I don't know how he knew what I was after, but he knew. I didn't at
his age,
which I guessed to be about 13, maybe 14. He'd grown recently, that
much was
certain, slightly gangly, trousers slightly too short, showing off white
sports socks encased by scruffy trainers.
I was at the mall, cruising kids. By that I don't mean the usual idea of
going off somewhere with someone you cruise and getting it on. No, I was
just after a glimpse, maybe a little look from the kid, a bit of showing
off. It's amazing how many kids will have a look around and flash you
their
little dicks when you're at the urinals. They seem to take a wonderful,
perverse pleasure in showing off, and they love having a look at what
you
have. Several times I've stood there flashing a kid back and forth for
half
a minute while he grins away, eyes focussed on my dick, which I make
sure
I'm always wanking.
Anyway, back to the story I wished to relate. This kid came in, a little
older than the ones who usually play, and stood near me, on the same
row of
urinals. He started off quite shyly, head down, covering himself, but I
noticed after a few seconds that he started to glance sideways. I made
sure
I had plenty on show, and I saw his gaze lock on to my dick. When he
looked
up into my face, I gave him the friendliest smile I could, and he
returned
it, before glancing back down to his own dick.
I followed his gaze, and after a few seconds he turned a little toward me, showing me the tip of his dick, covered with a nice pucker of his foreskin, poking out of the fly of his jeans. As I say, I usually end it there with the kids. I know they're only interested in a little game, and they normally zip up and leave fairly sharply. This time, I was in danger of getting very hard very soon, and wanted the privacy of having a good wank, so I left the urinals and disappeared around the corner to where the stalls were, with one last smile at the kid, whose eyes followed me.
I don't know what made me pause,
but I
did, and as I looked back to where the urinals were the boy appeared
around
the corner. He gave me a little smile, and started walking straight
towards
me. I stood there dumbfounded as he walked past me into the stall, but
had
the presence of mind to quickly follow him and shut the door behind us
both.
Almost immediately he was feeling the crotch of my jeans, so I quickly
unzipped them and dropped them and my pants to the floor, letting my
now-hard dick spring free. He dropped his too, revealing a dick still
soft
and shrivelled, and balls drawn up tightly beneath.
He was nervous, that much was obvious, but he grabbed my dick and
started
wanking me, pushing my hand away with a little scowl as I reached for
him.
Ok, I thought, that's fine, I'm still getting wanked by a young teen,
and
there was plenty to look at. His t-shirt didn't cover up his crotch,
and I
watched as his little rubbery penis bounced up and down on his wrinkled
little sack. There was a very light dusting of pubic hair above his
dick,
running down the sides a little, and it was mousey brown like the hair
on
his head. None of it had grown long enough to curl yet, so I knew it
must
have been a fairly recent addition.
As I watched his dick, it showed no
sign
of growing, staying a couple of inches long, with that overhanging
foreskin,
and a lovely wrinkled appearance.
I nearly came, and didn't want it to end there, so I took another
chance and
reached out for his dick. This time he didn't seem to mind, and my
fingers
closed around the softest, whitest little dick they had touched since I
was
a kid myself. I rolled him around in my hand for a bit, but when I went
to
touch his balls he gave me one of those scowls, and a little growl to
tell
me to stay away.
So, I concentrated on his dick.
Ever so slowly it began to lengthen and fatten, and after a couple of
minutes of fondling, it was standing a proud four inches out of his
body,
pointing for the sky like only a young boy's erection can. He let his
hand
drop away from me as I wanked him slowly, pulling the foreskin back and
forth a little. Its opening was tight, but there was enough movement
there
to give him a good wank, and I went at it for a couple of minutes,
watching
his face redden and hearing him catch his breath a couple of times.
I
was
getting worked up by how hot he was getting, and decided to take one
more
chance. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear,
"Can I suck you off?"
thought for a moment he was going to freak, but he just hung his
head, a
shamed expression it seemed, and nodded a couple of times.
I wasn't
going to
kneel on the cubicle floor to suck him, so we had to reposition
ourselves
with me on the seat and him standing in front of me. It wasn't a
straightforward process, and by the time we were done he was soft again,
though not as shrivelled as he was before. Clearly the nerves were still
there. I didn't mind at all, though, because it gave me the chance to
have
his soft dick in my mouth, something I relished. I rolled it around,
letting
my tongue play against the puckered opening of his foreskin, before
letting
the organ slip from between my lips.
It was half hard, and damp from my saliva. I marvelled at the strong
contrast between the white skin of his shaft and the pinkness of his
foreskin, which I now managed to skin back past his head with little
effort.
His dick hardened the rest of the way in my hand, trapping the roll of
skin
on his shaft, the head shining as it engorged with blood to its fullest
extent. It was such a lovely, soft pink colour, unlike the purple heads
of
older boys and men.
I couldn't hold off any longer, and leaned forward to suck his dick
into my
mouth, applying the maximum lungpower I had available on the way down,
feeling the head bulge slightly as I drew even more blood into it. I
could
hear a gasp from the boy, and he pushed me off him, grabbing his shaft
and
squeezing hard. When it was deflated enough, he pushed the skin back
over
his head, and I suddenly realised that it must have hurt as his dick
expanded with the tight ring of skin behind it.
He let me carry on,
though,
pulling his hands away and thrusting his hips forward, presenting his
still
fairly hard dick to me. I got the idea, and used my hand to get him all
the
way hard again, but this time without pulling back on his skin.
I sucked hard again as I took him back into my mouth, and again his dick
hardened to the strength of steel, but this time obviously without pain
as I
was allowed to continue. I kept the suction up and bobbed my head,
eliciting
more and more frantic gasps of air from the boy until his knees started
shaking and I could feel the tell-tale pulse of a strong orgasm ripping
through his dick, making it jump in my mouth.
I thought it might be dry, but the last two of the bigger pulses sent little volleys of fresh semen into my mouth, which I savoured the flavour of, salty but definitely sweet, with none of the bitterness associated with adult come. The boy was guilty now, the post-orgasmic realisation of what he'd done hitting home pretty quickly. He grabbed his pants, almost frantically doing them up, before pulling open the door and escaping, not even bothering to check if the coast was clear. I quickly shut the door behind him and looked down at my crotch, covered in the semen of not one but two spontaneous orgasms.