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From: Andy Caulden <andycaulden@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: ST Kevin: Ripe For Picking - Part 1 (M+/t, oral)
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All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is 
entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of 
sexual activity between adult males and a teenage boy. 
READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or 
offended by such material.

Kevin: Ripe For Picking - Part 1

By Andy Caulden

I was fourteen years old in the summer of 1966, although 
a good many people said I looked more like twelve years 
old. I was short and slim, and had a mop of blond hair 
on my head: I had very little hair elsewhere on my body. 
My uncut cock was only four-inches long and attached to 
a tiny, round ball-sac; however, when it was fully 
erect, it was as hard as nails. My arse was also small, 
with a prominent dimple in each arse-cheek.

It was the third day of the school holiday and I was 
riding my bicycle past Woodford railway station. I 
really needed to pee, so I stopped and went in to the 
public toilet opposite the station.

I unbuttoned my fly and began to pee in the urinal, 
which smelt to high heaven of bleach.

A few seconds later a man entered the toilet and stood 
beside me, fumbling urgently with the buttons of his 
fly. He towered over me in total silence, which was more 
than a little odd: there was no sound of him relieving 
himself in the urinal.

Being curious by nature, I glanced to my left and saw 
him playing with his hard-standing cock, which was 
ginormous compared to mine.

I just couldn't take my eyes off the man's uncut length, 
which was ultra-long and thick, and criss-crossed with 
lots of swollen veins. I felt so-o-o horny as my own 
cock became nice and stiff.

'Hey, boy,' he said, 'your dick is as hard as mine.'

I said nothing as my cheeks began to burn bright red 
with embarrassment. I just stood there, frozen to the 
spot, with my eyes transfixed on the man's shiny, purple 
knob.

He leaned across and, pushing my hand away, took hold of 
my hard-standing cock. I still said nothing as he began 
to wank me off.

I was so nervous and shocked by the man's boldness, but 
still I let him play with my stiffy.

He turned to his right and, using my cock as a steering 
lever, turned me to face him. He then took hold of my 
right hand and wrapped it round his cock.

'Come on, boy,' he said. 'Wank me off as well, it's only 
fair.'

I squeezed his cock as he rocked back and forth, urging 
me to take the plunge and start wanking him off. For 
several minutes we pleasured each other; then, suddenly, 
he dropped to his knees and licked the tip of my cock, 
which made my whole body shudder.

The man looked up at me, smiled, and then sucked the 
whole of my cock into his mouth. The sensation felt 
truly awesome.

Several boys at school had talked endlessly about girls 
sucking cock, so I didn't panic or step back. I just 
stood, rooted to the spot, as the man licked me into 
shape.

I was still nervous and worried about being seen by 
someone coming into the toilet; however, the fear of 
being discovered was well and truly tempered by the buzz 
I was experiencing.

The man gently toyed with my hairless ball-sac as he 
brought me to the very brink of a climax, but before I 
could warn him that I was about to shoot my load into 
his mouth, he stood up and put a hand on my shoulder.

'It's your turn to go down on me now, boy,' he said.

'No way,' I replied. 'Someone might come in and see me 
doing it.'

'So let's go into one of the stalls and lock ourselves 
in. No one will see you sucking cock, but me.'

'I've never done it before, so I won't be any good.'

'Just suck it like you would an ice-lolly. I'll give you 
a shilling if you say yes.'

'I don't want any money,' I said, as he bundled me into 
the nearest stall. 'I just want you to do it to me 
again.'

'No worries,' he said brightly. 'You just turn up here 
tomorrow and I'll suck you off all day. Deal?'

'Deal,' I replied, as the door closed behind us.

I sat on the toilet and helped the man's cock grow fully 
erect again.

'That's it, boy,' he said. 'Keep stroking old Gerald. He 
likes little boys making him stiff; and he can be a real 
mouthful when he's stiff.'

'Gerald?' I queried.

'Yep, I'm Jack; he's Gerald. And you two are?'

'I'm Kevin and, er, er.'

'Let's call him Tiny Tim. Okay?'

'Yes, if you want,' I agreed, with a nonchalant shrug.

I opened my mouth the second Gerald touched my lips. Up 
close, the cock smelt real sweet: Jack had obviously 
spiced up his pubic hair, which was neatly trimmed, with 
some sort of exotic hair oil.

'Open wide now, boy,' said Jack, as he placed his hands 
on my head. 'I want you to breathe through your nose 
when Gerald hits the back of your throat.'

He then thrust forward, holding my head firmly in his 
hands, and shoved Gerald deep into my mouth. I gagged on 
the hard-standing member, trying desperately to breathe 
through my nose.

'Oh-h-h, yes,' he moaned. 'That's perfect. Now use your 
nose to breathe, boy. I don't want you to faint on me 
now.'

There was no way I was sucking on Jack's cock. The man 
was simply using Gerald to rape my mouth - I was being 
face-fucked by a very powerful man.

'Come on, cunt-face,' he barked, 'show Gerald what you 
can really do!'

Jack increased his stroke-rate as I struggled for more 
air. I was in a panic, but for some reason, I didn't 
want the face-fucking to stop.

'You're a right-royal slut, boy. A cock-sucker with a 
fuck-me mouth and a liking for man-size cock. I bet you 
want me to fill you up with lots of hot spunk.'

His ball-sac was now slapping against my chin, and his 
cock-head was blocking my airway.

'I always know when a boy is ripe for picking,' he 
continued, 'and you boy, are about to be picked.'

He then pulled back, unblocking my airway, and let out a 
loud gasp. I thought he was having a heart attack or 
something, but then I felt Gerald pulse in my mouth and 
jerk upward. It was then that the first jet of spunk hit 
the back of my throat.

I gagged and choked, and was forced to swallow the man's 
seed. Another jet of spunk followed the first, and then 
another. Jack released my head from his vice-like grip 
as a less powerful jet filled my mouth with seed.

'Fuckin' awesome,' Jack moaned, as Gerald slipped out of 
my mouth and began to go limp. 'You're the best.'

The man's spunk dribbled out of my mouth and slowly ran 
down my chin. Jack didn't waste a second; he grabbed 
hold of Gerald and, using the knob, rubbed the escaping 
seed into my face.

I felt a little sick, and thought I was going to heave.

'You swallow all that goodness, boy,' said Jack. 'A tart 
like you needs all the spunk he can get.'

I swallowed hard, to clear my throat, but I didn't get 
the chance to tell the man I was no tart.

'Now don't forget,' he continued. 'Be here tomorrow at 
ten o'clock, sharp. We'll go into the wood and I'll suck 
Tiny Tim dry.'

*  *  *

The path we took the next day was well used: the wood 
behind the public toilet was a well known meeting place 
for gay men, but I didn't know that at the time.

Jack led me into a small, grass covered clearing. He 
knelt down, directly in front of me, and grabbed hold of 
my cock through the material of my cycling shorts. It 
felt so-o-o good having my cock fondled by this man.

'Let's get some of these clothes off, Kevin,' said Jack. 
'No one is going to see us fooling around in the wood.'

A few seconds later my shorts and Y-fronts were down, 
around my ankles. It was then that I heard the crickets, 
clicking away in the surrounding undergrowth. They 
continued to make a noise as Jack insisted I take off 
all my clothes.

'I want to see you naked, boy,' he said. 'I won't be 
able to suck you off properly; not unless you're in the 
nude.'

The men lurking in the undergrowth took more photographs 
of Jack's new sex pet.

Jack played with Tiny Tim for a very long time - I just 
couldn't believe how horny and brazen the man's fingers 
made me feel. He loved to tease and torment me, but 
eventually he sucked Tiny Tim into his mouth, which made 
me whoop like a monkey, a very horny monkey.

He held my arse-cheeks firmly in his hands and, true to 
his word, sucked Tiny Tim dry. I just couldn't stop 
begging the man for more.

I was lifted off the ground, spun round and, with legs 
pointing skyward, sucked off again. The crickets 
continued to chatter amongst themselves as I was slapped 
across the arse and sucked off again: this happened two 
more times before Jack told me to get dressed and follow 
him back to the public toilet.

- - -

Copyright (c) Andy Caulden, March 2010



      

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