Date: Mon, 2 May 2011 10:01:18 -0500
From: s. a. <anonymx101@gmail.com>
Subject: Servicing Nathan

WARNING: This story contains a homosexual scene between an adult and
adolescent.  I'm the sole creator of this work.  Feel free to contact me at
the above address.  Thanks for reading.

Real Boy Encounters 2: Servicing Nathan

By Steven Alex

     I actually met Nathan a few years before Dewayne, the boy in my last
story.  Like Dewayne, I met him online.  However, he was nothing like
Dewayne.  He was a good boy from a small border town, two and half hours
from me.  I forget the name of the town, but it had a funny, Indian name
and sat near a forest and lake.

     When Nathan first started talking to me, he said he was only fifteen.
He seemed polite enough, but didn't have much of a personality or anything
to talk about.  He wasn't popular at school and only had a few friends, and
none he was close to.  He also seemed to be coasting through life without
much ambition.  Furthermore, his love life was nonexistent.  The extent of
his sexuality was checking out nudity in the locker room and looking at
porn on the family computer when his parents were out, which was seldom.

     I always told Nathan I'd drive down and get a hotel room.  I also told
him we didn't have to do anything, he could leave anytime, and I didn't
expect reciprocation, or wanted it.  He only seemed somewhat interested; he
was hard to read and sent a lot of mixed signals.

     We rarely talked because of his computer access, but we kept in touch
for over a year.

     After months of talking, we finally exchanged pics, all of which were
G-rated.  Nathan was as shy as me, if not more so.

     He sent me a pic of him and his mom sitting near the lake.  He was
wearing a plain, blue t-shirt and looked frumpy and chubby, but I think it
was because his shirt was baggy, and he was slouching.  However, his arms,
neck, and face were skinny.

     He had a cute, goofy face.  With his small ears sticking out, a slight
smirk, and a pointy nose and chin, he looked like a mischievous, little
elf.  He also had baby blue eyes, which were small and subtle, and pale,
smooth skin.  Furthermore, he had blondish brown hair, which was long in
the front and messy from the wind.

     One summer weekend, he said he was ready to meet.  He said he had been
fantasizing about a guy blowing him and knew it was time.  He reiterated he
was still a virgin, and this would be his first time doing "anything".  His
only concern seemed to be of him cumming too soon, so I told him I'd take
it slow.

     He said he lived near a small Walmart, and there was a hotel a few
businesses down.  He told me to get a room there, and he'd walk to me.

     I drove to his town.  I was getting last minute nerves and started to
wonder if he was a cop.  However, I concluded he sounded too lazy and
boring to be one.

     I got the room.  It was a cheap, tiny room, which reeked of faint
mildew and cigarettes, even though it was a nonsmoking room.  The TV was
small, and I had to smack it to make the picture stay still.  The A/C
worked fine, but sounded like a continuous jet engine.  There was also no
internet access, which annoyed the hell out of me.  I knew if he didn't
come, I was screwed.

     He said he'd be there at 6 PM.  However, the time came, and he still
hadn't arrived.  He didn't have a phone, so I had no way of contacting him.

     A half an hour later, there was a knock at the door.  I answered it
and let him in.

     He was adorable in person and reminded me of a stereotypical country
bumpkin.  He was a little guy in height and weight, and had a buzz cut,
which brought out his goofy, but cute features.  He was wearing a burgundy
polo with two buttons at the top and a big collar.  He was also wearing
gray, baggy jeans with no belt; cheap, black sneakers; and so much aerosol
deodorant it made me want to gag.  Furthermore, he had the same corny smirk
as in the pic, and he seemed as goofy as he looked.

     He was moving almost robotically and had a little tent in his pants.

     "Hey, how are you?" he asked.  His voice was pitchy and cracking.

     "Good," I responded.  "You want to sit?"

     "Sure."

     He sat on the edge of the bed.  As expected, he was very shy and
rigid, and only glanced at me twice.

     I sat next to him.  Immediately, and without thinking, I put my hand
on his shoulder.  He stirred and made a few breathing noises, which sounded
like stuttering and sipping.  "I think I'm gonna—"he gasped.

     He bolted upward and to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

     "Shit, he's throwing up," I thought in panic.  I went to the bathroom
door.  "You okay?" I asked.

     "Um, yeah, be out soon," he stammered.

     I couldn't hear anything else because the bathroom fan was too loud.

     I returned to the bed, sat down, and waited a few minutes, until he
came out.  He walked over me and just stood there, looking lost.  He still
had a tent in his pants, and one of his pockets was bulging with something
in it.  His shirt was also wet on the bottom.  "What happened?" I asked.

     "I came," he replied.

     "Wow that was fast."

     I reached up and touched his bulge.  I could tell he had a small cock.
He didn't respond, although I could tell he was breathing faster and
heavier.

     I reached into his shirt.  His skin was as smooth as silk, and his abs
were tight, mostly due to nerves.  When I slid my hand upward, I could feel
his heart racing.  He was also getting paler in the face.

     I stood and lifted his shirt.  He froze for a few seconds when I got
to his armpits.  Then, he lifted his arms stiffly, and I pulled off his
shirt, as a whiff of deodorant hit me.  I set his shirt on the dresser,
next to the TV.

     He had a nice body.  He was skinny with some muscle.  However, he was
also a little paunchy, and his nipples protruded, like a girl going through
puberty, but it just made me think he still had baby fat.  Furthermore, his
body was almost completely hairless, except for some fuzz in his armpits.
I also noticed a few large moles on him and light freckles on his
shoulders.

     Suddenly, I noticed how goofy his pants looked.  They were big,
Wrangler jeans with huge pockets and looked like something an old-timer
would wear.

     I undid the zipper on his jeans, and they plopped to his knees.  He
wasn't wearing any underwear, so it caught him by surprise.  He quickly put
his hand over his junk; as I got down to pull off his sneakers and pants.
Soon, he was only wearing his dirty, smelly socks.

     I had a raging boner, and I could feel it throbbing in my pants.  I
could also feel it pushing against a wet spot in my briefs.

     I stayed on my knees and stared at his hand, which was loosely cupping
his junk.  I pulled his hand away, revealing his hard cock.  His bush was
light, but spread out.  He had a mushroom head, and it was bright pink and
oozing with pre-cum.  His shaft and balls were small, and his shaft had a
few big veins in it.

     I touched his cock, and he jolted, as if sensitive there.  I put my
hand on his stomach and guided him to the bed.  At first, he seemed
confused, but then he got it and lied on the bed with his upper body coiled
upward.  "Relax, lie back," I told him in a soft voice.

     He lied back, but then immediately lifted his head to stare into my
eyes.  I stared back, as I grabbed his cock and slowly put it in my mouth.
He abruptly closed his eyes, lowered his head, and tightened his body, as a
warm gush of bitter cum filled my mouth.  The load was so unexpected I
immediately swallowed it.  "Wholly shit, this boy can cum," I thought.

     Even though I sucked him only for a few seconds, I remember thinking
his cock felt smooth in my mouth and smelled and tasted clean, if not a
little soapy.

     I pulled my mouth away, and he jolted in pain.  Then, he took a few
deep breaths, while holding his hands to his chest.  "I'm so sorry," he
gasped seconds later.

     "Fast, but it was hot," I responded.  I opened his legs a little.
Surprisingly, his butt was fuzzy.  "Can I see your hole?"

     "Uh...sure," he said apprehensively.

     I pushed on his legs.  They stiffened, so I pushed harder.  He shifted
and loosened up.  I pushed his legs out completely and inspected his hole.

     It was tiny and plain with a hint of peach, and it was slightly moist.
Without even thinking about it, I leaned over and gave it a few good licks.
He moaned for the first time.  It tasted slightly sweaty and shitty, but
wasn't bad.  "Tickles," he murmured.

     "It's nice," I said, starting to rub it.

     Suddenly, I stuck my fingertip into it, and he moaned louder.  He was
very tight, and it felt like sticking my finger in a casserole, right out
of the oven.  I looked into his face and noticed him grimacing in pain.  I
inched my finger deeper into him, and he grimaced harder.  I pulled my
finger out and continued licking it.  "Gonna cum again," he moaned.

     Quickly, I swallowed his cock, as a glob of cum dribbled down my
throat.  Seconds later, I pulled away, and his cock plopped down, finally
limp and bright red.

     I paused and started kissing his balls and the base of his cock.  He
lied there for a couple of minutes, not moving or saying anything.  He was
so relaxed he looked like he was sleeping.  Finally, he stirred and looked
at me.  "I feel bad you didn't get off.  Is there anything you want me to
do?"

     "Naw, it's cool.  I usually don't get off."

     He rose and started to get dressed, as he became shy again.  He was
also blushing, as if he was embarrassed.

     After he was done, he turned to me, looking lost again.  "Uh,
well...," he murmured.

     "It was nice to meet you."

     He glanced at me, flashed a nervous smile, and looked down.  For the
first time, I noticed he had dimples.  He then raised his hand briefly, as
to say "bye", and walked to the door.  "Later, bro," he mumbled and left.

     The next time I talked to him was a few weeks later.  He had always
wanted to meet again, but I didn't want to repeat the drive.  We stopped
talking after a few months, and I never heard from him again.  However, a
few years later, I noticed him online, looking for a hookup before he went
to boot camp.  By that time, he was claiming to be a big ole bottom!

The End