Date: Wed, 26 May 2010 20:22:43 -0500
From: Karl Austerlitz <karlausterlitz@gmail.com>
Subject: At the movies Part 2

[The following account is almost certainly fiction.]

When I was 13 years old I rode my bicycle everywhere, I worked at a movie
theatre in Houston, and I had my first sexual experience with a man whom I
shall call Gene.  After a pleasurable encounter with him one night at the
theatre, we arranged to meet at his place the following afternoon.

I was filled with nervous anticipation, and could hardly believe that I
intended actually to go to an older man's for sex.

Three o'clock found me in the shower.  At half past three I was standing
nude in my bedroom deciding what to wear. I decided on a plain white
T-shirt and cycling shorts. I turned around and looked over my shoulder at
my image in the mirror. The tight shorts accentuated my cute round
13-year-old butt. Oh what the hell, bicyclists wear tight bike pants all
the time and nobody cares.  Let's just do this.

Soon I was biking the short distance to Gene's house.

I arrived at sharp at his apartment at 4:00 sharp.  I biked up the alley
behind his house and found his garage door open.  He waved me in, glanced
around, and then lowered the garage door.

"Hello, please come in," he said.

I couldn't help but notice the new Jaguar and BMW motorcycle as I followed
him through the back door into his kitchen.

I realized later that he was also nervous about our meeting.  Here was a
49-year-old man inviting an underage teenage boy into his house for sex.
At the time, I did not really appreciate the incredible risk he was taking
in my visit to his home.  This was Texas in the 1970s, and the authorities
didn't take too kindly to older men who like to fuck teenage boys. They
still don't.

I walked in and surveyed his apartment as he closed and locked the door
behind me. Clean and orderly in an affluent part of town, his house and
vehicles made me wonder for the first time what exactly Gene did for a
living.  Whatever it was, he had the freedom of not having to be anywhere
at four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Are you thirsty?" he asked me.  In his hand he held a glass of orange
juice over ice.

"Sure," I said.  "I'll have whatever you're having."

"OK," he answered as he retrieved a glass from the cabinet and opened his
freezer for some ice cubes.  He poured OJ over the ice, and then picked up
a bottle of vodka from the counter.

"Mine has vodka..." his voice trailed off.

"Yes, please, I would like some," I said.

He poured in the vodka and handed it to me.  I took the glass to my lips
and sipped. That is one strong drink, I thought to myself.

I stood leaning against the counter, which was even with my butt. As I
gulped down the screwdriver, I thought of how I had an empty stomach.  I
could feel the alcohol quickly enter my bloodstream, making me calm and
relaxed.

I realized that his eyes were roaming all over me, undressing me in is
mind.  It was rather obvious that I wasn't wearing any underwear. Equally
obvious was the bulge in his pants as he visualized me naked.

Gene didn't waste any time. He took a sip from his glass, and then moved in
closer next to me.  He was standing inches from me to my right.

"You got a leaf or something there..." he said as he moved his hand to
brush it off from my read end. Or more likely it was just a pretext for him
to touch my butt.

"Oh, I do?" I said as I turned my butt towards him and lifted it up a
little bit. His hand continued to brush my hip. It was like electricity
going through my body. As he fondled my rear, my young cock awakened and
began to stiffen. I raised my glass to my lips again and drank the rest of
my screwdriver.  He had set his drink down and now had both hands on me,
squeezing and massaging my ass.  I was just standing there, facing away
from him, and breathing heavy.

"You like that?" he asked.

I nodded.

His thumbs went over the top of my shorts and pulled down.  I stepped out
of them. He pulled me in closer against him.  I felt his erection press
though his clothing against my butt.

I turned around, stripped off my t-shirt, kicked off my shoes and socks,
and stood there completely naked for his inspection. I was five feet six
inches tall, and my slender body weighed in at 130 pounds. My young teen
cock was rock hard and pointed directly at him. My balls felt swollen from
arousal. A small triangular patch of soft, short, brown pubic hair adorned
my groin.  Although the rest of my body had already started to develop, and
was in fact toned from my daily cycling and swimming, my pubic hair was the
last sign of adolescence to manifest itself.  It was little more than just
a swath of boyish peach fuzz.

He looked me up and down and gave out a little whistle. Ever since I was 11
years old, I had fantasized about standing nude in front of an older man,
of being fondled by a chickenhawk. These fantasies visited me every night,
and were always guaranteed to get me hot and horny.  By the time I was 13,
I was beating off and reaching orgasm at least twice a day while
visualizing scenes of an older dominant man turning me into his plaything.
Finally this man was making my fantasy come true.  How would I ever show my
gratitude towards him?

He cupped my balls with his left hand and began to gently squeeze and
massage them.  He ran his right hand through my tiny mound of pubic fuzz.

"Ah, let's see what we got here," he said as he continued to inspect my
part-boy, part-man body.

I stood there with my hands at my side getting hotter and hornier as he
continued to molest me.  Everything he did felt amazingly good, as if he
knew just exactly what to do to maximize my pleasure.

"How much time do you have today?" he asked.

"Um," I said, barely able to focus my mind enough to answer.  "Six hours."

"Excellent. Now close your eyes and listen to me closely," he said,
lowering his voice.

I closed my eyes.

"Now just relax and breathe deep and focus on the sound of my voice," he
said.

I relaxed and breathed deep.  Later I learned that he was inducing me into
a hypnotic trance.

"How long ago did you first start to grow pubic hair?" he asked.

"Four months," I said.

"When you are here in my house, you will want to please me very much, and
you will obey my every command," he said. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said.

"You will take great pleasure in obeying my commands. Do you understand?"
he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"You will tell no one about our time together, do you understand?" he
asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?" he asked.

"No," I answered.

"But you want to, don't you," he said.

"Yes," I agreed.

"You want very much to suck my cock, don't you," he said.

"Yes," I answered.

He tightened his fist around the swatch of my pubic hairs and began to pull
his hand away, uprooting some of my pubic fuzz.

"You have too much pubic hair, but we'll fix that later so that you're all
nice and smooth," he said.

I nodded.

"Now follow me, and do exactly what I tell you," he said, taking me by the
hand and leading me to his bedroom where the lights were off and the shades
were drawn. He quickly disrobed and turned towards me.  For the first time
in my life I saw an aroused naked man right before my eyes.  He had a
powerful muscular frame, and clearly he worked out every day. He stood
about six feet tall and must have weighed about 230 pounds.  His short hair
was graying and he was going bald, a fact he didn't attempt to hide. I also
noticed a tattoo of a pair of wings on his left shoulder, which I would
later learn meant that he had served as a paratrooper in the army.

My eyes locked onto his powerful erection, which stared right back at me
from three feet away. His cock was seven to eight inches long, thick, and
uncircumcised.  The head of his cock was bright red, and it glistened from
the copious amount of pre-cum collecting at the very tip. For a moment in
my head I heard Mick Jagger singing that song, "Little Red Rooster."

Gene reached down with his right hand and gripped the base of his cock. He
then stroked the shaft forward, coaxing more of his pre-cum from tip of his
cock. A large bead formed at the tip of his cock.  With his left hand he
motioned me to come to him.

I stepped forward as he milked more pre-cum from his cock onto his index
finger, and then he placed his finger on my lips, which I began to suck as
our eyes locked.

 "Karl, have you ever sucked a cock before?" he asked nonchalantly.

"No," I said.

"OK," he said. "Just drop to your knees, and take the tip of my cock into
your mouth."

Alright, I thought, here's the opportunity I've always wanted, and my
chance to show him how grateful I am for making my dream come true. I
dropped to my knees, and kissed the head of his cock.  I opened my wet
mouth and greedily sucked the head of Gene's engorged cock out of its
sheath, tasting his pre-cum.

I thought to myself "I cannot believe that I am willingly sucking a man's
penis."  So naughty and forbidden, it made me even hornier just thinking
about it.

I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock as I turned on the suction
and pulled his meaty dick deeper into my mouth. I felt his hands on the
back of my neck and looked up into his eyes looking back down at me.  I
moved my mouth up and down his shaft while putting my tongue to work.  The
look on his face was sheer ecstasy.  His cock was huge, and filled my
mouth.  I could take only slightly more than half of it into my mouth
without gagging. I tried to relax my throat, to overcome my gag reflex, so
that I could deep-throat him.

"I hope that I'm doing this right," I thought to myself.  What a silly
thought, I later realized.  Gene was an old man getting his dick sucked by
a cute young teenage boy. He had a strong penchant for teenage boys. Why
else would he risk 20 years in prison for sex with me? As much as gay
activists try to deny it, it's nonetheless true that most gay men would
love to seduce young males just as most heterosexual men would love to
seduce teenage girls.

Gene towered over me, took my head in his hands, and slowly fucked my
mouth.

"Do you like sucking my cock?" he asked.

I stopped sucking long enough to say "yes."

"You like being little cocksucker, don't you," he said.

The moment he called me his cocksucker I became even hornier, if that's
possible. All I could do was nod as he continued to push his cock deeper
down my throat.

I moaned with delight and continued to worship his cock.  This is so good
it's ridiculous, I thought to myself. I absolutely loved performing
fellatio on Gene even though I could fit only half of his cock into my
mouth. I felt like I could do suck this older man's cock for hours on end.

After five minutes or so, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, lay down on
the bed, and parted his legs.

"Come here, lie between my legs, and lick my balls," he ordered.

I lay down between his legs began licking his balls as he stroked his cock
with his right hand. I took his huge balls into my mouth and sucked them
one by one, wanting what was inside them.  I knew that if I pleased him, he
would reach orgasm in my mouth, and would release a stream of into my
mouth.  I wanted to please this man's cock and taste his cum more than
anything else in the world.

"OK, now take my cock into your mouth," he said.  He put the tip of his
cock back into my mouth as our eyes locked. I fluttered my tongue on the
underside of his cock as I massaged his balls with my hands. I pulled back
on his foreskin with my lips.  I remember thinking how I wished that I
still had my foreskin.

"That's it, boy, just like that," he said.

I moaned in delight, and turned up the suction.

His hands held my head and he pumped my mouth.  I could tell he was getting
closer to a climax.  As he got closer, he began to talk dirty to me. He
kept ordering me to suck his cock harder, and he started talking dirty and
calling me pet names.  First he said "that's a good boy, suck your daddy's
cock." Then he said "you're a nice little pet, I'm gonna keep you."  The
more he talked, the nastier he got, the more turned on I became.  All I
wanted to do was worship his cock for hours and please his every desire.

By this point my mouth was getting used to having his big beefy penis
inside it, and I was managing to overcome my gag reflex.  I concentrated on
opening the back of my throat, and slowly taking nearly his entire shaft
into my mouth.

And then he came. He thrust his cock all the way to the back of my throat
and was shooting a river of hot cum directly down my throat.  He just kept
cumming and cumming as I gulped it down. Damn, I thought, how much sperm
does this guy carry around in his balls?

Having discharged its load, eventually his cock began to shrink back to
normal size, but his hands remained locked around the back of my neck as
his sperm continued to dribble and ooze into my hungry young mouth. We lay
there, his cock in my mouth, his hands stroking my face, my mouth still
sucking like a newborn calf at its mama's teat. I wanted every drop of his
semen.

After a few minutes he withdrew his sated cock and released my head. I
crawled up next to him, and put my head on his left shoulder. He put his
left arm around me, and we drifted off to sleep.

***END OF PART TWO***