Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 19:29:14 -0500
From: dirtyboy1124@hotmail.com
Subject: I Was Almost 14

I was almost 14.  I already knew that sexually I was more
curious about guys than about girls.  I was most curious
about men.  I didn't have much interest in other boys my own
age.  I can remember looking at older boys in their late
teens, guys in their twenties and thirties and probably even
men in their forties (if I thought they were good looking).
Anyway, these were the men in my fantasies.  Can you
remember those young teen years when you were always horny
and you just wished that some sexual situation would find
you?  That's how I was, too, and then one found me.

It had been raining earlier that Saturday morning and the
sky was still a dark grey.  Happy that at least the rain had
stopped, I jumped on my bike and rode to the park.  We had a
small neighborhood park about a half-mile away from my
house.  It only had a few swings, one tennis court, one
handball court and a half-court for basket ball.  Some days,
especially during the summer months, many of the
neighborhood kids would hang out there.  Handball was a
popular game in the 80's - at least it was in the northeast.
I wasn't very good at it and didn't really go to the park to
play.  I liked watching the older boys play.  I especially
liked watching the older boys play when they would take
their shirts off.  Unfortunately, no one was at the park
that day.

Completely bored, I rode my bike around the courts, in and
out of the park entrance, and up and down the block the park
was on.  I was hoping some kids would eventually show up.
After 30 or 40 minutes, I figured it was hopeless and
started to ride back toward home.  Before getting to the end
of the block, I heard a car coming from behind and could
tell it was slowing down.

I was riding on the wrong side of the street (against
traffic).  When I looked over my right shoulder, I saw the
big blue car.  Thinking back, I'd guess that it was a 70's
Monte Carlo type car - one of the larger, early-70's, 2 door
boats.  The guy driving the car was wearing sunglasses, had
dark hair and a mustache.  If my memory serves, I'd say he
was around 35, give or take a couple of years.  He slowed
down enough to match my pace and as we both got to the
corner stop sign he started to talk.  I distinctly remember
him being attractive. He looked very masculine and had (what
today I'd call) a football player's build; ya know, pretty
big and broad and muscular but, definitely not a body
builder.  He wasn't speaking very loudly and I had trouble
hearing him.  After my second "what", he motioned for me to
come closer to him.  I pulled up closer bringing my bike
along side the car door and that's when it all started.

The man had his sweat pants pulled down to about mid-thigh.
He was completely exposed to me.  I couldn't help but stare
at the nudity in front of me.  I was amazed at the size of
his dick.  It was so much bigger than mine; and all that
hair. I hardly had any hair and this guy had quite a bit.

He started to touch himself while he asked me if I had ever
seen a man's cock.  Forcing my eyes away from his crotch, I
tried to look through his sunglasses and said, "No".   He
smiled at me.

My heart was racing.  I couldn't believe I was seeing a
man's cock right there in front of me.  It was almost like a
dream.

He moved his hand away from his dick and asked, "Do you want
to touch it".

Without a thought in my head, I said, "Yes", and reached
down into his lap.

I dragged two fingers along the top of his dick from the
head to half-way down his hardening shaft.  My hand was
shaking.  My whole body was shaking and a wave of heat came
over me.  I can still remember the intensity of the entire
situation.

He took off his sunglasses and asked me where I was headed.
I told him I was going home.  He said he only lived a couple
of blocks away and that I could follow him back to his house
and he'd `let me play with it some more'.  I was so nervous
but I managed to squeak out an `ok'.

I followed him on my bike for four blocks and then down a
long gravel driveway to his house.  When he got out of his
car, his pants were pulled up and I could see the bulge in
his crotch.  It was such a turn-on.  I've always been a
crotch-watcher.  I loved (and still do) seeing an ample
bulge when a guy is wearing a pair of sweats.  Until this
point, the only bulges I had seen were a few phys-ed
teachers, my little league coach, and my jock-brother and
his friends.

The man asked me my name and I told him.  His name was Rich.
He asked if I wanted a drink and I said sure.  He lifted the
garage door and then went into the house leaving me on the
driveway.  My head finally cleared enough for me to realize
that I had a hard-on.  It was so hard to believe that all
this was really happening to me.

Rich came back out into the garage with two cans of cola.
He offered one can to me without coming out of the garage.
I pushed myself into the garage, still on my bike to get the
soda.  Rich joked and said that I could get off my bike and
that he wasn't going to steal it.  He asked if I liked
touching his dick and I did my best to act nonchalant about
it when I responded that it was `ok'.  Then Rich asked if I
wanted to touch it again.

I said, "sure".

The long driveway turned before it reached the garage so
there wasn't a clear view to the street.  Being in the
garage was just about as private as being in the house would
have been.

Rich was leaning up against a work bench and motioned for me
to come closer to him.  As I walked toward him, he lowered
his sweat pants.  There it was again.  That big, meaty cock
I had seen and touched just a few minutes earlier.  When I
got close to Rich, he put his arm around my shoulder and
guided me a little more toward his side than in front of
him. He reassured me that it was ok to touch him.  I reached
out a shaky hand and wrapped my fingers around his dick.

Rich asked me if I ever touched myself and although I had
been playing with myself for a few years, I said no.  He
told me it was ok to touch myself and that I didn't have to
be ashamed of it but I still denied having done it.

Rich wrapped his hand around mine and started moving it up
and down on his dick.  At almost 14, I knew this was jerking
off.  His dick got harder and harder and he told me I was
doing a very good job.  Then he asked me if I wanted him to
touch my dick.  I said no and he said that was ok.

After a few more minutes, Rich asked me if I would kiss his
dick.  I said no again.  He told me it was ok
but that he thought I might really like the way
it feels against my lips.  I still shook my
head from side to side.

Again Rich asked if I liked playing with his
dick.  I said yes - finally an honest answer
from me.  Rich said that he could tell that I
liked it and that I was very good at it. I
liked that Rich thought I was good at it.  I
remember thinking how great it felt to feel his
dick in my hand and how good the hardness felt
too.

Rich asked me again if I would just give it a
little kiss. He was asking very nicely and must
have said it 4 or 5 times.  Finally, I said I
would.  I leaned over and kissed the top of the
head very quickly.  Rich said it was nice and
that I was a good kisser.  I couldn't believe
how great this was.  Rich made me feel like I
was great at touching him and now he said what
a great kisser I was.

He asked me if I ever kissed a girl on the lips
and I lied and said that I had.  Then he asked
if I ever opened my mouth when I kissed a girl.
I said no, mostly because I didn't know that
was something you were supposed to even do.
Rich said that when you open your mouth and
move your tongue against the other person's
mouth, that was a French kiss.  I had heard the
term before but never knew what it meant.

Rich asked if I would give his dick a French
kiss.  He said, "I'll bet you're really good at
it", and that was enough convincing for me.  I
leaned over again to kiss the head of his cock
and when I opened my mouth, Rich moved his cock
so that the whole head went into my mouth.  It
felt weird to me so, I pulled away.  Rich said
it felt really good and that I should try it
again but for a few more seconds this time.  I
tried again and I did do it for a while longer.
Rich kept saying "yea, yea, that's nice" and I
just kept doing it.

We stopped for a minute and Rich moved to sit
down on the steps that went into the house.  He
pushed his pants all the way down to his
ankles.  He told me to kneel down on the mat in
front of him and French kiss his dick again.  I
did what he said but right before I put my
mouth on him, Rich said that I should lick it
first to make it wet so that it would feel
better in my mouth.  I did what Rich told me
to.  I remember thinking "wow, licking it was
better than French kissing it".  Then Rich told
me to open my mouth really big and that he was
going to put it in my mouth.  He told me that
when he put it in, he wanted me to lick it and
suck on it like it was a blow-pop.  Rich told
me to keep moving my tongue around and to keep
my lips closed.  I did what he said and in just
a few seconds Rich was moaning again saying
"yea, yea, just like that James, just like
that.  You're doing a great job.  Don't stop."

This was amazing.  It felt good to suck on it
and I loved what Rich was saying to me.  He
seemed like such a cool guy and he really liked
me.  I was so happy that he let me touch his
dick that there was no way I was about to stop.
I just kept doing whatever he said to do.

After just a few minutes of that, Rich told me
to back up and then he started jerking himself
off with one hand.  (I had always used both my
hands when I played w/ myself).  I just watched
and then suddenly Rich started to come.  He was
sweating and breathing heavy while he smiled at
me.  I knew what come was but I had never seen
so much of it. It shot out all over the garage
floor.  Rich just kept jerking off and his dick
was shiny from all the wetness.

Before I left, Rich told me that I couldn't
tell anybody what had happened.  He told me
that if I kept the secret, I could come back
and play with him again.  He told me that I
could come over when ever I wanted to and that
all I had to do was knock on the door in the
garage.  He also told me that if I saw any car
other than his in the driveway that I should
leave right away.

I did visit Rich again.  If you'd like to hear
what happened, email me and I'll post the story
about our second visit.
Dirtyboy1124@hotmail.com