Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2018 14:32:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: Erin Boy <erinboy_98@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bushwhacking Gay, high school, true, oral

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In my late teen years I developed a technique for initiating sexual contact
with younger males that can only be described as non-consensual, given that
I didn't even bother to ask them. I just did it. Blew them, that is.
Bushwhacking would be the term I'd use. I would pick a spot where a boy
might be alone and out of public view and then simply get their cock out and
in my mouth. They never knew what hit them. Sometimes this was indoors, in a
public restroom for example, but mostly it would be out of doors in those
open spaces, fields, woods and streams, where boys often could be found off
the beaten track.

I remember one instance. It had to be early summer as school was out but my
family had not yet moved to our summer residence. I was taking the bus from
the city and there was a boy sitting opposite me that I rather fancied. He
was about 14 or 15 with curly red hair, worn a bit long. He was slim, with
barely enough waist to hold up his jeans, especially as he was not wearing a
belt. His only other apparel, apart from canvas sneakers, was a short sleeve
jersey with wide horizontal stripes of brown and orange.

I was in luck. He was getting off at my stop. This was not surprising as
this was the closest stop to the town's boys' club, a short block from the
avenue to the shores of the pond. My home was in the opposite direction, but
I was in no hurry and proceeded to stalk my prey. There was a street from
the avenue to the pond, but parallel to this was a "short cut" that went
behind some old barns on one side and the backyards of a row of houses on
the other. This well-worn path was through a lush jungle of weed trees and
shrubs that completely blocked the view from outside, not that anyone would
be looking. As soon as the bus pulled away my red-haired boy headed straight
for the cut. I followed not far behind. Once across the avenue, he never
looked back. I stayed a several paces behind until he was about halfway
through the green tunnel.

Then I pounced. Literally. I overtook him and tackled him to the ground,
tugging at his trousers at the same time. I had him on his back, his pants
tangled at his knees. His boxers had come down as well. He had his hands on
my shoulders, pushing me away as he squirmed to release his legs. His thick
cut cock was about two inches, soft, with fully descended balls. This was a
good sign. That plus the faint smattering of red pubes indicated he was
probably a shooter.

Without a word spoken by either of us I lowered my face to his crotch and
opened my mouth, sucking his cock in and slathering it with my tongue. His
struggles became weaker. The blood began to fill his member and I sucked on
it and tongued the underside. When it was fully hard, I no longer needed to
hold his legs and began to squeeze his balls with one hand and gently rub
his cock with the other. Neither of us had yet spoken. I had my mouth full
anyway, but he was still too stunned to speak. Within minutes he began to
moan and suck in his breath. His cock was like steel now, a five inch rod of
hard flesh, yet so soft. I could read the signs. He was going to cum. And he
did. It was thick, hot and sweet, and I sucked and swallowed as fast as he
came. I kept him in my mouth and nursed on his sweet flesh until his cock
became a limp little worm and I let it slip from my lips.

I got up and turned on my heels for home. Looking over my shoulder he was
just lying there, propped up on his elbows, with his pants around his
ankles. I wondered if it was his first blow job. I wondered if he'd tell his
friends. I doubted I would ever see him again. But there would be others. A
lot of others.

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