Date: Mon, 10 May 2004 21:57:20 +1000 (EST) From: Robert Reardon Subject: Van Master 1 (This is a true story that happened in Australia in 1973. It is a perfect example of the fact that young boys enjoy having their sexuality brought out by nice men, or other boys. To all the "do gooders" who think that it is the men that prey on the young innocent boys (or Girls) then you should ask more young lads about their early experiences. The only reason most now come forward and say they were molested as a youth is either to get out of some later crime, or because they smell money that can come to them in an easy fashion. It is about time that the courts woke up to these spiteful, vindictive mentally sick people and threw out their charges. If you agree with this and enjoy the words following this, e-mail me at: ronthepen@yahoo.com.au I liked sport a great deal. Living in Australia at that time I played cricket in the summer months and then switched over to rugby league for winter. Now that I had turned 13 I also liked looking at my growing cock and marvelling at the hairs that were now appearing at the base of it. Most mornings I was thrilled to wake up and feel it hard and tingly. I loved to lie back in bed for a few minutes and play with my hard cock and the feeling transmitted through my body was wonderful. Always mum would call me just as I was feeling really wonderful, so I had never ever reached a climax. Just about every other kid in my class was still not in the developing stage and I noted when we undressed for Physical Education that all of them had no hairs and their little cut cocks were still tiny. Mine was at least 3" long soft and when hard expanded out to almost 5" and my head was much larger than my shaft. At cricket that summer, I had not had any hairs but my cock had started to grow and some of the older boys around 14 and 15 would proudly show me their big cocks and occasionally one would produce a 6 to 7" stiffy, which I really admired. I hadn't yet started to think about girls, mainly I think because I was so enveloped in sport. In fact girls were still yuk to me. Dad was very encouraging about the sport and would always drive me to whatever field we would playing on and with mum would stay and watch the match, cheering on like most fanatical parents do. Just as the league season was to commence dad came into the bathroom as I was having a bath, looked at my growing soft (fortunately) cock and expanding balls, and suggested that I should get a jock strap before footy started. The next Friday afternoon we drove down to his friend Sam's Sporting Goods Store and he said in a proud voice that I wanted a Jock Strap. Sam was a nice guy about 45 and very much into sport. I often saw him at cricket or football and I knew that he was a terrific tennis player. "Bit young yet" stated Sam. "Oh no," announced dad proudly. "He's starting to developed down stairs and, you know, we better make sure that he had support." Sam looked at me with a peculiar facial expression, then suggested that I go into the fitting room out the back so he could make sure I had the right size. When we got out there he said to drop my school shorts and so I let him see my developing cock, and what I now realised were larger than normal for a boy my age, balls. Sam bent down for a closer look. "Yes," he said licking his lips, " you are growing aren't you. Now which size is best." He got up and took down three small cardboard boxes from the shelves nearby. The first showed a small cotton pouch with flat ribbons attached. He spread it out in his hands, then came around and ran his finger s across my little bubble bum. "No, too small for a kid like you." He pulled the next size out and suggested I try them on. I had no idea how to fit a jock so looked at them inn a funny way. "Like this," Sam stretched then out and as I stepped out of my shorts and undies he got me to lift one leg and then the other into the flat white ribbons. Then he dragged the jock up my legs and engulfed my cock and balls into the pouch and spread the ribbons around my bum. His hands went inside the ribbons to smooth them out and then under my arse hole to make sure they were smooth behind my balls. He then put his right hand down inside the pouch and adjusted my stiffening cock and balls. He gave my cock a little rub and then removed his hand, knelt down and admired the fitting. "Well," he smerked, "that should last until the cricket season. Then I will have to fit you out with a bigger one. Now don't go staining it will you." He laughed and then patted me on the stiff cock that was poking straight out and pushing the pouch well away from my crotch letting my balls fall out. "Take it off and I will wrap it for you," he almost whistled. I pulled the jock down and let my stiff 5" cock bounce easily into his view. I knew he wanted to see it, so why not. His eyes were glued to it as I took my time to find my undies and school shorts, allowing the stiff cock to protrude from under my shirt. I thought to myself, ' I wonder if he will charge dad, after the view I gave him'. Sure enough, when we went back out the front of the shop, he said to dad that they were a manufacturer sample so I could have them for free, and at the end of the footy season, he would swap them for a larger size. He even told dad that he would get another traveller's sample for me. I looked at him and smiled, knowing full well that if I needed anything for sport from now on I could get it for free with a bit of show and feel. Sam also remarked to dad that I was a developing well and would be a big boy when I grew up. Dad smiled and grabbed my hand as we waltzed out of the shop. "That was nice of Sam to give you that jock. He's a nice man and I know he will help you a lot with sports gear." I knew that already dad, I said silently to myself. We won our first two matches easily, and I was proud to have scored two tries in the first game and one in the second. Playing outside centre gave me lots of opportunities to get the ball at the right time. After our third match dad had to race off somewhere, so I went home with mum. However, she drove to the small shopping centre before going home. "I'm running late for my hairdresser. You get changed in the car and go and buy the grocery list. Here's enough money, and buy yourself an ice cream as well. Shan't be long love." And she was out of the car. We were parked next to a large panel van so I opened the back door and my front door and started to change. I took off my boots first and then my mud coated top before dropping my filthy shorts. There I stood in my jock (as yet unstained- I didn't really know what Sam had meant) and as I adjusted my cock and prepared to pull them down to put on undies I realised that a man was looking at me from the van. He smiled and kept looking so I thought I would give him a thrill, so I fisted my cock out of the pouch and let it get stiff. I bent over into the car looking for my undies and then realised I had not worn any this morning going to the match, just my jock. I turned around to give the man another view, but then grabbed my new sleeveless T-shirt, and then my fresh sport short shorts. I took off my footy socks and put on some flip-flops. I grabbed the money purse and the list and walked confidently towards the supermarket. I looked in the shop window and noticed the guy get out of the van and follow me. I thought about going to the toilet but thought that it wasn't a good idea. I shopped and as I went down one aisle, there he was coming up the aisle. He winked at me, so I winked back. He stopped near me and then turned and said in a quiet voice. "Nice arse kid. Thanks for the view." Cheeky little me replied, "Glad you liked it. I think it's nice too." When I got back to mum's car, there he was with the rear doors of the van open, as if he was putting something inside. I wheeled the trolley around and noticed that the inside was all done out with a mattress and cushions and neat stuff. It looked really nice. I opened my mum's boot and started to put the few parcels inside when the man came over. "Need a hand, boy," he asked. "Yeah, sure. Thanks," as he picked up a bag of groceries and put it inside. As he did so his other hand rubbed around on my bum, so I pushed back into it. "Like that, do you," again he questioned. "Yep. Feels good." We finished packing and I closed the boot lid as the man pushed the trolley to the packing rack for them. Then he came back and asked if I would like to see inside his van. You bet I thought, and I reckon he's like Sam and wants to feel my cock, so I jumped inside as he followed and closed the door. A hidden light cam on bathing the interior in soft glow. He looked at me and then extended his hand forward onto my bare leg. I sat there and let his fingers move softly up until they pushed in under the leg opening. By now my cock was reacting, and I spread my legs out and watched as my cock tented up my shorts. Before I knew it my shorts were off and so was my T and my cock was fighting to be released from the jock. That followed and then his mouth went down and engulfed my throbbing cock. His lips and tongue played havoc with my senses and then I felt my body go into spasms and I began to tingle all over and then started to buck and jump and then the most magic thing 8in my life happened and I experienced my very first orgasm. "Shit," I cried out in a muffled gurgle. It was so momentous I couldn't believe it. I continued to buck and jump and my bum lifted up off the mattress in a series of reverse push-ups. His mouth kept on sucking and within a minute I had a second explosion in my body, but this time I suddenly went limp. He lifted his face away from my still stiff cock, licked his lips and smiled. Then he bent down and tried to kiss me, but I wasn't ready for that just yet so turned my head away. His hands now rubbed all over my body. He cupped my developing pecs and down over my washboard tummy, back to the few pubic hairs around my cock. He didn't touch my cock but played with my balls with his fingers in a very delicate way. The he lifted up my legs and pushed his face into my arse. His tongue started to wash my bubble bums and I felt relaxed again and then I heard my mother open the car door and call out my name. We both moved slowly and silently as I pulled on my short shorts and sleeveless T and flip-flops. The guy slid open the side door of the van, which faced away from our car. As I slipped out he handed me a card with his telephone number on it. I stuffed it in the jock against my now soft cock and skipped away down the car line, so I could run back to mum from a far distance. "Just goofing around mum, that's all," I puffingly stated. "I see you didn't buy the groceries." "Oh yes I did mum. They're all in the boot," I was pleased to reply. Mum checked them all. As we drove off I wound my window down and waved down low to my new friend. When I looked up at the next set of traffic lights I spied him behind us in the outside rear view mirror. Again I waved. Man that had been the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced and I wanted it again. I felt for the card against my cock. It was still there. The following Wednesday I was surprised to see the same van parked down the road. I knew if I went to investigate I would miss my bus and have to walk all the way home, but I had to find out if it was my sex guy. I had lost his card somewhere at home and I was shitscared that mum would find it because I didn't know what it said. There was the same van. I remembered a scratch along the other side near the door. I was just about to knock on the door when I heard a moan inside and then when I gently put my hand on the side of the van, it was moving. My mind raced away that the man was sucking another boy like me and my cock went totally stiff and I had to adjust my shorts so it didn't show too much. I walked a little way off and sat down, just out of sight of the van, but where I could see anyone getting in or out. After about 15 minutes the side door slid open and out jumped Peter Wilson. He was in the 15-year grade cricket team and was a terrific all-rounder. Last summer he had top scored in just about every match and gave our school team the Shield. He was a terrific looking guy too. I watched as he lent into the door again and then waltzed off in the opposite direction. I jumped up from my hiding place and proceeded to walk down the road away from the van. I heard it start up, and was afraid to look back, but my heart stopped when it drove off up the road without a hint of stopping. Then my heart jumped as it suddenly stopped and I saw the white reverse lamp light up and it back down towards me. The passenger door swung open and my sexy man beamed down at me. "Hello. Do you go to that school just there?" he enquires. "Yep, I'm in grade 8," I replied. "Been kept in have you?" "Yep. I was naughty." "Need a lift home?" "Yep, I missed my bus." " Where do you live?" I told him the suburb and then the street. "I know where that is, I'll drive you to near there. Is that ok?" He asked me if I had enjoyed Saturday and I replied truthfully that it was outstanding. He asked if I had ever had an orgasm before and I said no, that was my first. "Well," he said, smiling," I am so pleased to have been able to provide you with your first orgasm. That is a huge thrill for me." He gave me another card, when I told him that I had lost the first one. Then he asked me about football and where was I playing the next Saturday. I told him as I got out of the van, just around the corner from home. I was whistling as I skipped along the short distance to our gate. My cock was stiff too and tenting out my school shorts but I didn't care. If you like this style of story, e-mail me with your comments E-mail: ronthepen@yahoo.com.au