Date: Mon, 22 Nov 2004 12:29:43 -0800 (PST)
From: eastborderboy@yahoo.com
Subject: Dream or Reality

Never thought i would give in to it. I mean i always knew i was a boylover,
but never ever had i acted upon it. But this morning... just a day after my
34th birthday, my new binoculars saw the most stunning young boy, riding up
and down the street on his bike. Going nowhere it seems, a bit annoyed
perhaps. He was dressed like most youngsters are. On this hot humid
summerday he wore nothing but a pair of baggy trousers, no socks, no shirt,
just some flip-flops and a cap on his head, turned backwards, of course. I
guessed him to be no more then 15 years old, maybe even younger. He was a
blonde, with a smooth tight body. Zooming in on his upper-torso i saw his
little perky nipples, begging to be touched and sucked. Further down his
body his little flat belly was accentuated with a nice inny-bellybutton. No
hair to be seen, just a healthy young boybody, a bit tinted by the hot
summersun.

Coincidence or not, but during his umpteenth journey up and down the road,
he suddenly looked my way. Had he seen me? Naa, he couldn't... could he?
But then he stopped riding his bike. He kept looking upwards to my
apartment. It was as if he was staring directly at me. Damn, he was! This
beautiful creature looked me right in the eyes... the eyes of my
binoculars. He smiled... he had caught me perving at him! And apparently he
was amused. He kept smiling his beautiful smile. His perfect white teeth
shimmered in the sun. What was it that he didn't continue his bicycleride?
I mean, what would a young boy like him want to have to do with a much
older bloke. I was more then twice his age and yet he didn't seem to
mind. Then i saw him waving. The little basterd was trying to get my
attention. As if he needed to! Glancing around him he saw that no other
person was near and then he turns around, bends over and i'll be damned,
just moons me! This horny rascal is publically mooning me. He surely knows
what impact his body has on me, and he is taking advantage of it.

The mooning lasts just a couple of seconds, but it's enough to push my
bloodpressure to ultimate hights. My engorged dick is straining in my tight
pants and unbeknownst i'm kneading my man-pole, dreaming of having this
young boy in my arms. But that, i'm sure, will never ever happen. Or will
it? I see the youngster still looking my way. He's trying to make something
clear. I don't understand what he means... He wants to come up? He wants me
to open the door so he can go inside.. that's what i can figure out so far.
Well why not, he for sure does know now that i'm gay, that i'm a boylover
and yes that i'm horny for him. So i walk to the elevator and push the
down-button. Seconds pass by and when ultimately the elevator has gotten
back to the sixth floor, my floor, the doors open and there he fuckin' is!

Like it's the most common thing to do... he walks past me and goes into my
apartment. I'm flabbergasted... this young boy, this beautiful boy, this
ultimate dreamboy has gone into my appartment, without saying anything! And
where am I? I'm standing.... in the hallway, thinking about what to do.
Well, in for a penny...

As i walk inside my own apartment, i see the boy sitting on my couch. Well
he isn't really sitting. It's more like lying casually across the couch.
And his smile hasn't left his beautiful face. "Hi" he says, "I'm Richard, I
live just around the corner. My mom and I just recently moved in this place
and I'm bored as hell, so when i saw you looking at me, i thought wow maybe
i can make a new friend today". It's like i'm a statue. I can't say a
single word... i'm completely under his spell. This boy chats with me like
we are old time friends. And i, i'm speechless. "What is it", he says. "Why
don't you come and sit with me?"

Sit with him? And then what? I anxiously walk his way and take a sit on the
other side of the couch. I don't want him to think that he's not safe with
me. But he probably isn't scared, because right after i sat down... he
scoots over and comes to sit right near me, body to body. "Why don't you
drape an arm around me?" he says. "I'd like to get cuddled. I'm missing
that. Back in my old town, my friend always cuddled me". The first words i
can say to him is: "Old friend? How old was he? And how did you get to know
him?". "By the way, I'm Frank and I live here". The minute i said that, i
knew how stupid that must sound. Of course i lived here, what a horrible
bloody thing to say! The kid now surely must think i'm stupid or something.

Fortunately Richard didn't respond to my stupid statement. He just answered
my questions. "He's called Peter, and he's 42, he's more or a less my
uncle, but then not. I mean, he lived right next door and he has looked
after me since i was a toddler." Now i got the picture. This Peter was a
pederast, just like me, but he had had the advantage of babysitting this
beautiful child, merely since the day he was born. Peter is a lucky
bastard, i thought. "Peter used to cuddle me and i was always sitting in
his lap. Can i sit in yours?", Richard asked. Before I could even answer,
the kid jumped up and landed, sitting across my lap, facing me. I forgot to
react. I just folded my hands behind his back, trying to steady him and
preventing him to fall off. We looked in eachothers eyes and slowly but
surely has face neared mine. It must have been seconds, but it seemed like
hours to me. His face, his nose but especially his lips came closer and
closer. And finally his sweet tasting lips met mine and his mouth opened
slightly, releasing his invading tongue and before i knew we were making
out, like we were long lost lovers.

The ultimate erotic moment lasted long, thank God! We snogged and slobbered
all over. Suddenly one of his hands felt my chest, my right nipple... it
was hard, of course. Slowly but steadily his hand moved south, crawling
lower and lower until it reached my crotch. We were still looking at
eachother, up close as possible. The moment his hand felt my mansized dick,
his eyes got wider and his face cheered up. He quit our french kiss and
smiled, saying "damn Frank, that's one hell of a cock!". I couldn't do
anything but laugh, and all the remaining tensions left by body. My hands
moved down his spine and reached his delicious boybutt. I felt the soft but
also hard buttocks straining in his cutoffs. His pants were tight, so it
wasn't hard to imagine what his butt looked like naked. But i didn't want
to imagine now he was like putty in my hands. I rolled him over... his body
sideways over the coach. He was lying on his belly now and I all but tore
his pants off him. Like a starving animal I dove forwards, right between
his beautifull buns. I pried his mellonshaped buttocks apart and started
rimming his fucking delicious tight boyass. The little sphincter was rose
and tiny but I managed to get my tongue up his smooth anal passage. Richard
yelled and moaned like he was roasted like a pig, but by the way he crawled
on the couch, i knew he loved being tonguefucked.

I rimmed his butt for many minutes stroking his beautiful back and feeling
his legs, which were also devoid of any hair. Suddenly he turned around and
asked, no demanded: "Suck my dick Frank.... come on don't wait any
longer... I need to cum so bad... my balls ar full of young boycum, please
release my pent-up load!" Just because I knew the boy didn't take no for an
answer I started sucking his magnificent hard boycock. It was maybe 6
inches long, not super thick, but beautifully shaped. The head was wet from
all the precum and that was the first thing i tasted when I cleaned his
cockhead. It was tasty, not salt, more sweet, like boycum. I tried to suck
his whole dick down my throat. Not that I had to try very hard, because
Richard just jammed his dick inside my mouth. He wasn't giving me an easy
time breathing. But then again, I LOVED IT! To be worshipping such an
astonishing beautiful young prick, is every boylovers dream. And this day
my dream was made reality.

Too be continued?

Please let me hear what you think of this, my first, try to write gayporn.
You can reach me by mail: eastborderboy@yahoo.com
And yes, English is not my native tongue, so please be gentle... tnx.