Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2015 00:45:51 -0400
From: derek guyson <drekguy08grad@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ride Home - Introduction

It has been quite some time since I've made a contribution to the archives,
but I personally believe that a story should not be forced onto the page,
or in this case onto the screen. When a story is ready to live then the
writer will have no choice but to provide that opportunity. If you are
offended by sexual stories between fictional adults and minors, etc. or if
it is illegal for you to consume such content then please go no further.


Otherwise pull down your boxers and get ready to go...

The Road Home – Introduction

My lust for boys had started when I was still a boy myself. I was 12 when
an older neighborhood first touched my cock behind his garage. That
awakening lead me to find boys my age and younger to introduce to this
exhilarating technique that he had referred to as "beating meat". I suppose
these types of behaviors are normal for boys first discovering their
rapidly developing bodies, but as I left boyhood and fell into manhood the
desire for those boys failed to leave my thoughts. I did what any man with
deviant desires does, I got married right out of college and started a
family. To say that I was not in-love with my wife would be a lie, but I
knew that I was going to spend the rest of my life without ever
experiencing full-sexual-satisfaction again, because what I really wanted
beside me in my bed at night was a boy.


My youngest son celebrated his 13th birthday this past spring and it was
that very party that changed my life forever. I remember the stress and
tension that day as my wife and I rushed around to try and make sure
everything was perfect before Mitchell's guests were due to arrive. Before
long the house was filled with ten boys ranging from the ages of 12 to 14.
One after one they arrived and their pure beauty seemed to increase with
each new arrival. By the time the last guest had arrived my cock was
leaking through my briefs and I knew that I needed to take care of
business. I slipped away from the festive chaos and closed my bedroom door
behind me. Apparently I decided to change just in time, because I could see
the slightest spot of cock-drool forming on the front of my khakis.  I
peeled them off quickly, followed by my wet briefs and dug through my
drawers for fresh clothing. My hairy cock was bobbing up and down, but as
much as I wanted to relieve myself I knew that if I were gone too long my
wife would come looking for me. Just as I found a new pair of pants and
briefs I saw my bedroom door swing open and in walked one of my son's
classmates. I quickly fumbled with my clothing in a frantic attempt to
cover my leaking dick, but I could tell by the shocked expression that the
kid had already seen my manhood.


"I- I'm sorry sir- I- I was looking for the bathroom." I could hear the
fear in his voice and without thinking I gestured down the hall, revealing
my groin once again. He smiled and slowly closed the door. My heart was
pounding and I felt extremely dizzy. Just the realization that this young,
freckled-faced boy had seen my wet dick drove me into hysterics. I dropped
the clothes and started tugging furiously and quickly came with such force
that I fell to my knees in ecstasy.

**The party isn't over yet! Stay tuned for the next installment...**