My Saga begins 1,
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1939 in Goshen Connecticut. my parents immigrant Italians. my saga begins at 6, first grade, though born in U.S. Thanks to my parents speaking only Italian at home had a slight accent. my class mates ridiculed me. so I stayed to myself pretty much. school play ground which was surrounded by a deep dark very dense forest. my school was four stories high solid brick the basement ground floor where my kindergarten class attended before summer vacation, kindergarteners lockers their own boys and girls restrooms. concealed by glass doors at each end of the long corridor where stairs going up to 2nd floor where classes first grade to fourth, considered the main floor all offices it also contained rest rooms for both girls on one side boys on other all the lockers from first to 8th grades odd numbers on right, even on left, bottom tier for first & fourth grades & top tier for 5th to 8th graders on main floor. after so many lockers where doors into and out of each class room, the restrooms both girl's & boys, our boy's room was L shaped, seven stalls to left when entering, after 7th stall hidden from view 6 urinals. on back wall were windows leading to right wall some mirrors and 6 wash basins. and 6 more urinals it's September autumn 1944. 1st grade begins I am now 6. my saga begins. while I'm crotched down struggling to put my jacket on the hook inside my locker, just to my right a 5th grader over me is trying to get into his locker balancing a loose leave note book and 5 larger heavier books in one hand. they came crashing down two grazed my right shoulder. all his paper documents, books, strewn about the corridor floor. I chased after gathering them. by time I handed him the books I had retrieved. he too was crotched down gathering the rest of his papers. on my toes by his side I barely reached his shoulders. thanks little buddy he said as I handed him his books. My little eyes fixed on his, they were blue (opal color) his hair orange/reddish hues shined especially under the sun. his face rugged yet handsome ! I didn't know the meaning of gay yet, my eyes and thoughts in a trance. staring into his eyes. my books hurt you? he asked caringly, little guy he repeated a few times my eyes busy admiring I failed to reply ! he taps my shoulder bringing me back to reality. as usual my early morning rush to pee every weekday rush into rest room just as I settle in front of an urinal ready to piss. my blue eyed hunk comes in pulling up to urinal next to me, his huge cock already hung free from his fly, my eyes at the right level now fixed on it. his hand slowly rubbing his big dick ( I learned was masturbation) go ahead you want to hold it while I piss he whispers, go ahead he urges still rubbing his huge cock he places his left arm around my shoulders drawing me closer to his side still coaxing. go ahead he says, he's too hot to resist, slowly I reach out with my tiny hand as I grasp his shaft he begins to piss the strong stream pouring from his cock echoed all through the rest room he wraps his right hand around my tiny one begins to rub it over his huge endless shaft which is no longer huge and soft it's now huge thick and hot in my hand of course I haven't handled or seen any bodies cock other than my own yet, mine is a ******* dick . he called it a pisser. my eyes roaming up & down his body my from my level my eyes again connect with his blue opal eyes, like it ? he asks referring to his monster cock ? 12 inch beauty he grins suddenly he wraps his strong left hand around my neck lifts me into the air carrying me to the more secluded urinals at end of seventh stall he then sets me on my feet inches before him my eyes level with his cock he smiles go ahead play with it use both baby hands and fingers yeah like that oh fuck yeah like that he sighs see he explains you're tiny and cute he moans yeah keep playing with my cock no one can see you down there. oh fuck boy I'm going to shoot open your little mouth he commands one of his hands surround back my head nudging it closer to the head of his thick cock seeping in steady clear streams out of his pee-hole with out being asked I greedily tongue lap it all up against the urinal. oh hell yeah he sighs again taste good ? he asks. I'm to busy to respond okay babe he sighs open wide here it comes he grunts he shoves as much of the head my mouth had capacity for swallow every freakin drop blast after blasts his cock shoots a very warm creamy thick load directly against my throat at first not use to its taste filled my mouth but after a few swirls in my mouth decided it wasn't all that bad I swallowed every drop. after his composure returned and my tongue still lapping up the residue sperm pearls surfacing from his pee-hole good he repeats ? oh hell yeah I reply look he says as he fixes his clothes an I too, we need to get to class it's almost a quarter to nine. here he says with a wink, cup your hands just under my pee-pee facing up. which I willingly do more than ever now he smiles and pisses onto my hands, a nice long stream that's a reward for doing an excellent job. now lets get to class as we leave he introduces himself I'm Vinnie ! mine is Matthew I reply see you at recess he exclaims as he runs out he glass doors flying upstairs to his new 5th grade class. I enter my 1st grade class so begins another school year. all day I keep sniffing my hands his urine dry now but his mucho odder fragrant to my nose carried me to noon time .. I had no Idea of being gay I just knew I was in love. where my saga begins !!
1939 in Goshen Connecticut. my parents immigrant Italians. my saga begins at 6, first grade, though born in U.S. Thanks to my parents speaking only Italian at home had a slight accent. my class mates ridiculed me. so I stayed to myself pretty much. school play ground which was surrounded by a deep dark very dense forest. my school was four stories high solid brick the basement ground floor where my kindergarten class attended before summer vacation, kindergarteners lockers their own boys and girls restrooms. concealed by glass doors at each end of the long corridor where stairs going up to 2nd floor where classes first grade to fourth, considered the main floor all offices it also contained rest rooms for both girls on one side boys on other all the lockers from first to 8th grades odd numbers on right, even on left, bottom tier for first & fourth grades & top tier for 5th to 8th graders on main floor. after so many lockers where doors into and out of each class room, the restrooms both girl's & boys, our boy's room was L shaped, seven stalls to left when entering, after 7th stall hidden from view 6 urinals. on back wall were windows leading to right wall some mirrors and 6 wash basins. and 6 more urinals it's September autumn 1944. 1st grade begins I am now 6. my saga begins. while I'm crotched down struggling to put my jacket on the hook inside my locker, just to my right a 5th grader over me is trying to get into his locker balancing a loose leave note book and 5 larger heavier books in one hand. they came crashing down two grazed my right shoulder. all his paper documents, books, strewn about the corridor floor. I chased after gathering them. by time I handed him the books I had retrieved. he too was crotched down gathering the rest of his papers. on my toes by his side I barely reached his shoulders. thanks little buddy he said as I handed him his books. My little eyes fixed on his, they were blue (opal color) his hair orange/reddish hues shined especially under the sun. his face rugged yet handsome ! I didn't know the meaning of gay yet, my eyes and thoughts in a trance. staring into his eyes. my books hurt you? he asked caringly, little guy he repeated a few times my eyes busy admiring I failed to reply ! he taps my shoulder bringing me back to reality. as usual my early morning rush to pee every weekday rush into rest room just as I settle in front of an urinal ready to piss. my blue eyed hunk comes in pulling up to urinal next to me, his huge cock already hung free from his fly, my eyes at the right level now fixed on it. his hand slowly rubbing his big dick ( I learned was masturbation) go ahead you want to hold it while I piss he whispers, go ahead he urges still rubbing his huge cock he places his left arm around my shoulders drawing me closer to his side still coaxing. go ahead he says, he's too hot to resist, slowly I reach out with my tiny hand as I grasp his shaft he begins to piss the strong stream pouring from his cock echoed all through the rest room he wraps his right hand around my tiny one begins to rub it over his huge endless shaft which is no longer huge and soft it's now huge thick and hot in my hand of course I haven't handled or seen any bodies cock other than my own yet, mine is a ******* dick . he called it a pisser. my eyes roaming up & down his body my from my level my eyes again connect with his blue opal eyes, like it ? he asks referring to his monster cock ? 12 inch beauty he grins suddenly he wraps his strong left hand around my neck lifts me into the air carrying me to the more secluded urinals at end of seventh stall he then sets me on my feet inches before him my eyes level with his cock he smiles go ahead play with it use both baby hands and fingers yeah like that oh fuck yeah like that he sighs see he explains you're tiny and cute he moans yeah keep playing with my cock no one can see you down there. oh fuck boy I'm going to shoot open your little mouth he commands one of his hands surround back my head nudging it closer to the head of his thick cock seeping in steady clear streams out of his pee-hole with out being asked I greedily tongue lap it all up against the urinal. oh hell yeah he sighs again taste good ? he asks. I'm to busy to respond okay babe he sighs open wide here it comes he grunts he shoves as much of the head my mouth had capacity for swallow every freakin drop blast after blasts his cock shoots a very warm creamy thick load directly against my throat at first not use to its taste filled my mouth but after a few swirls in my mouth decided it wasn't all that bad I swallowed every drop. after his composure returned and my tongue still lapping up the residue sperm pearls surfacing from his pee-hole good he repeats ? oh hell yeah I reply look he says as he fixes his clothes an I too, we need to get to class it's almost a quarter to nine. here he says with a wink, cup your hands just under my pee-pee facing up. which I willingly do more than ever now he smiles and pisses onto my hands, a nice long stream that's a reward for doing an excellent job. now lets get to class as we leave he introduces himself I'm Vinnie ! mine is Matthew I reply see you at recess he exclaims as he runs out he glass doors flying upstairs to his new 5th grade class. I enter my 1st grade class so begins another school year. all day I keep sniffing my hands his urine dry now but his mucho odder fragrant to my nose carried me to noon time .. I had no Idea of being gay I just knew I was in love. where my saga begins !!
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