Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2005 07:29:22 -0800 From: Jake C. Subject: Formative Years: Chapter 5 Adult Youth Formative Years: Chapter 5 Wes and Century City Shopping Center ***** As with all work in this series most is true. As with most stories on nifty endowments and prowess may be embellished. As events, especially at the start of the series happened over ten years ago and to a child and being told by a young adult so forgive any holes in stories or patches that might seem odd or implausible. Additionally, I have had a very active sex life and men and situations tend to run together. Also, I am finding my erotic writing style so please be patient. I did have an interesting childhood that I do not regret. I was raised and live in Southern California in very similar situations but NONE are the exact same locations, schools, etc. in my stories. The story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adult males and a consenting underage boy. No one forced anything onto me. I became quite the cock hound at an early age. If you do not like this type of material, do not read it. If it is illegal where you live do not read it. If you are under 18 years old do not read it. I do not condone what happened to me â^À" it just happened. It is not my intention by my stories that adults participate in acts of sex with minors. I do not care to copyright this story. I never plan to claim it anyway. hotstorylvr@gmail.com I hope you enjoy this story. ***** One of the many quality's I've inherited from my parents is aggressiveness. If I want something I get it. I always have and always will. My parents have worked hard for everything they have and they've taught me the same value. Another trait I possess is I'm a natural born flirt. Some might believe a man must be effeminate or polished to properly flirt. Not true, I've never been effeminate and doubt anyone would say as a 9-year-old I was polished. My mother says I've had everyone eating out of my hands since birth and I have no doubt she's right. Another trait I possess, thought not the easiest to admit, is I can easily lie. I can also easily manipulate. Some might think lying and manipulation don't go hand-in-hand with working hard and deserving everything you get. In some instances I agree. But, in the high art of approaching, seducing, and having sex with menâ^À"aggressiveness, flirting, lying, and manipulationâ^À"especially for a 9-year-oldâ^À"was a necessity. After Greg educated me to the ways of men, it didn't take long before some staples appeared in my arsenal to manipulate them. One which bloomed, which I used especially until I hit puberty, was routinely telling men I younger than I was. When 9 I became 8â^À"when 10 I became 9â^À"and so on. It was not hard. Men were gullible and would believe anything. I did learned some ways to seem younger, or at least I felt younger. When I first had sex with Greg it was shortly after Christmas 1995 and my hair was the color of wheat and over my ears. Because I thought men would like it better, starting in 1996 and until high school (where I had to cut it for wrestling), I let it grow longer. I also tried my best to let it bleach out naturally. In addition, until I hit my growth spurt I was kinda short and very skinny which helped. So by trying to look younger, then acting youngerâ^À"acting immature, asking dumb questions and suchâ^À"I'd get guys thinking I was younger than I was. I learned when I appeared as young as I could it heightened men's interest and excitement. Another item in my arsenal was twisting the truth about my sexual experience. I learned each man wanted different things from me. Some wanted a virgin while others a slut. Some wanted to teach me about sex while others to rape me. I learned to tailor my flirting to each man. The tailoring might included the age of the boy sought, plus, if the circumstances were right (i.e., I was not involved in a gang bang or my lips or ass were not stretched beyond recognition), I could plead ignorance to anything connected to sex. I learned to become a boy lovers dream. Now some might think this ludicrous. They'd say, "How could a 9-year-old know to do that?" I don't know myself. It just happened. I only know I picked it up easily and fast. I enjoyed the roles I played. I enjoyed watching guys, picking prospects, and figuring out how best to approach them. Sometimes I'd work myself into a fit and becoming stressed out picking guys up. It became a high stakes poker game. I learned most men wanted to get off, but when it came to a 70-pound kid putting his mouth around their dicks and sucking them off, even if for only 2 minutes, I had to be very careful about hooking them. I needed to read them very carefully. Since my experience in Cabo San Lucas during Easter vacation with Mr. McMullen, I'd been thinking about how I'd scored with him, Greg, and Leon. The Mexican chef was a different situation all together. He took control of me, and in a way demanded blowjobs, whereas in retrospect with the others I realized I'd done most of the flirting, cajoling, lying, and manipulation to get into their pants. After Cabo, my next experience was when my mom made me go shopping with her in Century City and I met a man named Wes. It was also the first time I consciously lied and manipulated to pick up a man. It was a weekend and I had no choice but to go shopping. Of course, I had my typical t-shirt, shorts, and vans on. When I was younger I usually wore all my cloths too big, as the style dictated so you could see the tops of my boxers if my t-shirt was up. Anyway, I was bored shopping and I begged my mom to drop me off at the movies. It took some doing because the movie I wanted to see was Jurassic Park and I think it's R-rated, but she finally relented (even though my parents are in the entertainment industry they can be prudish). She bought me a ticket, gave me some cash, we set up a place to meet at the end of the movie, and she watched me go in. Only four months before I would never have thought to do what I did, but while I talked her into the movie in the back of my mind I thought about ditching it and taking off to goof around the mall. I kinda knew where she was gonna be shopping (Bloomingdale's and Macy's) and could avoid her. So I watched her walk away and left AMC in the opposite direction. Soon I was in Tower Records listing to CD's and checking out the guys. It was cool being on my own. I was cruising around for an hour or soâ^À"stopping at this shop or that. I constantly looked around for my mom but I felt safe. Tiered I sat down on a bench spacing looking at a window display, sorta watching people walk by while leaning back behind the railing in case my mom walked by. Then I noticed a guy sit down on a bench next to me. He had many bags and was preoccupied with them. I watched for a while and he seemed to be alone and took little notice of me. I got up from my bench, started looking in the windows around us, walked to a railing in the middle of our two benches and looked at the level below while still looking at him from the corner of my eye. Still occupied with his bags he still didn't seem to notice me. By then a couple had sat on the bench I'd left and no benches close by were empty so I thought it was now or never and walked the couple feet to his bench and asked if I could sit down. Looking up he said sure then went back to looking for something in one of the bags. He reminded me my cousin Shaun. He had short very blond hair cut close to his head, very blond eyebrows and eyelashes, cool blue eyes, and from the little I saw of them as he talked, bright white teeth. It was hard to tell because of his bulky black leather jacket but he looked skinny. Figuring I could only trust myself to look down a second, I scanned down his jacket and looked at his legs spread wide with bags in the middle. His jeans were so amazingly tight that his legs seemingly squeezed into them like sausages. The bulge hiding his cock and balls was so large that the copper zipper was visible and the teeth seemed almost to be separating. I looked up at his eyes that were planted on mine, and saw his mouth was in a crooked slight smile. Whatever there was to read into his smile soon vanished as he turned and almost swept the couple of bags he had sitting on the bench to the floor giving me more room to sit, "Here let's move these bags." "Just needed to sit down. My moms shopping," I said. "Yeah, well that's great. Buying you anything." He said straightening his bags up. "Maybe, not sure," Looking at the people passing by. For a minute or two neither one of us said anything, him busy putting receipts in his wallet. "You sure bought lots," I said pointing at the bags. "Yeah, I guess your right. My sister had my first nephew. I guess I went kind of crazy. You know how it is. First Godson and all," he said not looking at me but speaking to the bags. After a second he spoke up, "Got my sis a present to. There in the hospital still. Gonna go over to see them in a minute." "That's neat," I didn't know much else to say. Shit I better get better at this I thought. I looked down at the red tile floor and noticed he had on pointed black leather cowboy boots. "So what you say you're doing, waitn' on your mom?" "Maybe," I said. All of a sudden I wondered how much I should say. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. "So, when you going to see her?" "I have to be at AMC at 6:00." as soon as I said it, I regretted it. "The movies?" He had a somewhat surprised look on his face. "Yeah, I'm suppose to be seeing Jurassic Park but I snuck out," puffing up my chest a little. "Ah, sneaking around the mall on your own. Hey, I use to do that when I was young to. By the way, how old are you?" Trying to act older, I said, "10 years old." "No?" "You don't think I'm 10." I asked with my chest a little more puffed out. "Sure I do. Why, aren't you?" He said smiling. "Well, no, I wish I were, I'm really 8," I said acting little embarrassed and looking at my Vans. I slowly looked up at him and he said, "Look, I was 8 once, it's not so bad, stick with it, you'll grow up soon enough." Looking at him, I guessed him to be my dad's age, "How old are you?" I asked trying to put him on the spot. "Oh, I'm an old man compared to you, I'm 32 years old," He answered as if it was the easiest thing in the world. "Well, my dad's older than you so I guess you're not that old," I said giving him a wide smile. "Thanks, I appreciate that," as he gave me a playful elbow in the side. I liked him. "By the way, my name is Wes," he said. "Nice to meet you, my name is AJ," and we shook hands. His hand was large and warm and he kept a hold of my hand and as I watched he brought it down to lay on his lap near his crotch. I was surprised. Until then he'd given no indication at all he might be interested in me. He only seemed interested in the presents for his nephew and sister. Except for him seeing me look at his crotch I don't see how he'd know I was interested in him. Caught off guard I was a little embarrassed, gave out a small nervous laugh, and slowly removed my hand. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed but people only rushed by. I looked at him and he was looking downward. Automatically my eyes shifted downward and rested on his crotch. I gazed upon it for what seemed like minutes but was probably seconds. My mind went hazy but my body was tingling. I looked back to his eyes, which seemed to be dancing and I became slightly embarrassed. For a brief moment I thought, "busted" but then he spoke, "So AJ, you don't have to be at the movies for a while, want to see my truck?" I couldn't believe what I'd heard. This was moving faster then I expected. My heart was beating so fast and the pounding in my head was making it hard to think. How could I decide? Was this like the Mexican Chef or was I in charge? I was with a man I didn't know that I'd just met. He was a giant compared to me and he was inviting me to his truck. "What would we do?" I asked knowing what we'd do but I needed time. "Sit back, listen to some music, talk like we are now," he said. "You won't drive me anywhere?" "No. I promise. Just sit back as we are now. It looks like your interested in a few things and maybe you could check them out." At that, he looked down at his crotch and back to me then smiled. I looked at his face and smiled and though I was scared and about to pee my pants it was obviously a chance to play with his dick. Just because I was 9 didn't mean I was stupid. It could be the perfect opportunity and I thought why not? Wes was nice and not scary and I didn't think he'd drive off with me. "Okay, wait here for a second," I said. I got up and looked for my mom. "Coast clear." Wes said. I nodded. Wes parked in the closest parking garage but we had to walk up two sets of stairs and up a ramp and he motioned to a large silver Ranger Rover. Its windows were tinted black. We went to the driver's side, he opened the back door, threw his bags in the back, helped me get in, and he got in the drivers door. This really freaked me out. I thought he was going to start the engine and I was ready to jump out. "Hey AJ, what kind of music do you like?" "Uh, anything." My mind was racing and at that moment deciding on music was the last thing I could do. Then someone was honking. Wes looked back and getting out told the driver we weren't leaving (there were a lot of people looking for parking). He came back, closed his door, and opened my door, "Scoot over." I scooted over and he climbed in and locked the door. The windows were so dark no one could see in and we had a lot of room to stretch out. "So how do you like it?" Wes said spreading out both hands sliding lower down into the seat. "Wow, it's really nice. I've never been in one like this." I said looking around, "So nobody can see in." "Not here in back, but up front because of laws tint is lighter," he said pointing at the windows, "but I doubt anyone's gonna walk up there." "Cool," I said. We sat back and listened to music a while. "Who is this?" I asked, feeling nervous and not knowing what else to do. "Neil Young," he said. He moved around a little and really stretched his legs wide. I'd been sneaking glances at him the whole time we'd been sitting in the truck but when he stretched I couldn't help but move my eyes between his legs and stare at his crotch. He still had his jacket on but it was wide open and my eyes traveled up his flat stomach up his chest to his face and his eyes. He was looking at me as if he knew what I was thinking. I was a little embarrassed, didn't know what to do, and didn't know what to think. "AJ, you know what Gay mean's." Wes said bring his knee up onto the seat and turning towards me. "Yes, it means you like guy's." "That's right. Does that bother you? You know, I mean liking other guys. I mean, I'm not sure you understand what liking other guy's means, do you AJ." "It means you like to have sex with them." I said trying to act indifferent but a little grown up. "How did you know that?" I shrugged my shoulders. "That's okay. Have you ever touched a man?" "What do you mean? Like my dad?" I picked up maybe I should act a little dumb. "No, not really like your dad. Like, not like in sports or anything like that. But softly, or rubbing them, or touching their muscles or stuff like that. You know, rubbing them like couples do when they're in love." "No, I've never been in love. I've never had a girlfriend. Is that what you mean?" I liked this game. I liked playing dumb with him. "Well you don't need to be in love or have a girlfriend to be intimate. You can make someone feel good just because. Only because it makes them feel good. People like to do that. Do you think you'd like to learn? You're a kid but I learned when I was a kid. How about it. I could show you some stuff. I think your interested right." "Well, maybe, will it hurt?" I said giving him my smallest voice possible and looking at the seat. "I saw the way you were looking at me and I don't think we'll be doing anything your not already interested in. We won't start unless you're okay with it. I promise it won't hurt. If you don't like it, we can stop anytime. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I want this to be fantastic, okay." Continuing to do my best little turn at acting since being a street urchin in the school rendition of Oliver earlier in the school year, I looked up at him frightened, turned and got up on my knees and faced him but didn't move forward. Seeing that I wasn't going to move any further he took my hands in his, brought them to his cheeks, and rubbed my hands into them. The feeling was amazing. My father and I played games when I went to bed. One was he'd rub his whiskers on my face as I laughed hysterically and tried to get away, but my palms on Wes' beard sent tinny shivers down my body and I almost melted through the seat. As we stared at each other, he pushed my hands together onto his lips, pushed his tongue out, and started licking my fingers. All this was too much, I fell forward, and my face fell into his. Regaining my balance, I backed up a couple inches and watched him work his tongue between my fingers. He then lowered my hands and moved his faced close to mine. Still trying to remain the actor I backed up but he let go of my hands grabbing my arms and pulled me forward and our lips met and he held me there and I closed my eyes as tight as I could acting as if in complete surprise. Soon his grip on my arms let up and I felt his tongue on my tightly held lips. Before I knew it his tongue was in my mouth. His hands were all over my body. He lifted my shirt and started pinching my tiny nipples. He was trying to move his hands inside my underwear and play with my ass. He was cupping my crotch. Then he started pulling down my shorts. All this while he was kissing me. He was all over me, playing with my dick, and rubbing my balls. He rolled my little dick around, pushed it, and played with it. He moved a hand to my butt, rubbed it, and a finger started rubbing my asshole. He was soon back to my dick and balls, rubbing, and playing with them again. But I wanted him to put his finger back and play with my asshole some more. Wes stopped kissing me, pulled back, looked at me, and smiled, "So how do you like it so far AJ?" I had to act restrained, "I don't know. Your beard hurts my face and your pinching my dick hurts." "Okay, I'll be more careful. I'll show you something else. Lay down." I laid down on my back with my head against the door and Wes pulled my shorts and boxers off over my Vans and pushed my knee's up spreading my legs and leaned down sticking his tongue out and while looking at me started licking my dick. He had its head between his lips then sucked it into his mouth and sucked it in and out. Soon his tongue was lapping at my balls. His mouth and tongue were amazing and my dick and balls were on fire. I started pumping my hips and fucking his face as fast as I could when I felt one of Wes's fingers push deep inside my asshole and my mind exploded. I'd never felt such intense delight in my life. Without realizing it screams were coming from my mouth and quickly Wes had a hand over it and soon his mouth was off my dick and his mouth replaced his hand and his tongue was on my mouth and then deep within my throat. His finger pulled from my asshole but remained rubbing my bud. The pressure of his body laying on me allowed me only to buck into his chest. Everything had happened so fast. It took a while for me to calm down. Wes still had his lips to mine then started giving me small kisses all over my face. He sat up; I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes not a foot from my face. I took a few deep breaths. Wes leaned back removed his finger from my ass and brought it up to his nose and sniffed it. He put it into his mouth and sucked it in as he'd done my dick. "It's better than candy," he told me when his finger popped from his mouth. He found my cloths and handed them to me, "Here, put these on, best not get caught with a kid with his cloths off if I don't have to." I slid the boxers over my feet and raised my ass and slid them under first then did my shorts. I was facing front and took a minute before I looked at Wes. He was looking out his window with his legs spread wide. "So how'd you like it AJ?" "Shit, it was the best thing I've ever felt. I didn't cum did I?" Again acting as if I had no idea what happened. "No kid, you had a dry one. Wait until your olderâ^À"you'll cum. What you had was mild actually. I just licked you and played with your asshole. Boy, I hardly touched you. You went off like a firecracker." I looked at him pretending wonder, "Yeah?" Mild I thought. I thought my head was going to fall off, "I've never kissed like that. Never done any of that stuff before." "Glad you liked it," he looked at me smiling. "I REALLY liked it, thanks." He looked out his window. I looked at him, his legs, and his huge crotch. I leaned over and put my hands on his dick and balls encased bulge. He sucked in some air, turned his head, and looked at me. My hands looked tiny on his crotch. I looked up at him. With a muted smile, "What you up to kid?" "Can I see your dick?" I asked. "We don't have a lot of time. You need to meet your mom soon." "When?" He looked at his watch, "About twenty minutes." "Please, I really want to look at it," all the while I was rubbing and pushing at his crotch and I could feel it getting harder. "Okay AJ, but it has to be quick. We can't do much," He lifted his ass up unzipping his jeans and put his hand in, dug around and pulled it out. I watched mesmerized as he stretched out sitting down with his dick sticking out. It was hard and flopped over towards me. I got up on my knees and without hesitation I reached down and wrapped my hands around it. I looked into Wes' face feigning awe and in a hushed tone, "Wow, it's big. It's huge. I've seen my dad's soft but never one hard. You're huge. Can I play with it?" "Sure, when fully hard it's 8 inches long and 4 inches wide." The skin was soft and hot and as I moved my hands up and down I watched as it got harder, then closely inspected the dark veins that laced it. I moved my hands to its base, squeezed very tight, and waved it around like a flagpole and Wes laughed. I moved my hands up and down very fast, then very slow, and then very fast again then watched as pre-cum bubbled out. I didn't have a lot of time so I didn't pretend not to know what pre-cum was or that it was gross. I spread it around, brought some up to my mouth, and tasted it and found no flaws. As I moved my hands up and down Wes' dick, more and more pre-cum leaked out and he started moaning and breathing fast. He laid his head back and spread his arms on the back seat and a little breathlessly said, "Keep it up AJ, it feels really good." I was tiered sitting next to Wes and moved and sat on his leg and looked at him, put both my hands around his dick and pumped up and down. He looked up, leaned far towards me, and asked me to kiss him. Not taking my hand off his dick I leaned a little forwards and put my lips to his, felt his tongue part my lips and wrap around the tip of my tongue and spit pour into my mouth as we kissed. I sat back and pumped his dick harder and continued rubbing the pre-cum that was leaking even faster. "AJ, lean down and put your mouth on the head and spit on it." Again, knowing time was short and not caring about pretending anymore I scooted back and put my lips to his dick. His hands replaced mine and he started stroking his dick. "Leave your mouth on my dick. Open it wide and lick it. Yeah, like that AJ. Yeah. Keep licking it. Move your tongue around. Yeah keep your mouth on it. Come on baby. Yeah, come to daddy. Yeah, gonna swallow it all for daddy baby aren't you? Yeah, yeah, here it comes." My lips were on his dick and my tongue was moving around trying to move into the piss hole but he was beating it so hard and he was moving it back and forth so much I couldn't keep my mouth on it. I wanted to please him so much. I loved leaning on his muscular hard stomach, having his dick head in my mouth, and concentrated on making him feel so good. I wanted to make sure cum leaking from his dick which tastes so sweet was going in my mouth. "I'm going to cum. Get ready for it baby. Gonna take sweet daddies cum. Gonna take it all down aren't you. Yeah you're a sweet baby. Teaching baby boy. Found me a sweet boy didn't I? Yeah, come on, come on, yeah, come on, here it comes, hear it comesâ^À¦" He was ricocheting back and forth. I was trying so hard to keep my mouth on his dick. He was stoking so fast. I was trying to move my tongue fast and lap up all his cum. He's moaning, "I'm cuming, I'm cuming." His dick head is getting huge. I could feel it getting larger and harder. He's telling me I'm going to "Swallow his cum," which I wanted so bad when all of a sudden he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down hard. I struggle to be free but he keeps my head down as his dick pumps load after load into my small mouth. I am choking, gagging, and drowning. I am crying and yelling into his dick. I am trying as hard as I can to push him off. I cannot believe I have this monster shoved into my mouth. I am about to throw up and pass out when he releases some pressure and allowed me to take a breath; then as soon as I do, he pushes me down again. If I had his strength, I would push myself free but I have to take his punishment and his dick stays in my mouth. He lets me up a little and I finally get a breath then he forces me down again â^À" then again â^À" then again. At last, my tongue can move around. His hand releases some pressure. My own body relaxes. I feel his dick shrinking and the taste of his cum is stronger. My face and his jeans are wet. Finally, his hand is off the back of my head. I lay my forehead on his stomach and I feel it relaxing. I nurse his dick head. I feel comfortable and safe. After a while and all to soon he forces my mouth from his dick as he raises my body and I see him smiling. "Are you okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean that to happen. I was carried away. You're so hot. Are you hurt?" I look at him then put a hand to my lips and give him a smile. Crawling up his body I give him a kiss on the lips. "I really liked it. Thank you. No, you didn't hurt me," and I hugged him. He moved me aside, lifted up, pushed his dick into his jeans, and zipped up. It was slick with spit and cum and I guess he didn't mind that his underwear was all wet. I looked down and saw my shirt was okay and looking at him beamed. He looked at his watch, "You better get going, you're late," and he showed me his watch and it showed 6:00pm. He said, "I'm really glad we met. Thanks." He leaned forward and kissed me. I wanted to stay but I knew I had to go. He moved forward, leaned over the front seat and pushed a button and the doors unlocked. He fell back and I stared into his eyes. He leaned forward and we rubbed noses like Eskimo's do when they kiss and we both laughed and he said, "Have a great night AJ." I looked at him trying to find the words to tell him how much I liked what we just did. Finally, I only mumbled, "Thanks Wes." I jerked open my door, jumped down, looked up at him and smiled, and slammed it shut and ran to the back, checked for traffic, ran down the ramp to the stairs, took a glance back, and there was Wes getting out of his door looking at me. We stared at each other for a moment. I so wanted to run back to him but I couldn't. I looked at him a few more seconds hoping to burn his face into my memory. Then I turned and ran down the stairs. Interesting feedback welcome. Otherwise, keep it to yourself. Emails with attachments ignored. hotstorylvr@gmail.com