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Subject: How it all started at 13 Part 2  M/t n/c
Date: Thu, 10 May 2007 03:17:32 -0500
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This is posted by me but I did not write it. It was written by a young friend of mine who gave me permission to post it. His E-mail is Deanwaltham@hotmail.co.uk

How it all started at 13 part 2

Part Two
The half term holiday was my break away from the 
advert on the toilet walls and the chance of 
seeing that man who made me suck him off in 
Fratton Bridge toilet. He might know where I lived 
and where I went to school but he was in 
Portsmouth and I was safe in Fareham. My hormones 
were still raging and I went to the toilets in the 
bus station and also in the Trinity Street rec 
toilet and down by the Quay and read the stories 
and had a wank, but I was much more careful not to 
let men see me now. One man did follow me but I 
went into Handsfords' cycle shop and hid until he 
went away.
It was the Thursday near the end of my holiday and 
I was in my road on my bike when a Railway van 
stopped next to me. That was unusual as I lived 
two miles from the nearest railway line, and 14 
miles from any railway depots. I looked at the van 
and saw the man from the toilet on Fratton Bridge 
sitting in the passenger street.
"Hello Tim (I will use that name as it seems silly 
to keep putting ****), you didn't meet me like I 
told you too. I don't like being let down. You are 
a nice kid with a nice small mouth and throat and 
I want your lips wrapped round my dick again"
I was terrified! He was in my road, not far from 
my house. I didn't now what to say. I just sat on 
my bike and went red. Suppose one of my friends, 
or worse my brother, saw me talking to him. I 
started to ride off. 
"Wait Tim, or I will have to follow you home"
I stopped.
"I won't make you do it now. I don't know anywhere 
round here that you could take me. When do you go 
back to school?"
"Next week"
"Oh good, my shift will mean you can do me again. 
4.00 o'clock on Monday evening where you met me 
last time. I think I can fix somewhere better soon 
so you can get al your clothes off before my dick 
goes down your throat. After all, last time you 
got my spunk all over your shirt didn't you. You 
got to learn how to swallow nipper, then it won't 
run down your nose and chin next time. You'll soon 
learn how to do it, and other things. Don't 
forget, next Monday at 4."
He turned to the driver and said they could go 
now. That's when it hit me. The driver had heard 
all he said to me, he had to. Jezz what was 
happening to me, how did I get into this mess? I 
went home and shut my self in my bedroom for the 
rest of the day.
I didn't go out on the Friday, and I helped in a 
shop on Saturday so I was safe that day. Sunday I 
went to church in the morning (I was in the choir) 
and stayed in the rest of the day. Monday I went 
back to school!
All day Monday I was in a state and got told off 
four times. Eventually school came to an end and I 
started the slow walk from school to Fratton 
Bridge. I could do the walk in twenty minutes but 
it took nearly forty-five minutes that night. 
Maybe he will have gone, maybe he won't be there, 
maybe ………. He was at the urinals waiting, playing 
with that thick disgusting cock of his.
"Ah Tim, there you are, you're late. Come on, 
let's go"
He just grabbed my hand and led me out the toilet 
and down the road a bit. Then we went down some 
narrow path behind some houses and ended up in a 
space full of rubbish and stuff. It was nearly 
dark.
"Come on I don't have much time tonight" 
He said this as he pulled his cock out of those 
dirty railway trousers. He grabbed me and pushed 
me down to his cock. I smelt that smell again, 
sweat and wee, I wanted to throw-up. I started to 
speak but he used that moment to push his cock 
straight into my mouth and down my throat. I 
gagged and choked, my eyes were watering and I 
felt faint. He pulled back and I gasped for air, 
then he rammed it back down again. Each time he 
rammed into my throat I gagged and each time he 
pulled back I gasped for air. His fat stomach kept 
hitting my head every time he pushed into me.
"Your head is in the way; get down on your knees"
The pressure on my shoulders didn't really give me 
any option. Now his dirty trousers and fat stomach 
was only hitting my forehead.
"Oh yeah, that's much better, right down your 
tight little throat. God Tim you are so good, a 
natural dick sucker, you were born to this nipper, 
born to it; the best ever"
I felt sick and scared, faint and choking, yet the 
things he was saying still made me feel good. No 
man ever said I was good at anything, no adults 
ever said I was good at things and yet this gross 
creature was telling me how good I was.
"How old are you Tim?"
I pulled off his cock to answer, and to give my 
stretched jaw time to relax.
"Thirteen"
"Bloody hell here I am fifty five and I got my 
dick down the throat of a pretty little thirteen 
year old natural born cock sucker"
I didn't get any chance to say anything back as he 
threw his hips forward and shoved that fat cock 
back into my mouth and down my throat. I knew that 
things had changed as he held my head in his hands 
and stared thrusting in and out, in and out; and 
grunting and moaning as he did.
"Oh god Tim, I'm gonna shoot, it's coming oh god 
oh yes, here it comes. You're so good, yes suck me 
nipper, suck me, take all of it, suck me. Get 
ready Tim, get ready, oh yeah oh yeah oh 
JEZZZUSSSS!"
He froze, went rigid, stopped breathing, and his 
cock pumped. It was down my throat at the time so 
there was nothing I could do, he just pump his 
spunk down my throat. After two jerks and pumps he 
pulled back. As he pushed forward again he spurted 
more spunk into my mouth. There seem gallons of it 
and he wasn't stopping. I swallowed as fast as I 
could but it was too much. Some of it got sort of 
sucked out of my mouth as he pulled out and some 
got forced out of my mouth as he pushed back in. I 
thought he was never going to stop. At last I felt 
his cock was getting softer in my mouth and he 
slowly pulled it out. He made me lick it clean for 
him. Then he pulled me up and kissed me on my 
mouth. I breath smelt and he hadn't shaved.
"Haven't got time to suck you tonight little Tim, 
that will have to wait for next time. You don't 
know my name do you, well you can call me Frank, 
that will do . Read the walls in Fratton Bridge and 
look for a message from me telling you where and 
when I will meet you next time. It won't be in the 
toilet and we will go to the house of a friend of 
mine. That will be much better and warmer and 
safer. My friend will want you to suck him as 
well, but you are up for that aren't you; after 
all you are a born natural cock sucker and need to 
improve your natural talent. Oh, the driver of the 
van that was with me when I came to your road, he 
wants your mouth too. You're a popular kid Tim and 
gonna be real busy. I'm gonna try to arrange 
things for an afternoon so you might have to skip 
school."
"I can't do that; I'll get into big trouble"
"I think I can square things for you, don't worry. 
You are mine nipper, I own you. I know your name, 
your school and your address. I don't want to 
cause you stress and trouble, but if you don't do 
what I ask, what you were born to do, then I will"
Frank turned and walked slowly away. I turned my 
back on him and retched. Nothing came up; the 
spunk was already in my stomach. I felt dirty, 
abused, trapped. I was scared, confused, terrified 
of the situation I was in. I also could not 
understand why my dick was part hard after all I 
had been forced to do. I just couldn't understand 
what was happening to me.
Suddenly I realised I was not sure of the way out 
of where I was. I ran and only slowed down when I 
could see Frank ahead of my. I followed him until 
I was out on a road I knew. Then I went to the 
station and caught my train home.
Over the next week I saw notes in different 
toilets.

"To the 13 year old St John's boy, thanks for a 
great suck off kid"
"13 year old St John's boy see you again soon for 
another hot session"
There were also notes in different writing; they 
must have been from other men. They wanted to meet 
me for sex fun. I kept rubbing them out, what 
would happen if a boy from my school saw them, or 
a teacher.
Then the note was there!
"Next Wednesday afternoon T, meet on the corner by 
St Jude's church"
I knew there was no way out!


	
	
		
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