Perverts 'R' Us

Horny Hank - Part 1

By PlumpLover ( M/b, oral, anal, 1st )

I hope you enjoy this. If you get off while reading this, please let me know! If anyone has questions, you can e-mail me at plumplvr (at) gmail.com. I welcome all correspondence.

Yeah, I'm a horny guy. I love to fuck and suck, and I don't care if it's a girl or guy. I'm happily bisexual. I got started at an early age.

As a kid, my two best friends were Jimmy and Teresa. We played a lot of, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours" in Jimmy's tree house. This curiosity naturally led to some touching, and even a little oral. This went from when I was 6 until I was 10, when Jimmy moved away (Teresa had moved a year earlier).

I was lonely for a while, but quite happy when I turned 12 and my nuts dropped. Even though my dick was small and nearly hairless I could still shoot cum, and a decent load, too.

Unfortunately I didn't have much place to practice my new hobby of jacking off. My teenage sister was constantly hogging the only bathroom, and Mom was always around. At least Dad went to work.

I was lucky then, when Dave Peters moved in next door. Dave was an average-looking guy in his late 20's I guess. A little balding, single, had a nice house and always seemed to have lots of friends. He needed someone to cut his grass, so I was volunteered by my parents.

It made it a little nicer though as Mr. Peters told me I could use his bathroom to shower in. I happily took him up on it, as he wasn't home many times when I cut grass and it gave me a place to jack off without interruption.

It was an interruption though that led me down the path of joy I am on now. I had cut the grass; I recall it was an especially hot and sweaty day. I went inside his house, back to his master bedroom and was astonished to find dirty magazines all over his bed. All sorts of hot and kinky images were spread on the bed.

I had never thought to snoop (yeah, I was young and stupid) and was pleased at my find. I stepped into the bathroom and stripped down, then returned to his bed to look at the magazines while playing with my small cock. Even though I was shooting, my dick was still small, maybe 3 inches, maybe a bit more.

I'm jerking my dick, just in hog heaven when I hear "ahem" from behind me. I let out a yelp and spun around to see Mr. Peters standing there, looking awkward.

"Oh gosh I'm sorry Mr. Peters I just saw and then it just happened and I wasn't doing anything..." I was rambling like an idiot, my hands trying to cover my tiny dick.

"Hank, Hank, Hank, calm down." He was holding out his hands in a "whoa boy" motion. "Look, have a seat." he told me. I did, sitting on the edge of the bed my hands still trying to cover my nudity. He came over and sat beside me.

"Look, don't worry about it. It's my fault, I forgot you were coming over, and left out all my magazines."

"But... Mr. Peters, why do you have all of them? I mean you have pretty girls over here all the time."

"I know, Hank, but I have them for the same thing you were doing. I enjoy touching myself and making myself feel good."

"Really? Wow."

"Really. I'll bet you do it every day, I know I do."

"I'd like to, but..."

"But?"

I explained to him how I had no privacy at home and how hard it was to jerk off. I think I was nearly in tears.

"Gosh Hank, that's terrible. Just terrible, I can't imagine how difficult it must be for you. Well look, I'll tell you what, you have a key to my place, from now on you have permission to come over here any time you want to play with yourself."

"Really?"

"Yes, Hank, really. You have to swear to me though, you'll never tell anyone. I mean not your folks, or your little friends. We'll just tell your mom your doing some chores for me. When you are here, you feel free to take off all your clothes, like you are now and just have fun. My magazines are in the drawer, well normally, and you can look at any you want."

"Thanks Mr. Peters, this is great. And don't worry, I won't tell no one."

"Oh, Hank, uh, are you, well, are you shooting yet?"

"You mean am I cumming?" he nodded. "Oh yeah, I squirt lots of cum."

He smiled broadly at me. "Well that's great Hank. I have one rule in my house, when you cum, you cum anywhere you want. Don't worry about mess, I squirt my cum all over the house, it's very easy to clean up."

"Yes sir, I can do that!"

"Well great then. Do you think you'd like to do it now?"

"Oh yes, all our talking about it has made me pretty stiff. See?" I showed off my dick, waving now in stiff pride.

"Wow Hank, you are hard, And you have a very nice penis, very nice. I have to admit, all our talk is making my dick hard too."

"You gonna jerk off too, Mr. Peters?"

"Well, I'd like to very much. While you do it I think I'd like to take off my clothes and look at some magazines too. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

"Gosh no."

"Would it be OK with you if I stayed, or would you like me to go to another room?"

I took all of two seconds to decide. "Oh stay, please Mr. Peters. I haven't had a... friend like that in a long time and miss it."

He stood and removed his clothes. Naked, I was happy to see his cock wasn't much bigger than my own, maybe five inches and slender. But at the time I thought it was huge; at 12, I hadn't seen many dicks.

We got on the bed, lay side by side looking at some of his magazines, and were touching our dicks. Soon I told him I needed to cum. "Go ahead Hank, let your beautiful cum fly everywhere, let me see you shoot." I did, cum sprayed out of my dick all over my body.

"Oh yes!" Mr. Peters moaned. "Yesssss!" I looked over to see his own dick erupt, and his cum hit him right in the face. Successive shots landed on his chest and belly. I was shocked when I saw him scoop some on his fingers and slip them into his mouth. "Mmmmm."

He looked over at me. "What's the matter Hank, don't you lick up your cum? It's delicious."

"Gee, I dunno, I haven't tasted myself before so I don't know how it tastes."

"Would you mind if I tried it?"

"OK." He reached over and scooped two fingers full off my hairless chest, right off my nipple. "Oh Hank." he moaned, licking his fingers. "That's some of the most delicious cum I've ever tasted. You gotta try it."

I couldn't resist the flattery, and tried some. To my surprise, I really liked the taste. "Wow, that's good, can I try some of yours?"

He laughed. "By all means Hank, go right ahead. You can just lick it off me if that's easier, I won't mind." I did, and while it was a little more bitter than mine, still had a pleasing taste. Eagerly I licked a bunch of it up.

I rolled back over and said, "Wow, that was great, Mr. Peters." Looking at the clock I continued "Gee, I guess I better get that shower. Mom will have dinner before long."

"Hey, why don't we shower together? I'll make sure you get all nice and clean." At the time I was naive enough to think he just wanted to make sure I didn't have any cum on me, like a good friend would. We jumped into his big shower, and I let him soap me up. I liked the way his hands felt on my ass, caressing it gently. I also sort of liked the way he was brushing up against me.

We finished cleaning up and I went home, but not for long. I was back the next day, and for the next few weeks we kept up our fun. Mr. Peters and I would get naked and have fun together. One day he took me to the next stage, but that's another story...

To be continued.