Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2018 20:56:26 +0000 From: Rocky Hawkins Subject: Three Weeks (coming of age) Author's Note: This story is told as a fantasy, and I won't tell you that there is any truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not... I love email and feedback, so let me know if you like this one! DISCLAIMER: The following content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactions between a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Donate: Nifty operates free because there's people who donate to keep it running. Donate. It's worth the spunk. Contact me: Feedback and such to justwriting@soniq.org. ======================================================== I was 12 the first time I realized that the hard-ons I was having could be something more than annoying. I am Dade Murphy, and I am addicted to my dick. Actually, I think I am pretty much like any kid in my class. A bunch of 6th graders, just trying to figure it all out. For me, the only blonde kid in my class, I found out through a porn magazine that one of my Mom's handymen had left in the garage. See, I was an only child, and Dad died a long time ago, so Mom and I were always on our own. I wasn't quite handy with things yet, but we were pretty well off - so mom just had `people'. You know, like, the plumber, the guy who fixes the garage door, the guy who changes her oil. They all had access to the garage, and one day I got curious. I mean, they always had these cool tools and machines. That's when I found (and stole) the magazine. It was called "Cruisers". When I first found it, my face got hot. I could feel my entire 5'6" body get flush. I knew it was wrong to look - even more wrong to steal... but I was alone, and as I flipped the pages, my body began to react. We had talked about sex in class, a whole day of it, actually - so I knew what was going on. The pictures were making my body think about making babies, and so my dick was getting hard. Painfully hard. The entire 4" strained against my tighty whiteys, but I couldn't stop looking. When my hand crept down and rubbed against the fabric, my foreskin began to slide, and I got a shiver. Immediately I knew I was doing something that would get me in trouble, so I stuffed the magazine in my pants, under my shirt, and raced up to my room. Once there, I locked my door. I knew no one would be home today; Mom was working at the hospital, and I was trusted to be home by myself. But still. I pulled out the magazine, and twisted around. It fell to the bed, and opened. I glanced at it, taking off my shirt - But then, something caught my eye. The page had opened up to something I didn't hear about in health class. My shirt was still half off when I took a closer look. There were... 5 guys, all very oily looking and buff, all naked with long dicks. There was a girl too - a blonde, with really big boobs. What I couldn't get over was that 4 of the guys were standing over the girl, but the 5th guy was there, too. On his knees. Just like the girl. In fact, they were both blonde, both very thin. While she was wearing glasses, and a school-girl tie, it was pretty clear she was just about 30 years old. What got me stuck, was that the guy looked much younger. He was not just thin; he was small. He looked like he had no hair, or maybe it was shaved? And he had a smaller dick than the rest. He looked.. kinda like me? I turned to the mirror, and took off my shirt. Same kind of chest, both thin, with a fair skin tone. I bruised easily, so I had a couple spots where I got tagged in soccer. I looked down at myself. The guy on his knees had a `V' going down from his chest to his cock. I didn't have quite that, but my baby fat had gone over the summer, so I was flat. And, of course, I had started the pubic hair, so I had more than him. I pulled off my clothes, and slowly dropped to my knees. I but my elbows on the bed, and flipped through more of the pages. My dick was hard, and as I saw more and more of the blonde boy in the middle, sometimes in front of other guys, sometimes laying next to another woman... I couldn't help it. My hand drifted to my shaft. I began to pull on the skin, and sometimes I would pump with my hips. Each picture brought more and more intense feelings, and my hand was soon going faster and faster. Then it happened. My whole BODY went tight. My breathing stopped. I gasped for air as my hips began to jut forward. I tingled all over, and my dick decided it was time. First a squirt, then another. I had become a man! My dick was making sperm! My body fell back, and my chest heaved. My hand was all wet. I twisted back, one more time, and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a man! Well, that became my new hobby. I hid the magazine under my bed (where no one would ever find it!) and each night, after homework, and sometimes before, I would pull the magazine out. Each time, I would find a new page, and soon, I was able to cum almost on command. I knew the touch, the feeling, the sensations. By the 2nd week, I could even hold my cum back, and make it last LONGER. I was becoming an expert. By the third week, I was an expert. I had a system. I could wake up, cum in 2 or 3 minutes, clean up with my old sock, and no one would ever know! The laundry was cleaned, and I was saved the embarrassment of tissues, like the first week. I was so proud, but I couldn't tell anyone! Or, maybe? Steve was my best buddy on the soccer team. Like me, he was 12, going on 13. We were both pretty good players, and we'd joked a couple times about how we were gonna be famous Soccer stars, and marry supermodels. I asked if he wanted to come over on Friday, and that I had a really cool thing to show him. He agreed, but that I should come to his house. Friday was the worst day of my life. I felt like a criminal. I went the whole day - THE WHOLE DAY - with a porno in my locker!! Thankfully, I made it, and hit the bus with Steve. He lived in the town next-door, so he had to take a bus. I thought it was cool, since I didn't get to take busses very much; he wasn't as enthused. Dinner at his house was always an adventure. His older brothers were always in and out of the house, and you never knew what they were doing. Sometimes they had a project like a car motor to build, or a new money-making scheme like mowing lawns. All I knew is that they were 16, and 17, and in school, they were super cool. At 8:30, we all watched Knight Rider. At 10pm, the brothers went outside to the garage. We had to go to the basement, since Steve's mom said we were `rambunctious'. We hung out for a bit, and I was chomping at the bit. I had to tell my friend about the magazine! Steve's dad popped down about 10 minutes later, announcing that he was off to be, and that we had an hour. Like angels, we agreed. In no time, I had the magazine pulled out. I handed it to Steve. He grinned when he saw it. He knew it was a treasure! "So, you jerkin' to it and stuff, yet?" He asked. I nodded, and he smiled. "I don't have any, but my brothers do. All girls. This one has guys in it. That's cool." I didn't have to say much. I was already hard. We fell to the air mattresses, and both, on our stomachs, looked from page to page. Once in a while, he would say things like, "that girl is pretty," or, "I bet I'll get big like that soon." Then we hit the page. THE page. "Ha," he said. "What, Steve?" I asked. "Nuthin," "No, what?" I pressed. 
"Dude," he stammered. "That looks like... you." He had seen what I did. The guy in the middle, with the blonde hair next to the 30 year-old boob lady. He saw that it was like me. I chuckled, nervously, and we flipped the pages. Soon, he was focused on another weird thing. "OK, so I get what the guys were doing, like, in front of the other ones. They were like, yanking it so they could see," Steve said, now a crunched look on his face. "But, what's this all about?" From behind, a voice bellowed, "It's called a glory hole, ya dweeb!" It was Mark, Steve's 17 year old brother. "God, you little homos got a nudie mag right in front of ya, and you're not even jerkin' it? Don't you know anything about anything?" He reached down and yanked the mag from us. I don't know about Steve, but I wasn't willing to get up and take it back. Mark didn't need any more ammunition- and seeing my hard-on in our pajamas? That would be plenty! "We know plenty," Steve defended. "It's not like we didn't have health class! I even got pubes!" I blushed, and Mark just laughed. "Yeah Yeah, ok. You're an expert." He flipped through the magazine again, and it fell back to the picture that caused the confusion. It was a bathroom. Like, at a Mall. And on one side, the blonde guy like me was on his knees. On the other, two guys lined up, posed like they were lifting weights. Between them, a stall divider, but with a hole in it. "I've seen one of these before," Mark continued. I never noticed how tall he was. A basketball player for sure, down to the loose shorts and attitude. But he was cute. All of the Nelson family was. They were just... well, let's just say the magazine wasn't the only reason I get hard when I am here. And now that I know how to fix it, maybe Steve or Mark will be part of my nightly fantasy? But, cut short. "Yeah right, you saw a porn... hole?" Steve objected. We both looked up at him. He was staring at the magazine now, and his eyes were intent on the picture. His hand was lightly rubbing at his shorts. Was he...was he getting hard too? "Listen spaz, it happens to be COMMON knowledge," Mark reached in, adjusting himself. I saw a faint outline of his junk, as he pointed it upward. I don't know how big it was, but I could tell, he was hard over this. "Everyone knows that the construction site by the old mill has that bathroom.. you know.. that the... gay guys go to." This was all news to me. SO much information. Mark, getting a hard on right in front of us. Steve and I, drooling over this porno. Now, I mean, now, I find out there's actual guys who.. do porn stuff? In our town? Only a few blocks from my house? I had to see it. "Yeah, I hear it's all old dudes who can't get chicks. Creepy, really. Where'd you get this mag, anyway?" His words broke my spell. I told him about the garage and that it was one of the workers. He laughed. "Yeah, garages are great. No parents walking' in. So, ya gonna jerk it or what?" Steve and I locked eyes. I was scared. He was nervous. When neither of us answered, Mark took over. "Ok, I ain't gay, but these chicks got me boned up. Can I share the mag with you or not?" He flopped down in front of us, and we waited. He opened the page to another scene, with 3 girls and the two guys. They were all laying around each other, and there was white spunk on two of the girls. "Well, this works. Whip em' out. Who can shoot far?" I don't know what happened, but before I could think, Steve, Mark and I had pulled our shorts down, and our hard dicks were all pointed at the magazine. We each looked at one another, and while I was the only uncut guy, I wasn't the smallest. Steve hadn't grown much yet, but he could get hard like the best of `em. IT didn't last long. Mark shot first, and when I saw the teenager's thick cream bubble out of him and drip onto the magazine, I lost it. My hand, now an expert at it's tricks, slammed up and down like lightening. The first shot exploded from me, and the fierce jerking of my hand made it fly forward. I didn't know it at the time, but that shot landed on Mark's knee! Steve wasn't far behind, and his own cum was thicker than mine too. We didn't talk about it after that. In fact, about 30 seconds after we pulled our shorts up, Matt, the 16 year old, came down to harass us. I was quick to hide the magazine, or the `evidence', and we all joked around until we fell asleep. In the morning, I went home with my magazine hidden in a science book, and Steve and I never jerked off together again. By the beginning of the week, I was ready for more. I had a great time with the guys, but that felt like a one time thing. I wanted to try the hole, the glory hole. I wanted to see more guys, and what they do there. It was easy to get to. A quick 2 minutes on my bike, a short walk to the construction area of the park. But my guts? My Spine? That took convincing. Almost a week, in fact. Friday night, right after dinner, I did it. I hopped onto my BMX, I rode all the way to that knobby hill where they dropped a boulder and never moved it. I hid my bike in a group of bushes, and I watched. As the lights grew darker in the park, I grew more and more weary. Nothing was happening. I could see the lot. No cars. I could see the bathroom. No light changes. I gave up. But, I had to pee. The bathroom was dimly lit, and when I first walked in, I could smell the aromas that are typical of a boys locker room. Bleach, sweat, dried urine - the usual. A place like this would be something my mom would say `wash your hands twice.' At first impression, I thought it would be easier to just go home. But, I was here, and I had to pee. The first couple urinals were too close to the door. I didn't like that. Then, a row of sinks, and 3 stalls. I picked the middle one. No one was here, so why not. The door closed behind me, and I began to unzip. A steady flow came from me, and I could feel the relief immediately. The splash from the bowl masked that sound of the man who had come in. I didn't notice the footsteps. I didn't realize there was someone next to me. Until I flushed. A cough. Next to me, in the stall. I looked down, and there. A pair of shoes. Running shoes. One of the shoes began to tap. Once. Then, again. I waited. Another tap. Then a cough. I coughed back. It was all he needed. He listened and watched his feet as he bent down to the hole. "Wanna suh, or put ih?" It was a whispered voice, and I couldn't tell what he had said. "What?" I whispered. He repeated, but I still didn't hear. I got down to my knees, and got closer. I listened, and heard the jingle of a man's belt. The hole, once shining with light from the other stall, was now blocked. Slowly, something emerged. I gasped. "Suck it quick man, I gotta pick up my kids!" The voice said. He was a man! For the first time, up close, I saw it. A man's dick, through the hole. It was getting hard as we spoke. "You gonna suck it dude?" What can I say? I think I was made for it. There was no thought. My kips parted, and I took his cock in my hand. He pushed forward, and my mouth accepted him. He began to thrust, making a slight squeak each time his hips touched the wall. I let him in, taking him an inch, then 2, then 4, until all 5 or so was in my mouth. It felt good. Actually, more than good. It felt right. I started to move my tongue around, and I heard a moan. My lips grew tighter as he started to push in and out. "Oh," he'd say. "Yeah, stud," he'd comment. "Ow, ouch- watch your teeth!" I mumbled something to him, like, I'm sorry, but the words had no meaning. A man, a stranger, was giving me - letting me- suck his dick. "I'm close," he moaned. I felt his pumping speed up, and wondered if I should pull away. "Please don't pull off... they always pull off..." He was pumping faster now, and it felt like he was getting bigger. His strides got faster and deeper, and I had to pullback a little. His pumps were making me gag. "Yeah, man, get it. Gag on it, please...I'm so close." I didn't know how to stop. I was incredibly horny over this, and I didn't want to disappoint him. I put my mouth back to the hole, and he got faster. MY tears began to well up, and I felt like I was going to pass-out. He was going so fast now, I couldn't get a breath. "Yes, yes yes yes yes..." he chanted. The first shot from his cock took me by shock. It was right as I was trying to get him in over the last thrust, and my body gagged from the feeling. It was thick and hot, and my throat didn't want to breathe it in. Like anyone, the surprise made me pull back, and the second spurt from him hit me in the face. "No, no no - get your mouth on it!" He begged. I slid back on it, and let him fill me with his seed. There were 3 or 4 more good spurts. The taste was exotic - it tasted like dull oatmeal, with a bite of something. He pulled his dick from the hole, and I heard the pants and belt re-connect. "Thanks," was all he said, before he was gone. I didn't think to check for his car. I may never know who he was. I sat there, on my knees. I knew what I had done. I knew what I had tasted. I had officially had my first hard cock in my mouth, with a full load. In three weeks, my life had completely changed. And I loved it. ======================================================== Like it? Email me. justwriting@soniq.org