Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2012 16:46:41 -0400 (EDT)
From: Matt
Subject: Tim's Visit

This happened around five years ago.  I'm fifty years old and was -- and
still am - happily married.

I was sitting in my car in a car park.  I had my driver's side window wound
down, because I was having a cigarette, whilst listening to a Diana Ross CD
and reading a newspaper.

I was suddenly aware of a young lad standing alongside my window.  "Excuse
me" he said, " Do you have a spare cigarette?" I was a little taken aback.
I asked him how old he was and he said that he was thirteen..  I just told
him he was too young to smoke, and returned to my paper.  Then he asked me
whether I had anything to eat.  I found this strange.

As it happened, I had a half sandwich in my glove compartment, and for some
reason, I gave it to him.  He absolutely wolfed it down!

I looked at him a little more closely.  He was around five feet six inches
and slim.  He was wearing a red tee shirt, blue denim shorts and trainers.
It was impossible not to notice his slightly tanned, very shapely legs.

He was also -- and this is no exaggeration -- beautiful.  He had blond
hair, which covered his ears and curled at the ends.  His eyes were pale
blue, with long lashes.  His nose was small, and he had freckles to either
side over his cheeks.  He had gorgeous, full ruby lips, and gleaming white
teeth. I'd not taken in so much detail about a boy before.

He said, "Have you got any more food?"  I said that I was afraid I
hadn't. He asked if he could borrow some money to buy something to eat.
There was something odd about this situation.  I told him I didn't loan
money to any one -- let alone to complete strangers.  His reaction
absolutely shocked me. Tears were welling up in his eyes, and he blurted
out, "Could I give you a blow job? Then you could just give me the money.
You wouldn't be lending it."

I told him to get in my car. He sat in the passenger seat, and I asked him
where he'd heard about blowjobs. In some ways, I began to wish that I
hadn't. It turned out that his mother had died when he was nine years old.
His stepfather had sexually abused him, demanding and receiving "blowjobs".
He had been caught and imprisoned, and the lad -- whose name was Tim -- had
been taken into care by Social Services. He'd been in a care home until
around three months previously.  Then he'd been put into the care of foster
parents.  They had regularly beaten him with a leather belt!

Two days previously, he'd run away.  That was how he had turned up
alongside my car . . .

Wow! How had I found myself in this situation?

I thought the best thing I could do would be to deliver him to Social
Services, and told him that. He just turned and looked at me, tears in his
eyes again, and said, "Can't I stay with you for a while?"

I glanced down and saw those shapely tanned legs again.  For some
inexplicable reason, I reached across and put my left hand just above his
right knee.  His flesh felt warm and soft.  He put his right hand on my
left thigh, and it was like receiving a delicious mild electric shock! My
cock instantly began to harden.  I had never ever fancied a boy sexually;
but this was different. I had only put my hand there as a sort of friendly
gesture prior to explaining to him why I needed to take him to Social
Services.  He moved my hand up to the bottom of his shorts.  I glanced down
and saw that he was harder than me! There was a very obvious tenting. He
began to gently run his hand over my trousers or rather my cock.

I gently undid the zip on his denim shorts and released his cock. I was
amazed.  I have always been proud of my cut seven inches.  This boy's uncut
cock was practically the same size! What a nice match. He released mine,
and began to rub his finger over the end, and gently masturbate me. I
pulled his foreskin back, and the end of his cock looked gorgeous.  This
was all very new -- and perhaps all the more fabulous for that.

There was obviously no going back now.  We were both leaking pre-cum.  I
thought about sucking his cock there and then, but thought it might be
better in a bed.

I only lived about two miles away in a fairly large house.  My wife was
visiting her mother in Glasgow, and would not be home for two weeks. Both
of my sons were away at University.

I removed his hand from my cock and said, "OK -- that's it!"

He looked at me with a very sad expression, and said "but I thought we were
OK." I looked into his eyes and saw tears appearing again.  I was also very
aware of those beautiful full ruby lips.  I leaned across and brushed them
with mine.  Then we kissed properly. His lips tasted beautiful.  In no
time, our tongues were in each others' mouths.  I thought my balls would
explode.

I said, "Tim.  What I meant was that's it for doing anything in my car.  We
are going to my house!"

He gave me the most wonderful smile and lay back in the passenger seat.

When we pulled into my drive, he was rather impressed.  The house is set
back around a hundred yards from a quiet country road, and even though I
say it myself, has a lovely front garden -- lawns and shrubberies.

I took him through the front door and straight into the kitchen.  My
fridge/freezer was full of food; and I knew he was very hungry.  I asked
him whether steak and French fries would suffice.  His lovely smile said
everything.  I showed him a bathroom and told him to have a bath or shower
whilst I cooked the food.  I also gave him a bath towel and bath robe, and
told him to put his clothing in the laundry basket. In passing, I mentioned
that my name was Ian!  I had hardly started cooking when he appeared in the
kitchen.  He said he couldn't make the shower work.  He was completely
naked, and I could not believe my eyes!  The rest of his body matched his
legs -- slim, lightly tanned and hairless.  His skin was flawless. He had
large nipples, and I could see they were hard. His his thirteen-year old
boy frame was sporting that huge cock and I noticed that there was only a
tiny amount of light-coloured hair above it. His balls were hanging loosely
in their sac and looked pretty big.

I guessed that he knew how the shower worked, and just wanted an early
start! So I said gently "You go and work it out, Tim. And there's a douche
in there you ought to use . . ." He gave a rueful -- and beautiful - smile
and went back to the bathroom.

I turned off the cooker, went to my wife's shower room and locked myself
in.  I didn't need a shower; I'd taken one immediately before going
out. But in her cabinet was a douche, which I quickly used to clean my arse
inside and out.  There was also a vibrator and KY jelly.  I smeared the
vibrator and pushed it gingerly into my arse to loosen it up.  It felt
great! I put the tube of KY in my pocket.

I went back to the kitchen and finished off the steak and French fries.

Tim reappeared wearing the bath robe and nothing else. He looked even
lovelier with his bare feet and tousled wet hair.  The robe was open, and
his cock was rock hard.  I wanted to suck it there and then; but I served
our food instead.  He had obviously been ravenous. I cooked him a second
steak.

While he was eating it, I went to a spare bedroom, took off all of my
clothes and donned a dressing gown.  I put the KY on the bedside cabinet.

When he'd finished eating, I took him to a bathroom where we brushed our
teeth together, then kissed long and hard.  My cock was beginning to feel
like the Eiffel tower -- and his was beginning to look like it!

We went to the bedroom and disrobed. He lay on his back, and I had the
first chance to really explore his body.  I began by kissing his face all
over, and nuzzling his ears. Then I licked his beautiful chest and stomach.
His nipples were really hard and erect, so I gently sucked them.  He moaned
softly.

I ran my thumb over the tip of his cock, and his whole body quivered.
Pre-cum oozed on to my thumb, so I had to taste it. It was lovely. I gently
caressed his ball sac, and squeezed his balls. I raised his knees, and
began to rub the area between his balls and hole.  He loved it.

I put some KY onto my fingers and gently put my forefinger into his hole.
There was no resistance, so I added my middle finger, and reached further
inside him with both.  I took that beautiful cock into my mouth, and ran my
tongue over the head.  At the same time, I was exploring his hole.
Suddenly, I encountered a lump in there.  I realised it must be his
prostate.

Nobody had ever touched mine, so I didn't really know the effect of
massaging it. I soon found out. I ran my fingers across it, slowly at
first, then more quickly.  Tim began to really fuck my mouth, and
practically screamed "Oh, yes!" His cock twitched, his whole body seemed to
spasm, and my mouth was filled with his spunk.  I tried to swallow it, but
it seemed to be trapped at the back of my tongue somewhere.  I let it
stay. The taste was odd -- but delicious.

His erection went down, but his cock still looked gorgeous. The head had
retracted; but there was still a little spunk on his foreskin.  I licked it
off and greedily swallowed it. His cock twitched and began to harden again!

I said "Sorry, Tim. I didn't mean you to cum so quickly; but I couldn't
help myself." Tim gave me a quizzical look and just said, "It was amazing!"

I told him the truth.  I said, "I really wanted you to come inside me --
not in my mouth!"

He considered that, then said, "You wanted me to fuck you?"

"Yes", I admitted.  "I've never done that" he said.  And I said "And I've
never had it done to me!"

Tim smiled again, and said, "Do you still want me to?" All I could think of
saying was, "Yes, desperately! How about you?". He just sat up on the bed
and removed my dressing gown, then gave me a lingering kiss.  This was just
a gorgeous teenager, not an adult -- and he was in charge! But he surely
wasn't ready to come again yet? He was . . .

He pushed me gently onto my back, then started playing with me.  First of
all, he caressed my chest.  Then he ran his fingers over my nipples, before
licking then sucking them.  I had never felt anything so thrilling.

He played for a moment with my balls, then lubricated his fingers with KY
and put one in my arse.  It felt nice but no more.  He hadn't found my
prostate.

His cock was now fully erect.  "Is this what you want, Ian?" he asked.
"Yes please!" I said.  "But I want to fuck you next time!"  He gave me
another lovely smile and said, "That will be brilliant!"

I put the pillows beneath my bum and bent my knees so he had easy access to
my hole. He tried using his fingers again, but found no hot spot.  So I
smeared his cock with KY, and he tried to put it in me.  My hole seemed too
tight.  So as an avid Nifty reader, I mimicked having a crap.  Suddenly,
his cock was inside me.  It felt very uncomfortable.  But he slid gently
back and forth until it felt fine.  Then he pushed it in deeper.  This kid
was 13!

Soon, I discovered that I did indeed have a prostate. I suddenly felt a
huge rush of feeling that seemed to engulf my whole body -- especially my
cock and balls. I asked Tim not to stop!  He carried on and his big cock
kept rubbing my prostate, and the sensation got more and more intense until
I shot my biggest load ever -- all over my chest! He pulled his cock out,
played with it for a few seconds and shot an equally big load on my chest
. . .

Afterwards, I just had to say, "Tim.  You are the pretty boy that I wanted
to make love to.  You've turned everything on its head.  Thank you! But
next time, I want to fuck you.  He just said, "Yes, please! I really meant
what I said. Would you like me dressed as a girl?" Like him dressed as a
girl? Oh yes! And I would most certainly buy the requisite clothing.  I had
a day or two of the ultimate in pleasure ahead . . .