Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2003 06:14:58 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Confessions of a Cock Lover

   When did it begin? Well, it was just over 3 years ago, I'd just turned
16, I'd left school and was looking for a job to tide me over through the
summer, until I started my I.T. course at Technical College in September.
I was very good with computers. I suppose I was a bit of a nerd, 5ft 6,
slim, with specs. I wasn't unpopular at school, but had no real close
friends. Most of my spare time was spent on my P.C. When I wasn't wanking
that is.
    I'd had my first wet dream about a year ago and now my cock seemed
permanently hard and I couldn't keep my hands off it! I usually
fantasised about young sportsmen or footballers when tossing off. My dick
was 6 inches stiff, and it gets very stiff, pointing straight at my face.
It's not very thick either, I have average balls in a tight sac, my
foreskin is long and covers my knob even when I'm hard. The only pubic
hair I'd got was a little tuft above my dick. Although my equipment's on
the small side I've since found out that I fetch about 3 times more cum
than most lads my age. I'd started to taste my cum about a month ago, and
I loved it, eating as much of it as I could. When wanking lying down I'd
hold my other hand in front of my knob and  let the spunk hit it so that
it was easier to collect and transfer to my mouth, otherwise it'd shoot
everywhere, usually the first few shots would go over my head! I tossed
it off at least 3 times a day. I'd never done anything with any of my
school mates, and I hadn't learned how to get around the AVS restrictions
on porn sites, but as I said, I'd got a vivid imagination.
   Mom and Dad had divorced 4 years ago, she'd gone to live in America
with her new bloke. Dad had a good job, but badly paid, so he worked long
hours, consequently I was fairly self sufficient, spending a lot of time
on my own.  Anyway he found an ad in the local paper, a Mr. Riley wanted
his Office computer looking at, problems with transferring data, and the
possibility of further work to come. I rang the number on Monday morning,
and got an answer machine, so I left my name and number and a brief
description of my expertise. Two minutes later the phone rang, it was Mr.
Riley, he asked how old I was and what I charged. I told him I was 16,
but good with computers, and I'd ask  $10:00 for looking at it and a
further $10:00 if I fixed it. He said O.K., gave me a local address,
telling me access to his office was via the Video Rental shop beneath his
office, and asked how long it would take me to get there. I told him 15
minutes, I'd ride over on my bike. As it was a warm day I put on white
socks, trainers, a pair of baggy red shorts, the sort with that internal
loose, aertex effect underwear, and a white baggy T-shirt.
   When I arrived I went in the shop and told the lad behind the counter
I was here to see Mr Riley, and where could I put my bike. He told me to
go through a door at the back of the shop, and leave my bike in the
passage, Mr Riley's office was at the top of the stairs. He was a good
looking half caste lad, about 20, 6ft with a good body, and shaved hair;
while we were talking another lad came behind the counter, he was very
attractive, almost pretty, he had long blond hair, blue eyes and was
slim, probably 5ft 10. When I pushed my bike through they looked  me up
and down and smiled at each other. I could feel them watching my back as
I went through the door.
   At the top of the stairs was another door, I knocked and a high voice
told me to come in. The room was amazing, there were full length mirrors
everywhere, three settees were arranged round a massive flat screen TV,
with DVD and VCR, at the far end was a massive bed surrounded by lights
and a couple of digital cameras on tripods. The whole room was covered in
a thick white carpet. By the door was a large desk with a PC and all the
hardware you could imagine.
   "Come in Justin, come in, I'm Mr Riley, glad to see you keep good
time. Would you remove your trainers please, this carpet's a bugger to
keep clean. As you can see my office is also a photographic studio." He
was my height, quite plump and balding. His handshake was a surprise,
very firm, but his skin felt soft like a woman's. He was dressed in a
baggy grey track suit. As I removed my trainers he told me the problem
and pointed me to a long stool in front of the PC, he'd had an upgrade
and couldn't access data put onto hard disc with the old programme.
"$20:00 wasn't it?"
"Yes, if I can fix it Mr Riley."
"I'm sure you will. And you might earn a little more if you like. Not
pressed for time are you?"
he asked handing me a $20:00 note.
"No sir" I stammered,  taking the money, a bit confused by it all.
I sat down, he came and sat next to me on my left, handing me a disc. I
felt uncomfortable as his thigh rubbed mine, so I tried to concentrate on
the problem. I got him access in a few minutes.
   "Good boy, good boy" he said patting my leg, and rubbing his hand up
and down onto my bare flesh, "now let's open up some files and see if
everything's OK." I was REALLY uncomfortable now, and horror of horrors I
could feel my cock stiffening! Mr Riley removed his hand and manoeuvred
the mouse. A picture came up on screen and I gulped, it was the half
caste lad from downstairs, he was stood naked and Mr Riley was on his
knees sucking his dick! Another click and there was the blond in the same
position! He clicked again the two lads were 69ing! Another click and
blondie was on his knees sucking Mr Riley! Another click and it was the
half caste doing the same! I froze, my palms went damp and  my heartbeat
quickened, my dick had a life of its own and I felt it stiffen in my
shorts. I sensed Mr Riley watching me, felt his eyes move to my lap.
Glancing down I saw that my hard on was obvious in my baggy shorts and I
went red as my precum started forming a large dark spot.
   "Tch, tch," Mr Riley scolded, "you've made a mess of your shorts.
We'll have to get them cleaned, you can't go home like that. Stand up."
Mesmerised I stood, my knees shaking, Mr Riley pulled my waistband out
and eased my shorts down. I automatically stepped out of them. "Better
take the T-shirt off too, in case you stain that. Lift your arms." I did
as I was told and he pulled my T-shirt over my head. I could see myself
in the mirrors, naked but for my white socks, with my dick standing
proudly to attention, and my face bright red. I saw a large pearl of
precum ooze out of my foreskin. Mr Riley knelt in front of me, I
shuddered as he took my dick in his hand and eased my foreskin back. I
gasped as he lapped up my precum. The sensation was incredible, the first
time anybody else had touched my dick, let alone lick it! "Right young
man, lets see what else your gorgeous little cock's going to feed me." He
stood, took my hand, and lead me docilely towards the bed.