Date: Thu, 19 Jun 1997 08:40:27 PDT From: Kenneth Visser <reskim@hotmail.com> Subject: adult-youth This is a previously unpublished fictional story. If you don't like m/b stuff, don't read it! Because I Love by Kenneth Visser I didn't usually eat in street cafes, I preferred the quiet intimacy of a restaurant where I could enjoy classical music instead of the roar of cars and the screaming of women who thought they'd be run over. But this one didn't in fact look so bad. The tables were in the shade of a huge maple tree, and the waitresses looked pretty, so I decided to take my lunch there. I gave my order and lit a cigarette. Absent-minded, I reached into my briefcase for the morning newspaper I had read only half-through, and suddenly he was there. He was standing beside me barefoot, twelve, maybe thirteen years old, wearing a torn t-shirt and white shorts that were stained with something that might have been blood as well as mud. He stood quietly, in a matter-of-fact manner really, but somehow I could not ignore him, and he must have been well aware of it. As I couldn't concentrate on my newspaper anyway, I examined him from top to toes, and asked, "OK, what d'you want, kid?" He slid closer to me before he said in a quiet whisper, "If ye could spare ten dollars, mister, I could suck ye off." "You'd do what??" I was so suspsisedd by what the lad had just said that I almost shouted out the question. The boy gestured for me to keep quiet. "Suck, ye know, yer dick." "Here?" He shook his head. "There's a men's room inside." By that time I had drawn my breath. "No, I don't think it's a good idea. I don't want you to do things like that for money." Without a further word he made his way between the tables. "Hey, kiddo, come back!" I cried. "You still can have your ten bucks." With a faint smile on his face, he took the money. "Thanks, mister." "What's your name?" He seemed hesitant. "Jeremy," he said at last. I think it was his real name. He somehow looked like a Jeremy. "OK, Jeremy, do you live near here?" He wanted to go, I could see that. He scratched his ear (which was badly sunbusnt as I now noticed) and said, "Yeah, sometimes." Before I had a chance to think about the meaning of this strange utterance, he was gone. For some reason, I couldn't avoid the cafe after that. When on the fourth day the blond waitress brought my eggs without asking for my order, I had to admit to myself that I was there for the boy. It took another four or five days before I met him. "Hi, Jeremy," I said, not sure he would recognize me. A broad smile on his face indicated that he did. "Hi!" He came over to my table, and from the way he looked at my almost empty plate I could guess he hadn't had a lunch that day. Without an explanation, I gave him a ten-dollar note. "Go and buy yourself something to eat. I must go now, but if you want to, we can have dinner at my place later. I'll pick you up here at six o'clock here - If you want to, of course." Surely enough he was there at six. He was really excited, I could tell. He had on another t-shirt, red this time, and he must have tried to wash his face, though it hadn't been a great success. When we were in my car driving towards my place, I talked to him. "Do you live from ... what you do to men, you know?" "Sometimes." Curiously enough, he wasn't too unwilling to talk about it. "It's not so bad. I quite like it, especially if they have like big dicks, with that foreskin and all." He was merely discussing professional matters. Job and hobby all in one. But hearing this gave me an instant hard-on. "How many ...er ... clients do you serve each day?" To drive your car and conceal your erection at the same time is not so easy. He must have noticed my condition, for another smile appeared on his cute little face. "Five, six, sometimes ten. Some of them come twice when I suck them, and then they usually pay twice the sum." With sixty dollars a day he must have been in a better condition, I thought. So I asked what he did with his money. "I have my mother and sister to support." He said. It didn't seem a topic he liked, so I didn't inquire any further. I had bought some Chinese food on my way home. Plus we had candles on and all. It impressed him a great deal, I could see. After the dinner we sat together on my sofa. He moved very close to me and I gave him a quick hug. "Has anyone ever done to you what you do to all these men?" I asked. "Nope." "Would you like me to?" He looked at me in disbelief. "Would you? Yeah, I guess I'd like that. I jerk off, too, ever since I was eleven. I know a fellow who's fourteen and hasn't pulledhis pecker once. But I can even cum!" He was really proud of himself. I made him stand up, and gently removed his shorts. He wore no undies, and his little (well, not SO very little, afterall) dick was pointing right away from him, semihard. There was a patch of light brown hair above his dick, but his nuts were hairless. I gently pulled back his foreskin, there was a little smegma around his knob, but I really didn't mind. I stroked his tool, back and forth. Next I took him in my mouth, but he pulled out again. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Let's get naked. I wanna see you too," he said. In a minute we were both naked. "Wow, ye gotta big one," he said, taking a good look at my prick. It was indeed harder than ever. But however badly I wanted to get off myself, I still remembered what I had promised to the young fellow. Soon I was on my knees before him, and his little tool found his way to my mouth again. I started sucking in earnest. He moved his hips to meet the movements of my mouth and my tongue. I could feel the musty odor of the cheese on his knob, and it gave me extra excitement. I grabbed his butt-cheeks in my hands and squeezed them tightly. The boy gasped. I sucked him as deep into my throat as I could. Then he started cumming. It wasn't much, but it felt like heaven and tasted like champagne. I held him in my mouth at least another two minutes before letting go. He stood in front of me, his boydick limp and wet, glistening in the candlelight. "It's my turn now," he said. With an effort, I answered, "You don't have to do it, you know..." "But I want to," he said, "Besides, it's not for money this time. It's because I love you!" --------------------------------------------------------- Get Your *Web-Based* Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ---------------------------------------------------------