Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2003 03:59:17 -0400 From: jamieanderson Subject: A Blast From The Past The Disclaimer This story involves a rather graphic description of the sexual acts between a youth and an adult male. If this is not your scene, then this is where you really should leave us. For the rest of you, who presumably have more catholic tastes, may read on. A Blast From The Past Click! Up comes the usual warning message, I must be an adult to proceed beyond this point, blah, blah, blah. Click! Yeah, yeah, all your models were over 18 at the time the photograph was taken. Click! More crap, links to other sites, pay sites - come on! - bring up the enter box - I haven't got all day - the family is only out for a couple of hours. Ah, just a sec, there it is. Click! What the fuck! Instead of some willing-looking teenage girl pushing out her tits and opening her legs for my inspection, there stands a teenage boy. He is only wearing a pair of shorts and it is very obvious that he's sporting an erection. On his face there is a sassy grin and if he's over 18 then I'm a Canadian. I'm just about to backtrack and find out where I had gone wrong when it occurs to me that I've seen this photo before! But where? I've never visited the gay porno sites. Oh, don't get me wrong, I did 'go through a phase', but that was when I was younger, long before the Internet and porn sites. So I study the picture a little more carefully. It's been taken against a blank wall, so no clues there. The shorts are dated. Kids today never wear them that tight or that short. The hairstyle is dated too, the 70s - no, more like the 60s. Oh, I give up. I've never met the kid, never mind had sex with him, but I have seen that picture. Out of curiosity I move on. Click! Click! Click! They are all of the same genera, young teenage males in seductive poses, but never actually showing you too much, soft porn, rather than hard. Click! OHMYGAWD! This picture is of a dark-haired boy; he has dropped his shorts and is pushing the cutest little butt right in my face. He is looking over his shoulder and smiling at me. What the camera doesn't show is: that the boy with that pert little butt has just been fucked for the first time and he loved it. On the other hand what the camera does show is: he's begging for more. Despite what the disclaimer at the beginning said, the boy was not over 18 when the photo was taken. He was just over 15. Mind you, that must have been - oh - nearly 40 years ago. No, I haven't seen it before, but I do remember the day it was taken, and now, looking at the photo, I realize what it was that made men chase me. The memories are flooding back now. It was the summer, early 60s - oh, let me see - ah yes, the summer of 1963. - - - - - School was out for the long summer break; no more studying, no more listening to boring teachers, no more getting up early when I wanted to stay in bed. All that finished yesterday, today I was free! Naturally I didn't mind getting up earlier than usual, just to be first in line outside the public swimming pool. I was at the 'jumping in the air and punching the heavens' stage. The pool opened at 8 and I was there 15 minutes early, hopping from foot to foot with impatience. The day hadn't gotten hot yet and I was a bit underdressed in a T-shirt, a brief pair of shorts and my sneakers. Under my arm was my towel rolled round my brand new pair of Speedos. These exceedingly brief briefs were designed for racing swimmers; I wore them to maximize my tanning area. The fact that they also showed off my butt to perfection didn't really come into it, I was quite innocent and very naive. A line gradually began to form behind me. Hey, someone was watching me, I could feel the eyes on me. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see who it was. Then I noticed that one guy was always moving his eyes away from me just as I looked at him. Using his reflection in the glass door, I got to see what he was doing when I had my back to him. He was feasting his eyes on my butt! Oh, I knew that my butt attracted people, some of them could hardly keep their hands off it. This guy was more than just attracted to it, he was totally fascinated by it. Experimentally, I put my foot on a ledge and bent over to 'tie' the lace on my sneaker, pointing my butt in his direction. Boy, did that make his eyes pop! I could have some fun here. I stood up and, as I did so, I wiggled it. He suddenly caught on to the fact that this was all being done for his benefit. It took him a few seconds to realize that I was using his reflection, and he winked at me via the glass. Now I studied his reflection - not old enough to be my father, say about 35 - wearing more or less the same as me, T-shirt, shorts - not as revealing as mine - and sandals. He was a lot taller than me, with dark curly hair, which was cut quite short. He was reasonably attractive, but not blindingly so. He was well built and looked like he did a lot of exercise. But he did positively radiate maleness, which attracted me. I just wanted to be hugged by him. The attendant came and unlocked the doors; I got my ticket and exchanged it for a locker key. When I found my locker, I quickly stripped and changed, a quick trip through the mandatory shower and footbath. Then I raced out into the pool area. Yes! The water was like a sheet of glass. I was going to be the first one in! This, I should point out, is a very important thing when you're that age. I dove in, swam for the other side did a racing turn and swam back. There I climbed out and lay on my towel to savor my victory and watch the expressions on the faces of the other kids as they found that the prized 'first one in' honor was gone for the day. Eventually he arrived, grinned at me as I lay on my belly, jumped into the water and did a bomber on me. For the uninitiated, 'a bomber' is when you jump into the water hugging your knees. If you correctly point your knees at your victim, you send a wall of water over him. As I was already wet it didn't matter, so I just laughed. He swam off with the determined strokes of a dedicated swimmer. After 10 lengths of the pool, he pulled himself up on the side and had a breather. During this time we mutually looked each other over, neither of us attempting to hide what we were doing. This sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes, oh God I'll remember his eyes till the day I die. A brilliant piercing blue color, and when he made direct eye contact, I felt he could see right through to my soul. While I admired his hairy chest, those eyes seldom left my butt. His Speedos were every bit as brief as mine, perhaps even more so, as his had a lot more to cover. His chest had a 'T' of hair, the crossbar ran between his nipples and the vertical leg of it swooped down over his belly and navel before disappearing into his Speedos. Wisps of hair showed where his Speedos stopped and revealed his massive thighs. Having caught his breath, he dove in and began swimming again. This cycle was repeated until he had done 100 lengths of the pool. This time when he emerged, he grabbed his towel and began to dry himself off. He looked me straight in the eye. WOW! He nodded in the direction of the shower room, then, without waiting for any response, he headed off that way. Confused I waited for a moment or two, as it was a ridiculously short time to spend in the pool before showering and going home. But nonetheless I went after him. The shower room seemed empty but, right at the far corner, I could hear a shower running. I walked back there and found him. He beckoned me to join him and stepped into the spray of falling water. He pulled me tight against him and his hands slid down my back and under my Speedos. With a loving gentleness, he caressed my buns. It felt nice and I hugged him tighter. "God, you have the most perfect buns," he said, in my ear. His voice was deep and mellow, his accent was very cultured, definitely out of state. But his attention to my buns was causing things to stir on the other side of my body and in no time at all I was making a little tent in my Speedos. He noticed, grinned down at me, and said, "Shall we go somewhere less public?" I nodded and we agreed to get dressed and meet up in the parking lot. I arrived first and saw that there was a white E-type Jaguar parked there. Now back in those days an E-type was every boy's dream. It had just come out, it was British, and its lines were fantastic. It looked like it was doing 70 even when it was parked. It also just oozed affluence, whoever owned it was rich. Naturally I went over to admire it. "Hop in," he said, appearing silently beside me and unlocking the passenger's door. "It's yours," I gasped, and he nodded. The rich smell of the leather made me a bit light headed as he drove me downtown. This in itself was odd, nobody lived downtown, as it was all shops, offices, bars and clubs. We drove round the back of a very tall office block, down a ramp and stopped before a door. He pressed a button on the dashboard and the door rolled up. As we entered the underground garage I was surprised to see how small it was, there were only 12 spaces. The door closed all by itself! He parked and got out, not even bothering to lock the Jag. He walked over to what was obviously an elevator and pushed a key into a lock and turned it. The door opened and we walked in. Again I was surprised by the size of the elevator, it was tiny and I doubted if it would hold more than 4 people. There were exactly 2 buttons on the control panel, one for up and the other for down. He pressed the up one, the door closed and we took off like a rocket! Honestly, I could feel the floor push up against my feet as I got heavier. Then the elevator slowed and I almost floated as it braked to a stop. The doors opened and we were in a very large lounge. It suddenly dawned on me that it was his personal garage and elevator. Now I was really impressed! "Do you own this?" I asked, in no way keeping the awe out of my voice. He laughed. "I own the whole building. I had it built as an investment, I lease out the rest. But I had a penthouse for myself built on the top floor." He showed me round, one wall was just windows and looked out over the city. Beyond the windows was a balcony, which I swear was as big as our yard at home. "Let's carry on from where we left off," he said, leading the way through a massive bedroom, with a real four-post bed in it, to a bathroom. He started the shower and stepped back to undress. The shower was not in a stall, it just took up one end of the room with a drain in the floor. He didn't stop undressing when he got to his underwear, so I felt obliged to follow suit. I hadn't had hair round my cock for very long and I was rather proud of my little bush. His cock and bush put mine to shame. He stepped under the shower and I followed. We hugged and he again got his hands on my buns. "Now you can get as hard as you like. Here in doesn't matter, no one can see us," he said, as he felt me getting hard. Gradually he got hard too and that was an education. Oh, I had seen men naked before but I had never seen one with an erection. God, mine looked like a toy compared to his. He picked a bar of soap out of the dish and began washing me from head to toe. His strong hands gently washing my cock felt wonderful and he made a meal of washing my butt. He just loved to slide his fingers between my buns and almost reverently run them over my ring. I had to stretch up to wash his neck and I was a bit nervous about touching his manhood, but he smoothly talked me into it. It was a strange feeling to hold another cock besides my own. It was so big, so vital, and so sexy. Yes, it took a lot of nerve to handle him at the front and when he turned round to allow me to wash his butt my hands were shaking. However once I touched it, things changed. It was all muscle and I actually found I liked caressing it. Eventually I plucked up enough courage to slide a hand in between his buns. He flexed his muscles and his buns squeezed my hand making me jump and him laugh. When we had finished washing, he turned off the water and we dried each other off. He led me to the four-poster, picked me up, threw me on the bed and jumped on top of me. I had no idea of what was happening, but I was really turned on by the situation. He played with my hair for a while and gazed into my soul with those eyes. Slowly his face got closer to mine and the thought that he was going to kiss me flashed through my mind. I didn't struggle to avoid it, don't ask me why. Normally I would have objected to being kissed by another guy, but he was different. I can remember being amazed at how soft his lips were. Then he was licking my teeth. Gradually he got me to open my mouth and let him in. God! The sensation of his tongue exploring my mouth was beyond belief. When he had satisfied his curiosity he withdrew and sucked my tongue into his mouth. Another new sensation. If this was what kissing was all about, then I was all for it. I got my tongue back and we stayed lip-locked in an open kiss. He got a firm grip on my head and suddenly sucked all the air out of my body. For a few seconds he wouldn't let me breathe, then he inflated my lungs for me. That was the point where I realized that I was totally in his power. I can't understand why this thrilled me, it should have scared me half to death. "And now for the other end," he said, getting off me and scooting down the bed. He positioned himself between my legs, grabbed my ankles and in a second they were wide apart and almost by my ears. I lay there, bent in two while he gazed between my open buns. Disbelief vied with horror for my attention as his mouth homed in on my crack. I managed a protest before he made contact but it was ignored. Then he kissed my ring. Wow! "Like it?" I groaned with pleasure. "Then you'll just love this bit," He began to lick my ring. Up and down my crack his powerful tongue moved. Then just when I thought he had done everything he could to drive me insane, he wormed it into my ring and wiggled it about inside me! By the time he stopped and released me, I was no longer a rational being. Not caring where his mouth had just been, I grabbed him and kissed him feverishly. He rolled us both over and now I was on top. His hands went again for my butt and this time I felt his finger slip into me. He wiggled it about and, although it didn't feel as nice as his tongue, but gosh, it could penetrate further. After a while I noticed that he had 2 fingers in there and he seemed to be trying to make my ring wider. As it felt so good I didn't try to stop him. Then he told me to straddle his chest and I hurried to do his bidding. In this position my, now painfully hard little member, waved before his face. His fingers were still inside me, doing their devilish work. Now, I swear I would have stopped him if he had told me what he intended to do, but I got no warning. As quick as a flash he had my cock in his mouth and the fingers in my butt made sure I couldn't back off. What happened next was pure magic. The fingers stopped their random wiggling and homed in on just one spot, right behind the base of my cock, but on the inside. There they began a slow massage and my hips started to move in time with them. "I'm gonna..." I gasped. But I was already shooting in his mouth. There was no way I could have stopped myself doing it. He forced me to dump my load and, even worse, he sucked every drop out of me. When I was dry, he released me and pulled out of my butt. I collapsed on top of him and again we kissed for a long time. Now my grandma had a saying, 'There ain't no such thing as a free lunch', and her words began to echo in my ears. This guy had just done the filthiest things in the world to me and I had enjoyed it more than anything that I had ever experienced. But what was the payoff? What would I have to do to him in return? "I don't think I could do that to you," I muttered. "If you want to try, that's fine, if you don't then that's okay too. I'm not forcing you to do anything. I just want you to have fun," he said, and went back fingering my butt. "But what is it you want in return?" I asked. "You are quite precocious," he said, grinning at me. "What does that mean?" "You are very advanced for your age. Okay, I want to put my cock where my fingers are." "You're gonna buttfuck me?" I asked, stiffening with fear, "You're way too big, you'd kill me!" "Oh, it won't hurt at all, I'm very gentle and know how to do it. Just relax, trust me, and you'll have more fun than you've ever had in your life. But first I need a little help." He rolled us over and got some stuff out of the bedside cabinet. The pillows were placed in the middle of the bed and I had to lie down on top of them. This, I was told, made my cute little butt stick up at exactly the right angle. Lying there, legs wide apart, butt in the air, I presented myself to him. I suddenly felt very submissive, allowing him full use of my young body. The lubricant was cold and made me jump, but it certainly made things easier. The two fingers became three, then he had two from each hand in me. God, I could feel him widening me! But he was quite correct, it didn't hurt, it felt good. The head of his cock wasn't as big as his fingers had been and it was inside me before I realized it. He just kept on telling me how good I was and how nice it felt as he slithered into me. Slowly he filled my bowels with his manhood. It was a strange feeling, a little bit like having a crap in reverse. A couple of times he stopped and let me get used to the sensation. To my surprise, I felt his bush begin to touch my buns, nearly all of his cock was inside me. Then with a sigh he lowered his full body weight onto me and my ring was now hugging the base of his weapon. I lay under him basking in the endless stream of compliments that he poured on me. "Ready?" he finally asked, and I nodded. "Now I'm going to fuck your gorgeous little butt and I'm going to shoot my load inside you." The words made me squirm around beneath him and, inside me, his cock jumped, reminding me it was a living object. Slowly he withdrew and the sensation of my overfilled bowels emptying was a familiar one. But just as they were almost empty the strange feeling of them being forcibly refilled was something else again. He had taken over the running of my butt. I could no longer control that part of my body. He decided what went in and came out of it and I didn't give a damn. Why? Because that big cock of his was rubbing against the bit his fingers had been playing with when he was sucking me. I wriggled about underneath him and he growled his pleasure in my ear. Suddenly he grabbed me and held me motionless and he rammed his manhood in and out of my now most- willing butt. Then his cock bucked inside me and I could feel him pumping his seed. I was held, clamped tight against his groin, until the contents of his balls were forced into my young body. Short of having an orgasm, it was the most sexually exciting thing that had ever happened to me. Yes, he had used me to sate his lust, but this was not a turn-off, it was a wild and exciting feeling. He lay on top of me panting for quite a while. Our bodies were stuck together by his sweat. The heady smell of male sex filled the air and I sort of floated somewhere, trying to find the little pieces of my mind and put them back together. "Now that didn't hurt, did it?" he whispered in my ear. I shook my head. It was true, he had gotten that cock inside me, fucked me with it and all that I'd felt was pleasure. Very gently he pulled out of me and took his weight off my body. He carefully examined my butt, first with his eyes and then with his fingers. We returned to the bathroom and while I got rid of his seed on the toilet, he ran a bath. After the bath, a long, lazy affair with lots of kissing and groping, he made us a cold chicken salad for lunch. Then we went for a drive in the E-type. Somehow he had access to a disused airfield that had once been used for bombers and had a massive runway. There, he took the Jag up to 140mph and scared the living shit out of me. Then he actually let me drive it! If you ever want to win the heart and soul of a 15-year-old male, that's the way to do it! I only got it up to 70 before I chickened out. Back at his place he was soon playing with my butt and that was when he took the photograph. It took forever for him to get me in exactly the right pose and it was also the time that I caught a glimpse of the other photo, the one of the boy in shorts with the hard-on. After we shed what little clothing we had, he took me out onto the balcony and together we looked down on the city in the buff. But soon I was again sitting on his face, right out there in the open air, safe, as his building was not overlooked by any other one. His tongue was working its magic, the thought of being fucked again and the joy of having driven a Jag, made me feel a bit guilty about not contributing enough to his pleasure. His cock waved before my eyes, the smell of it filled my nostrils. I could see a small bead of precum glistening in the eye of it. I opened my mouth and slid the head inside. I found that taking a cock in my mouth was not really a problem. This decision was mainly caused by the resulting frenzied action of the tongue in my ass. The moment my lips closed on his cock, his tongue went mad. Looking back on it, he was really quite subtle. The more I did to please him, the more he did to please me. Soon he was broadening my horizons in the field of cocksucking. However, he was again becoming aroused and in a strangely detached way I brought him to his orgasm. I suddenly realized that I, a mere kid, was controlling a full grown man and for a few seconds just before he shot, he was mine! His back arched and his cock bucked, instantly a warm thick goo filled my mouth. Before I could react, it bucked again and more goo shot out of it. I kept my mouth moving until I had the whole thing, and as he relaxed back onto the sun deck, I swallowed his seed. I had paid him back for all the kindness he had showered upon me, and this time I would keep his seed inside me. A kinky concept that thrilled me, to my very core! He lifted me off his face, turned me round and we kissed again. That man knew more about kissing than I had ever thought there was to know. After about 20 minutes he had me lean on the balcony rail with my legs wide apart. There, looking down at the late Saturday afternoon traffic, my butt was plowed for the second time. There is something very exciting about being fucked right out there in the open air, far above the city streets. Just before his orgasm hit he grabbed my cock and jacked me off. Now he controlled me totally, back and front. My squirming, as I shot my load through the balcony rail and onto the street below, triggered the cock that was ravishing my guts. Once more, my innards were coated with the seed of another male. That was the start of a most interesting summer. My folks thought I had a summer job, while he paid me a good sum to be with him 8 hours a day during the week and 12 on the weekend, when I was supposed to be at the pool. By the time the school started again, I had enough to buy a racing bike and still have some in my savings account. The next year I found out what girls were for, and he found another boy. - - - - - Damn it, the family is back! Click! I save the photo to the floppy drive. Click! I close the browser and drop the dial-up connection. Click! The file cleaner program that I wrote kicks in removing all traces of where I have been browsing. I retrieve my floppy. Well, the younger pair of twins are just too damned clever on a computer. Time to go downstairs and look innocent. The End. My thanks to RG for editing. Comments and Criticism may be lobbed in the direction of jamieanderson@compuserve.com