Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 09:21:59 -0600
From: Eric Draven <ericstoryboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Midnight Encounter

This story is intended for readers over the age of 18.   The story contains
scenes depicting sexual acts between an adult male and a teenaged boy.  If
this type of material bothers you, or if it is illegal to view this type of
material, READ NO FURTHER!

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			    Midnight Encounter
		      (C) copyright 2002 Eric Draven

   The clock on the wall read 12:05.  I was alone in the house.  My parents
had gone to see my aunt Cindy and her new baby earlier that day. They'd
called at nine to tell me that they would be staying there for the night.
That was just perfect.  I had the house to myself, and I didn't know a sole
in town.
    My dad worked for a computer company, and they had transferred him to
Phoenix for a promotion.  We'd been here for a week.  School would be
starting in a few more weeks, and then I'd have to face being the new kid.
I hate being the new kid.  All the other kids have probably known each
other forever.  They probably already have their groups of friends, and I
would just be the new kid.
    It would suck, but at least I didn't have to worry about it for another
three weeks.  What I really had to wonder about was weather or not I would
make the football team at this school.  My dad had heard that it was a
tough team, and it was hard to make the cut.  He hadn't been told if there
were any open spots on the team, so I didn't even know if I had a chance.
    I walked into the kitchen to get a soda and discovered that there was
none in the house.  I'd spent all but five of the twenty dollars my dad had
given me that morning on junk.  I hadn't even thought about buying soda.  I
wished I had now.  It was after midnight, and I wasn't real sure how strict
the cops were in this city about curfew.
    There was a little store two blocks from the house, and I was sure that
I could make it there and back without getting picked up by the police.  I
grabbed my shoes and headed out the door.  I quickly searched up and down
the street for cops, but luckily, there were none.
    I guess I should tell you a little bit about me.  My name is Randy, and
I'm 15 years old.  I have dark brown hair and green eyes, and I'm 5'10"
tall and weigh an even 170 pounds.  I work out a lot for football, so I
have a solid body with great muscle definition.  Girls tell me constantly
that I'm cute, and I had a girlfriend back in Cleveland, but I had to leave
her, and all of my other friends, behind when we moved to Phoenix.
    Anyway, when I got to the store, the parking lot was deserted except
for two cars.  From a block away, I could only see the cars.  Neither one
was running so I figured that they belonged to employees working inside the
store.  It wasn't until I actually reached the lot that I saw that there
was a guy sitting in one of them.
    It was a cool car.  It looked like an old Chevy.  It was powder blue
with a white rag top and a lot of chrome.  It reminded me of the car that
the guy in that movie about the singer that kills himself because his
record company didn't like his music drove.  In the movie, that car was a
'57 Chevy.  This wasn't exactly like it, but it was close.
    I didn't get a good look at the guy in the car until I was almost to
the door.  Truthfully, I wasn't really paying any attention to the guy.  I
had heard that it was best to keep to yourself in Phoenix, and that was
exactly what I was trying to do.  I came to the store to buy soda anyway.
I didn't come to chat with the customers.
    "Hey, kid," called the guy just before I reached the door of the store.
    "Yeah?" I said, thinking that I was probably about to get jumped.
    "You live around here?" he asked.
    "A few blocks away," I replied.
    "You wanna make a quick fifty bucks?" he asked.
    I walked closer to the car at the mention of the money.  I mean, hey, I
was only 15, and money was a luxury that I rarely ever got to indulge in.
He was probably in his late twenties.  He had blond hair and dark eyes.
His hair was cut short, almost buzzed, and he had a mustache and a goatee.
He didn't look very big, but then he was sitting in the car.  I thought I
could take him if he tried anything, though.
    "What do I have to do for it?" I asked.
    "Nothing that you won't like," he said.  "Hop in."
    "I don't even know you," I said.
    "Well, we can get to know each other while we drive around," he said.
    "I don't know," I said, thinking that if I got in the car, he probably
wouldn't let me out again.  I'd seen tons of news reports about kids
getting picked up off the streets by sickos and the world never saw them
again.
    "Look, I'm not a cop, and I won't hurt you or nothin," he said.  "I'll
even give you more than fifty."
    "What do I have to do for this money?" I asked.
    "You got a girlfriend?" he asked, dodging the question.  This made me
even more suspicious.
    "No," I said.
    "Good lookin guy like you?" he asked.  "What happened? She dump you?"
    "No," I said.  He'd called me good looking.  Was this guy queer? I
wondered.
    "Bet you get awful horny with no girl to take care of ya," he said.
    "Are you queer?" I asked.
    "So what if I am?" he asked.
    "No big deal," I said.
    We were both quiet for a while.  He kept looking me over, and I kept
thinking about just walking into the store and telling the clerk to call
the cops.  I'd deal with them giving me heat over being out after curfew if
they just got this guy to leave me alone.  I didn't know what he wanted,
but I was sure it had something to do with my ass.
    "All you have to do is let me suck your dick, kid," he said finally.
"And I'll give you fifty."
    "I'm straight," I said quickly.
    "I'm sure you are," he said.  "I'm not asking you to suck mine. All I
want to do is blow you."
    "In your car?" I asked, considering the fifty.  I thought that getting
a blow job and fifty bucks at the same time didn't sound too horrible.
    "Unless you can think of a better place," he said.
    I thought that one over.  I could take him to the house.  After all, my
parents wouldn't be home until tomorrow some time, but I wasn't so sure
that I wanted this guy to know where I lived.  But at the same time, I
thought about the money.  I could really use fifty bucks.  And the blow job
sounded good, too.  I'd never had one before, so I didn't know what to
expect, but any kind of sex sounded good to my fifteen year-old ears.
    "We could go to my house," I said, making the decision to go through
with it.
    "Anybody there?" he asked.
    "My parents are out, and I'm the only kid," I said.
    "Hop in," he said again.
    I walked around to the passenger side of the car, and he had the door
open for me.  I thought one more time that it might not be a good idea, but
then I thought about that fifty bucks again, and I slid into the seat
beside him.  Fifty bucks was fifty bucks, and he'd only asked to blow me.
I could handle this.
    "I live two blocks down the street," I said, pointing in the direction
of my house.
    "Cool," he said.
    He started the car, and we backed out of the parking lot.  The thought
that it was too late to say no flickered through my mind for a minute, but
I dismissed it after looking him over.
    From what I could see of him, he didn't look like he weighed much more
than me.  I couldn't tell how tall he was, because he was sitting down.  He
looked harmless enough, and I was really starting to look forward to this
blow job.  I just hoped that was all he wanted.
    I pointed out the house, and he pulled into the driveway and turned off
the car.  I thought for a minute that the neighbors would see his car in
the driveway, but then I remembered that we didn't know any of the
neighbors, so they wouldn't think anything of it.  I was being stupid.
    "So, what do you do for a living?" I asked once we were inside the
house.  I couldn't think of what to say other than that.
    "I work on computers," he said, looking around the living room.  "Nice
house."
    "Thanks," I said, taking off my shoes.  Then what he'd said hit me.
"Did you say computers?"
    "Yeah," he said, turning to look at me.
    "My dad works for a computer company here," I said.  "He just got
promoted."
    "Is your dad Ben Stevens?" he asked me, and I about fell over.
    "That's him," I said, freaking out.  "Don't tell my dad about this,
please."
    "Relax, kid," he said.  "I don't want to get fired. Your dad is my
boss."
    "What's your name?" I asked.  Knowing that my dad was his boss eased my
mind a little.
    "I'm Chet," he said.  "What's yours?"
    "Randy," I said.
    "Well, Randy, you want that fifty?" he asked, smiling at me.
    I walked over and sat on the couch, and he sat beside me.  He started
rubbing my leg, and I didn't know what to do.  This was all new to me.  Sex
was new to me, but I'd never seen myself having anything to do with another
guy.  This was just unreal to me.  I couldn't believe I was doing it.
    My dick knew what was what, though.  It was hard as a rock, and it
started to throb as he rubbed my leg.  He looked at it, and I saw him lick
his lips.
    "Let me?" he asked before reaching over to unbutton my jeans.
    He reached his hand inside my underwear and used his fingers to play
with the head of my dick.  It was great to finally have someone other than
me playing with my favorite toy.  I just hoped that no one found out that
my first blow job had come from a guy that worked for my dad.
    He reached his hands around my sides and started to tug my jeans down.
I lifted my hips to help him out, and soon, I had my jeans around my
ankles, and his hand gripped my stiff dick.  He stroked it slow and steady.
He only applied light pressure, but the contact was driving me wild.
    He smiled at me, and then he bent over.  I felt his tongue on my piss
slit, and I thought I'd cum right then and there.  Luckily, my stamina
proved to be a lot better than that.  Soon I felt his mouth cover my dick,
and his lips locked around the crown of my dick.  He swirled his tongue
around my dickhead, and I was in Heaven!
    I felt him take more of my dick into his mouth, and I waited for him to
stop.  He kept on going, and then I waited for him to gag.  I don't mean to
brag, but I don't exactly have a little dick.  I've measured it.  It's
almost nine inches long and almost five inches around.  I was loving what
he was doing for me, but the last thing I wanted was a crotch full of
whatever was in his stomach.
    It turned out that I had nothing to worry about.  He must have had a
lot of practice, because the next thing I knew his lips were in my pubic
hair.  I could feel his throat massaging my dick, and I knew that I
wouldn't last long if he kept that up.  I couldn't believe that a blow job
could feel so good.  His mouth and throat were the hottest and silkiest
things I'd ever encountered, and I was about ten seconds away from spilling
my cream into his hot mouth.
    He must have sensed that, because he backed off my dick and started
licking my balls.  Let me tell you, that was an experience that I would
love to have him repeat a million times! I usually played with my balls
while I masturbated, but to have someone's tongue caressing them was a
whole different ball game!
    When he took, first one, and then the other one into his mouth and
rolled them around in my sack, I thought I'd cum from just that.  Chet
really knew how to show a guy a good time! I couldn't believe it.  I didn't
know much about blow jobs, but I thought that if there was someone better
than him, they'd fucking kill me! He was that good!
    He finally let go of my nuts and started licking the tender area just
under them.  I started purring like a content kitten, and I didn't even
notice he was tugging my legs up until they were resting on his shoulders.
He started licking around my asshole, and I saw stars.  I was read to blast
off at any moment, and he was still busy blowing my mind!
    When I felt his tongue run across my hole, I think I almost blacked
out.  It sent electric shockwaves through my body, and My dick started to
leak precum all over my stomach.  This guy really knew his shit! He tongued
my ass good for me.  I could swear I felt his tongue wiggling around in my
belly.
    He dislodged his tongue from my ass and went back to my dick.  He got
it in his mouth and started sucking me off like he was suffocating and the
oxygen he so needed was housed in my nuts.  His head bobbed up and down
faster and faster, and on every downward stroke, I felt my dickhead slip
into his hot throat.
    I didn't last long with that action.  Before I could warn him, I was
shooting the biggest load of my life down his hungry throat.  He didn't
back off, though.  He must have been waiting for it, because he started
moaning, and he swallowed every drop that I could give him, and when I was
done, he sucked my head hard to get the last of my cum out of the slit.
Luckily, I'm not sensitive when I cum, or he would have had me begging for
mercy.
    He came up off my dick with a smile on his face and a satisfied look in
his eyes.  He'd definitely had a good time chowin down on my dick, but I
had just had the best fucking time of my young life!
    "Not bad for a guy, huh?" he asked.
    "You were awesome," I replied, not wanting to tell him that he was my
first.  I couldn't say much more just then, anyway.
    "You wanna make ten more?" he asked as I was coming down from the high
he'd given me.
    "Huh?" I asked, unable to form many words.
    "If you jack my dick, I'll give you ten more," he said.
    I figured that I could at least do that after the job he'd done on me.
I reached out and gripped his dick (his jeans were already bunched around
his knees).  It wasn't quite as big as mine, but it wasn't little, either.
I tugged on it like there was no tomorrow.
    "Slow down, guy," he said, pulling his dick out of my hand.  "You'll
rub the skin off if you keep that up."
    "Sorry," I said.  "I don't really have that much experience with a
cock, other than my own."
    He looked at me for a minute while he stroked his dick.  He would look
from my dick to my face and back again.  I could tell he was thinking by
the look on his face.  I just hoped he wasn't thinking about keeping his
money because of my eager attempt at jacking him off.  I mean, I'd only
ever jacked my own dick.  Doing it to someone else all of a sudden wasn't
so easy.
    "You want to make an even hundred?" he asked.
    "Sure!" I said, thinking he wanted to suck my dick again or tongue my
ass.
    "I'll give you a crisp hundred dollar bill if you'll try sucking my
dick," he said.
    I thought that one over.  I'd never even thought about sucking a dick
before in my life.  But then, I'd never even thought of letting another guy
suck mine, either.  He did show me the time of my life, I thought.  I
guessed it couldn't be too bad.
    "I'll try it," I said.  "But if I don't like it, I'm going to stop and
try jacking you again."
    "That's cool," he said.  "I'll give you the hundred just for trying
it."
    He wagged his dick at me, while I tried to decide how to start.  I
stood up and pulled my feet out of my jeans.  I figured it would be better
if he sat on the couch and I knelt in front of him like he had me.  It
seemed like the best position.
    "Trade me places," I said.
    He sat down, and I settle in between his legs.  He pushed his jeans
further down his legs so he could spread them completely.  Now that I had
him in this position, I still wasn't sure of how to start.  I figured I'd
just have to put my head down and go for it.
    I took his shaft in my hand and leaned in closer.  I stuck my tongue
out and gave it a tentative lick.  He moaned, and I found that it didn't
taste bad, like I thought it would.  I slowly started to inch it into my
mouth.  Unlike him, I was not experienced at sucking a dick, and I took too
much too fast, and I started to gag.
    "Easy," he said, pushing my head back.  "Just take what you can. You
can suck the head of it and jack the shaft if you want. Just having a mouth
on my dick is great. I ain't had any in a long time."
    I took his advice and only sucked what I could comfortable keep in my
mouth.  I tried to imitate what he had done with his tongue on my slit, and
I must have been successful, because when I tried it, he moaned and
involuntarily raised his hips, driving a bit more of his dick into my
mouth.
    Taking my tongue out of his piss slit, I started to bob my head up and
down on his dick like he had done to mine.  I moved slower than he did,
because I was afraid of gagging again.  It didn't seem to matter, though.
He kept right on moaning.
    "If you don't want a mouthful of cum, I suggest you back off for a
bit," he said.  "You are doing such a good job, I'm about ready to gush."
    I backed off his dick and then started licking his balls, like he'd
done to mine.  His balls were a lot bigger than mine, so I didn't even try
to take them in my mouth.  I knew what it was like when too much pressure
was applied to a sensitive pair of nuts, and I didn't want to hurt him.
    After tongue bathing his balls for a while, I decided to be a bit
bolder.  I licked under his balls, and, before I realized what I was doing,
I was tugging his legs up.  I didn't think anything of it until they were
resting on my shoulders, and his asshole was in plain sight.
    I licked around it and got a louder moan out of him.  It didn't taste
bad, and it seemed clean.  It smelled a little musky, but it wasn't
something I couldn't handle.  I ran my tongue over his hole, and his knees
bent.  I felt his feet against my back as my tongue slipped into his
asshole.
    This was a new experience for me, indeed, but I didn't mind it at all.
I'd thought it would be gross, but it wasn't so bad.  I kept shoving my
tongue in and out of his asshole, and he started to stroke his dick and
play with his own balls.
    After a while, I had had my fill of eating ass.  I went back to his
dick and started to suck it just like I had been doing before he stopped
me.  His moans got louder and longer, and I could feel his balls moving up
to his body.  I knew that when they did that on me, I was about ready to
cum.
    This time, however, when he went to push my head up again, I swept his
hands away.  He'd swallowed my cum, so I thought I'd return the favor.  It
wasn't long before he started to cum.  And oh boy, did he cum!
    He shot and shot, and I thought I would drown.  There was so much of
it.  I tried to swallow it all, but there was just too much of it, and some
of it slid down my chin and down his dick to pool around his balls and in
his pubic hair.
    When he stopped cumming, I went into the downstairs bathroom to get a
wet wash cloth, so he could clean himself.  He thanked me and told me that
it was the best blow job he'd ever had.  After he was cleaned up, we got
dressed, and Chet left.  He handed me the hundred, and his phone number
before going out the door.
    "You call whenever you want to make a little cash," he said, smiling at
me.
    "I definitely will," I replied.
    I never did get any soda that night!

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Eric Draven