Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2009 19:53:25 -0800 (PST) From: s s Subject: Picking Up Alberto?s Mail This story is a fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and an older man. If it is illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now. This work is not permitted to be displayed or reproduced in any form, specifically on any website or internet site, except by specific permission of the author. Let me know what you think -- If you like my work and let me know, I'll be more likely to write more. You can contact me at subanalslut@yahoo.com. I'd love to hear from you and I will accept all valid comments and criticism. My name is Ben, right now I'm 21 and a senior in college, but I enjoy looking back into the not-so-distant past at my experiences growing up... When I was a kid, I was always the one hanging around the 'grown ups', so it should come as no surprise that after some fumbling around with boys my own age, it didn't take me long to realize that not only that I was gay, I was much more attracted to guys a lot older than I was. And often, once I got started, even though they thought they were seducing me, it could just as easily been the other way around. That was definitely the case with Alberto, this guy who lived down the block from my family the summer I turned 14. The block I grew up on was very friendly -- everyone knew thier neighbors. Alberto was in his thirties, from Puerto Rico, and liked to sit out on the stoop of his building in the evenings after work with a beer and smoke. Skinny me admired his thick, muscular build, and the tattoo on his arms, disappearing up into his tank top, intrigued me too. In other words, I jacked off more than a few times before bed fantasizing about sucking Alberto's dick and getting fucked by him. He must have been picking up some sort of vibe from me, too, because before he went away on vacation for a few days, he called out to me from his stoop as I was waking past, and asked me to do him a favor and pick up his mail for him and leave it in his apartment. I could just as easily collected all his mail and dropped it off all at once before he got home, but what horny 14 year old would pass up such an opportunity to snoop? The first day, after swimming practice, when I let myself into his apartment after picking up the mail from his box in the vestibule, my eye was immediately caught by the messy pile of glossy Porno magazines spread across the coffee table in front of the beat up looking futon couch. My dick started to get hard instantly, even before I looked closer and saw a few gay titles mixed in with the pussy porn. My guess was that this had been carefully set up by Alberto to piqué my interest when I was sure to be snooping around his apartment. My next discovery when I sat myself down on the futon to page through the porn was a scrap of white fabric poking out from beneath a cushion. When I pulled it out, the unmistakable crunchy feeling, which reminded me of the towel beneath my bed, and the strong, funky smell told me all I needed to know. I lay back on the couch with Alberto's cum rag draped over my face, inhaling deeply and imagining him walking in on me masturbating furiously on his couch, which I was. It didn't take long for me to add my own sticky load of cum to the stained towel, and I tucked it back under the cushion before leaving. The next day, I ventured further into the apartment, finding, to my delight, a well-worn jockstrap draped over the edge of the dirty laundry hamper in the bathroom. So instead of repeating the previous day as I had every intention of doing, I wanked on his bed, sucking the musky smelling pouch of his dirty jockstrap. After I had shot a huge load all over my chest (practically hitting my own chin) I wiped myself off with the same crusty rag as before. The next day was more of the same, except for me finding the stash of pot in his dresser drawer. Everyone has their own standards, and being a (semi) prudish teenager I left the pot untouched. The day before Alberto was supposed to be coming back, I went over with plenty of time for one final jack-off marathon, and to clean up a little. As soon as I unlocked the door and stepped inside, though, I could tell Alberto was home early. His duffle bag was messily unpacked on the floor by the futon and I could hear the shower running through the half open door of the bathroom. Nervous with excitement, I put the mail on the table and called out "Hey, Alberto! You are back early, huh?" The shower shut off and he poked his head around the edge of the door. "Yeah, Ben, I just got in." Having seen that I was alone, he walked put of the bathroom holding a towel around his waist that seemed quite too small to cover all of him. My eyes grew wide as I took in the view of his powerful body, a thick trail of black hairs leading down from between his dark nipples to the towel wrapped around his waist, the tribal tattoo curling up his arm and spreading across his left shoulder. He sprawled himself down on the low futon and his towel began to slip almost immediately. "I'm sorry I left the place such a mess" he laughed. "I hope you didn't mind..." "No, its OK." I said, laughing too. "I bet you even looked through my porn, didn't you, you little sneak?" "Yeah, I did... don't tell, Alberto." "And? How did you like it Ben?" "It sure made me horny." "It makes me horny too... you know, I was looking at it right before I got in the shower. I was gonna jack off, but you interrupted me." "Gosh, I'm sorry Alberto." I stepped in closer to where he was sitting. "That's ok Ben... Now you are here, I think you want to help me out, don't you?" I dropped to my knees in front of his spread legs, eye level with the bulging towel. "Take the towel off and kiss it boy. I won't tell..." Alberto urged. Without another word, I pulled the towel off of him, releasing his already rock hard cock. It was even better than I expected, thick and veiny, with the foreskin still wrapped snugly around the head. It was so much more fascinating to me than my boring regular white penis. I wrapped my lips around the tip, flicking my tongue down across the opening like I had been taught. Alberto arched his back and groaned, "Fuck yeah, I knew you were a little cocksucker, boy! Suck my dick!" He put his hand on the back of my head to shove my mouth down the shaft of his cock, but I beat him to it, sliding his dick into my mouth before he could. Once I had as much as I comfortable could, though, he kept up the steady pressure, forcing his way further back into my throat. My eyes were watering and I was fighting the urge to gag but I was too enthralled by the close up view of his hairy crotch I was getting to try to pull back. When he finally released his hold on the back of my head I pulled back and coughed, strands of spit hanging down my lips and chin and dripping down his hairy balls. Alberto laughed. "Now that's a sight... pretty little white boy cocksucker slobbering all over my bone! Strip off, Ben, I want to get a good look at you." I pulled my tee-shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts onto the floor. Alberto licked his lips. "Smooth little blonde culo... That ass of yours is about as pretty as any girls..." He turned around and lay back across the seat of the couch. "Come up here and climb on top of me, baby, so you can suck me some more." I started to climb up between his legs but he stopped me and turned me around. "Like this, boy!" he said, giving my ass a little slap. My legs were spread across his broad chest, and he wasted no time before grabbing the cheeks of my ass in his strong hands. "Keep sucking boy!" he urged. I didn't need to hear anything else, before he could even finish saying it I had my lips wrapped around his thick shaft again. While I was polishing his cockhead with my tongue I heard him spit, and suddenly he was exploring my tight young ass with his finger. I think we both kinda moaned when his thick middle finger slid all the way into my ass, probing and massaging my hole. His dick jumped in my mouth and spurted a little precum. He soon added another finger to the first, and I could tell what was coming next. "Get up Ben, I want to fuck your sweet little butt. I know you are as hot for me as I am for you!" he got up and pushed me down so that I was sitting on the futon. He reached into the duffle bag on the floor and pulled out a tube of KY, smearing it on his throbbing dick and then lifting my legs up so he could grease my eager little asshole. "Man, I can feel it squeezing my finger... can't wait to be inside you baby." He moaned, pushing my legs back even further with one hand so that they were up by my head, my lubed up ass on display, splayed open for him. He rubbed the head against my butt, mixing his precum with the lube and then focusing on my hole, beginning to slowly force his way in. His weight was on top of me, forcing my thin body down onto the couch as he impaled me on his dick. I was in a mixture of ecstasy and pain as my tight asshole was stretched around the head of his cock. I was biting my own wrist, trying not to make too much noise, so all I could hear was his groaning, my own ragged breathing... and after he began fucking me harder, the sounds of his wet body slamming against mine. With each stroke of his cock my ass was feeling better and better... I knew I was going to be sore afterwards but it was worth it to have this hot manly guy on top of me, taking his pleasure from my body... at that thought, my cock, which had been hard as a rock and rubbing against his stomach the entire time, blasted a creamy load of cum all over my chest. When I started to cum, my ass spasmed around his dick, milking it to the point of exploding. He grabbed my thighs tightly in his huge hands and held me down while he thrust as deeply into me as he could before letting go of his load. I could feel the hot seed pumping out of him into my hole, and as he pulled out with a loud plop, a few dribbles of his cream oozed out. He stood over me, trying to catch his breath. "That was fucking amazing, kid... I sure am glad I asked you to pick up my mail..."