Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 21:57:06 -0500 From: Dick Hertz Subject: Alarming James 1 It hasn't been easy to admit I'm getting too old to do those things I used to do. There was a time when I could work my regular eight hour day at my full-time job and then go work another four to six hours installing alarm systems. I started working in the alarm business when I got out of the Army and started my own alarm business about 20 years ago. The alarm business gave me a kind of satisfaction that was missing in my regular job, but I needed the job for the benefits and security. Now I'm fifty five and working both jobs has taken a toll on my body. My knees are shot and my back is bad, but I could never find a helper that I could count on to do things my way. I ran into an electrician on one job who was moonlighting from his job as a vocational school teacher. I mentioned that I could sure use some help. He said they had kids who were in the vocational program who would be willing to earn some extra cash. Most of these kids came from less than affluent families and were willing to work to better their situations. That is how I was introduced to James. I got his number from the vocational teacher and called him to see if he could work with me on the following Saturday. He was excited at the prospect and met me at my house at 8:00 Saturday morning. My wife fed him breakfast while I finished getting ready. He made himself right at home and proved to be very personable and talkative. I learned more about him on the drive to the job. He had just turned eighteen and was doing well in the vocational side of his education, but was a year behind in his academic work. He was a little guy, about 5'4" and probably not more than 120 pounds soaking wet. He had a twinkle in his eyes and a lively personality coupled with a willingness to please a perspective employer. He definitely had my interest. As I indicated, I am married, but I have been drawn to boys since I was young. I was introduced to sex before I could even cum by a friend of my older brother. I learned about jerking off and sucking cock and being sucked, but I kept it to myself. When we moved away from my home town I never found the right circumstances to become involved that way again. Not that I didn't think of it! My masturbation fantasies were centered on oral sex with other men and boys. Back to James. When we got to the job site I told him I had a tool belt for him to wear. I helped him to put it on and he held up his shirt so I could fit it around his waist. I saw his slim stomach and hips as I fastened the belt. I couldn't see any sign of hair anywhere. What also intrigued me was that he was wearing his boxers, which seemed too big for him, above the level of the top of his pants. I had seen kids do that before and could never understand how that could be comfortable. I did, however, find it exciting to see his boxers and I was determined to find a way to see what was in them. We made small talk while we worked and I was impressed with his abilities. I only had to show him things once and he took it from there. I mentioned to him how I don't wear boxers anymore because I found that all the swinging around in there would end up giving me a hard on. I asked him if that ever happened to him. He said that it did, but he learned to live with it. Besides, the loose pants he wore allowed him to hide it pretty well. I said that maybe he didn't have that much to hide. I wondered out loud if maybe his dick was in proportion to his height and was easy to hide. I chuckled. He didn't say much, but I could see he was thinking about that statement. Our talk led to the subject of girls and girlfriends and he said he didn't have a girlfriend right now and didn't want one. I asked him how he satisfied his sexual urges as an eighteen year old. His face turned red and I said, "It's all right, we all do it! How often so you jerk off?" "About once a day" he stuttered. I had a feeling he did it more than that, but I didn't want to put him on the spot. "Have you done anything else?" I asked. "Well, I've tried a few things with girls before, but we never got too far." he said shyly. "They were always worried about getting caught or getting pregnant." "Have you ever done anything with other guys?" I boldly asked. I don't know where I got the nerve to ask that. "Well, just the normal stuff. You know, comparing sizes and maybe jerking off to a porno flick." he admitted. He was starting to get more comfortable with this kind of talk as we worked along. We ended up working on different floors of the house for a while and then he called me up to the second floor to help him with the task I had given him. He was trying to install a siren in a tight spot where the roof meets the eaves. He had to lie on his side and extend his arms into the opening to get the screws started and was having some trouble. I slid in next to him and had him hold the siren while I started the screws and drove them in with the screw gun. In the process, I was at just the right position to have to rest part of my arm right on the front of his jeans. He really couldn't move because of the tight quarters. In the process of tightening the screws I made sure to move my arm around a bit and I could feel the lump in his crotch. He didn't move away and seemed a little flushed by the situation. I felt my face get a little red and also felt a little stirring in my crotch. We continued to the basement to run wires. I had him stapling wires along the floor joists and I could see his boxers when he reached up from the ladder to staple. It was driving me crazy! He had to move the ladder to a secluded part of the basement to finish stapling the latest wire run. I found some excuse to go over there and struck up another conversation, centered around sex. We talked and told a few jokes. We laughed and talked some more. I hung around at the base of the ladder he was working on and his crotch was just about level with my face. "Have you had much sexual experience, besides jerking off, I mean." I asked him. He laughed and said, "Not much!" "How about oral sex?" I asked. "No, not really." He said. "No, I mean how about oral sex? Would you like a blow job?" I offered. "Ooh, you mean, yeah, I guess. You mean now? Here? From you?" he stammered. "Yes, here and now." I said as I walked up to the ladder. He was still at a level where his crotch was near my face and he was leaning back against the ladder. I reached up and took his tool belt off then undid his belt buckle. I unbuttoned his Levi's and put my hand on the front of his jeans. I could feel the lump there growing with each squeeze and caress. He had nowhere to go, even if he had wanted to. "You know, James, you are eighteen now and are at the age of consent. Do you know what that means?" I asked. "No, not really." he said. "Well, you can give your consent to participate in sex." I said. "Do you want to continue? I would never force you to do anything you don't want to do. Just tell me and I'll stop." I said. "No, don't stop!" he said as I continued to massage the front of his jeans. I could feel that his cock was hard as a rock now, as was mine. I slowly unzipped his jeans and lowered them to his knees. I could see his cock throbbing through the thin material of his boxers now. I put my hand on it over the material of his boxers and heard him moan and I thought his knees would buckle and he'd fall off the ladder. I grabbed his boxers with both hands and lowered them to his knees. When I did, his cock snapped up and hit his belly with a smack. Now the treasure was exposed. Just as I expected, there was just a dusting if light brown hair leading from his navel down to where it got interesting. His six inch boy cock was pink and purple and his ball sack was just right for a handful. I cradled his balls with my left hand and let my fingers wrap around his beautiful circumcised cock. I felt perfect in my hand. His cock was slender, but has a perfect mushroom head on it. It was hot and hard and ready for action. I slid my hand up and down a few times, just sliding the skin back and forth. He moaned again and settled into his spot on the ladder. He reached up and grabbed the floor joist above him for support. On the down stroke I held his skin taut and squeezed just a bit to see his mushroom head flare out and turn a bright, shiny, purplish red. I couldn't wait any more. I pulled it down to my mouth and licked the head all around. I thought he would go into orbit! When it was all wet I formed my lips into an "O" and slid them over the head to where the ridge meets the shaft, still holding the base with my hand. I began to swirl my tongue over the velvety surface and I could taste the faint salty taste of precum on my tongue. James was out of it. I could feel his cock twitch and his leg muscles spasm. "More, more, take more in your mouth!" He mumbled. I slid down on it and took my hand away from his cock. I still was massaging his balls with my left hand. I went down and wet his whole shaft, then slid my way back up to the head. This brought more moans from him and he started to hump into my mouth. I let him thrust into my mouth until my nose was touching his belly. Then he pulled out to where his head was still in my mouth and began a slow thrust again. I was glad he liked to go slow and was not in a hurry to get off. I let my right hand wander between his legs and caressed his cheeks and let my middle finger slide down his crack several times. I wet my finger and did it again. While he was working in and out of my mouth I pushed my finger closer and closer to his little pucker. When I touched his asshole he squirmed and moaned and thrust deep into my mouth. I pulled back to the head of his cock and just circled his anus with my wet finger. I pushed at the opening and my finger went in to the first knuckle. He sucked in his breath and tightened up a little. I swirled my tongue around his cock head and he loosened up enough to let me slide in to the next knuckle. I could taste more and more pre cum in my mouth. I again slid down to the base of his cock and back to the tip and pushed until my finger was all the way up until I could feel his prostate. He gasped aloud when I brushed my finger over it and said, "Oh, fuck!" Now I knew I had him and there was nothing else in this world more important for him than getting his rocks off. I began to slide up and down on his shaft and he naturally began to thrust in and out of my mouth. We hit a natural rhythm and the pressure on his prostate was driving him onward toward orgasm. All bets were off now, he was off and running. I felt his body tense and I thought the ladder was going to fall over any minute. The head of his cock swelled in my mouth and I pulled back until I felt the ridge and sealed my lips around his shaft. I swirled my tongue around his head and rubbed back and forth on his prostate. He bellowed and snorted and started to cum. He stiffened his body and blasted my mouth with three, four, five, strong shots and then a few pulses and dribbles. I swallowed and held his cock in my mouth. Just before his last squirt I had pulled my finger from his ass and then used both hands to steady him on the ladder. It's a good thing I did or he would have fallen off. I swear he just about passed out and he leaned forward and draped himself over my shoulder, panting and moaning. The only way I knew he was still conscious was that he kept saying, "That was so good, so good!" I lifted him off the ladder and set his feet on the basement floor. I grabbed his boxers and Levi's and pulled them up to his waist. Then I walked him over to the corner and sat him down on a pile of boxes. He still had a glazed look in his eyes, but he was coming around. He pulled his pants and boxers into position and zipped and buttoned them. "I've never felt anything like that in my life! I've never cum so much! I never thought about another guy giving me a blow job, but I'll never forget that one!" he said. "I thought I was going to learn just about alarm systems today, but I guess I was wrong." "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I have to admit that I did, too. There's a lot to learn about both." I said. "When you are up to it I show you some more, if you are sure you want to learn." "I'm sure I want to learn about both!" said James.