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My Fascination With Cocks - Part 2

This is my second (and last) story about Alan, a high school boy that lived next door to me when I was growing up.

See my first story for the background details.

A week had gone by since my chance encounter with Alan which had culminated with him masturbating in front of me. We seemed to be avoiding each other but I found myself frequently watching their house from my bedroom window trying to get a glimpse of him coming or going. I couldn't stop thinking about him stroking that nice hard cock and how it felt when I wrapped my hands around it. Every time I re-lived the episode in my mind I'd get a very nice tingle between my legs and my hand would often wander down and cup my mound through my clothes. I hadn't begun masturbating at that point but I was aware how good it felt to gently rub my hand back and forth.

My school had just let out for the year and my 11-year-old brother and I were home alone while our mother was at work. My brother went off to play with his friends which left me at home by myself, and bored. Everyone next door were all gone and I was watching for Sheri to come home so I could go over to see the puppies. Shortly after lunch I saw Alan ride up on his bike and go into their house. My first reaction was excitement from thinking maybe I could finally go play with the pups and have some fun. This was immediately followed by nervous anxiety at the thought of being alone with Alan and how awkward it might feel. Eventually my boredom overcame my anxiety and I walked over and knocked on their front screen door.

Alan came walking out from the kitchen, half of a sandwich in his hand. 'Hey Linda, what's up?' 'I was wondering if I could play with the pups?' 'Sure, go on up. I'm just finishing my lunch.'

I went inside and made my way upstairs to Sheri's bedroom where the puppies were kept in their makeshift pen. They were all curled up in little balls sleeping peacefully next to their mom's belly. I climbed in the pen and gently picked up my favorite and cradled her in my hands. I could tell from her bloated tummy that they had just had their lunch too, which meant they were going to be sleeping for awhile. As I was sitting there I was thinking how wierd it was to be alone in the house with Alan again. He seemed very at ease about it and that made me feel more at ease too. Yet here I was just down the hall from where a week ago I had seen my first ever man's penis.

That's when I remembered the stack of magazines under his bed. Maybe I could go get one and bring it back in here to look at while Alan was downstairs eating his lunch. In typical 13-year-old fashion I never stopped to think how I'd replace it should he go up to his room.

So I set the pup back down with her siblings and quietly made my way down the hall to Alan's bedroom. I was nervous as a thief as I reached under the bed and found what I was looking for. I grabbed several off the top of the pile and pulled them out... three in total. I quickly started thumbing through the first one only to discover that it only had pictures of women alone. They were so pretty and I marvelled at their full breasts and pubic hair. But where were the pictures of the couples I had seen the previous week? I wanted to take a closer look at the things I had seen them doing to each other. I paged through the next one and same result, and again with the third. Darn it! I reached under the bed and slid the whole stack out. The next one on top I recognized as the one I had looked at briefly last week and my heart started racing with anticipation. I set it aside and placed the other three in the pile, sliding them all back under the bed. Okay, now I was ready to go have some fun. I grabbed the magazine and got up to leave. I froze in my tracks when I turned to find Alan standing in the doorway.

'Linda, what are you doing in here?' As if it wasn't obvious. 'Um, uh, I was just wondering if you still had those magazines.' 'You really shouldn't be looking at those.'

I could feel my face flushed with embarassment at having been caught. I looked down at the magazine in my hand. 'Please? I promise no one will find out. I haven't told anyone about what happened last week.' That seemed to get him thinking. 'Okay', he said, 'I'll tell you what. You can look through it with me so I can answer any questions you have. But just this once.' He acted like he was making some big concession but looking back on it twenty years later it's pretty obvious he was enjoying this.

He walked over and motioned for me to sit up on his bed and he sat down next to me. This wasn't what I had in mind but I found myself feeling very excited. I lay the magazine on the bed in front of us and began turning through the pages. The first series was of two women kissing and fondling each other but not much else. The next series was of a woman seducing the ranch hand. They got each other undressed and I was riveted to the sight of his muscular body and the massive cock between his legs. It was much larger than Alan's. I mentioned this and Alan laughed saying that the ones in magazines are always bigger than what most guys have. I asked why the woman didn't have hair down there like the others and he explained that some women like to shave themselves. He added that he loves shaved pussies. 

He was quiet for a minute and then said, 'Maybe you can show me yours some time.' That caught me off guard but something about the idea was intriguing to me. I was already having that familiar tingle and my hand naturally cupped my mound as I sat cross-legged and rocked back and forth. I looked over and noticed that Alan's cock was clearly outlined in his pants. I knew right then that I wanted to see it again.

The next page showed the man kneeling between her legs and then they were in a 69 position. I asked why they were doing that so Alan began to explain oral sex to me. When he got to the part about a woman's clitoris being similar to a man's penis my ears perked up. I was surprised to find out that women could have orgasms like I had seen Alan have the week before. I asked if that white stuff would come out of me like it did with him and he explained sperm and ejaculation, adding that I would have a lot of wetness and a very intense feeling but that was all (years later I was to discover that I am a good 'squirter' when stimulated properly, but that's another story). Alan asked if I ever played with my pussy and masturbated. I admitted that I liked how it felt when I rocked back and forth on my hand (like I was doing at that moment) but that was all. He was definitely thinking with his 'other head' by that point and suggested that he could show me how to do it if I was interested.

I wasn't sure about showing myself to him but I was very interested in seeing his hard cock again. I decided this was my opportunity. 'If I take my pants off will you take yours off too?' 'Sure. I'll even go first.' And with that he lay back on the bed and unbuttoned the fly of his jeans. Then he slid his jeans and boxers all the way off. His already erect cock popped out and stood proudly.

I was delighted to see his hard penis again and reached over to touch it. It felt warm and smooth in my hand. 'Your turn', he said. I didn't need any more coaxing at that point. I got on my knees next to him and unbuttoned my pedal pushers. I pushed them down to my knees and then sat on my butt as I took them off. I got back on my knees and hooked my thumbs into the sides of my white cotton panties. I hesitated for a minute with a sudden pang of fear.

'It's okay', he said. 'I won't do anything you don't want to do.' And then he reached over and taking hold of the elastic waistband of my panties, began to slowly peel them down until they were all they way down around my knees. I remember the feeling of the air on my bare pussy and how nice it felt. I leaned back on my butt again as I slipped them off my legs. Now I was lying there, propped up on my elbows, with my legs spread right in front of him. The tingling sensation was more pronounced than I ever remembered it being and it was beginning to feel like an internal warmth between my legs.

'Slide up next to me like they're doing in that picture.' He pointed at the couple lying side by side in a 69 position. I did as I was told. Alan reached into the nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lubricant that I'd seen him use last week. 'Now relax and tell me if I do anything that doesn't feel good. Stroke my cock and balls like you did before.'

I reached over and began to slide one hand up and down his stiff cock. I loved how it felt in my hand. So strong and hard and smooth. Then I felt his lubricated fingers touch my labia and I quite literally quivered as he spread me open. I looked down between my legs as his finger began making circles around my clit. The sensation was so intensely pleasurable. I marvelled that I'd never discovered this on my own. He could tell that I was enjoying what he was doing to me.

'Does that feel good?' 'Uh-huh!' 'Just relax and let the feeling move through your body.'

I could barely focus on stroking his cock. Then he squirted some of the lube over the head and as it ran down the shaft my hand easily slipped up and down. I flinched as I next felt the cool drops of lube on my spread pussy. I felt like I was in a dream as I happily stroked him with one hand and ran my fingers around his balls with the other. My pussy felt warm and alive and his touch was like electric current running through me. He had one finger closing in on my clit, occasionally brushing over it, and another finger was rubbing the slippery lubricant around the opening to my vagina. His face was so close that I could feel his breath on my pussy. I just kept stroking him. I pushed his hips up so I could get some room and his cock was visibly swollen just inches above my face.

That's when I felt his finger start to slip inside of me. I gasped. Oh my God! That felt very nice! I was going out of my mind with all of these new intense sensations. He was careful to just slip his finger in me a little bit as my hymen prevented further entry. I had both hands around his shaft milking him for all I was worth. 'I'm going to cum', he moaned.

I could feel his cock stiffen even more and then his first shot flew out all down the front of my shirt, followed by a second and a third. It kept coming out and dribbled onto my hand. Weird texture but not unpleasant.

He collapsed on the bed next to me. I turned around and rested my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. He asked me how that felt and I told him it was incredible. I know now that I didn't experience an orgasm but the feelings were deep and intense nonetheless. He very clearly explained that no one could ever find out about this or we'd both get in trouble. I promised I'd never say anything as I absent-mindedly ran my fingers over his softening cock. I told him I was sad that he was leaving in a few days. He promised he would be back and said I could keep the magazine for the summer if I had a safe place to hide it. He also suggested that I should practice masturbating myself in the same way he had touched me. That thought had already crossed my mind as well and I said count on it.

Alan and his family left several days later but when the school year started again, I heard that the family had moved for good. I was heartbroken. Years later, I remember thinking back on those events and wondering what would have happened had he returned. Either way I'll always remember Alan as the person who initiated my life-long obsession. I love catching a guy with a hard cock and watching it cum!



Posted on: 2005-09-01 00:00:00 | Author: