Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2010 21:40:53 +0200
From: fidget . <fidgetnl@gmail.com>
Subject: Adorable. Suckable. Hopefully fuckable. Chapter 1

Umm ... this is a fantasy tale about sex between a man and a teenager.
While inspired by an actual youth, none of this has even remotely happened.
If you shouldn't be reading this, well ... don't.

Thanks for reading.

Fidget

fidgetnl@gmail.com

+++ Adorable. Suckable. Hopefully fuckable. +++


His silky black track suit clung to his body. It was humid. Maybe it was a
size too small. His eyes met mine as I approached. We smiled at each other,
him mumbling his name as we shook hands.

Quickly he and his father went to work unloading the metal construction
fences we needed for my project. My eyes roamed all over his body, drawn to
the bulge between his legs.

His trousers rode up as he lifted the fences, exposing the band of his
underwear, leading my eyes down the round curves. Plump, not fat. Bigger
than a bubble.

I lit a cigarette, leaning back to watch him work. His rosy cheeks were
flushed with effort, his black hair tousled on his forehead. A bit of a
tummy softened his appearance. He was adorable. Suckable. Hopefully
fuckable.

Our eyes would meet each other occasionally while he worked. It was unclear
whether it was coincidence or on purpose. I tried hard to keep it that way.

As he worked, his track suit rode down, exposing more of his boldly printed
underwear. When he would lift his arms, the top of his pubis would briefly
peek out. His trousers bunched around his crotch, highlighting his package.

Damn I was turned on.

I adjusted myself every time he looked over. It was unclear whether it was
coincidence or on purpose. I tried hard to keep it that way. At first.


After a couple of times, he began to notice. I noticed him looking over
more frequently. I noticed him adjusting himself. I noticed when the next
time he raised his arms, a hard ridge was clearly visible in his
one-size-too-small trackies.

Emboldened, I forgot about his father's presence and openly stroked my
now-raging erection through my work uniform.

I lit another cigarette, just to keep from blowing my wad.

Soon it was time for a break. He came up and stood squarely in front of me.


"Hey, could you show me where the restroom is?"

His eyes were locked on mine as he spoke, revealing the arousing adolescent
combination of shyness and sexual daring.

The tobacco crumbled under the sole of my shoe. We went inside, moving
together through the labyrinth of the workplace. The scent of his manual
labour filled my nostrils, driving more blood to my yearning cock.

Our eyes met again several times along the way. His nervous but
thrilled. The flush was back in his cheeks, betraying a lustful desire for
sexual exploit.

Within minutes we entered the tucked-away men's room normally intended for
the truckers making pre-dawn deliveries. It was mid-afternoon.

Mounted next to each other were two urinals of standard format. Without
those annoying privacy screens that pussy-ass prudes prefer these days.

We kept up our pretense of needing to urinate and sidled up to the wall
like men. Glancing nervously at each other, we fished them out like
men. Like men, we looked and compared.

His was a handsome, meaty 5", with a long, tapered foreskin, already moist
with juices. The base had a good showing of dark bush. Just enough to be
masculine. The rest of his skin was unbelievably smooth. His fingers tugged
out his wrinkled scrotum, stroking along the ridge.

The sound of his breathing got heavier as we stared at each other stroking
our cocks. I kept my hand at the base of my cock, gently tugging the
foreskin back and letting it roll back up.

Our eyes met again. I gestured towards the stall with my head. Without
missing a beat, he quickly moved inside.

Pressed together in the tight space, I could feel the heat coming off of
his body. His aroma was strong and reinforced the sheer reality of the
moment.

Soft fingers wrapped themselves around my cock. His immature hand made it
look so big. As he stroked me gently, my hands went to his hips, feeling
his warmth. His youth.

We tugged each other's trousers down, leaned forward and rubbed our cocks
together. Our juices mingled. His fingers made sure of that. He squeezed
precious drops of precum straight out of his foreskin, using his fingers to
rub them on the inside of mine. The feeling was exquisite, velvety smooth
and luxurious.


His smile moved closer to mine and we began to kiss. The softness of his
lips gave way to the texture of his tongue as it explored my mouth. My hand
took hold of his young cock and he shuddered as I began to stroke him back
and forth, twiddling his long and soft foreskin with my fingers.

I sat on the toilet, placing my mouth right at crotch level. With
insistence he pushed his hips forward, turned on and wanting
release. Release was something I was going to do my best to make him wait
for.

Slowly I ran my tongue along the inside of his left leg, tasty the
saltiness and funk of his hardworking teenage body. His flesh quivered at
the tickling, arousing sensation. I felt his cock twitch against my cheek
as I moved closer. His whines and hip thrusts were clear signals of being
captured in the throes of lust.


Drawing my tongue up along the ridge of his scrotum, I drooled along the
length of his shaft before capturing his cockhead with in my mouth. With a
gasp, he felt the sensations of my lips squeezing him just behind his
cockhead, running my tongue all over every exposed surface, pressing his
foreskin to the roof of my mouth.

My left hand moved between tugging on his nuts and stroking the skin
between his legs. My right hand went to the base of his cock and tugged,
gently retracting his foreskin. With each bit of freshly-exposed glans, my
tongue would swipe around the edge. His knees knocked together as I pulled
his skin all the way back and vibrated my tongue on the underside of his
cockhead.

I gave in to his thrusting and allowed him to bottom his cock out in my
throat. He groaned at the sensations of sliding all the way home; holding
it deep and reveling in the feeling before beginning to fuck my mouth. He
would push it far in, pumping quickly before pulling almost all the way out
and having me suckle his cockhead. Sometimes he would roll his foreskin all
the way up, feeding it to me and letting me work my tongue inside its loose
fleshy folds.


All too soon he thrusting became erratic and his breathing husky. I could
feel fresh sweat working its way down his sides. It was time to cool him
down.

With a loud slurp, I pulled off his cock and looked up into his pleading
eyes. My mischievous glint met frustrated desire.

"You want me to finish you?" I asked. He nodded and whined.

I stood.

"I swallow your cum if you swallow mine. You ever done that before?"

He smirked, turned and sat on the toilet, reaching out for my cock. I took
a step towards him. The next thing I felt was the sensation of his cool,
moist lips sliding themselves over my cockhead. He copied my moves and ran
his tongue around the ridge of my foreskin. My fingers went through his
matted, sweaty hair, over his shoulders eventually finding his hands
roaming my body. Slowly he worked more of my hard cock into his mouth,
squeezing his lips in a rhythm that said, "I've been wanting to do this
forever".

His teeth sometimes grazed me, but it only added to the charm of his
youthful eagerness. His pace quickened as his hands moved my
groin. Sometimes he would cup my balls in both his hands while he bobbed on
my tip. Other times he would distend his lips, taking almost half of my
cock in while pumping the base with his fist. Maybe it was his first
time. Probably not. Either way, he had my balls pulling up inside of me in
no time.

My orgasm was unreal. The floor went all wobbly, the ceiling spun and I
heard this unearthly groan come out of me as I unconsciously held his head
in place. He moaned along with me as he felt the first blast gush down his
throat. Coughing slightly, he nudged me to pull back for the subsequent
shots. I felt his mouth and throat working as he swallowed each one. When
the crest had passed, I released his head and looked down at him with a
grateful smile. He grinned back and pointed at his leaking cock.

"So NOW will you finish me?" he said cheekily.

It was my turn to return to the hot seat. This time I wasted no effort in
making him cum as fast as possible, running my hands all over his youthful
body, squeezing his nipples, pulling his ass until his cock was lodged as
far back as it would go. And then I pulsed my mouth. Over and over. I felt
his cock responding and his moans growing more desperate. Soon it pulsed
greatly, releasing his sweet and salty youthful semen into my willing
orifice. He thrashed about, at once trying to remove and plunge his cock
deep in my mouth. As his pleasure subsided, I continued to hold it in my
mouth, gently suckling the last juices from the folds of his skin, now
growing even longer with his softening state.

We put ourselves back together a bit and left the restroom, heading back to
work.

Back outside, I looked over at him, covered in dirt, sweat and now dribbles
of my cum. Adorable. Suckable. Hopefully fuckable.

"Umm, I'll be back when we pick up the fences again," he said with a
twinkle in his eye.

I lit a cigarette and tried to look cool. He really was
adorable. Suckable. Hopefully fuckable.