Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 21:09:12 -0500
From: mudpawdc@gmail.com
Subject: Thunder Part 1

	The forecast was for thunderstorms later today, but I wanted to try
to get a good run in beforehand.  Since the sun was shining and it didn't
look too bad out, I decided to skip the shirt and just go out in my gym
shorts.
	About 30 minutes later my muscular torso was covered in beads of
sweat and I was panting pretty heavily from pushing myself up a series of
hills about a mile from my house.  Thunder echoed in the near distance and
the wind was starting to pick up, so I decided to start heading home.
	As I turned onto my street the wind was howling and it had started
to rain.  I could see a kid on a mountain bike heading toward me from the
other end of the street, pedaling like a bat out of hell to try to beat the
storm.  I was stepping into my yard when he went by, and I waved.  It was
the Clark kid from down the street, Brandon.  He smiled from ear to ear and
waved back.
	I'd been watching this kid grow up for years now, since I moved in.
He seemed like one of the good ones...never caused trouble, played sports
in school, stuck up for the younger kids in the neighborhood when they were
getting picked on.  He had developed nicely in the past year or so, too,
and was showing it off today.  He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his body
looked amazing for his young age.  He had really been hitting the gym
lately, and it showed.  I loved driving by his house when he was mowing or
playing basketball with his friends because he hardly ever wore a shirt.
	As I turned the key in my lock, I heard a loud CRACK! behind me.  I
whirled around just in time to see a tree across the street fall right as
Brandon was heading toward it.  A branch clipped his front tire, throwing
him up and right into the mass of branches and leaves.  Panicked, I ran as
fast as I could to pull him out and make sure he was okay.
	The rain was falling in torrents and the wind was causing the
fallen branches to whip at me as I tried to find Brandon in the fallen
tree.  Finally I saw him, and reached out to pull him out of it.  He
frantically grabbed my hand and I pulled him free.  I could see a few good
scratches on him and his wet body was covered in leaves.  He wrapped his
arms around my neck and began to sob hysterically.  I gently picked him up
and he wrapped his legs around my waist.
	"Shhhh," I whispered to him, "you're ok.  I've got you."
	I carried him into my house, and I couldn't help but feeling how
nice his smooth wet torso felt pressed up against my hairy body.  His
massive chest heaved as he cried and his hard nipples rubbed against mine,
causing my dick to inflate a bit.  I needed to put him down before he
noticed.
	"Brandon, you're alright.  I've got you.  Everything's okay," I
tried to soothe him, but he wouldn't let go of me.
	"Don't let go," he whispered.  He started to relax a little, but
his arms were still strong around my shoulders.  He let his legs fall from
my waist, and when he did I could feel something hard pressing into my
groin.  He had an erection!
	I must have stiffened a bit, because Brandon lifted his head from
my shoulder and looked at me with his tear-filled eyes.
	"I'm sorry, Mr. Carriger," he said, fear filling his eyes.  He
started to back away from me.
	I pulled him close again and wrapped my arms tightly around him.
	"Its okay...don't worry about it.  And please, call me Mike," I
told him, "I'm just glad you're ok.  That was really close.  I'd hate to
think about what could have happened.  Go ahead and sit down and I'll get
you cleaned up and make sure you're not injured and we don't need to get
you to the emergency room or anything.  Or do you want me to call your
parents so they can come get you?"
	"They're out of town, but I'll call them in a bit to let them know
what happened and that I'm ok."
	He laid his head against my chest and snuggled up against me.  He
was shivering from being so wet and cold.  Thunder crashed outside and he
jumped a little.
	"Let's get you cleaned up."
	I led Brandon into the bathroom so he could get washed off.  My
bathroom has a big Jacuzzi tub and a separate shower.  He sat on the edge
of the tub as I got the shower turned on and warmed up for him.  I told him
to go ahead and clean himself off while I grabbed some fresh towels.
	He stood up and slowly took his soaked shorts off.  He turned his
back to me as his beautiful butt came into view.  Brandon looked over his
shoulder at me and winked.  As his shorts hit his ankles, he stepped out of
them and I got a view of his cock.  It was a lot bigger than I expected it
to be.  It swung around as he turned and stepped into the shower.  His
balls were huge, too, and hung down pretty far.  I must have gasped,
because he looked straight at me and, cupping them with his hand, pulled
them out and away from his body to show me how big they were.
	I went to get the towels, heading out of the bathroom as quickly as
possible.  This kid was 16 years old...was he really coming onto me?  And
besides, he was 16!  I was 36!  Granted, I was also in fantastic shape, but
there was no way a kid like this would be into me.  He was a total jock and
always had the neighborhood girls all over him!  He was definitely
straight.  Maybe his hard dick and the sexy show was just from the
adrenaline he had coursing through his body.
	That's what I told myself as I carried the towels back into the
bathroom.  Trying not to make it obvious that I was staring at him, I put
the towels down on the side of the tub and asked him if he was doing ok.
	"I could use a little help getting all the leaves off," he said.
	I turned as he opened the shower door and walked right up to me.
Water ran in rivulets down his beefy pecs and six-pack abs.  His arms
looked massive and steam rose from his broad shoulders.  I looked down into
his blue eyes as he smiled up at me.  I reached up and pulled a bright
green leaf from his shoulder.  He shuddered when my fingers made contact
with his skin.
	"Brand, this isn't right.  We shouldn't be doing this...whatever
this is.  I'm way older than you and you're only 16..."
	"I turned 17 last week," he protested, "that's legal in this
state."
	He stood on his tiptoes and kissed me on the lips, his hands
pulling gently on my shoulders.  I grabbed him by the waist and lifted him
up, his legs wrapping around my waist as I did so.  His cock sprang to full
attention as it pressed against my hairy abs.  He moaned as my tongue slid
into his expectant mouth.
	I walked us back into the waiting shower.  The hot water cascaded
over our bodies as we melted into each other.  I set him down and he
started licking my chest.  He licked my right nipple, looked me in the
eyes, and started sucking on it like he was expecting to get milk out of
it.  My eyes went wide as the pleasure coursed through my body.
	"Have you ever done this before?"  I asked, "Been with a man?"
	"No," he replied, "but I've liked you for years and hoped someday
this could happen."
	I couldn't believe this was happening as he sank to his knees and
started to pull my soaked shorts off.  My hard cock came into view and he
licked his lips in anticipation.  He licked at the head of my cock and
pulled away with a thick string of precum attached.  He moaned at the
taste, then took the entire head of my cock into his mouth.  He had little
trouble taking most of it the first time, but came up gagging as he tried
to take it all.  God damn, this kid was a natural.  He eased into a nice
back and forth motion as he tugged on my low-hanging balls.
	I was in ecstasy.  The feeling of the hot water running down my
naked body as this beautiful muscular boy was sucking on my engorged dick
almost made me weak in the knees. I pulled him to his feet and kissed him
again, then turned him around so his back was to me.  I grabbed the soap
and started to wash his magnificent body.
	His lats were wide and his shoulder muscles were starting to show
some major development.  I washed his shoulders and massaged him at the
same time as he threw his head back and moaned in pleasure.  I knew he
would be sore after being thrown headlong into a tree.  As my hands moved
down his back, cleaning off the sticky leaves and mud, I found a few
scratches that I made sure were cleaned up before I moved on.
	I made contact with his bubble butt, grabbing each firm mound in my
hands and squeezing.  This kid had a fantastic ass, and I hoped he would at
least let me get my tongue on it at some point.  I washed the crack of his
ass as he leaned forward and held onto the wall for support.  I could hear
him breathing heavily as my fingers briefly made contact with his virgin
hole.
	I washed his legs and feet, then told him to turn around.  When he
did, I was at eye level with his fat cock and massive balls.  His cock was
thick, with a nice big head, and it angled downward a bit.  I took it in my
hand and washed it, while my other hand was busy fondling his big nutsack.
I rolled them around in my hand as I stroked his cock with the other.  I
wanted this kid so bad.
	He moaned even louder when I slowly sucked the head of his dick
into my mouth.  I came at it from a downward angle that matched the curve
of his cock.  I slowly slid more and more of it into my mouth until I had
taken it all.  What I found hottest of all was that his balls were bouncing
up against my throat as I bobbed up and down on his big dick.  He had to be
packing at least 8½ to 9 inches of thick, teen sausage, and his balls hung
down at least that far.  What a fucking stud!
	"I'm cumming!" he managed to squeak out, before letting loose a
virtual flood of jizz down my throat.  I came off of his cock so he could
watch it shoot on my face.  His hot body was violently shaking in the
throes of his orgasm, and it was beautiful to watch his pecs bounce and his
abs quiver as he unloaded his seed on my tongue.  I sucked the tip of his
dick back in and tasted the most amazing cum I've ever eaten.  Salty and
sweet at the same time, it was definitely a flavor I would never forget.
	I stood up and pulled him close to me, kissing him and feeding him
his own seed.  He took it greedily and we swapped it back and forth as I
started sliding my rigid cock between our wet, well-muscled bodies.  More
beads of cum leaked out of his cock as mine slid hard against it.  I
noticed that his meat never went soft.  His hands came up and rubbed over
my chest, eventually coming to a stop over my sensitive nipples.  He began
tugging and twisting them hard.  I couldn't take any more and started
shooting between us, my load spraying out of my throbbing cock and
splattering against our naked torsos.  He cried out and shot off a second
time, adding to the sticky mess that covered our chests and abs.  I wrapped
my arms around him and hugged him tightly to me.  We slowly started to come
down from our sexual high.
	"Thank you," he said as we were drying off.
	"For what?" I asked.
	"For saving my life today.  If you hadn't been there, I don't know
what would have happened."
	"It was nothing...anyone would have done the same, " I said.
	"Yeah, but it was YOU, not `anyone,'" he said, coming closer to me
and taking my hand.  "I've always admired you...your muscles, your car,
that you were always nice to me and said `hi' when I rode up and down your
street."
	It started to dawn on me that this kid had had a crush on me for a
long time now.  I couldn't believe this total stud was telling me all this.
I smiled at him.
	"Well, um, after this experience, you should feel free to come by
anytime you want.  I'd love to work out with you, give you some pointers
here and there."
	I squeezed his hand and leaned in to kiss him again.
	"...and um...do other things as well..."
	"I'd love that," he said with an evil grin, "and you're not gonna
believe some of the things I can do."
	As I drove him home, I couldn't help but wonder what he meant by
that...