Date: Sat, 10 Oct 2020 14:14:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: R Yde <pxpres2186@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Eager Boy's Journey to Join The World

Ryder Stylez
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Category - gay/adult-youth

An Eager Boy's Journey To Join The World

So this is my absolute first attempt at writing my story. I say my story
because it is my story, the story of me. There are a lot of people out
there that will say something bad about what happened but honestly, fuck
them. I don't care, because I loved every minute of it. I knew what I was
doing and I would never take it back for anything!

I grew and and still live in a suburb of NYC and as a child, I don't
remember a time when I wasn't horny. I was always playing with my dick. I
can even remember as far back as Kindergarten, when we were in the
classrooms with the bathrooms in the actual classrooms. I remember the
teacher wouldn't be paying attention, or wouldn't care and guys would go in
and press their dicks together. We really didn't know what we were doing
but I remember how exciting it was.

Fast forward a couple years and all of a sudden it's not cool to do stuff
with guys anymore. FUCK. WHY NOT? It's just skin, who the fuck cares?? But
from that point on, you were scared shitless to do anything or attempt
anything for fear of being labeled. And in the small town that I lived in,
you were with the same 50-60 kids from K-8th grade. So that would be a long
time to be negatively thought of. Then, once you get to high school, the
same group all migrates with you. We simply add the three other adjacent
towns with classes roughly the same size to form your High School Class but
it still feels just as small.

Anyway, the good stuff. I know why you're here.

So freshman year, the transition from 8th Grade to High School caused me to
believe there would be some sort of massive social change that occured
whereby I could be whoever I wanted (do whoever I wanted) and noone would
care. The lie detector test determined THAT was a lie... So there I was,
14, Freshman, horny as FUCK, scared shitless to do anything with anyone in
the school for fear of the label. Enter the wonderful and lovely internet.

Back then, craiglist wasnt around yet. But there were some sites on
there. I remember logging onto my brand new Dell desktop computer up in my
room, and searching for them. Lucky for me, my parents had no freaking clue
about the internet or anything computer so I was pretty much left
alone. Alas I found a decent site with some local personal posts. So a
month goes by and I just casually read them and see. MAN they had some
really nice cocks on there. So one day, I posted a pictureless post about
being 18 and brand new, never done anything, and I'd need someone who was
really cool. And a day or two goes by and I get an email from this guy,
TomsRod69. He says he's 6'2", 210lbs, 6.5c" cock, and 45 years old. In the
email there's like three of four pics of this really perfect looking
cock. He was a white guy, completely shaven, and his dick was just really
good looking. It wasn't too big, or too small, it was just right. Great now
I sound like Goldilocks.

Anyway, so I email back and forth with the guy over the next week. Again, I
said I was 18 and didn't have a car yet so I still rode my bike. I guess I
should describe myself at this point in case you're wondering. I'm a white
boy, 5'7" like 120lbs, mostly hairless, and honestly I liked being
completely hairless so I would shave the little bit that came in. I had
brown hair with the little flip in the front and I was average. I wasn't
too too thin but I wasn't built, just boyishly average. My dick at this
point was like 5c" and my butt had always gotten compliments. It was and
still is pretty round and perky all things considered.

Right, so the day is now Thursday night, and I got an email from him at
some point that day asking if I'd be interested in meeting up
possibly. HOLY SHIT, I mean I know thats why I posted but all of a sudden,
the words staring at me on the screen I realized this was real. There was a
real guy out there somewhere who wanted to pick me up and have his way with
me. That cock, that I had seen in the pictures, could honestly be in my
mouth in less than 24 hours if I wanted it. I must have stared at that
screen for an hour before responding, the whole time having a window of
porn up to pump me up and give me the horny-induced-motivation to email
this guy back. So I did. I typed out a response, and with each keystroke, I
could feel my stomach climb further and further up into my throat. My hands
and arm were literally shaking. But I typed it out:

"Hey Tom. Yea that could work. It would have to be someplace close though
cause remember I don't drive so I'll have to ride my bike. But as long as
you're cool and won't get mad if I don't know what I'm doing, I'd like to
meetup." -SEND-

Almost INSTANTLY I get a response, "Hey P, yea that's not problem at
all. We can take everything slow, and honestly if we meet up and you don't
really wanna do anything, that's fine too. We can always just hang out and
meet and then become friends or whatever."

So I replied with a little more confidence now, "Ok perfect. Can you meet
up tomorrow night? like 8pm? There's a park near my house and its kinda
hidden from the main road and always open so we could meet there." And I
gave him the name of the park.

"P, yea man that sounds great. 8pm, I'll be there. Oh and just so I know
its you, I'll park my car and get out and if you're interested, just come
up to me and say, 'Nice Car.' This way I know its you."

"Tom, Ok cool! See ya then!"

Well the next day in school was a little rough. Normal days dragged on but
this, how was the time every going to pass?? Surprisingly, I was ok with
it. I wasn't nervous and I was just really really excited. So excited, that
I definitely had to go to the bathroom a few times and sit in the stall and
jerk off thinking about it. But FINALLY, that end bell rang. I peddled home
so fast I barely touched the ground. At home, the parents were going out
that night to a local bar. (Turns out I'm pretty sure they're swingers but
I didn't know this then as they would go out to bars in the City and
wouldn't come home till the next morning.)

So back at home, I checked my email and there's a new one sitting
there. "Hey just wanted to make sure we're still on for our hang out." I
replied, "yea i'll be there!" And I then proceeded to watch porn until it
was time for my parents to leave. They left and finally I had the house to
myself. Another thing I used to do when I was home alone was get completely
naked and look out the windows for people walking by. So I did this a few
times just because I didn't know what else to do with my horny energy.

7:45 came and I finally got dressed. I decided to wear a tight pair of
athletic shorts (not the mesh kind) without any underwear underneath and a
random t-shirt I had. I felt like the more plain the clothing, the more
anyone who saw me would forget about me and not take notice. So I then rode
over to the park. Thankfully, the sun was down and it was dark out so the
park was empty. I live in a really nice area so we don't have to worry
about the parks getting abused after hours. This allows the DPW or the
police or whoever's in charge of the parks to basically forget about ever
closing them.

I find a bench closest the entrance and I sit and wait. Almost like clock
work, a car pulls in. Its a dark red Ford mustang and he pulls down the
dirt drive which has to pass right past me. I'm literally sitting feet from
this roadway so he's gotta see. My heart is racing as the wheels roll
closer and closer to me, the headlights hitting me but not yet in my
face. It felt like forever for this car to pull all the way up and it
stopped directly behind the bench I'm sitting and just pauses there. WTF? I
thought he was gonna park? Is this the guy or is this something else? I'm
slowly freaking out in my head so I close my eyes and turn back around and
just sit on the bench and wait for something to happen. After what seemed
like an eternity, I hear the car start to roll again, only this time away
from me, passing me, and going further down the dirt drive/parking lot. I
open my eyes, turn my head, and see him driving away but further into the
park. He's now like 500 ft away from me and he pulls into a spot and
parks. I see the headlights shut off, and a man steps out of the driver's
side and comes to rest against the hood.

WTF. What do I do? Does he still want me? He clearly saw me? Why didn't he
just park right next to me? I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!! All these thoughts
swimming around in my head, all the while my rock hard boy cock is standing
at attention like its go time. And I remember thinking at that moment,
"fuck this. If he didn't want me, he would have left." So I leave my bike
at the bench, I quietly get up and walk over to the car. I walk right up to
him and I say, "You have a nice car." And he looks at me, looks around,
looks back at me and says, "you serious kid? Or do you just think this is a
nice car?" So I responded, "no I'm serious, it's me."

At this point, I could see his expression change. A look of fear came over
his face as he realized I am not the 18 year old that he thought he was
meeting, but instead standing before him is a very young 14 year old
boy. Immediately, he gets back in his car and starts to drive. I'm thinking
to myself well great, that's it. Good fucking job. But as I watch, I see
him drive and circle around the entire park. Now I see him driving back
towards me. He parks in the same spot as he was and says, "aight kid whats
the deal? You're definitely not 18. Are you trying to get me in trouble or
something?" To which I reply, "no! yes I said I was 18 but that's cause I
had to online. It is just me, no one else, and I really wanna do this." He
responded with, "alright fine. As long as you are 100% sure you want to do
this then you can get in."

Well that's all I had to hear, I ran around the other side of the car and
got right in. He stopped back at the bench so I could chain my bike up and
then I got back in and we were off! As soon as we hit the road, he moved
his mesh shorts to one side so I could see his dick. In person it was
everything I thought it would be and more. FUCK I still think about it. It
was soft, and looked squishy and tasty. I asked him if I could touch it and
he said sure, so I did. I started to roll it around his thigh at
first. Then I grasped it with a grip and started to move it around, back
and forth, like I'd seen them do in the pornos.

All of a sudden, we were pulling into a driveway. Wow I had completely
forgetten my surroundings as I played with his cock. But here we were. He
pulled up his driveway, opened the garage door and parked inside. He made
me stay in the car until the garage door was closed. Once the garage door
touched the ground it was like go time. In one full motion he pulled off
his mesh shorts and sat there with nothing on. I remember thinking WOW he
looks so good. He reached over and undid my seatbelt, then his. He let me
play with it a little bit more until he said, "Come on let's go inside."

So we went inside but as I was coming around the front of his car, he
stopped me, pulled my shorts down and kissed the tip of my dick. I almost
fell down right there. He said he wanted to see my little butt wiggle as I
walked. So I made sure to walk with it extra wiggly. Immediately inside he
spun me around and guided me down to his cock. I knelt before him and for
the first time (at least that I can remember) I came face to face with a
man's rock hard cock. It was like instinct. I immediately sucked it into my
mouth and started slurping. I bobbed my head to replicate the motion of sex
up and down while my tongue went crazy. As I did this, he gave me some
pointers and taught me different techniques.

After a few minutes he grabbed my face in a subtle way of telling me to
stop and stood me back up. He took off my shirt and directed me to take of
my shoes and socks. I did as I was told. He then completely undressed and
there we stood facing each other, a 14 year old boy and a 45 year old
man. He guided me over to his pull out couch which was already pulled out
and had a sheet on it. And he laid back and I returned to my place between
he legs. Both hands and my mouth were working overtime and with his helpful
coaching, I was starting to get the hang of it. Suddenly, I could tell
because he stopped paying attention to me and it looked like he was
starting to daydream or something. His head went back and his arms
outstretched and so I went even harder, harder and harder sucking and
licking every inch of his cock, the whole time feeling like my own cock was
going to absolutely burst from the pressure. Finally I felt a faint
twitching and his hand grabbed the back of my head and pushed down. I
thought I was deep throating as it was but at that moment I learned what
deep-throating is. His cock went so far down my throat I think my eyelids
touched his stomach.

All of a sudden I felt a warm liquid shooting down my thoat and it
immediately reminded me of football, where you keep your mouth open while
you swallow the water as a teammate shoots it into your open mouth. Little
did I know just how similar these two encounters were. Each and every rope
of hot cum shot down my little boy throat and I couldn't have been
happier. That was all the confimation I needed that I was good at
this. Here was a 45 year old man who could have had anyone sexually, and
yet I was able to make him cum. I was fucking HOOKED.

So he finally let me breath. I thought I was gonna die there on that cock
for a second. But as he did I kept a tight seal and for no other reason
than not making a mess, I sucked every bit of cum and saliva from his cock
and balls, even waiting for those faint aftershocks. When I could finally
feel him getting soft, I let go and smiled up at him. "Wow dude, you're
really good at this. And it seems like you really like it too, huh?" I
replied, "That was the best thing ever."

So there we were, him laying on his back, me curled in between his legs,
both completely naked. I now had a soft freshly-milked dick in my face
while mine sat still painfully engorged. He looked at me and said, "I guess
we gotta do something about that" pointing to my boy cock. So I moved to be
more next to him on the bed, to which he placed his hand on my cock. He
then got up and slid down and took all of it into his mouth. HOLY FUCK it
was like a giant turbulent hottub just for my cock. It took me about ten
seconds before I started to feel the orgasm coming on and I started to
squirm as it approached. But he had other plans. He pulled his mouth off my
cock and lifted me over his head, clear off the bed and rotated me, so that
now my cock was hovering over his face and my face was hovering over his
soft cock. This was what I learned to be "69." From that day, it was my
favorite number.

Again he took my cock into his mouth and just out of sheer necessity to do
something sexual, I again began to suck on his semi-hard cock. The better
my cock felt, the more intense I'd suck on his and a viscious cycle
ensued. Not for long though because just a few moments later I had the
absolute most intense orgasm of my entire life. My vision blurred and faded
as the strangest thought patterns shot to the front of my conscoiusness,
all while my hips bucked downward into his waiting mouth. Thrust after
thrust I plunged my dick into his mouth. Being a youngin, only my first few
thrusts produced anything and after that it was all blanks but it was not
for a lack of my bodily attempting. My entire lower half siezed back and
forth like it was trying to expel a demon through the tip of my dick.

Finally, my dick's pressure started to subside and FUCK did his mouth start
to hurt my dick. That after-orgasm sensitivity set in and I had to eject my
cock from that hot tub.

And at that moment I got very weirded out. I felt bad for what I had just
done. I felt guilty for who I was and the actions that I had taken but my
downward train of thought was broken by the man I just sucked off. He
explained exactly what I was feeling and what I was going through and the
empathy brought a sense of calm. Understanding that it was just my body
expelling different chemicals in my brain which was leading me to feel the
way I felt allowed me to overcome it somewhat. Of course it helped that
this amazing cock was sitting right there.

The guilt quickly left as I saw him move his cock without using his
hands. It appeared to have a mind of its own and I wondered how it fits
inside butts. This thought process caused me to get hard all over again and
I subconscoiusly started rubbing my dick up and down against his leg. After
a few moments, he pushed me off of him and stood up and told me to follow
him. Well I did as I was told and I followed him into the bathroom. In his
bathroom, I noticed the usual tub/shower and a toilet next to it but there
was a long hose that I had never seen before attached in his shower. I
didn't have to wait long because it was exactly what he wanted to show me.

In his shower, was a permanent enema attachment. A quick explanation of how
it worked and he left me to the task. First, warming up the water, then
selecting the diverter to the handhelp attachement that looked very much
like a dick itself. Press the head of the dick-like device to my litte
butthole and press the lever. Suddenly, a stream of warm water entered my
ass and and began to fill me up from the inside. Wow what an incredibly
nice feeling. The attachment was pulled away, use of the toilet, a nice
long push and a flush. Rinse and repeat until the push yielded a clean
toilet.

WOW. I had never felt so clean in my life. Both inside and out!

"I'm done." I yelled to Mr. Tom. "Aight, then get that cute jiggly butt out
here." He yelled back. Well you don't have to ask me twice. So out I came
and there on the bed was a set of weird looking toys. They were buttplugs
of every size, from tiny skinny narrow things to things resembling warped
bowling balls. Tom motioned for me to get on the bed with my legs up. So I
did. And he started to rub my little boyhole, applying lube as he
did. Then, in went his first finger. Whoa is that a feeling. It wasn't too
bad, especially since he used a lot of lube. Then came the first toy. He
pressed it up against my boyhole and pushed, gently increasing the pressure
while watching my face for signs of pain. He'd back off as I'd wince and
push further once my wince faded until POP, the toy was in. There a giant
relief once the toy was in as my little boyhole's mouth snapped back down
to almost its regular size, yet definitley an improvement over its stretch
while swallowing the widest girth of the toy.

Now that the toy was in, I was treated to a massage. He told me to relax,
lay back, and just enjoy. So I did as I was told. He was really good with
his hands, focusing on my entire lower area. He told me to turn over, and
began to massage my thighs and cheeks. He then began to remove the first
toy slowly inching it out until it was removed completely. I didn't have to
wait long before a new toy, one with a little more girth was pressed up
against my now barely-gaping boyhole. Another slow push and it was in,
slowly spreading my boyhole's mouth. Another massage to help me relax and I
was really enjoying this. Then, once more the toy removed and another in
its place, this time it was deep and wide. I felt full, and complete in a
weird way. One more massage and Tom said it was time. Oh I think I knew
what was coming next!

He then made me get on all fours, removing the last toy from my little 14
year old bubblebutt, causing each cheek to jiggle slightly as this position
I was in was already pulling the cheeks apart, allowing anyone in a
position to view me quit a show. I feel like, had I stayed straight ahead
and opened my mouth, one would be able to see straight through me, gaping
butthole to my mouth. He reached around and grabbed my dick with one hand
while placing the other on the small of my back. He gently pushed me
forward so I was now lying on my stomach with my rock hard cock running
parellel with my body, a much more comfortable position when lying on one's
stomach.

Then he got up on the bed and I could feel his knees straddle mine. My head
tilted to the right so my periphery let me see a little of what was going
on. Then I felt something soft, yet firm and nice push against my waiting
hole. Gentle pressure was increasing until finally my abused hole basically
said fuck it, and this soft, firm thing slid its way inside
me. Involuntarily, my eyes rolled into the back of my head as the reality
came and hit me. I had someone else, this 45 year old man, inside me. He
was inside me and on top of me and there was nothing I could do and no
where I could go. My only option was to lie there and accept this mans
cock. My whole body, both inside and out, were now his to use for whatever
he wanted to use me for. And I could not have been happier.

Once again, my vision blurred and faded, or maybe I just stopped paying
attention to the messages my eyes were sending to me, because I was in
absolute heaven. Slowly he began to pull out until it felt like he left,
and then push back in. Slowly pull out so I could feel each and every ridge
of his cock rubbing against my ring muscle, and then back in, ridge by
ridge. Very shortly into this slow steady motion, I noticed that while the
whole entire cycle felt amazing, there was one moment in the cycle that my
cock would involuntarily twitch. It was about halfway in or out. Each time
the tip of his cock hit that spot, my dick would jump and I would feel a
jolt from the tip of my spine to the top of my head.

Faster and faster he'd push all the way into me, and pull all the way
out. Push and pull, in and out. I became aware of everything that was
happening to me and nothing of what was outside of my immediate touch. I
watched as his forearms came and straddled my torso in a plank-like
position as his hips pushed in and out, in and out. Faster and faster he'd
thrust, each time contacting that one special spot causing me to jump and
my cock to twitch. It was as if there was someone invisibly sucking my
boycock positioned underneath me each time contact was made. Faster and
faster he thrusted until all of a sudden, he laid on top of me, locked both
his arms into mine and rolled. This caused me to bear the brunt of all his
weight, rolling, and being rolled so that now my rock hard cock was sprung
into the air, my boybutt still impaled by his cock and my back pressed down
against his chest. He was now lying on the bed on his back, I was lying on
my back on top of him. My legs were like a ragdoll as he continued
thrusting inside me, but now my cock was free to twitch each time he hit
that spot. With his motion, my cock would swing up and down smacking my
lower stomach each time he thrust into me and down between my legs each
time he retracted.

I thought of what it might look like had I been watching myself getting
fucked by this guy and the thought of that, plus the reality of what was
happening, plus the repetative hits to this amazing spot were too much for
me. Before I knew it, I felt a tighting in my lower stomach and immediately
thereafter, hot liquid shot out of my cock as he continued to fuck me. It
was like a sprinkler, spraying cum everywhere because of how wild he was
causing my entire body to move. We both caught a few drops in the face and
in our mouths and apparently this was too much for him as he immediately
grabbed my hips and pulled down while thrusting his hips up and into me for
one final thrust, and holding himself as deep as he could inside me. I felt
pump after pump as he used me as his personal cum receptacle, pumping his
hot load inside me. I could feel the warmth and the liquid creep into every
crevice of my bowels as he painted my insides. Here was the grand finale,
pump then he'd hold, pump then he'd hold and I was just limp and
cooperative.

He collapsed back onto the bed, and I laid there, still impaled by him and
still laying on top of him, and this time I wasn't so guilty. This time,
there was a sense of clarity that overtook me in that moment. This is
exactly what I want to do, over and over again. And so we lay there,
panting until his soft cock eventually fell out of my hole, but I clenched
down and didn't want a dropped spilt. That was my load, I earned it, and
I'd be damned if I didn't show him how much I loved it. I rolled off him
and onto the bed on my stomach. The then crawled over to the egde and let
my head and upper half hang off the side so that my ass was up and my head
and chest were down. I thought this would certainly cause his deposit to be
safe inside me. Looking back, WOW what a slut I was.

After that, we got dressed and I thanked him. We got into his car and he
drove me back to the park. I think he was a lot more weirded out that this
entire thing just happened that I was because he was very awkward when he
dropped me off. "Hey...ugh...so like...if you wanna do this again
sometimes...ugh...I guess you could email me..." So I said, "Oh yea
definitely!' And he drove off.

I stared at the car's taillights as he left the park that night still
trying to understand how the series of events that occurred actually came
to be. But I will be honest when I told you I rode my bike with a little
more confidence that night. Even though it wasn't the first time sex
experience I always thought I was going to have (mostly because I had
anticipated it with a girl and someone more my own age...) I still got the
feeling of "I did it!" I actually did it.

After that, Tom and I did become good friends. Turns out, he didn't really
live that far away. It was definitely within biking distance. I may or may
not have leared a lot from him over the course of the next two years. I
guess you'll just have to wait and see if I ever get around to putting them
down on the computer.

And let me just finish with this. I understand how this was a "bad thing."
I think overall the age of consent is very important and has its
purpose. But I also think that my experience was exactly what needed to
happen. I never felt coerced, or out of control, and even looking back on
all the details through the view of my adulthood, I still think I was in
complete control. Had I wanted anything to stop, he would have. I got very
lucky with who answered my post that night and I think about that almost
everytime I'm inside someone else, or someone else is inside me. I owe a
lot to Tom.