Date: Tue, 6 May 2008 18:54:01 -0700 From: A Scribe Subject: Mr. Johnson The usual disclaimer applies. Please choose to read something else if it is illegal to read this story where you happen to be living or if you are offended by the thought of an older man having sex with a young teenager. All characters and events are a figment of my imagination and never took place in the third dimensional reality of this existence. Comments and politely worded constructive criticism is most welcome. Write to wordspenned@gmail.com. Mr. Johnson A year of jacking off had gotten me to the point where I needed more. I was not quite certain exactly what this "more" might be but I was getting bored. Stuffed toy, pillow, bed and even my sister's underwear had all been used as a masturbatory aid. Then one sunny afternoon I remembered a conversation where mom warned us not to loiter around Mr. Johnson's house. He stayed two blocks down from us and I often cycled past his home from school. Three years ago this comment had lacked any impact. Now I began to wonder why mom felt this warning was necessary. Deciding there was no time like the present to act on this information I stopped my afternoon jack off session in mid-stroke. Throwing on some tight shorts and a shirt I was soon riding my bicycle down the road. Being a pleasant evening I was pretty certain Mr. Johnson would be out in his yard. Seeing things in a new light I realized Mr. Johnson always seemed to be in his yard or at the front window when the neighborhood kids were going to school or returning from school. My cock twitched in anticipation. Still uncertain about "more" I had the feeling I was on the right track. I stopped and removed my shirt a couple of houses before Mr. Johnson's house. Adjusting my shorts by bunching the material at the top of my thighs I let my cock hang out a little. Unless you were looking closely the movement of my legs would keep it concealed yet it still felt naughty enough to make me feel even hornier. I rode past Mr. Johnson's house at a very slow pace. Mr. Johnson was out on the front porch and eagerly returned my wave. I cycled round the block and when I came around I noticed Mr. Johnson was standing at the gate. He called out for me to stop. Keeping my distance I deliberately stopped with a leg raised on the pedal closest to him. This gave him a clear view of my cock while my bike frame kept it blocked from the roadside. His gaze dropped noticeably but I feigned ignorance. Yes, I agreed, it was hot. A glass of lemonade would be great but mom said never to go into a stranger's yard. I guess it would be fine if I drank mine out on the sidewalk. When he returned I had my leg lowered offering no view of my manhood. I was having fun teasing him, although I did not understand at the time that I was teasing him. We chatted for a bit over lemonade. I thanked him and said I had to head home for dinner. He said to stop by anytime for lemonade and a chat. The teasing continued for a couple of months before I got my comeuppance. Looking back I can see that I was being cruel in my teasing yet if I hadn't taken this course I might never have discovered how much I enjoyed rough sex. Mr. Johnson had recently taken to jacking off behind the cover of his gate as we chatted. I pretended not to notice but the movement of his arm made it quite clear. Now any sensible lad would have taken this escalation as a sign to stay away. I chose to increase my visits to see how many times I could get him to jack off in a day. My record was four on a glorious Saturday. The following weekend Mr. Johnson got his revenge. Looking to improve on my record I had an early breakfast and headed out on my bike to visit Mr. Johnson. The weather this Saturday was hot enough to make shorts my only clothing requirement. When I approached Mr. Johnson's home I was disappointed not to see him in the yard or in front of his window. There was a mug; a book and a pair of binoculars on the porch but no sign of Mr. Johnson. Thinking he might have headed indoors to use the bathroom I thought I might get off my bike and appear to be resting. The very instant I found myself standing alongside my bike I felt a hand land forcibly on my shoulder. Before I could say anything I was being pushed, along with my bike, through M. Johnson's gate. He never said a word as he directed me around to the backyard. This early on a Saturday there was nobody around to help me even if I had tried to call out. I was too surprised to do much and by the time I got my breath back it was too late. Mr. Johnson leaned my bike against the house and then through me over his shoulder. He held me in place with a hand over my ass as he headed indoors. What I expected I do not know but I can tell you the fantasy of losing my virginity bent over a dining room table had never occurred to me. Mr. Johnson did have me for breakfast. He also had me for brunch and lunch before he disposed of the leftovers that Saturday. I was flipped off his shoulder to lie staring up at him on the dining room table. While he was telling me just how fed up he was of my teasing he started removing my shorts. Mr. Johnson had run out of patience. He only had one thing in mind and he wasted no time in getting to it. The "it" being my thirteen year old virgin ass. Once I was naked he rolled me onto my stomach with my legs hanging down from the table. He left no doubt what was going to happen to me as I heard his pants slide to the floor. Mr. Johnson wasted no time on foreplay. Pretty certain I would visit to tease him he had already coated his cock with a thick layer of lube. His initial thrust buried half his cock inside of me. The pain was so intense I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. When I caught my breath the pain was mingling with the pleasure of his thick cock pressing against my prostate. I cried throughout my first fuck. The tears rolling down my cheeks as I sobbed. The shaking off my body beneath him only excited him more. I cried out when his thrusts brought me to the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I cried in disappointment when he started to withdraw his cock from my bleeding ass. His cum mingling with my blood as it trickled out. I smiled when he put his mouth close to my ear and said not to worry he would soon be fucking me again. He kept his word. On Sunday he fucked my mouth as brutally as he had taken my ass the day before. I choked on his cum. I think I even blacked out. All he said was I obviously needed more practice and filled my mouth with his semi-erect cock. I kept our relationship our little secret for five years. Mr. Johnson used my body at will and without any tenderness the entire time. He fucked me. I took it. A week after arriving at college I knocked on the door to a professor's office. He read the letter Mr. Johnson had given me. He looked at me and said I needed to work out more. He told me he would be better able to give me a suitable workout routine after giving me a thorough physical. He had me lock the door. He had me stand in front of the desk and strip. He told me to bend over the desk. He tortured me with a slow gentle fucking. He let me know that if I wanted it rough I would have to beg. I begged. I am still begging seven years later.