Date: Sat, 17 May 2008 01:00:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Bruzee <darkerprojects13021@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alan and the BBS

The story is MOSTLY true and involves adults,teens, sexual situations,
and unprotected sex.

I DO NOT LIKE RUBBERS ANY MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU MUST WEAR THEM WHEN
HAVING ANAL SEX.

DO NOT GET FUCKED Without a rubber on the guy fucking you or YOU probably
WILL DIE!

The names have been changed but the story line Mostly happened.

If you are not 18 DON'T LET YOUR PARENTS Catch you or if it is illegal to
read it, Get the Stupid Laws changed!

There is NOTHING WRONG with you being queer, or gay or bi or lesbian or
trans gendered. IGNORE the assholes that tell you that its wrong. What's
wrong is NOT living your life the way YOU feel led to as long as you try
your best never to hurt anyone in the process.  Remember, I love all of you
and you have a friend, if you need.

Mark

Preface

God!  I never expected to find myself in THIS position. Here I am a 35 year
old man with a 14 year old cock rammed up my ass, shooting cum deep inside
me. How the fuck did I get into this...

Chapter 1 - Chance

It all started in 1990. LONG before the Internet became popular, individual
people ran what were called BULLETIN BOARDS or BBS's. These were the
precursor of the internet. Independent people using their home computers
(usually Commodore 64's) and their own telephone lines, allowing other
people to use their computers to log in, leave messages, email, and play
games. Some even, like mine, had "ADULT" content.  Usually naked pictures
and message boards.

Mine was like that. It had a LOT of adult content on it, but where as other
adult bbs's were pretty much heterosexual in their offerings, mine was
exclusively gay. The photo's I had on my bbs were of guys with big cocks,
sucking cock, eating cum, the like. Of course, I was very specific about
it's content on the main page and I did everything reasonable to maintain a
strictly Legit board. No under agers allowed.

One morning I woke up, and as was my usual routine, I checked the printout
for activity the night before. It would hold any emails sent to me the sys
op, who logged in, where they went, what they did (generally) and when they
logged off. Pretty routine until this morning. There was an email to the
sys op.

Dear Matrix, (that was my screen name) I am looking for someone to teach me
about gay sex. I know this is what I want. No one has to coerce me into
it. Please respond as soon as you can.

Alan

I was floored. One of the reasons I had started this bbs was to meet and
find sex partners. This looked like a great opportunity. So I emailed him
right back.

Dear Alan, No Sweat, dude. Love to show you a good time. Tell me your stats
and where you're from.

Matrix.

I went about my normal routine, work, shopping etc. that day. When I came
home, I checked the print out. Another email from Alan.

Dear Matrix I am 5'8" tall , weight about 150 lbs, have sandy blond
hair. What else do you want to know?  Alan.

This was sounding really good. Being 6' 190lbs and red hair, I had a
passion for shorter guys. I LOVED blonde's (who doesn't). This guy was
sounding hot. I had to respond.

Dear Alan.  Sounds Hot! How big is your cock? Have you had ANY m/m
experiences yet? What do you want to do?  Matrix

I didn't hear from Alan again for a couple of days. On Saturday morning
tho, there was another email from Alan.

Matrix

My cock is 8" long and circumcised. I've never touched another guys cock,
but I know I get hard looking at cocks and thinking about sucking them,
swallowing cum (yes I eat mine when I beat off) and probably fucking a guys
asshole. How about you.  Alan

This was getting hotter and hotter. This guy sounded great. And I LOVED
getting my ass fucked as often as I could. I wrote him a quick note.

Alan, Let's meet. Pick someplace neutral so if you want to walk away, you
can. BTW: Are you in town or driving in.  Matrix

This was going to be good!

Chapter 2 - FEAR

Alan emailed me that night. His pattern was to log in at 2am (while I was
needfully asleep) and email. He never spent a lot of time online, just
emailed.

Matrix Meet me Monday at the grocery store on Genesee st.  at 3pm. I will
be standing out front wearing a red baseball cap on my head and a green
parka.  Can't wait.  Alan

3pm? I didn't get home from work usually until 9. SHIT! I was going to miss
out. I emailed him back.

Alan, I work until 9pm. I can't make it then. Any other time?  Matrix

I was nervous. I knew that scoring a trick, especially a "straight" trick
tended to depend on quick timing. No long wait. If the trick had to wait,
they usually got bored or scared or just changed their mind. I hoped this
wouldn't be the case.

The next morning there was another email from Alan.

Matrix, OK. How about Monday night around 930? Same place? Will that work?
Alan.

I shot back a quick one.

Alan, Yes.  Matrix

Now all I had to do was wait. It was Friday and I had the whole weekend to
go through.

The bbs was busy that weekend. About 30 guys (yeah not many but hey it's a
smallish town) logged in to play games, etc. But no Alan. Then Sunday night
Alan hit again.

Matrix

Looking forward to tomorrow night. I jerked off 3 times Friday at school
and ate my cum wishing it was yours.  Alan.

At SCHOOL??? Oh yeah He's probably a college kid. Cool. 3 Times? Damn he
must be horned up. That would also explain the 3pm. Classes really start to
let out about that time. Well, all I had to do was get through work Monday
and I would meet him.

Oh Shit!  What if he was lying. What if he was a 60 year old wrinkled
pervert?  What if he was nasty, or smelling like 4 day old underpants? That
would be SO GROSS. Well. Tomorrow night I would know for sure.

Chapter 3 - PANIC

I got to the grocery store around 910 that night. My lover knew I would be
late ( I had told him the truth - REMEMBER THIS GUYS... TELL THE TRUTH,
don't waste your life or your breath telling lies...) and I was noticeably
shaking. Hell, I'd been shaking all day at work. Every time I would think
about meeting Alan, I started shaking out of anticipation and nerves.

I scanned the parking lot for cars that looked like a college kid would own
them. Not too many, and they were all empty. I thought about going into the
store and walking around looking for a guy in a baseball cap, but just then
I saw a red baseball cap outside the door.  He looked about right in the
gloom of the mid winter. It hadn't snowed lately so there weren't the
monstrous drifts and snow piles Central state was accustomed to, but it WAS
Cold. Very cold. Before I had left work I had checked the thermometer and
it read -3 F. Fuck. And my car wasn't the most warm thing in the world.

I starred out the rear view mirror again and the red baseball cap was still
there, hopping from one foot to the other, apparently to stay warm. I
couldn't tell much because the parka was bulky and the hat was pulled down
over the crest of his eyes, but what I could see seemed pretty good. I
decided to walk over.

As I was walking over a heavy gust of wind blew up. I saw him tentatively
wave in my direction and then the wind took his hat and blew it across the
parking lot. As he started to run towards it, I did too. I retrieved it
first and started walking forward towards Alan.

When I got to within a few feet I got a good look at him. FUCKING CHRIST!
He's a fucking KID! Couldn't be more than 15-16. This could be real
trouble.  OK. OK. THINK!!!!!!!!!!!

"Hi. Here's your hat.", I said as I walked past.

"Matrix?", he asked in a soft voice.

"Excuse me?" I tried to feign ignorance.

"Oh, nothing, sir." the kid said and started to walk away. My nerves were
jangling like a fire bell. I KNEW it was Alan. But what to do? I was
heavily conflicted. On the one hand, this was a KID. I could be
arrested. But having grown up in a small town where it seemed like there
was no one like me, my heart went out to him. He probably just wanted
someone he could talk to.

I went into the store, bought something innocuous and went home.  I needed
to think about this!

Chapter 4 - Panic And Reason

I couldn't believe what I had seen last night. This Alan was a kid. Not a
college kid, but a high school kid. I hadn't even seen any peach fuzz on
his face. BUT... It was a cute face.

Alan had emailed me that night.

Matrix Guess you got held up or something. Or if that was you that handed
me my hat, you're hot.  Please email me back.  Alan.

Christ!  This was getting harder and harder. And so was I. The idea that
this kid wanted me, that he thought I was hot! Damn. I shouldn't be feeling
this way about a kid. What was I going to do.

I decided to email him and lay my cards on the table.

Alan It WAS me. You scare me. Just how old are you? I mean You know the
law. If you're under 17, I can go to prison. You're a really cute guy, but
You're not cute enough to spend 10 years with bubba.  Matrix


I went to bed that night, my head swimming in thoughts. What could this kid
really want? Does he really think I'm hot? As I fell asleep, I fantasized
about this young guy and reluctantly my hand found my hard cock. After
several moments of fondling and playing with myself, I shot the largest
load I had ever shot without my dick being buried balls deep in a hot ass.

Now before you get the wrong idea, I was NOT a pedo. I didn't go around
perving young boys. I DID prefer younger guys, but I had never touched a
guy under 20 since I was a boy.  Now in the day, I was notorious for giving
boys their first blow jobs and in many cases taking a boys anal virginity
with passion. Nothing felt better than having my burgeoning cock deep
inside the tight warm confines of a virgin boy or mans asshole. But I had
seen men my age reported arrested for having sex with hot young boys. I was
NOT going to run into that kind of issue for ANY pretty piece of tail.

Chapter 5 - Acceptance

There was an email from Alan the next morning.

Matrix Dood, I don't want you getting in trouble. I'm just sure that this
is what I want. I tried gurls and it made me wanna puke. I know I'm a cock
kinda guy.  BTW : I'm 14. Maybe we could just talk about stuff?  Alan.

I knew this could be a huge mistake but I wrote back. I had the day off
from work, my bf would be gone until the next day. This was it.

Alan, Same place, tomorrow afternoon. 3pm. We will at least talk.  Matrix

I had no idea what was going to happen but I was in it now. Up to the
proverbial neck.

The next morning I must have spent the entire day cleaning my flat. I had
NEVER had it this clean. at 2:30 I headed over to the grocery store.

It was a much warmer day than the last time I had been here. I saw Alan and
he saw me. He immediately got into my car and we drove off to my flat. On
our arrival he commented several times on how cool he thought my 2nd floor
walk up was. We had some coffee, some small talk, discussed music etc.
Being winter, my bladder kicked in now that I was warm. I excused myself,
offering a "Just make yourself comfortable..."  line and walked into my
bathroom.

While I pissed, I played with the idea of walking out of the bathroom with
my jeans unzipped, free balling as always, so that my pubic bone would be
visible. I opted against it. But I was not prepared for the sight that
greeted me when I opened the bathroom door.

Chapter 6 - REVELATIONS

Laying on my sofa, STARK NAKED and Hard as all get out was the most
breathtakingly cute boy I had ever seen. His 5'8" frame was lithe and
lightly muscled. There was not One hair on his body below his neck. His
pubic bone was totally smooth, his arm pits equally devoid of hair. And the
cock that stretched languidly out of his pubic bone reached far above his
belly button. He was amazing.

"Well," I started, stammering, "I guess you made yourself comfortable."

"Yeah," he replied. "I thought maybe if I pushed it a little we might get
into some hot scene."

"Like I said, you're a minor.", I tried so hard to convince myself that
nothing was going to happen. "I am not ready to go to prison for having sex
with you."

"And who is going to tell anyone?" he asked, now slowly stroking his
enormous boy cock. "I'm sure not. I want action and I want it from you. I'm
sure as hell not going to fuck that up."

With that he got up off the sofa and walked directly to where I was
sitting. His cock, AMAZINGLY, was so hard that it was snug up against his
body. I would have thought at that size the weight of it would pull it down
some, but no. The piss slit was pointing straight up to his chin. His nut
sack was pulled up too. I could tell that he had quite large balls in that
sack.

As he got closer I could smell his boy musk. The smell of recent soap and
water, mingled with boy sweat and probably the laundry detergent his mom
used to wash his underwear.  He was now mere inches from my face.

"Please," he whispered. "Do me."

As though in a trance, I reached up and took his turgid tool into my hand,
pulled it down slightly and felt him shudder in passion. There was a clear
drop of boy pre cum on the tip and I leaned forward and tenderly, as if it
would break, licked it off. GOD this boy tasted wonderful. I was in all the
way now. I leaned forward and took as much of his cock into my mouth as I
could.

Alan immediately started face fucking me. It took no time at all until he
was shooting an amazingly large boy load of cum into my mouth. I know many
writers say it was "SO MUCH IT DRIBBLED OUT OF THE CORNERS OF MY
MOUTH"... This didn't but I wondered if my mouth could contain this much
cum. I Swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. He shot at least 7 volley's
of cum into my mouth before he slowly withdrew his still erect cock out of
my mouth.

Having cum, I expected that this would be it. He would get dressed and,
thanking me, leave.  I was so wrong. He knelt down in front of me, fished
my achingly hard cock out of my jeans and began to give me a blow job that
would rival my much more experienced boy friend. Within 5 minutes I was
filling HIS mouth with my man juice. He swallowed it like a trooper.  I was
spent, but Alan had other things on his mind.

"May I fuck you?", he pleaded. "Please?"

I was too stoned on sex with this boy to say anything intelligible. I
nodded my head and, standing, took his hand and led him to the bed room.

Now let me say, that although I was normally a top, I did like getting
fucked occasionally. But to that day, I had never been fucked by a cock as
big as Alan's. I knew it was going to take some play to get that monster in
my ass.

I had him lay on his back. He looked at me quizzically.

"I'm going to ride you.", I told him softly."You're so big that I need to
control how much you put in me at any one time."

With that I grabbed the omnipresent jar of vasaline and started to lube up
his cock. He was still as hard as he had been when he first entered my
mouth. (Ah the beauty of youth and the ability to stay hard even after
cumming.) When I had lubed up his cock I took a Large amount of the lube
and simply forced it into my asshole. With two fingers I started to finger
fuck myself, spreading them to stretch open my love hole.  After about 5
minutes I guessed that I was ready.

Now in many fictions the author will tell you that the cock slid in
straight away, gliding nicely into the depths of his ass. Not this time. I
was tight. It took me several attempts to get even the head of his cock
into my hole. The initial pain was intense. Not a burning but a sharp knife
like pain. I caught my breath several times as I winced as the head finally
penetrated my hole. At least I had the presence of mind to remember to
press down with my anal muscles, as though I were taking a much needed
shit. SLOWLY, and I do mean slowly, I lowered myself onto this power
tool. When I could feel my ass cheeks touch his hairless pubic area I let
out a long sigh and indicated to him to lay still. He complied. After a
moment of adjustment, the pain subsided slightly into a feeling of
wonderful fullness. I nodded my head to him and he started to slowly fuck
up into my ass. I could feel almost every one of his 8 inches sliding in
and out of my ass hole. It was heaven.  Little did I know at the time, that
his cock was just the right size, girth and at the exact right angle to
start him rubbing my prostate from the start.

We were fucking like rabbits now. Him slamming up into my ass, me squeezing
my hole around his invading dick. He was moaning like a stuck pig and I was
riding his boy tool like a sex pig. I couldn't get enough.

From all the rubbing of my prostate by the head of Alan's cock, I
experienced something I had NEVER had. I Orgasmed, SOFT, and without
touching my cock. My cum spewed forth, hitting his nipples, his chin and
some of it flying right into his open mouth. That did it. He started
cumming. I could feel the head and shaft of his cock get even larger and
then I felt the almost rhythmic pulses of his cock as he shot load after
load of cum deep in side my ass hole. I WAS IN BLISS.

After Alan stopped cumming we stayed connected for a couple minutes. I bent
forward and licked my cum off his nipple, biting it as I did. This caused a
spasm in his cock and another volley of cum shot into my ass.  I looked up
to his face to see him wiping my cum off his face and chin and then eating
my load.

I pulled off him.  My severely distended asshole clamping shut. I was
done. I could do nothing but lay there. That was when Alan had his next
surprise for me.  He moved around, lifted my legs and began eating his cum
out of my ass.  Now mind you I had never had my ass hole eaten by anyone,
let alone someone felching me. This was amazing.

He licked and sucked my ass for a few minutes and then excused himself to
go to the bathroom. I just laid there like a well worn slut.

I must have dozed for a moment, because the next thing I knew, Alan was
gone. But there was a note on my chair.

Matrix, Thank you. That was so cool. I Hope we can do this again.  Alan

I knew it Would happen again, and in fact, we had many more sexual
escapades until he dropped out of school and moved to NYC. But that would
be another story, entirely.