Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2008 00:48:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: sniffmecioc@yahoo.com
Subject: 14 and Horny Part 1

This story is by Sniffme Cioc <sniffmecioc@yahoo.com>
Copyright 2008.  All rights reserved.

When I was 14 I worked on Saturdays for my uncle in his real estate office.
It was a large busy office, but on Saturdays there were typically only 6 or
7 of us.  I was a decent looking, tall skinny kid, who, despite my strict
religious upbringing, was obsessed with masturbation.  As a child I had
played "show me yours and I'll show you mine" with lots of girls and on
campouts I had compared penises with the neighborhood boys, but I had never
had a single real sexual experience with another person.  I fantasized
about sex all the time.  I thought about hard nipples on bouncy breasts,
wet vaginas and penises, both soft and hard, and butts.  Always soft, warm
beautiful butts.

One Saturday I was doing my usual routine of setting up computers when
Mr. Adams slowly walked in.  His wife had died two months before and he had
been understandably depressed ever since.  He was a nice looking man,
around 45 with a kind face with troubled looking distant eyes.  I don't
know what it was about him that I found so attractive, but for weeks he had
been in my mind.  I don't think of myself as gay but more than once he had
been at the center of my imagination as I masturbated.  I imagined kissing
his slightly feminine face.  I pictured him naked, fondling his soft and
rounded body.  His noticeable manboobs had me dreaming of kneading and
sucking them and that soft round ass is where I always ended up, sliding my
cock up and down that crack and slowly penetrating that lovely ass as I
kissed his mouth.

So yes, I was completely inexperienced at sex and seduction, but
Inexperience had never stopped me before so I continued to try to get
through to him.  I tried doing him favors but he always declined.  I tried
making conversation but he always had a one word answer for any question.
I felt like everything reasonable had failed so I decided to try a bold
move and today was the day.  I would put my plan into action at noon when
everyone else was out for lunch.

At noon he was at his desk working quietly and I walked up behind him and
said, "you look pretty stressed."

He didn't look up but rubbed his neck and said, "this backlog of work is
killing me."  Bingo!  The opening I was looking for.

I said "let me help you with that" as I started rubbing his big soft
shoulders and neck.  He stiffened for a moment and looked around at me.  I
thought I was dead, but with more confidence than I was feeling I looked
into his eyes and said, "just relax.  No one is here."  His face softened
and he looked down at his work and I could feel him going with it.

It was incredible.  I couldn't believe I was finally touching this man.  My
penis was immediately hard as a rock.  I tried to make it as sensual as
possible, rubbing his scalp and neck and shoulders.

After a few minutes he leaned back in his chair saying, "god this feels
good."  As he leaned back I took the next step and started rubbing his
chest along with his shoulders.  As I passed over his chest I could feel
his sexy man boobs.  As I passed over his nipples I would squeeze them with
my thumbs and forefingers.  Again he looked up and said: "don't get carried
away there."  I rolled his nipples a bit and asked if he wanted me to stop.
He sighed but said nothing.

Standing behind him, I continued sliding my hands across his chest and
farther down across his stomach.  As I leaned over him I could smell his
sexy body and hear him breathing heavily.  As I reached farther down my
hands were on the outsides of his thighs, squeezing and rubbing.  I rubbed
back up then down again, this time slowly turning my hands to grip the
inside of his thighs.  This was the moment of truth and to my relief he
parted his legs slowly and I responded by rubbing my hands towards his
crotch.  My hands surrounded the growing lump in his crotch and he moaned
quietly.  As I traced the outline of his cock he reached up and slid his
hands up and down my arms saying, "Stop.  You have to stop" but it was a
half hearted attempt.

I responded by unzipping his pants and reaching inside his boxers to feel
his warm member.  He gripped my arms saying, "what the fuck are you
doing!?" but at the same time his hips rose to meet my hand.

It felt absolutely amazing in my hand.  Fat, uncut, soft and getting
harder.  Just sliding the foreskin up and down was so sexy.  He held onto
my arm, pretending to try stop me, but his moans betrayed his true
feelings.  As I slowly jacked him he spread his legs farther which allowed
me to feel his entire package.  Mmm.  The skin on his balls was so soft and
warm and moist.  I lifted his heavy balls and caressed them then continued
jacking him slowly inside his pants.  I could feel the tension building.
His leg muscles were flexing and I could feel pulses in his penis as he
would have little pre orgasm spasms.  I knew he was close so I picked up
the pace and suddenly he started bouncing in his chair, shooting spurt
after spurt of hot sperm right into my hand.

Just as he came I heard a car door slam and new the party was over.  I
yanked my hand out of his pants and ran to the restroom as the others
streamed noisily in from lunch.  I sat in the stall looking at the puddle
of still warm cum on my hand..  I smelled it.  So sexy.  I was overwhelmed
by the fact that I was staring at a handful of a man's cum.  I touched it
to my tongue and liked the taste.  I debated what to do with it then I
slipped my pants down and rubbed his cum around my asshole.  It was so
slippery that my fingers easily went inside.  As I jacked off I sucked the
rest of his cum off my fingers and swirled it around to get the taste and
really loved it.  I wanted more.  Just to remind me of him I smeared the
last of it on my lips as I spurted my own cum onto the floor of the stall.
I quickly put myself together and went back to my desk.

My friend across the room continued to stare, depressed with his head in
his hands.  After a few minutes he stood and said he was going home.  On
his way out he stood by my desk for a long moment like he was going to say
something, but instead he just dropped a note and walked out.  I picked it
up with hands shaking hands and read the words: "1232 Maple Ter.  5:00.
Come around back."  Oh my god.  My dream was actually coming true.

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