Dustin

    I was a cab driver in the mid 80's and it gave me a lot of
oppertunity to be a lot of different places in a large metropolitan
city. Cab driving isn't hard, and you are basically your own boss as
you travel the trails of the town in your iron steed like the cowboys
of old. When you drive a cab you are part psychologist, banker, and
general sage of wisdoms that you pick up from passengers that come and
go in what seems like brief microseconds in time. I liked the freedom
it gave me and the fact you could enjoy checking out the town and
actually getting paid for it. Like most cab drivers you have
particular places you haunt on a regular places, bars that have people
who go more than 2 blocks, the bus and train station where people will
pay anything to get where there going and tip well in case they look
like an out of town cheapskate, and cheap gas station and donut shops,
the places where you find the cowboys of the road hanging out and
telling one tall story after another about "that fare".

    I had one donut shop I frequented a lot which had a lot of the
table game machines such as asteroids and Miss Packman which I had
become relatively good at. It was on a main street with very expersive
houses on one side and almost public housing on the other, so it got a
lot of kids from different family situations playing the machines with
earned quarters. It is a funny thing about kids from different
backgrounds. Where the parents from the rich side of the street may
offer a polite hello to people on th other side, and peole from the
other side may respond or simple ignore the action, the kids had no
such class boundaries and would congregate together in the shop at
lunch break and after school trying to be the best at packman. I found
the children from both sides were interesting , but a few stood out
and these are the ones I would usually stick in a quarter for now and
again and play doubles with them.


    I lived alone and had enjoyed the company of boys since I was 15
and still do today , although I have slowed down a lot due to age and
need for more sleep. I feel I always loved the boys I was with and was
choosy about who I would share my time with, being especially turned
on by blondes, redheads and freckles around 11-14. I would usually
introduce them to their first sexual experiences and would have it
last until at least their late teens. I made it a point never to
photograph them for I felt it would not be right for them to grow up
fearing there may be photographs of them floating around which someone
might choose to exploit them with. I would usually just hug, cuddle,
kiss and have oral sex with them on a regular basis. I would never
force them to do anything they did not want to and I never had anal
intercourse with any of them for I could not hurt someone that way
even if I wanted to. I had it done to me when I was a child and I did
not enjoy it.


    When I first saw Dustin he was sitting at Miss Packman and he was
playing a pretty intense game. He had brown hair and dark freckles
accross his nose with a raggety whit t-shirt and very short white
shorts. I sat across from him but he chose to ignore me and continued
to play intensly as before for 2 more games when he bolted up and out
the door. I thought maybe I had come on to strong sitting down at the
machine and I thought in my mind "rats"...what a loss. Another week
went by with me going there every day between fares and one afternoon
at lunch he came in wearing a school uniform. He was 13 and had just
started grade nine. He sat at another table and watched my feeble
efforts not to get eaten when he came over and showed me how to sit in
the corner with pacman and watch how the nibblers would go around the
square without atacking you. He then showed me that some nibblers were
cowards and if you went after them they would run away from you. I
thanked him and put in 4 more quarters and invited him to play doubles
with me which he sat right down and did.


    The conversation was loose talk at first and then he told me he
lived in the area in a flat with his divorced mom and younger sister.
As the time was getting on he asked if I could drive him back to
school which I did in a minute. He had a very coy smile and a funny
way of giggling when he talked about the other kids who hung around
the donut shop. For several weeks after I would see him after school
and we would play there and sometimes I would take him downtown to lay
in the big arcades where the pinball machines were. I was always
careful about rushing into relationships and this was no different.
Also, unless I felt a boy was emotionally or mentally unstable or
might easily get sexually hung up I would not do anything else than be
a friend. I have found that some boys can enter a relationship and bbe
quite happy and later on in life marry, have kids of their own and not
feel guilty about what happened for they were quite happy for the
experience. Dustin was no different and he bacame a very close friend.


    He was always looking for ways to make money and I tried to find
things he could do on weekends. One job I got him was painting a back
porch of a friends house. He went right to it and did a great job
although his face afterwards looked funny with white pain specks and
freckles. I brought him out some coke and fruit and sat down in a
lounge chair and he came over and sat deep into my lap. I was sure he
could feel the lump in my pants but he did not say anything about it.
I praised him for the fine job he did and kissed him gently on the
back of his head, He turned his head and put his nose on mine and gave
an eskimo type of rum back in approval. He then lay back and put his
head on my chest and I put my hands toward his thighs and pulled my
hands back to his tummy feeling the little bulge on the way by. He did
not seem to move or react so I started to rub his belly gently all the
time getting harder by the minute. He just sat there and let me stroke
him gently and talk quietly.


    After about 20 minutes of this he then asked about the pool I had
back at the house where I lived and if we could go there for a swim. I
exploded inside with anticipation and remembered that the landlord and
his wife would not be home till at lease 7:00 PM and I always could
use the pool, so I said do you want to go to your place and get your
swimming trunks. When we got to his house I met his mom and she sort
of eyed me with a little concern but thanked me for taking the time
with her son for she described her ex as being a bit of a bastard when
it came to Dustin. When we got home Dustin was already in his trunks
and just had to take off his t-shirt and running shoes and run out and
open the gate and get in the pool. I changed like lightning and stood
on the side of the deck and watched him swim around. He giggled when
he splashed water on me to encourage me to get in and spashed more as
i slowly entered the water. At one moment he began to splash again and
I leaped forward and put my hands around his shoulders and pulled him
along with me which made him laugh out loud. We spashed around for
about half an hour with him swimming between my legs and me balancing
him on my shoulders and letting him dive in. At one point I moved to
the corner of the pool where we had a jacuzzi hooked up and I sat in
there. Dustin swam over and lay on top of me and enjoyed the warm
water filling up our trunks. I massaged his tummy letting my fingers
run under the top of the trunks as he described all the things he
would like to do to make money. As he started to say he would do
"anything" for money I got bolder and started to push my fingers under
his trunks toward his penis he was saying "yes, I think I should do
anything for money" as my fingers started to wrap around the top of
his penis , when he burst out and said... "EXCEPT THAT!!!"....My heart
froze and i pulled my fingers back out and he spun around, looked in
my eyes and said.."that you can do for free"


    I collected my heart and realized I had almost done a number 2 in
the pool, when he pushed my hands back into his trunks and let me feel
the beauty of his boyhood. It was uncircumcized and about an inch
around and 4-6 inches long. He was just starting pubic hair and it was
as hard as a rock. He then suggested we go inside where we could be a
little bit more private and I complied. Dustin was a little different
than others I had known for most boys will jump into bed with you
right away but he would insist we shower before we did anything. We of
course showered together and since his mom was a hairdresser he had me
sit down in the tub for I was over 6 feet tall and he was barely 5
foot 1 , so I complied and as he was putting the soap in my hair I
took the opportunity to take his penis into my mouth. It only took 2
minutes of tongueing his tip until he shot a load into my mouth. He
grabbed the back of my head and pushed a little and then sort of
staggered back into the tub with this great look of satsfaction on his
face. HE kneeled down and took mine into his mouth and sort of cuppped
my balls into his hands and started the same thing on me but looked up
asked that I tell him before I shoot. I gave him the warning and as he
pulled up I shot like a geyser at Yosemite and suprised myself as to
how far it went up. He took a bit off his stomach and tasted it with
his tongue and asked why it was salty, when I tild him that it was
like blood with a saline solution in most of your body. He then leaned
forward and gave me a very talented french kiss like an expert while
pressing his body up against my still hard erection and moving oh so
gently. We then towled off and headed toward the bedroom........