Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2010 22:25:04 +0100 (CET)
From: hellg8angel@web.de
Subject: Young Mark's Education by hellg8angel

Pure fantasy, all thought up in my (twisted, I suppose) mind.


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I met Mark on a playground. I was there with my four-year old niece Jenny
that day and had just sent her off to play in the sandbox. She was eager to
go as she loved the feel of the sand between her chubby little fingers and
coincidentally her being occupied gave me the opportunity to sit on a
nearby bench and engage in my favorite hobby - people watching.

I'd done it as long as I could remember. Something about studying strangers
when they thought they were unobserved gave me a kick that nothing else
did. Glancing quickly at Jenny to make sure that she was okay, I let my
gaze wander around the playground to randomly pick someone to watch.

Mark caught my eye instantly. It wasn't because he was beautiful, per
se. He was, no doubt, with his curly, chocolate brown hair and the large
green eyes that didn't seem to miss anything going on. But what was even
more remarkable about him was that even as a pretty teenaged girl of about
13 practically threw herself at him, he let her down skillfully.

There seemed to be no malice in the boy, only a deeply seated
self-assuredness, bordering on arrogance, that instantly made me itch to
possess him, to make him moan for me, and teach him all the things he'd
never even known about his own body.

I swallowed, growing hard instantly. Never taking my eyes off him, I
arranged my body slightly, showing off my assets subtly. I knew I was
attractive. I was tall and tanned due to a life spent outside, and the
faded gray T-shirt I was wearing clung to my chest, showing off my build.

I never went to the gym as a rule, but being a hands-on kind of architect,
I had real muscles, not those pumped up body-builder ones. I was lean
instead of bulky, but tough, and along with my strawberry-blonde hair and
deep-blue eyes, I could have passed for a young Steve McQueen.

The instant the boy laid eyes on me, I knew I had him. Interest flickered
in his eyes and, strolling over with an air of devil-may-care, he plopped
down on the bench next to me. His leg brushed mine and I caught a whiff of
his clean, boyish scent.

Up close, he turned out to be a bit younger than I'd first thought, 14 at
the most, but just as innocently-arrogant as I'd figured him to be.

"Hey," he murmured, not at all unnerved by my scrutiny. "Saw you watching,
thought I'd ask if there was something you wanted."

I grinned, angling my body towards him to show him my growing
bulge. "Sure. Anything in particular you're offering?"

His eyes were glued to my crotch and he licked his lips, making my cock
jump. "I'm a bit thirsty actually. Got something to drink for me?"

I was impressed. This boy had the code down to a pat. After again checking
on Jenny, I followed him to the comfort station and he blew me right there,
sinking to his knees gracefully. Halfway through I had to stuff half my
hand into my mouth to keep from groaning out loud.

He was very good at what he was doing, and he knew it, too. "Glad I could
be of service," he said mock-humbly, after I'd finally deposited my come
deep down his throat. It was that kind of gentle self-mockery that only the
truly self-confident are able to pull off.  In that moment, I decided to
teach young Mark all about sex. The real kind of sex, the one nobody talks
about in public, the one that makes you scream out loud and shoot your come
helplessly.

Two months later, I finally had him exactly where I wanted him. 13-year-old
Mark Johnson was mine now, in every way possible. He called me his
boyfriend, told me his school-troubles and let me fuck him hard and long
every time he could get away from home.

That night, I'd planned something special. I'd prepared my favorite toy
especially for him. He was standing before me now, frowning as he looked at
the strange contraption I was about to hook him up to.

"And this is supposed to be better than your cock in my ass?" he asked,
being deliberate crude to shake me up.

"You just wait," I answered, kissing him softly. "You're gonna love it."

He sighed and ran his fingers through my hair. "Are you sure? Can't we just
do what we always do?"

I leaned my head into his caress, resisting the urge to purr like a
cat. "Tell you what," I coaxed. "If by the end of it, you don't beg me to
do it again, then you can finally check number fourteen off your Sex To Do
List, how's that?"

His breath hitched a bit. "You'd do that?" he exclaimed, pulling back a
bit. "You'd let me fuck you?"

I nodded, not mentioning the fact that I'd planned to let him do that to me
anyway. Suddenly eager, Mark then began to strip, not stopping until he was
fully naked and standing before me. He was beautiful, all smooth skin and
lean muscles, and his cock was already hard.

I grinned as I immediately got the device. I didn't want to give him the
opportunity to change his mind about this.

Lubing it a bit, I turned him around and slowly inserted the long metal
rod, placing it directly over my new lover's prostate. He winced a bit at
the coldness, but was moaning already, alone from the feeling of having the
little nub touched a little.

Oh, my self-assured Mark was in for a surprise, I thought giddily.

I checked again that the device was sitting in him correctly and then moved
on to his rock-hard erection. Mark was watching me with a small frown. I'm
sure he still had some doubts as to what this was supposed to accomplish. I
figured he hadn't ever seen anyone erupt like a volcano from this
particular toy, and so it was more like him humoring me than anything else.

I smiled at him as I placed the metal strap on his respectable cock, just
under the head and adjusted it a bit so that it touched him on all sides.

"Alright, babe, you're all set," I said, pulling him on my lap, his back to
my chest. This way I could hold him and feel everything going on with his
body, but I'd also be able to see. "I'm gonna turn it on, put it on minimal
power at first."

Mark nodded, snuggling into me. His eyes were drooping and he looked to be
settling down to sleep. I grinned to myself. Oh, he wouldn't be sleepy for
long, I was sure of that.

I turned the knob on the device, turning it on. Mark didn't stir, but that
was to be expected, as I'd never felt anything on the lowest level as well.

Keeping an eye on him, I cautiously upped the power. In my lap, Mark
squirmed a bit, eyes opening to look at me. "Uhh..." he sighed softly. "It
sort of...uh...tickles, Josh."

"That's normal," I answered, turning it up a notch. Mark huffed out a
breath, and I could see his cock jump upwards as the little jolts grew
stronger.

"Uh...Uh, uh," he began to pant harder with every passing second. I could
see how much this was beginning to affect him, as the muscles in his belly
quivered and his toes curled.  "Uh. Uh! Uhh!"

Not waiting for him to say anything, to demand more, I adjusted the ring
around his cock to rest directly on his frenulum and turned the device
higher.

I could feel the exact moment that the pleasure-inducing electricity really
reached his overly sensitive cock-head. Hissing in startled delight, Mark
pressed himself against me in reaction to the feeling, his hands grappling
for something to hold on to.

I knew from experience that pure unadulterated and uninterrupted pleasure
now cursed through his genitals, originating from his cock and prostate
alike. It was indescribably good, almost too much for the mind to
handle. This kind of intense sexual pleasure was almost crippling, limited
as it was to two small points of contact.

By now, Mark was giving strangely high-pitched moans, keening constantly as
he jerked against me mindlessly. His trembling cock moved this way and that
in shuddery jolts of near-orgasmic bliss due to the electric stimulation
and a glistening drop of pre-come was constantly growing at the tip.

"Uhh-unhhhh...!" he nearly screamed with the overwhelming intensity of
it. "Unhhhh.... J-josh.... Ngh! Yesss... Uhhhh! It's good! Unhhh! I- I
never knew... n-never...unhhh! It f-feels so! Good!...uhhhh. Uhhhhhh!"

He strained against me as he groaned out the words in time to the jolts,
voice giving out from pleasure. Mark's mouth was wide open and his fingers
were digging into my arms almost painfully. It was wonderful for me to see
him like this, to see my precocious lover reduced to a moaning bundle of
pure sexual nerves.

Mark's whole body was quivering with the electric shocks that stimulated
his hot-zones like nothing ever had before. He panted out little whimpers
along with every maddening shock to his cock and prostate and his hips
stabbed helplessly into the air as if searching for friction there. His
pre-come oozing cock was as hard as I'd ever seen, and the tip looked
swollen and angry-looking red.

Eyes glazed over with pleasure, my ecstatic lover began to moan out
solitary words, almost incoherent with the intensity of this experience.

"Ngh...ngh..." he keened, legs moving restlessly, cock pulsating
harshly. "Ngh! Nguhh! More... uh, p-please?...Uh! Unh...Uhh! Uh...Josh,
m-more... feels so, so g-good o-on my....Uh! yes! Uhhh! On my c-cock, and
inside, unh, yes... unh!...need, ngh! Nghnh! More, J-josh... please?"

I hesitated as I studied the controller. There was only one more level to
go and I honestly wasn't sure if Mark could handle maximum power. He was
already fighting for breath and sweat was forming on his forehead. His
balls were drawn up tight and his jerking cock was spurting bursts of
pre-come as if in preparation for his come.

"Marky, I don't know..." I began, but he began squirming on my lap in
desperation, obviously needing to come so badly that he'd do anything.

"Uhhhhnh...! Oh, oh, please, pleeeease, Josh!" he begged prettily,
breathless from moaning almost constantly. "Just a, uh. Uh.... bit
more...oh! oh!... Unh-Ungh! Oh, uh, uh! Please... p-please! Uh! Unnnghh...!
More, uh! Unh! Uh! Pleeeease....!"

Unable to resist my beautiful lover when he was so damn needy, I tightened
my hold on him and set the little device in my hand up to Maximum.

As the force of the electric jolts around and inside him increased
suddenly, Mark's eyes rolled back into his head and he let out an almighty
yell of pure need.

"Ooooooooooohhhhh-yesssssss! AHHHH! AHHHH! FUUUUUCK!"

He bucked up hard, his cock jumping around as if invisible hands were
jerking it. It strained against his tight stomach, shooting clear pearls of
pre-come constantly.

I knew that the shocks were longer now, bordering on painful, and there was
no way that Mark could keep this up for much longer, not with the way his
cock jumped and leaked so very hard with every one of the jolts.

"Uunnhhh...! Unnnhhhh...! Hhhuuunnnh...!" My young lover was now groaning
from deep in his throat every time the device shocked him, venting primal
sounds that weren't as loud as before but clearly broadcast his intense
pleasure as they were ripped from him involuntarily.

I gulped. The sounds went directly to my cock as I'd never heard anything
more erotic than young Mark being reduced to these animalistic growls by a
sex toy.

On my lap, my lover was seriously straining towards the end now, his
heaving, red cock was pointing upwards and shook with every one of the
intense shocks. I could feel his little hole pulsating and tightening
rhythmically around the prostate teaser and his balls were drawn up as far
as they could go.

Suddenly, they quaked in harsh convulsions and bowing his upper body back
into me, Mark let out harsh, half-screamed grunts as his cock-head seemed
to almost squelch under the force of the exploding come.  "UNGHHHHH!
UNGHHH! UNHHHHH! HHHUNHHHHHH!"

Four times his cock pumped to expel the copious amount of come from his
quivering balls. The harsh explosions shook his whole body and his semen
was catapulted all over his shuddering belly and up to his heaving chest.

As the immediate peak of the orgasm was over, Mark fell back on me, panting
harshly as he couldn't seem to get enough air in his lungs. He was
shivering in aftershocks and whimpered with the still ongoing shocks. I had
turned the device lower right after his orgasm, but from experience I knew
that my young lover's journey wasn't quite over yet.

Without checking with him first, I turned the knob on the controller,
setting it again to the highest level in one go. Mark mewled in reaction to
the sexual electric pulses, half-protesting and half-welcoming the
continuing stimulation.

"Oh, you're gonna love this, Marky," I whispered in his ear, reaching
around him with my free hand to stroke his chest. I could feel it
shuddering under his labored breathing. "It'll feel like nothing you've
ever felt before. Multiple orgasms, babe, they're no myth."

I had no idea if Mark could actually understand me at this point. If he
did, he gave no indication.

His cock was still half-hard, having had no chance to deflate completely,
and now it pulsed with renewed vigor, even as Mark shook his head from side
to side, wide eyes staring sightlessly, mouth opening and closing in
non-articulated pants and whimpers.

 "Uh, Uhh... unh...nnnhhhh...."

His nipples were tight little peeks under my hand and he had goose bumps
all over his body.

"Uhhhhhhhhh....ohhh... ohhh... "

Again the tone of his voice was changing to deeper moans and growls as his
second orgasm of the night neared. "Ohhhh, oh god, ohhh god, ohhhh
g-god... oh! Ohhh! OH!!! OHHHH-UNHHHH-J-JOOOOOOSHHHH.....OHHHHHHHHHHHUNH!"

Shuddering in unprecedented pleasure, Mark's cock jumped weakly, empty
balls trying their best to scrounge up some more come to expel. Shaking in
lustful convulsions, Mark's every muscle seemed to strain and release at
the same time, making him tremble like a rag-doll in my arms.

I watched my young lover with eager eyes. Whenever I'd done this, I always
felt that the second orgasm was the one that went deeper, striking sexual
chords inside me that normally stayed untouched. This was what women must
feel when coming, I figured; a pleasure that went inside the body instead
of straining for the outside.

On my lap, Mark finally stilled completely. He was a come-out wreck of
tingling nerve-endings and was barely conscious. Whimpering almost
inaudibly as I carefully unhooked him from the toy and cleaned him up a
bit, he clutched at me weakly but with determination.

Smiling gently, I picked him up like on would their sleepy son, and carried
him upstairs. As I tucked him comfortably into the covers, Mark reached for
me and forced his drooping eyes open.

"Shh, babe," I soothed. "Why don't you get some rest, hm? We can talk
tomorrow."

"Uh-huh," he mumbled, but still didn't let go of me. "G'na... do
tha'... aga'n."

"Sure, Marky," I answered after I'd deciphered his sleepy words. "We'll do
that again. And so much more."

I grinned as I looked down at the sleeping boy in my bed. I loved my life.


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