Henry's Garnishment of Flossie

Written by UnclePan

"What'cha doing, Henry?" said five year old Flossie Jacobs, as she came across Henry Peterson lying out in the woods behind his house, his back leaning against a tree, his fly open, and his five and a half inch pecker wrapped snuggly in the fingers of his right hand. Henry was thirteen years old. He happened onto this alternate and far more pleasurable use of his penis back when he was seven, and there began an all encompassing love affair which has only grown stronger with the passage of time. He had begun shooting stuff at eleven and had begun sharing his newfound delight with his buddies shortly thereafter, promoting "jack off parties" in his tree house with several of his friends. They would look through copies of Playboy and Penthouse for inspiration, and have a circle jerk. To liven up the sessions contests were devised where the first boy to shoot his wad was awarded a prize. Usually the prize was a well used, dried cum spattered copy of Playboy or Penthouse.

More recently Henry's interest has turned to girls, for he discovered that the sensations being generated by his manipulations were much stronger when a little girl was in attendance watching him wide eyed. And so as a neighborhood service he has taken it upon himself to educate as many of the neighborhood girls as he can in the delights of witnessing the male orgasm. He has demonstrated his prowess to several girls before this particular morning when Flossie happened upon him out here in the woods. Henry had been walking on his way to the park when he had spotted Flossie coming down the path. He had hurriedly lain himself down and pulled out his pecker just in time for Flossie to walk up and catch him. Henry looked up and when he saw his pretty little neighbor he pretended surprise. "Oh, hi, Flossie. What're you doing walking out here in the woods?"

"I'm going over to see Dolly Carver, what're you doing?" "Nothing much," said Henry, "just playing with myself, to make myself feel good." "What's that thing sticking out of your pants?" Flossie asked. "It's my peter. Didn't you ever see one of these before?" "Nope," said Flossie, "how come you got one of them and I don't?" "You sure you don't have one? Maybe it's hiding down there." "You think so?" Flossie pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties. When they settled around her ankles she kicked them away. Holding up her dress she bent over to look. "I don't see nothing like that on me," she said, a disappointed tone in her voice. "Yeah, I guess you're right," Henry said with a grin. "Come to think of it only boys have got these things that stick out. Now I think about it, girls only have a little crack down there between their legs. All of their plumbing is on the inside."

Flossie's eyes were eyeing Henry's projection with great interest. "Could you take your hand away so I could see it good?" Flossie asked. "Sure," said Henry, removing his hand. His root remained standing tall, five plus inches in height, and it was about as big around as the circle made by Flossie joining her thumb and first finger. Most of the column seemed to be covered with what looked to her like loose skin, but at the top was what looked like a helmet made of smooth, reddish skin. While she was looking his stem was jerking slightly with Henry's heartbeat, its red head seeming to glow in the morning light. "Would it be okay if I touched it?" said Flossie. "I've never touched one before." Henry wrinkled his brow in deep thought. "I don't know, it's kind of like a boy's private property. No girls allowed." Henry saw her crestfallen look, and quickly relented. "But then again, maybe because you've never seen one before it might be okay," Henry said. "Beside you're so pretty it'd be a real shame to see you looking sad." Henry put his fingers around Flossie's wrist and guided her fingers over to his peter. She instinctively wrapped her fingers around the column.

"Does this feel okay?" Flossie asked, looking at Henry with puzzled eyes. "Yep, it feels really good. How does it feel to you?" he asked. "I don't know. It feels funny, for sure. Its so soft on the outside, but at the same time so hard on the inside. And holding onto it makes me feel funny." "Feel funny?" Henry asked. "In what way?" "Between my legs, I feel tingles. I've never felt nothing like this before." "Does it feel bad or good?" he said. "I'm not sure. Good I think. So what do I got to do to make you feel good? Like you was doing to yourself when I come up." ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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