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ENUM Protocol in Australia?
Master Kai writes "Looks like Australia's thinking about implementing ENUM, an internet protocol that will convert a simple phone number into a URI. The benefits are obvious, use one number to contact you on any communications medium. Your website, fixed phone, fax, mobile (cell) and email address. But at what cost to our privacy? I know that personally I prefer to give out my email address, because I can change it at the click of a button. And what about spam? Not only would spamers have your email address, but your contact numbers too. Eeeep!
Anyway. It looks good nonetheless. Check out the news article , and for the Australian Communications Authority Discussion Paper. "
Once again, thank you to all of you who take the time to read my stories,
and especially to those of you who are kind enough to share your
enthusiasm. I welcome comments and suggestions.
All of the standard disclaimers apply. If you are too young (based upon age
or moralistic restriction in your community), too easily offended (you are
uncomfortable with older man/young boy sex), or are painfully illiterate
(which means you can't read this, anyway), then you need to be elsewhere.
But, if you decide that this is where you want to be, then by all means,
let's do it again...
-Donny
I never have been one for camping. But, when you're only 13 years old, and
it's considered to be "important family time", you don't usually get a
choice in whether or not you get dragged along.
Such was the case this weekend. Mom and dad had decided that they'd pick me
up from school and we'd head straight off to go camping. We were headed up
into the El Dorado hills along the Cosumnes River, "we" meaning my parents
my sister, her friend Patti, and me. Riding in the camper isn't necessarily
bad, and in the absence of my sister would have been the best part of the
trip for giving me ample time to jerk off a time or two during the ride to
the campgrounds. But, this time I had to deal with my sister and her
friend chatting incessantly in the cabover area of the camper while I sat
at the table and tried to read comic books as the truck and its load softly
rocked along the gently twisting highway.
We finally arrived at the campground and found our spot near the
river. Dusk would be settling pretty soon. Mom did the campsite arranging
while dad leveled the camper. When finished with that, he then set up the
small tent that would have normally housed me for the weekend. Adding to my
frustration of not having enough privacy to satisfy my adolescent sexual
urges during the trip, I now had to give up my tent to my sister and her
friend so their constant girlish chatter wouldn't keep dad awake all
night. That meant that I had to sleep in the camper with mom and dad, which
in turn meant that there would be no late-night masturbation since I didn't
need to attract the attention of my light-sleeping father by shaking the
camper.
It was looking like it was going to be a long weekend.
Dinner was uneventful, my sister and her friend were annoying, and I
quickly had gone through most of my collection of Superman and Captain
America comics to the light of the Coleman lantern. I made a brief trip to
the public restroom (no privacy there, either... dammit) and upon my return
to our site I excused myself to the camper and settled myself into my
cabover bed for the weekend. Well, after dusting out the crumbs of animal
crackers left from my sister and Patti...
Mom came in for the night a few minutes later, followed by my dad once he
had the girls safely tucked in. With memories of the many times that I had
shared this spot in the camper with friends and the sexual explorations we
had enjoyed, I tried to ignore the hard-on in my shorts as I fitfully fell
asleep.
**********
The next morning, I awoke to find that mom and dad had gotten up before me,
and had been replaced by the two girls in their bed. Still no privacy. Oh,
well. I slipped on a tee-shirt, shorts, and my waffle-stompers, ran a brush
through my hair, and stepped out to try to find something good in the day.
Dad was off fishing; fine with me since I hate fishing. When mom saw me,
she put aside her Harlequin romance novel and fired up the gas stove to
cook me breakfast. The weather was pleasantly warm, and a splattering of
clouds overhead kept the sun from looking like it was going to get too
hot. Once done with breakfast, I helped clean up, threw some fruits and
snacks into a paper bag, kissed mom and told her I was going to do some
hiking.
I headed for the river. Knowing that dad tended to fish the deeper water
near the earthen dam just west of the camping area, I headed easterly along
the riverbank. I was hoping to find a secluded area somewhere up-river,
maybe a place where I could feel confident that I wouldn't be discovered so
I could shed the few clothes I had and enjoy some skinny-dipping and a good
wanking.
I like being naked, especially outdoors. My problem at the moment was
getting far enough away from folks that I didn't have to fear discovery.
Just the thought of being naked out here and jacking off in natural
surroundings made my dick stir in anticipation. Only a sense of propriety
and a minor dose of caution kept me from going for it right here.
While there weren't really any people out where I was, there still wasn't
really anyplace secluded or safe. Safe meaning that my younger sister and
her friend, or anyone else, wouldn't somehow chance upon me and make a
scene. I was about 20 minutes from camp and wasn't having much luck finding
such a place, and my hopes for sexual release seem to be fading. I wished
that I were on the other side of the river, which I understood to be
government property, and pretty much void of people. There really was no
getting there from here, though, since I knew the current to be too strong
to try swimming much farther than a dozen feet or so from the shoreline.
It was then that I came to an ancient-looking barbed-wire fence, rusted and
barely hanging on to rough-hewn posts driven into the ground, all the way
to the waterline. The weathered sign that threatened to fall from a post at
any moment indicated that I was about to stumble on Private Property.
Well, I had never hiked this far up the riverbank, but I figured now was as
good a time as any to see what was on the other side of the fence. I
carefully stepped over the sagging wire and let myself over, careful not to
snag my shorts or cut my legs. Not sure what rules I may have just broken,
I started working out a series of possible excuses and explanations I might
have to come up with as I continued my journey up the riverside.
As I walked, I was getting encouraged over the apparent privacy of the
area. Maybe I finally would get that chance to shed my clothes and go for a
swim, followed by a pleasant jack-off. Or, maybe the other way around. Most
likely, if I found the right spot, I'd beat my meat before and after my
swim.
I came around a small hill to an almost cove-like setting. Looking around
and then facing the water, with a small grove of trees to the right and
behind me, and the hill I had just come around to my left, I could see that
I had found my spot! I immediately untied my waffle-stompers and shed those
from my feet, followed by my shorts and briefs in one swift move. I had
been eating an apple that I had thrown into my bag, and after I had taken
my last bite of it, I threw it in a high arc towards the opposite bank,
then yanked off my tee-shirt over my head and tossed it aside before the
apple core landed. The splash of the core into the water seemed to
punctuate my sudden nakedness.
I headed to the water, but as soon as I got my feet in, I yelped and turned
right back to dry land. Damn, that was colder than it should be this time
of year! There would be no skinny-dipping this weekend, unless I wanted my
balls to shrink in somewhere near my throat!
Oh, well... at least I now had privacy to masturbate. I laid on my back on
the sandy cove and let the sun warm me all over. Then I reached down to my
dick, feeling it stir in response to my chance for some pent-up release. I
closed my eyes and hardened in no time as I started to pump my dick out in
the open.
"What in Hell are ya doin' here?"
I looked up to find a man of about 60 years old staring down at me.
I scrambled to my feet as I stammered. "I--I..."
"You're on private property, young man!"
The man was about 5'6", lean built, with thin gray hair. All over. See, the
man standing about two feet from me was wearing one of those sleeveless
undershirts like my grandpa would wear.
And nothing else.
"I--I--"
"You're not doin' real well in the speech department, either," he growled.
"How old are you?"
"I'm... uh..." My throat was dry. "I'm thirteen."
He looked me from top to bottom, then looked around.
"Anyone else with you?" he asked.
"Back at the campsites."
He looked me all over again, with particular attention to my dick. He took
a deep breath as if to say something, then seemed to stop in mid thought
and shake his head.
"Well, then, you better be getting' back, hadn't you?"
I think it was obvious how deflated I was. "Yeah, I guess."
I bent down to pick up my tee-shirt. As I bent over, I got a good look at
the man's cock. I must have stared at it for a long moment without
realizing it.
"Never seen one?"
"Excuse me?" I said, snapping from my reverie.
"Never seen an uncut dick?"
I shook my head.
"No. It looks... different."
"Only when it's soft," said the man. "When it gets stiff like that nice
looking hard-on you were just playing with, it looks about the same."
"Really?" I said, excitedly.
I was still staring at the man's cock. I guess the interest in my voice
must have triggered something in him, because there was an obvious
twitching to his hooded dick.
"What?" said the man, with a slightly shaky tone to his voice. "You want
to... see for yourself?"
He closed his line with the same kind of uneasy laugh I use when I'm
nervous. I answered in the same kind of gigglish voice.
"Yeah."
Without thinking further, I reached out and touched his sheathed cock. The
man's stomach convulsed in surprise, then he gently pushed my hand away.
"You sure you want to be doing that?"
I finally looked up into his gentle eyes and nodded.
"Can I?"
The man looked nervously about, then smiled at me and took my hand. He led
me away from the open water to an area behind the trees where he had a
large tent. He directed me inside, then followed me and zipped the tent
closed. He turned back to me, then slipped off his tank top shirt.
I figured the man to be about halfway between my dad's age, and my
grandpa's. He was only a couple inches taller than me, with soft brown eyes
and a friendly smile. Seeing him fully naked, I thought he had a nice
build; soft, but not fat. His legs were nicely muscled, and tanned like the
rest of him. His chest and pubic hair were gray and medium-thick. He lay
onto a spread-open sleeping bag and took my hand to draw me down beside
him. I complied with no resistance.
"We really shouldn't be doing this..." sighed the man, nervously.
I didn't pay his concern any mind. I sat cross-legged next to him and
started to fondle his uncut dick. Gently playing with it in my hands, I
could feel it start to thicken slightly to my touch. The man let one of his
hands rest in my lap, where he started to play with my dick and balls, too.
I watched in fascination as the head of the man's cock started to slowly
creep out of the large opening in his tubular skin to my touch. I thought
it was like watching a turtle poking his head out of his shell. The more it
poked out, the more I stroked it, until it was finally thick and hard
enough to pump in my fist.
I grinned excitedly, "That is so cool!"
The man chuckled at my reaction while his hand deftly worked my own dick to
hardness. He might have been contented to just remain like that, but I bent
over and took his cock into my mouth and started to suck on it, slowly
moving my head up and down over his moderately-sized meat. I thought he
tasted rather good, and his sighs told me he was enjoying it.
"Oh, wow..." croaked the man. "Where'd you learn to do that?"
I took my mouth off his cock for a brief moment.
"Is that okay?" I asked.
"Hell, yes! But, you said you're only thirteen, and-"
"I like to suck dicks." I said, matter-of-factly, and went back to sucking
his.
"I guess so!" he said in a heavy sigh. "You're good at it."
I liked hearing that, and bobbed my head a little faster while trying to
take more of his very nice cock deeper into my throat, all while he was
doing a pleasant job of toying with my own stiff member. Then:
"You better slow down. I don't want to cum yet."
I stopped and turned back to him.
"It's okay. I've had men shoot into my mouth before."
"I can see why!" He tugged on my dick. "Here... let me try yours."
I was not about to turn that down. I got onto my knees and scooted near his
head, until my erection was near his face.
"Here. Straddle my face," he said, guiding my left leg over his chest until
I was nearly sitting on his chest. The head of my cock bobbed just
millimeters from his lips.
"You have a very nice penis," said the man as he stroked it gently. "Hardly
any hair. But, I can see that you're going to make your partners very
happy. Now, fuck my mouth, please."
Wow! I hadn't heard someone talk like that to please me! I leaned forward
while he opened his mouth, and my thin, but long dick slipped easily into
his warm and wet mouth. He closed his lips about me, and I could feel his
tongue on the underside of my cock.. Both of his hands took the cheeks of
my butt, and started to gently encourage me to pump back and forth into his
sucking mouth.
After a dozen strokes, he let me slip out of his mouth, then hoisted my ass
over his face. He spread my butt cheeks wide with his hands while his
tongue started to work its way all over my anus, licking and probing me
while my saliva-slickened dick rested on the man's forehead. I found myself
squirming in pleasure as he stiffened his tongue to push harder into my ass
hole, until I could feel it give a little more with each wonderful
probe. It was like he was filling my butt with his saliva with each push of
his tongue.
Then my friend eased me off his face, and with a firm grip on my hips,
encouraged me to slide down his torso, my still stiff dick trailing through
the hair on his chest, until my thighs were over his hips. My ass cheeks
were still spread wide by the pull of his fingers.
And then it was there.
I could feel the head of his cock touching my ass hole, then nestling
there. I sensed what was about to happen, and grabbed the man's biceps in
fear. Sensing my caution, the man gently rocked his hips upward gently and
repeatedly until I could feel the head of his cock work its way into my
ass.
"Relax," my friend whispered, keeping up the gentle rocking. "Just relax
until you're ready."
I bit my lip slightly, then found myself starting to rock in rhythm with my
friend's hips. With each move together, I could sense his beautiful cock
going a little deeper inside of me. Before I knew it, I was fully impaled
on his stiff rod. I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head. After
another moment, the pain subsided, replaced by a strange itch.
"Gawd, you've got a great ass, kid."
"Donny." I said.
"What?"
I started to slide up and down on that pole, feeling it work through my
intestines like a red-hot poker, trying to satisfy the growing itch within
me.
"My name's Donny." I repeated huskily.
"Well, Donny," said the man with words that sounded like they were being
pushed from him, and I was doing the pushing, "I am VERY glad to meet you!"
He reached his hand down and took my throbbing cock into his grasp, and
began pumping my meat in time with my bouncing thrusts on his wonderful
member. I rocked on my knees, looking down at my nameless friend, and
watched as he closed his eyes and grinned broadly while I increased my
speed. It felt as if my ass was about to split wide open, but I was along
for this ride to the end.
Then the man took a deep breath, and let out a groan that sounded like it
was coming from deep in the earth as his hips lifted to meet my bouncing
ass. My own guts began to turn themselves inside-out and let out a moan as
I could feel him bury himself into me while an incredible warmth quickly
filled my ass, and my own young dick spewed forth from his stroking,
splattering thin droplets of cum all over his furry tummy.
I fell forward onto his chest, our sweating bodies heaving for air. When I
finally caught my breath, he gently rolled me off of him.
"You better be getting back before you're missed," he said softly.
"I guess," I said, my pounded ass leaking my friend's juices. "You didn't
seem to want to do anything with me earlier. What changed your mind?"
"Oh," he grinned, "the fish weren't biting. Then I happened to see that all
I needed to do was use the right worm." He kissed my face. "I'm glad I
didn't let this one get away!"