Date: Sun, 4 Jul 2010 15:21:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Doug Allen <nellagoud@yahoo.com>
Subject: seduced by a boy - 2

I didn't see Rene and his mom for three days. I had a great feeling when I
thought everything that happened - sex with Femka was fantastic, and sex
with Rene - well that was really something else. I wasn't sure if it was
just a one time thing but every time I thought about it, I got hard.

Femka was sporty like her son and we had jogged together a few times. When
we jogged again, three days after I made love to her and Rene and I played
with each other, she was on me about Rene again.

"He'd really like to spend time with you, you know, John. He thinks the
world of you - can't you tell?" We jogged slowly through the park, on our
last round.

"He's a great kid, Femka. You're really lucky to have him and I think
you're doing just fine the way you're raising him."

"You mean it?" she asked, looking at me.

"Sure. He gets to have a very free kind of life, in Paris, with an artist
for a mom, and no shithead father hanging over him," I said, only half
joking. "It's any kid's dream."

She laughed. "I guess you're right. But still - he could use a man around
him a bit."

"Tell you what - ask him if he wants to go jogging tomorrow. I'll show up
the same time if I don't hear from you."

She smiled with gratitude. We kissed and she pressed her body against
me. Then she was gone, into her apartment, back to her art.

The next day I returned. Rene was ready in his shorts and a sleeveless
black tee-shirt. It was pretty hot. "You ready?" I asked.

"What do you think, old man?"

I liked that - he had a mouth. I smiled and he smiled back. "Should we run
in the Bois de Boulogne?" I asked. "That way we can stay in the shade."
Rene and Femka were in the 16th arrondissement. It was posh where they
lived - old ladies with poodles, that kind of thing - but there was a funky
aspect to it as well. I really liked the neighborhood. You could get to the
Avenue Foche in no time, and at the end of that street, enter the huge
park.

"That place?" Rene screwed up his face. "It's full of perverts."

It was true, a bit, what he said. "But only at night. I jog there all the
time. You'll be with me anyways - I'll keep you out of trouble."

Shit. "Will you, John?" He didn't even smile! What a sharp kid - already
not blown away by himself when he pointed out something ironic. I set
myself up for that one, of course.

We started to run and in 10 minutes we were into the park. We ran
briskly. I set the pace. "How's the speed - okay?" I asked.

"Yes." He kept up just fine. We ran for 25 minutes or so, working up a
sweat and getting our heart rates up. It felt good in the park - we found
the shady side of the street and then entered into the asphalt trails and
kept running. It became quieter, we were away from the cars, there was no
other soul in sight. It was 11 in the morning, and it was August - not a
busy time. Most of Paris was on vacation, a few poor souls were at work, or
people were still sleeping. Not a busy time at the Bois de Boulogne, in any
case.

I turned onto a wooded trail off the asphalt. "Let's find some softer
ground - I want to see you do some push ups and sit ups," I said, sounding
like a gym instructor. He groaned. I smiled. "Or I will," I amended. "You
don't have to." We jogged deeper into the woods now. There was a nice trail
with old leaves and pine needles. We came to a clearing near a bench after
several minutes. I dropped to the ground. "Push-ups first." I did 40 or so
- not full ones, just halfway down, real rapid. He watched, and then
imitated me. He got up to about 30, then collapsed onto his stomach,
panting. We lay for a while. "Sit ups," I said, and turned on my back,
doing crunches for a while. He copied me, looking at me. We stopped. We
were sweating. "One more round of push-ups," I said. I began again and he
followed me, keeping up really well. Again, this time he got up to about 40
and then collapsed. "Merde," he muttered.

"Looks like you're tired out," I said, and then ribbed him a bit: "Little
city boy better go home to his mama!"

Some kind of dark angry shadow passed over his face and then he was on top
of me, trying to pin me. "Fuck you John!" he growled, like a young
animal. What the fuck? Was he playing? It didn't seem like it. He was
hitting me on my shoulders and trying to pin me.

"Hey!" I said. "What are you doing - are you pissed?"

"You don't make a joke of me!" he hissed.

Somewhere in the back of my head, or later, I realized that this was some
kind of ritual that he needed - he needed to stand up to a man, the way
every young man has to, with a father, or with someone else. Even if that
father figure wasn't giving him a hard time necessarily. I remembered it
with my own dad - being pissed at him, furious, seeing red - for no real
reason.

He started to slap me a little in the face, and then I had enough. I pushed
him up off of me, and really had to use all my strength. He pushed me away
as best as he could, still trying to hit me on my shoulders and chest with
his fist. I looked into his eyes. Shit - they were wet. He was crying
silently a bit, and really angry. I tried to hold him and he pushed as much
as he could. Finally I put him in a bear hug and held him there. He shook
and convulsed. "Fuck you John," he whispered. Then he went a little more
slack. I didn't say anything; I just held him. I felt a few of his hot
tears and some snot on my shoulder.

After a long minute or so, with just the sound of the wind and our
breathing, it was okay. He sniffled a little. Nothing was said. We went and
sat on the bench. I took off my shirt. He looked at me and smirked and then
took off his. I reached over and ruffled his hair. He shook his head away,
looking ahead. He was trying to be all tough now; I got it.

"You're a good runner and you're really in shape," I said, real neutral,
like nothing had happened. "Next time we bring a soccer ball and you teach
me some more. Last time you dusted my ass."

He scrunched up his face. "What does that mean, dusted your ass?"

"You really beat me!"

He smiled. "I like these American expressions."

"What else do you do for sports?"

"We - how do you call that - we fight."

"You mean, wrestling?"

"Yes, that."

"Show me - get me on the ground," I said, and then poked him in the ribs
and jumped off the bench. He looked pissed and I scrambled around, mocking
him, prancing around him. I saw that dark look in his eyes again and then
he was off the bench again like a mad bull, charging me. He grabbed my
sides and tried to take me down but I wouldn't let him. He started to hit
again but this time I was ready, ducking his blows. He grew more frustrated
and was breathing heavy. Finally I grabbed him and took him down, as gently
as possible. He landed on his knees and then I was on the ground with him,
pinning him quickly.

He whimpered a bit and said, "Fuck you old man. Fuck you John." I didn't
say anything. I took his arms and pushed them above his head; he looked,
helpless. He tried to push and kick with his legs but I put more weight on
him, sitting on his crotch. He breathed in gasps. I held him less tightly.

"You're pretty fucking strong though, Rene. You put up a good fight."

"Fuck you," he said. But he didn't fight now. I sat on his crotch and felt
his hardness below my ass. He looked at me, his eyes shining. I rubbed his
hair. He grabbed my hand and pushed it away, but then he held it tightly,
still breathing heavily, squeezing my fingers. What did he want? I
waited. He moved his hips a little and I felt his hard penis against my
ass. I looked at his sweaty body and his eyes and couldn't hold back
anymore. I got up off of his crotch. I took my hand out of his grasp and
said firmly, "Raise your hips - lift them up." He looked at me kind of sad
and then I wasn't sure and felt bad right away. But the next moment he
raised them and looked at me, waiting. I undid the knot in his shorts and
looked around. There was no one. I put my shirt under his butt and then
pulled down his shorts and his underwear together. His hard penis came
popping out, pulsing right away.

"Nice one, Rene." He said nothing. I pulled his shorts off, past his
sneakers. I took his hands. "Stand up, here, I'll help you." I pulled him
up. His hands were trembling a little bit, and were clammy and hot. I
pulled him towards me. I leaned into his ear and said, "You can be my boy
and we won't tell anyone. We can do stuff together. I'll give you lots of
pleasure and show you some nice things, yeah?"

"Yes," he said, quite clearly. I held him then in my arms, both of us
standing against each other. He began to rub his body against me, like the
last time in the apartment. He never wanted to just be tender for too long
- he wanted to do one thing or do something else - no in between. All boy
in that sense I guess. No tender bullshit for him. Maybe later, I thought,
maybe not.

"This time you get to be the winner, Rene - I'll show you how that goes," I
said.

"What do you mean? I lost. You had me on the ground."

"Yeah, but you were really good. Besides, I want to give you pleasure."

"What do you mean?" he asked. He stood there, waiting. I stepped back, and
pulled down my shorts. My penis was fully hard. I'm around 8 inches and I
don't know how well Rene had seen it the other day.

He said nothing, swallowing, his eyes widening. I pulled off my shorts. I
stepped back up to him and took him in my arms again. He rubbed his body
against mine.

"Lay down again," I said. "Put your butt on my shirt again. He sat
down. "Lay on your back - don't worry." He lay slowly on his back. I
straddled over him now and spit on my fingers and finally took his cock in
my hand. He jumped. I rubbed the spit around his shiny cock and he looked
at me in alarm, his mouth open. I spit again and repeated the motion,
making his whole cock slimy. Then I spit on my fingers and reached under my
ass and rubbed around the entrance to my hole. Before he could say
anything, I was on top of him, leaning onto his cock, guiding it into my
hole. He gasped, looking down and then looking at me. I pushed open like I
had to crap. Rene was not long but like I said he was thick. He didn't go
in right away but he was so hard and slimy that after a couple tries, I
felt him enter me and a spasm of pleasure passed through me.

"Whoa - John. You dirty blackguard!" he whispered. I loved when he tried to
curse at me in English; it was fucking hot, like something out of "The
Three Musketeers". I smiled. I leaned more down and took more of him into
me. "Umph," he groaned and looked at me. He was in the whole way.

"That's your prize, Rene - take me, young stud." I rocked back and forth a
bit and he lay there frozen. Then I began to move up and down on his short,
thick cock, milking it. It felt fantastic to have that boy inside me like
that. I went back and forth maybe not even 10 times and he was already
moaning and I felt his cock jerking inside of me and some wetness. I think
he shot way deep into me. I rode him slower. All the while he looked at me
with something like a fear look in his eyes. Sometimes I think when we feel
pleasure so intense for the first time, it scares us.

I got up off of him. "Here," I said, and stood up and gave him my hand. He
slowly put his two hands up and I pulled him up; he was kind of dead
weight. Now he was like a rag doll, all slack.

"Come one - let's sit down."

We sat on the bench, with just our sneakers on. The wind blew over our
sweaty bodies; I caught a whiff of him and as usual I found it erotic. My
penis was half hard still and I hadn't touched it.

"You are a man and you let me fuck you," he said.

"Yeah - it felt great."

"What do you mean? How?"

"Did you ever have something in your ass, Rene?"

"No way - gross!"

"It feels great."

"That's where I make shit."

"So what."

He sat there thinking about that with a screwed up face.

"Lemme show you some more wrestling stuff. Let's put on just our shorts in
case someone comes." We put them on without our underwear. For the next 20
minutes I showed him how to use his weight better to pin someone, and
practiced slowly with him. The sun was at its highest point in the sky, and
we were glad we were in the forest. The rays peaked through the trees and
we were sweating a lot. I had my hands all over Rene and he had his hands
on me, on my bare chest and my belly and my legs. I was still aroused and
was trying not to think about it.

Once he said, "I feel your hard thing there." I looked at him and nodded.

We continued and then we lay on the ground a bit in silence. I was just
beginning to doze when he said, "One more try," squeezing my arm.

"Ah man - I was just gonna fall asleep."

"Lazy old man."

"Fuck you Rene," I imitated him. He smiled and I got up, squatting. "You on
top," I said.

We started, him on top. He put his hand on my belly and we began to
wrestle. This time I held my ground simply, but would not try to pin him
back - I stayed there squatting, frozen to the ground. He grabbed at me and
even clawed at me with his fingers.

"You fucker," he snarled. He stayed on top of me trying to turn me over but
I wouldn't move. I felt his hard penis again against my back side. "I know
what you want, you homo man," he whispered. Suddenly, with one hand holding
my stomach, he reached back and pulled down my shorts from the back. In a
moment, they were down at my knees. I was completely hard now, feeling the
pure pleasure of being dominated by a 15 year old horny boy. I felt him
fumbling and he still held my stomach. His shorts were down too and I felt
his hard, hot penis again, against my ass.

"That's what you want, John, yes? Look at your big penis, all stiff. You
big homo. You fuck my mother but I fuck you."

I said nothing and waited, raising my ass a little. He snickered. "Going to
fuck your bottom, John." Then he stuck his penis against my ass. He was
poking it around there, frustrated, totally lost.

"Wait," I said, as calmly as I could. "Spit on your hand and get your penis
wet again, Rene - the tip of it. I heard him make spit behind me and I
heard a slippery sound as he spread it around his sex. "Look for my hole
and rub it around with more of your spit."

"That's gross!"

"Then don't fuck me," I said. I started to move away and in a flash he held
me tighter.

"No way!" he said. Then he spit again and I felt his finger on my
hole. "There?"

"Yeah - right where you'll put it in." He rubbed around with his
fingers. Between that, my sweat, and the juices from his last fuck, we were
ready to go.

"Go ahead," I said. He was like a dumb dog, though, and kept poking around
there for half a minute, frustrated. Finally he found the whole. "Stay
there, and push," I whispered, and pressed my whole out like to shit. He
pushed, and was in, all at once. I gasped, there was a little pain because
he was thick and he didn't wait.

"That hurt?" he asked. I looked at him - he was smiling, the little
fucker. Well, let him have his day.

"A little bit. You're thick, your penis."

"Yes but I thought you like that."

"I do."

"Strange man," he whispered. He began to fuck me rapidly, and again, I
thought of a dog. It was really hot - he was completely selfish, only in it
for his own pleasure. He pressed my body down and it was all I could do to
just stay there kneeling to give him his pleasure. Now he was moaning and
grunting. "Fucking you, John. Fucking you," he whispered, between
grunts. My penis was hard and I could look down and see that there was
precum. He was also stimulating my prostrate - there was some liquid oozing
out of my cock.

Then he went quicker and put his hand tighter around my belly, squeezing me
so hard it hurt. He cock seemed to expand inside me, and then he was
spasming again, his whole body, like in a seizure. He made muffled sounds
like he was crying, and his body jerked against mine. I kneeled there,
frozen. He lay back down on me, his weight resting on me.

I said nothing, frozen, my dick dripping. He fucked me some more, taking
his pleasure as long as he wanted. "Ahh, John."

Was that tender? "Thanks, Rene - that feels really good," I ventured.

"Thanks you," he said after a moment, and stayed there in me. He slid out
slowly. I lay down finally and relaxed. I was in a cramp and didn't even
realize it, so concentrated was I trying to make him happy. I stretched my
legs and turned over on my back.

"Where is all my seed?" he asked.

"It's in me," I said. "You'll never see it again!"

He said nothing - he wasn't buying it.

"And you - your penis. How will you come? You cannot fuck me - no way."

"Nope. Don't worry."

"What then? What do you do, John?"

"You mean, what do I want?"

"Yes," he said, looking down. His penis glistened beautifully, along with
the rest of his body. He was gorgeous. He knew I was admiring him.

"You like me, yes?" he said it gentle, like he was talking to a girl, or to
a child.

"Yes," I said dumbly, swallowing, laying there.

He sat down next to me. "What do you want? Should I pull on your penis?"

I ruffled his hair and said, "Can you do like you did the other night?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said you smelled your mom - and then you kissed me - here. I put my
hand on my chest.

"You want that? You want my kisses on your breast again." He said it like a
statement, with a macho voice. The tone was incongruous to the words - and
that was very erotic.

"Yeah, I want that, Rene."

"For you, then." He leaned down at my side. Without hesitating, he began to
lick on my nipple. I jumped from pleasure. I put my hand on my penis and
pulled slowly. Then he kissed me more and sucked. "Like that, John?" he
asked. His voice was higher now, the tough part was gone - he was tender.

"That's - that's really good, Rene."

He leaned up and looked at my penis jutting out. "I don't kiss you there."

"No, no - that's fine."

"But I want to pull you."

"Okay."

He reached down, and after looking at it, he took my penis in his hand and
closed it around. "Hot - like you're burning, John."

"Burning, yeah."

"Your juices - they come out already."

"Yeah - I'm ready to come. Are you gonna make me cum - is that it?"

"Yes," he said quietly."

"Kiss me again."

"Yes." He leaned down and kissed my nipples and sucked on them. He pulled
on my cock with his hand.

"Spit on your hand."

He stopped and looked at me strange for a moment and then did what I
said. "Rub it around my cock," I told him.

He rubbed it around my dick and I was overtaken with pleasure. I felt my
orgasm getting close. I pulled his head now back to my chest and held him
there. He kissed me and licked me and I felt his warm breath on me. I felt
his body against my side, his slimy dick and his hairy, silky legs. I
smelled under his arm where he held it above my head; I smelled his sweat
smell. I began to orgasm and held him tight against me. His hand was
perfect; he didn't stop and followed through. I tensed up and finally began
to shoot. It landed on his shoulder and he stopped when he felt it. "Don't
stop," I whispered and I took his hand in mine and continued. After a
second he pushed my hand away and resumed himself. He leaned up, watching.
My cum dribbled out of my cock more, and then shot up onto my belly, and
onto his hand. He held my cock and milked it. He knew how to give me
pleasure and he was thinking about me now; it was so good.

Then he took his hand away and shook it, shook my cum away. I took his hand
and wiped it on my shorts I was sitting on. We lay there for a few minutes
next to each other, listening to the wind. Now we were done,
finally. "Let's get dressed, yeah?" I asked.

"Yes."