Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 17:19:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike <closer2god_98@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Daze

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction from the deep recesses of my
brain comments are welcome but flames ignored.

     Blonde hair white as sand and eyes the color of the ocean.  Skinny as
a rail and a tight swimmer's build.  A youthful appearance so flawless and
milky white skin.  A kind face so innocent and trustworthy.  He just wanted
to be loved and adored by those around him.  Was that too much to ask?  He
was very free hearted and a good natured person.  Everyone seemed to take
advantage of him and he couldn't say no to them.  It was in his nature to
be subservent to those around him.  He wasn't brought up to be the kind of
person that fights.  He was always told to use his massive intellect to get
himself out of any situation.

     He liked going for walks in the woods.  Always one for adventure, he
would often go to the woods far away from his house and explore his heart
out.  During the summer was best because he could frolic about with next to
nothing on and work on that marvelous tan of his.  He loved the feel of the
dirt under his feet as he roamed about the forest. Sweat glistening off his
bronze face and trickling down his smooth chest, making its way over his
hairless innie belly button and working its way into his already wet
jockeys.  The extreme heat always had an arousing effect on him.

     His boy dick was above average size for his fourteen years due to the
consistant exercise it received.  Everytime he was out in public tons of
people would ogle him hungrily as if they hadn't ever seen something like
him before.  Older men would usually be the ones that he found himself
being preyed upon by.  Girls and women found him just as equally appetizing
but he secretly fantasized about the men and couldn't understand why.  The
men were more dominant where as the women were more passive and subtle.
All his fourteen year old mind knew was that he was getting his dick sucked
and he loved it.  The guys knew how to please him, the women just teased
him half the time.

     Hormones surged through his veins on a daily basis making it hard for
him to concentrate on important things like pleasing mom, playing
playstation and riding his bicycle.  Despite his overabundance of neuron
activity upstairs he was quite naive to the emotions that rocked his hot
teen body and frankly more scared of how he felt after each encounter.
Every time was different. Sometimes he would feel ashamed, others he would
enjoy it a little bit.  It never made sense to him but he just went on not
ever telling a soul of his escapades.

     Why did the men always say, "I love you" if they weren't his father?
How could a man "love" another man like that?  That wasn't how things were
"suppost" to be.  He loved his mom dearly.  His dad was always on his case
telling him how to act and behave.  He resinted him for being so harsh all
the time.  "Daddy is suppost to love me not make me mad," he would always
say to himself.  Half the time he would cry himself to sleep feeling
mentally drained from listening to his dad harp on him.  He always found
comfort in his mom and she took his side everytime and was quick to defend
her oversensitive son.

     As he lay there in bed thinking about the events of the day he looked
down and noticed his brief clad boner had raised the sheets.  He thought to
himself, "Man, this thing has a mind of its own!"  The exact cause of his
tent was still under investigation deep within the corners of his mind.
Although he was sure it had something to do with his last adventure before
coming home.

     He was in the woods rummaging about as usual, but unbeknownst to him
he was being spied from a distance by someone.  He had been riding his new
bicycle that he got for his birthday, stumbled upon a lake and decided to
have a swim.  He stripped down to his jockeys and dove into the cool water,
sending shivers all up his spine.  The cool water felt wonderful against
his burning skin.

     As he emerged from the water, he noticed a man wearing only swim
trunks sitting on the ground.  His body was dripping wet and his hair was
matted against his forehead.  It always turned a darker color when it was
wet.  His briefs were almost transparent as they clung to him tightly. The
man stared at him openly.

     "I don't think I've ever seen you here before," the man's voice boomed
deeply.  The boy nodded his head in acknowledgement.  "Don't speak much do
ya?"  More silence.  As he headed towards his bike and clothes he felt the
weight of the man's stare on him again, this time much more intense as if
he was trying to burn a hole through him.  A roller coaster of emotions
were within him. He was scared, unprotected, nervous and nausea all at
once.  However, he couldn't help but be a bit excited as well.  As with
previous encounters he felt his boner growing and he adjusted himself
accordingly.

     He was putting on his shorts when the man's voice became prevelent
again.  It nearly scared the living day lights out of him coz he didnt
expect the man to be so close to him.  "What's a fine boy like you doing
all alone out here?"  Finally the boy decided to speak.  "I was hot and
thought a swim would cool me down."  "I'll say you're hot," the man said
sarcastically.  The boy felt his face flush and his boner reacted as well
making one of those famous tents.  As he turned around to put his socks on
the man took note of his arousal instantly.  "So you like it when men talk
to you dirty, huh?"  The boy shot back, "Only when certain ones do it."
The man's eyes turned a deep color, his face scrunched up and his upper lip
became tight.  "You're a regular comedian."  The boy was now dressed and
ready to go.  "I try," he said with a smirk.

     The man got closer to the boy and stopped to take in the boy's aura.
He could feel the heat radiating.  He placed his hand on the boy's package
and gave it a firm squeeze.  "Just as I thought, you liked it didn't you?"
"You dirty little boy."  His body was shaking now and he mustered a grunt
out of his throat.  "What are you doing?"  "Shut up and enjoy it," the man
barked at him.  "I'll teach you to respect your elders."  With that
statement just barely out of his mouth he struck the boy across the face
with his open hand.  The sheer force knocked the boy down on top of his
bike.  "I guess this is as good as place as any," the man thought as he
pawed the blonde adonis in front of him.

     The boy came two and felt a sharp pain in his back, looked over and
realized that his bike pedal was digging deep into him.  More pain came
along and he looked down to see himself without any clothes on!  He
surveyed the area looking for them and then realized that the man was
holding his jockeys to his nose and smelling them.  "Why does this always
happen to me?" he thought.  "Why is that man smelling my underwear?"  He
heard the man groaning and grunting and saw that the man was furiously
beating his meat.  The man saw that the boy was awake now and spread the
boy's legs far apart.  He stuck a finger up the boys ass causing him to
scream.  The man shoved the boy's jockeys far into his mouth to stiffle
him.  More fingers penetrated his hole as he was being opened up more.

     The man lowered his swim trunks and moved his engorged prick into
position and started feeding the head right into the boy's tight ass.  The
boy squirmed about, hollering out and was eventually crying.  The man kept
up his assault, finally getting the length of his prick inside his hole.
"If you push out like yer gonna take a shit it'll make it easier on you,"
the man said through clenched breaths.  "Breath, boy breath!"  He gave up
already on trying to fight the man so he did as he was told.  Soon enough
the pain went away and he started to actually feel good.  The man was
moving fast now, his balls slapping against the boy's skin hard.  The man
let out a roar as he pulled out of the boy and ejected his manly seed all
over the boy's hair, face and torso.  The man collapsed forward onto the
boy crushing him against the bike.

     The man picked himself up off the boy and saw him pointing north like
a compass.  "Little fucker liked it!" he thought to himself.  He reached
over and took the boy's undies outta his mouth coz he wanted to hear him
writhe.  The boy choked, coughed and gasped for air as he was clear to
breath now.  His voice raspy and throaty he said, "Please mister, it
hurts."  The man wrapped his hand around the boy's stiffie and started
stroking.  After a few he stuck it in his mouth.  The boy was squirming
again and moaning like there was no tomorrow.  The man would massage his
prostate while sucking him, adding to this torture.  Everytime he felt the
boy getting close, he would squeeze the boy's dick tight or grab his balls.
This kind of sadism kept up for about thirty minutes before the boy, crying
again, pleaded with the man to let him cum.

     "Please, mister!  Please!"  "I can't take anymore please let me go."
The man felt a rush of power and really started working on the head of the
young boy's dick.  He stuck three fingers up his ass this time really
playing and massaging the upper area of his sac and when he came close the
man pushed in those three fingers with all his might and watched the boy
arch high up in the air. The boy's dick came outta his mouth and he watched
as jet after jet, after jet, after jet of boy juice spurted outta him.  The
boy came for a solid minute!

     His hips came back to rest on the bike and he passed out from sensory
overload.  The man knew this was his get away opportunity, but not first
without a kiss.  The man licked the boy from navel to nose collecting alot
of that precious boyseed and then stuck his tongue inside the boy's mouth
for a dabble and then kissed him on the lips.  He pulled up his swim trunks
and off the man went into the distance.

     A few minutes later the boy awoke in pain everywhere.  He rolled off
the bike and could still feel the pedal making its mark into this back. He
hurt all over and was sore as a dickens.  He sat there in a daze trying to
remember what happened and then became somewhat coherent after about five
minutes and attempted to stand up.  His equilibrium shot off balance and he
fell right back down, feeling dizzy.  He gave it one more effort to stand
on his own two feet and this time it worked.  "Why does my ass hurt so
much?" He put his hand up under there and felt the remains of something
sticky still leaking and something dried up in there.  "Oh my gosh the
time!  I've got to get home before mom worries."  He would just have to
sort through this later.

     He eventually got dressed finding his clothes strewn about.  He could
barely sit down on the bike his ass hurt so incredibly fierceful.  Out of
nowhere the boy just started crying.  This continued for a bit and then he
got control of himself and wiped his face with his shirt.  He started to
pedal off towards home, each stroke of the way home hurt like hell but he
kept going.