Date: Sat, 3 Jul 2010 13:53:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Doug Allen <nellagoud@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seduced by a Boy

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- Doug


My name is John. I'm American and I live mostly in New York these days, but
have spent a lot of time in Paris. This story takes place there, two
summers ago, when I was 35 and my ex wife and I had just divorced. I didn't
really know what the next move would be and was hanging out for a while,
getting my bearings and sorting things out. My ex is Belgian and we've got
two kids; they were just outside of Brussels for the summer with her
parents. Paris was a short distance and I could check in with the kids
easily.  My ex-wife and I are friends now and we still love each other -
but that's another story.

Rene (sounds like "Re-nay") and his Mom, Femka, were distant relations of
my ex - Femka is her second cousin, I think - I always get that stuff
confused. She's my age. I knew them already for a few years and we had
spent time with them with our kids as well. Femka had Rene when she was
younger and promptly got divorced; she moved to Paris and raised him
there. He was raised as a French kid but always wanted to practice his
English with me and my kids. Femka was a good looking woman - a nice shape
to her body, a round ass, but slender around her tummy, small breasts, dark
brown eyes. There was some sexual tension between us for a while, and when
I got divorced, it was inevitable that I would go to bed with her. I had
been in Paris for a week, when one evening that happened - I spent the
night there.

Rene is tall with black hair and big green eyes, and he was 15 two years
ago when this happened. He must look a little like his father, who I've
never seen. He's incredibly handsome in kind of a rough way and I had
watched him grow over the five years we had known them. I always felt bad
for Rene a little because he was an only child living in the city there,
just with his Mom. Femka was an artist and was really wrapped up in what
she was doing the whole day, but she told me all the time that Rene really
looked up to me and that he needs a male figure around, etc. A couple of
times Rene and I had shot hoops together, and one time we played soccer,
the year before. He was useless with basketball but an eager learner; with
soccer, on the other hand, he basically kicked my ass - I was kind of
humiliated.

Whenever Femka told me he looked up to me, my heart always jumped because,
well, I had a crush on Rene and I fantasized about him. Just the proximity
of him in the same room was enough to make me excited, but I really tried
to keep it cool because he was young, and he was male. I didn't want to
freak out Femka - she was really open minded, but that was way too far out
for her to know about. Besides, I really liked her a lot as well. The three
of us clicked and it was a good match, right after my divorce - it felt
right for all of us, spending time together, although I pined for my own
two kids during the week.

The second time that Femka and I made love in their small apartment in
Paris, I got busted by Rene in their kitchen. It was probably 1:00 am or
so. I was naked and pouring some apple juice into a glass when I heard
footsteps behind me. "I thought you were asleep," I said in French,
thinking I was talking to Femka, who I had left in a slumber on the futon
in her bedroom.

"No," I heard the boy's voice and turned around startled in the dark. He
was also naked and I was completely caught off guard. It was normal for
Rene to walk around in his underwear in the house, and sometimes I saw him
naked briefly on the way to the bathroom. I knew he slept naked. But he had
never seen me naked or probably even with my shirt off. It was a very
strange turn of events, in the middle of the night.

"You're awake," I said in English, facing him, feeling bad already - he was
basically seeing that I had been with his mother. How would he react?
Anger? Confusion? Rene was 15, after all. I generally knew him to be a
quiet, curious kid, and I knew he liked me and looked up to me. I felt like
shit, and I felt self-conscious. But what could I do? I was a man, older
than him. I couldn't run away from him. I had to kind of go on like it was
normal. It was pretty dark in the kitchen, but the light in the bathroom
shown through. I could make out the contours of his body; I could see his
shining eyes and his mop of hair. I saw his sex - a mass of black hair, a
relatively thick penis, but not that long, hanging a bit but also
protruding. We were not even one meter from each other in the small
kitchen. It was different than mine - I've got a fairly long one but a
little less thick, and I'm not as hairy.

"You want some apple juice?" I asked him.

"Yes," he said, looking neutrally at me, standing there. He waited while I
poured him a glass.

"You're naked," he said.

"So are you!" I said with a joking tone.

He smirked a bit. " But I've never seen you. You've seen me - since I was a
boy." I handed him the apple juice and he took it, sipping it, looking at
me, looking down at my crotch, smirking. I felt kind of embarrassed and I
swear I reddened a little all over - I felt like he could see me blush even
in the dark. My penis filled a bit with blood just from what he was
saying. I knew I had to be cool but this was not going to be easy. Part of
me was worried about what he was feeling; part of me was aroused by his
close presence. I could smell him - he had played soccer that day with his
friends and he had not washed. He smelled like sweat and grease. He smelled
good to me. I felt a feeling in my stomach, a feeling of expectation. What
the hell was going on? I had fantasized about this boy since he was 13 but
never imagined doing anything with him - off-limits, period, like all boys
that age. Now, all of the sudden, was there some sexual feeling in the air
between us? Or was it all just in my head?

"You were with my mother," he said, looking away. There - he said it.

I said nothing for a while. Then, I looked up, and said, "I'm sorry, Rene."
I didn't know what else to say to him. I looked down again.

"Why are you sorry?" he said, looking at me.

"I just hope you don't get angry with me, and I'm sorry you come down and
see me here naked in your kitchen. You're the man in the house, after all."

He thought about that. "It's okay. My mother likes you. I know that she has
sex with men."

We stood there in the dark, drinking apple juice. "Well, yeah, people do
that, yes," I said stupidly.

"Now I see you naked, though. It's funny - I know you already since I was a
boy and now I see you."

"Well, yeah. Here I am," I said, smiling.

"Your penis - it's different."

"You mean circumcised - yeah, that's different than yours."

"Let me see," he said, and he pulled my arm a bit. I followed him dumbly
and we were in the small living room, closer to the bathroom light. He held
my arm and looked at my penis. "Which is better?"

"What do you mean?" I said quietly, swallowing. I was afraid that I would
start getting hard, it was starting to grow a little.

"Which is better - a penis like mine, or like yours?"

"I don't know - I don't have yours. But I wish I had my skin still like you
did. I hear it feels really cool. Probably yours is better."

"Really cool when?" he said, still looking at my penis.

"When you do stuff - you know, sex."

"Do you play with yours?" he asked. He stepped a little closer to me. I
could feel the warmth of his body, I could smell his old sweat and his
greasy hair.

"Sure, sometimes," I croaked. It was all over - my dick was extending; it
was starting to grow outward. He watched. I stepped back.

"You become stiff!" he said quietly, smiling, looking at me.

"Rene, sorry - I should just go back to bed."

"No!" he shot out and he grabbed my same arm and pulled me a little towards
him. "You stay here - then I won't be angry because you make sex with my
mere." He whispered it.

"Okay, okay." I recovered. The way to frame this was to just be calm, and
as real as possible. I figured he just wanted to be with a man - to talk
with a man, and to see him. He hadn't had a man around him his whole life -
it was always his mom, with her friends, and her art. Maybe he was
sexualizing it a bit because of that; maybe he had already feelings for
men. Maybe he was like me? - I wondered, excitedly - that is, a sexual
carnivore? No, I shouldn't project myself onto him.


All of that was going on my head at light speed the way thoughts do
sometimes. At least the thoughts had the effect of keeping me from getting
even harder. My dick was a little pumped up now, waiting as it were for the
next move. Meanwhile, I noticed that Rene's penis was protruding outward
more; the head was still under the foreskin. His penis was quite thick, it
seemed, and not that long - not what I expected from a European
kid. European guys always have longer thinner cocks in my experience. This
was a very intriguing penis and I found it hard not to look at it.

"You're looking at mine - my penis. What do you think - is it a good size?"

"Sure, sure. You've got a nice body. You want to look at each other's
bodies a bit - is that it?"

He nodded and smiled, then looked down. "I never get to see a man - just my
mom all the time and her sex and her breasts."

We walked more in the middle of the room. "Do you like it - your mom's
body?"

"Yes."

"Do you think about her sometimes?" I said more quietly.

"Yes."

"What do you think about?" I asked quietly. My cock started to stiffen a
bit and he looked at it and smirked.

"I lay with her once," he whispered.

"Yeah?"

"One year before now. I fell asleep on her bed with her and we were
naked. She let me touch her breasts."

There was a silence. I wasn't expecting this. I felt very aroused - the
boy, his mother. My penis was continuing to rise. I looked at his penis -
it was now quite stiff and sticking out. He had a lot of hair down there -
lots of black hair around his cock and balls - and I was filled with lust
for him as he told me about his mom.

"And you were hard, like now?"

"Yes. I wanted to do kiss her and she knew it. She took me in her arms like
I was a baby and she let me put my head between her breasts. I kissed her
there."

"It was nice, I think - no?"

"Yes, it was nice." He stepped back and looked at me. "We are both stiff
now, talking about my mother."

I said nothing, feeling more than a little funny. I waited, smiling.

"Can I look at you some?" he asked, stepping forward.

"Yeah, sure if you want. It's just - I'm aroused, Rene - I can't help
it. That's just what happens sometimes," I said stupidly.

"It's okay - moi aussi."

I looked down and his penis was sticking out in front of him. He stepped
forward and he put his hands around my arm. "Make a muscle," he
whispered. I squeezed and made a muscle. I'm in good shape and have some
strength in my upper body from push-ups and sit-ups several times a week
for years. I jog a few times a week as well to stay looking good. I've got
some hair on my chest but not too much. Standing next to Rene, I was just a
bit taller than him.

"Good," he said, like a doctor. My penis stiffened again and I looked at
him dumbly. He put his hand on my neck and then he put it on my cheeks and
my chin, like a blind person does, except for he was looking at me the
whole time, neutrally, as if it was normal what he was doing. I looked at
him back, filled with pleasure for the attention he gave me and desire for
him. He knew it and smiled. I smelled his fingers and they had a strange
smell - like chocolate and kind of musky and sweet.

"Your beard - scratches." I hadn't shaved for two days. He moved his hands
down to my chest and felt, with some hesitation, my chest. I couldn't help
it and jumped just a bit. Now I was completely hard. He looked down
again. "Your breast - strong."  I sighed with pleasure. He looked at
me. "You like when I touch you, John?"

"Yeah - I do." He said nothing and smiled.

"Now - my turn," I said. "Let me have a look at you. Come in the light a
bit more. I put my hands on his shoulders and inched him back just a bit
more into the ray of light that shone from the bathroom into the middle of
the room. He was hard, all the way. His thick penis stuck out, probably
about 5 inches, and then curved up just a bit. The foreskin still covered
most of its purple head, even when he was hard like this, and it glistened
a bit. I licked my licks involuntarily.

"Looking good, Rene," I said immediately to put him at ease, and also
because I meant it. God, he was fucking sexy right there in front of me. He
smiled.

"Tell me - what you like - what is good?"

"Well, you've got some nice muscles in your arms and chest," I said. It was
true. Rene played a lot of soccer and he swam, and his body was really
nice. He had just a little baby fat around his ass and his belly and it
made him all the more desirable - it made him softer, not all hard and
pointy. I breathed in and smelled his body and was filled with desire. I
kneeled down facing his side while he stood, looking down at me. I felt his
legs and squeezed them. "Your legs are well formed," I said stupidly. The
greatest thing I was noticing about Rene, that had already started a year
ago, was that he was full of black hair - it was on his legs, all over. And
there was already some on his chest, and, wonderfully, his ass had some
black hair on it, I had seen. I don't know why, but that has always been so
erotic for me, ever since I was a boy myself - younger guys with lots of
hair on their legs, sex, and chest. And then - not much on his face. Rene's
face was a boy's still, with bright red lips and flushed cheeks. And then
he had a man's hair in all of his more secret, sexual places - his ass, his
balls, around his nipples. What a beautiful sight, this boy.

"And you've got all that hair on your body," I said. "You've really grown
up quite a bit now. You're really a young man, Rene." I pat him on his ass.

He giggled a bit. "Put your hand there again," he said. Shit. I
hesitated. "Come on. I want that," he said, kind of whining. I slowly,
dumbly, put my hand back on his ass cheek. It was warm, a little clammy, it
felt great. I felt the soft, silky hair there.

"What should we do?" he asked. "We are both stiff." I didn't know what to
say.

Finally, I said: "Do you want to just take care of that right here, and
then we go to bed - just our secret? You can't tell your mom, or she'll get
upset with me. She'll call me a pervert, playing with a boy your age."

"No, no, I don't tell Maman," he said. "Show me," he whispered.

I stepped closer in front of him, and kept my left hand on his ass. With my
right hand, I reached for my penis and began to slowly stroke it. He looked
down and now our legs were touching; I felt his silky hair against my
body. He mimicked me, grabbing my ass with his left hand. As soon as his
hand touched me there, on my ass, I shuddered all over. "Ha!" he said. "You
like my hand on your bottom. I think you are a little bit homo, John."

"Could be," I whispered. "For you."

He stepped closer and now I felt his breath on my neck and I felt for the
first time his stiff penis poke against my leg. I took my hand away from my
penis and let it push against him, doing everything slowly, gently. He was
more forceful, and grabbed my ass now with his other hand, pulling me
towards him.

"That feels good on my sex - I poke you," he whispered. And so we stood
there against each other, the electric current passing between our sweaty
bodies, our penises touching. His black greasy hair was below my nose and I
nestled his head now, breathing in his smell. He turned his head so his
cheek was against my chest. Now he moved his ass back and forth against my
hands, poking his penis into my body. I felt a slimy warm feeling on my leg
and knew that he was leaking. His breathing was more jerky.

"I smell..." he said.

"What, what is it?" I stroked his hair.

"I smell Maman on your body," he whispered. He pressed his face against my
chest and breathed in. "You smell like her but you smell like a man too."

I felt so tender for him and so much desire as well. I cradled his head and
it felt like time was slowly down; it was kind of ecstasy.

"I do like with my mother's breasts - I kiss your bosom, I smell her." He
began to kiss my chest and I shuddered all over. He was smelling me, he was
smelling his mom's smell, and he began to lick my breast and nipple.

"Rene," I whispered, and grabbed his ass harder. He hesitated, maybe from
my reaction, and I released him, afraid that I was to aggressive. Then,
after a moment, he was back, licking my nipple and sucking on it like a
baby, but bucking with his legs against me, his hard, slimy penis rubbing
against my leg and my balls. I let him use my body and he poked against me
violently, holding my nipple in his mouth. It was incredible, to be used by
that strong, horny boy, and I felt so intimate with him as well, and in
some weird way I felt intimate with his mom all over again, through him -
or something like that.

He didn't say anything or moan, he just breathed in jerks like a nervous
animal, and I felt warm liquid on my leg, and then more, and then I felt
his penis slide around against my balls and my leg as he ejaculated his
semen onto my body, holding my ass.

"Oh, baby," I whispered like a fool, overcome with intense pleasure and
emotion. I reached down with my right hand, and I held his head against my
chest. "Keep kissing me there, baby. That feels so good." He licked my
nipple and I jerked my cock quickly, already feeling my orgasm approach
intensely. I held his ass tightly and my whole body went rigid, he sensed
it and waited with me, with his mouth around my nipple, and I sprayed my
semen onto his belly above his cock, and into his black pubic hair. I came
quite a lot and he looked down in wonder.

"Whoa - you make a lot," he said. After a moment he stepped back. We looked
at each other, our slimy cocks sticking out lewdly. I took my cock in my
hand and moved it against his; he giggled and jumped. Some more cum oozed
out of his shiny piss slit. "öMerde," he whispered. "Cool!"

I held him for a few moments and then he backed away. "Good night," he
said, smiling a little. Then he just left - he went to the bathroom and I
heard him cleaning himself. I was confused but felt strangely calm. I was
pretty sure that it was a good experience for him. He was a different kind
of kid - pretty advanced. As I fell asleep next to Femka, I realized that
Rene had seduced me, and was humbled by his power and his beauty.