Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2004 14:13:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: home_made_homos@yahoo.com
Subject: The Long and Winding Road-Boy

It was an early summer day. Unremarkable, ordinary, but beautiful. This
was my favorite time of year in Connecticut- it was just warm enough to
take your shirt off and hang out, but no so humid that you were dying to
get back inside.

I had gotten off work early that day, and decided to take the long way
home. The 69 Pontiac convertible I had purchased last winter had just
come out of storage, and this was the first day it was nice enough for me
to put the top down. I had dreamed of having a car just like this from
the time I was old enough to drive. But now, at the ripe old age of 31, I
finally had enough money to buy it. On top of that, I was feeling a bit
randy- I had just lost about 60 lbs and was proud to show off my new,
slim body. I slipped my sunglasses on, and hopped into the car.

Intentionally, I took the route that would take me through the low-income
housing neighborhood of my little town. It consisted of townhouse-style
apartments, and was heavily occupied by young families. The reason why I
decided to take this particular route was because of these young
families. The area was always jam-packed with young boys running around,
also with no shirts on. I knew I was a boylover, but had resolved myself
to never being able to act on these impulses. So, to satiate my appetite
for boys, I just admired them from afar. And admire I did... whenever I
could.

As I passed through the neighborhood on this particular day however, I
was disappointed to see that the shirtless boys were definitely not in
abundance. Completely absent, as a matter of fact. I continued on my
drive home.

I did take one unusual turn, however. There was a very windy back road
that took me a little out of my way, but I wanted to see how the car
would handle the sharp curves. It did beautifully- hugging the pavement
like a train on a track. As I took one of the final turns, I caught
something out of the corner of my eye. There was a beautiful boy, about
12 or 13, wearing nothing but rather short white shorts and rollerblades.
He had just popped up at the end of his driveway and checked out my car
as I passed. I had to crank my head at the last possible moment to catch
a glimpse of him. Maybe I would get a glance at a nice boy after all!

I didn't get a good enough look, I thought. I had to turn around and
look again. I pulled into someone's driveway, and turned around. I came
to the same curve, but intentionally took it slower this time. He wasn't
there anymore. Ho well, I thought. As I continued down the road, I saw
him on the other side of the street, skating in the same direction as me.
Sheesh, this kid has some muscular legs! His butt looked round and firm,
like two honeydew melons underneath their snow-white covering. I drove
past slower than I had been going, but still fast enough so that the kid
wouldn't suspect a thing. Just as I went past, he turned and we caught
eyes. His eyes were as blue as the New England summer sky that day. The
bowl-cut of his dark-brown hair was very flattering, letting the straight
bangs just brush his eyebrows. There was a halo of light from the sun
reflecting off his hair. His just-budding sexuality was such a turn-on. I
wondered if he even had a clue as to how sexy he really was. I would
swear that, when we made eye contact, he gave me a sly little grin. He
was just probably admiring the car. Or maybe not. This was the kind of
kid who could totally drive me crazy.

I went past him. I needed another look. Just a look, I thought, no harm
in that. I pulled into a house that had one of those rainbow-shaped
driveways so that I could make the turn pretty quickly.

My car went slowly around on bend, then another. Where did he go? Did he
sense what was going on, and decide to hide out from this creep who was
practically stalking him? Was he in his house telling his Mom to call the
Cops at that very moment? My mind raced.

One more curve. There he was! He was standing on the side of the road,
hands on hips, almost as if waiting for me to come back. I drove slowly
past, and realized that the kid was definitely admiring more than my car.
I looked at him in a way that was unmistakably amorous- head pointed
down, eyes above the rim of the glasses. Was he licking his lips? This
was too much for me. The most I was hoping for was a nice glimpse at his
fine boy body for me to visualize while whacking off that night, and this
kid was giving me a whole fantasy.

Suddenly, I was distracted from my skater boy. The car was sputtering and
rapidly slowing down. What was happening? I looked at the dashboard
gauges. Oh my god, the car is overheating! Terrific. I knew I should have
had it totally checked out before driving it all this way.

I pulled the car over onto a dirt road that was just cut into the trees
for a new development of houses. Luckily there was nobody on the road-
the backhoes and bulldozers were parked neatly off to the side, as if
waiting for their owners to return. The Pontiac smelled like coolant. I
didn't know much about cars, but I was familiar with that smell. I
turned the car off and pulled the hood release. I'm only about a mile
from home, I thought as I stepped out of the car. And all because I was
perv-ing out on some kid. As if on cue, right as I thought of him, the
kid came around the corner, about 200 feet away, and stopped. He was
standing in the middle of the road, straddling the line. He looked like
he was posing for some advertisement! One hand on hip, one foot pointed
out away from his body. If he were nude, I thought, he would look like
some sort of Greek statue.

Right... back to the matter at hand, I thought. Opening the hood, there
was a coolant smell, but it didn't appear to be leaking from anywhere. I
looked at the reservoir... empty. I knew better than to open the radiator
cap, but I needed to check it. Too hot to touch, I took off my shirt and
wrapped it around my hand to grab the cap.

"You're not supposed to open it when the engine is hot," the voice came
out of nowhere. It was him, I found it so hard to believe that I was so
distracted that I didn't even notice this boy-god come up to the car!
"You could really get hurt."

Stunned, it took me a little too long to respond. "I think it's
completely empty, so it's okay," I finally blurted out. Close up, this
kid was even hotter than I had originally thought. His smooth,
unblemished face was a little pinkish from the rigorous skating. He still
had a little bit of what we called a "farmer's tan", his arms were
pretty dark, but the part of his upper body normally covered by a shirt
was a little more pale. I figured school hadn't been out long enough for
him to have evened out the tan yet. Was I staring at him, I thought? Say
something before he realizes it! "I didn't check the level before I took
the car out."

"What is this, a 70?", he inquired.

"69", I responded, with a little chuckle inside my own head. How immature
of me, I thought.

"Good year. My Dad used to have a 70 GTO." He looked at me, squinting
from the sunlight.

"Cool. Well, I won't have this one for long myself unless I get some
water in it."

"You gotta piss?"

"Uhhh... what?"

"Piss. That will work too if you don't have any water. I saw it in a
movie once. It smells bad if you get it on the manifold, but it'll
work."

Was this an opportunity, I thought? No. Couldn't be. But maybe... think
quick. "No, I just went. How about you?"

He was a little hesitant. Oh, shit I thought, this time you've gone too
far.

"Yea, I can go if you want me to."

"You'd be helping me out a lot if you did." With that, he sat on the
bumper and pulled his rollerblades off. I watched in silence as the
different angles and positions he was holding flexed different muscles on
his body. I began to take inventory of the boy. He has to be 13, I
thought. The voice is a little lower than most pre-pubescent boys. He was
about five-foot-two, about a foot shorter than me. I couldn't guess his
weight, but he definitely had a little bit of baby fat left on his frame.
Just enough to give him some shape, and a little bit of what I lovingly
referred to as boy-tits. He stood up, and stretched his arms up straight,
as if he were about to perform some grueling task. His little posing-show
was driving me nuts. He stepped up onto the bumper in his white socks
where he was just sitting, and put his thumbs into the elastic waistband
of his shorts.

"Is anyone coming?" He asked.

No, but I'm about to in my underwear, kid, I thought. "Nope, all clear."
I quickly removed the radiator cap.

Now, I am totally not into `scat', or any of that stuff, and that is
not the direction in which I want to lead the story. But I'm not sure
that I ever had been so turned on by seeing someone piss before. He
pulled down his shorts, revealing the waistband of his Joe Boxer boxer
shorts first, then, as if in slow-motion, his cock. I was trying not to
make it obvious, but couldn't help looking. His dick was about 4 inches
long, and just beginning to sprout some wispy light brown hairs at the
base. He was cut, and his balls were hanging low. He pulled the waistband
down under his balls, and began to piss. His accuracy was amazing!
Momentarily I wondered if he had been playing piss-target-practice or
something. As his stream was dying down, he jumped backwards off the car
and turned to that the last few drops wouldn't spill on the engine.

"That should do it," he said as he pulled his shorts back on. Yes- it
should, I thought.

"Thanks for your help little man." I was sad to see the moment come to an
end. "I need to let it sit and cool down for a bit before I start it up."

"So, you're just going to sit here?"

"Looks that way."

He stood silently for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but
couldn't quite think of it. Finally, he said, "why were you going back
and forth down the street?"

Valid question, I thought. Think of a reasonable answer! "I liked the way
the car handled the curves." And I was checking out your curves too, my
boy.

"I figured you were a homo and you were checking me out." This caught me
by surprise. Wow- he did know! That smart little fucker. Now wait, I
thought... if he thought I was checking him out, and he still approached
me... he even took out his cock in front of me...

"So what if I was? You like being looked at, boy?" Holy shit, did I just
say that? That sounds like something I would read on Nifty.org! I was in
for it now.

There was a pause before the kid responded. What was the hesitation?
Embarrassment? Horror? He was looking down at his rollerblades on the
ground by the front wheel.

"No, I like to show off," he finally said. My mind was racing. I didn't
know what to say or do next. "I guess you like to show off, too, " he
said, pointing to my own shirt, crumpled up and now covered with grease
in my hand. This kid was slicker that I thought. He gave me another sly
smile and walked around me to the side of the car away from the road. I
just watched in silence, partly out of having no idea what to do here,
partly out of admiration of this kid. He leaned against the car with his
back towards me. The edge of the car door was just high enough to block
my view of his body from the waist down. He bent down, and came back up,
holding his shorts and boxers in his left hand, and dropped them on the
hood of the car. His back still to me, I could see that the kid was
jerking off his little dick. I walked around to him.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" I inquired.

"Gettin' it ready, " he responded as-a-matter-of-fact-ly.

"Ready? For what?"

"For you to suck it."

I hesitated. I had never been given an opportunity like this. Take it, I
thought, and you could be taking a big risk, Leave it, and you'll have
to live with one of the biggest regrets of your life.

I decided quickly to take the matter into my own hands, quite literally.
I reached down, and began to stroke the boy's cock. I'd never felt
flesh so hot. It had grown to about 5 inches, and was long and skinny. In
no time, it was so stiff it slapped up against his stomach when I let it
slip out of my hands. The skin was so soft, and hard at the same time.
The strong smell of Ivory soap was suddenly overpowering the pine trees
surrounding us.

"And what makes you think I want to suck it?" What a game I was playing!
He knew what I wanted probably more than I did.

"Because when you're done, I'm gonna suck yours." That's all I needed.
I knelt down in front of the kid. The dirt and gravel dug into my bare
knees, but I couldn't care less. If the kid were standing on hot coals
at this point, it wouldn't stop me from kneeling there. I looked at it
up close for a moment, holding it in my hand. There was a big freckle,
slightly raised from the skin, about half an inch below the head on the
top side. The little nub that hangs just below the head was sticking out.
I decided I just had to taste that nub. I stuck out my tongue, and
flicked it across it a couple of times. Then I kissed the tip. And again.
Each kiss taking a little longer. Then I popped the head into my mouth. I
had tasted cock before, but none like this. So sweet, hot and soft. I
took a couple more inches in, just holding my head still and sucking
progressively harder. The kid moaned. He pushed it the rest of the way
in. I slowly withdrew it, and then plunged back down on it. I was
drooling so much all over it that it was dripping down the sides of his
cock, dripping down onto the dirt. I slowly sucked the boy off, savoring
every moment of being totally in control of his little body. I ran my
hands up his stomach and chest, when he took one of my hands into his and
guided it to his little dime-sized nipple, now completely erect. This kid
knew what he wanted. I began to pinch his little tit, making him groan
louder. It won't be long now, I thought. This kid doesn't have the
control to make it last longer. I, however, could have sucked him like
this all fucking day.

He put his hands on the back of my head and started fucking my face.
Faster and harder than the pace I had been going, I could tell he wanted
and needed to blow his boy wad. I sucked harder, and began to play with
his balls. Pulling and tugging on the sack holding the little
marble-sized orbs. His balls pulled up tight to his body, and his
cockhead grew.

"I'm... uh... I'm gonna cum... dude.... oh man, I'm-ma come if you
don't stop". I looked up at him and we locked eyes. I winked, letting
him know that it was ok to squirt his jizz in my mouth. I couldn't wait
any longer for it. He let out a squeal and his whole body shuddered. He
shot one little stream of jizz into my mouth, then another, stronger one.
This one went right down my throat. I didn't expect a little kid's
shots to be so strong! But he kept cumming and cumming, and I was all too
happy to swallow every last drop. I sucked his cock like it was a straw,
pumping out this boy's sweet/salty cum-shake until he had none left.
Even after he was done, I still sucked. I could feel him going limp in my
mouth. This must have been a big orgasm for him to go soft that quick!

I finally withdrew his cock and looked up at him. He reached down and put
his hands on my shoulders as if trying to pull me up. I stood up and
leaned into him. He ran his fingers around my hairy chest. I thought,
this kid likes older guys, and never gets a chance to act on it. Just
like I like boys and never...

Suddenly he was sucking on my left nipple. Then I remembered his promise!
He began to work his way down my chest and stomach while his hands were
busily fumbling with my zipper. Just as I was about to give him a hand
with it, I realized that he had figured it out on his own. He knelt down,
and pulled my shorts and tightie whities down in one fell swoop. My hard
cock popped up and nearly hit him in the face. He flinched, surprised by
it, then began to laugh.

He stood up and said, "Why don't you get comfy," and opened the car
door. He crawled into the car backwards and pulled me in. I closed the
door behind me and sat on the bench seat, with my left leg spread out
towards him, my right on the floor, and leaned back against the door.

He looked at my hard 7 inch cock, and held it firmly in his hands.
Admiringly, he leaned down and kissed it. "It's so beautiful," he said.
"I don't know if I can suck one this big." Was I the first he'd sucked?
Couldn't be! Maybe I was the first grown-up one.

"Just do what you can, kid. I'm not grading you on this." With this, he
laughed. I was happy to see that this was so much fun for him. He leaned
down again and gently sucked the tip. Slowly, he worked on getting the
head into his mouth. His sucking strokes were short and fast, and he was
only able to get about 3 inches into his mouth. I guess he was still too
young to be really experimenting with deepthroat action. It was
definitely not the best blowjob of my life, but somehow it was still more
exciting and satisfying than any I'd ever had.

I looked down at this little angelic figure crouched on my front seat,
sucking on my cock with such enthusiasm. The arch of his back made his
spine protrude. I reached down and began to stroke his back, running my
hand over each vertebrae. I guess he was trying to suck like I sucked
his, as he was playing with my balls like I did to him, and drooling all
over the place. His little mouth was so hot. He began moaning. I realized
that he was hard again, and was stroking off his little boy meat like a
banshee. I couldn't take the spectacle of it anymore. I put my hands on
the back of his head and began to pump my dick into his anxious little
mouth like my life depended on it.

"I'm going to cum, baby." I whispered to him. He hummed mm-hmm,
indicating that he wanted to have it in his mouth. I couldn't believe
this kid was going to take my load! He didn't know what he was in for.

I could feel it begin to build up. My cockhead grew. He could barely fit
his little lips around it, but that didn't stop him. He sucked harder
and wetter... then it happened. I shot the first load into his waiting
throat. He was taking it deeper. He loved the taste of my cum! I gave him
another shot and he moaned louder. Sucked harder. His mouth was clamped
so hard around my rod that I couldn't imagine a better feeling. Moaning,
he sucked and sucked until I had nothing left to give him. When I was
spent, I finally had to pull him off my cock. He sat up, leaned back, and
I realized that he has shot another boy-load all over himself and the
leather seat of my car. He looked absolutely exhausted, his face was
flush. He looked at me, and began to laugh like he had just heard the
biggest joke of his life.

He stood up on the seat, and reached over the windshield to grab his
shorts and underwear. He pulled the undies out of the shorts and wiped up
the little of pool of jism he left on the seat with them. Then, he
casually tossed them to me.

"You can keep these." Then, with a tee-hee, he opened the driver's door
and stepped out of the car. I sat for a second, admiring his beautiful
bare ass as he pulled his shorts on.

He turned just in time to catch me checking it out. "You like that?" He
slapped it hard. "Nobody ever had that before. Come by again this weekend
and maybe you can have it."

I watched in silence as he picked up his rollerblades and strapped them
back on. He carefully trotted in the dirt over to the passenger side of
the car where I was still sitting.

"It should be fine by now."

"Huh?", I said.

"The radiator. It should be cool enough to start it."

Oh- the car! Oh yeah!

"Should be," I said, trying to act cool in front of this little
vixen-boy. He had no idea how much he could control me at this moment. He
leaned in and kissed me on the lips, tenderly. Then, his face close to
mine, looked into my eyes. He kissed me again, clumsily forcing his
tongue into my mouth. This was definitely his first kiss. I could taste
my own cum in his mouth still. I wondered if he could taste his.

"My name is Hunter," he said. How appropriate. I felt like saying, "My
name is Prey."

"I'm Bryan."

"Thanks for the blow, Bryan. I hope to see you this weekend." He kissed
me quickly, then jumped onto the pavement and sped off.

I had to sit for a few moments and reflect on what had just happened.
Never in my wildest dreams had I thought it could. I picked up Hunter's
Joe Boxers, gave them a sniff, and shoved them into my pocket as I pulled
my pants back on.

That was definitely the best ride home, ever.


***I hoped you liked my first story! Of course, it is completely a work
of fiction, although inspired by true events. Please feel free to send me
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