Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2007 10:22:21 EDT
From: Johnny43206@aol.com
Subject: Ike and John #1

I had just turned 16 three days earlier. It was a Friday  in July.  My dad
had only told me  that day that we had to move that weekend.  He had bought some
property several miles away from where we lived, and  was planning on
building a house.  He had begun working on the property a few months previously to
get ready  to build the house.  The trailer and  land where we lived had sold
fairly suddenly and quickly, and the buyers wanted  to move in as quickly as
possible. Just a few days ago, Dad explained, the  buyers offered him more money
if we were out of there by the weekend.  Dad agreed.
Early on Saturday morning we went into town and rented a  U-Haul truck.  Once
back to the  trailer, we started loading it up, then when it was full, drove
to the property  Dad had bought.  He had an old  camping trailer that he'd
already put on the property, so there was someplace we  could "live" until the
house got built.  And there was an old small barn on it to store our stuff.
We started unloading our stuff, and up walked a man I didn't know but Dad
did.  I hadn't been to the property  before.  This man was hot!  I hadn't acted
on my homosexual desires  before then, but had thought about it.  Dad said "
This is my son John, John this is Ike, he lives up the road  next door to here"
.  We shook hands  and nodded at one another.  He had a  killer smile with
bright white teeth.
I took in Ike from head to toe.  Did I mention he was hot?  Black man, about
30-40 I guessed, short  like me but a little taller, about 5'6", but a lot
stockier and muscular than  me, weight about 180.  Shaved bald  head, nice face
with big thick eyebrows, long thick eyelashes, nice eyes, nice  nose, nice,
kind of full but not too full pink lips, and a thick black beard and  mustache.

Moving on down his body, he had a great torso.  Thick black hair covering his
muscular  chest, with big pink nipples protruding out.  The thick hair
continued down over his  stomach,  nice abs and upper pubic  area. He was slightly
overweight, but I like that.  And he had a lot of tattoos.  I couldn't make
out, at that point, what  each of them were.  He had them on  his shoulders,
chest, arms, back, and stomach, and I would see later he had some  on his legs.
They looked like  "prison" tattoos.
He was wearing cut off khaki pants, but they left little  to the imagination.
 I don't think  he was wearing underwear, because his huge bulge was so
noticeable.  I could just about see the outline of  his big thick black dick
hanging down. And I could tell he had big balls  too.  His thighs were nice and
thick, and covered in black hair.  Looking at his big boots, I could tell his
shoe size must be 13 or  higher.
Dad said "Let's get this going".  So we all started unloading the truck,
moving most stuff into the old barn, but some into the camper.  We all started
sweating, as it was  hot.  The sweat beginning to pour  off Ike was so sexy.
None of us  spoke to each other much that day, we knew what needed to be done,
loading and unloading the truck, until  the end of the day.  I was
mesmerized by Ike all day, but tried not to show it.  I loved watching him move, flex
his  muscles, move his body, smile, etc.  One time, when he stepped away a
little ways and took a piss, I imagined  myself holding his dick for him as he did
it. I imagined and fantasized a lot  that day about me and Ike being
together, but in the back of my mind I knew none  of it would probably ever
happen.  I figured Ike was straight.