Date: Wed, 31 May 2006 11:32:47 +0000
From: Zack McNaught <bwriterb@hotmail.com>
Subject: stallboy

Disclaimer: obviously this if fiction. If you don't get that, you're
probably not a well-functioning member of society. It involves a grown man
and a fully consenting (actually, positively sexually agressive!) twelve
year old boy. No real children were harmed in the making. Or any fictitious
ones, come to that.
Please e-mail me if you enjoy the story, I love to get your e-mail. I'm
Zack, and I can be reached at bwriterb@hotmail.com. I've also written Mark's
Bedtime Story at Nifty in Adult-Youth, and have an archive of youth-youth
stuff at www.asstr.org/~zack/. Thanks for reading, and please get in touch,
I'll reply as soon as I can.



I didn't expect it, wasn't really looking for it. Don't even know his name
after it happened, he never wanted to see me again. Which is a shame,
because he was the horniest twelve year old I've ever met. And this is how
it happened, no bullshit.
When I was a student at university, there was a cruising spot in the Union
building. I went from time to time when I needed to get my dick sucked. I
wasn't really all that interested in the guys there, they were all a bit old
for my tastes, but it was fun and occasionally a young-looking student could
be found. I went one last time before I left university, and it was full of
old men looking for students, and had become a seedy hangout rather than the
great place it once was.
A few weeks ago, I happened to be back in town, visiting the university as
part of a partnership scheme run jointly with the enterprise organisation I
work for. I noticed as soon as I arrived that the students appeared to have
got a lot younger these days. Much, much younger, in fact. I commented as
such to my university-based colleague, and he laughed quickly, before
informing me that the university had open days for schools occasionally, and
this was one of the occasions. I tried to hide my excitement at being
surrounded by so many young boys, whilst at the same time checking them all
out.
I had time to forget about the kids during the meetings which filled my
morning. I actually had quite a successful time, and when it came to
lunchtime I wandered into the union in search of lunch with a spring in my
step. I stopped by the sandwich shop and grabbed something prepackaged which
didn't look all that appetising, and started to head back out of the
building. Just as I was going, though, I felt my stomach cramp, and realised
I really needed to go to the loo, something which had escaped my attention
up to that point. I found a sign quickly enough, and began to follow it,
only realising when I reached the door that it was directing me to my old
cruising spot.
My heart actually raced a little as I entered the toilets. Behind a
new-looking door, they were the same as ever. Even the smell was exactly the
same, and the same old condom machine still occupied the corner. I was a
little surprised, since the toilets had been old when I was at university,
and that was nearly five years past. Clearly no funds had been allocated to
update them, for which I was actually grateful. I made my way down to one of
the stalls that had always seen action, reminiscing about the old times, but
not seriously thinking to get any. I bolted the door behind me, and sat down
to do my business. I won't go into gory details about that, but I was done
in a couple of minutes, and was just flushing the toilet when I heard the
main door open a little hesitantly. Something, some kind of sixth sense,
told me to stay where I was, and I sat back down. Sure enough, the door in
stall next to mine shut, and the lock was pulled across. Now getting a
serious dose of adrenaline, I leaned down to glance through the hole which
should have been at dick height for the average man standing to pee. But all
I could see was blue fabric. I figured that maybe whoever was there was
blocking the hole with their sleeve, and I was about to forget about the
whole thing, when I saw another hole, slightly larger, just a bit further
down, half concealed by the angle it had been cut at. I knelt down in my
cubicle and put my eye to it. What I saw took my breath away and sent the
blood rushing from my head to my dick, making it so hard it hurt. Rather
than blocking the view, I realised the sleeve I had seen was part of the
jumper of one of the school kids, and through the lower hole I could see his
dick.
And he wasn't pissing. He was playing. His trousers and pants were on the
floor somewhere, and I could see everything as one hand fondled his dick. It
was about four inches long, not too thick, and uncut, with a long foreskin
that hung over the end on the upstroke, and was pulled taught on the down
stroke. At its base there was the very beginnings of hair, light and blond,
almost translucent, and beneath hung a crinkled scrotum, bald as the day he
was born, but still fat-looking. I was happy to just watch what was going
on, assuming he'd left his classmates to come in and relieve the tension in
private. He probably didn't even realise he could be seen, I guessed, and I
started slowly stroking myself in time.
What happened next was something that I thought never did, that I thought
was the preserve of fantasies. In the age old style of the people I had
cruised at this spot in the past, he knelt down in his cubicle and shoved
his hand under the divider, making the wanking motion. I wasn't about to
turn this opportunity down, and moved my dick over to his hand. He grasped
it eagerly and started an up and down motion that threatened to make me come
almost instantly. I was spewing precum all over his hand, which he rubbed
into the length of my shaft.
After about thirty seconds of this, I thought it was over when he removed
his hand. I was wrong, though. He stood on the other side of the partition,
and I heard the distinct noise of the lock being drawn back on his cubicle.
This kid knew all the signs. Eagerly, desperate not to let the moment pass,
I pulled up my trousers, abandoning my lunch in the cubicle, and nipped
outside. The door to his cubicle was, as expected, ajar, and I
ever-so-carefully pushed it open, and got my first sight of the boy.
He was absolutely stunning, very light brown hair, almost blonde, worn long
in the current trend amongst his peers, framing a face that wouldn't have
looked out of place in a painting of and angel. Below he was clad in his
school uniform, a blue jumper over a light blue shirt, and on the floor
bunched around his ankles were his grey trousers, sitting on top of black
shoes. I couldn't see his dick, it was hidden beneath the jumper which hung
down as he sat on the toilet. He smiled up at me when I entered, a nervous,
self conscious smile. I dropped my trousers and pants again, and fished out
my dick, which had lost none of its hardness. I wasn't quite prepared for
what happened next, and so I let out a huge, loud gasp when it did. The kid
leaned forward, grabbed my dick and firmly stuffed it into his mouth,
turning on the suction when the head was barely past his lips.
This was one of my greatest fantasies, beyond getting into the kid's
backside, and so I was never going to last long. I warned the kid that I was
close, but for some reason he just carried on. I really expected him to pull
away, but he just moved my dick to the entrance of his mouth and started
flicking his tongue across the exposed head. I exploded in the biggest way,
and I could see the kid's mouth expanding with the volume. I was still
spewing when I saw the cheeks hollow, and felt the motion of him swallowing.
That was only going to get me hotter than ever, and I pumped and pumped
until there was nothing left. He swallowed twice more, before releasing my
dick.
I was in an absolute daze. I fell back against the stall door and closed my
eyes for a moment. When I reopened them, he was staring up at me, dick in
hand as he leaned back and played with himself.
`Thanks,' I managed to whisper, which got another of those nervous smiles in
return. `Is there anything I could do for you?'
He hesitated then, obviously unsure if he was asking too much, but
eventually spoke.
`Can I bum you? I've never done that...'
I had to think about that for all of half a second. The only time I'd taken
it before had been painful and unpleasant, but that guy's dick was a monster
in comparison with the little spike in front of me. I was truly in a
perverted mood, and wanted him to have fun.
`I'll suck you for a bit so it goes in,' I said, kneeling down in front of
him.
His erection was warm and soft, and yet at the same time steel hard. He
pushed eagerly forward into my mouth as I took it in, bracing himself with
both hands on the toilet seat. I savoured the very slight salty tang of a
little precum that had frothed up at the pucker of his foreskin as he wanked
himself. He was panting slightly as I sucked him, bobbing my head up and
down, and I decided that I needed to get him into me before he came.
I stood up and turned around, lowering myself a little so he could reach. I
felt a pair of hot little hands on my hips, and an insistent prodding at my
back door. I tried to push out, something I remembered from the last time,
and suddenly he was very much in me. He went straight in, no stopping, until
his tummy was pressed up against my lower back. It hardly hurt at all, but I
definitely knew he was there, his dick a hard rod of flesh that warmed me
enjoyably. When he started pumping in and out, a question came to my mind
that had been forming for a few minutes.
`Can you sperm yet?' I asked him, trying to use the sort of terminology he
might know.
`Uh-huh,' he replied in the positive, enjoying himself too much for proper
words.
`When you're about to sperm can you pull out and spurt it in my mouth?'
It was a bit of a risk going for something so dirty, but I figured he was
already fucking me so there wasn't much ground left to cover.
`'k', he replied. I smiled to myself as a jolt of excitement got my dick
hard again.
He carried on for about another five minutes before he was insistently
pulling out, and tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around he was
holding his dick, which looked remarkably clean, tugging on it with a tight
fist. I knelt immediately and opened my mouth wide. He carried on wanking
for a moment, then leaned in and aimed the head of his dick at my mouth,
pulling the skin back taut.
I felt three or four shots hit the back of my mouth, and then a little drop
deposited on my tongue, before he pulled back and sat back down. I tasted
the thin, watery deposit, revelling in the knowledge that I was tasting a
pubescent boy's undeveloped spunk. I swallowed after washing it around my
mouth a few times, as I watched him wipe off his rapidly shrinking dick with
toilet paper. By the time he was done, it was entirely soft, glowing a soft
pink, beautiful looking. He pulled up his uniform pretty quickly and barged
past me to get out of the stall. Despite a few attempts, he refused to give
me his name or e-mail address, only admitting that he was twelve before he
left me alone and satisfied in the stall.

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