Boys will be Boys. Part 1
by DChatterly

It was all very strange, the way it happened. Mark, my husband
returned from his weekly session at the local gym going on about the
young lads from the local school football team who had been
showering and changing at the same time as him. He laughed as he
stated that young boys were certainly maturing quicker these days.
He seemed genuinely surprised as he described how most of them, aged
16 or 17, sported fully developed chest hair, and quite a few
displayed over sized cocks, the likes of he had never witnessed
before.

      Mark and I have been married for about 12 years now, he's 34
and I'm 31. I was a virgin when we wed, and have never really got
into sex in a big way. We go through the motions about once every
fortnight, and although Mark doesn't realise it, I had never once
achieved an orgasm - never once. I don't masturbate, never have, and
we don't really discuss sex much, that is until recently.

      "Do you think I've got a small cock?" he asked me, as he
changed for bed that night. I lay, already under the covers,
glancing at a dull women's magazine. I looked up, shrugged my
shoulders and smiled.

"You tell me," I replied "I've only ever seen Sams and my fathers."
Sam was our son, who was ten, and my father, who is in his fifties,
I knew had a bigger one, although I didn't want to tell him that.
"It's bigger than Sams." I told him, and turned my attention back to
the magazine.

Mark viewed himself in the full length mirror. "Those boys at the
gym today, I was kinda embarrassed," he spoke still examining his
nakedness in the mirror. "I wasn't staring or anything, but most of
theirs seemed to be longer and thicker. Am I paranoid or what? " I
looked back towards him, resting my eyes on his flaccid member,
resting shrivelled and pathetic like on his balls. 

"I suppose it is quite small, when it's like that," I told him.
"Come here and I'll breathe some life into it." He grinned and moved
to the bed. I noticed his cock twitch and begin to grow slightly.
His hands roamed under the covers towards my breasts, and I eased
him down towards me. "Now let us see if you've got a little boys or
not." He was resting on me, just the material of my silk pyjamas
between his slowly growing cock and my crotch. As he positioned
himself between my legs, I dropped the magazine to the floor and we
rubbed our bodies together. I pushed hard against him, and forced my
pelvis into his. We gyrated as we kissed, and then I stopped. "You
hard yet?" I asked and squeezed a hand between us searching for his
cock.

"Yes," he moaned. "Do you want it?"

"Not yet," I told him as I gripped him tightly. "I'll get my tape
measure and see what you've got." I knew he'd be surprised about me
talking in this way, it was out of character, but I continued. "Come
on, let us see then." He made a play for my breasts, but I struggled
out from underneath him and reached over to the bedside drawer. He
lay on his back, still reacting to my squeezing his dick with one
hand. I crossed back over him, unwinding the tape measure and
placing an end at the base of his cock. "Here we go then," I
announced and moved my head down to read the measurement. "Four and
a half inches exactly," I exclaimed, "and, hold on." I wrapped the
tape round the girth. "And, eh, just under two and a half round.
How's that?" I flung the tape onto the floor, and continued
squeezing his cock. He never spoke, just closed his eyes and enjoyed
the caressing. "Well is that bigger than the boys in the gym then?"
I asked, watching his face contort with pleasure.

"God I don't think so sweetie," he uttered, under his breath. "Those
bloody young boys were bigger than that, even when they didn't have
a gorgeous piece of ass wanking them off." He moaned as he spoke.
"One of them even said 'hurry up pencil dick', when he was waiting
to use my shower."

"And what did you say to that dear?" I asked him, increasing the
momentum of my hand on his cock. "Did you tell him what for?"

"No, God no, I was scared. This boy was so confident, and his dick
was huge, the biggest of the bunch."

"What was Andy saying?" Andy was Mark's friend who went to the gym
with him, and who lived a few doors away from us.

"Oh he has nothing to be embarrassed about," he answered. "He's big
in all departments." Its true that Andy was a big bloke, and I
wondered while Mark spoke just how big he meant, I mean, I had no
idea really. 

"You know what you should have said to the boy, don't you?" I said,
finding I was getting quite turned on with this conversation.

"No, what? Tell me."

"You should have invited him round for a shower here, and I would
have sorted him out." With this he came, a small dribble of semen
appeared over my clenched knuckles, and Mark held his breath, as he
always does, before letting out an annoying squeak and relaxing his
body completely. He lay quiet, eyes closed, and I continued to
massage the fluid from the tip of his diminishing cock.

He never spoke about it the next morning, but I found that most of
the day I was thinking about our conversation, feeling I was getting
wet, as if something inside me had suddenly been unleashed. I needed
to explore this feeling more.

      When Mark came in from work I tried to bring the conversation
back to last night. I asked him if he was going to the gym, if he'd
seen my tape measure anywhere. Nothing seemed to work; I was
becoming frustrated, he wasn't getting the hint, so finally I walked
in on him whilst he was peeing, pretending I was looking for
something, looked down as he held his cock between 2 fingers and
spoke. "How's my wee boy doing?" He knew exactly to what I referred,
in-fact he peed all down one leg of his trousers as he tried to
conceal himself from me.

"Oh Mark, that's bad!" I scolded him. "You have to be careful with
your wee thing. Now get them off for me to wash." I could see this
was turning him on, so I kept it up until Sam came home from school,
when, of course, normal life resumed.

      Things had definitely changed in the bedroom. At night I began
to display my disappointment when we made love. I never put on the
act of enjoying myself. I found, strangely enough, that this
actually turned me on more; but the more I became turned on, the
wider and wetter my hole would get and the more frustrated I became
when Mark penetrated me and I could feel nothing.  Eventually I
stopped allowing him to enter me at all.

      A few days later, at the start of the school holidays, Sam
went to stay at his grandmothers for a week. The first night, I told
Mark that he had to sleep in Sam's bedroom, which he duly did. Our
relationship changed dramatically, I began to treat him like boy and
he went along with it completely.  

The next evening I arranged for our baby-sitter to come over and
watch him, but telling her that it was Sam who was in bed fast
asleep and Mark away on business. I had known Sally, the
baby-sitter, for years. She was sixteen and the only daughter of
Andy, Marks friend from the gym. When she arrived, I was getting
ready to go out and I spoke to her, asking her advice on what to
wear. She lived with her dad, as her mum had died a few years ago. I
went into see Mark before I left, telling him to be good and keep
quiet. He was startled to see the clothes that I had chosen to wear,
a short red skirt which was tight across my rear, a half cut top
which sat out just below my chest revealing my midriff. The bra I
had chosen lifted and prominently displayed a deep cleavage between
my firm breasts held back by only two loose buttons. 

"Where are you going?" he asked, astonishment written clearly over
his face.

"Out!" I replied sternly. "And you'd better be sleeping when I get
home." With that I left him, shaking but obviously excited at the
mystery of it all.

I had arranged to go out with some of the girls from my keep-fit
class who were also surprised to see me dressed the way I was. It
was in-fact quite an uneventful evening. I pulled many admiring
glances from men, but the girls, it appeared, resented the attention
I was getting, and so were not helping me out. My confidence was not
so complete that I could actually sample some of the delights that I
had missed out so far in my life. I thought of Mark at home playing
with himself, and I ached some attention.

When I got back, Sally's Dad Andy was over keeping her company. They
watched television together and Sally made me a coffee as I slumped
down, slightly drunk, onto an easy chair. My skirt rode up, and I
was aware that I was revealing a good deal to Andy. Sally was
oblivious to it, but Andy couldn't keep his eyes off my crossed
legs.

"Well theirs  your coffee," Sally said to me. "I'm just popping off
now if that's okay. Got an early start tomorrow."  She left me in
the company of her father, and I suddenly thought about Mark
upstairs.

"Excuse me a second Andy," I said, and headed for the stairs. It was
dark in Sam's bedroom, so I had to fumble my way over to where Mark
lay. "How's my wee boy?" I whispered, sensing his presence under the
covers.

"Hello," he whispered back. "Have a nice night?"

"Ssshh," I said gently right into an ear. "I have a man downstairs,
so I don't want you getting up and spoiling my chances."

"Who's there?" he asked, raising his tone slightly.

"Someone who I'm sure could make me come." I knew this would shock
him. I felt him start to shake, his teeth chattering as he lay face
up. We'd never talked about the lack of orgasms in my life. "Now you
go back to sleep and I'll see you in the morning." I couldn't resist
sliding a hand under the covers to grope his miniature manhood. He
was hard though, stretched to his limit and moving about eagerly for
me to bring him off. "Oh dear " I said, "Someone has a wee something
for me. I hope your not making a mess of those sheets." His
breathing had quickened and his hips thrust towards my hand. I
realised I was soaking between my legs and could feel a stickiness
worsening by the second.

I had no idea how I was going to proceed with things downstairs. I
mean I liked Andy, had known him for years and he was a good friend
to the both of us. Was it just a game I was playing? Or was I going
to take it further? I really had no idea. My insides were telling me
that I had to find out what other men had between their legs before
it was too late, and with the information that Mark regarded Andy as
'big in all departments', my tingles turned to longings turned to
needs that were becoming difficult to restrain.

"Night night dearie." I kissed Mark on the cheek. "Don't you get up
too early."

Andy was finishing off his coffee when I appeared. "I better go
now," he suggested, but I could tell by the way he looked at my
flushed face that he didn't want to. When I sat down close to him on
the couch, breathing fast and looking deep into his eyes, I knew
he'd stay. 

We were both silent, probably wondering exactly what was going
through the others mind, but the loose trousers that Andy wore gave
the game away. Something protruded pushing heavily on the material.
Andy would have seen Mark in the showers many a time, he would know
what I wanted by the look in my eyes. I was sure of that. But
uncertain seconds passed by, the two of us expecting it all to be
seamless and knowing.just knowing. I breathed in deeply, letting my
chest rise, almost bursting the two buttons that - only just - held
back my tits. I could feel them swelling. I was anticipating
something, not doubting that it was going to happen, knowing,
wanting, needing so bad. I felt a feeling surge through me, an alien
feeling, which I realise now to have been the hint of an orgasm.
Without even touching anything, I got a taste of what could be. My
cheeks were burning, head spinning as I noticed how powerful Andy
looked, the first time e'd ever looked at each other this wasy. He
kissed me. 

I responded thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth (something else
I never do with Mark). I was aware of panting, especially when his
hands gripped my breasts and he threw me down.

 Before I knew it, I was undressed and had been turned around, until
I was kneeling on the carpet, resting my front against the couch I
had moments ago sat. He was licking, kissing and blowing heavily
into my ear neck and back, all the time fondling my breasts and
stomach  so manfully. I can't remember how and when he became naked,
but he was thrusting into me from the rear. I hadn't even seen, or
felt his cock yet, but he eased it into me, and I pushed back crying
out as I felt it against my cunt lips. I felt my swollen hole gently
widen as it found its way further up. Then I knew it, I had came.
Before he even began thrusting it, I had came. I knew now what it
was, and liked it at that moment, never wanting it to end.

      He fucked me constantly for over an hour before letting his
seed go. I was on top of him when he came and was shocked as I felt
the sheer force of his semen spill within me. I felt saturated, yet
it kept on pouring deep towards my womb. My breathing slowed with
the pace of his after-thrusts. He became gentle with his movement
and all the sensations I had been feeling came into focus. I had
been lost on a wave of ecstasy and forgotten where and who I was. I
was floating down now, safe in the arms of this real man.    

      Andy stayed the night, we moved upstairs to the room next to
where Mark was. He asked if we would wake Sam, but I assured him he
was a heavy sleeper. "I'll just check on him," I said, and left him
lying on my marital bed. As I suspected, Mark was wide awake. I was
naked and feeling so much a woman, as I approached the child size
single bed. I switched on the bedside light and looked down on my
husband. "Hi there honey," I said, greeting his wide eyes with a
wicked smile. "Want to know what I've been up to? Or should I say,
what's been up me." He extended an arm towards my sticky pubic hair
and stroked me gently. A finger un-expectantly slipped with ease
into my hole. I stood still and allowed him to wiggle it around. He
definitely noticed the difference. There was an openness that had
previously been absent, all tightness was gone. I was soaking and
his finger must have been thick with Andy's thick semen. "Lick it,"
I croaked as he withdrew his finger from me. He obliged and suck
gerly on his own skinny index finger. "I've just come to tuck you
in." I said as I sensed him ejaculate. He closed his eyes and went
through the familiar routine of holding his breath and squealing. I
whipped back the covers that concealed him, just in time to see the
last spittle of come trickle down the short expanse of his cock.

      "Oh dear," he uttered, and I tutted and shook my head in an
exaggerated fashion.

      "Now that's very naughty," I scolded him. "Small boys should
not be doing that in front of people. Kindly keep that kind of thing
to yourself. You're very bad."

      He looked at me sheepishly. "I'm sorry," he uttered, revelling
in his new role as a child. "Has your man friend gone now?"

      "No my man friend has not gone yet, and will not be going. So
you better be neither seen nor heard until I say so. Your confined
to your room for being bad. Do you understand?" He nodded and pulled
the covers over his shamed body. I closed the door and went back to
my new lover.


Please send comments, remarks, complaints, praise, disgust, good
cheer, and whether you actually think I should continue in this
vain to DChatterly@hotmail.com

