Bi-Sexual Male / 55
Early Warmth
As a child I was a frequent masturbator. I played with my little penis several times a day, loving the wonderful feeling . At night I would pull the pillow under the sheets and wank myself to sleep cuddling the soft material into my crotch. I think I was sexually precocious.
We lived in the country, near some woods, next door to another family. We were good friends with them, and the kids would visit each other regularly to play and chat. The father was a really nice guy, tall and heavy built, always joking and making everyone laugh. He was very interested in me, making me feel special. If we were alone he would put an arm round my shoulders and give me a hug. I enjoyed this and never tried to stop him or pull away. The families would walk together in the local woods and enjoyed the outdoors. When I was about 12 we started walking together on our own. He would tell me about woodland things, about plants and the wildlife. He took the opportunity to hug me more frequently, now that we were on our own. These walks became a normal thing, no-one made any comment about it, he was a very trusted part of the family. After a while, as we walked, his hugging became holding, his arm would stay round me and would drop to my waist from time to time. I never pulled away from him, and his expectation of compliance with this intimacy grew over time. I noticed that I was exciting him because of the bulge in his trousers. My curiosity and fascination made my little penis hard, which he must have noticed. He started asking me about masturbation, how often I liked doing it. I confessed to my constant addiction and how I wasn't able to stop it. I remember the next episode very clearly. He took me into some cover and cuddled me against him, his hand on my bottom as he made me rub against him. I climaxed intensely. He was kissing me and telling me what a lovely boy I was. He undid his pants and underpants and showed me his hard cock. It looked enormous compared with my little thing, very thick with a big well defined knob and prominent veins. His balls were big heavy and hairy. He took my hand and put it on this massive thing. It felt so warm and hard. I played with it, feeling it and exploring that lovely big knob. Of course the inevitable happened, and he started to cum with jerking and groaning, cum squirting and pouring out of the deep cum slit. Some of his warm spunk trickled down over my young hand. After some time he recovered. I wanted to climax again. I took down my pants and masturbated vigorously. After a while we recovered our senses. He used his hanky to wipe the cum off my hand. We walked home in silence. After
that shocking episode the effect on me was shattering. All I could think about was that huge cock and the squirting cum. I wanted to do it again. I masturbated even more vigorously remembering every detail of that life changing event. After that our walks involved the most intimate sex. He would play with me, I would play with him and make him cum, not just once. One day I was enjoying the sight and smell of his heavenly cock when he put his hand behind my head and gently lowered my face towards his cock, pressing his big knob against my lips. I took it into my mouth and started to fondle the contours of that wonderful thing. He was out of his mind with pleasure and the spunk hit the back of my throat making me gag. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and the rest of his slippery cream squirted over my face and mouth.
I was his sex toy. Every time we were alone I sucked him and he fondled my bottom, his fingers finding my sensitive anus. I knew what he wanted, my tight young bottom round his hot hard cock. The rest of the story another time!!
We lived in the country, near some woods, next door to another family. We were good friends with them, and the kids would visit each other regularly to play and chat. The father was a really nice guy, tall and heavy built, always joking and making everyone laugh. He was very interested in me, making me feel special. If we were alone he would put an arm round my shoulders and give me a hug. I enjoyed this and never tried to stop him or pull away. The families would walk together in the local woods and enjoyed the outdoors. When I was about 12 we started walking together on our own. He would tell me about woodland things, about plants and the wildlife. He took the opportunity to hug me more frequently, now that we were on our own. These walks became a normal thing, no-one made any comment about it, he was a very trusted part of the family. After a while, as we walked, his hugging became holding, his arm would stay round me and would drop to my waist from time to time. I never pulled away from him, and his expectation of compliance with this intimacy grew over time. I noticed that I was exciting him because of the bulge in his trousers. My curiosity and fascination made my little penis hard, which he must have noticed. He started asking me about masturbation, how often I liked doing it. I confessed to my constant addiction and how I wasn't able to stop it. I remember the next episode very clearly. He took me into some cover and cuddled me against him, his hand on my bottom as he made me rub against him. I climaxed intensely. He was kissing me and telling me what a lovely boy I was. He undid his pants and underpants and showed me his hard cock. It looked enormous compared with my little thing, very thick with a big well defined knob and prominent veins. His balls were big heavy and hairy. He took my hand and put it on this massive thing. It felt so warm and hard. I played with it, feeling it and exploring that lovely big knob. Of course the inevitable happened, and he started to cum with jerking and groaning, cum squirting and pouring out of the deep cum slit. Some of his warm spunk trickled down over my young hand. After some time he recovered. I wanted to climax again. I took down my pants and masturbated vigorously. After a while we recovered our senses. He used his hanky to wipe the cum off my hand. We walked home in silence. After
that shocking episode the effect on me was shattering. All I could think about was that huge cock and the squirting cum. I wanted to do it again. I masturbated even more vigorously remembering every detail of that life changing event. After that our walks involved the most intimate sex. He would play with me, I would play with him and make him cum, not just once. One day I was enjoying the sight and smell of his heavenly cock when he put his hand behind my head and gently lowered my face towards his cock, pressing his big knob against my lips. I took it into my mouth and started to fondle the contours of that wonderful thing. He was out of his mind with pleasure and the spunk hit the back of my throat making me gag. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and the rest of his slippery cream squirted over my face and mouth.
I was his sex toy. Every time we were alone I sucked him and he fondled my bottom, his fingers finding my sensitive anus. I knew what he wanted, my tight young bottom round his hot hard cock. The rest of the story another time!!
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