Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2018 01:04:50 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: The Doral Kid THE DORAL KID By Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin DISCLAIMER: This is set in the mid 1990's. It either did happen this way or it didn't. Complaints, compliments and comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please consider contributing to Nifty. The Archive deserves your support. How do you describe a city of 150,000? Big or small? I was between point A and point B, a six hour journey, and it was about half way. I had gas enough, driving a Saturn SL2, but I needed cigarettes. Up ahead in a non-descript area was a Shell station on the right. I pulled in and parked behind the building since I didn't need gas. Not thinking about much, I got out and started toward the store. "Hey Mister" The voice was behind me. I turned. It was a kid. The voice was a bit high pitched and I could see why. He was young. He looked 12 to me but with teenage boys it is hard to tell. I have seen 12 years I swore were 14 or 15, 15 year olds I swore were 18 and 16 year olds I swore were 13. You never know. It is all in when puberty starts and how fast. He's taller than a woman, maybe 5'5" or 5'6", shorter than me anyway. It is summertime but he is in jeans and a T shirt. Reflexively my eyes go to his crotch to see if he has a bulge and he kind of does. Brown hair, clear skin, no Adam's apple. Cute but non-descript, just like the surroundings. I jerk my head. "Yeah" He walks toward me. He has a crumpled up dollar in his hand. "Any way you could buy me a pack of Doral's? It's only a dollar" he says, holding out the dollar. He's too young to get smokes. Back in the day, they didn't care as much. Now they do. It may be a dollar for Doral's but it is three for Marlboro's. "How old are you?" I say. He looks insulted. "15" he says with injured pride. Well maybe, maybe not. Maybe he's 13 trying to act 15. Either way, it's not like I have a lot of morals. I am going to help the kid out. "Yeah, sure" I say, taking his dollar bill. I look around as I go in. Nobody seems to have noticed or cared about the interaction. It was when I got inside that I had an idea. Overall it wouldn't cost much if it didn't pan out and maybe it would. The place isn't that busy and I think I can probably get away with it. I go back to the cooler and get a 40 oz malt liquor and head up to the front counter. They have a rack in the far corner with porno mags -- all straight, Hustler, Penthouse, Playboy, Celebrity -- in wrappers. I pick up a Hustler. At the counter, I put them down and ask for a pack of Doral's and a pack of Marlboro Lights. The woman doesn't say anything much but rings it up. I take a 20 out of my wallet and have another in there. When she hands me back my change, I ask for the key to the bathroom. It is in the back of the building, not far from where the kid is. The beer, the cigarettes and the porn are in a paper bag. I pull out my cigs and head toward the kid. "Here are your cigarettes" I say, handing them to him "Thanks, dude" he says "You want this too?" I say, handing him the bag. He looks inside and then looks up at me, confused. "And a 20 dollar bill?" "What for?" "We go in that bathroom and I suck your dick" I answer. He hands me back the bag. "What the fuck do you care? Plus beer, plus porn and 20 dollars. All you got to do is stand there" He looks around the area. I do too. It isn't deserted but nobody is paying us attention and it isn't crowded either. "You want a blow job or not?" He weighs the possibility. He looks around again. I think it isn't going to go the way I want because what I want is to suck the kid's dick. Of course, if he says no, I'll still probably give him the bag just to help contribute to corrupting a minor because I don't need that shit. But I would keep the 20. "Okay" he says. This the tricky part: getting into the bathroom. I figure boldness is better than furtiveness. If you don't act guilty nobody will think you are. If you act like you belong to do what you are doing, people will accept it. Of course, it only takes one citizen to be worried for the innocence of the boy to fuck everything up. But we just go. I take the key, on a medium sized stick and quickly open the bathroom door. I open it and he goes in and I follow, closing the door behind me and locking it. It is a single toilet affair. There is a condom dispenser on the wall. It smells a little of stale urine. There is some graffiti on the wall -- if you want a BJ kind of stuff. I go over and sit on the toilet. "Well, come here" I say to the boy. He comes and over and stands in front of me. I nod for him to put the bag down, which he does. I tug at the fly of his jeans and make a hash of it before he undoes his pants. THey are tight enough, we have to pull them down. He is wearing boxers underneath. "You can look at the mag if you need to" I tell him. For whatever reason, he doesn't go for it. I pull down his boxers. "Well, fuck" I say. He is soft. Nice big balls, man sized. His dick isn't man sized yet but it is getting there. There is a ring of hair around the root of his cock and that's it. He's old enough to cum but hasn't for long. He is old enough to think dirty thoughts and fantasize about all sorts of nasty shit when he jacks off. The way I look at it, if you are old enough to cum then you are old enough to fuck. I tug on his balls. He is just looking at me, not really moving. I lean over and stick my tongue out, up under his soft cock, lifting it up and then plant my lips around the dark pink head. Soft, it isn't big and I put it in my mouth. All of it. All the way. How long for him to get hard? He's young. I think he is scared too. I am too, a bit. This is seriously illegal. But I am turned on by it too. I slide my lips back, flitting my tongue on the head of it. He stiffens some. Good. Easier to suck. All the way down again, a hand on his big, full balls, tugging at them. All the way off almost, just the head in my mouth and I suck on it hard. I am hard as a rock. I have to stop so I can stand up and undo my pants to get at my cock. The kid is wide eyed but he reaches down to stroke himself while I get my pants down. "That's big" he says. It isn't. Well, I am above average I guess but not super hung. But let's face it, he's never seen a man's cock hard and angry, ready for action, I suspect. Now, every young boy has. They've seen internet porn from a young age. This was in the mid 90's. There was the internet and there was porn but streaming wasn't practical with the slow download speeds of dial up. No, he's never seen a man hard. But when he gets it back in my mouth, he is hard. I stroke myself with one hand and put the other on the shaft of his cock even as I wolf it down. He still hasn't moved but his is swollen and stiff. Good sign. Is he gay? Who knows. I don't know if he's 15 for real, and probably not since the cock is the cock of a 13 year old, and I figure at that age anything sexual is a turn on. And a blow job is a blow job and blow jobs feel good. I am working on it, all the way in, no gagging. I am an experienced cock sucker. All the way in and back off, a little stoke with the hand as my lips retreat. Lips, tongue, suction, hand. A good blow job. The next little piece of teenage pussy that puts her lips on this tool won't be as good as me. He puts his hands on my head. Good. Loosen up a bit. Still hard though. He moans. It feels good. He has the musk of a man, though. Earthy. I go for his balls, hairy and unshaved. First one and then the other, stroking the shaft as I do it. He sighs. He had no idea that his balls were for more than hanging there and making sperm. He pants as I go back down on him. "Ohh, Mister, that feels good" he says, putting his hands back on my head. Nobody has to teach a boy to drive his dick into whatever hole it is in. It is evolution. It is instinct. He wants it down my throat for reasons he can only guess at. He face fucks me. I don't mind. I'm a fag. I have no gag reflex. I can deep throat a man and I can sure as fuck deep throat a boy. He moans as he pushes it in. "Uuuhhhh, uuuuhhh" he say moans with each exhale. "Ohhh man, that is soooo goood" He is almost acting anxious, rubbing his hair, squeezing his neck, putting his hands back on. Restless. As if in pain. But it isn't pain. No, not pain at all. It is pleasure so intense that he doesn't know how to handle it. He has stroked it before. He knows what it feels like to be ready to cum but he has never been out of control before. Bever had another person get him off. It isn't the same. It is better. His balls are tight up against his body. He is close. He doesn't know what to do. Breathing is hard. Thinking impossible. All pleasure, pleasure so intense as to be painful. Complete lose of control. He tries to ram it down my throat and I let him. I just suck it, using my tongue to massage the shaft as I go up and down on it. "Ooohhh" he calls out loudly. "Oh my God" One last grunt and he seems to stop breathing, no motion. His dick twitches in my mouth, like a live animal, as he unloads a rich, salty wad of cream in my mouth. It twitches 4, 5, 6 times as he pours cum in my mouth. "Wow" he says. "Yeah" I say. I reach down for my wallet. "Here's your 20." He hesitates. "You don't have to pay me mister" "Take the money," I say, handing him the 20. He takes it. "Cool" he says. He pulls up his pants, shoves his still engorged dick into his pants and grabs the beer and porn and leaves. I go a minute or two later. He's gone when I got out, back into the light. I return the key, get in my car and leave.