Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2018 22:25:51 -0800
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: iPhone Special

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iPHONE SPECIAL


I never thought that one little piece of technology would give me
everything my little heart desired, at least in terms of what I was
looking, hoping and praying for. Being hit with a dilemma as mine would
really make one wanna commit something as drastic and surreal as suicide,
but you always push those thoughts out of your head and try to go on with
your life, no matter how hard it may be. Welcome to my world, as boring and
depressing as it is.

My name is Kieran Randall, 21 years of age, and I
currently live in Cape Town, South Africa, Parow to be exact. I was hired
straight out of highschool to work for a cellphone network company here in
SA called Vodacom, very much the same as Vodafone Live, which might be a
bit more known to those of you reading this. Anyway, the job didn't pay
much, and there was loads of stuff that we as a family, that is my parents,
my brother and myself, had to pay each and every month. For starters, we
lived in a hired home, and every month we all chipped in to make up the
rent. Now my brother was still in school, and his grades had dropped down
the past couple of weeks, since he had to take a part time job at McDonalds
to help with paying the bills. My father is a train driver...  need I say
more, and my mother is a nurse, so we struggled quite a bit through the
years and still now, as a matter of fact. All my life I had one wish...to
be filthy rich.

But the more i hoped and wished, the less likely it seemed
that my ship would ever come in. Each month i continued to work only to pay
the bills, so I didn't have much time for dating, socialising etc. But
there was another part of me that I would never reveal to anyone except
God. The fact that I was not only gay, and in love with guys, but it
was...mmm...younger guys that really attracted my attention. Yeah, throw a
stone at me if you want to, but I didn't go looking for it. When I see a
boy, aged between 14-18, I get really, really turned on. It doesn't help
that thousands of boys come into our store every single day with their
parents looking at the latest cellphones on the market and I have to inform
them aswell as answer their questions. Evenings when we close, I head back
home, have dinner with the family, shower, and get ready for bed. WHY??

Because I have absolutely no interest in going to a gay club for a quick
fuck, as older guys my age aren't what I yearned for. I have asked God over
and over why he created me like this, and I never found an answer. If being
gay wasn't enough on a dude, then being attracted to boys could just aswell
have been a death sentence.

At the time I wasn't aware that God was infact
listening to my prayers, and that He had a certain plan for me. Too bad it
took me going through a journey of being sneaky, manipulitive and
completely going against everything I believed in to finally get what I
wanted. This is my story.

I was used to go to the local shop down the street to buy Lotto tickets
every Saturday night for my family. My brother was not allowed to play, but
he gave me his numbers and I play on his behalf. Us as a family have been
playing Lotto ever since it began way back in the year 2000, but we have
never, ever won anything. In a game where you have to pick random numbers
to play with, and if the numbers drawn are the same as the numbers you have
chosen, you could win some serious cash. As always, I went to play our
numbers and returned home, not even worrying about it, although silently
hoping. I was laying on my bed that night, thinking about that sexy boy
that I spoke to in the shop today, who wanted that iPhone so
much, and the pain that went through my mind when his beautiful face fell
as he realised that he, or perhaps his parents wouldn't be able to afford
it.

He was so freakin beautiful, he couldn't have been older than 15, with
blond spiky hair, light freckles on his face, still very much a boy at
heart. He wore a blue t-shirt with white trousers, with a silver chain
around his neck. I was shattered out of my daydream when I heard a sudden
scream, coming out of the living room. Frightned, I shot up and ran to my
family, scared shitless that we had been robbed or something, but instead I
ran into my brother, who jumped into my arms.

"Kieran!!!! You fucking won the fucking Lotto bro!!! Check this!!!" he
jumped off me and stuck my Lotto ticket in my face. The rest I won't bother
you with, but I had indeed won just over R16.7 million.

Even if you don't
understand the currency difference, I can tell you that it is indeed a
fortune. That was it, i was rich! I didn't wanna work anymore for the rest
of my fucking life if I didn't want to! My life had indeed changed. Over
the next couple of weeks I really decided to spoil myself. I brought me the latest smartphone, a state of the  art laptop, uncapped wifi for the entire house, aswell as paying all the outstanding amounts of
accounts for our family and a black BMW. A big house with 8 bedrooms, 2
swimming pools, indoor lapa, the works! It was great times for our
family.

My boss at Vodacom told me that although I was a good worker (his
words, not my own lol) he thought that it would be unfair on taking a job
away from someone who could really use the money. Having been there
previously myself, and knowing that it would be unfair should I remain
there, i immediately resigned. Life was good, but all that money didnt make
up for the sheer need that I still felt when I saw a teenage boy walking
past out new house, or down the street, or when i went to a shopping mall.

Still with all my money I couldn't have what I wanted most...a boy to love
me and to love back. And this is where all my devious plans started. I just
thought that if fate would play me a vicious trick as to notthisy make me
gay, but to make me attracted to younger blokes, than Im gonna play dirty
to get them. Money must have gone to my head, because looking back, this
was a rather crazy idea. I went to visit my old colleagues a Vodacom, to say hi to them
after about 4 months away. They were happy to see me again, and i got asked
by 5 of them to lend them money. Wicked!

I was the cream of the crop at
that point. Just as I was about to leave, someone caught my eye. Oh my
gosh...it was the boy...the one who's face dropped like marshmellows from a
flame when I told him that the iPhone that he wanted so bad was
way past his price range.  I decided that I would try and talk to him, just
because of the sheer beautiful look on his face as he curiously looked over
at the phones. My heart was breaking.

"Hey mate, see anything you like?" I asked him, while trying not to look at
those gelled spikes sticking up from his head. He turned around and looked
at me, and smiled. He must have remembered me from the last time I helped
him.

"Hey mister, yeah I like all of them like really bad!" he said in his
youthful voice that made my knees go weak.

"Still after that iPhone?" I asked with a sly smile.

"Yeah, and its still the same price. My dad would never buy me something
like that. We can't afford it. Simple as that."

He turned around and walked out of the shop, with his head held down. At
that point, i was so in love with this boy, and would do anything and
everything to see that smile back on his face, that I quite simply didn't
think with my big brain. I ran after him.

"Hey mate, listen, you wanna go grab lunch at McDonalds or something? Im
hungry as fuck and I hate eating alone."

The way he looked back at me told me that I maybe went a bit too far. I
knew what he was thinking, why would I, 21 years of age and having talked
to him twice ever before, invite him for lunch?

"That didn't come out as I wanted it to!" I quickly said. "Its just that I
can clearly see you're upset just like last time, and since Im going, I
thought u maybe wanted some aswell. Take it or leave it mate, but I can't
wait to get my mouth on a Big Mac."

With that I started to walk towards the McDonalds, and knowing and having
been his age myself, that statement would hopefully change his mind. Not
even a minute after I left him, i felt a hand on my arm.

"If your offer still stands, I would really like that, mister," he said
shyly.

"Cool beans. Hey, and Im only 21 years old, so call me Kieran, okay? What's
your name?"

"Jason Tanner. So are we gonna go grab a Big Mac or what?"

I laughed and raced him to the McDonalds. He won ofcourse, those athletic
legs of him beating mine anytime. There was an added incentive into me
asking him for lunch. I ordered our burgers and once I had it, I tool it
back to the table. He immediately started to devour his Big Mac, giving me
the idea that he hadn't eaten properly in days. I learned that he played
Rugby and Soccer of his highschool, that he was indeed 15 years old, and
that his mom passed away in giving birth to him. After we were both done, I
went ahead and got us two Oreo McFlurry's. It was then that I really
started to make conversation.

"This is the second time that I've seen you wanting that iPhone. Is
there really no way you could afford it?" i asked sympathecally.

"We don't even have enough money to keep me in school, there is no way that
my dad could buy me it. My dad is a truck driver, so we dont have much. The
iPhone is just a distant dream. But nearly all my friends have one, so
it isnt easy. Im always the last one to find out about any party's or stuff
because I don't have money or they all download music for eachother and forget about me."

My heart went out to him as I saw him angrily wipe a fallen tear away. This
was it, the first part of my plan...which was essential in getting to my
target.

"Look, where do you live, dude?"

"Across Tygerberg station...shit! My train! I missed it!" he frieked,
before I place my arm around his neck.

"I'll give you a lift home, buddy. Don't worry, I'm not a killer or
anything. I just have a little business to complete in the mall, then I'll
come and fetch you. Here, there some money, go and get yourself another
McFlurry."

"Thanks Kieran. Really appreciate it! Thanks a lot!"

He probably felt safe around me, otherwise he wouldn't have said yes so
quickly. I jogged over to Vodacom and in a matter of minutes, I walked out
of the shop with a brand new, latest model, iPhone in my hands. With almost 17
million Rand in my back account, there was no way that I'd even feel it
financially. I returned to the McDonalds, and there he still was...
slurping the last few delicious bits of his McFlurry. He looked up and
smiled at me when I once more sat across the table from him.

"Here's your change, dude," he said and dropped it into my hands. Shame, he
was a really honest boy. That made my cock even harder. We walked out of
the McDonalds and walked over to my BMW. Jason's eyes widened as he saw it.

"Dude! Are you like a millionaire or something?" he asked me, his mouth
hanging open.

"Something like that. Get in." I opened the door and then we were on our
way to his home. He shyly gave me the instructions and I followed. Just
when he reached the beginning his street, I stopped my car. This was now or
never, I thought as I turned towards him.

"Dude, listen...I know how much you want a iPhone, so I got you this."

I reached into my bag and pulled out and carton box containing the phone
and handed it over to him. His eyes were as wide as a kite as he started
disbelievingly at the phone, and then me.

"Here, take it! It wont bite! Your wifi and wireless internet settings have
already been activated and I will pay your data costs for the internet this
month. So, what do you say?"

He ran his right hand through his blond, spiky hair and blew out his breath
slowly.

"Why would you get this for me, Kieran?" he whispered as he looked at me.

"Because I saw how upset you were when I told you what it cost! Jason, I'll
be honest with you. I had recently won the Lotto. A full 16.7 million
Rands. Safe to say, I can afford it."

Jason kept casting his looks at the phone, I knew he wanted it so fucking
badly, but there was this hesitation as I was a complete stranger. I
decided to play my trumphcard...like I said, looking back, I was blinded by
my money and had lost all grip on reality. I wanted a boy so much...

"Here is the deal. I brought you this iPhone and free wifi, and its yours to
have forever. But, if you get what you want, then I would have to get what
I want. Does that seem fair, buddy?"

For the first time since I offered him the phone, there seemed to be some
kind of reaction in his eyes. But there was no turning back now.

"What would you wanna have from me?" he asked, completely oblivious to what
he answer was. Never in his young mind he would figure that out!

I placed
the phone in his lap, and then ever so quickly leaned over and softly
kissed his neck. He jumped away from me faster than a speeding bullet and
tried to open the door, but I was clever and had locked it before hand.

"Let me go, you fucking faggot! You think if you give me this, you can have
sex with me?" he shouted, but ofcourse as my windows were black and
soundproof, it didn't matter. I angrily looked back at him.

"Tell me Jason, when you see a girl who u like walking down the street or
at school, or even today at the mall, and u really wanted to ask her out,
would you do it?"

"Ofcourse, Im not a cocksucker like you!" he shouted back.

"Now you know what? I see guys I like every single fucking day. Now as easy
as it is for you to go up to that sexy girl and ask her out, that
impossible it is for me to do the same with a guy. So i have no other
option. I have more money than I'll ever spend in my life. I may as well
use it to buy what I want. And...what I want...is you."

This seemed to get his 15 year old mind thinking as he tried to make sense
of what I said. He seemed certain to say no. I knew I had to up my offer.

"I will give you this phone, and I give you R2000 in cash, to do whatever
you want with it, if you let me suck your teenage cock."

Jason seemed to want to vomit as I said those words, giving me the
assurance that he was indeed straight. I gave a flying fuck. I knew I had
him. He obviously needed the money for sheer survival, if I took a good
look at him, and it what kinda area he lived.

To make matters worse I took
out my wallet and pulled out ten, crispy R200 notes, which together would
make R2000. Jason looked distraught, and for the first time I sensed that
he might say yes.

"So Jason...do we have a deal or not?" I prompted.

"Are you sure no one, no one will find out about this?" he mumbled.

YES!!! JACKPOT!!! I had him!!

"I promise. Dude, you're straight so you won't know this perhaps, but the
reason I chose you is because your fucking sexy! That blond, spiky hair of
yours, those blue eyes...I just wanna show you how much I want you. And you
get to leave with a brand new iPhone and R2000! All yours.
Include the fact that Im gonna make you cum, i dont see how you could lose
out here."

"Okay, okay! Just dont take your time, dude! Go ahead, do whatever you want
to."

Music to my ears. I gently took the cellphone off his lap. Thank God for my
black tinted windows. I gently leaned in to kiss his neck once again, and
this time he didn't dare pull away. I raised my right hand to touch and
caress his spiky hair, feeling the ridges of it run through my fingers.

Jason immediately stiffened, but i gently kissed his shoulderblades,
wanting to comfort him. I took his shirt by the hems and gently pulled it
off. I couldn't believe it...21 years of longing and yearning and now I was
finally doing it! I slowly started to run my fingers over his firm body.

For a 15 year old, he had quite the six pack going. I could feel his strong
stomach muscles flexing underneath my gently touches. I noticed a change in
Jason, he started to breathe heavily as I carressed his ripped chest, so I
moved once more to that little spot on the side of his neck and started to
kiss it.

"Damn dude..." he moaned into my ear. He can be as straight as he claimed
to be, but I could see his bulge underneath his shorts...and it wasn't
flacid.

I moved down to kiss his ripped chest, i fondled the spot next to
his left nipple. I kissed each and every trace of his six pecks and I got
closer to my prime target. By this time, Jason was fully into what I was
doing. I felt a hand at the back of my head, as if he wanted to guide me
along. I didn't wanna wait any longer. I ripped off his shorts and tore off
his underwear...WOW. Now I could see why he would have no problem in asking
a girl...any girl for that matter, out. He was easily nine inches! Holy
mother fucker. Jason began panting and shaking all over.

"Damn it, Kieran, you wanted it, now you got it...just suck it dude!"

That did it. I took hold of his big organ, and slowly began tossing him
off. Jason moaned and sank further back into the car seat as I watch his
foreskin glide over and over his massive dick. I leaned down and took it
into my mouth. All the dreams over the years could not prepare me for the
real thing. Saulty, with a hint of piss and dried sperm filled my mouth and
i completely pulled away his thick foreskin and starting to suck his love
muscle.

Keeping in mind that he was just 15 and that he would probably not
last long, i wanted to give it my all to make him fully enjoy it. I licked
his cockhead, gently pushing my tongue into his piss slit, for any
remaining juices or flavours. I took it down to the mere stem, the base,
and now had his entire cock in my mouth.

Jason's hands grabbed my head in
sheer exstacy, and I couldn't help wondering if this was the first time he
had his 15 year old cock sucked. I began a pattern, as I bobbed my head up
and down his strong, young dick...I would go slow when I was sucking down
his shaft, but faster and I glided back up again. I tasted his creamy
precum from his dick, and I knew he would make a girl/women very luck
someday, but this was my one and only time with me.

"Jason...Im gonna...gonna...fuck!!!"

I felt his body tremble above me and a the same time I felt his cock
expanding to an even larger size. Wanting his cum, I doved onto his cock
and sucked the living hell out of it, at such a speed that my head was
spinning.

One second I was still sucking, and the next, these massive globs
of young, teenage sperm was flooding my mouth. Jeez! This 15 year old must
have last orgasmed decades ago! I tried deperately to get all of his cum
into my mouth and swallow it, but there was just too much. I swallowed what
I could, returning to his cock where I cleaned off his cockhead. I gave his
cock a few more strokes and released it, where it fell back onto his
stomach, still in a erect state. I slyly wiped my mouth, the tangy, sour
taste of his sperm still between my teeth.

"So...changed your mind about gay people?" I asked.

It took him a while to answer and for this breathing to return to semi
normal, while he just looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes, his
spiky hair falling over his forehead.

"Can I have my phone and my money now?" he pleaded, with tears coming out
of his eyes. I gave him the carton box and the R2000 cash in his hand and
opened the door.

"Oh, Jason!"

He turned around, where I could see his tears had by now fallen onto his
red cheeks.

"'Im sorry, dude. I will never trouble you again. I hope you can find a
girl who can make you happy. I'm just a 21 year guy who saw a sexy boy and
did everything he could to be with him. Just wanted you to know that."

What that, I started my car and drove off. Yes...I felt bad for what I had
done to Jason, but on the other hand, Jason would have a ton of girls in
his future. What about my needs? I also a human being!

Why shouldn't I get
what I want, for once in my life?
That night as I cleaned out my pockets, I found the proof of payment for
the iPhone that I brought for Jason. I smiled, while sliding into bed
and pulling the covers over me. I'd give it a week...I thought. Maybe by
then, there would be another sexy boy looking longingly at something he really...really wanted...


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