Date: Sat, 08 Jan 2005 23:54:09 -0500
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converting Cute Teen

This is a quickie story which has no basis in reality. It's just fiction.
Something to fill your mind and your pants. Don't take this as something to
try. And don't read if you are not over 21. Tell me if you enjoy the story.

I'd just moved in to the neighborhood after a bad breakup. Due to society's
stereotypes, no one imagined that this tall, blonde, well-built high school
football hero had his legs on the headboard every other night. But I had
cleaned up my act since I moved to the 'burbs, since there weren't exactly a
lot of gay ghettoes nearby. The wildest I got was a few theological debates
at dinner parties.

Imagine my surprise when my doorbell rang one day and on the other end was
my fundamentalist neighbors' fire-and-brimstone teenage son, Chuck. Well his
family called him Charles. He preferred Chuck. I preferred jail-bait. Damn
he was only 15 but he wore those school uniforms so teasingly, the jacket
tied around his waist like a belt, the shirt sleeves rolled up to showcase
his formidable biceps. I chose to open the door wearing only my small towel
(I was on my way to the shower) and hoping he'd get a good shock. His dark
eyes shone under that dark buzzcut.

"Uh-uh...I wanted to talk to you about...Jesus!"

I guess he saw my woody winking at him from the bottom of the towel.

"Are you asking or telling me? I know about Jesus, believe me."

I wondered if this was all a trap set up by some kind of backwoods bubba
sheriff. I was about to tell him to leave when I saw how muscled his rump
was in those snug slacks.

"I--I just wanted to talk to you about the Lord, and how distraught He is at
your unbelieving."

Oh.

"Is this about my being an athiest?"

Chuck nodded, swallowing hard. His Adam's Apple alone drove me wild. He was
also ogling my crotch, apparently not even realizing how blatant he was.

"I'm willing to talk, kid, but is that what you're really here for?"

He just stood there, so I helped make up his mind. I took off my towel,
wrapped it around his neck, and pulled him forward so we could kiss. Our
kiss was gentle and sweet, as were my hands as they stripped his smooth body
bare. His shirt, licking down his swanlike neck, stopping to suckle his
quarter-sized nipples, biting his deep navel, inhaling his smelly teen
pubes, and finally swallowing his swollen 6 inches whole.

Before he could object I carried him to my bedroom and taught him a whole
new way to make joyful noise. And my new bedroom got it's first pair of legs
to christen the headboard.

The funny thing was how eager he was. Turns out he was sent to my place as a
little slut/tease for a reason...a reason I'll tell you another time if
you're interested.