Date: Sat, 6 Sep 2003 23:49:48 EDT
From: TW
Subject: My Teenage Angel 1

      I moved in with Helen about two years ago.  I had known her for a long
time before that.  She had a three bedroom house in San Diego, too big for
just her and her son Andy.  I needed a room and she needed the rent, so it's
worked out just fine.  It's a perfect arrangement, with only one minor drawback.
Andy is so excruciatingly drop-dead  gorgeous, with skin that any girl would
kill for, baby blue eyes, blond wavy hair and a sensual body, that I have
difficulty keeping my hands off him.  Only three things prevent me:
(a) I don't want to freak him out
(b) I don't want to ruin my relationship, platonic though it is, with Helen,
and
(c) I wanna stay out of jail, `cos he only fourteen years old.
     When I first moved in, Andy was just entering puberty, still a little
boy, about as unbelievably beautiful as you can imagine, but now he's becoming a
man, his body starting to fill out, and he hasn't lost any of the aura of sex
that surrounds him.  With perfect teeth and a ready smile, words can't do him
justice, and it's a wonder that he isn't being hit-up on all day long.
Maybe he is, but if so, he doesn't complain about it.  By comparison, he makes Tom
Cruise and Brad Pitt look positively ugly.  He hasn't yet started shaving,
but if he's anything like I was at his age, he's probably jerking off three
times a day.  I have to jerk off frequently just to stay sane.
     One of the things that makes it so difficult for me is his availability.
 While Helen has her own en-suite bathroom, Andy's and mine is in between our
bedrooms, with a door into each, so from time to time, we bump into each
other while peeing, showering, etc.  I sure don't mind and Andy doesn't seem to.
I think he likes me and he gets on well with his mother, who's away a lot.  I
try to talk to him as I would to an adult, and he appreciates it.
     I run my own consultancy business from home, so I'd paid for a separate
phone line, and had set up a small office in my bedroom.  My computer is
totally password protected because I don't want Andy sneaking in and following my
tracks around the internet.  He would be able to see what really perverted
stuff I like and if his Mom ever found out about the gay stories I write, I'd be
out of there in a flash.  I have about a couple of dozen stories listed by
nifty.org.  Apart from the underwear obsession that I have, these stories reflect
themes of incest and watersports, and are pretty explicit, a little too
extreme for a fourteen year old.  Helen thinks I'm straight and trusts me
implicitly.  Just goes to show how wrong you can be.  Every time I post a new story on
nifty, I ask readers to email me, and many of them do, always with supportive
comments, and sometimes I've gotten into quite erotic correspondence with
like-minded guys.
     I always answer emails, and one day I got one addressed to me at
"tonywill999@aol.com" from "vufsuxj58@aol.com".  It was the usual complimentary
message saying "Luv yr stories, esp. the one about the two guys seducing the
nephew, and the one about the guy seeing his neighbor undress and then involving his
son.  The piss stuff is cool, too."  It was unsigned, but the sender's
address looked familiar, even though it was just a jumble of letters.  I whipped off
a reply saying that a new story was in the works, and he should look in the
adult/youth section.  Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning.  Was the sender
Andy?  He had once told me that his email address was a code, that if you
typed it with your fingers shifted one key to the right, it came out as
"bigdick69".  It was a pretty nifty way to encode an address, and easy to remember.  I
recalled joking with him that it would be a few years before he lived up to
his "handle", and then I'd forgotten about it.  I put my fingers on the keys,
moved them all one key to the left and typed `bigdick69'.  Sure enough, it came
out as `vufsuxj58'.
     This was a pretty amazing co-incidence.  Those stories must be read by
thousands of guys and what were the odds that the kid in the next room would
email me?  Now I had to be careful.  If Andy were ever to find out that
tonywill999 was actually me, would he blow the whistle?  Maybe not; it would reveal
that he had been reading porn, something that would freak his mother out.  I
printed his email out and stashed it in a safe place.  I might have to use it as
insurance if he ever turned hostile.
     But I doubted that he would find out who the author was.  I was suddenly
glad that I had password-protected my computer.  The upside was that now I
could talk to Andy and he had no way of knowing it was me.  As is often the
case, people can be more open with a stranger than with friends and relatives.  I
had a unique way to ask him about his sexual preferences, and though I still
didn't want to risk touching him sexually, it might be extremely erotic to
explore his teenage mind.  Pretty sneaky, you might think, but I intended to treat
him carefully and with respect.  I could give fatherly advice without all the
frictions of parenthood.  I could ask intimate questions without making him
blush.  I started to think that this arrangement, though basically dishonest,
could be a force for good.  Of course, when you are driven by a lust as
powerful as mine, you'll rationalize anything.
     I gave a lot of thought about how I would compose a further reply to his
email.  I needed to encourage him to keep up a correspondence without letting
him know I knew who he was.  The text I finally came up with read:
     "Thanks for your support.  It's nice to know I'm not alone in my
particular obsessions.  There are more stories in the works, but please let me know
what in particular appealed to you and what you would like me to write about,
and I'll try to meet your needs."  I signed it with my real name, "Tony",
after all, there are millions of Tony's around.  I hit send and kept my fingers
crossed.
     The following afternoon, Andy came home from school and went up to his
room.  I always keep my door to the bathroom slightly ajar and a few moments
later, he came into the bathroom and started to take a leak.  I came in from my
side, dressed as usual in just a white tank and my white Calvin Klein briefs,
and said, "Oh, hi.  Sorry, I didn't know you were in here."
     "No problem," he said, continuing to piss into the bowl.  For something
to do, I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth, taking the
occasional glance at his dick, as is my habit.  Either he never noticed me or just
didn't care, because I'd never detected any shyness on his part.
     "I need a piss, too," I said, pulling my dick out of my underpants and
moving over to the bowl.  He moved to one side, giving me space to pee
alongside him.  Although we were both comfortable being partially dressed or nude in
each others presence, this was a new thing that I hadn't tried before and I was
delighted that he seemed unembarrassed by the fact our dicks were on full
display to each other.
     "How was school?" I asked, just to break the silence.
     "Fine," he said.  "Usual shit."
     I had been using four-letter words in his presence for some time and he
was comfortable with it.  We had a tacit understanding that foul language wasn'
t to be used in Helen's presence.
     He finished pissing and shook the drops off the end of his dick and
tucked it away.  I was about half hard as I finished, and I removed the drops with
a more masturbatory motion than he did.  "Feels good," I said, enigmatically
hoping he would draw the right inference, and put my dick away.  He returned
to his room, not quite shutting the door and I heard him boot up his computer,
followed by the AOL "Welcome, you`ve got mail" voice.
     I went back into my own room and logged on to AOL to see if he would
reply.  After about ten minutes I was beginning to despair, but then my computer
announced that I had mail, and sure enough, it was him.
     "Thanks for replying," his email read.  "What I liked in yr stories was
that the youngsters were never forced to do stuff they didn't wanna do.  The
older guys  were respectful of the young guys' fears.  It was better than the
usual `I rammed it up his ass' stuff.  Are there guys who like to drink each
others piss?  I once tasted my own and it was nasty.  Keep writing, Tony."  He
signed it "Andy".
     As we were both using AOL, I was able to call him up on the instant
messenger set-up.  There was a risk in this, because I would now have to think on
my feet, and there existed the possibility that I could screw up and drop a
clue as to who I was, but the risk was worth it.  I could now have a
conversation in real time and his replies would be spontaneous.
     I sent the following:  "Are U on line now?"
     His reply came back "Yep."
     "Glad I caught U.  Hope yr not busy"
     "Nope, got all day"
     "I like yr comments.  I'm always looking for new stuff to write.  Have U
ever had any encounters with young guys and if so, would U share the details
with me?"
     This would lead him to believe that I thought he was an older guy
interested in young boys.  God, knows, there's plenty of us.
     "Sorry, can't help you.  I'm a young guy myself"
     "Really.  U sound very mature to me.  Can I ask how old?
     "14"
     Honesty on the net, now here was a first!  Most guys lie about their
age.
     "In answer to yr question about piss drinking.  It's an acquired taste.
Yr piss was probably strong.  Try drinking lots of water and see how it
tastes then."
     "OK."
     "Do U ever have older guys hitting up on U?"
     "All the fucking time, man"
     "How do U handle it?"
     "Mostly just ignore them or tell them to fuck off"
     "What about guys yr own age?  When I was 14 I was jerking off with my
buddies"
     "There have been a few, but they just wanna get jerked or sucked off.
All take and no give"
     "So you've never had a guy who wanted to take care of yr needs?"
     "Just the one"
     "U wanna tell me about him?"
     "He's the PE coach at school.  I don't wanna tell you his name."
     Andy was clearly thinking that as I didn't know what school he attended,
his coach would remain anonymous, but I was delighted that he wanted to
protect his older partner.  Furthermore, if I ever got in trouble with the law, I
had a bargaining chip.  Shitty though it might be, if the worst came to the
worst, I could offer up the coach in a plea bargain.  But I was getting ahead of
myself.
     "How did he take care of you?"
     "I was the last one in the shower after a game, and he came in, butt
naked with a hard-on.  He took the shower next to me, soaped up, then reached for
my cock and began to fondle it"
     "Were U afraid, or grossed out?"
     "Actually, I had a kinda crush on him.  He's a real stud"
     Great news!  A relationship with an older guy was now more than just a
possibility.
     "Did he make U cum?"
     "Yeah.  He jerked me off for a bit, then got on his knees and sucked me
off.  First time for me.  I came in about ten seconds"
     My dick was rock hard as I envisioned this lucky guy sucking off my
dream lover.
     "Just the one time, huh?"
     "No, we did it about once a month, about four times in all.  The third
time he asked me to suck him.  It was a lot nicer than I thought.  The next to
last time he came in my mouth.  It didn't gross me out, tasted quite good"
     "But there was a last time?"
     "Yep,  we nearly got caught.  Some guy came in and we only just broke
apart in time.  Coach has never tried anything since.  He wants to stay out of
jail"
     That's two of us, I thought.  I was relieved that the relationship had
ended.  I didn't need the competition, and totally elated that Andy had sucked
dick, swallowed cum and enjoyed it.  Now it was time to set the hook a little
deeper.
     "Would U do me a favor?"
     "Sure"
     "Write a fictional story about your affair with the coach, and email it
to me.  I'll critique it for literary style and give U some hints about
dialogue, etc.  You could be a budding writer"
     "Sounds like a homework assignment. LOL"
     "I know, but more fun than writing about school stuff"
     "OK, gimme a day or so, and I'll get back to U"
     "Thanks, bye for now"
     "Bye"
     Bingo!  In just a few minutes my whole relationship with Andy had moved
to a new level.  Here at home I could continue to be his respectable older
buddy, all-round nice guy, mentor and occasional source of movie theater tickets,
while on the internet I could be an anonymous mentor, pushing him in my
direction.  Now I needed to get him to look at me as a potential sex partner.  I
would have to be very subtle.
     Andy always got up before I did, as his school day began long before I
started work.  I always left the bathroom door leading to my room open a few
inches, so that each morning I could hear him come into the bathroom.  I always
pretended  to be asleep, with my sleep mask on, keeping out the daylight.  If
I aligned my head a the correct angle, I  could see beneath the mask, past my
nose, and was able to observe him peeing, showering etc, while pretending to
be asleep.  This had been an endless source of masturbation fantasies for a
couple of years.  He would enter the bathroom from his side, drop the white
boxers he slept in, sit on the toilet, then take a shower.  He would come out of
the shower and clean his teeth, then dress, a kind of reverse strip-tease.
First his day-time underwear, white briefs, then shirt, sox, pants and finally
shoes.  I'd become very familiar with his incredibly beautiful body, and would
get an enormous hard-on and later, have to jerk off.  Every morning I fantasized
about sucking his dick through those white briefs, then swallowing his cum.
     The next morning, I changed tactic.  I'd left the door open a little
wider than usual, and I'd flipped the sheet back exposing my briefs.  I had my
cock out of the fly ready and as he came into the bathroom, I started to
vigorously jerk off.  With the sleep mask on, I looked as though I were unaware of
him, but he glanced at me, then stepped over to the door and stared at me.  I
pulled my foreskin all the way back, then forward again, then scooped some
precum of the end and licked it off my finger.  I pumped my dick hard, lifting my
hips up and groaning.  I felt myself starting to cum and let out a loud "Arrgh"
sound.  I could see he was transfixed as big jets of cum shot from my dick
and landed on my chest and stomach.  With a big sigh, I relaxed and scooped the
cum on to my finger and put it in my mouth.  His eyes went wide.  I  scooped
some more, then rolled on to my side away from him and pretended to sleep.  Ten
minutes later, I heard him leave.
     I was still on safe ground.  If the worst came to the worst, I was
guilty of masturbation, not a crime, and carelessness by leaving the door ajar.
     That afternoon, I waited for email, but he'd either forgotten or was
busy writing and my email offered nothing more than penis enlargement offers that
I didn't need.
     We spent the evening watching crappy network TV and at eleven o'clock we
both went upstairs.  "Time for a shower," I said, heading for my room.  We
each came into the bathroom from our respective sides at the same time.  I had
stripped down to my briefs and was sporting  a 75% erection.  Andy proceeded to
undress, the reverse of his morning show.  I was watching his every move and
he didn't seem to mind.  As he pulled his briefs down,  I slid my own white
Calvin Kleins over my cock, down my thighs and stepped out of them.  He was
staring at my dick, the first time he'd seen it close up other than flaccid.
     "Cool," he said.  "That's enormous."  Actually it was a respectable six
inches, the world average being five and a half.  Don't believe all that shit
you read on the internet about guy's with ten inch dicks.  It's just wishful
thinking.
     "Yours will be as big as this in a year or two," I said.
     "No way."
     "Sure it will.  You just need to get sucked off enough and your dick
will get real big."
     "You're telling me blow jobs make your dick grow?"
     "Absolutely.  You know those penis enlargers they're always touting on
the internet.  All they do is apply negative pressure to your dick, same as a
blow job does."
     "Do they work?"
     "How do you think they stay in business?" This was unadulterated crap,
total bullshit, but even if he didn't buy it, I was able to focus his attention
on my dick for a minute or so.  "Believe me, soon you'll have all the dick
you need."  The double entendre was probably lost on him.
     "You must have had a lot of chicks sucking your dick to make it that
big."
     "Who said they were chicks?" I said, smiling, as I stepped into the
shower.  I knew that from now on he would regard me differently.
     The next morning, after I'd surreptitiously watched Andy drop his
boxers, have his morning shower, and dress in his sexy white briefs, I went into the
bathroom and looked in the laundry hamper.  Amongst my used undies were his
briefs from the previous day and the boxers he'd just taken off.  One at a
time, I pressed them to my face and inhaled deeply.  They both had a faint aroma
of cum on them.  I'd been hoping for some fresh cum, the smell of which drives
me crazy, but no luck.  Even fresh piss stains would be nice, as I'm
definitely into watersports, but he always shook his dick off thoroughly.  I vowed to
myself that one day soon I would drink his piss and taste his cum.
     The next afternoon, when he came home, he emailed me right away.
     "I tried writing about the encounter with Coach, but when I read what I'
d written, it sounded silly.  I don't think I'm cut out to be a writer.
Sorry."
    I instant-messengered him back.
     "No problem, writing isn't for everyone.  I take it no-one ever found
out about it.  Tell me about yr parents.  Do they know U read porn on the net?"
     "I live with my Mom and her friend, a kind of step-dad, but they're not
married.  Mom isn't home much, she's too busy with her law practice."
     "So really, you only have her friend to take care of U?"
     "Pretty much.  He's OK.  He cooks and stuff and helps with homework."
     "Has he ever tried to hit up on U?"
     "No, I used to think he was straight, but now I'm not so sure."
     "Tell me about him."
     "He's mid thirties, pretty good looking and treats me like an adult.
But yesterday, he waved his dick at me in the bathroom, and hinted that he'd
been sucked off by guys."
     "Did it gross U out?"
     "No, he wasn't pushy.  I'm not sure if he was hitting up on me or not.
Pretty nice dick, though, uncut and big.  He`s called Tony, too."
     "I like uncut dicks myself.  They taste better. LOL"
     "I'm uncut."
     "Glad to hear it.  How often do U jerk off?"
     "Every night, and sometimes during the day, in the bathroom at school,
but the best ones are Sat. and Sun. mornings when I can lie in and make it
last."
     "Me too.  I love a morning jerk off.  I like to taste my own cum."
     "I sneaked a peak at Tony doing that the other day."
     "He did?  I bet that looked pretty cool"
     "It was.  I jerked off later, thinking about it."
     Holy Shit!  He was jerking off to fantasies about me.  It was beginning
to look as though my dreams might just come true.
     "I jerked off when you told me about yr coach in the shower.  He's a
lucky guy, I'm jealous of him."
     "Where R U?"
     "East coast."  I didn't want him trying to meet `Tony' the writer.
     "Pity.  U seem so experienced.  I was hoping you'd be able to help me
with a few problems."
     "Sure, anything."
     "I kinda worry about being gay."
     "Andy, don't label yourself one thing or another.  Most people are
bi-sexual.  So you like guys, that's fine.  Later U may get into a serious
relationship with a girl, but don't sweat it.  Just let things happen and follow your
desires.  The only thing to remember is don't hurt anyone, and respect people'
s confidences, in other words, let secrets stay secrets.  For example, never
tell anyone who the coach is."
     "Guys at school call me a faggot."
     "They just wanna have sex with U and don't know how to handle it."
     "What should I do?"
     "Just be yourself.  I'll give this some thought and get back to U."
     "Thanks, gotta run, stay in touch.  Bye for now."
     "Bye, Andy.  Take care."  I signed off.
     Wow, things were hotting up.  As I was contemplating my next move, I
heard him come into the bathroom.  Dressed as I was in just my underpants and a
white tank, I casually strolled in, just in time to catch him undressing to
take a shower.  It was difficult to appear unconcerned as I watched, and as he
dropped his pants and unbuttoned his shirt, I began to get a hard-on.  Looking
at him in his white tank, rumpled at the waist where it wasn't tucked in
properly, and his white briefs, that were just the tiniest bit large for him, was a
huge turn on.  I stood with my butt propped against the vanity, not attempting
to conceal the bulge in my underpants, chatting away, with feigned lack of
concern about the events of the day.
     "Don't you get lonely, sitting in your room all day?" he asked.
     "No, I'm too busy.  But I get horny."  I gave my bulge a squeeze and
grinned at him.
     "I'll bet," he said.  "But all you need do is jerk off."
     "I do," I assured him.  "Often twice a day.  How about you."
     He had the grace to blush.  "Once or twice.  Mostly in bed at night."
     "How about the mornings?"
     "No, the alarm goes off and I gotta get up and go to school. Only on the
weekends."
     I was tempted to ask him what images he jerked off to, but thought maybe
that was pushing it.
     "What do you do with the cum?  I like to taste mine."
     "I just rub it in to my chest and stomach."
     The thought of this made my dick even stiffer.  Now I had a full-blown
hard-on.  It occurred to me that this might be the moment to make my move, but
I needed to be certain that he was ready.  The down-side risk was enormous.
The specter of rejection, eviction from a comfortable home, possible
prosecution and all that it would entail, made me hesitate.  Andy stepped into the
shower.  It would have been so easy to just step in there with him and take his
lovely dick in my hand, then drop to my knees and suck him off, but I needed to
be sure.  I flossed my teeth while he showered, watching his body through the
steamed up glass door, as he soaped himself.  I almost came when he washed his
dick and ass, taking his sweet time.
     When he stepped out, I saw his dick was about half hard.  "The hot water
will do that to you," I said, looking at it pointedly.  "It looks a little
bigger.  Have you been taking my advice and getting blow jobs?"
     He laughed.  "I wish."
      I pulled the waistband of my underpants out and down and hooked it
under my balls.  Then I slid the briefs slowly down to my ankles and stepped out
of them, managing to flick them up into the air with my toe and deftly catch
them.  I held them to my nose and sniffed.  "Mmmm," I said, "I smell good."  He
laughed again.
     "You're a fucking pervert," he said.
     "Got that right," I said, pulling my tank over my head and tossing both
garments into the hamper.  When I stepped into the shower, my dick was like a
flag pole.  I closed the door behind me, ran the water as hot as I could stand
and began to soap myself.  Although my stiff dick make it difficult, I
managed to pee, my piss stream arching upwards and hitting the wall.  When I got to
soaping my dick, I just couldn't help myself.  I knew he was watching, so I
turned sideways to give him a good view, pushed a soapy finger up my ass, and
began to jerk off.  I made it clear that I was not just washing it, by
occasionally pausing to fondly my balls and pinch my nipples.  I looked out through the
steamy door and he was just standing there, a clean pair of underpants in his
hands, watching me.  The sight of him, and the knowledge that he was staring
at me, made me cum, and I shot five or six big globs of jism on to the shower
wall.  I milked my dick for a few seconds, fingering the last drop up to my
mouth, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower.
     I let out a sigh.  "Ah, that feels better," I said.
     "You just jerked off!" he said in amazement.
     "Just doing what men do," I said.  "Hope you weren't offended."
     "Er. . .no," he said, hurriedly pulled his briefs on and went into his
own room.
     For a minute or so, I was terrified that I had overdone it.  My judgment
had been clouded by my unquenchable lust for this boy.  What if he told
someone?  I could always insist that he'd been spying on me, but any kind of
accusation from a boy against an older man is always a disaster, guilty or not.  Was
I being realistic, or paranoid?  I needed to take steps to defuse the
situation.  I toweled off pulled on a clean pair of Calvins and sat down at my
computer.  Rather than get into a chat mode, I composed an email.  It would give me
time to think and I could edit it carefully and get my exact meaning across.
It went like this:
     "Hi, Andy.  Been thinking about you.  I wish I could give you guidance
here over the internet, but I know so little about you that it's difficult.
Your peers at school are not gonna be any help, they're too immature and self
centered, but this guy Tony, who seems like a dad to you, might be better
positioned to help.  You're clearly to be attracted to him and he probably feels the
same way.  It may be that he's scared of rejection, or of getting in to
trouble with the law, which is why he's not made a pass at you.  If you can figure
out a way to let him know that your open to him, you might wanna think about
initiating contact, or at least letting him know you're available.  Your body
language will tell him a lot.  Always try to sit close to him, touch him
whenever you can.  And if the opportunity arises, reassure him that his secrets are
safe with you, and that you'll never tell anyone about your sex games.  Tell
me some more about how you react together, and I'll try to come up with a
strategy. Regards, Tony."
     I sent the email, and went downstairs to cook dinner.
     When I got back to my room after another boring evening watching TV with
Helen, I checked my email and there was message from Andy.
     "Thanks for yr advice.  I feel a lot better about things.  Tony had been
real nice to me and tonight, amazingly, he jerked off in front of me!
Actually, he was in the shower and I could see thru the door.  He shot his load,
then tasted it!  It was fucking fantastic.  He knew I was watching and didn't
mind.  He says my dick will get bigger if it gets sucked a lot.  Is he dropping
hints?  We each have a door from our bedrooms into our bathroom and I see a lot
of him getting undressed, showering etc., and he hangs out in his underwear
most of the time, looking pretty hot.  I've started leaving my door open so
with luck, he'll catch me jerking off, but he's not a sneaky guy.  I'm scared
that if I just grab his cock, he might get angry and tell my Mom.  I wish he
would make the first move.  Andy."
     I tried to I.M. him, but he'd logged off.  I sent the following:
     "So you share a bathroom.  That's great, you should have lots of
opportunity to start something, being alone with him, partially dressed or naked (I
bet he looks sexy in his briefs, U 2 for that matter).  How does this idea
sound?  Next time yr both in the bathroom, get in the shower, start soaping up,
then ask him if he'll soap your back for U.  If he agrees, he'll have to get
naked and get in with you.  You can accidentally brush his cock with your hand.
If he goes for it - fine.  If he pulls away, then it was just an accident.
Also, if you catch him jerking off in his room, you could just walk in and
offer to help.  Best of luck, Tony."
     The instant I sent it, I panicked.  How could I know that
Tony and Andy wore briefs?  Not a fatal error, but I had to be careful.  I went
into the bathroom and sure enough, his door was open, but his light was out
and I couldn't see into the room.  I went to bed and jerked off.

To be continued.