Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 05:14:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Subject: Just Like Old Times 1 Just Like Old Times - Part 1 Time: Late Summer, 1990 Dusk was turning to darkness as the man drove past the row house where he'd spent the first 13 years of his childhood. He didn't stop, though. He didn't know anyone who lived in the old neighborhood anymore. It had been 25 years since his father had gotten the job promotion that took the family to a new home, 400 miles away. And it was only a year ago that the man had moved his own family back to this city of his birth. The neighborhood was more run-down than when he'd left in 1965, but it hadn't become a dangerous slum... unlike so many other residential areas near the city's urban core. As the tall trees of Swift Creek Park came into view, the man felt a sudden spike in the adrenalin that had been flowing through his body since he had set out from home, 20 minutes ago. His penis was stiffening, and he adjusted it in his khakis. His hand lingered, gently squeezing the hard 6-inch cock. There was an almost-magical transition from the gritty streets of the working-class neighborhood to the green solitude of the large woodland park. He opened the windows of the Lexus sedan and breathed the warm, humid air of the summer evening. The scent was a sensory flashback to his childhood. He turned onto Swift Creek Drive -- the two-lane road that meandered through the middle of the park. Soon he passed a car pulled over to the side. A teenage boy was leaning in through the passenger-side window to talk to the driver. The man looked in his rear-view mirror and saw the boy get into the car. "Yes... that's all there is to it... no need to be so anxious," the man assured himself as he squeezed his throbbing erection again. What was it about being in this city that made the urge burn so strongly? All through his high school and college years, through his 20s and most of the way through his 30s, he had held the urges in check... confining them to the safety of his masturbation fantasies. But ever since he'd moved back here, settling with his wife and two young kids in an upscale suburb on the other side of town, the itch had become so strong that he began taking risks. Arranging encounters with anonymous men had been surprisingly easy. Answering ads in the "personals" section of the alternative paper, and eventually placing ads himself, had tapped into a world of married bisexuals in search of discrete gay sex. He'd gotten together with "suck-buddies" once or twice a month for nearly a year... but never more than once with the same man. Whenever he was asked "Can we do this again?" (and nearly all of his partners had asked), he declined. He had no desire for a relationship... just the sex. The secretive meetings in cheap motel rooms had definitely been erotic... getting naked and wrestling around playfully on the bed... kissing, stroking, sucking... the thrill of having hot semen pulsing into his mouth ... receiving oral sex that was indescribably better than his wife's reluctant efforts. But each time, the euphoria wore off quickly, because there was a disconnect between these encounters and his sexual cravings. In the masturbation fantasies, he wasn't with another man... he was with a boy. His imagination kept returning to the boys who had shared his early-adolescent sex play, during the last 6 months or so before he moved away. His memories centered primarily on Bobby, his 13- year-old classmate and best friend... the boy with whom he'd gone the farthest in their mutual exploration of sexuality. But there others with whom he had shared sexual fun... like the cute 12-year-old twins who lived next door. And the sexy and self- confident 14-year-old who had been the original instigator of the wonderful sex games. In all, there had been a dozen or so neighborhood boys of similar ages that had been involved in the fun, to a greater or lesser degree. Adventures of sexual discovery were burned into the man's memory. He could close his eyes and see himself with a group of his friends, getting together in the basement at Bobby's house while his parents were at work, playing strip poker games and feeling up each other's impossibly-stiff erections. And he could probably still find the secluded area of Swift Creek Park where neighborhood boys got together for circle jerks on summer nights... sometimes as many as 10 at a time, watching each other stroke and shoot. And then there were the private one-on-one times with Bobby... two naked 13-year-old bodies hugging each other atop a twin bed or on the soft ground of the forest floor... two throbbing boy-boners humping together urgently... mutual masturbation that climaxed in blissful orgasms and wild sprays of youthful semen... the hesitant experiments with the taboo thrill of cock sucking... the kisses they had shared, for the first time, on the night before his departure. Years later, as the man sank into the routines of middle-age, he realized that the exhilaration he had felt during those 6 months of innocent, uninhibited sexuality was more intensely satisfying than anything he had felt since. That phase of his life had ended abruptly after his family's move. The new friends in his new home town never talked about sex between two boys... except in derogatory jokes about faggots. But he cheerfully joined in their obsession with girly magazines and their constant talk about trying to get some action from girls. He shared their desire to do sexual things with a girl, though he was too shy to pursue the matter. He knew, however, that he'd instantly get a reputation as a faggot if he so much as mentioned any of the homoerotic thoughts that churned in his imagination as he masturbated, alone in his room. The man had never seriously considered the possibility that he would ever again do sexual things with a boy. But that changed in an instant when one of the suck-buddies had mentioned in passing about the pick-up scene in Swift Creek Park... and that you could sometimes pick up boys who traded sex for money. Since then, hardly an hour went by when his mind didn't stray into fantasies of what it might be like to pick up a young hustler, pay him some money, and... As the car slowly rounded a bend on the dimly-lit park road, the man saw a figure standing along the sidewalk. Not under a street light, but not totally in the shadows either. Definitely a boy. What did he look like? How old was he? Was he looking to be picked up? The man slowed down even more. The boy was looking at him, but there was a neutral expression on his face. He was wearing jeans and a tight tee-shirt. Slender; maybe 5'3" [160 cm]; dark-haired "Mediterranean" looks. Could this be it? Should I just pull over beside him and stop? Was the boy supposed to make some sort of signal? The man's mind buzzed with excitement and apprehension. He realized that he knew nothing about how this process actually worked. Why hadn't he asked the suck-buddy for more details? The man's heart was pounding in his chest. He wanted to stop, but what if the boy wasn't a hustler after all? With the car practically beside him, the boy stuck out his thumb as if hitchhiking. The man quickly stopped. The boy walked up to the window and looked in, but said nothing. "Uh... you want a ride?" asked the man, unable to think of anything else to say. "OK." The boy slid into the passenger seat. The man got a good look at him before the car's overhead light clicked off as the boy closed the door. He was pleasant-looking, with soulful dark eyes and long lashes, a sensuous mouth, and unblemished skin. How old... 12? 13? 14? He had scraggly black hair that hadn't seen a barber for a while. He might not be conventionally "cute", but the man felt an instant and intense attraction. "So... where you headed?" asked the man after long moments of uncomfortable silence. The car was still stopped at the curb. "No place in particular, I guess," the boy replied quietly. "How about you?" He looked over at the man and gave a sly half-grin. His voice was at that awkward mid-way point between a youngster's soprano and an older lad's tenor. "I'm just driving around." The man pulled away from the curb and started driving deeper into the park. "So... uh... I guess you're interested in making some money?" "Yeah." "How about if we..." "I'm not gay," blurted the boy suddenly, his voice cracking a bit. "I mean," he continued in a calmer voice; "just so you know up front. I have a girlfriend, ya know." "I'm not gay either," said the man. For an instant the boy's face made a smirk, as if to say 'yeah; right!' Then he assumed a serious expression and said "I don't suck or make out, and I don't take it in the ass. If you want any of that stuff, I'll just get out now." "OK. That's cool." He would have loved to kiss the boy... those full lips were wonderfully erotic. And he always appreciated getting sucked. As for fucking, he had never tried it with a guy, either top or bottom. He'd always declined when one of his suck-buddies had raised the subject. "How much do you charge to... uh...." "You want to suck me off?" asked the boy. The man nodded; that was exactly what he wanted. "If we do it around here it's $20, paid up front. If you want to take me someplace, it's more... depends where you want to go and for how long." The man contemplated the idea of taking the boy to one of the motels where he met men for sex, but decided that the dangers of discovery were too great. "Let's stay around here. Where should we go?" "Turn off your headlights and hang a right into this picnic area. You can park behind the pavilion. Nobody'll see your car from the road." As the man pulled off the main road and swung behind the big open-air pavilion, he heard the sound of a zipper. He glanced over and in the dim light saw the boy raising his hips to slide his jeans and underpants down his thighs a few inches. "Wanna feel me up?" The man turned off the ignition and reached over into the boy's lap. His fingers touched soft, warm flesh, and he stopped breathing for a long moment as he carefully explored the flaccid circumcised penis and silky ball-sack. Both seemed well along into pubescence. "Oh, yeah!" sighed the man, as the boy's penis quickly rose up in response to his fondling, stiffening to a slender 5-inch boner. His mouth watered as he twisted around in his seat so that he could suck the wonderful boy-cock, barely visible in the dim light of a half-moon. "Let's get someplace more comfortable," said the boy. "Back seat? Outside?" "Yeah; that would be good. How about outside so I can see better." "I need the $20 now; OK?" "Sure." The man pulled out the money and handed it over. "Ya better turn off the overhead light. Ya don't want a light shining when we open the doors." The man reached up and clicked the switch on the dome light, and then got out of the car. The boy opened the door and swung his legs to the side. He slid off his shoes -- untied, with the laces tucked in -- and then removed his jeans and underpants completely. He put his shoes back on, stood up, and pulled his tee-shirt up over his head. 'He's beautiful!' thought the man, as he gazed at the boy's naked body in the glow of moonlight. The boy walked around to the back of the car, carrying his clothing with him. He hopped up on short trunk lid and lay back against the back window with his legs spread and his head resting on one of his forearms. He slowly stroked his penis, keeping it totally rigid as he waited to be sucked. The man came around and paused, marveling at the vision of boyhood beauty. He could see every detail in this light. 'Damn!' thought the man. He looks just like Bobby! Not his face, but the body. The strong shoulders. The wiry muscles of his arms. The tiny stiff nipples set in almost invisible tan discs on his smooth chest. The tight waist, with only enough softness to keep him from looking undernourished. And, as the boy stopped stroking himself and brought both hands behind his head.... oh, God, yes!... the most perfectly formed boy-cock, and a loose, compact scrotum with three-quarters-mature balls. There was a small, sparse fringe of dark hairs at the base of the penis, looking if they had sprouted only in the past couple months, but his body was otherwise hairless. As he ran his hands over the boy's body, the man giddily realized that this lad was even sexier than any of the images his imagination had manufactured over the years. As his fingers lovingly fondled the ball-sack and stiff penis, he trembled with the anticipation of the boyish erection sliding through his lips and along his tongue. But first he continued his exploration down the gorgeous body, caressing the soft, slender thighs and the peach-fuzz-covered calves. "Can I take off your shoes?" "Yeah; for a while. But then I wanna put them back on, in case I need to make a run for the woods.... You know; if the cops come back here." The man decided not to dwell on the thought of the police finding them like this. Instead, he concentrated on the boy's bare feet as he removed the shoes (Air Jordans -- very expensive!). The boy wore no socks, and the man began fondling the almost-delicate feet... smooth, graceful, not yet full-grow. As the man caressed one of the bare feet with both hands, the boy brought the other one up to the man's crotch and rubbed it back and forth against the firm erection inside his pants. The man undid his khakis, pulled his trousers and undershorts down to his knees, and groaned with lust as the boy's toes tickled the sensitive flesh of the circumcised cock-head and slid up and down the shaft. "Let me show you something," said the boy, pulling his foot from the man's hands. He brought both bare feet together on either side of the man's cock, the soles pressing together and the erection sandwiched in between. "Go ahead... fuck my feet." The man thrust his hips gently and was incredibly aroused by the electric pleasure as his cock slid between the warm, baby-soft skin on the arches of the sexy feet. He began a slow, rhythmic fucking, as his fingers caressed the tops of the feet and the slender toes. As he rocked his stiff penis back and forth, the man was almost overwhelmed by this new sexual thrill. After a couple minutes, the boy put his feet down. "Too much of a strain to hold them like that. Wanna suck me now?" "Yes!" sighed the man, as he placed the shoes back on the boy's feet. And then he leaned forward. His fingers slid up along the satin skin of the boy's inner thighs, explored the soft scrotum and the boyish orbs within, and encircled the graceful 5-inch erection, stroking it slowly and gently. The man's head dipped down. He inhaled the scent of the boy's crotch -- an intoxicating combination of soap-smell, sweat, and subtle musk. His tongue flicked out to tease the slender cock-head, then drew a wet line down the shaft. Lifting the boy's balls, he licked and nibbled at the silky ball-sack and explored each robin's-egg ball with his lips. Then he licked his way back up the rigid penis to the slender crown and let it glide between his wet lips. Time stood still for him; everything else ceased to exist as his lips and tongue began to worship the rigid cock with a reverence that approached religious fervor. His fantasies of what it would be like to suck a young boy's stiff penis hadn't even come close to the equaling the ecstatic pleasure of actually doing it. He sucked Bobby's erection a few times, 25 years ago, but back then he'd had little appreciation for the total sensual delight of sucking a hard boy-cock. The man moaned in grateful, hungry whimpers as his mouth moved up and down along the entire length of the slender shaft, easily taking it into the entrance of his throat with each down-stroke. The man did everything he could think of to bring increasing pleasure to the boy, twisting his head from side to side as he sucked, letting the boy's cock-head graze the roof of his mouth, burrowing the tip of his tongue into the piss-slit. The boy brought his hands to the man's head, sliding his fingers through the hair, subtly guiding the tempo of the man's sucking. The boy's hips began to twitch, making little upward thrusts each time the man's mouth slid down to the base of the rigid erection. The man reached down between the boy's splayed legs and cupped the boy's butt cheeks in his hands... the youngster's ass was so smooth, rounded, slender. The boy's hips responded by thrusting a little harder, and the man felt the ass muscles flex with each thrust. The lad made no sounds, other than quick deep breaths, as the tension began to build inside him. When he brought his legs up onto the man's shoulders, he began to hump his crotch into the man's mouth, and his hands held tighter to the man's head. The man thought for a moment about sliding a spit-slick finger into the boy's rectum, rubbing the prostate and sending the kid into orgasmic nirvana. He'd learned the technique months ago, and each man he'd used it on had been delighted with the explosive result. But he realized the boy would likely be squeamish about a customer penetrating his anus, so he discarded the notion. He continued to fondle and squeeze the sexy butt cheeks, feeling the tension in them, feeling each urgent thrust. The boy was now fucking the man's face intensely, groping for the release of orgasm. The slender erection churned wildly into the man's mouth. The man wouldn't have been able to take it if he were sucking a thick man-cock. But now, with this boy, it was perfect... it was heaven. The boy was close... so close. The man suctioned hard with his cheeks and the boyish boner raced in and out of his wet lips. He squeezed hard on the boy's butt-flesh as he felt the boy's muscles go rigid. And for the first time the boy vocalized his pleasure, as the wave of sexual climax crashed through him. "Oh! Oh! Oh! AHHHHH!" Not loudly, but music to the man's ears. A spurt of cum shot hard into the man's mouth, as if from a gun. It was followed quickly by two more. There wasn't as much volume as with a man, but the velocity was astounding. The man slowed his sucking as spasms shuddered through the boy's body, and he savored the taste of the sweet boy-cum. "Enough! It's too intense! Stop sucking," begged the boy. He caught his breath for a moment and hopped off the car. "Jesus!... Fuckin' shit, dude! That was a good one!" He reached for his shirt and slid it on. "Glad you liked it." The man's pants where still around his knees. His cock was still rigid, even though he hadn't touched it the whole time he was sucking. He started to masturbate. "Could you... uh... would you stay naked for a while, so I can look at you while I get off?" The man knew that sounded queer and hoped the boy wouldn't take offense. "No prob," said the boy, pulling the shirt off again. "For that matter, I'll give you a hand-job if you like. I won't suck you, though." "Sure!" said the man, and he waited to see how the boy would want to do it. "Strip," said the boy, in a firm voice. The man's arousal was heightened by the hint of dominance/submission play, and he hastened to pull off his polo shirt, his khakis, and his boxers. He stood nude before the boy, knowing that his body was in excellent condition for a 38-year-old. He put his hands behind his head and flexed. The boy's eyes scanned up and down, for several long moments. "You do weights or something?" "Yes; running too." The boy, still naked except for shoes, reached out to touch the man. His hands slid along the flexing biceps and then onto the man's muscled chest. The boy's fingers explored the stiff, manly nipples and soft chest hair... then trailed down the torso to the man's crotch. Finger tips lifted the full balls as if weighing them, then traced over the veined surface of the man's erection. Finally his hand squeezed it lightly, assessing its girth. "Nice one," murmured the boy, as he began stroking the thick 6-inch cock and toyed with the flared cock-head, causing a drop to form at the slit. Then he moved around behind the man, still holding the boner in his right hand, and wrapped his arms around the man's mid-section. His left hand took hold of the man's balls. The man felt his knees go weak as the boy began masturbating in firm strokes and gently squeezing his balls. "Lean against the car," the boy directed. "You know, like when the cops say 'assume the position'." The man didn't care for the little joke about the police, but he complied instantly, placing his hands on the car's trunk with his ass raised up as if waiting to be spanked. "Bend your knees some more, and get your ass a little lower," instructed the boy. When the man hunched down, the lad's crotch pushed up against the man's ass. The man could feel the soft penis pressing against him, and he loved the sensations of the skin-on-skin contact. His desire was growing stronger with each stroke of the boy's fist, and he thrust his hips back in time with the masturbation. Then he realized that the boy's penis was stiffening as it humped the man's butt, first sliding along the bottom behind the man's balls, then up along the cleft of the cheeks. The virility of the boy's cock, with its ability to regain a full erection only minutes after orgasm, amazed the man. "Want me to fuck you?" asked the boy, as his rigid boner nudged the man's anus. "Yes!" answered the man without hesitation, to his own surprise. "Yes; fuck me!" Though he'd never been fucked, the man had plenty of experience with fingers (his own and other men's) in his asshole. He'd even bought a dildo-shaped vibrator and used it on himself for a while, before discarding it for fear of his wife discovering it. The boy stopped masturbating the man's cock, and the man heard him spitting. A few moments later, the boy's hand was in front of the man's face. "Spit," said the boy. The hand went away, then returned. "More spit." This time, the saliva-covered fingers went to the man's anus, probing roughly into the circle of muscle. "Here goes," said the boy, and he positioned his cock-head at the anal entrance. The man flexed open just as the boy thrust forward forcefully, and the slender spit-slick boner penetrated almost to the hilt. The man winced at the sudden discomfort, but as the boy's stiff penis began sliding in and out, a warm pleasure spread out from his tight hole and stoked his lust. He reached down and began masturbating himself, as the boy wrapped his arms around the man's chest and began thrusting vigorously. The man pushed his ass back every time the boy's crotch thrust forward. "Oh, God! Fuck me! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh, God! Do it!" urged the man in pleading tones, as he stroked himself harder. His entire body was churning with pleasure as he desperately jacked his penis, rushing himself to orgasm, with no patience to slow down and make it last. His cock was ready to burst, and he was compulsively driven to make it achieve that goal. The boy's fuck-strokes were similarly without moderation, plowing fast and hard into the man's tight, hot ass. The man was the first to cum, crying out with shameless ecstasy. "Oh, shit! Yes! Here it cums! Oh! OH! YESSSS!!!" As the boy continued to fuck him, the man let fly a rope of semen that splattered the license plate of his car. His anal muscle clenched spasmodically around the boy-cock that was thrusting into him wildly. The man's body and mind were ablaze with pure animal lust as his orgasm seemed to go on and on, spurred by the hard shaft churning in his rectum. The man only became aware that the boy had orgasmed when the thrusting stopped. There were no shouts or groans... only the sound of ragged breathing and the thudding of a rapid heartbeat as the boy's chest pressed tightly against the man's back. The youthful erection slipped out of the asshole, and both man and boy sighed, simultaneously. Maybe it was his imagination, but the man thought he could feel the boy's lips pressing lightly against him... a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. But when the man reached up to hold the boy's hands in his own, the boy pulled back, suddenly in a hurry to end the encounter. The man stood up and turned around. The boy had picked up the man's boxers off the ground and was using them to clean himself off, then tossed them to the man. "That was cool!" said the boy as he pulled on his white briefs. "I've never fucked a grown-up before... just a couple buddies in the neighborhood." He had a wistful look on his face that suddenly turned flustered. "And my girlfriend, too, of course." The man resisted the urge to smile. He understood all too well the boy's insecurities about sexuality. As the man dressed, he took out his wallet and pulled out another $20 bill, handing it to the boy. "You don't need to do that," said the boy. "It's a gift, just because I like you." "In that case, sure. Thanks!" He took the bill and stuffed it in his pocket. "By the way, my name is Bill," said the man, holding out his hand to shake. "I'm Bobby," said the boy, taking the hand and pressing it. The man felt a warm glow. "Bobby, huh? It's a nice name." "I guess." "How old are you, Bobby... if you don't mind me asking." "Thirteen." The man couldn't help but smile. This was so perfect! "Where do you want me to drop you off," asked Bill as he opened the car door. "I'll just walk," said Bobby. "Can we do this again?" "Sure. Just drive along the park road in the evening when the weather's nice. Maybe I'll be out here lookin' for work. Just be sure and have the money... OK?" He winked and smiled. Then he turned and walked off through the picnic area, and in an instant he was swallowed by the darkness. "Feels like old times," the man murmured to himself as he started the car. He glowed with a feeling of exhilaration and total satisfaction, unlike anything he'd known since he was 13 years old himself. "Yeah; just like old times." End of Part 1 Write to me at bil47_new@yahoo.com