Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2011 05:54:30 -0700 (PDT) From: mike p Subject: meter boy for the summer (part 1)(adult/youth) Ok this will be the first chapter of maybe 2 or 3.. not much sex in this one, but i promise there will be plenty after we get the "introductory" stuff out of the way; BTW, if you are offended by man boy sex, don't read this. and why are you at this site anyway? if you are too young to be reading this, then don't, and once again what are you doing at this site anyway? otherwise, i hope you enjoy it. if you want to make a comment you can send an email with nifty in the subject line to mikekpbear@yahoo.com flames will be ignored, and please don't waste your time trying to lecture me about safe sex and all that. this story took place over 40 years ago.safe sex was never even heard of, and condoms were pretty hard to get unless you were using them for birth control. my dad got me a job working for the water company during the summer vacation of my 14th year. basically, my job was to walk around to people's houses and read their water meters. the water meters were usually located in the cellar of the residence. each day, i would recieve a different book, that had a page for each address in a certain neighborhood or section of a neighborhood. the job was easy,and it paid really well, and turned out to be a whole lot of fun, for a fifteen year old boy who had just discovered that he really liked sex alot. so picture it...a beautiful mid summer day in new england. Its only 11am and i am standing in front of the last address in my book for the day. i suppose i should tell you about me...my name is kevin. i already told you i was 14 (well actually 14 1/2) i had reached my adult height of 5'7' a little on the chunky side, i weighed around 150 or so. blonde hair that at the moment was just shy of how long my father was willing to allow, without making him blow his stack and make me get a crew cut. a bit on the shaggy side. to be honest, i looked like a younger, chunkier version of glen campbell. i knock on the door, and a man answers... i explain who i am and why i am there, and he opens the door futher and walks back to the kitchen. wearing nothing, but a loosely tied, somewhat short (for him anyway) men's terry cloth robe. so i walked in, went to the cellar, did my job and came back up the stairs. now i should tell you what i was thinking while doing this. this guy was around 6'2" and probably weighed around 250- 275lbs, (i mean he was certainly not fat, but he was no "slim jim" either- he definitetly had some meat on his bones, but, it was in all the right places except for just a little bit of a belly.) he had thick, wavy,somewhat shaggy (it was the late 60's afterall) auburn hair, (shot with just a touch of grey) beautiful green eyes, (with just enough crows feet around them to give him character) and a thick luxurious dark red moustache.(i started growing a moustache the day after i met him, and still have it to this day 40 something years later and it was because i liked his so much) he looked to be in his middle 40's, and from what i could see- pretty hairy.. at least judging from the hair i could see on his chest, forearms and legs, it was just a shade or so lighter than his moustache. yep he was very hairy... not furry, but just nicely hairy. all i could think about was hoping id get a look at his dick before i had to leave. was he cut, or uncut? did he have big balls? did he like having them licked? and by the time i got back upstairs, i hadn't even gotten around to wondering about his ass yet this man was the hottest hunk i had ever seen in my life up to this point. so i was inwardly quite happy when peter was standing in front of his kitchen sink, with his robe a bit more open, introduced himself and asked me if id like a cup of coffee. i said that would be nice, but that i may have to use his bathroom after. he sort of smiled, and scratched his balls, and said no problem. it also was pretty obvious that i had a raging hardon. with loose jeans and no underwear on. there was a small "bistro" table near the kitchen so i sat down and peter brought over the coffees. peter sat across from me and i looked down at 5 or 6 inches of heaven. the bistro table top was made of glass, so when i looked down, i could see his robe had opened more. So, right there in front of me was a beautiful, nicely thick, (was it my imagination? i hoped not) hardening, uncut cock. It was easily 5 or 6 inches (and growing, i was soon to find out, it maxed out, fully hard, with the foreskin pulled back, at 6 1/2 inches. but i am getting ahead of myself. more on that later) and it was laying on top of a lovely set of big, loose hanging very suckable looking balls. his pubic hair was the same dark red as his moustache. so we sat at the table, sipping our coffees and making small talk. well, he was anyway, i kept losing track of the conversation, because i kept looking down at his dick, and watching it grow. (during one of my "non lapses, i made sure that he knew that this was my last house in my book for the day, and i didnt have to be anywhere until around 4:30, and as luck would have it, my house was only about a 2 -3 block walk from his house) i finally had to look up at his face when i heard him snapping his fingers trying to get my attention... (or was he bringing me back from the hypnotic trance his dick had me in??) anyway, when i looked up into that handsome smiling face, he said... "well kevin, i guess there is no doubt that you like what you see, how about you return the favor, and let me see what you've got... before we get any further into this story, (and i assure you, except for the names, its all true) i suppose i should tell you a little more about myself. i was 14 1/2. and i had the raging hormones to prove it... my cock got hard almost instantaneously, literally at the drop of a hat. i think there were times when my dick seemed to be hard 18 out of the 24 hours of the day... and i always woke up with a raging hardon in the morning, so chances are, i was hard a good deal of the time when i was asleep also. and i was masturbating to climax every chance i got. you want a number? 6? 8? sometimes probably more times a day. in february of that year, after a particularly heated and very, very, dangerously close to violent, argument with my mother, i left home, definitely not intending to return, and found myself in boston, and spent 17 glorious days, living on the streets and learning just about everything a 14 1/2 year old boy (with and extremely high sexdrive to begin with) could learn about sex. specifically about sex with men. older men (thats all i was interested in. if the guy wasn't at least 6 to 10 years older than me, (and that was at the lower end of my threshold... older than that was even better) i wasnt interested. i also learned how much fun could be had in a men's rest room (like the one in the basement of the old boston public library) or on certain floors of the YMCA building on hunington ave. needless to say, i got a very good education, in a very short while. i learned several other things... no doubt about it, i was gay. i liked having sex with men way way too much to ever think about having sex with a woman. and i liked everything about sex. the only no's no's at that point were: no pain,-well no extreme pain anyway, having tender nipples after having a hot man pinch and twist and suck and even nibble on them, during sex was hot.... and i must confess that having my balls squeezed, and having my dickhead lightly chewed, could make me cum, or having my ass slapped occaissionally, sometimes even really hard while getting fucked was also very hot.. no scat (i liked watersports bigtime tho as you will soon see) no bondage, - i could never give up that much control, and i didn't feel comfortable with having that much control over someone either. and most importantly if my partner could only have sex if one of us was dressed in ladies' lingerie i was out of there. everything else was fair game and i loved it all. i'm not going to make this story any longer than it already is, by going into the details of my adventures living on the streets of boston. thats for another story in itself. and if i get enough interest, i may just write it all down. but, i will tell you how i ended up back home. during the last 3 or 4 days of the seventeen that i spent in boston, there was a tremendous snowstorm the pretty much shut down the city for nearly a week. so, one could hang around the big bus terminal downtown all night long without being bothered for loitering etc. because no one could go anywhere anyway. and it was warm, and downstairs in the basement, was a men's room that was really cruisey, and a young lad like myself would have no trouble at all meeting a nice man who would either take me back to his hotel room, or even better back to his apartment, and we could have sex all night. at least that was what i was hoping for on (what would turn out to be) my last night in boston. on my way upstairs from an unsuccessful attempt at cruising, (all the urinals were full, and i didnt have a quarter to spare for the stall) i passed a man comming down the stairs. he looked sort of familiar, but i really couldn't see his face, so i thought nothing of it, and continued on up the stairs to the cafeteria. i bought a coffee and a danish (or some kind of pastry) with the last bit of change i had left in my pocket, and sat down at one of the tables near the front window, so i could watch the people go by. the next thing i knew, i looked up and a security guard from the bus station was standing at my table, and i could see the guy who i had just passed on the srairs, standing at the door to the caferteria. the security guardrd says to me, "are you kevin b.?" (my name) and i didn't even get a chance to think and i said yes. "come along with me please." i suspect that if i had said no and had been convincing enough, he would have turned on his heel and showed the guy waiting by the door out of the station, but that didn't happen, and i was scared enough of authority anyway, so i got up and allowed him to usher me out of the cafeteria. (we were headed for the security office) as we passed the guy waiting at the door, i finally got a good look at him, and realised why he looked familiar. he was my english teacher. turns out he was gay, and was on his way to cruise the men's room, but when he saw me, he got a hold of the aforementioned security guard and told him who i was and that i was a runaway. as i passed my teacher, he said, "well hello kevin! its good to see you in one piece... I'll see you in class monday morning. you've got a lot of makeup work to do." the security guard (bless him) evidently didn't like him much, (it was pretty obvious to him why teacher was there, and he didn't like the tone of voice that teacher was using to talk to me - it didn't bother me any- he always talked that way, so for me it was normal,) so he turned to teacher and said. (very brusquely and just barely polite) "you can leave now.. i'll take it from here.". and he quickly guided me away to the office. the guard called my dad, told him where i was, and asked him what he wanted him to do. my dad asked him to hold me there, not to involve the cops (my dad was a cop in the town where we lived) and he'd be there as soon as he could. he arrived 4 hours later. walked up to me, put his arms around me, and hugged me fiercely. the he kissed the top of my head, stood back and said, "well, do you want to come home or not?" i said yes. he said, "ok but if you ever pull something like this again, the next time, you may as well just keep right on going, because you WILL NOT put your mother and i thruogh this again. i will not come looking for you and you will not ever be welcome in my house again. understood?" i nodded. "he said ok lets get you home your mother is waiting for you." and i said, but first we have to have an understanding... "i'll come home, but if either one of you EVER raise a fist to me again, i'm out of there. and you won't have to worry about finding me, because i will make sure that you don't. i'm not going to put up with that kind of crap ever again... deal??" my dad looked at me with a bit more respect than he had had for me before, (this was the first time i had ever actually stood up to him without any kind of fear in my eyes...he told me years later, he was actually glad to see it. and if that was what it took for me to find my "balls" maybe this whole thing was worth it. so, we got home. as far as i know, my parents never found out what really happened during my adventures. (i think my dad probably guessed, but we didn't talk about it til years later (another story- and a pretty hot one at that) but my mom never suspected a thing (i think mainly because she didn't want to) our relationship improved a bit after that, espeacially with my dad.... with my mom too, but not enough to stop me from joining the navy as soon as i graduated from high school 3 years later, for the express purpose of getting me out of that house and away from her for good. don't get me wrong, i still loved her and all that, but we really could only get along with each other if we were only together in small doses. i had a meeting with teacher when i got back to school, he told me that if i wanted to make up for the work i missed while i was gone, i should write him an essay (kind of like "what i did over my summer vacation" type of thing. so i did, i told him alot of stuff that i never told my parents (but left out most of the sexual details.. i think he was a little disappointed in that) but i got an a for it anyway. anyway, the reason for bringing all that up was to illustrate that when i met peter, (remember peter? this is a story of how i met peter) i wasn't some naive kid being seduced by an older man, i was fully aware of my sexuality, and able to handle whatever was about to happen (sexually that is) between us. ok, so where were we? oh yeah, peter had just asked to see what i had.. i got naked quick, and soon we were in the middle of a very hot make out session in the middle of his kitchen. man o man!! did he know how to kiss! it didn't take long before i was shooting the first of the many loads i had that day all over his cock and lower belly. which i immediately started licking off of him. he asked me to save some in my mouth, and we were soon into another hot make out session, passing the load i had in my mouth back and forth. even tho i was enjoying this, and my cock was soon rock hard again, my bladder had other ideas. i suddenly had to piss so bad, i could almost taste it. so, i stopped the tongue duel we had gotten into, and informed peter that i really really needed to use the bathroom. no problem he said, "i'll show you the way". we got into the bathroom and there i was standing over the toilet, trying to piss, while peter stood next to me with his finger up my ass and his tongue back down my throat. i had to stop him because i just couldn't seem to get the piss flowing. (even tho my bladder felt like it was about to burst) he said, "maybe this will help" and he sat on the toilet and put the head of my cock into his very hot mouth. (with his finger still very deep in my asshole) at first, i thought that it was only making things worse, but i closed my eyes and concentrated with all my might on getting the flow going. when it finally started, the relief was so intense that i actually came at the same time i was pissing. peter liked that, and so did i... that was probably one of the most intense orgasms i have ever had. when the flow finally stopped, peter stood, and we were again into a long hot kissing session, passing the last mouthful of piss that peter kept in his mouth back and forth. when it was all gone, i sat down and put his cock in my mouth and waited for him to return the favor. it didn't take long before he was filling my mouth with his hot piss. after taking 2 or 3 swallows, i stopped him mid flow and asked him if he'd do me a favor... he said what? i moved over to the bathtub, got in and asked him to sit on my face and finish pissing on my cock. he squatted down so i could easily get my tongue up his hot hole and was soon pissing all over my cock and lower belly. tongueing a man's asshole really turns me on- so it didn't take long and i was soon shooting my 3rd load of the day (in less than half an hour) all over the place. peter somehow managed to get my cock in his mouth (with out ever letting my tongue lose contact with his delicious asshole) and swallowed what was left of the load spurting out of my cock. i needed a little break after that, so, peter grabbed a towel and dried us off a bit and we headed for the bedroom. the first thing i saw when we got there, was a very hot looking, somewhat chubby (but again not fat) older man lying on the bed. "billy wake up" peter said. "we have company." billy rolled over and said, "oh don't worry, i'm awake... i was wondering when you guys were going to get around to getting in here." and that was how the first 3way i had ever experienced started. and we'll get into that in chapter 2... hope you are enjoying the story so far guys, let me know what you think...