Date: Fri, 7 Aug 2009 11:40:35 -0400
From: mike loggerman <chatterman36@gmail.com>
Subject: Finding a Twink

NOTE:  This is a work of fiction and is not based on anyone, living or dead
nor on real events.  The story is the product of the imagination of the
author.


I was 35, living in a run down apartment complex, and made friends with most
of the neighbors.  Everyone did favors for each other, and shared food at
times, so being a single guy, I used to hang out with the neighbors often,
since they usually offered to feed me.  I started hanging out with one
family, where the husband was disabled, and drunk most of the time, and the
wife was either taking courses or working.  They had a 14 year old son, Jon,
with very light blond hair who was going to school, but not a very good
student.  I helped with his homework from time to time, but he was more
interested in nascar and wrestling than school.  I noticed that his voice
had begun to deepen, and he started to need deodorant.  One day when I came
over to help him study, I brought him some deodorant and told him to use
it.  He laughed, but took it and rolled it on his hairless armpits.  He was
pretty casual, and walked around the house in his boxers without a shirt
most of the time.  I loved looking at his smooth body even if he was a
little chunky. I sat pretty close to him, and  wished I could pull him
against me and just feel him all over, but I didn't touch him.  I had heard
some of the guys in the complex say they thought Jon was gay because he had
grabbed their asses or felt their chests at the pool.

One morning I was there for coffee, just chatting with his mother, and he
walked out of the bedroom with a huge tent in his boxers.  I guessed he was
about seven inches, but he seemed oblivious to everything.  I wanted to yank
down his shorts and suck him right there, but I didn't want any trouble.  I
just looked at that huge bulge out the corner of my eye.

A few days later, I went over for my morning coffee, and was told my
friend's mother was in intensive care in another state, and they were
getting ready to travel.  Jon really didn't want to go, and was putting up a
fuss.  His parents said they were going to be away at least a week, and it
was too long to leave him by himself.  I volunteered that even though I only
have a studio apartment, Jon was welcome to stay with me until they got
back.  They hesitated at first because of the imposition, but I said it was
payback for all the meals they cooked me.  Jon said he would much rather
stay with me than go on the trip, so they gave in and in a couple of hours,
they left Jon, with a suitcase in hand, at my door.  Jon said he didn't
realize how small my place was, but it was cool.  I told him to make himself
at home, so he planted himself in front of the TV with some snacks, and
stripped down to his boxers as usual.  I decided to do the same, and
stripped to my boxers too, then lay down on the sofa bed and watched Jon
watch TV.

 As I lay there, Jon said I was much hairier than his dad was. I asked if
that was bad, and he said no, he just wasn't use to seeing a guy as hairy as
me around.  I told him every one's body is different, and its all OK. I said
some guys are hairy and others aren't, and other guys have big cocks, and
other ones had smaller ones.   I asked if he had seen guys who were hairy
like me before, and he said not really.  I said he was welcome to check me
out if he was curious about it.  He gave me a look like he really wanted to,
but was afraid.  I just said, "its OK, its natural to want to check out
someone else's body."  He asked if it was really OK, and I said yes, as long
as we kept it our secret.  I lay on my back with my hands behind my head.
Jon lay down next to me, and I could feel his smooth body against my hairy
one.  He spent a long time on my armpit hair, chest, and stomach before
checking out my legs.  He started to work on my thighs, and after a while, I
felt him sliding his hands up my boxer legs. I said it was time to go to
sleep, and I turned out the lights.

I started to make regular breathing noise  like I was sleeping.  I heard Jon
whisper my name but I didn't say anything, so he would think I was
sleeping.  A couple of minutes later, I felt him slide his hand under my
waistband, just getting to my pubes. I felt his hand entering the fly in my
boxers, and he wrapped his hand around my soft cock.  I started to get hard,
and felt him pull my cock through my fly and started stroking me.  It felt
really good so I kept letting him think I was sleeping.  He stroked me with
long slow strokes, not wanting to wake me up.   I felt him tugging at my
boxers, pulling them down to my knees. I felt his hands in my pubes and on
my balls and tugging on my cock. Feeling his hands on my balls while he
stroked me was more than I could handle, and I shot my load on my stomach.
I heard him whisper, "Whoa" and then I felt him licking my cum off my
stomach.  I'm sure he got all of it.  Then I felt him gingerly pulling my
boxers up.  After a while, I heard his breathing pattern change to a slow,
rhythmical sleeping pattern.   I reached over to him and felt his hard cock
through his boxers.  I gently pulled them down and felt his young pube patch
and his big balls.  He moaned as I felt him, enjoying the feel and smell of
his young crotch.  His cock was about seven inches, not very thick yet, but
he had a nice girth.  His cock was bigger than I thought it would be, and I
leaned in and started licking his head, tasting dried cum and piss.  I took
him in my mouth and started moving up his young long shaft as I played with
his pube patch and smooth balls.  He started to throb and shot his load in
my mouth.  His cum was sweet and plenteous. I swallowed his load, and pulled
his boxers up.  As I lay there,  I got hard again thinking how incredibly
hot that was, and wondered if it really happened, or if I just dreamed it.
A moment later, I heard Jon say, "that was hot."  I turned on the light, and
saw he was lying there with a big smile on his face and another tent in his
boxers.  I started laughing, and he did too.  I said, "so you do like cock,"
and he said he did, and was glad I liked his too.  I told him he was
delicious.  He slid off his boxers and said I could have it whenever I
wanted it.  I reached over and gently felt his hard cock and stroked it.  He
pulled down my boxers and stroked me too.

As he stroked my five inch cock, he was surprised that he was significantly
longer than me, but liked that I was thicker and hairier.  I asked if he had
ever tasted any one's cum before, and he said just his own, but he liked
mine.  He said he never touched another guy's cock before because he was
afraid what people would say.  I told him I wanted to feel and taste his
too, and we could keep doing it but it had to be our secret.  He agreed.  We
turned around into a 69 position, and lay on our sides, stroking each
other.  He wrapped his hand around my hard cock and stroked me faster and
faster.  It felt incredible.  I stroked him slowly, and then took his cock
in my mouth and sucked him deep throat down to his pubes.  As I breathed in
his adolescent musky scent, I was intoxicated and thought I would pass out.
I had him stand up in front of me at the edge of the bed, as I ran my hands
along his legs, stomach and ass  as I sucked his throbbing cock.  He moaned
over and over as I brought him closer and closer to the biggest orgasm he
ever had.  He started thrusting hard in and out of my mouth, and I felt his
long cock throbbing.  I pulled my mouth back on his cock and caught the full
load of his cum in my mouth.  He watched me as his cock pumped load after
load of cum in my mouth, and watched again as I savored it, and then
swallowed it all.  He lay back exhausted, and said that was hot.  He started
stroking me and said he wanted to taste my cum again.  I moaned as he
stroked me and told him how good his hand felt on my cock.   He stroked me
harder and faster, and as I was ready to shoot, he opened his mouth in front
of my cock and I shot my load in his mouth.  He swallowed and said it wasn't
bad.  We lay next to each other for a while and asked if I liked sucking his
cock.  I told him I did, and asked if he minded me sucking him.  He said he
liked it and that I could suck his cock whenever I wanted.  I told him we
could do anything he wanted to try anytime he wanted.

We spent most of the next day lying naked on the bed, feeling, and tasting
each other while we watched TV.  He liked that he had a bigger cock than
mine, as if it gave him some superiority.  He let me suck him all day long,
to see how many times I could get him to cum.  I managed to suck him off
eight times, and he hardly was sore because my mouth and not his cock took
the beating.  He loved rubbing his smooth body against mine.  He said it
felt like the hair was massaging him.

The next morning, he woke up with tented boxers.  I slid my hand under his
shorts leg, and felt his hard sweaty cock.  He stood there letting me feel
him and I slid his boxers down and sucked him as I kneaded his firm ass with
my hands.  He loved getting sucked and just stood there as I took his load
in my mouth and swallowed it.  I made us some breakfast, and he lay down
next to me on the sofa bed, feeling my hairy body.  He started jerking me
off slowly and picked up speed.  I loved the feeling of him handling my
cock.  I told him to slide a finger in my ass with his other hand.  At first
he thought it was gross, but he slid his middle finger in my ass and started
finger fucking me as he jerked me off.  I started to moan more and more, and
he stopped stroking me and licked my cock and started sucking me off.  I
told him to watch his teeth, and he started sucking me well.  I told him I
was going to cum and he took my whole cock in his mouth as I shot my load
off inside him.  He swallowed my load and said he loved sucking me.

As we lay on the bed together, he got on top of me, cock to cock, and slowly
started grinding his cock into mine.  He was smiling and said how good this
felt.  He loved how my hands roamed his body as he rubbed his crotch into
mine.  I asked if he wanted to feel even better, and he said yeah.  I
reached between us, and pulled my legs up, and positioned his hard cock
against my asshole. It felt good between my cheeks, and I said that the next
move was his.  He started pushing his cock into my hole, and I suggested he
move in and out until he was all the way inside me. He moaned loudly as he
worked more and more of his cock into me.  I could feel his long teen cock
moving against my prostate.  We both moaned as my ass became his first
fuck.  He started thrusting harder and faster, and he shot a warm thick load
deep in me.  It was incredible.

We got up afterward and showered together.  He loved soaping me up, and I
loved soaping him, paying special attention to his cock and pits.  He said
he wanted to do my ass, so I leaned against the wall as he soaped my crack
and then pressed his hard cock against me and slid inside me, soaping my
insides.  He started thrusting harder and faster, and shot a second load
inside my ass.

After we dried off, we got dressed and I took him out for fast food.  Later
his parents called and said they would be home in two days.  When we were
back at home, I asked him what he liked doing the most.  He said he liked
sucking me, and liked when I sucked him, but he liked fucking me the best.
I told him we can do as much as he wants until his parents got home.  He got
quiet and asked if we could still mess around after they got back, and I
told him we could, but we had to be careful that no one would find out.  He
was ok with that, and for the next two days we sucked and fucked until we
couldn't cum anymore.

After his parents got home things returned to normal.  Jon found his way
over to my place most afternoons, and on weekends.  We messed around until I
had a job transfer and moved out of state.