Mr Mushroom
When i was
12yo I used to go around my neighbourhood knocking on doors offering to wash
people’s cars or mow their lawns for cash. This one guy paid me $5 to wash his
car which was pretty good in back in 1988.
So of
course, I went back a week or so later hoping to make another quick 5 quid. He
was like yeah sure, of course you can, how about I give you $10, and you give
me a hand with some stuff I need to do in the shed after you wash the car? Now
I’m thinking $10 is better than $5 & being a naive 12yo why the hell would
I turn it down. So I washed the car and helped him in the shed, he asked me
questions about my life and he found out things like my age where I lived and
that I only live with my mum and sister, we talked about things I like to do,
like riding my BMX & building things and that I was currently building a
billycart. Oh really, he said, well if you need to borrow some tools or would
like some help, you’re welcome bring it here and use the shed.
I don’t
remember if it was the next weekend or a few weeks later, (but knowing me it
was most likely the next weekend) I took the billycart around to get some help
to finish it. I wasn’t aware to begin with but every now and again he would
brush his hand across my crotch or position himself so my hand would rub past
his dick, or he’d get behind me slightly pushing or rubbing his crotch against
my ass.
Now this was
obviously turning him on, but I was totally oblivious to what was going on,
until he got an erection. He rubbed it past my hand, and I noticed my hand
touched something, but kind of dismissed it. But I think at the same time my instinct
or something switched on. like I became aware that, that probably wasn’t right.
I remember I was standing on a little step thing that helped me be a better
height to use the vise on the work bench. He stood behind me “to help” and
press his penis against my ass, slightly moving around. I could feel his dick
was hard.
I felt very
uncomfortable and kind of a bit scare. Which was clearly my instincts screaming
at me that this was wrong. But seeing I was only 12yo I really wasn’t sure what
I was feeling. So, I ignored it, because I wanted to build the billy cart. I
don’t remember how much longer it took to finish the cart that day, but we did.
But that’s just the beginning.
It must have
been a Sunday, because he convinced me to come around before school the next
day to help him with some massage practice for $50. I don’t remember the story
he told me, but it was some kind of bullshit about massage training for kids or
something like that. Whatever it was clearly I believed him. Plus let’s be real
$50 back then was like $200 to a kid.
Anyway, I
rocked up at like 7:30 in the morning, I remember he had a blue collared shirt
on and dark dress pants. He invited me in; we went to the lounge room and sat
on the couch. Again, I remember the conversation details, but I ended up lying
face down on the floor and he was on his knees beside me rubbing my back and shoulders
and buttcheeks. After a few minutes he put his leg over me and straddled my
ass, he kept massaging my back and shoulders but now he was rubbing his cock on
my ass crack.
I could feel his dick getting hard, but to be honest I hadn’t hit puberty yet so I haven’t played with my dick yet, so I had no idea about wanking or that dicks were used for anything else except having a wee. Anyway, somehow, he convinced me to watch him masturbate. I remember sitting on the floor watching him play with his cock, absolutely fascinated.
I kind of
knew or felt that what just happened was wrong, now I don’t mean seeing
masturbation or a dick cum for the first time, I mean the part where I was
pretty much in a sexually abusive situation right there. But I was a gullible
12yo boy with no father figure. How was I to know how good or bad this was. So
he cleaned himself up and gave me the $50 and went to school. Was that the end
you ask? No, that was a pretty easy 50 bucks?
So a week
later and no money left, here I am, unannounced, 7:30 in the morning knocking
on Mr Purple Mushrooms door. When he answered the door I said can I do anything
for another $50. Yeah, maybe he said, come in. We went inside to the lounge
room and sat down, he told me how helpful It was for his massage stuff the last
time I was there and if he could just practice massaging this time, he would
give me another $50. Of course I agreed, I mean that’s why I was there right? So
again, there I was face down on the floor in my undies, but this time he was in
his undies too, same back and shoulders rub, but this time he maneuverer my
undies down and was giving my ass cheeks a rub and squeezing them in a way to
pull them apart.
I was
uncomfortable with what was happening as it was more groppey this time. He had
straddled me from the start. He ran his hands up my back to my shoulders then
all the way down to my ass cheeks and gently squeeze them moving in a circular
motion so they would spread apart, up to my shoulders then down again.
He must have popped his cock out the side of his undies because when he moved up I felt his raw cock rest between my parted ass cheeks.
He kept massaging and moving his cock between my cheeks. I could feel it growing harder. After a few minutes it was solid, I felt him hop off me,I looked over my shoulder and saw he was getting up. I rolled over and sat up on my knees, he had taken his undies off and stood there with his stiff dick hovering above my face
He was
gently squeezing & pulling at his balls which made his magic mushroom move
up and down.
A glistening
pearl of pre-cum was forming on the eye of his cock. As it got bigger, I
thought it was going to drop on the floor, but it just hung there about an inch
long, clinging on to the tip of his shiny mushroom. I was astounded. I couldn’t
believe what I was seeing I had no idea a dick could do that! He asked me if I
wanted to touch it and assured me that it was okay if I did, but I was
speechless. I just shook my head no, absolutely mesmerised by his meat right
there in front of my face.
He sat down
on the couch with his legs spread wide and stroked his cock, coatings it in his
dripping juice.
I could tell he was enjoying this even more than last time. He touched it differently than last time, not just wanking it but holding his balls I one hand, forcing the skin on his cock to be tight. I couldn’t see the whole length of his rod and the full shape of his swollen mushroom head, it was so shiny. For a while he gently ran his fingers up and down his shaft and over his knob, collecting his gooey lube as he passed the tip and rubbing it over his member. I was Captivated by his cock. It’s going to happen again, he said, it’s going to spurt! Like it was a really rare occurrence. Hypnotised, I didn’t want to miss it. I wanted to see him cum again. I wanted to see the magic goo exploding out of him again. he gave it a few really fast strokes, Here It comes he said, here it comes, Still holding onto his ball he stopped stroking his cock, took his hand off his throbbing shiny purple mushroom, it was pointing straight at me.
I couldn’t believe how warm it was, then another squirt
landed on my leg, he let go of his balls, his dick stood straight up to his
belly, throbbing and pulsing, pumping out more cum that dribbled down his shaft
to his large ball sack. This thing was bouncing up and down from excitement, he
put his hand back around his cum soaked shaft and stroked it some more, I still
remember the squelching sound of all that cum as his hand glided up and down
over his purple head, I watched his cock soften and shrink down in size. He got
up, told me to wait there and left the room. He came back with a tea towel for
me to wipe his jis off my leg and chest and handed me a $50 note. As I got
dressed he thanked me a told me some crap about how great I was and it was
amazing to make something so special like that happen and that nobody should
know about it. He showed me to the front door and I went off to school with a
bunch of cash and mixed feelings.
The last
visit.
I make this quick. Because it was pretty quick. So one morning I used my last $20 from my jis journey and bought a Rambo knife of a mate, I was pretty excited about it but I was also now out of cash, so yep, you guessed it I went straight to see Mr Mushroom. But this time I had a plan. I was only going to let him massage my back and shoulders and that’s it. No cock watching, no ass rub. Just a massage. After all I had a big fuck off knife right! He invited me in. We sat down and I showed him the cool knife I just bought and how you could unscrew the compass on the end of the handle and sore things in the handle, things like matches and a bit of fishing line, you know survival stuff. I told him I only wanted a massage nothing more, which he agreed to. I took off my shirt and laid down. My hand was on the knife on the floor, with my arm folded in front of me using them as a pillow for my head He knelt down beside me and started rubbing my shoulders and massaging my back. After about a minute, I felt him try to push my pants down a bit then a few seconds later it happened again. That was it, I rolled over and sat up holding the knife pointing at him and said, don’t try anything or I’ll use this fucking knife. He put his hands up and was like woah woah ok ok, then said something like, i think you might be confused, I was just trying to be nice, I think you should just go now. So I did. That was it, I left that day with no money and that was the last time I saw Mr Shiny Purple Mushroom Head.
