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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 49 Location: TN |
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As I have stated before, some of my stories are based on truth, some are just fictitious fantasy, and some are a combination of both. There have been some situations that occurred when I was young that when I think back on them now, I wish they had played out differently. This is one of those stories that is based on a time when I was young. My Dad kept season tickets to football and basketball games at the local University. He was a doctor and practiced medicine at the Universities Medical Center and thus was offered season tickets to all the University's sports. Since we had season tickets, we sat in the same section with the same people every week and it was always good to see the familiar faces. I loved the late Fall games when it would be cold and we would all be huddled together. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't like my Dad was wanting father-son time, he just had a pair of tickets and my Mom didn't enjoy going to games when it was cold outside. Early Fall games were more her choice, when it was warm out and so when a cold Saturday would roll around, I could count on her telling him she didn't want to go freeze her butt off, so why didn't he take me instead. I would be excited and he would just yell for me to hurry up and get ready cuz he didn't want to be late. The typical game day would be load up in the car, sit in traffic and inhale massive amounts of nasty second-hand smoke while he listened to the radio and I sat quietly, knowing not to interrupt his sports talk shows. We wold park at the hospital where he had a parking pass and then walk a mile to one of the largest stadiums in the South East. As we got closer to the stadium, we would have to fight our way through the pedestrian traffic and I always loved the warm welcome I'd get by the regulars who were already seated and waiting for kick-off. My favorite was the elderly couple that had the two seats right next to us. They were always so cheerful and seemed so glad to see me every time, always greeting me with a tickle or a tossle of my hair and teasing me how I should down on the field warming up for the game because I was such a big boy now. I loved the attention, and Dad was glad to have someone else deal with me and take me off his hands. On one particular game day it was really cold and so the elderly couple, Ethel and Tubby, offered a big warm blanket and a lap to sit in to get off the cold metal bleacher. I was glad to sit in his lap so I could see over the heads of the people in front of us. The game started and every one was cheering and focused on the game, and I noticed Tubby was casually rubbing my thigh under the blanket. There was so much going on around us, and Dad was staring at the field, and it was comforting, so I didn't mind a bit. As the game went on, so did the rubbing. He began to get more aggressive, as his hand also found its way around to my butt cheeks and to my belly, but it all seemed to be part of the comforting and warming process. It wasn't long when I noticed another hand under the blanket caressing my other thigh, and I looked over at Ethel to acknowledge her and she just looked at me and winked. I was a little confused, but was also enjoying all the attention and so I smiled. She smiled back and leaned over and whispered in my ear asking if I was having fun and did I being massaged. Of course I nodded yes and went back to watching the game. Tubby ran his hand down the front of my belly to my crotch and was rubbing my privates through my jeans. It was gentle and felt good and I immediately got a stiffy. My prepubescent penis couldn't have been more than 2-3” long but it was hard as a rock now and Tubby was caressing it and it wasn't long before Ethel joined in. Ethel's hand took over where Tubby's hand was and he moved his hand down and around to my butt, where he managed to prod my butt crack more aggressively now. My head was spinning and I looked over at Dad for guidance and he just kept watching the game, yelling at the ref, clueless to what was going on right next to him. He was not the only one clueless, as I just continued to allow the fondling to occur until I felt I really had to pee. I started wiggling and finally yelled to Dad I had to go pee pee, and he looked at me with a very annoyed look. He told me to wait, and I told him I didn't think I could. By now, Ethel had found a good rhythm with her hand against the under side of my penis and the more she did it the more I thought I needed to pee. Tubby turned to Dad and told him he would take me to the bathroom and Dad was more than happy to let us by him so we could get out of the way and he could get back to the game. Tubby took e by the hand and lead me down the long aisle of steps to the gate that lead to the bathrooms hidden away under the stands. We went through the gate and by all the concessions and found our way to the big door labeled Men's. Since it was the middle of the quarter and it was a close game, no one had left their seats yet to relieve themselves, so the place was empty. The room was big and warm, and we could hear the chants and cheers of the fans muffled by tons of concrete that made up the stadium. There was a big long trough in the ground along the wall and Tubby walked me over to it and since I had been here before I knew this was where I was supposed to stand and pee. The urge to urinate had subsided now, but non-the-less, we both unzipped, and stood there waiting to urinate. It didn't take me long, as I really didn't have to pee as much as I thought I did, and so I looked up at Tubby to tell him I was done, when I noticed he had his big penis in his hand and he was rubbing it. I couldn't help but stare as it was at eye level and he made a point to turn toward me at an angle. His hand wrapped around his thick long floppy shaft and he shook it and wiggle it almost in my face. When I couldn't stop staring, he turned his hips toward me more and asked if I liked looking at his “Cock”, and I nodded yes in amazement. He kept stroking it and asked me if I enjoyed it when he and Ethel were rubbing his penis and I kept nodding yes as I watched his cock grow. He finally turned toward me and told me he would like it if I would rub his the same way, so I naturally reached up and touched it. He groaned and told me that felt good too. I tried to wrap my hand around it, but couldn't and so I just rubbed it the best I could. It felt funny. It was hard and soft at the same time and he put his hand over mine and guided it up and down his long shaft. He stopped as fast as he had started and told me to follow him, so I did. We went over to the stall and walked in and he closed the door behind him, sliding the latch over to lock it. I was in front of him and between him and the toilet, and he took my shoulders and turned me around so I was facing him, or in this case, face to face with his hard cock that was still sticking out of his pants. He put his hand on top of my head and told me to hold still, as he started stroking himself again with his free hand. I couldn't turn away if I wanted and I was scared now, because he was getting forceful. He told me, with a strained voice, not to be scared and told me to open my mouth. As he said that, he pushed his cock against my mouth while still stroking it faster now, and told me to open up again. When I asked why, he explained that it would make him happy and if I did, he would get me whatever I wanted from the concessions stand and buy me a big orange pennant. That was all I needed to hear and I gladly opened my mouth as he shoved the tip of his cock in my mouth and told me to suck it like it's a lollipop, but not to touch it with my teeth. He kept stroking and held the head in my mouth and his groaning was louder now, but still muffled by the noise of the fans. It was so loud in the stadium, no one would hear him, even if they had come into the bathroom. He started jerking and groaning and telling me how happy I made him as I was sucking the lollipop and wondering what was going to happen. He told me that if I swallowed everything, he wouldn't tell my Dad what I did, and he would but me cotton candy at every game. I didn't know what he was talking about, but as I started to stop and ask, he thrust his cock further into my mouth and a hot salty liquid shot down my throat, as I choked and he told me to suck it all up. He kept pumping it and pushing and pulling it in and out of my lips as this stuff ran out the sides of my mouth. He let out a loud groan and said “suck my cock boy!!” at the same moment his cock released the hot liquid. I just stood there as he recovered and rubbed his now limp cock on my face and then he did something really weird, and he bent down, and kissed me on the lips as if I was a girl, and told me he loved me and that he couldn't wait to spend more time together. Then he winked and said that Ethel would be so jealous and she too will be so happy when she gets to play with me too. After buying everything at the concession stand, we walked back up to the seats and I was seated between him and Ethel for the rest of the game. Ethel patted me on the thigh and whispered in my ear telling me she couldn't wait to have me over to play. Tubby sat next to my Dad and talked about the game and told him that whenever he and my mom needed a babysitter, that they would love to have me over to stay the night, any time... Want more?? |
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