Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2000 11:06:46 PST From: b s Subject: "Willoughby Avenue" (M/t) (enema) (anal) Note: The following story is a work of erotic fiction. Any resemblance to someone who is living, dead or somewhere in between is a case of wishful thinking. If you are under the legal age for your area or are offended by homosexual acts between an adult and a teenager or an adult and a boy then move along. "Willoughby Avenue" (M/t) (enema) (anal) by B. (s409@hotmail.com) On the north side of the university is Willoughby Avenue, a congested thoroughfare intersected by over a dozen roads leading either easterly into the bowels of the colleges or westerly into the neighborhoods where the students reside. Directly across from the university on Willoughby are the type of businesses that you find near any large school: pizza shops, record stores, fast food restaurants, bars, tattoo parlours and video arcades. It is this last business, the arcade, that attracts not just college guys but their younger brethren, high and middle school boys. I have discovered that a visit to a video arcade on Willoughby with a bag of weed and a pocket full of tokens can lead to a very pleasurable encounter with a teenager. Before you go running off to your local arcade expecting to bag a horny fifteen year-old, let me give you some hints on finding the right boy. To begin with, he will have to be alone. Boys in groups tend not to want to interact with adults. Next, look for a boy who smokes. If he smokes cigarettes more than likely he indulges in pot. Once you convince him to partake of a joint or two, you'll have a better chance of getting him to take off his pants. Finally, you must act as if you come to the arcade just to play the games. Thus, have a lot of tokens in your pocket before you make your move. As an example, let me tell you about my last conquest. The previous Thursday after class I went to one of the video arcades on Willoughby. After about an hour of dropping tokens, I was just about to call it quits and head home when I noticed a tall brown hair boy playing one of the Mortal Kombat games. I walked over and asked him if he wanted a challenger. He shrugged so I dropped a couple tokens and started to play against him. After about a dozen matches, he ran out of tokens so I put some in the machine so he could continue playing. We battled each other for about forty-five minutes. Then he said that he needed a smoke break. He fished around in his pocket, extracted an empty Marlboro pack and then asked me if I had cigarette. I said no but quickly flashed the bag of weed. I asked him if he wanted to smoke a blunt with me at my house. He hesitated. He had to be home by 8 pm. I told him I'd drop him off at his front door before 7:45 pm. He grinned and said let's party. My car was parked just down the street so we didn't have to walk too far. On the way to the car, I told him that I needed to pick up some items at the drugstore. He stood outside while I went in the pharmacy and bought a couple of disposable enemas, some KY and a pack of Marlboros. When we got to the car, I pulled the Marlboros out of the bag from the drugstore and tossed them on his lap. I threw the bag on the back seat. He said thanks and asked me if he could smoke in the car. I told him that I didn't mind. Due to traffic it took longer than usual to drive from Willoughby Avenue to my home. After he finished his cigarette, he started getting bored. He changed the radio station a half-dozen times. He opened the glove box and inspected the contents. Finally he reached around to the back seat, grabbed the bag and opened it. At first he looked rather shocked, then he got a sly grin and asked if I was constipated. I replied that I wasn't constipated, I just liked having things shoved up my ass. He giggled and threw the bag into the back seat. When we reached my house, we went into the living room. I got the rolling paper out of the drawer in the coffee table and tossed the bag of weed on the table. I told him to roll a couple of joints while I got some beers from the kitchen. He sat down on the sofa. When I returned with the beers he had finished making one joint and was rolling another. I used the remote to turn on the CD player and then closed the drapes. We spent about an hour smoking joints and sipping beer. I had the volume turned up on the CD player so we couldn't really talk except in the brief silence between the songs. In that time, I discovered that his name was Will. He was sixteen and lived with his mother in an apartment near Willoughby Avenue. In addition to pot, he sometimes did acid. During the summer, he had worked at a fast food restaurant near the university but now he depended on his meager allowance to buy "the necessities of life", such as cigarettes, dope and video game tokens. While we partied and the music played I got an opportunity to closely inspect Will's face and body. His light brown hair was cropped very short. In fact, the absence of hair made his ears appear to stick out from the side of his head. He had only wisps of downy facial hair - a light mustache and hints of impending sideburns. His nose and mouth were small but he had a prominent chin. I realized when I met Will in the arcade that he must have been around six feet tall. Slumping on the couch, I could tell that he was thin and gangly like most boys his age. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt and baggy jeans. Thus, it was impossible to tell how much body hair he had. He did have long slender fingers and enormous basketball shoes. While I toked on the joint, I wondered if his hands and feet would be indicative of a big cock. Using the remote, I paused the CD and asked him if he would get the bag from the back seat of the car. He replied in jest, "Yeah, I'll get it for five bucks." I pulled a five out of my wallet and set it on the table. Will jumped off the sofa, grabbed the five and within a minute was back in the living room with the bag. Instead of just putting the bag on the coffee table, he sat down on the sofa with it and extracted the contents. The dope had put him in a silly mood. As he pulled out two enema boxes he just started laughing uncontrollably. While Will was still giggling about the enemas, I asked him if he wanted to earn twenty dollars. He looked up at me. I could tell that he was interested. I told him that although I needed an enema, it's difficult for me to insert them in my asshole. Would he give me an enema for twenty dollars? Will got quiet and looked down at the floor. I thought that he would bolt for the door but instead he said, "For twenty bucks, sure." I stood up and took off my shirt. I unhooked my belt. I slid off my pants and my boxers. Just thinking about Will giving me an enema had made my cock hard so he saw me fully erect. When he noticed my hard-on, he looked away. I got down on my hands and knees on the carpeting. I instructed him to open the box and take the orange cap off the end of the enema bottle. He kneeled behind me and, while giggling, he pushed the enema tip between my crack but totally missed my asshole. That definitely didn't feel very good. I told Will to look in my ass, find my hole and then shove the enema into me. He leaned forward and this time very carefully pushed the enema tip into my asshole. He then squeezed the bottle. I felt the water flowing inside of me. After a couple minutes, Will said that the bottle was empty. I told him to pull it out of my ass, which he did. He thought that it was gross that there was shit on the tip so he put the used enema back in the box. He wasn't surprised when I asked him to insert the second enema into me. He extracted the disposable enema from the box, removed the cap and then pushed it inside of me. I moaned as he slid the tip up my ass. He said that I must like getting enemas. Of course, my throbbing cock was a pretty good indicator that I was turned on. About halfway through the second enema, Will slid the tip in and out of my ass a few times. He laughed and asked if that's what it felt like getting buttfucked. I replied that I'd pay him another twenty if he wanted to prove it by fucking me. He was quiet while he squeezed the bottle and finished forcing the water into me. As he pulled the enema out of my hole, he said, "Get me a rubber and I'll fuck you for another twenty." He was rubbing the front of his pants. I headed for the bathroom and expelled the shit and water from my ass. On the way back to the living room I got a condom from my bedroom. When I got back to the living room, Will was still rubbing his cock through his jeans. He said he would fuck me doggy style. He didn't want me to look at him or play with my cock while he was fucking me. I guess that this was his way of "acting straight" so I agreed. I gave him the condom and the KY. Once again I got on all fours on the carpet. It took about a couple of minutes for Will to pull down his pants, get behind me, roll on the condom and grease up his cock with the KY. He surprised me by shoving a KY-coated finger in and out of my ass a few times. However, after this brief finger fucking, he pulled my hips back and shoved his cock deep into my ass. His dick wasn't very thick but it was long. After about a second or two of getting used to the warmth and tightness of my asshole, he started fucking me. He would pull out until just the head was in my ass and then slam it back inside of me so that I could feel his balls slapping against my crack. Will couldn't have lasted more than five minutes before I felt his cock swell. He gasped loudly when he ejaculated. He pulled out and I rolled over on my back. As he slid the condom off his softening cock, I jerked off in a frenzy. I came all over my chest and stomach. Will didn't look away as I shot my load. He looked sort of pleased. Maybe he was proud of the fucking that he had given me. I went to the bathroom and got a couple of towels so we could clean up. When I returned to the living room, Will had pulled up his pants and was sitting on the sofa. I was still naked. While I wiped the cum off my chest and crotch, he asked me if it hurt when he fucked me. I told him that no, on the contrary, it felt great. Will then wanted to know if my asshole was now as "loose as a whore's pussy." I laughed and replied that my hole was probably torn open after his fucking. I asked him how long was his cock. He said that he slid eight inches up my ass. After cleaning up, I got dressed, gave Will his forty dollars and drove him home. Thus, now you know my modus operandi to finding teenage boys. I have brought twelve boys home from those arcades on Willoughby Avenue since last June. Of course, not every one of them has panned out into a sex session but I have had some good times and interesting tales to tell.