Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2023 14:44:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: UJ
Subject: Instant Karma

Instant Karma

I didn't know what it was called back then but certain animals excrete a
chemical substance when they're ready to get humped.  Say, a female
racoon is hot and in the mood, so her body gives off this special scent
that only certain other racoons can detect.  An innocent male racoon
wanders by, catches the whiff, and he is brought under her mesmerizing
spell.   That is, until the deed is done, and they go their separate
ways.  Those chemicals are called pheromones.

Back in the 1980's I was divorced from a lady I really liked as a
person, but sadly wasn't so excited to hump very often.  That and a few
other intolerances is what led to her walking away from me.  The
principle one was probably my attraction to young adolescent boys.

Suzanne, that's the former wife, knew when we got married that I had a
history of sucking cock.  I wasn't really gay, that is, I wasn't
attracted to other men at all, just boys.  And I didn't want loving
companionship with them, just 5 to 10 minutes with their poles in my
mouth and I was good.

That had been my practice since I was a kid myself.  I'd give my
same-age neighbor friends head when they wanted it, and when I got into
high school somehow the kids I sucked were still middle schoolers.  But
when I was a college student and after graduation the age gap thing
became a problem.  A 12-year-old may be cool with a 16-year-old licking
his lollipop, but a 26-year-old?  That's creepy.

So, when we got married, I'd promised Suzanne that my boy sucking days
were over.  That wasn't a tough promise to make because it never really
happened for me anymore.  In reality, that is.  My mind was an entirely
different thing.  I'd still jerk off a couple or five times a day
thinking about some TV kid or a boy in a movie, or maybe even a real-life
kid.  Maybe that had something to do with never being up for a fuck with
my wife.  Anyway, she divorced me.

So, then a few months later I was at the movies.  It was one of those
cheap theaters, you know the kind.  They played second run movies for a
buck so all the poor people could see films.  VCRs weren't all that
popular yet, and besides, they were expensive.  Another thing was that
moms would drop their kids off at the multiplex for some private time and
come back a few hours later to fetch them.  So, the place was always
crawling with kids.  I myself was like a kid in a candy store.  Endless
treats to look at but not touch.

The theater had a bank of video games along a wall, about 20 of them as I
remember.  The cheap theater couldn't be making much money off of
admissions, but at 25 cents a play, the games helped them make up for
it.  After the divorce I certainly wasn't rich, but I could afford a
buck for a movie and had a pocket full of quarters to play a few games.
Often, I'd stay to watch 2 or 3 movies for my buck.

But no one cared.  There were a couple clerks behind the popcorn counter,
a lady selling tickets out front, and I never saw anyone else who worked
there.  The theaters themselves were nasty.  Sticky floors covered in
popcorn and candy wrappers.  Some of the seats were torn or didn't fold
down.  But you get what you pay for.  The screens were big, and the sound
was loud.  Good enough.

My movie didn't start for a few more minutes so I got busy playing
Galaga.  That's when the pheromone thing hit me.  A boy next to me gave
off the most intoxicating scent I'd ever smelled.  It took a couple
minutes to figure it out and determine it was him.  I moved away and the
scent disappeared.  But when I came back, there it was.  I
surreptitiously got closer to him, able to sniff his hair.  Maybe it was
his shampoo or something.  Nope, not that.

Actually, he didn't look all that clean.  I don't mean that he was
unwashed or crusty, but his clothes were definitely second hand and too
big for him.  Plus, they probably should have hit the rag bag a long time
ago.  His hair was long, but not stylishly long.  It was long because he
most likely couldn't afford to get it cut.  And his face?  Well, he was
a long way from ugly, but I would never call him handsome.  But as I kept
looking at his reflection in the glass of his own game his cuteness kind
of got hold of me.  And the scent.  Yes, that scent.

I played my game longer than I'd planned.  I glanced at my watch; my
movie had started.  Still, I stood close to him, unable to separate
myself.  I was captured like a poor racoon.

Then I braved something I'd only fantasized about.  I got a quarter from
my pocket and placed it on the ledge of his game; a signal I wanted to
play doubles with him on his next go.  I heard him speak for the first
time.

"You can have it.  I'm broke.  This was my last go," the boy said in a
raspy young voice.

"You're pretty good at that game," I said, "I wanna see if you'd
beat me.  I'll spring for ya."

"Cool," was all he said in reply.

We played two more games.  He beat me on the first, I won the second.
But in being able to stand closer to him, even contacting his skin on
occasion, the scent had taken control of my brain.  The pheromones in my
nose had descended to my groin and I was hard as a brick.  At one point I
even brushed the boner in my pants against his ass.  I don't know and
didn't care if he felt it.

The second game ended, but before he could walk away, I whispered softly
in his ear, "Wanna make some bucks?"

"Doin' what?" he inquired suspiciously.

Maybe he already knew the score.  I never asked.  But I whispered again,
"I wanna blow you.  I'll give you 20 bucks."

My heart was racing like a rabbit's, no, a male racoon's, as I was
being drawn into the pheromone lair.  It was all I could do to keep from
yanking down the boy's loose jeans there in the theater lobby and
committing my indecent act on his hot flesh in front of all.

It took a moment, but he eventually replied, "I'm not queer, dude."

"You don't need to be queer, just want the money.  30 bucks.  I like
straight kids for this anyway.  All you gotta do is stand there, I'll do
the rest.  Meet me in that last bathroom, at the end."  I pointed down a
long hall to where the last theater was, with a small bathroom nearby.

I began my walk in that direction, unsure if he was following me.  If he
did, maybe my racing heart wouldn't explode, and I'd live to taste his
cock.  But if he turned toward the snack counter, or to the public phone,
I spotted an emergency door that, maybe, just maybe, I could get away
without being nabbed.  At the end of the long hall, I turned to enter the
bathroom.  The kid was maybe 20 paces behind me.

I went in, and the kid came in after me.  I went in a toilet stall first,
the one most hidden from the entrance door.  He followed me.  I sat down,
he stood facing me, quivering.

"I, I n... never done this before," he stammered.

"It's been years for me, too," I told him in as comforting a tone as I
could muster.  "But it feels really good, for you, that is."

And with that, I reached my arms to undo the buckle of his belt under the
tail of his tattered Smurfs tee shirt.  When loosened his jeans crumpled
below his knees.  I could see his hard prick pushing out inside his
off-white undies.  His legs were almost devoid of hair, at least on his
thighs.

I didn't know the kid's name, nor his age, nor anything about him.
Only that he smelled intoxicating and that his hard cock was only inches
from my mouth.  I put my fingers in the waistband and slid his undies
down, careful not to hang up on his prick.  It was nearly hairless.  Just
a few soft strands of downy hairs atop the base of his 4-1/2 inches of
tubular meat.  His balls hung a bit in their nest, but not as far as they
soon would as puberty continued.  His sex organ was cut, and mostly an
even white, though it's head was a deep pink.  And it's girth was
comfortably small at maybe just over an inch.  My guess was he was 12
years of age.

"Ready?" I whispered.

He nodded.

I opened my lips, and my mouth was pierced by the kid's hot dick.  Oh,
just like old times, I thought.  I wagged my tongue on its underside, and
gently sucked while moving my head to give him the sensation of fucking
cunt.  I held him by his ass against me, hearing him moan softly as I
took his oral virginity.

I wished it could have lasted hours on end, but only a couple minutes
later the boy grabbed my head and grunted.  I felt a jet of hot juice
spurt against my throat, and I tasted the musky savor of his still watery
sex fluids.  He left it in my mouth until it began to soften.  He
withdrew it, but I took it in my fingers to lick the tip where cum was
still leaking out.  The boy was breathing hard, and his hands were still
on my head.  When nearly soft, now only about 2 inches long because of
the cold air conditioning, I kissed his lovely warm cock.  And he
giggled.

He reached down to put himself back together.  I got my wallet and fished
out $30.  I handed it to him and said,

"It couldn't have been more perfect!"

"Really?  I did good?"

This time I nodded.

We left and both went into the closest theater which was playing,
"License to Drive" with Corey Haim.  He sat next to me, close to the
back.  There were a few other patrons in the show, mostly girls, mostly
toward the front.  After a few minutes I asked him if he minded if I
jerked off.  He shook his head.  I unzipped and whipped my not so very
big dick.  I masturbated with the boy studying my every move.  I asked if
he did it.  He nodded.  Then I came.

I offered, but the 12-year-old declined to taste mine.  I zipped up and
we watched the rest of the movie in peace, or for me, bliss.

I saw the kid at the theater a few weeks later, but that's another
story.