Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2009 13:00:14 -0700 (PDT) From: dws202 Subject: Magic Lotion Disclaimer: All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction based on some true recollections from my youth. If you don?t like, don?t read it. If you do, give me a shout out. At the age of 14 I had had a few experiences with the kid down the street who was also my age?playing around, kid stuff, some groping and exploring, a little oral. We were too green to know exactly what to do and I don?t think he was as into it as I was, just curious. I was more than curious, though. I was blazing with young hormones and ready to go a lot further, but of course finding an outlet for that wasn?t easy. I did manage to get my hands on a porno mag that summer that had mostly straight but some bi stories and photos. I spent a lot of time wanking to the bi stuff and fantasizing, reading about things I hadn?t done but made me horny as hell, especially anal. The next door neighbors, an older couple that my family knew fairly well, announced their plans to travel for the whole summer and that their son, whom we hadn't met, would be staying at the house and looking after things while they were away. A few weeks later the son, Jay, moved in. He was around 40, a little pudgy and hair already thinning at the top- definitely not like the hot guys in those dirty pics in the magazine, but there was no ring on his finger either and his parents didn't talk about him much, so I started to wonder about him. The Saturday after his parents left Jay was out watering the back lawn while I played around in our yard and we greeted each other. He asked if I wanted to earn a few extra bucks helping him move a few things in from his car and I said sure. We moved some boxes and office equipment into the bedroom, and I helped him set up some of it so he could work there on the weekends. Like I said, he was no model but I wasn't picky, and I definitely sensed a vibe off him, like he was checking me out and sizing me up for something. Whatever it was it made me even hornier than I usually was, and I guess a bit bolder as I was usually a very shy kid. On our way out of the bedroom after we finished I bumped against the nightstand by the bed and knocked over a tube of something I hadn't seen before, so I asked him if it was lotion or something. "Yeah, it's a special lotion called KY," he answered. When I asked him what it was for he got a sparkle in his eye and as he replaced the tube he said, "it's magic." We both laughed at that, and I went home. But I couldn't shake the feeling that he was making some kind of overture to me, and something about his ordinary appearance and age made it all the more intriguing to me. Was this guy into other guys like me, and was he looking to do things with me like those guys in the magazine? I wasn't sure, but it gave me a lot to fantasize about in my many wank sections for the next few days. I saw Jay again in the yard later that week, I was out of school and he was working at home, and we chatted a bit. He invited me in for a cold drink, and in his parents tiny house the one bedroom was visible through the hall from the kitchen. I saw the tube again, the bedroom door being open, and I asked him about his "magic" lotion. He said he would be happy to let me use it if I wanted but he would have to show me how, and he didn't have time right then. Any chance I could drop over later that night, or did my parents not want me to go out at night? I wasn't supposed to but liked to sneak out my bedroom window as often as I could, just to wander around in the yard and immediate block after my parents were asleep. So I said sure, I'd try, and waited very impatiently for the rest of the day and evening as I could sense something was going to happen that night, though I couldn't quite figure out what. Once I was sure my folks were asleep I checked the house next door and Jay's lights were on, so I snuck out and went to his back door and knocked softly. He let me in and we exchanged pleasantries, then he asked if I still wanted to try that magic lotion. I said I guess so, but what does it do? "Follow me," he said, and we went into the bedroom and closed the door. "Are you sure you want to try this,?" he asked. Yeah, as long as it doesn?t hurt or anything, I said. No no, he said chuckling, it's not anything like that. In fact, this stuff makes you feel really nice if you just let it work. "You trust me, right?" he asked with a grin. Sure, I said. OK, he replied, just lie down on the bed and I'll show you how this works. He turned off the lights as I lay down, and then pulled up a chair next to the bed. When he spoke, his voice was thick and cracked, and his breath came in quick bursts. "You?ll have to get undressed to try this," he whispered. "Is that OK with you?" I knew then that whatever I had sensed was real, that I was being led into something much less innocent than it had sounded, and it made me incredibly aroused. I removed my tee shirt, shorts and underpants quickly, and asked what I should do then. "Just lie there and I'll do the rest," he croaked, as his voice cracked with anticipation and lust. From the streetlight coming through the window I could see him unscrew the cap on the tube, squeeze out something in his palm and rub it into his hands. My pecker was stiff with anticipation as he moved his right hand just over it, then gently enfolded my throbbing little cock with his very cold and gelatinous hand. I drew in a sharp breath and he asked if I was OK. "Yeah, it?s just really cold," I said, and he replied that it would definitely warm up. He began to massage my prick with the lube, and I moaned and writhed with pleasure. I had tried whacking off with lotion a few times and it felt good, but not nearly as good as this. It wasn't very long at all before I pumped and moaned and shot off the biggest load of my as-yet young sexual career. I waited for something more, but Jay just reached for a towel and cleaned his hand and my groin and stomach off, then said, "OK, you can get dressed now-that was really magic, wasn't it?" I told him yeah and got dressed, all in the dark, and he hustled me out into the night where I snuck back in to my room and spent the next several hours working every bit of lube still left on me into several orgasms. We went on like that for the next several weeks, always the same. As our late night sessions continued, I grew more and more puzzled by Jay's behavior. He always greeted me fully clothed, long pants and dress shirts, and never took anything off. He only wanked me, always in the dark, and never so as much as touched himself from what little I could see in the shadows. Was he embarrassed about his body, or the dirty things he was doing with a 14 year old boy? Didn't he want to do any of those other things the guys did in the dirty stories? Cause I sure did, but every time I even tried to reach out and touch him as he pleasured me he would draw my hand back with his. "No no, just lie there and I'll do all the work," he said. I could see when he opened the door later when he let me out the enormous hard on in his slacks, and in the middle of one session, as I reached out and grabbed his crotch, I felt the cold wet slime seeping out of his pants. He immediately slapped my hand away, but I began to notice after the next several sessions that his crotch was always soaking wet afterwards. I started to listen to his moans while he wanked me and could tell, from his own writhing and gyrations in the chair, when exactly he would cum in his pants, and it turned me on immensely to think of him reaching orgasm just by wanking me and not even touching himself. I also started to watch his movements during the times when I would cum, and noticed on several occasions by the dim light through the window shade that he would move closer as I reached climax, and once I started to jizz he would bend over me and open his mouth to catch as much as he could without actually touching me. It was all so very strange and perverted, but it made me harder and hornier than I ever thought possible. Something about his reticence, and his desire to make our sessions seem even more illicit and filthy than they were, made them the hottest experiences I've ever had. As the summer came to a close, I started to regret already the day when we wouldn't have the opportunity to have our late night sessions, but we didn't mention it until one evening when he let me in and said, "well sport, looks like this is going to be the last time since I'm leaving tomorrow before my folks get back." The thought of not having this intense sexual outlet anymore made me frustrated already, and I was determined to make the last one something to remember. We began as usual, but I redoubled my efforts during the session to touch him. He continued to bat away my advances but I kept trying more forcefully than I ever had, and before I knew it I had my hand firmly planted on his slimy, cum-drenched crotch and he was not moving away. He moaned louder than I'd ever heard him as I worked his cock through his slacks, and finally undid the zipper. He was wearing white briefs soaked with jizz, and the feel of them drove me wild with lust. He grabbed my wrist and moved my hand saying, "no, please don't do that," and zipped himself back up. I rose up in the gloom and asked "why? why don't you want me to touch you there?" "Because, I'm having fun already, you don't need to do anything," he said. But I want to, please, I practically begged him. His voice barely a whisper, he said, "it makes me want to do other things, dirty things that you may not like. And besides, I'm not much to look at with my clothes off." I sat up and tried to read his face in the dark but couldn't, so I moved closer to his chair and grabbed his cock once again through the sopping pants crotch and said, now my own voice hoarse with lust, "I'll do anything you want me to do, I want to do dirty things too. And I want to see you with your clothes off." He stood up and moved the chair-I froze, not sure if this meant our session was over. But he came back to the side of the bed and slowly began to take off his clothes. He stood naked at the side of the bed, still in the dark, but there was enough light coming from the window to see his outline. As I thought, he was somewhat stocky and chubby but also much more muscular than I expected, and as I took in what I could see of the first live naked man I had ever seen, I liked what I saw. I began rubbing my hands up and down his hairy chest and legs, moving around to squeeze his beefy ass cheeks and eventually coming back to his throbbing, finally freed cock. It felt magnificent stroking his pole up and down as he moaned, and then he leaned over and whispered in my ear,"do you really want to do something dirty?" "Oh yeah," I answered, and he whispered, "kiss it." I leaned over and took in the first few inches of his wet dripping pole into my mouth, the salty taste of his precum surprising but also delighting me. After a few attempts to suck I gagged and pulled off, apologizing, but he rubbed my shoulders and said, "don't worry, we can do something else too. Would you like to try something else?" Boy would I, and he sat on the edge of the bed and maneuvered me until I was lying face down, then slowly began stroking my back and upper thighs. I was on fire. Soon his hot breath was in my ear again. "Now I'm going to give you a kiss, a special kiss," he said. I answered OK, and nearly jumped into the air after I felt his scratchy stubble against my ass cheeks. I had read in a story about what was about to happen and it had made me horny and curious, so I was not too surprised as he pulled my cheeks apart and I felt his nose dive into my bunghole and breathe deeply. His tongue soon followed, working me into a frenzy of lust, and him too apparently. He straightened up and I heard the tube come out as he lubed his cock, letting it dangle tantalizingly over my crack. I was scared as hell but so horny I couldn't see straight, so when he leaned in and said, "Dan, I"m going to fuck your little bunghole,OK?" I practically screamed yes. It was brutal, painful, and so hot I can barely describe it all these years later. After all the tentative moves, all the teasings, all the longings and fantasies, there was a hot, sweaty adult man on top of me, heaving his body against mine and driving his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into my hole. I was so blind with lust I barely noticed the pain, only realizing it when I cried out. Jay, obviously fearing the noise, put his hand over my mouth but kept pumping my boyhole, the whole scene bringing me to even dizzier heights of lust than I had ever imagined. I have done it many times and many ways since then, but being taken from behind, prone on the bed, has always turned me on the most as it brings memories of the shy and awkward middle-aged man turning into an animal and practically raping the teen boy next door, who wanted it so badly all along. Every detail, the soreness of my brutalized bunghole lessened by by the hotness of Jay's cum oozing out of me for the rest of night, how I reached down and rubbed my hands in the comingling of his jizz and my ass juices and enjoyed them for hours afterward, makes me cum even now. After all was said and done, Jay had been absolutely right from the first day I met him - his lotion really was magic.