Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 21:47:20 -0800 (PST)
From: john smith <danrafe3@yahoo.com>
Subject: Would-be Rapist

The following story is a work of complete fiction.  Any resemblance the
characters have to real people is purely coincidental. If you're
uncomfortable with the idea of sex between a college student and a
teenager, please stop reading here. Everyone else, enjoy!

Would-be Rapist

The boy's hands trembled as he waved the knife in my face.  "Now your
belt", he rasped, dropping my t-shirt on the leaves behind him.  As I
slowly unbuckled my belt, I took a good look at my would-be teenage rapist.
He was young, probably 15, and very nervous.  He was only about 5'5", nine
inches shy of my 6'2", and had just enough baby fat left to give his body
that adorable plump smoothness of a healthy adolescent.  His sandy hair was
short and spiky, and his pale, freckled face was flushed with fear,
excitement and, from the iron bulge in his shorts, 15 year-old lust.  His
clothes were in the latest baggy style, a bright red polo shirt tucked into
cargo shorts that hung down past his knees.  A white, upside down visor,
black Vans and white ankle socks only complemented an already
mouth-watering picture.

I handed him my belt and saw his arm jerk as I brushed his fingers with
mine.  "Take off your shoes and socks," he commanded, dropping the belt.
Well, his confidence is certainly growing, I thought as I bent down to
fumble with my laces.  When he first spoke to me on the sidewalk I could
barely hear his terrified stuttering.

I had been taking a late-night walk around the campus of the small state
college where I'm a junior English major.  Finals are only two days away,
and after a whole day spent locked in my room trying to finish a 20 page
paper that I had left way too late, I had decided to take a walk to clear
my head.  Our campus is huge, half-covered in thick woods, which are
separated from the dorms by the athletic fields.  The main road ran in a
long curve from the dorms, past the fields and through the woods before it
reached the campus entrance.  It was lit by widely spaced street lights
that only intensified the deep wall of blackness that marked the edge of
the woods, which came right up to the sidewalk.  Here, on the far side of
the road's curve, almost a mile of trees and fields lay between the
sidewalk and my room.  The campus police made frequent warnings about the
danger of walking alone out here, but being my 20 year old, 6'2", 190 pound
self I never figured I'd have a problem.

And I never did, until this kid stepped out of the woods in front of me and
flashed his ridiculous little pocket knife.  Now, a pocket knife is almost
useless as a weapon, especially when wielded by a trembling teenage boy.
When he pointed the knife and told me to stop, I almost laughed and kept
walking, but I have a definite thing for young skater boys and here was one
of the hottest I'd ever seen.  I figured I'd hear what he wanted, and then
beat the shit out of him if it was money.  It'd be a shame to bruise that
smooth face with the cute little pug nose, but at least I would be able to
touch him.

His demand, however, wasn't for my money, but for something a little
different.  "Yo-you're going to blow me", he stuttered.  What?!  Was I
hearing this?  Was this walking wet dream actually demanding that I suck
his cock?  Thank you lord!  Best not seem too eager though...

"What?" I asked, pretending to be stunned.

"I want you to blow me."

"You're serious?"

"Yes!  Now get into the woods!"

"OK, dude, OK, just take it easy with the knife."

I stepped off the sidewalk and into the dark under the trees.  "Keep
going," he said, following close behind me.  I held my hands up in mock
surrender and walked forward, following what seemed to be a path.  After a
few hundred feet, during which I heard the boy's breathing quicken, the
path led to a small clearing.  The road and street lights had completely
disappeared from view, and the only light came from the full moon, which
was quite bright.  "Stop and turn around," said the boy, standing a few
feet away from me.  "Now take off your shirt..."

I tossed my socks onto the growing pile of clothes behind the boy and stood
up.  "You know what's next.  Take 'em off!"  Feeling the dry leaves under
my bare feet and the warm breeze on my naked chest, I slowly unzipped my
shorts.  The boy's eyes were nailed to my crotch as I hooked my thumbs into
the waist of my boxers and began to pull both down my legs.  When my
stiffening, 7.5 inch cock bounced free of my waistband, the kid kind of
gasped and rubbed his free hand up against the front of his shorts.  I
dropped my shorts and boxers and stood up, thrusting my hips forward toward
the boy.  "What now," I asked.  The kid started like I had jabbed him with
a pin, wrenching his eyes from my now fully hard, pulsing cock.

"Uh, get on your knees and come here."

I dropped down and began to crawl forward, stopping only a few inches from
the boy's tented shorts.  Unbidden, I ran my hand over the rock hard lump,
feeling a damp spot on the cloth at the tip.  "You're gonna need to lose
those," I whispered.  The kid, his eyes closed and his face shuddering,
only nodded.  I stood back up and tugged the kid's shirt from his
waistband, whispering "Raise your arms." He did, knife forgotten in his
hand, and I slipped his shirt up over his head, knocking his visor to the
ground and dropping the shirt on top of it.

His bare chest glowed in the moonlight.  His nipples were two quarter sized
mounds jutting sharply from the smooth, hairless flesh.  I ran my hand over
his warm skin, caressing the soft mounds of his two slight boy tits.  I
tweaked one of his nipples and he gasped, so I leaned over and sucked the
other one into my mouth.  I worked his nipple like a tiny dick, swirling my
tongue around the bumpy base and teasing the hard tip.  My free hand roamed
over his torso, feeling the silky skin of his back and belly.

I dropped back down to me knees, freeing his well-slicked nipple.  It was
time to see what this kid was so desperate to have serviced.  He placed his
free hand on my shoulder as I unzipped his fly.  The cloth covered head of
his boy-prick jutted from the opening, and I leaned forward and engulfed it
with my mouth.  The kid grunted as I slowly worked the nicely sized head
with my lips.  The musky taste of piss and precum filled my mouth, and his
deep boy smell went straight from my nose to my dick.  I took advantage of
my kneeling position to untie his shoes.  I lifted his feet and slipped one
and then the other shoe off, giving each of his sock covered feet a quick
rub as I handled them.  The boy, who now had both hands on my head, made no
objection.

The front of his boxers were soaked with spit and precum, and I unsnapped
the button to his shorts.  I slid the cargos down, revealing that the
boxers covering my mouthful of boycock had a picture of Superman across the
front.  I lifted each of his feet again, helping him step out of the
shorts.  I trailed my hands over his calves, tickling the downy hairs
lightly sprinkled over this man-boy's firm legs.  His thighs were
unexpectedly hard and muscular, meaning he probably was a skater.  My hands
were back at his waist, and I hooked my fingers inside his boxers, slowly
pulling downwards.  I stopped suckling at his cock and dragged the cloth
free, revealing the beautiful 5.5 inch rod.  He had a little patch of hair
above his cock and none below.  His balls were drawn up tight in their
wrinkled sack, churning up the sweet boy juice that would be spurting out
much too soon.

I dropped his boxers at his feet and went straight back to his cock.  I
pursed my lips around the head and teased his slit with my tongue, lapping
at the flood of precum.  I spent a minute or so concentrating on the head,
tracing the ridge the crowned it and worshipping the spongy flesh.  When I
slid my lips forward, slowly sucking his cock into my mouth all the way
down to the root, his legs almost buckled.  I pulled off and suggested "Why
don't you lie down?"  He flung himself backward and spread his bare legs,
his prick stabbing straight up to the sky.  The knife had dropped long ago,
unheeded by either of us.  I crawled on my belly up between his legs and
slurped back down on his cock.  I was able to take the whole thing down, my
nose buried in his wispy pubes, and I began to bob my head, running my
pursed lips from tip to root.  He began moaning and rubbing his hands over
his chest and belly, and I knew he'd blow soon.  To slow things down I
pulled off of his cock and switched to tonguing his tight balls, sucking
one and then the other into my mouth.  He reached down and began to rub his
cock over my face, smearing me with spit and precum.  I took the hint and
switched back to the main course, alternating between bobbing up and down
the whole length and flicking my tongue over the underside, feeling the fat
vein pulse and twitch.  He was panting and making thrusting motions with
his hips, so I knew he was close.  I sucked right down to the root and
massaged the whole underside with my tongue.  His dick began to jerk and I
felt the first searing blast of cum jet against my throat.  Wave after wave
of boy spunk filled my mouth, and I tried to puff out my cheeks to hold it,
but some leaked out.  Finally, after a good nine or ten spurts, his balls
emptied.  I held his twitching cock in its warm jizz bath, using my tongue
to milk his urethra of every last drop.  After about a minute, when his
cock was beginning to soften, I slurped up as much creamy spunk as I could
and released his wonderful tool.  I licked up the few streams of milky cum
that had escaped and then sat back on my heels.  The boy was laying there,
eyes closed, chest heaving, swimming in the glow of his first consensual
orgasm.  I stood quietly and began to pull on my discarded clothes, using
the waistband of my shorts to trap my cock against my belly.  The kid was
looking up at me, smiling, looking just as hot as any boy I could ever
dream of.  "Thanks," he whispered.  I smiled back and pulled a slip of
paper from my wallet, jotting my name and phone number on it.  I bent down
and laid it on his bare belly, saying "Call me some time.  I think you can
forget the knife." Still smiling, I turned and walked quickly back to the
road and my room, already dreaming of the boy from the woods.

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