Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2017 16:16:50 -0500 (EST)
From: Freddy E. <cresive@comcast.net>
Subject: Hypnotized at Thirteen Chapter 1-3

Hypnotized at 13
By Cresive

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   When I was in junior high school I learned about hypnosis and how it can
help you quit bad habits like smoking, over eating, etc.  I was intrigued,
but didn't give it much thought.  That was, until a read it could help you
quit nail biting--a habit that I had developed from as young as I can
remember.  Since I didn't want to enter high school with such a habit, I
researched more about it.  This was years before the internet, but the
library had a lot of information about local businesses, and I was able to
look up local hypnotists.  This was early in the acceptance/popularity in
the field, so there were not many.  I was fortunate to find a
psychotherapist who included hypnosis in his practice.  I made an
appointment and was delighted to hear that he had a special going where you
get two sessions for a discounted price.  He said two sessions should be
enough and since I was paying for the treatment, I was excited about the
savings.  His office was across town, but I could get there on my bike, so
I was good to go.


   On the day of the appointment, I raced over to his office to fill out
the paperwork, make my payment and settle in for the session.  This was
before the days where your parents had to sign everything for a minor.  It
was summer, so I was wearing cutoff shorts, a concert t-shirt and tennis
shoes with white socks.  I thought the look made my 5-foot, 100 lb. body
look cool; That, and my bleached white blonde hair.  Yes, I was a
well-tanned, tow-headed boy due to many days at the neighborhood pool.  I
also had the physique that a young man who swam almost every day would
have.

   I met the therapist and immediately felt secure and okay about the
process.  He was, about mid-fifties, with salt-and pepper (but mostly salt)
hair that was closely cropped like an older guy would have.  He had a face
that reminded me of Eddie Albert when he was on Green Acres.  In fact, he
had that solid build like Eddie Albert as well.  He wore a suit, so his
resemblance to the actor was quite noticeable.  His name was Mr. Allen and
when he greeted me he shook my hand and immediately put my qualms about
hypnosis to rest. We went into a private room where we discussed what I
wanted, why I made the appointment, etc. etc.  Mr. Allen, explained how
hypnosis worked, and answered all my questions.  He even gave me a
background on hypnosis and what I should expect from it.  Answering my
questions alleviated the rest of my issues and helped me to relax, which I
think was the purpose of the extended conversation.

  Once I was relaxed enough, Mr. Allen had me lie back on a reclined
chair--the chair looked like an industrial Easy-Boy recliner.  We talked a
bit, as I relaxed further.  He then had me don a pair of noise-cancelling
ear phones and the session began.  I remember the earphones were huge and I
focused on how they weighed my head into the recliner.  I closed my eyes
and heard Mr. Allen talking to me in a sonorous voice over calming but
non-rhythmic sounds.  That was the last memory I could recall.

  I don't remember falling asleep, but Mr. Allen finally shook me awake.
To me, I was on the chair for about 5 minutes, but when I looked at the
clock, it had been almost 2 hours that I was in the room.  I figured we
chatted for at least 20 min, so that left over 90 min when I was under.  I
don't remember anything after a few minutes into the session, but I felt
really relaxed and was confident that the treatment worked.

   I rode home excited that I had licked my bad habit.  I was going to take
high school by storm!!  After I arrived home, I did a few chores, and
settled down to dinner with my family and some TV.  I went to bed at my
normal time and immediately fell asleep.  I usually don't dream-or at least
I don't usually remember them.  However, this night, I had vivid dreams
about Mr. Allen.  In my dreams, I walked into his office as he sat at his
desk.  I could see him at his desk in intense, precise detail, much more so
than any of my previous dreams that I could remember.

In my dream, Mr. Allen turned away from his desk, and looked at me.  He
looked welcoming, but just sat there waiting for me to speak or do
something.  I have no idea what prompted this, but I began to remove my
clothes.  I was hot and wanted to undress to cool myself down.  Before I
knew it, I was standing in front of Mr. Allen completely nude as his eyes
inspected my body.  For some bizarre reason, I opened my legs to allow my
barely pubescent cock and balls to hang down between my legs.  I then
raised my arms over my head to allow Mr. Allen to look at my completely
nude underarms.  I stared at the ceiling so I have no idea of where
Mr. Allen was inspecting, however, I knew he was giving my naked body a
complete visual inspection.

  I was a very, very shy boy, and just entering puberty only exacerbated my
fear of exposing my body.  I didn't even shower after gym because I didn't
want to be seen naked. I was a little behind the curve as far as growing
hair, etc. and I didn't want that secret to get out.  Therefore, my brain
must have done the thought of being exposed in a safe environment like my
dreams.  At least that is how I justified my behavior while I was asleep.
I turned around, doing several slow 360 degree turns so that there was no
part of me that Mr. Allen didn't see.  When I was facing away from him, I
widened my legs even more, and bent over at my waist giving Mr. Allen an
unobstructed view at my now exposed anus.  Again, I was looking away, but I
could feel Mr. Allen staring right up my ass.  I even reached back and
spread my butt cheeks to open myself up more for his perusal.  My dream was
so vivid, I even remember how the cool air felt on my newly exposed anus.

  Not satisfied that I had shown Mr. Allen enough of me, I climbed up on
the exam chair, lay back, and brought my knees up to my chest to fully open
my crotch.  I just lay back as Mr. Allen looked at my exposed cock, balls
and open ass.  After what seemed like an eternity, I could finally feel
Mr. Allen's masculine hands fondle my balls.  Feeling his adult hands on my
early developing balls, caused my cock to immediately spring to attention.
My hard on did not go unnoticed and soon Mr. Allen was fondling and
masturbating my cock.  I could feel a gentle finger caress my asshole as
his other hand brought me to climax.  Having his finger caress my asshole
did the trick and I shot an almost painful load of cum into some container
that magically appeared.

   The next image in my dream, I am completely dressed and thanking
Mr. Allen for a nice session.  I hopped onto my bike and rode off into the
darkness with a happy smile on my face.

   I have no idea where that dream came from!  I had barely learned to
masturbate myself and only had a couple sessions under my belt before this
dream.  My only sexual fantasy that I had mentally explored was hooking up
with the girl who lived behind my house.  Even then, I was the voyeur, not
the exhibitionist.  When I woke up, not only did I remember the dream, but
I had cum into my underpants that I wore to bed.  I hadn't had a wet dream
prior to this night, but I had heard my friends talk about them so I
chalked it up to my normal maturation.  Thankfully, I wore underwear to
sleep.  I would hate to have to explain how I had soiled the bed linens!
Man!  What a dream though!!

    I cleaned myself up, hid the soiled underwear and tried to keep myself
calm.  Fortunately, being so young, I was back to myself before I realized
it.  I head out and caught up with some friends and went swimming.  I kept
my dream to myself as I didn't know how my friends would react to me having
a gay fantasy.  Other than my vivid, sexual dream, nothing much happened.
The dream did recur a few times before my next session, but it became less
and less intense as I grew inured to the script. I was amazed at how real
everything seemed, even the sensation of cool air on my anus.


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Hypnotized at 13, Chapter 2

About two weeks later, I returned for my second session.  The first had
worked for couple days, but I relapsed and hoped the second session would
be the icing on the cake that finally got me past the habit.  I felt weird
when I met Mr. Allen again.  I hoped he wouldn't be able discern my memory
of that dream I had about him.  I did have a few wanking sessions as I
recalled the dream, but I didn't want Mr. Allen to think me weird.  For
some reason, Mr. Allen's opinion of me was important.  Fortunately, if my
lustful sessions about Mr. Allen were apparent on my face, he didn't seem
to notice.  He greeted me with that same affable style that immediately
caused me to relax.  Again, we chatted for a few minutes to settle me down
and then we started the session.

   This time, Mr. Allen wanted me to remove my shoes and socks so that I
could be even more relaxed. That was different and I struggled to figure
out how that would help.  The funny thing though, I was already taking off
my shoes before he suggested I do so.  That was weird!!  I lay back on the
recliner and got a small stiffy thinking of Mr. Allen looking at the bottom
of my feet as I went through my session.  At that age, any body part that
was exposed to someone else made you feel nude.  The thought put me into a
horny state that almost ruined the session, but Mr. Allen delayed the
actual hypnosis session until I calmed down.  He seemed to sense any
anxiety I may have and helped me to relax.

    It was hard, but after a few minutes, I got past knowing that Mr. Allen
was able to scrutinize my naked feet and relaxed enough to begin.  Once I
was calmed enough, I fell into a trance-like state even faster than the
first session.  It seemed that before I even relaxed enough for the session
to start Mr. Allen was waking me up.  Again, I had fallen asleep and he let
me rest until he needed the chair for another patient.  I slept for at
least 2 hours this time!!  However, I didn't feel like I had slept at all.
I felt completely alert and awake, not the usual surreal feeling you get
when you take a nap in the middle of the day.  I thanked Mr. Allen again,
and he said that if this session didn't take, I could come back for a
booster session, for free.  Feeling like everything was right in the world,
I climbed on my bike and causally rode back home.  I was in a great mood
and decided to just enjoy a great day and the feeling that my sessions had
been a complete success.

    Other than being in a great mood, nothing substantial happened the rest
of the day.  My mother did notice my good humor and asked me if I had
acquired a girlfriend.  Embarrassed, I told her no, that I was just happy
about going into high school next year, etc. etc.  Taking his cue from mom,
my dad got on me a bit before they finally let me alone and I went to bed.
My throat was a little sore and I was a bit worried that I was catching a
cold so I went to bed early.

    I was barely asleep before I had the wildest dream--even more vivid
than the other dream I had.  I was asleep on the recliner in Mr. Allen's
office and Mr. Allen was massaging my feet with his rugged hands.  It felt
GREAT!!!  No one had ever massaged my feet--or anywhere else on my
body--and I reveled in the new sensations.  Magically, I was standing up,
totally naked and allowing Mr. Allen to continue his rubbing of my body.
My body shivered as his hands caressed my naked chest, his fingers barely
touching my nipples as he moved across my rib cage.  I had a real sensation
of my nipples coming to attention at the subtlest of fondling by his hands.

    I just stood there as he visually inspected and physically titillated
my body; My only movement was to allow Mr. Allen easier access to the most
sensitive areas of my body.  As his hands moved up my chest, I raised my
arms so he could rub my hairless underarm area.  He then caressed my face.
As his hand gently caressed my face, his thumb concentrated on my lips
which seemed extremely sensitive.  As his thumb rubbed my delicate lips, my
cock started to pump cum onto the floor, even though I hadn't touched
myself.  Although I was dreaming, I hoped I wasn't in trouble for making a
mess.

    Refocusing my consciousness on my dream, Mr. Allen only laughed as he
continued to rub my head.  He ran his fingers through my hair and tenderly
caressed my earlobes.  If I hadn't shot already, that would have made me
cum on the spot!  Soon he was taking his attentions lower on my body.  He
gently placed one hand on my butt as his other hand rubbed my "innie" belly
button, again, sending electrical shocks through my body. The tickling of
my belly was sensual, but knowing his hand was holding my butt really made
me feel like I was being controlled by this man.  He knelt down in front of
me to bring his face to my now re-erected cock.  He gave my cock a very
close inspection as my knees trembled from being so exposed.  He licked the
tip of my cock head which almost made me pass out from overstimulation.  He
ran his fingers and thumb up and down my shaft in a smooth, desultory
manner. He ran the fingers from his other hand through my almost absent
pubic hair above my cock.  I had no idea that the area above my cock could
be so sensual!!  In what seemed like long hours later, he began to fondle
my hairless balls that were hanging down, even though I felt more cold than
warm in my dream.  He casually rested my balls onto the palm of his hand as
he rubbed them between his thumb and fingers.  The attention he played to
my balls coupled with his manipulation of my cock shaft caused me to cum
again!  This time, my body spasmed, but I could tell I didn't shoot much
volume out of my penis.

    I looked down at my developing body as his masculine hands explored me
further.  The contrast of his hairy hands and my hairless body was not lost
on me.  Suddenly, I was standing alone, still naked, but Mr. Allen was
sitting on his desk chair.  I looked down at my naked body and then back to
Mr. Allen who was now completely naked as well.  My mind went to the
episode of Green Acres where Oliver was taking an outdoor shower.
Mr. Allen's chest looked almost identical to my memory of Eddie Albert's.
His chest was full of hair that met in the middle and folded together to
make a nice trail running down past his belly button.  He had a nice bush
outlining his erect penis that stuck out with his piss slit staring
straight at me. I noticed that the pubic hair to either side of his balls
was gray, but the rest was his natural dark color.  For some reason, his
pubic hair looked like a parka around the base of his penis.  I just had to
get a closer look!!

    Wordlessly, I maneuvered my body between his open legs, knelt down and
looked at his mature cock standing at attention.  This was the first adult
penis I had ever seen, and I was dumbstruck for a few minutes.  His cock
head was moist, and glistened as the light hit it.  His glans was bright
pink and I wondered what it would taste like.  Suddenly, I felt an
overwhelming compulsion to take his cock in my mouth, and immediately did
so.  I marveled at how his cock tasted, the warm silky feeling as it
entered my mouth.  He had some precum and I savored the way it slithered
onto my tongue and down my throat.  I wanted to swallow his cock and
proceeded to insert it further into my mouth until it was pushing against
my tonsils.  At this point, my nose was buried into his substantial pubic
hair and I remember smelling his scent.  I couldn't get enough of his smell
and inhaled as often and deeply as I could to make sure I got as much as I
could of it.

    In what seemed like the natural next step, I started to bob my head up
and down his cock.  I would raise my head until I could feel the back of
his glans against my lips.  I then swished my tongue over his cock head,
noting how Mr. Allen's body would shiver when I did so.  I would then
plunge my head down until my nose was buried in his pubic hair.  I would
inhale deeply, relishing his scent, before repeating the process.  I have
no idea how long this went on, but I kept it up until Mr. Allen shot a huge
load down my throat.  I allowed him to gush cum down my throat until his
volume lessened.  I then let the last few spurts fall onto my tongue.  When
he had finished, I sucked as much of his cum as I could out of his penis
before removing my head from his phallus. I rolled the last few shots of
his cum over my tongue as I made sure to remember his taste and smell.
Suddenly, I was floating away?

    I woke up in a sweat, and yes, I had soiled another pair of underwear.
Thankfully, I could bury my underwear in the laundry pile.  I would have a
harder time explaining cum stains on my sheets.  I cleaned up, buried my
soiled underwear and started my day.  I was up early, which didn't go
unnoticed by my parents.  After completing whatever chores I was abruptly
assigned, I head out on my bike to meet my day.  I was still in a grand
mood.  I even enjoyed recounting my dream as I rode down the road.  I was
confident that the hypnosis sessions would help me to quit biting my nails
and I would enter high school without a care.  I decided to ride up to the
local shopping center and spend some time "shopping."  I put quotation
marks on shopping as I had no money, but I could still look around.

    I was busy wasting away the day when I noticed that I couldn't stop
staring at the older men in the stores.  I hadn't noticed other shoppers
before this day.  However, I was intriqued and wanted to know what they
looked like naked.  Did all men look like Mr. Allen?  Did Mr. Allen even
look like he did in my dream?! Did they taste the same as I imagined he
did? Why was that dream so realistic?!  My study of the older men in the
town continued almost all day.  A few of the men noticed my attention, but
nobody confronted me so I just continued with my study.  Tiring of my
study, I decided to stop off at the bookstore and read for a bit.

     Mr. Martin, who ran the local greeting card and book store, said hello
to me as I entered to read some comics.  He never minded me loitering as I
stayed out of his customer's way and didn't bother him. I also think
Mr. Martin enjoyed having me around.  There was something different today
as I was a bit unsettled as I tried to read a comic book.  What was
different was the fact that I couldn't take my eyes off Mr. Martin.  I had
always thought Mr. Martin looked handsome, but I hadn't really noticed him
before, other than being a nice man.  He was probably 60 years old, bald,
with gray hair neatly trimmed on the side of his head.  He looked a bit
like a tourist's idea of the ideal lederhosen-wearing German.  As always,
he was clean shaven and his round face was welcoming. He had an attractive
smile that seemed to be plastered on his head.

     I pretended to read a comic book as I furtively studied Mr. Martin as
he moved about the store.  I was fascinated at how his body moved in space.
I was mentally willing him to come out from behind the counter so I could
get a good look at him.  My mental telepathy must have worked as Mr. Martin
came into the main store area to shelve some new books.  He had his back to
me as he bent down to pick up a book, price it and place it neatly on the
shelf.  As he bent down, I got a good look at his ass as his pants
stretched around it.  When he bent down the second time, I could see the
outline of his balls as he spread his legs to reach another book.  I could
clearly discern that his package was down his right leg when he bent over.
I tried to differentiate the outline of his balls and cock, but he was too
far away.  However, that didn't keep me from staring.

     I immediately sprang a boner!  I know this because I had on short
shorts and my cock was stretching down them and I feared it may poke out
the leg hole!  Not wanting to bring undue attention to myself, I dropped
the comic book onto my crotch as I reached under it to adjust myself.  As I
looked back to Mr. Martin, he was looking at me with a Cheshire cat-like
smile.  I was busted!!  I was so embarrassed!  I didn't know what to say!
Mr. Martin shook his head as he guffawed and picked up the empty box and
went back to the store room for another set of books.  Relieved that I
wasn't in trouble, I just sat there.  Should I leave?  Had I made myself
persona-non-grata for popping a boner from staring at Mr. Martin's crotch?
Wait!  How could Mr. Martin know what I was thinking as I popped a boner?
Perhaps it was due to the scantily clad woman in the comic?

     Soon, Mr. Martin returned and asked how the comic was.  I said it was
okay, and that I liked the artist's version of the heroine.  Mr. Martin
just snorted another laugh as he opened the box of books.  After he
finished stacking the box of books, he asked if I wanted to make some
money.  Being a poor newly teenaged boy, I agreed.  He walked over, stood
me up and took my hand to lead me to the back room.

     Feeling Mr. Martin's hand sent another set of electrical shocks
through my body. His hand was warm, and well-manicured. It looked massive
compared to mine. He was also strong and had a firm grip on my hand as I
followed him to the back room.  In the back room were several boxes on the
ground.  Mr. Martin wanted me to open up the boxes, check the inventory and
stack them onto a table for him to move to the sales room.  It didn't take
me too long to figure out that he had reversed the scene on me.  I had to
bend over in front of Mr. Martin and pick up the boxes. At first, I lifted
with my legs, but the boxes were not too heavy so I just bent at the waist
to pick them up.  I also bent over like that because I wanted Mr. Martin to
look at my ass?where did that come from?!

     Semi-consciously, I made a show of picking up the boxes for
Mr. Martin.  I had on last year's shorts, which still fit, but fit snuggly.
When I bent down, there was not much left to the imagination and Mr. Martin
was taking the opportunity to make sure he had a grand view.  For some
reason, I relished the fact that Mr. Martin was ogling my butt as I worked.
I even made a little show of stretching my hamstring before picking up
another set of books.  I turned facing opposite to Mr. Martin, and bent
over to touch my toes pretending to stretch my back and hamstrings, even
though I was in fine shape and didn't need to stretch.  I am sure
Mr. Martin got his money's worth in the show.

The front door bell rang, and Mr. Martin had to deal with a customer.  I
finished up my work and walked out as he was finishing a sale.  He looked a
little crestfallen when he saw that I was done.  However, the ever-present
smile soon returned to his handsome face as he pulled $10 from his drawer
to pay me for my services.  Ten Dollars!  That was a fortune back then!!
This was a real fortune, especially since I would have shown my butt to
Mr. Martin for free.  I asked if I could do some more work for him, but he
didn't have anything until the next shipment came in.  Not wanting to leave
just yet, I read a couple more comics before heading home.

     That was the end of another day, and I went to bed that night thinking
of how I could see Mr. Martin naked?or at least get him to look at me,
naked.  These were my first sexual experiences and I thought long and hard
as to what they were, why I was having them and what they meant.  Perhaps
my high school tenure wasn't going to go as planned.


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Hypnotized at 13, Chapter 3

      The next day, I returned to the bookstore to read a few more comics.
This time, I was inspired to see how far I could push Mr. Martin.  I made
sure I did a complete job of showering before heading out of the house.  I
donned a loose-fitting t-shirt, and even looser fitting shorts.  They were
hiking shorts, that had wide legs.  Remember, at this time, short-shorts
were in, and my hiking shorts didn't make it to mid-thigh. I got really
bold and decided to omit wearing any underwear.  I don't know where I got
the idea from, as I had never gone commando before; I hadn't even
considered the idea until now.  My game plan was to sit on the bookstore
floor, read a comic book and open my legs to see if Mr. Martin would look
up my pants leg.  Being thirteen, this was as developed a plan as I could
come up with.

      I hurried to the store just before lunch.  I took up my usual spot
near the comic rack, found a decent comic and sat down to read.  Mr. Martin
was behind the checkout counter and didn't really give me much notice,
other than to greet me with that smile.  I changed my position so that I
was at the end of the aisle that faced directly opposite the cash register.
I sat down with my left leg barely bent, and my right leg bend and wagging
back and forth, opening and closing my shorts around my cock.  I could feel
the cool air as my leg opened and knew my cock and balls were exposed when
I did so.  I reveled in how the cool air would stimulate my balls and I
started to chub up a bit with the sensation.  I also partially noted that
the movement of my leg was more likely to catch MR. Martin's attention.

      Why was I being so aggressive?!

      My game plan worked.  After about 20 minutes, I noticed that
Mr. Martin spent much more time behind the register, which gave him direct
line of sight to watch me as I read.  I pretended to be engrossed in my
comic and not to notice him ogling me.  Soon, Mr. Martin was walking up and
down the aisles, pretending to straighten his books, etc.  I noticed that
when he came up my aisle, it was from the far end, so that he would be
facing me as he policed the aisle for stray books.

     By this time, I had crouched down so that you couldn't help but look
up my pants leg as you walked up the aisle.  My cock had also fallen to my
free leg and was peering out from my shorts as I opened my leg.  I have no
idea where my balls were, but I suspect they were enjoying the fresh air as
well.  Mr. Martin took his time on my aisle and seemed to loiter there for
quite a while.  The sexual tension started to get to me and Mr. Martin's
ogling caused me to get hard.  The process was a bit slow, but eventually,
my cock snaked farther and farther down my pant leg until it looked like a
second leg trying to escape the shorts.  My cock head gets really pink when
I get a hard on, so I am sure it made a nice sight contrasted against my
pearly white thigh.


    Pretty soon, Mr. Martin had to check the other aisles and left me to my
exhibitionistic reading.  My cock needed even more adjusting by the time
Mr. Martin had moved on.  I was perplexed.  I had shown Mr. Martin my cock,
which seemed to be very important to me.  I have no reason for my behavior,
but I had accomplished my goal.  However, I was even more frustrated and
needed more.  How could I take this further?! I didn't want to get kicked
out of the store, or worse, have Mr. Martin call my parents!  However, I
had an overwhelming need to have Mr. Martin see me naked.

     I couldn't just go to the back room and strip like I did in my dreams
with Mr. Allen, even though I considered the idea more than I should have.
Since this was my first actual sexual fantasy, I wasn't very adept at
enacting a strategy.  Fortunately, I did the best thing possible.  I just
sat there and continued to fan my leg, exposing myself. I had lost track of
Mr. Martin a I pondered how I could get naked for him.  I hadn't noticed
that he moved to the front door and put up a back in 20 min sign.  He
walked up to me, again taking in the view, and told me he had to run an
errand and was closing up the shop.

     Dejected, I stood up, and put the comic back onto the shelf.
Mr. Martin then placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me back through the
back room.  He said that he had locked the front door and we could exit
through the back.  Naively, I allowed him to chaperon me through the stock
room door, relishing the feeling of his strong hand on my shoulder.  When
we entered the stock room, Mr. Martin closed the door and asked me to stand
to the side.  Again, I just followed directions.  Once the door was
secured, he turned to me and let me know that my shorts didn't leave much
to the imagination.  I was dumbstruck on two accounts.  One, I hadn't
expected the statement and it took a minute to register in my addled brain.
Second, I didn't know if I was in trouble for showing off my cock to him.
Mr. Martin didn't have that ever present smile on his face, which
registered to me that I was, in fact, in for it.  Thinking back, I now know
the look on Mr. Martin's face was one of lust, not irritation. Mr. Martin
asked if I wanted to show him my "privates."  I turned beet red at the
question.  My blushing answered him better than my mumbling ever could.  He
smiled and said it was fine.  If I wanted to be naked for him, I should
take the opportunity to do so now.  I was still scared, but elated at both
the opportunity to strip for Mr. Martin and for the fact that I wasn't
going to get into trouble.

     In no time flat, I had my t-shirt, socks & shoes and shorts off and
stood before Mr. Martin, au naturel.  I stood there facing him as he moved
his eyes up and down my body.  At thirteen, I was literally a child, who
had some beginnings of adulthood.  I barely had enough pubic hair to be
seen, unless you were close enough to reach out a feel it.  Mr. Martin was
about 20 feet away, so I couldn't tell if he was close enough to see that I
had entered manhood or not.  My cock was parallel to the floor and my cock
head was bright pink which contrasted with the white-tiled floor.  I spread
my legs a bit and unconsciously bounced from leg to leg.  I didn't realize
it at the time, but that caused my semi-erect cock to swing back and forth
which excited Mr. Martin, greatly.

     Mr. Martin stood there and enjoyed the show.  He muttered that he
appreciated my beauty and would love to feel my body.  His hands were held
against his side, quite rigidly.  However, his eyes locked onto my cock and
pelvis as it swayed back and forth.  He told me to turn around, so I slowly
did a few 360 rotations.  When I was facing away from Mr. Martin, I felt a
hand on my butt so I stopped my rotation and allowed him to fondle my butt
cheek.  Soon, two hands were kneading my butt, opening and closing my
cheeks to expose my asshole to the cool air.  I was glad I took extra time
to make sure I was very clean. Using my butt cheeks as a steering wheel,
Mr. Martin guided me to a set of boxes stacked about waist high to me.  Not
knowing what else to do, I bent over the boxes, and grabbed onto the other
edge.  This left me with just my backside facing Mr. Martin.  He opened my
legs using his hands to push against my inner thighs, thus fully exposing
my anus and balls.  The cool air felt sensual on my ass, then I felt
Mr. Martin's had move tenderly across it.  Sensual doesn't come close to
describing how nice his fingers caressing my anus felt!  He commented that
I was so soft and hairless.  Apparently, my asshole was as bright pink as
my cock head, which Mr. Martin mentioned several times.

     I remained bent over the boxes and allowed Mr. Martin to get as much
of an eyeful as he wished.  He reached down and fondled my balls as he
allowed his thumb to gently rub across my puckered ass.  Feeling his hand
on both my balls and my asshole made my legs shake.  I was glad I was
laying across the boxes or I my legs would have given out.  I imagined
Mr. Martin staring at my butt as he wiped his thumb across my ass.  When he
put a little more pressure on my anus, I couldn't hold back and shot a load
all down the boxes.  When I climaxed, my pucker closed around Mr. Martin's
thumb as if it was trying to suck it into my body.

     When my ass released his thumb, Mr. Martin said I should get dressed
so he could run his errand.  I stood up, turned around and immediately
noticed Mr. Martin's bulging pants.  Stating that he couldn't go out like
that, and before either he or I knew what was happening, I was on my knees,
unzipping his pants.  I hadn't known I could move that fast, or how I
decided to act so quickly.  However, I had his zipper down and my hand
inside his pants in just a few seconds.

     Taken aback, Mr. Martin tried to defend his crotch, but before he
could move his hands to cover his front, I had inserted my arm into his
zipper and was maneuvering his cock out his fly.  I could feel Mr. Martin
try to bend backward, but I had his cock in my hand so that was to no
avail.  Soon, I fished out Mr. Martins beautiful, uncut cock.  I had never
seen an intact penis, and I dropped it and just stared at it. Mr. Martin
was able to collect himself when I hesitated and began to stuff his penis
back into his pants.  However, he was fully hard and this wasn't an easy
task.  I also recovered my lust by this point, and regained my grip on his
penis.  Before he could react, I had his penis in my mouth and was suckling
his cock like I was a professional.

     Thinking back, I can imagine what the scene must have looked like to a
fly on the wall.  there I was, a naked, thirteen-year-old, on my knees with
the penis of the flabbergasted bookstore owner in my mouth.  Up until this
day, I made sure to cover my developing body, but here I was as naked as
the day I was born with an older man's cock down my throat.  Mr. Martin
actually did taste nice.  In reality, this was the first cock I had in my
mouth, but I was sucking on it like it was my hundredth.  I reveled in how
silky soft it felt, even though it had a hard core.  He had a big glans,
but not too big that I couldn't accommodate him in my mouth.  I loved how
his cock rubbed over my tongue as it oscillated in and out.  After a few
minutes, Mr. Martin got into the game and allowed me to fellate him.  It
didn't take him long, before he was shooting a nice load into my mouth and
down my throat.  I sucked him dry.  I was sucking his penis until it became
too tender and he had to pull it out of my mouth.

     I sat back on my haunches, licking my lips and savoring the first blow
job I had given.  Mr. Martin looked at me with panic in his face.  Bemused,
I got scared and looked around to find my clothes.  Mr. Martin kept ranting
that this should have never happened.  I thought he was mad at me, and I
was worried I would lose a friend; and access to his comic books.  I
quickly got dressed and exited the bookstore.  I wasn't sorry I had blown
Mr. Martin, in fact, that is what I had planned to do before I left the
house.  However, I was scared he would call my parents.

     As I rode home, I replayed the blowjob in my head.  It was
unbelievable to me that I was successful in seducing Mr. Martin!  I was
savoring the taste of his cum which I could still sense in my mouth.  I
really enjoyed blowing Mr. Martin.  In fact, I couldn't wait to return to
do it again!!  But what was I thinking?! I would be lucky if he didn't have
me arrested.  Even so, I couldn't wait to return to the store and the next
time, I was going to get him naked too!  I was confused by my thoughts.
When I woke up this morning, I was a virgin in all respects.  Now, I was
plotting to conquer a fully mature man and use him as a sex object.  Where
was all this coming from?!  When will it end?!  Why did I feel so compelled
to have sex with Mr. Martin?  All I knew was, I would return and take
things further.

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