Mr Mushroom

 

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. 

His dick was only like 4 and a half to 5 inches long with this amazing shiny purple mushroom head, I can still see it. I was mesmerised, I couldn’t take my eyes of this amazing shiny purple mushroom that started to leak some sort of clear liquid, which when he would rub it around on his big purple knob, it seemed to make it better for him, like I could see or sense his enjoyment level rising when he did. He gave me some kind of warning that stuff was going to spurt out the end of his dick soon, and boy did it! this white gooey liquid shot out of his cock and not just once or twice but 3 or 4 times, it was like a fucking water pistol! What the actual fuck just happened! What was that! What did I just see? He let go of his purple gun and I saw his dick throbbing like it was trying to pump out more of that stuff. It was the strangest most confusing yet interesting thing I’d ever seen.

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. 

Ughhh!! he groaned, at the same time a hot stream of this bizarre magic goo shot out and hit me on my chest. 

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.