After that, I couldn't leave him unsatisfied, so I took his penis into my mouth and started sucking. He sighed when I licked the helmet, groaned when I ran my tongue around the periphery and squeaked when I enveloped the whole two inches plus his scrotum and started sucking hard. “I love that,” he informed me. “Please don't stop.”
I continued sucking, I stroked his anus with a finger. I felt the sphincter muscle twitching, then opening and closing slightly, as though he were trying to draw my finger in. I took a few seconds out from sucking while I wet my finger, then continued inserting the finger while sucking his cock. He started shuddering and I realized that he was having a dry orgasm. The shuddering continued until he arched his back and then returned to lie flat on the bed once more, deathly still. I stopped sucking and removed my finger from his anus, then looked at his face to ensure that he was still awake. He smiled and told me that I had just given him the most wonderful feeling of his life. We dressed in everyday clothes and went downstairs to have some breakfast. Being a Sunday morning, there was not much to watch on TV, so I switched on my computer and trawled the internet while Vincent was sitting on my lap. I found a pornographic site and showed Vincent the real purpose of a man's penis as it displayed sexual intercourse with a woman. He watched as though he couldn't believe his eyes, then remarked that the willies he saw there were much bigger than mine. I had to admit that mine was slightly above average size but that the ones he was watching were well above average; the men were selected for that particular reason. I continued browsing; some gay sites appeared and Vincent was even more amazed that a man could put his willy into another man's bottom.
“They do it because they enjoy it,” I told him. “Sex isn't only for producing babies; its main use these days is for those involved to enjoy the feeling, whether the man is putting it into a woman or another man, eh.” “Could we do that?” he asked, as I had expected, and hoped, he would. “Well, you could put your willy in my bottom quite easily, but if I put mine in yours it would probably hurt at first, although you would enjoy it after you were used to it.”
“I want to try it,” he said. “Can we do it now?” “Not at the moment, I need to recover from this morning's activity. We can do it after lunch if you still want it. In the meantime, we'll go for a walk and then to the children's playground.” We went out and walked one of the nearby footpaths. Vincent had lived almost all his life in a town and was excited at the sights and sounds of the countryside. We reached a river and I showed him how to skim flat stones across the water. He tried to do the same but never managed to develop the required throwing action. We left the river and made for the playground near my home; when he saw the swings Vincent jumped up and down with excitement. There were a few other children playing there, and one boy about Vincent's age sat on the swing next to Vincent and asked me to push him. I spent the next half an hour pushing two boys on swings, then pushing the roundabout with both boys riding it, back to the swings, up and down the slide, and afterwards I was knackered.
The boy introduced himself as Donald, and to my surprise I realized that he was my next-door neighbor. The reason I hadn't seen him before was because he had been away at boarding school, but was now home for the long summer holiday. Donald confirmed that he was eight years old, he told me that both his parents were out at work together, even on a Sunday, and he usually spent most of the day at his Granny's house in the next street. Vincent announced that he wanted to wee. Donald echoed the need. Vincent asked me to go with him, so the three of us went to the nearby Gents' toilet. Vincent stood at the urinal, took out his little pecker and proceeded to pee.
Donald watched him warily. I sensed that Donald was shy, so I suggested that he use the sit-down stall. He went in to the stall but came out immediately. “Someone's filled it with paper and it smells awful,” he said. “Vincent and I will wait outside for you,” I said. A man entered and walked over to the urinal, pulling out a large hunk of meat as he went. Donald and Vincent watched in amazement?they had never seen anyone display a huge cock so openly in public. Donald didn't want to stay at the urinal while the man was there, so he waited at the wash-basin with Vincent and me until the man had left. Then he decided he wouldn't bother to hide his penis from us and did what he originally intended to do. Vincent and I watched him as he held his little cock; it was slightly bigger than Vincent's and he retracted the foreskin as he urinated. “You should do that as well, Vincent,” I said. “It's much healthier than the way you do it, eh. I do the same.” Donald knew that we were watching his cock and hurriedly replaced it behind his zipper.
“No need to be shy, Donald,” I said. “We're both made the same as you.” Donald smiled with slight embarrassment, and told me that his Gran had always said that nobody else should ever see his pecker other than his parents or a doctor. “Sounds to me like she was brought up in a very Victorian family.” “I think she was,” he replied. “She's always saying things like 'children should be seen and not heard', and I hate that.” “You won't get anything as stupid or unkind as that from us,” I told him. “Children are people as well and although they sometimes have to be told what to do, they are deserving of a reasonable degree of respect. It's the best way to give children self-respect.” “Can I come to your house to play with Vincent sometime?” asked Donald. Shrugged. “I don't see why not.
When your parents get home from work today, I'll call in and ask them if I can invite you for an hour or a day.” “Cool,” said Donald, reminding me that he was still a schoolboy. “I'm looking forward to that.” We continued for another half-hour in the playground. I decided it was time for lunch. Rather than risk a confrontation with Donald's grandmother, I suggested that he should go there for his lunch and we would see him in the evening when his parents returned.