Date: Mon, 26 May 2008 08:04:20 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Holdup Boy" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult/youth "Holdup Boy" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult/youth *******Often the word "boy" in a title might make some underage lad think that this is a story for schoolboys. It most definitely is not, unless you are a graduate student. What I mean is: under 18 leave; over 18 stay and play. I am 25 years old. Over the top for some of you? Fuck off; I am in shape and hot. Name is Andrew, Andy to friends and sex partners. I am the type of guy you slow down and stare at on the street, then you stop and turn around and watch my perky butt as it leaves with me, away from you. You sigh with regret, and resettle your cock in your briefs. I work for an advertising agency, writing copy, you know, "I day without ___________(fill in) is a lost day." I never used that, but that's the type of stuff I churn out. Do you really think I'm going to give away a five thousand dollar line? It's not all work for this Jack. I love hunting. I drive a Ford Explorer and have the rear seat stored in my garage and have fitted out the back with a bed and other stuff for camping. Right now if is five o'clock and I am heading home to my one bedroom flat. It's in a good building in New York. My Dad told me, forget the size, live at a good address. I don't have to worry about size anyway....get me? I took the elevator down to the parking garage. It was deserted and creepy. I never liked this place, but the company paid for the parking, so.... My footsteps echoed in the empty place. My car was easy to find, most of the others were gone at this hour. I was fiddling with my key ring that contained twenty keys. How did I accumulate so many? Well first of all, I am like you, don't throw away a mysterious key, you may not know when you will figure out what lock it fits. Anyway my SUV key was easy to spot, it has that heave black top with all the buttons. I pressed the picture of an open door, actually those representations are nuts. This one looked like an open coffin. When it clicked, and the door lock opened, I reached for the big chrome hand and pressed down. At that same moment, a metal tube was pressed into the small of my back and a hoard voice spit out, "Lift your hands. Don't turn around or you are dead. Throw your wallet on the ground and kick it backwards." "Er, sir, I don't have a wallet with me. I never carry money or ID. I was once robbed and..."(I shouldn't have said that.) He jabbed me hard. "Shut the fuck up you, you yuppie fuck. We'll just go to the ATM." "Now don't get mad. I don't have an ATM access. I'm kind of a free spirit, artistic, strange, whatever, but there you are. I'll do anything to get you to leave me alone. I'm a bit of a coward." There was quiet. "Okay, you can turn around." I am about six feet three. The hold up man was not more than five foot even or eight. He was swaddled in a black windbreaker and he was wearing a black knit sky mask. I was so nervous that I blurted out. "Do you ski? I'm just heading upstate to fish and hunt. I hear there was five inches of snow last night and....." He gave me a stinging openhanded slap on my cheek that echoed in the garage. "How old are yu?" "Twenty five," I answered. "Yur kinda pretty. Those lips look hot. How about a quick suck?" He had a country accent. I was willing to bet that this was his first holdup. I also noticed that as he talked more, that rough way of talking gave way to a youthful voice. I guessed he might be a teenager. "I might, just to get away from you and your gun. How old are you? Are you healthy?" "Seventeen, and yes." We stood looking at each other for a while. "Tell you what," I said, "I don't want to be doing you right out here in the open. How about getting in the car. I got a bed in the back and you can be comfortable." He hesitated a moment, but I think the fucker was horny. Sometimes committing a crime is a real turn on for some guys. He felt his crotch. "Okay, you go first." When we were both sitting on the mattress, sheets and comforter in the back of the SUV I began to feel less scared. I took off my shirt and exposed my bare chest. "Nice," he breathed in a shaky voice." This was getting me excited too. "You get naked too. It will feel better." "Okay, but my mask stays on." He slipped off his jacket and then his black tee shirt. Hey this really was a seventeen year old. He was hairless; his skin was flawless and glossy. He also showed the evidence of hard work by his muscular breastworks. I admired his pale pink nipples and puckered surrounding skin. I guessed he must be blonde under that cap. Now you can know the truth. I do have a wallet and all kinds of ID. It is hidden in a side panel. In that panel is also a flare guy. By now I figured this kid might have a knife, but no gun. It must have been his young finger that jabbed me. I was sure he never saw a flare gun. I unsnapped the panel and brought it out. The flares were there also, but I just left it. He let out a surprised sound as he saw the gun. "Okay kid, no sucky for you, but maybe for me, if I like the merchandise. Take off that hood, you hood and then your pants and little undies." Off came the hood. I gasped. He was model handsome. Yeah curly blond hair, big gray eyes, perfect nose and puffy lips. The whole face was set off with a great cleft in his chin. His skin was shiny from the heat of wearing the wool ski cap, but that added to his looks. "Whatcha staring at?" "You. You're a handsome dude. You don't need to be criminal. You could earn big bucks with that face, modeling, even doing private dates." "Thanks. I know I am pretty good looking, but I'd rather be tough than beautiful. Say, you're not bad yourself. You are kinda a Italian type. Yeah, the hairy chest and arms. Why don't you uncover the goods?" While I was slipping off my pants and underwear, gun boy began to follow me. In a moment we were both naked, except that I held the gun. If I thought his face was exceptional, his body was even better. That narrow waist, the six pack, the full thighs and hairless legs. Even his feet were sexy. I had to take control. His looks were getting me weak. "Okay thug, begin licking my cock." He hesitated a minute and I brandished the signal gun in front of him. He signed with resignation and bent down and stuck his long pick tongue out and swiped it across the head of my cock head. I let out a noisy moan. He looked up at me and smiled with perfect teeth. "You really get into men doing you?" "Yeah. You had much experience?" "All you need to know, you learn at Juve." "Enough girlish chatter, get on it." He leaned down and this time he took the head into his lips and held it tightly at the rim and licked the head with slow luxurious strokes. I almost dropped the gun. He must have felt my pre cum bathing his lips. I was already on the cum trip. If he took it all, I would spew too soon and shamelessly. But he backed off my wet rigid prick. He smiled up at me. "You got a nice tasty cock. I don't mind blowing you. You're clean, pretty and you really like my work, give me that stupid gun. Don't you think I know what is a signal pistol?" I laughed. "Okay, what's your name? I like to know who's going to drink my spunk. I'm Andy." "Bobby here. Say Andy, by the look of your cock, you can't hold out too much longer and that will end our fun. How about you swing on my boyish prick for a while so you can recover." I didn't like his superior attitude, but he had looks and age over me. Youth must be served. I took his pale pink baloney in my lovin' hand and stroked it gently. "Don't be so soft with me. It gets me off to soon. Give me action." I grabbed his big plush balls in my other hand and squeezed them like I was checking out the ripeness of a peach. I felt his soft fuzzy blond pubes tickling the back of my hand. "Yeah, that's good." I returned to his cock that was sticking up and pulsing with his heart beat. "Junior is wanting attention. Tell me to suck you. I don't want to feel that I am some perv who forced you into sex." "No chance. You're hot. I have to squint so as not to see you too clearly and shoot too soon." I guess that was compliment, clumsy but appreciated. It deserves some nice action for him. I held his cock in my hand and slipped my mouth over the first quarter of his nine inches and licked as if I was possessed. That really got his attention. He began to buck his hips, like he was fucking my mouth. He kept saying, "Ooh, oh, ah." I had the boy in my power. Or was he egging me on, after all, he was getting sucked by me. I found the solution to the dominance battle. I kept his cock in my mouth, leaking spit all over it. I always salivated when I was passionate. Then I moved my hips around so that my prick was right at his lips. Without a moment's hesitation he took the big Italian piece into his delinquent's lips. I bet he used to blow his probation officer. But soon my sophisticated thoughts sunk down to animal desires. Bobby also was huffing and puffing around my cock as I returned the favor, both of us moving more rapidly and sucking harder. I felt him allow me to sink into his throat and he was massaging me with his throat muscles. I copied that, and all one could hear in this Ford was wet sucking noises and cries of passion. Could this last forever? Naw. We were only human. I couldn't take anymore of the throat stroking and just allowed my body to fall over the cliff into my orgasm. When it hit, I was shocked by the intensity. The events of being accosted then mastering the situation, then falling under the spell of this gorgeous outlaw was more than my controls could handle. As I was spewing heavily, at least five times, I felt the kid's sweet spunk begin to enter my sucking mouth. His hips fell into a gentle fucking motion as he almost wept in loud sobs as he unloaded. This was some hot evening. When we had recovered, I said to Bobby. "How about some food, then, if you wish, you can join me as we head upstate. I had planned to do some hunting, hoping to bag a deer, it's in season. "I ain't got nothing waitin' for me, why not? I used to hunt possum down home. Let's do it." We dressed. I got in the front seat and we headed up the interstate, stopping to eat at a Howard Johnson. Boy that kid could eat! Quick time forward. We hunted. We each took a turn to get fucked. We got along, 'like uncle and nephew,' Bobby said. I think we were falling in love with each other. "How'd you like to stay up here and take care of this little cabin that my father left to me? I'll pay you." He liked the idea. It was done and done. Everything went smoothly except Bobby got interested in how I made my money. He thought it was real easy. "Now Andy, that new account for plug in electric automobiles. How about "Costs pennies to run, feels like a million." It was pretty good, but I didn't want him to get a swell head. I grunted, but weeks later I had to tell him that the company liked it. We celebrated with a long 69. End