Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2007 18:22:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: SauronTheDarkLord <SauronTheDarkLord@gay.com>
Subject: If Only V - Alexander Park

This continues the If Only series of fiction.  As we all know, activity of
either a homosexual or heterosexual nature between and adult and a minor is
inappropriate, unlawful, and immoral.

So enjoy the story.


The town I grew up in was too small for a municipal pool.  The only people
who had pools inflated them.  To go swimming we had to go to the Alexander
Park pool in the next town over.

I had never been much of a swimmer or a pool guy.  It was one more place to
hang out, as opposed to prepare for the Olympics.  For most of the summer I
was too busy working during the week to get to the pool at any reasonable
time, and the crowd on weekends was absurd.

It was only from the middle of August until the start of school, when most
of the agricultural related work was done, that I had time to get over to
Alexander Park on a weekday and relax.

By relax, I meant relax.  Water me once a day and turn me toward the sun
relax.  I would jump in the pool periodically, my cannonball being a degree
of difficulty of .0001, just to cool off a little more, and then back to
the beach chair.

My approach was far from the mode.  Even during the week some lucky parent
would get to take a neighborhood's worth of screaming unguided missiles to
the pool.  Those people more my age were as frequently as not there for
social purposes.  And, although it is cliche, there is a basis in reality,
there were those who were there for a particular social purpose.

Not that is was prevalent, but you could occasionally see some guys
checking each other out, or trying to get checked out, in the locker room.
I had been fucking around with guys for years, so it was no big deal to me.
I had just never gotten into cruising the pool because I was so seldom
there.

There was one person who efforts were more noticeable than anyone else's,
provided one knew what to look for. And it was amusing to watch the
results.

Lee was maybe 14 or 15, top end.  He would make a point of taking a locker
next to an older guy, and making sure his neighbor got a point blank view
of the goods. Their reactions, to put it mildly, differed.

Most of them would move away, and quickly.  Whether they were uncomfortable
with the idea, or more comfortable than they could deal with, they wasted
no time in leaving the locker room.  One guy was in such a hurry he failed
to observe an open locker door, and added a bloody nose to the rest of his
problems.

Some of them didn't.  When Lee would stand there showing off his equipment
and staring, every so often a towel would be dropped and a look returned.
My guess is that on those days Lee was able to find a ride home.  Maybe not
directly home, or maybe not to his home, but transportation of some sort.

For me it was all entertainment.  Reality t.v. brought to life or
something.  While Lee was certainly decent looking, I had not been the
recipient of any of his advances, and my life went on in spite of it.

It was less than two weeks before school started again that that changed.

I was laying there in my vegetative state, soaking up the sun, enjoying the
breeze, and trying without much success to shut out the banshee screams of
the young ones.

"This chair taken?"

I didn't open my eyes.

"It's not being saved, if that's what you mean."

"Thanks."

Hoping that that exchange would complete my social obligations for the day,
I tried again to doze off.

"I didn't get your name."

Damn.  Maybe rude will work.

"That would be because I didn't give it to you."

I expected silence, or some sort of response that equated to "fuck you",
but instead I got laughter.

"I'm sorry.  You're trying to relax, and I'm being a bother, sorry again."

"No.  I'm sorry.  I'm being a jerk."

I opened my eyes in preparation for sitting up and introducing myself.

Lee.

"I'm Stu."

"I'm Lee."

"Pleasure, Lee."

"Likewise."

We both settled down for a bit, but Lee was on a mission.

"Stu?"

"Yeah?"

"How come you never look at me?"

"You mean in the locker room?"

"Yeah."

"I watch you, Lee.  It's fun to see the way some of those guys freak out."

"Like the guy who ran into the locker?"

"One of the more prominent examples."

"But you've never said anything to me."

"And vice versa, no?"

"I guess.  So when you watch me, what do you think?"

"Two things.  I wonder why you are so aggressive, for one.  And you are
pretty fuckin' hot, for two."

"But you've never tried to pick me up?"

"No.  From what I see, you like to take the lead."

"I have to be.  I think lots of guys would like to go home with me, but
they're too tight assed to make a move."

"That could be construed as having a little common sense, you know.  If
they try to pick up the wrong kid your age there can be highly negative
consequences."

"Not everyone is worried about that."

"Apparently.  You seem to find some takers more often than not."

"Often enough, I guess.  But who ever gets enough sex?"

"At your age, not many."

"So can I get you to help me out with that?"

That was about as subtle as Lee ever got.

"I suppose there's some possibility.  What did you have in mind?"

"You mean activities, or logistics?"

"Unless we figure out the second, the first won't be relevant will it?"

"My folks are at work."

"Sibs?"

"None."

"Well I guess that solves that.  How close you live?"

"It's an easy walk, just over on Garfield."

He was right.  Garfield was three blocks from the pool.  Thinking of
something made me laugh.

"What's funny?"

"I would think that someone your age could handle a three block walk.  You
sure seem to need a lot of rides, though."

Lee laughed.

"Most of those guys don't want to be seen going in the house with me."

"So what do you do?"

"Sometimes we drive out in the country, turn down the first farm road we
come to and pull over.  Sometimes their place if they don't think anyone's
looking."

"I've got no problem with your place.  You want to meet there?"

"See you in 10."

Lee and I both got up and went to change.  We didn't speak in the locker
room, and I headed straight to my car while Lee took to the sidewalk.

Since even in its advanced state of rust my car moved faster than Lee
walked, I went a couple of blocks out of my way and doubled back.  As Lee
rounded the corner, I pulled up and parked across the street from his
house.

"Hey, long time no see."

"Yeah, it's been what, minutes.  Come on in."

The Alexander Park pool was located in our county seat.  Like a lot of
counties in Illinois, it owed its geopolitical layout to the Northwest
Ordinance of 1787 (history major, political science minor – you'll have to
deal with it).  What you had was a lot of farmland with a town stuck almost
in the middle where the business of government – recording deeds,
collecting taxes, and jailing drunks – took place.

One of the really cool features is that there were usually dozens of huge,
older homes which had been maintained or restored into showplaces.  Lee
lived in one.

When I walked in, it became immediately apparent that Lee's family probably
spent enough on furniture and floor polish to maintain a Third World
village.  Wood everywhere.  And as I got a look at the single pane glass in
the windows it became apparent that the heating and cooling cost could have
maintained a Third World nation.

But I wasn't there for the House Walk.  Lee led me up the stairs and to his
room.

The room was an uneasy compromise of maintaining the overall look of the
house while accommodating the presence of a teenage boy. Hanging from the
open door of a cherry armoire was a replica Cubs jersey.  And the valence
over the window looking out over the front yard was accessorized by three
sweat socks.

Lee shed his clothes as he made his way across the room and plopped down on
his bed.

"Come here and keep me company."

I had thought that was the plan, but I guess he was trying to be a gracious
host.  Goodness knows I was certainly going to give him every chance to
provide some hospitality.

My clothes went into a heap, and I slid in bed next to Lee.  Trying to see
if it were possible for anyone else to take the initiative, I reached over
and took his cock in my hand.

"So this guy needs a little attention, you think?"

"Always" Lee answered.  "How about yours?"

"Likewise."

Lee and I lay there for awhile, enjoying the process of becoming familiar
with a new cock.  He was in the 5 inch range, cut, and like so many his age
his dick and balls were barely wreathed in pubic hair.  I ran my fingers up
and down his shaft, tickled his balls, and had just an altogether good
time.

"What do you like?" I asked.

"I really like a good cocksucker" replied Lee.  "What about you?"

"It varies" I answered, "but with you I find your ass very attractive."

Not that I would have been alone in that assessment.  He had a terrific
ass, probably egg cracking caliber, and the white globes standing out
against the tan above and below made it nearly irresistible.

"I bet you'd like to fuck it, wouldn't you?"

"The thought had entered my mind."

Lee continued to stroke my dick.  His technique was to squeeze the base and
let off, then move higher up, and repeat, making sure to brush the shaft
with the palm of his hand as he changed his grip.  Not bad at all.

"Well, if you want to, I suppose you can.  But you are going to have to eat
it out first."

I think Lee was trying to shock me, or up the ante to the point where I
would back down and he would be back in control.  If so, he failed to make
allowance for the fact that I enjoyed ass munching, and asses as hot as
Lee's were very few and very far between.

"We have a deal.  Roll over."

Before Lee could continue the discussion, I turned him on his side, and
slid halfway down the bed, placing his top leg over my shoulder.  Once I
got his cheeks separated, I began my assault.

I ran my lips lightly over the tan line between his cheeks and his thighs.
I then took the tip of my tongue from the bottom of his cheeks to his
crack, and then proceeded to move up and down.

As I began to work him, he spread his legs to give me more access.  Taking
that as a positive sign, I thrust as hard and as deep with my tongue as I
could.  His ass tasted as good as it looked, and it looked damn good.

"Time for you to get your reward" I said.

I rolled Lee completely over, and had him get on his hands and knees.  His
ass was already wet from where I had sucked it out, and rather than have
him blow me for a few minutes to get my cock wet, I used the old reliable
mouthful of spit on the dick trick.

Placing the head of my cock at the entrance to his ass, I began to push.
He was tight, but not that tight.

"Darn," I said.  "No cherry."

"You're a few years too late for that" Lee replied.  "Hope you don't mind."

"Anyone who minds plowing your ass has got to be crazy."

"Then why don't you get to work on it, then."

"If you insist."

Apparently Lee had picked up a few tricks since the first time he had his
ass plowed.  He sensed my rhythm, and moved his hips to get the maximum
penetration.  From time to time when I penetrated him as far as I could, he
gave my cock a squeeze with his sphincter muscles before he let me go.
While I would have liked to fuck him all day, he was going to get my load a
lot sooner than that.

Since he had had his ass ridden before, and since I wanted to turn the
tables a little bit on his aggressiveness, I finished off with some strokes
that were almost violent.  I buried my cock in him as far as I could and
held his hips in place while I stayed in him and came.  He felt me empty my
dick in his ass and gave me one last squeeze.  I almost screamed with
pleasure.

I rolled off him and lay on the bed next to him.  He looked at me with a
grin that was well-earned, if not just a little smug.

"Not to unduly inflate your ego, Lee, but you are the best fuck I ever
had."

"When I like the guy riding me I can be fun, for sure."

"Fun is not the word.  Terminal ecstasy is more like it."

"Two words" he observed.

"One word is grossly insufficient to describe what I felt."

"I appreciate that.  But now it's your turn."

Ordinarily I don't worry about performance issues, I mean when the white
stuff comes out, I've done my job.  But after the experience I had with
Lee, I felt like anything other than my skin under his fingernails would be
shortchanging him.

Defer my, and Lee's gratification for a moment, I started by working on his
nipples.  I placed my lips on the outer edges of the areolae, and then as I
sucked I lifted the nips and gently nibbled them.  While I was doing his
tits, I was also slowly stroking him.  His eyes were closed and his
breathing was deep.  I might have been on to something.



Leaving his nipples for my fingers, I licked my way down his abs.  As I
went lower, I released his nips and dragged my fingers down his side,
leaving a white trail as my nails scraped his tanned skin.

Finally I got to my prize.  After placing each of his testicles in my mouth
for an all to brief time, I took the end of his cock in my mouth.

Although Lee had no doubt had his share of blow jobs, I could sense by his
shudder as he entered my mouth that this one was working out to his
satisfaction.

Taking just the head of his cock in my mouth, I ran my tongue all over it,
and then circled the base before closing my lips on it and drawing them
over the top.  As his dick popped out of my mouth, I wiggled my tongue into
his piss slit, and then repeated the entire process.

As we went on, I took more and more of him into my mouth, cradling and
caressing his balls in my free hand.  I was torn between treasuring the
taste of his cock, but wanting his cum.

Lee made the decision for me.  His breathing went shallow, then stopped,
his hips left the bed, and I was treated to a mouthful and then some of a
load that could have come from heaven.

I would not want to have lost a drop of that anyway, but the gasps Lee
emitted as I sucked the last of his cum out made it doubly good.

"Stu, you have got to be the world's greatest cocksucker."

"You saw my business card."

"No, man.  Shit, that was unbelievable."

"Coming from the world's greatest fuck I'll take that as a compliment."

Lee laughed.

"I don't normally let guys do me up the ass.  But I was glad I made an
exception for you."

"Me, too.  But, if I may ask, how come?"

"Because most of the guys want it, so I like to hold something back, to
keep their interest."

"So you get `em off with your mouth."

"Yeah.  I'm not as good as you are, but I don't have to be.  They are so
far gone when they get to stick their cock in my face that most of `em cum
in a minute or so."

"They blow you?"

"Yeah, mostly, although some want to get it up the ass.  As long as I get
off, I could really give a shit."

The afternoon was almost over.

"Time for me to get back home, Lee."

"Cool.  You ever want to do this again, or anything else you want, you know
where to find me."

"As long as the line's not too long."

I put my clothes on and walked the half a block to my car.  My day at the
pool was done.


I appreciate your continued comments, encouragement, feedback whatever.
More of the If Only series coming as Nifty posts `em.

STDL