Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2006 20:41:41 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: SKIN THAT FUCKER BACK When I checked my post office box on Thursday, a letter was in the box with no name but with the correct box number -- 1068. I opened it to find a short message -- "Meet me at the men's room at the lake on Saturday at 11AM." I had no idea who it was from but curiosity got the best of me. I parked where I could watch the men's room. The only one hanging around was a young boy, 14 or 15 years old, with a bicycle. He was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. I watched him intensely. He looked at me occasionally. Around 11:30 he rolled his bike into the men's room so I decided to check it out, too. His bike was propped against a wall and he was standing at a urinal. I immediately walked up to the adjacent one. The kid already had his dick out; he wasn't pissing but he sure as hell was displaying a big one for a kid his age and it was already rock hard. He scoped out my dick and his erection plus his interest in my dick caused me to develop a boner in record time, as he watched. He spoke first; looking right at mine, "Skin that fucker back so I can see the head!" "Like it?" "Shit man, I love it! It's huge." Do you ever mess around with boys?" Another guy walked in and the boy rushed out. I thought it best to wait a minute or two, but the new guy went into a stall, so I left, too. At first I thought the kid had been scared off until I saw him standing by the driver's door of my car, lighting another cigarette. He right away said, "Well?" Having forgotten where we'd left off with the conversation, I replied, "Well what?" "Do you like to mess around with boys?" "I love to, especially boys with cocks between their legs the size of yours but not in restrooms in parks." "Got a place to go?" "Sure do. I'm not married. How much time do you have?" "If you get me home by 5PM, I'm yours till then." I helped him take the front wheel off his bike and get it into the back seat. He asked, "Are you still hard?" "Yea!" As he took his out, he said, "Show it to me for a minute." I guess it was a good thing, being we'd gotten a little too far into our foreplay, because he suddenly shouted, "Lets get out of here -- the guy I was supposed to meet just wheeled in. Hurry, he hasn't spotted me yet!" "Are you afraid of him?" "No, I'd just rather spend the afternoon with you," "Why's that?" "Because you're younger than he is and you've got the biggest fucking cock I've ever seen. "If you want to you can suck it, if you'll let me suck yours." "I sure as hell do want to suck it!" I always left a light on in the garage so when I drove in and used the automatic opener to close the door I could see the door that led into my computer repair workroom and office. I checked the answering machine for incoming calls and, if asked, told the callers my office hours. Then we went into the house via the back door, through the kitchen and dining room and down the hall to my bedroom where we began to shuck our clothes. I don't think either of us had lost our erections. I told the kid my name was Joe and he said his was Zach. That was about all we got communicated -- verbally at least, because Zach went down on me and that took all the concentration both of us could muster. Zach was a cock hungry, first class cocksucker despite his age (he turned out to be 14 years and 3 months in age.) He seemed to know it would be more pleasurable for both of us if he took his time; he had a hot, saliva filled mouth and watched his teeth. It was obvious he'd sucked cock before. I told him before we started anything that I'd take him home because that would mean we would have more time together. It seemed minutes before I was bringing him to climax. Despite his age, he had a cocksucker's dream between his legs. It was big enough to be more than merely interesting, he was responsive and got me hornier than usual with his dirty language -- "Oh yeah, baby, suck my boy dick" -- "Oh yeah, work that meat" and finally -- "Get ready, I'm going to shoot!" as he grabbed the sides of my head and rammed his cock all the way in and held it there, so we could both enjoy his orgasm. After we wrapped our arms around each other we were silent except for our heavy breathing. I was the first to speak, saying, "That wiped me out." "Me, too, but we've at least gotta try to do it again before I leave." "Sure, trying is almost as much fun as doing it." We never did put our clothes back on but we tried it again. We not only tried it but we succeed -- a bigger achievement for me than for Zach. At one point in our conversation he asked if I wanted to do it with him again. I assured him that I wanted to as often as possible, to which he replied "Me too" and went on to say his mother worked six days a week, but both her work days and hours worked varied, so Wednesdays and Saturdays were his best days. The others were too chancy. "Shit, I was hoping we could do it oftener if you'd like to." "I sure would like to. It's so much better doing it in bed, and this was my first time for that -- getting naked and all in a clean room and not worrying about getting caught." "What if I hired you to work after school -- answering the phone, cleaning computers with compressed air, that sort of thing and I'd pay you under the table -- ten bucks an hour plus a lot of sex?" "Do you really mean that?" "I always mean what I say. It can be whatever hours and whatever days you want and can change after you start if other times and days should become more convenient. You check it out with your mom first, but omitting the sex part. Have her call me tonight." "What should I say about how and where we met?" "Oh shit, I never thought about that? -- How about you saw me tacking up a Help Wanted advertisement at the 7-Eleven Store or on the school bulletin board -- whatever you'd be most comfortable with." Around 7:00 that evening, Zach's mom, Sharon Lindsey, called and said she'd like to talk to me about my having Zach work for me and apologized for calling in the evening but Zach was all worked up and bugging her to call right away. I told her that my name was Joe Burton and suggested if she hadn't eaten why didn't she and Zack meet me at the Red Lobster Restaurant and we could talk face to face. As luck would have it we pulled in to the parking lot at the exact same time. When being seated, the headwaiter pulled out a chair for Sharon so Zach and I sat on the upholstered bench seat along the wall. We both had a dry Martini and then another one as we waited for the meal to come. Sharon excused herself to go to the Ladies' Room and Zach's hand was immediately on my crotch, feeling me up and establishing eye contact -- as much as if to say he'd sure like some right now. All of us had Lobster and the conversation slowed for a while as we ate, but in the interval between the main course and desert, Sharon had a lot to say. I learned that her husband split before Zach was born and she thought Zach would like a man's company (that was the fucking truth) and then she asked if I'd like having Zach around. I replied I would (being careful that my tongue didn't drop out and the corners of my mouth weren't drooling and I wasn't flinching as Zach rubbed his foot up and down the side of my leg. The kid had my bone as hard as it was at the urinal in the men's room at the lake. Waiting for the waiter to return with my credit card and the cash register receipt for the meal, Sharon went to the Ladies room again and Zach said he had something to ask me that his mom told him to ask me. "And what's that?" "Can I go home with you and stay until it's time to go to school Monday morning?" At that moment I was so taken aback Zach could have pushed me over with one finger." He quickly volunteered to tell me that Sharon's boyfriend was coming to stay over tonight and tomorrow night and she was taking advantage of me to get rid of him." We saw Sharon coming, so I told Zach, "Yes" but I'll want to hear more when we get in the car." She thanked me but didn't even have the courtesy to appear embarrassed. Zack threw his backpack in my car and we left. I guess I was kind of quiet in the car because Zach asked me if something was wrong. I told him no, I was just thinking. "It's wrong that your mother has her boyfriend over to her house with a teenage boy living there. Then I got to thinking it was no worse than my having sex with you." "Well, she asked you if you'd like to have me around and that she thought I needed a man's company and you agreed to both. What's the prob?" I had to smile. The kid had a totally different perspective of it than I had. I knew one thing -- he had no problem with it. He continued. "You told me you'd like to do it as often as we could. I hope you're not backing out on me." "Wait until we go to bed, and then ask that question." "We quickly got naked and were both semi-erect by the time we threw our boxers on the floor. Zach sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me toward him. "This time, I'm going to skin that fucker back." With his thumb on the bottom and his forefinger on the top he gently and slowly moved my foreskin back until it hooked on the rim of my cockhead, moved his face closer to it and sat looking at it. "Oh shit, that big fucker of yours really gets to me. It really turns me on. Can you get your foreskin back down?" "Sometimes." "Try to do it now." I worked it back down, got a forefinger inside the skin and opened things up a little then with a finger from each hand pulled it open and back over my cockhead. "There." "Thanks a lot." "Why did you want me to do that?" "You'll see." "Taking as much of it as he could get into his mouth he waited. I began to harden even more than I already was and I could feel my foreskin creeping back up and over my cockhead. Zack started waving his arms and with my cock still in his mouth, managed to say, "I can feel it moving in my mouth." I pulled out. I had to. "Oh God, Zach, you damn near made me shoot. Nobody's ever done anything like that before." I bent down and kissed him. "You liked it then?" "I sure as hell did, where did you learn to do that." "I just thought of it in the car coming home and knew I wanted to do it. I'm hooked on your cock." "I guessed that and I want you to know I'm hooked on yours too. I get hard just looking at it. I love your cockhead being out in the open where I can see it without having to skin your fucker back, as you say." "I'm glad." With that he kissed me and we got into bed with the front of our bodies pressed together from head to toe. Then the wildest, yet simplest, most gentle, most sexually satisfying thing I'd ever experienced happened. I quickly reached over him and pulled his butt so our bodies were held tight together as our cocks began jerking and spewing their love juices out and onto one another. It may not sound so erotic just reading about it, but, believe me, it was so unexpected and it seemed so natural and lasted so long and it so utterly drained our bodies of all anxiety and tension that neither of us wanted to move. It was as though we'd been awake to witness and luxuriate in a wet dream. I woke up around midnight, turned off the bedside lamp and returned to the position I was in and didn't wake up again until l0AM, no covers, still naked and Zach sitting on the floor beside the bed just looking at me. "Hi, I've been looking around your house. It's like most of the houses in the block but unbelievable outside. How did you get it to look like this? "I have an architect friend who did it for me. It's very modern and slightly oriental. Do you like it?" "I love it. It's so clean and simple." "You didn't by any chance make coffee." "No the kitchen counters are bare." I opened a cupboard that had the coffee maker and the coffee, made toast and put bowls and cereal on the table. I went into the study and got the letter that I'd received in my POB that led to this encounter. He looked at it and said, "It should have been 1086 -- not 1068. That was one fucking, lucky mistake. Do you believe in miracles?" "Not really, but, like you said, it was one fucking lucky mistake and within the next hour we'll have spent our first day together." "How are we going to spend today, other than in bed?" "We'll think of something and I have the feeling that the 'in bed part' will take care of itself." I belonged to the YMCA and often went swimming in their indoor pool on Saturday mornings, even though it was crowed as hell. You didn't need swimming suits and lots of boys and men had semi-erections. Like a lot of kids, Zach's chief delight was jumping off the diving board, swimming back to the edge and doing it again, over and over again. The kid seemed to have a knack for wearing me out. I took him into the steam bath with me and again we saw a lot of semi-erections as well as a few total-erections. Next we went to a department store and I got him some new jeans, sweat socks, colored T-shits and a pair of Reeboks as well as a pair of leather shoes, a windbreaker and a heavier, winter coat. Every time I took something to the check out stand, he said, "Thanks Uncle Joe and kissed me on the cheek. Uncle Joe stuck when we were in a public place and so did the kissing in public. He was the most kissing kid I'd ever seen and I loved it. We ate at McDonalds and ended the day at the supermarket, bring a roast chicken home for dinner that we could eat watching movies -- straight movies -- the porno films came later. Besides kissing, he practically smothered me while we sat together on the sofa watching movies. After the last movie, we went outside and sat on the patio so we could smoke a couple of cigarettes. We smoked in the car, but I didn't like to smoke in the house. He understood why, so it was no problem. Getting ready for bed, I told him how fantastic last night had been, shooting off voluntarily, so to speak. "It was good, do you want me to get you off without even touching you?" "I don't think you could." "Want to bet me?" "Sure, I'll bet you $20.00." "Get naked, then and sit in that chair." With that he picked up what he'd already taken off and went into the bathroom. When he came back out he was fully dressed but barefooted and slowly began to strip, starting with working his T-shirt over his head and tossing it to me. "Smell it, cocksucker, smell the arm pits and think of smelling my arm pits, I'd like that and I'll let you do it" as he raised his arm and smelled his own pits while running his other hand over his nipples, rib cage and the flat stomach of his skinny frame. He, then, unzipped his jeans and wiggled, side to side, until they dropped into a pile around his feet on the floor. He kicked them aside, moved closer and stood so I had a side view of his big, boy cock tenting his shorts as he played with it through his boxers. "Oh that excites you, doesn't it?" He moved still closer, took it out and continued, you can look at it but you can't touch it until we get into bed. I know you want it. You want to jack it and then suck it. Here, I'll even let you see my balls." Finally he pulled down his boxers and stood so I had a full frontal view. "Oh, your fucker is getting really big and hard. I'm sorry we cant play with each other, but you've got to tell me you're close then I'll take it in my mouth so you can cum down my throat -- it's less messy that way. He had me; I told him I was ready. He put his lips around my cockhead and I exploded. He stood up, put his cockhead it in my mouth, jacked it once or twice and his sweet, boy juice flowed into my mouth. When recovered, I picked up my wallet and started to pull out $20.00. He stopped by saying, "Don't do that. It was just a game." Life was never dull with Zach. "Zack, lets go out on the patio and smoke a cigarette. Damn something I forgot in the department store was a terry cloth robe for you. We can't both fit into mine, so blankets will have to do." He ripped a blanket off the bed, saying, "One blanket will do for both of us." We sat side by side on the doublewide chaise lounge snuggled together in one blanket and smoked our cigarettes. When finished he reaches over, finds my cock and skins it back. That was really an obsession with him and I didn't mind in the least because it gave us both instant erections. We turned, facing each other and began kissing. "Jody, another new nickname, have I told you that I really love that big fucker of yours." "Not in so many works, but I'd guessed that you did." "Have you guessed that I love you, all of you, I mean?" "No, but I'm glad because I love you, too. I mean all of you." He laid his head on my chest, never letting go of my cock and we both chocked up and I felt tears drop on my chest. "Please, Zach, don't cry. Maybe I was wrong. I guess I do believe in miracles." "Do you know what I hope the next miracle will be?" "Zack, the only thing I'm sure of with you is that I can never guess what you're going to come up with next and I don't even try because it's always such a nice surprise." "Well, get ready and I hope it is a nice surprise. Can I live with you?" "You mean permanently? Get ready for another miracle and it's a good thing you asked me in person rather than mailing it to the wrong POB again. Of course you can. Nothing would make me happier if you're sure that's what you want." "Do you have your cell phone with you?" "Yes, it's on the glass topped table." "Zach reaches and picks it up, dials and says, "Hi mom, guessed you'd probably be still up. Want to ask you to leave the key under the doormat if you leave tomorrow. Why? Because I'm going to drop by and get some of my stuff. Why? Because I'm moving in with Joe. Why? Because I want to. Why? Because we love eachother. I guess you can understand that. And that was that. We went back to the bedroom, turned out the light, and I asked, "What do you want to do to start things off?" "What would you like?" "Can you cum again?" "Sure, if you let me skin that fucker back and hold it." In a 69 position he skinned it back, I sucked him and he had a big cum -- boys are so hot. And so much fun.