From: an522242@anon.penet.fi (boys-stir-us (boisterous))
Reply-To: an522242@anon.penet.fi
Date: Fri, 12 Jul 1996 00:29:54 UTC
Subject: The Want Ads (story, M/b, pedo, consent)

Warning:  The following story depicts sexual activity between an man and a
boy.  If you are under 18 years of age or offended by such material, please
stop reading now.  This story is entirely fictional and is intended for
amusement. This is fantasy! The real world isn't like this, and the author
is opposed to actual behavior of the nature described (because of the guilt
associated with the taboo involved, such behavior is potentially damaging to
the child and I believe no one should ever risk hurting a child).  

THE WANT ADS

by Boys-stir-us

Older guys who like boys, you're in luck.  Inexperienced WM looks
normal, but beneath his clothes he is a smooth little boy who has
just reached puberty. Photo and detailed letter about yourself
required. Box 15675.

     I was wild with lust when I read the ad in the personals of
my local gay newspaper, masturbating as I read and re-read that
ad.  I responded truthfully, sending a recent picture taken at the
beach that showed my slender, hairy torso.  Even at 39 with
slightly thinning hair, I looked rather youthful.
     My letter explained that I was a married man with children
but that I constantly fantasized about sex with boys.  I outlined my
only gay experience, which was with a roommate at college.  We
had done everything together, but then he transferred to another
college.  I hadn't had sex with a man for 19 years.
     A week later I got a letter informing me I was the man of
choice, and that only one man had been chosen.  I was given a
telephone number to call at a certain time.  I called and spoke to 
a deep voiced man who gave me an address.  We arranged to
meet on a Saturday early in the afternoon.
     I was nervous when I pulled up in front of a huge three
story house in an established upper-class neighborhood.  The
man hadn't mentioned he was wealthy.  For some reason this
intimidated me and I almost didn't ring the doorbell.
     "Hi, I'm Ray," a tall, silver haired man said after I introduced
myself.  He was slender and strikingly handsome; however, he
had chest hair poking out the top button of his white shirt, and he
certainly didn't look like a barely-pubescent boy.  I felt a little
disappointed, but I followed him into the foyer anyway.
     He ushered me to a plush den that was furnished with a
huge mahogony desk, a leather setee and rows of books on floor
to ceiling bookshelves.  "I suppose you are feeling a little mislead,"
he said casually.  He sat behind the desk and I sat in a padded
leather chair across from him.
     "I am a little confused.  Your ad said. . . ."
     "I had to mis-lead you for reasons you will soon discover." 
He asked me a lot of questions about my sexual past, including
childhood experiences.  I figured he was looking for a cheap thrill,
but I answered truthfully anyway.  I was quite curious and, largely
due to the man's gentle confidence, was no longer apprehensive.
     "I have a proposition for you, but you must promise to
never breathe a word of this whole affair to anyone.  Ever."
     "Okay.  I promise.  Who would I tell, anyway?  My wife?"
     "I'm a busy man.  And it's tough being a single parent.  Still,
I want my children to fulfill their dreams, just like any parent does. 
My son, who just turned 13, told me he thinks he is gay and that
he wants to learn about sex from an older man.  Are you
interested in gently teaching an innocent boy about sex?"
     "You want me to have sex with your son?"
     "Exactly.  That is, of course, if my son likes you.  He has
the final word on your selection.  I wouldn't worry, though.  He
liked your photo very much.  I like the fact you are married and
monogamous.  Reduces the risk of disease."
     This whole thing seemed too weird to me. Not to mention
culturally forbidden and illegal.  "Why doesn't he learn from his
friends?  That's how most people do it, you know."
     "He did a little experimenting; however, he is a sensitive
boy and the first time someone called him a queer, he withdrew
from those experimentations.  He also told me he feels all his
classmates are better endowed than he is.  They tease him about
it.  That's when he came to me for advice. Besides, he said he
wants an adult to teach him, someone to take charge and sort of
guide him through the aspects of male love.  I was fortunate
enough to have an uncle to teach me about these things, but he
lacks a loving uncle.   Would you like to meet him?"
     "This seems like a dream."
     He smiled.  "Assuming that means 'yes,' I'll take you to his
room.  He's anxiously awaiting your arrival, I'm sure."
     I followed the man up a magnificent, curved staircase.  The
hallway was dark and very long.  He stopped in front of a door
and tapped, then entered.  I lingered in the doorway as he walked
into the room.
     "Chad, this is Tom.  You probably recognize his picture."
     Chad sprang to his feet.  He stood about 5' 5" tall and was
a slender boy with delicate, almost feminine features.  His hair
was silky and so blond that it was white. 
He was dressed in shorts and a bright blue tee shirt, and when he
smiled shyly, he radiated beauty like an angel.  His eyes were
chocolate colored and quite bewitching.
     "Hi," he said with a combination of eagerness and modesty.  
     I stepped forward and we shook hands as I said, "It's a
pleasure to meet you, Chad."
     He looked up at me with hopeful expectation. "You'll really
do it?" he asked as though he couldn't believe his good fortune. 
That was exactly how I was feeling.
     "I'll leave you two alone."  Chad's father closed the door
behind him and we stood sort of trying not to look at each other. 
It was an awkward pause, which he broke by asking, "What do
you want me to do first?" This was not a naieve innocence, but it
was innocence non-the-less.
     "Let's just talk for awhile first."
     "Okay. How long can you stay?" He stepped closer to me,
then tentatively back.
     "I have to leave by 4:00.  That gives us nearly two hours,
so there is no rush."  I sat on the bed.  "Sit here beside me and
tell me what you hope to get out of this."
     He sat next to me, and I quietly admired his beauty.  His
white silky hair and vibrant tanned skin were too much.  My pulse
raced.  He sat close enough that I could smell the residual
shampoo on his hair. He was immaculate.
     He looked at the fingers which lay in his lap as though they
belonged to someone else.  "Well, you know. . . .I want to learn."
     "But what is it you want most?"  His legs were crossed at
the ankle.  I dropped my hand onto his bright white cotton sock.
     He looked at my hand and swallowed hard.  "To feel better. 
I have these strong. . .desires, urges. I don't know how to describe
how I feel--sort of empty, I guess. It's like a really want something
but don't know how to get it."
     I was surprised.  I had expected an answer like "getting a
blow job" or  "giving a blow job." I took his hand, first studying the
neatly trimmed, unbitten nails.  Then I looked full into his eyes. 
"Are you looking for intimacy?  Do you just want a playmate? 
What do you want me to be?"
     Chad curled his fingers to hold my hand--different from me
holding his. "I don't know, Tom.  I'm not sure what you mean."
     "Do you want me to kiss you?"  I asked, my face very close
to his.
     He straightened a little, then squeezed my hand even
tighter. "On the lips?"
     "Does that gross you out?"
     He smiled awkwardly.  "Not at all, but I just thought. . . ."
     "Thought what?"
     The boy looked increasingly uncomfortable.  "I don't know. 
I just hadn't thought about you wanting to. . . ."  His hands groped
thin air.  "I guess I thought you would sort of sit there while I did
you. . .you know. . .sucked you. . .with you being married and all."
     I could see how in his fantasy that would be a safe way to
explore, with nothing expected or demanded of him except
compliance and servitude.  There was no way I would allow such
a cold wall of safety between us.  I leaned in and lightly brought
my lips to his.  Chad didn't pull back, so I continued to kiss him
until I could feel him responding by softening his lips and pressing
his body against mine.  I pulled him even tighter, falling back on
the bed with his slight weight on top of me.  My hands roamed on
his back, his buttocks, the back of his thighs.  His lips became
hungry as our connection endured, and his self-consciousness
seemed completely forgotten. 
     His penis pressed against my stomach, a nub as hard as
iron and hot as an ember.  His knee came down between my legs
and he moved it across my erection in a purposeful but crude
caress.  Chad's hands were in my hair and along my neck.
     I was very aware of us wearing too many clothes for the
level of arousal we shared.  I worked my hands under his shirt
and eased it toward his shoulders.  When he figured out what I
was doing, he broke our kiss long enough to assist me in slipping
the shirt over his head.  I rolled, putting Chad onto his back and I
gazed down at his smooth chest.  He looked more like a boy than
a pubescent teenager.
     As my hand went to the snap on his shorts, his eyes grew
wide.  His whole body tensed. I knew it was fear but not lack of
desire.   "What's wrong?" I asked in a soothing voice.
     "I'm not sure I'm ready," he said in a very fearful voice.
     I broke contact.  "Don't be afraid of me.  I'm enthralled with
you.  I can't imagine anyuthing that would make me think critically
of you." My heart stopped beating.  He was so beautiful, so
delicate, yet so alive. I would go mad if we didn't continue our
developing intimacy.  But he looked troubled.  "Do you want me to
leave?"
     "Oh, no," he said quickly.  "It's nothing like that."  He sat
up, also.  "It's just that I was hoping maybe. . . ."
     "What?" I asked, trying to sound understanding and patient. 
I was aware of the urgency in my voice.  I know in my life I had
never been more fully aroused.
     "Will you just sort of lay back while I explore you?"
     I smiled, then lay back on the bedspread, my hands folded
behind my head.  "Go ahead. Touch me anywhere."
     He didn't move for a moment. Then he knelt close to me
and started to unbutton my shirt, exposing my slender, hairy chest
and stomach.  He spread the flaps of my shirt wide and stared at
me, his fawn's eyes large and dark.  His tongue perched at the
edge of his mouth.  His lips were parted and full as he breathed
soemwhat erratically.  
     Then he lightly touched one of my nipples with his fingertip.
     "Umm," I uttered softly to encourage him.  When the small
nub erected, the boy took it between thumb and forefinger and
rolled it back and forth.  When he could tell for sure how much I
enjoyed his attention, he brought his other hand to my other
nipple.  After a few minutes, he released them and brought his
cheek to my chest.
     "You smell good," he said.  I rubbed his soft hair.  Without
lifting his head, he reached down and unfastened my jeans.  My
entire body contracted as he rubbed his thumb across the spot in
my Hanes where my glans was pressed into the elastic waistband.
     "Did you cum?" he asked.
     "What?" I lifted up a little and saw why he asked.  My
shorts were soaked with pre-cum all around my glans making the
white cotton nearly transparent.  "No.  That's just a clear fluid I
seep when I get really hot."  His thumb stroked across the glans
again.  "Keep doing that and I will come, though."
     He smiled and said, "It's so big."  Becoming more bold, he
lifted the elastic with one hand and dipped his other hand inside,
coming up with a fist full of my meat.  I felt the coolness of the
open air against my wet glans.  Impatient, I pulled my knees up,
then lifted my butt off the bed as I slid my jeans and Hanes off.  I
relaxed onto the bed again.  
     Chad stared at me for a moment.  Then one hand began
toying with my testes, shifting them around in their fairly-tight
scrotum.  His other hand squeezed and caressed my cock.  As he
worked my genitals, he slowly brought his face close to them.
     It was a moment before I realized the slick movement
across my glans was his tongue.  He had bravely taken the glans
into his mouth.  My hands came instantly to his head, caressing it
tenderly as his tongue worked around my purple knob.  When he
took it into his mouth, I felt the scrape of teeth and flinched away.
     "Sorry," he said looking up at me.  I could see my cock
right at his eye level.  His beautiful face and my purple, brutish
cock.  I forced myself not to cum.  His lips parted as he again took
the glans into his mouth.  A moment later, I felt it hit the back of
his throat.  He gagged and quickly lifted his head.
     "Sorry," he said again.
     "Don't apologize.  This is the most wonderful experience of
my entire life."
     He appeared to take comfort from that.  I could tell he
wanted to do everything perfectly on his first exploration with oral
sex.  "Tell me what to do."
     I asked him to pretend his lips were his fist and his tongue
was the palm of his hand.  "Move your head like it is your hand
jacking me off."
     He caught on quickly, not taking me so deeply that he
gagged. "Now, while you keep doing that, suck on it as hard as
you can.  Over and over.  That's it, Chad.  It feels so good!"
     My hands were gently urging his head to bob faster.  He
sucked sporadically. Loudly, and with a lot of enthusiasm. 
Technically, it was a lousy blow job.  I was so aroused by the
sight of his beautiful face, his lips stretched to accommodate my
cock, that I felt myself approaching climax.
     "Chad, I'm going to come in just a minute.  I'll tell you when
it's coming so you can lift your head. . .if you want to."
     Despite my efforts at self-control, my hands took over,
guiding his head up and down the tip of my cock.  My hips thrust
upward to meet his descending face.  He was gagging before I
came--probably I pressed myself too deeply.  "I'm coming!" I cried. 
I forced myself to release his head, but the kid didn't move away. 
My first lightning bolt of semen hit the back of his throat, making
him gag again.
     The second was too much for him.  He raised his head,
again gagging.  The third wad of semen struck him full on the
bridge of his nose.  He flinched, then dove back down to take me
into his mouth again. I pumped the rest of my seed into his mouth. 

     I was just recovering my senses when I head his loud
swallow.  He began licking puddles of my semen from my
abdomen.  I put my hands under his bony shoulders and pulled
his face to my chest.  He relaxed there.  I stroked his hair and
said, "No one has ever made me feel that good, Chad.  No one."
     "Really?" He said, lifting his head to look me in the eye. 
Some of my semen was smeared across his nose and forehead. 
His lips and chin were slick with my juices.
     I pushed him onto his back and nuzzled my face to his arm
pit.  "You don't have any hair under your arm yet," I observed.  
     He pulled his arm down. 
     I lifted it again.  "Don't be embarrassed.  You have a
beautiful underarm."  I kissed it and he giggled.  I lifted up to gaze
the length of his body.  He looked expectantly at me, his chest
heaving, his eyelids half-closed.  My hand went the length of his
smooth, soft belly and unsnapped his shorts without fumbling.  I
rubbed across his slender shaft through his underwear, making his
body fold in toward the middle as his shoulders and knees raised
off the bed.
     "Oh, God," he muttered.
     I was amazed at how small his penis was.  Still reed thin
and only about three to three-and-a-half inches in length. I knew
my own organ had been larger by the time I passed through the
portal of puberty.
     In a tense voice, Chad asked, "What are you going to do?"
     I leaned my face close to his and said, "You tasted my
semen.  I'm going to taste yours."
     Abruptly, he sat up.  I couldn't understand why he was so
uptight.
     "I've got a secret to tell you.  Please don't be mad at me." 
In shame, he averted his face.
     "Okay," I promised, my curiosity fully aroused.
     He paused a long time, then quickly confessed, "I can't
come yet."
     That explained the small size of his cock.  He had not
reached puberty yet. "But your father said you had reached
puberty a year ago. . . ."
     "I lied to him.  Please don't tell him.  He would never have
let me do this. . .let you come here if he knew."  
     I brought my hand to his crotch.  His cock was still hard. 
"You've got a nice dick," I said in a smooth voice, breaking the
silence.  "Just the right size and shape."
     "You don't think it's too small?" he asked in a hopeful voice.
     "It's just the right size for you."
     "Are you mad that I can't come yet?"
     I worked my hand beneath his jockey shorts and tickled my
finger across his shaft.  "Well, you can't shoot yet, but you can
have orgasms.  You ever give yourself a dry orgasm?"
     "Yes," he said shyly.
     I stood and tugged off his shorts and underwear.
     Then I moved on top of him, rubbing my hairy chest against
his smooth chest, jabbing my wet, flaccid cock against his little
erection.  His lips were pressed to my collarbone.  I brought my
full wight to bear on him as I snaked my hands under his hips.  I
rubbed down the damp cleft of his magnificent buttocks.
     I connected with his mouth for a gentle kiss before working
my tongue across his tender cheeks and down the supple flesh of
his throat.  When I reached his nipples and nipped at one of the
small nubs, he grabbed my head and moaned.  His hips were
active against the sheets as he let himself be swept away by
pleasure.  Then I laved my tongue into his navel while gently
prodding his tightly-drawn balls with my fingertips.
     I lifted his cock with my thumb and forefinger and gently
took it into my mouth, tasting the boy's body salt and smelling the
subtle, acrid odor of his hairless pubic region. Suddenly both of his
hands clamped upon my head as his whole body contracted.
     When I realized he had not yet orgasmed, I used my
tongue around the hyper-smooth glans and continued to caress
his balls with one hand.  His body was alive like flames on a log,
all motion but no direction.  I lowered my head and felt his knob
strike the soft tissue beyond the roof of my mouth.  The thick skin
of his shriveled scrotum pressed flat against my tongue.  He was
inside my mouth--cock and balls!  He jabbed wildly, his body out
of control as a dry orgasm consumed him. 
     After I felt him start to grow slack, I let his cock slide from
my lips.  I lay next to him and hugged him, pressing my again-
erect cock against his thigh.  A smile was frozen on his lips.  I sat
up and asked, "Do you want me to leave now?"
     Chad also bolted upright.  "No.  Don't go yet," he pleaded.
     I laughed gently and said, "I'm in no hurry to leave, but
sometimes after a guy has an orgasm, he's done messing
around."
     He took my erection in both hands and said, "You don't
seem to be done messing around."
     I grabbed him and began tickling.  He laughed and
squirmed away.  I grabbed his hips and pulled him back.  We
collapsed on the bed, my hard cock pressed against  his buttocks.
     He stopped squirming.  "Dad said you might want to have
anal intercourse with me."
     "He said what?"
     "You might want to. . .oh, you know," he said with
impatience, "Put it in my butt."
     "I'm sure I'd enjoy it immensely, but you're too small for
that."
     "No, I'm not.  Dad said he was smaller than me the first
time his uncle did him.  He said it hurt a lot the first time, but after
that, it felt pretty good."
     "Oh."   I was not really sure what to say.  My body wanted
him.  My cock had been throbbing ever since it came into contact
with the soft flesh of his buttocks.  But in my mind, I doubted I
could do it without causing him too much discomfort. The thought
of creating anything but pleasure in the life of this beautiful
creature was beyond imagining.
     He wiggled his butt, grinding himself against me.  
     I lifted myself off his slender frame.   "Maybe it could wait
until next time we get together.  I want to be able to really get you
ready.  I don't think that will happen in the 20 minutes we have left
today."
     He sat up and said, "Then should I suck you again?"
     Maybe it is in the nature of 13 year olds to be so event-
oriented.  "Let's snuggle for a while and see what we end up
doing."

The End

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