Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 13:24:58 EDT
From: Linksysdon@aol.com
Subject: JAMIE & KYLE'S ADULT FRIEND (gay male, M,m,m)

My name is James, but my family and close friends have always called me
Jamie. As a child I was quite introverted and shy. Years later I also
realized that I was easily led by anyone who was outgoing and decisive. My
dad was an over-the-road truck driver, very aggressive and extremely
ambitious. We had moved five times by the time I had reached age12 as Dad
kept finding better paying truck lines to drive for and more favorable
routes. We settled in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and lived in a pleasant
middle class community.

Moving to a new city, enrolling in a new school and making new friends had
always been difficult for me, and Albuquerque was no exception. I was very
lonely and, being shy, kept to myself. Every day I would eat lunch by
myself in the school cafeteria, secretly wishing I were a part of one of
the many cliques that gathered at the same tables each lunch hour.

It was about six weeks into the school year when an event occurred that
altered my life forever. I was seated alone in the cafeteria, as usual,
when this boy I had never noticed before approached me and asked if he
could join me for lunch. I was a bit shocked, but inwardly excited by such
a nice looking boy actually seeking me out. I said "Sure," and told him my
name. He told me his name was Kyle. It turned out that he lived only a few
blocks from my house. He was in the 8th grade, one grade ahead of me, and
had recently had his 13th birthday. We chatted about school, I told him
about my moving around so much, and we decided we would meet again for
lunch the next day.

Meeting each noon in the cafeteria became routine, and our friendship
slowly developed. I found out that most Saturdays Kyle went to the large
mall that was located less than a mile from where I lived. One Friday he
asked me if I would like to join him at the mall the next day and just
"hang out."

I told him I would like to, but would have to get my mom's
permission. Permission was quickly granted because I think my mom saw this
as me finally "coming out of my shell."

For the next several Saturdays I met Kyle at the mall and we would just
walk around, looking in the shop windows and commenting on the girls who
were often prancing around in their tight jeans or short skirts. On one
particular Saturday we had both spent most of our weekly allowances and
were imagining what we could do if only we had a little more money.

Kyle surprised me when he said he knew a way we could make some money
fast. I was intrigued, and asked Kyle how. He was reluctant to say much
except that he knew a man named Mr. Fenton, a friend of his father's, who
lived only a short distance from the mall. He told me Mr. Fenton liked
young boys and if we visited him he would give us some money. I was a
little uneasy about this scheme but, as was usually the case, I was the
follower.

We rode our bikes about five or six blocks and came to an older but well
maintained apartment building. We locked our bikes to a tree and Kyle rang
one of the several doorbells. Within a few seconds a voice answered. Kyle
identified himself and said he was with his friend Jamie. There was a
buzzing sound and Kyle opened the door. We went to the elevator and Kyle
pushed the button for the 4th floor. It was obvious he had been here
several times before.

We soon arrived at a door with the number 412 on it, and Kyle rapped
lightly on the door. The door opened immediately and I saw Mr. Fenton for
the first time. He was about my mom's age, quite tall and slim and his dark
hair had a touch of gray in it. He seemed pleased to see us, and gave Kyle
a hug. Kyle introduced me and we were invited into the living room.

Mr. Fenton opened a cold drink for each of us and set out a plate of
cookies. He asked us how we were doing in school and we chatted for a few
minutes. At one point Mr. Fenton looked at me and said, "Will you excuse
Kyle and me for a few minutes? There is something I want to show him." He
turned on the TV and handed me the remote control. He and Kyle left the
living room and I heard a door close.

I don't remember how long they were gone, but it seemed like quite a long
time. I began to wonder what it was he wanted to show Kyle, and why it was
taking so long. Finally I heard the door open and shut, and they returned
to the living room, both with smiles on their faces.

After only a few minutes we said goodbye, and Mr. Fenton gave Kyle another
hug. I noticed that, as he was hugging Kyle, one of his hands reached down
and squeezed Kyle's bottom.

We rode our bikes back to the mall. Once inside, Kyle reached into the
pocket of his jeans and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. I was surprised,
to say the least, and my curiosity was driving me crazy. I was smart enough
to know that there was an association between the twenty dollars and what
had gone on while I sat alone in the living room.

Finally I felt compelled to ask Kyle what he had done to earn the twenty
dollars. Kyle looked at me with a very serious look on his face. "If I tell
you, it has to be our secret. If you ever tell anyone, I will not be your
friend anymore. Do you understand, Jamie?"

I swore I would never tell a soul, and I meant it because I could not bear
the thought of losing Kyle as my friend.

"Mr. Fenton is a perv," he said.

"What is a perv?" I asked in all innocence.

Kyle looked at me as though I was a moron for not knowing this word. "Perv
is short for pervert. Mr. Fenton is a pervert. He likes to feel-up young
boys like you and me. Now do you get it?" he said.

To ensure that I knew what Mr. Fenton was, he went on to tell me how
Mr. Fenton liked to put his hand inside Kyle's pants and feel his
genitals. At this point I was stunned, but I also had many questions. I
asked him how many times he had done it with Mr. F? Did he always get
twenty dollars for letting Mr. F touch him? What else did they do when they
were in the bedroom?

Kyle replied that he also put his hand inside Mr. F's pants and played with
his cock. When they are alone they usually both got naked and did lots of
other stuff.

Finally I asked him if he did these things just for the money. Kyle had a
slight smile on his face and said, "No, I like the things we do together. I
would do it for nothing, but Mr. F doesn't know that, so why should I tell
him?"

Before we left the mall Kyle reminded me of my promise to keep this a
secret and then said, "Mr. Fenton told me he thought you were cute, and
wondered if you would like to play these special games with him."

Getting to sleep that night was not easy. My mind kept wandering back to
events that had occurred earlier that day and the things Kyle had admitted
to me. I also thought of the many times my mom had warned me about "dirty
old men" who might offer me candy or other enticements if I allowed them to
touch me in my private places. Was Mr. F a "dirty old man?" And hadn't Kyle
told me he liked having Mr. F touch him? I was a very confused boy.

The following Monday I didn't see Kyle until lunch time in the cafeteria. I
was reluctant to broach the subject of our visit with Mr. F, but Kyle
"broke the ice" when he looked at me very seriously and said, "You didn't
tell anyone, did you?"

Of course I knew immediately what he was referring to, and I assured him I
had kept my promise to keep our little adventure a secret. Kyle seemed
relieved, and the subject was not brought up again until the following
Saturday when we met at the mall.

As was often the case, we were short of money to go to the afternoon
movie. Without really thinking, I blurted out, "Why don't we go and see
Mr. Fenton?" Kyle looked at me unsmilingly and replied, "Okay, but this
time it's your turn to go into the bedroom with him."

I was a little stunned by his remark, but couldn't come up with a logical
reason why it should always be Kyle who was the one to satisfy Mr. Fenton's
lust for young boys. Kyle tried to calm my fears by saying I didn't have to
do anything except let Mr. F "feel me up."

Somewhat reluctantly, I told Kyle I would do it. Kyle then told me to wait
a minute and walked over to one of the pay telephones. I couldn't hear what
he was saying but after a short time he came back to where I was waiting
and said, "Let's go to Mr. Fenton's apartment."

We got on our bikes and soon arrived at Mr. F's apartment. He greeted us
warmly and gave us cold drinks and cookies again. After about 10 minutes he
said to Kyle, "Why don't you watch TV for a while so I can show Jamie the
rest of the apartment."

 Kyle turned on the TV and Mr. F took me by the hand, led me into his
bedroom, and closed the door. He sat down on the edge of the bed, with me
standing in front of him, facing him. I was so nervous that my hands were
trembling. He reached out and placed his hands on the cheeks of my
buttocks, pulling me close to him.

"You've never done this before have you, Jamie?" he said softly. I shook my
head indicating my answer was "No." My mouth was too dry to speak. He tried
to calm my fears by telling me that he and Kyle had done this many times,
and how much they both enjoyed it. He told me to take my shoes off.

I did as he told me and then stood up in front of him as I had before. Next
he undid the button at the waist of my jeans and slowly pulled down the
zipper. Then he slid my jeans down to my ankles. Instinctively I raised one
foot and then the other. I was wearing my jockey shorts and Mr. F said, "I
just love the way your shorts mold your genitals. You look like a
well-developing young man."

Next he reached out and lifted my T-shirt up to my armpits. I lifted my
arms up, making it easy for him to remove it from my body. For several
seconds he just sat on the edge of the bed gazing at me. I noticed his eyes
were glazed over. Mr. F reached out and began to stroke his hands up and
down my chest and tummy and back. No one had ever done anything like this
to me before and I had to admit to myself that it felt really good.

Mr. F whispered, "That feels nice, doesn't it, boy?" I had no reason to lie
so I said yes. After several minutes he put his arms around my waist and
pulled me closer to him. The next thing I knew, he put his lips against one
of my little boy titties. It felt wonderful as his tongue swirled around
one tiny nipple and then the other. He told me that men can enjoy each
other's breasts just as much as women do, and that he liked my smooth, soft
skin.

Then he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of my shorts and
slowly pulled them down to the floor. I stepped out of them as I had done a
short time ago with my jeans. Mr. F reached down and picked up my jockeys
from the floor, brought the crotch up to his nose and inhaled deeply. "I
just love the smell of a boy's underwear," he said.

A moment later I felt his hands on my bottom again, but this time one of
his fingers worked its way into my ass crack. It moved slowly downward
until I felt it come to rest on my rose bud. I wondered now why I had been
reluctant to do this, and I was beginning to understand Kyle's earlier
comment about how he would do it with Mr. F even if there were no money
involved.

Mr. F then told me to lie on my back on the bed and to spread my legs
wide. He ran his hands up the inner sides of my thighs from my knees,
eventually running a finger slowly up and down my little cock. I couldn't
help letting out a loud sigh.

"You like playing fuck games with me don't you my little boy-slut?" he
murmured. I had heard the word fuck before, and knew it was a naughty word,
but somehow it excited me to hear it coming from Mr. F's mouth. I didn't
know what the word slut meant but I knew that what he was doing to my horny
little body me was very pleasant, and I hoped he would just keep it up.

I could feel my penis getting hard, and Mr. F noticed it right away. "You
are getting nice and big for me my darling boy. I love playing with young
boys' penises and especially when they are nice and hard," he said. "Close
your eyes and I will give you a special treat, Jamie. But first you have to
tell me you want to be my special fuck toy," he said.

At that point I would have said or done anything he asked. "Yes Mr. F, I
want to be your special fuck toy," I answered. A moment later I watched him
move his head lower and I could feel his breath against my hardened little
cock. The next thing I remember is the feeling of his lips kissing my
cock. Then he began wedging his tongue between my cock and balls and moving
it up and down my little fuck pole.

Oh God, it felt so wonderful I thought I was going to faint. I didn't know
much at the time but I soon came to realize that Mr. F was rubbing his
tongue all over my cock and balls. I had some lovely feeling in my tummy
and my cock that I found out later was a mini orgasm.

I didn't move for several minutes. Finally Mr. F said we had better go back
to the living room where Kyle was waiting for us. A short time later Kyle
and I rode our bikes back to the mall. Once inside, I smiled at Kyle and
pulled a twenty dollar bill from my jeans pocket.

Kyle said, "I think you liked being perved by Mr. Fenton." I told him I was
frightened at first, but once I had stripped down to just my jockeys most
of the fear had evaporated. Kyle smiled at me and said, "Let's go spend our
hard earned money."

When money comes too easily, it can quickly become addictive. With me, a
pattern was becoming established. Every Saturday Kyle and I would meet at
the mall just after it opened at 10:00 a.m. and chat a bit about school and
other inane topics until one of us said, "Do you want to wait for awhile or
should we go now?"

We each knew what the other meant. We also knew that Mr. F would be
anxiously awaiting our arrival. For several weeks we would alternate as the
one to satisfy Mr. F's perverse desires. One of us would go into the
bedroom with Mr. F for about half an hour while the other watched TV in the
living room. Then it was back on our bikes to the mall to spend our ill
gotten gains.

After several weeks, it became apparent that Mr. F's sexual appetite was
nearly insatiable. On one particular Saturday, it was Kyle's turn to be the
object of Mr. F's lust while I was to watch TV. After almost an hour Kyle,
came back to where I was sitting watching some kid's show and said, "Mr. F
wants you to come to his bedroom." I could hardly believe what Kyle had
said to me. I guess I had, without being fully conscious of it, become a
preteen hooker, because the first thing I said was, "Will he give us
another twenty dollars?"

Kyle said, "Oh yes, I asked him that when he told me he was still horny and
said Jamie would also get twenty dollars if he came to his bedroom." I said
okay and Kyle sat down in the chair I had vacated.

When I entered the bedroom and closed the door I found Mr. F totally naked
lying on his bed. One hand was playing with one of his swollen testicles
and the other was slowly stroking his cock. "Oh God Jamie, I'm so
horny. Get undressed and come onto the bed with me my darling boy," he
said.

I was starting to enjoy these encounters and began to feel a sense of
power. I felt that I could have made him beg to violate my preteen body if
I had wanted to but I was not quite ready to take that giant leap
forward. I was still essentially passive.

Mr. Fenton rolled over onto his side facing me. Soon I felt his full lips
pressing against mine. Though he was an adult, he was freshly shaved, and
his skin was smooth and nicely scented. I knew what he wanted, and opened
my mouth to accept his invading tongue. As our kiss continued, his hand
came to rest on my genitals. Ever since the tender age of 10 I have had
extremely sensitive genitals and my response was not lost on Mr. F.

After what must have been a full minute of French kissing as he fondled my
cock and balls, he finally broke the kiss and whispered, "Oh I'm so hot
baby. You just have to help me get off again." With that he took my hand
and placed it between his legs. I now knew what he wanted and ran my hand
slowly up between his thighs and onto his throbbing adult manhood.

He was hard and hot. I put my hand as far around his cock as it could
reach, my fingers barely touching the tip of my thumb. Mr. F was moaning
and saying things like, "Oh baby, fuck me; fuck your horny daddy you little
boy slut." I knew it would not take much more time to make him cum so I
began moving my hand slowly up and down. He was so hard that my moving hand
made the head of his penis stick out shiny and smooth like a fireman's
hat. Mr. F was making obscene noises that seemed to add excitement for the
both of us.

"Faster, harder, Jamie; pump Daddy's cock with both your hands," he
pleaded. Once again I felt the sense of potential power I believed I could
have exerted over this older man, had I chosen to do so. My hand was now
moving faster and I was pumping him as fast as I could. I positioned myself
so my other hand was free. I moved my left hand to his balls and began
fondling them while I pumped his cock.

Although I had nothing to compare it with at the time, I realized many
years later that Mr. F had a very large cock. It poked up from his pubic
hair at least eight- and-a-half inches and was very stiff. I moved my right
hand up from the base to the head, squeezing it so that the head stood out
red and swollen. That was all it took.  Mr. F's body stiffened and he cried
out, "Yes, oh fuck yes; I'm cumming, Jamie." I kept my hand on his cock as
his penis shot out a huge wad of semen that splashed all over my hand, and
some of it up onto my face. It spurted out several times and then dwindled
to a slow flow, running down the length of his prick and onto his balls.

When he had come down from his high, Mr. F reached down, took hold of my
hand and lifted it up to my face. I could see his cum on my fingers as he
gently pushed my fingers against my lips. The smell was intoxicating. I
tentatively opened my lips, allowing my slimy fingers to enter my
mouth. The taste was unusual but not unpleasant. Soon I was actively
sucking his creamy cum off my fingers. I didn't realize it at the time but
it was a taste I would grow to love.

Mr. F and I slowly got back into our clothes and washed ourselves in his
bathroom. Kyle had a big smile on his face as we entered the living
room. "Have fun?" he asked. Before I could answer Mr. F said, "I'm so lucky
to have two good boys like you to play with."

Kyle and I rode our bikes back to the mall. We had stayed so long at
Mr. F's place that we were too late for the afternoon movie. We went to the
food mart instead, had a hamburger and coke, and felt very pleased with our
lot in life. It was early June and summer vacation was just beginning.

to be continued...

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