was an
expert. And so was I, but at that stage I wasn't going to tell him I
was. He was fantastic, and unlike Mr. Stedman, he was into fifteen-year-old
boys. He gorged on my cock until I could stand it no more, and then I shot
my load into the back of his throat. It all went down his gullet. He
obviously liked fifteen-year-old boy spunk.

He came up the bed and lay beside me, and looked down into my face.

'Did you enjoy that, Alan?'

I grinned at him, and nodded.

'Fancy doing it to me?' he asked.

'Are you clean?' I asked.

'Yes, I always have a shower at the public baths. I hate being dirty. But I
will wear a condom if you want me to.'

I thought about it for a moment. Frank didn't know it, but I loved
spunk. So I shook my head.

'No, don't wear a condom. It won't be nice for you if you wear one of
those. I'll do it without. How do you want to do it?'

For an answer, Frank rolled over onto his back, shoved his jeans and
underpants down, and pointed to where he wanted me to go, which was in the
69 position.

'You don't mind if I suck on your cock some more, while you're sucking me
off?' he asked. 'I know you've just shot your load, but I'll be gentle with
you. You've got a gorgeous cock and ball-sac.'

So I did as I was told, and let him get my semi-erect cock in his mouth
before I started on him.

Frank's todger was just a bit bigger than Mr. Stedman's. And it was a real
nice one. It was a different shape to Roy's - Frank's cock curved upwards,
like a banana, and he didn't have a foreskin. Also, he had lots of pubic
hair - Roy always shaved his pubic hair off, so that was different. I was
never into pubic hair, so I had to suffer that difference.

Frank must have thought all his birthdays had come at once. Despite wanting
to pretend that I was a novice, I really went to town on that lovely
banana. And as I did so, Frank's fingers began playing with my balls,
bum-cheeks and hole.

At the age of fifteen, I could deep throat with ease. That's an art a boy
slut learns naturally if his gag-reflex isn't too sensitive. It takes years
of practice, but I'd had years of practice - I would bet that Roy's new boy
couldn't suck a man-cock like I could, and I would bet my arse that Roy
missed what I could do with his cock.

So Frank got the full works, and did he like it!

'Bloody hell, Alan,' he sighed. 'That was the best suck-off I've ever had
in my life! Where on earth did you learn to suck cock like that? You're
only fifteen, for fuck sake!'

I never did tell him, and neither did I tell him how he was the best fuck
I'd ever had, after he put his cock into my arsehole and fuck me twice. And
at nine o'clock at night, when I left him, I'd bet a pound to a penny that
he went to sleep straight away.

He was completely knackered. And as for me, I was also knackered - my legs
were like jelly as I walked home, unable to keep that sexy grin off my
face. However, when I got home and was in bed, I did have another wank
while I was thinking about what had happened. Mr. Stedman had dumped me for
a younger model, but now I knew the old saying was right, 'as one zip
closes, another one opens'.

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