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The Rec - 3
by Nic27552 (nic27552@yahoo.co.uk)
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The story of my sexual journey from youth to old age.
Told in chapters, this is the first encounter of my
teenage self. Other chapters will be posted if the
reception is positive. (M/m-teen, ped, voy)
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Chapter 3: Two boys in the Woods
Thanks again for my many and positive reviews. I am
really grateful for the feedback and encouragement.
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This episode is the one I warned was out of sync to
the others. Mainly because that's the way my mind
works, going from subject to subject (butterfly brain,
my teachers called it) but I hope it proves equally
stimulating for anyone who reads it!
OK, so this all happened last year. I was made
redundant a couple of years ago, from a quite high
paying job, so had to find another job quickly. The
job I did find was pretty awful, manual, hard and
monotonous, but, hey, it paid the mortgage. Happily
the job and that monotony, is in the past, but on this
particular day, which was sunny and warm, I decided to
take my lunch to a nearby park. The park is on the
edge of town, next to the industrial estate I was
working on.
So a couple of minutes walking got me to a bench on
the very edge of the grass, overlooking a small play
area below me in a dip in the ground. I munched my
sandwiches and daydreamed as usual. I noticed two lads
sitting on the small swings across the park, They were
larking about, as boys do. I guessed they were between
13 and 14, just staring to shoot up in that gangly
adolescent way. One reminded me of my old friend and
tutor, Robin (see earlier Rec stories) the other was
taller, dark haired, with an olive complexion,
possibly some oriental blood I guessed.
That would have been that, but the play got rowdier,
and they began to play wrestle on the rubber matting
surrounding the play equipment. I watched them
grabbing at each other, and noticed that the smaller,
possibly younger boy was watching me between goosing
bouts. They were laughing loudly, but I also noticed
that the grabbing and holding was getting closer and
closer to the crotch areas of both boys. Suddenly my
sandwiches started to taste a bit dry...
The sideways glances and crafty squeezes got more
obvious, and I locked eyes with the younger lad.
Realizing I was very vulnerable as an adult watching
two under-age boys feeling each other up, I looked
around the park, but mercifully it was still deserted
apart from the wrestlers and myself. I could feel a
definite swelling in my trousers, but was acutely
conscious of how it would look if I approached them.
No, maybe best to play the voyeur from a distance, I
thought.
I thought they would probably get tired of teasing
this old guy soon, and disappear, so I stayed where I
was. But if anything the grabbing got more and more
overt, until it wasn't grabbing at all, but definite
sexual squeezing of each other's crotches. Even at 20
yards distance, I could see that both boys had tents
in their jeans. My mouth got even drier, and I wished
for things to develop further, whilst hoping I would
be allowed to watch events unfold.
The older, dark haired boy whispered something in the
other kid's ear, and they both laughed at a private
joke. I saw that the younger kid now had his friend's
erection in his fist, through the denim material, and
was definitely stroking now. My own cock was hard as a
nail, and throbbing hard in my trousers.
Just then, they both stood up and started to walk
away. My heart sank, although I was a little bit
relieved that they hadn't approached me. With the
current mania in the press about so called 'pedo's' I
wasn't keen to get caught here in the open, ogling two
adolescent gropers. (By the way, is it just me, or
does anyone else see the hypocrisy of the media here?
Kids are sexualized daily by the press, articles are
written by 'agony aunts' on subjects like How to
fellate your boyfriend, and sex is on the agenda 24/7,
but anyone who looks sideways at an attractive girl or
boy is labeled a pervert immediately. Quite apart from
the fact that pedophiles are people who lust after
pre-teen kids, not adolescents!)
Anyway, as they began to walk away I resigned myself
to getting off in the privacy of my own home later,
memories of those two fresh and vivid. But as they
walked away, I noticed they were headed for a wooded
area at the far side of the park. I knew from driving
down the adjacent road that the wooded area was quite
large and overgrown. It led nowhere apart from a
deserted and abandoned industrial area near a flyover.
But even with that knowledge, I would have almost
certainly walked away myself then, back to my hated
job. Except both boys turned round as they got to the
trees and looked straight at me. The older boy just
smiled a secret smile and turned into the undergrowth,
but the younger lad lifted his arm and signaled to me
with unmistakable clarity. His signal was a crooked
finger, which is the universal follow me sign. I
gulped nervously and took one last look around the
park. Still deserted...
I stood shakily, not quite sure whether this was a
good idea. OK, it wouldn't be overlooked, but I was
determined that no physical contact was going to
happen. No sir, I don't want to be appearing in court
charged with assaulting a minor, however willing that
minor was. But I could look, couldn't I... well
couldn't I?
I shuffled after them, conscious that my own hard on
was hard to disguise if some young mum with a pram
load of infants crossed my line of escape. None did
however, and soon I was dipping my head and weaving
through trees` and shrubs in the sudden coolness of
the woods. I could hear the boys ahead of me, sniggers
and whispers indicating they knew I had followed. I
had one last moment of self-doubt. Were they leading
me on, not just teasing, but into some kind of
adolescent trap? I almost turned back, but then I
heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being drawn
down, and I'm afraid a hard cock has no conscience...
As I got to the small clearing ahead I could see they
had definitely started without me. The older boy was
leaning against a young tree with his head back and
eyes shut. The other boy was kneeling in front of him
in the classic cock suckers pose. In his right hand
was the sturdy, dark skinned erection of his friend.
My eyes zoomed in on it straight away. It wasn't big,
but it was certainly excited. I looked down to see
that the fair haired boy was holding his own dick in
the other hand. Wow, I thought, this is certainly not
the first time this little tableau has happened.
Just then the kneeling boy looked at me and smiled
cheekily. He then looked up at his friend and down
again at the erection in his hand. His smile faded
and, mouth open, he leaned forward and took the other
boys cock in his mouth. I thought my cock would burst,
it was so hard.
I didn't dare to go too much closer, so I shuffled to
within about 4 feet of them. I just had to relieve
myself. The juvenile cock sucker was building up a
steady rhythm. The slurping sounds and muted groans
from his friend were turning me on big time. I guessed
this wouldn't take long I was right. He speeded up,
and I struggled to unzip my trousers, with my hard on
catching in my shorts as I tried to free it.
I heard the dark haired boy hiss a warning, and the
kneeling kid pulled back from the cock he was sucking.
No Robin then, I thought, not a swallower. Shame.
I managed to get my cock free, and just in time. The
older boys cock jerked upwards, and a jet of white
liquid shot across the kneeling kids shoulder. He held
it away from him as it continued to pulse smaller
shots of cum into the grass. His fist continued to
milk the pulsing cock.
As I stroked my own cock, both sets of eyes turned to
me. The older boy was breathing hard and looked me in
the eyes. But the other kid was still jerking at his
own slim dick, frantically trying to get off. His eyes
were locked onto my cock. Probably bigger than he was
used to seeing, although I've always thought of my 7”
as average.
I couldn't help myself. I shuffled two, then three
steps closer, until his eyes widened in something
close to fear. I guess he thought I was going to make
him finish me off. But no, all I wanted was to make my
cum mix with his friends in the grass. With a groan of
my own, which made them both start, I came. A long jet
of cum shot across the gap between us. I swear I
didn't mean to, but one string of pearly cum flicked
across his shirt, like a decorative piece of
embroidery. He looked down at it in surprise, but just
then the sensory overload hit him, and he came with a
loud squeak reminiscent of my boy lover of 40 years
ago. Three lots of cum now graced the green turf under
our feet.
As always with these things, guilt and fear of
discovery lead to rapid departures. The boys looked at
each other and zipped up quickly. I did too, almost
catching my balls in the zip.
We turned away, and left in separate directions. I
spent the next few weeks fearing a knock at my door,
but none came. Obviously they had filed the experience
away under 'things to remember when we're older'
The only epilogue is that a few weeks later, I saw the
younger lad, whilst out shopping with my wife. I froze
in fear as he passed us outside Tesco's, but I
shouldn't have worried. As I looked at him, and
mercifully, as my wife looked at some tomatoes on the
market stall in the street, he winked at me. Yes,
winked. I grinned back. What else could I do? I took
one last glance at that girlish mouth, remembering how
those pink lips had recently been stretched over an
erect cock, and filed away the memory.
OK, next posting will be the first time I enjoyed the
heaven called 69. The return, and sadly the departure
of Robin, my juvenile tutor.
***
Comments welcome. Email me on nic27552@yahoo.co.uk I
normally reply to any positive reviews. What have you
got to lose!
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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