Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2008 00:48:50 -0700 (PDT) From: sniffmecioc@yahoo.com Subject: 14 and Horny Part 1 This story is by Sniffme Cioc Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. When I was 14 I worked on Saturdays for my uncle in his real estate office. It was a large busy office, but on Saturdays there were typically only 6 or 7 of us. I was a decent looking, tall skinny kid, who, despite my strict religious upbringing, was obsessed with masturbation. As a child I had played "show me yours and I'll show you mine" with lots of girls and on campouts I had compared penises with the neighborhood boys, but I had never had a single real sexual experience with another person. I fantasized about sex all the time. I thought about hard nipples on bouncy breasts, wet vaginas and penises, both soft and hard, and butts. Always soft, warm beautiful butts. One Saturday I was doing my usual routine of setting up computers when Mr. Adams slowly walked in. His wife had died two months before and he had been understandably depressed ever since. He was a nice looking man, around 45 with a kind face with troubled looking distant eyes. I don't know what it was about him that I found so attractive, but for weeks he had been in my mind. I don't think of myself as gay but more than once he had been at the center of my imagination as I masturbated. I imagined kissing his slightly feminine face. I pictured him naked, fondling his soft and rounded body. His noticeable manboobs had me dreaming of kneading and sucking them and that soft round ass is where I always ended up, sliding my cock up and down that crack and slowly penetrating that lovely ass as I kissed his mouth. So yes, I was completely inexperienced at sex and seduction, but Inexperience had never stopped me before so I continued to try to get through to him. I tried doing him favors but he always declined. I tried making conversation but he always had a one word answer for any question. I felt like everything reasonable had failed so I decided to try a bold move and today was the day. I would put my plan into action at noon when everyone else was out for lunch. At noon he was at his desk working quietly and I walked up behind him and said, "you look pretty stressed." He didn't look up but rubbed his neck and said, "this backlog of work is killing me." Bingo! The opening I was looking for. I said "let me help you with that" as I started rubbing his big soft shoulders and neck. He stiffened for a moment and looked around at me. I thought I was dead, but with more confidence than I was feeling I looked into his eyes and said, "just relax. No one is here." His face softened and he looked down at his work and I could feel him going with it. It was incredible. I couldn't believe I was finally touching this man. My penis was immediately hard as a rock. I tried to make it as sensual as possible, rubbing his scalp and neck and shoulders. After a few minutes he leaned back in his chair saying, "god this feels good." As he leaned back I took the next step and started rubbing his chest along with his shoulders. As I passed over his chest I could feel his sexy man boobs. As I passed over his nipples I would squeeze them with my thumbs and forefingers. Again he looked up and said: "don't get carried away there." I rolled his nipples a bit and asked if he wanted me to stop. He sighed but said nothing. Standing behind him, I continued sliding my hands across his chest and farther down across his stomach. As I leaned over him I could smell his sexy body and hear him breathing heavily. As I reached farther down my hands were on the outsides of his thighs, squeezing and rubbing. I rubbed back up then down again, this time slowly turning my hands to grip the inside of his thighs. This was the moment of truth and to my relief he parted his legs slowly and I responded by rubbing my hands towards his crotch. My hands surrounded the growing lump in his crotch and he moaned quietly. As I traced the outline of his cock he reached up and slid his hands up and down my arms saying, "Stop. You have to stop" but it was a half hearted attempt. I responded by unzipping his pants and reaching inside his boxers to feel his warm member. He gripped my arms saying, "what the fuck are you doing!?" but at the same time his hips rose to meet my hand. It felt absolutely amazing in my hand. Fat, uncut, soft and getting harder. Just sliding the foreskin up and down was so sexy. He held onto my arm, pretending to try stop me, but his moans betrayed his true feelings. As I slowly jacked him he spread his legs farther which allowed me to feel his entire package. Mmm. The skin on his balls was so soft and warm and moist. I lifted his heavy balls and caressed them then continued jacking him slowly inside his pants. I could feel the tension building. His leg muscles were flexing and I could feel pulses in his penis as he would have little pre orgasm spasms. I knew he was close so I picked up the pace and suddenly he started bouncing in his chair, shooting spurt after spurt of hot sperm right into my hand. Just as he came I heard a car door slam and new the party was over. I yanked my hand out of his pants and ran to the restroom as the others streamed noisily in from lunch. I sat in the stall looking at the puddle of still warm cum on my hand.. I smelled it. So sexy. I was overwhelmed by the fact that I was staring at a handful of a man's cum. I touched it to my tongue and liked the taste. I debated what to do with it then I slipped my pants down and rubbed his cum around my asshole. It was so slippery that my fingers easily went inside. As I jacked off I sucked the rest of his cum off my fingers and swirled it around to get the taste and really loved it. I wanted more. Just to remind me of him I smeared the last of it on my lips as I spurted my own cum onto the floor of the stall. I quickly put myself together and went back to my desk. My friend across the room continued to stare, depressed with his head in his hands. After a few minutes he stood and said he was going home. On his way out he stood by my desk for a long moment like he was going to say something, but instead he just dropped a note and walked out. I picked it up with hands shaking hands and read the words: "1232 Maple Ter. 5:00. Come around back." Oh my god. My dream was actually coming true. Comments welcome. Write to me at sniffmecioc@yahoo.com