Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2005 07:29:22 -0800
From: Jake C. <hotstorylvr@gmail.com>
Subject: Formative Years: Chapter 5

Adult Youth

Formative Years:  Chapter 5

Wes and Century City Shopping Center

*****

As with all work in this series most is true.  As with most stories on
nifty endowments and prowess may be embellished.  As events,
especially at the start of the series happened over ten years ago and
to a child and being told by a young adult so forgive any holes in
stories or patches that might seem odd or implausible.  Additionally,
I have had a very active sex life and men and situations tend to run
together.  Also, I am finding my erotic writing style so please be
patient.

I did have an interesting childhood that I do not regret.  I was
raised and live in Southern California in very similar situations but
NONE are the exact same locations, schools, etc. in my stories.  The
story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting
adult males and a consenting underage boy.  No one forced anything
onto me.  I became quite the cock hound at an early age.

If you do not like this type of material, do not read it.  If it is
illegal where you live do not read it.  If you are under 18 years old
do not read it.  I do not condone what happened to me â^À" it just
happened.  It is not my intention by my stories that adults
participate in acts of sex with minors.

I do not care to copyright this story.  I never plan to claim it
anyway.  hotstorylvr@gmail.com

I hope you enjoy this story.

*****

One of the many quality's I've inherited from my parents is
aggressiveness.  If I want something I get it.  I always have and
always will.  My parents have worked hard for everything they have and
they've taught me the same value.  Another trait I possess is I'm a
natural born flirt.  Some might believe a man must be effeminate or
polished to properly flirt.  Not true, I've never been effeminate and
doubt anyone would say as a 9-year-old I was polished.  My mother says
I've had everyone eating out of my hands since birth and I have no
doubt she's right.

Another trait I possess, thought not the easiest to admit, is I can
easily lie.  I can also easily manipulate.  Some might think lying and
manipulation don't go hand-in-hand with working hard and deserving
everything you get.  In some instances I agree.  But, in the high art
of approaching, seducing, and having sex with menâ^À"aggressiveness,
flirting, lying, and manipulationâ^À"especially for a 9-year-oldâ^À"was a
necessity.

After Greg educated me to the ways of men, it didn't take long before
some staples appeared in my arsenal to manipulate them.  One which
bloomed, which I used especially until I hit puberty, was routinely
telling men I younger than I was.  When 9 I became 8â^À"when 10 I became
9â^À"and so on.  It was not hard.  Men were gullible and would believe
anything.  I did learned some ways to seem younger, or at least I felt
younger.  When I first had sex with Greg it was shortly after
Christmas 1995 and my hair was the color of wheat and over my ears.
Because I thought men would like it better, starting in 1996 and until
high school (where I had to cut it for wrestling), I let it grow
longer.  I also tried my best to let it bleach out naturally.  In
addition, until I hit my growth spurt I was kinda short and very
skinny which helped.  So by trying to look younger, then acting
youngerâ^À"acting immature, asking dumb questions and suchâ^À"I'd get guys
thinking I was younger than I was.  I learned when I appeared as young
as I could it heightened men's interest and excitement.

Another item in my arsenal was twisting the truth about my sexual
experience.  I learned each man wanted different things from me.  Some
wanted a virgin while others a slut.  Some wanted to teach me about
sex while others to rape me.  I learned to tailor my flirting to each
man.  The tailoring might included the age of the boy sought, plus, if
the circumstances were right (i.e., I was not involved in a gang bang
or my lips or ass were not stretched beyond recognition), I could
plead ignorance to anything connected to sex.  I learned to become a
boy lovers dream.  Now some might think this ludicrous.  They'd say,
"How could a 9-year-old know to do that?"  I don't know myself.  It
just happened.  I only know I picked it up easily and fast.  I enjoyed
the roles I played.  I enjoyed watching guys, picking prospects, and
figuring out how best to approach them.  Sometimes I'd work myself
into a fit and becoming stressed out picking guys up.  It became a
high stakes poker game.  I learned most men wanted to get off, but
when it came to a 70-pound kid putting his mouth around their dicks
and sucking them off, even if for only 2 minutes, I had to be very
careful about hooking them.  I needed to read them very carefully.

Since my experience in Cabo San Lucas during Easter vacation with Mr.
McMullen, I'd been thinking about how I'd scored with him, Greg, and
Leon.  The Mexican chef was a different situation all together.  He
took control of me, and in a way demanded blowjobs, whereas in
retrospect with the others I realized I'd done most of the flirting,
cajoling, lying, and manipulation to get into their pants.

After Cabo, my next experience was when my mom made me go shopping
with her in Century City and I met a man named Wes.  It was also the
first time I consciously lied and manipulated to pick up a man.

It was a weekend and I had no choice but to go shopping.  Of course, I
had my typical t-shirt, shorts, and vans on.  When I was younger I
usually wore all my cloths too big, as the style dictated so you could
see the tops of my boxers if my t-shirt was up.  Anyway, I was bored
shopping and I begged my mom to drop me off at the movies.  It took
some doing because the movie I wanted to see was Jurassic Park and I
think it's R-rated, but she finally relented (even though my parents
are in the entertainment industry they can be prudish).  She bought me
a ticket, gave me some cash, we set up a place to meet at the end of
the movie, and she watched me go in.  Only four months before I would
never have thought to do what I did, but while I talked her into the
movie in the back of my mind I thought about ditching it and taking
off to goof around the mall.  I kinda knew where she was gonna be
shopping (Bloomingdale's and Macy's) and could avoid her.  So I
watched her walk away and left AMC in the opposite direction.

Soon I was in Tower Records listing to CD's and checking out the guys.
 It was cool being on my own.  I was cruising around for an hour or
soâ^À"stopping at this shop or that.  I constantly looked around for my
mom but I felt safe.  Tiered I sat down on a bench spacing looking at
a window display, sorta watching people walk by while leaning back
behind the railing in case my mom walked by.  Then I noticed a guy sit
down on a bench next to me.  He had many bags and was preoccupied with
them.  I watched for a while and he seemed to be alone and took little
notice of me.  I got up from my bench, started looking in the windows
around us, walked to a railing in the middle of our two benches and
looked at the level below while still looking at him from the corner
of my eye.  Still occupied with his bags he still didn't seem to
notice me.  By then a couple had sat on the bench I'd left and no
benches close by were empty so I thought it was now or never and
walked the couple feet to his bench and asked if I could sit down.
Looking up he said sure then went back to looking for something in one
of the bags.

He reminded me my cousin Shaun.  He had short very blond hair cut
close to his head, very blond eyebrows and eyelashes, cool blue eyes,
and from the little I saw of them as he talked, bright white teeth.
It was hard to tell because of his bulky black leather jacket but he
looked skinny.  Figuring I could only trust myself to look down a
second, I scanned down his jacket and looked at his legs spread wide
with bags in the middle.  His jeans were so amazingly tight that his
legs seemingly squeezed into them like sausages. The bulge hiding his
cock and balls was so large that the copper zipper was visible and the
teeth seemed almost to be separating.

I looked up at his eyes that were planted on mine, and saw his mouth
was in a crooked slight smile.  Whatever there was to read into his
smile soon vanished as he turned and almost swept the couple of bags
he had sitting on the bench to the floor giving me more room to sit,
"Here let's move these bags."

"Just needed to sit down.  My moms shopping," I said.

"Yeah, well that's great.  Buying you anything."  He said
straightening his bags up.

"Maybe, not sure," Looking at the people passing by.  For a minute or
two neither one of us said anything, him busy putting receipts in his
wallet.  "You sure bought lots," I said pointing at the bags.

"Yeah, I guess your right.  My sister had my first nephew.  I guess I
went kind of crazy.  You know how it is.  First Godson and all," he
said not looking at me but speaking to the bags.  After a second he
spoke up, "Got my sis a present to. There in the hospital still. Gonna
go over to see them in a minute."

"That's neat," I didn't know much else to say.  Shit I better get
better at this I thought.  I looked down at the red tile floor and
noticed he had on pointed black leather cowboy boots.

"So what you say you're doing, waitn' on your mom?"

"Maybe," I said.  All of a sudden I wondered how much I should say.
Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

"So, when you going to see her?"

"I have to be at AMC at 6:00." as soon as I said it, I regretted it.

"The movies?"  He had a somewhat surprised look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm suppose to be seeing Jurassic Park but I snuck out,"
puffing up my chest a little.

"Ah, sneaking around the mall on your own.  Hey, I use to do that when
I was young to.  By the way, how old are you?"

Trying to act older, I said, "10 years old."

"No?"

"You don't think I'm 10."  I asked with my chest a little more puffed out.

"Sure I do.  Why, aren't you?"  He said smiling.

"Well, no, I wish I were, I'm really 8," I said acting little
embarrassed and looking at my Vans.

I slowly looked up at him and he said, "Look, I was 8 once, it's not
so bad, stick with it, you'll grow up soon enough."

Looking at him, I guessed him to be my dad's age, "How old are you?"
I asked trying to put him on the spot.

"Oh, I'm an old man compared to you, I'm 32 years old," He answered as
if it was the easiest thing in the world.

"Well, my dad's older than you so I guess you're not that old," I said
giving him a wide smile.  "Thanks, I appreciate that," as he gave me a
playful elbow in the side.

I liked him.  "By the way, my name is Wes," he said.  "Nice to meet
you, my name is AJ," and we shook hands.

His hand was large and warm and he kept a hold of my hand and as I
watched he brought it down to lay on his lap near his crotch.  I was
surprised.  Until then he'd given no indication at all he might be
interested in me.  He only seemed interested in the presents for his
nephew and sister.  Except for him seeing me look at his crotch I
don't see how he'd know I was interested in him.

Caught off guard I was a little embarrassed, gave out a small nervous
laugh, and slowly removed my hand.  I looked around to see if anyone
had noticed but people only rushed by.  I looked at him and he was
looking downward.  Automatically my eyes shifted downward and rested
on his crotch.  I gazed upon it for what seemed like minutes but was
probably seconds.  My mind went hazy but my body was tingling.  I
looked back to his eyes, which seemed to be dancing and I became
slightly embarrassed.

For a brief moment I thought, "busted" but then he spoke, "So AJ, you
don't have to be at the movies for a while, want to see my truck?"

I couldn't believe what I'd heard.  This was moving faster then I
expected.  My heart was beating so fast and the pounding in my head
was making it hard to think.  How could I decide?  Was this like the
Mexican Chef or was I in charge?  I was with a man I didn't know that
I'd just met.  He was a giant compared to me and he was inviting me to
his truck.

"What would we do?" I asked knowing what we'd do but I needed time.

"Sit back, listen to some music, talk like we are now," he said.

"You won't drive me anywhere?"

"No.  I promise.  Just sit back as we are now.  It looks like your
interested in a few things and maybe you could check them out."  At
that, he looked down at his crotch and back to me then smiled.

I looked at his face and smiled and though I was scared and about to
pee my pants it was obviously a chance to play with his dick.  Just
because I was 9 didn't mean I was stupid.  It could be the perfect
opportunity and I thought why not?  Wes was nice and not scary and I
didn't think he'd drive off with me.

"Okay, wait here for a second," I said.  I got up and looked for my mom.

"Coast clear."  Wes said.

I nodded.

Wes parked in the closest parking garage but we had to walk up two
sets of stairs and up a ramp and he motioned to a large silver Ranger
Rover.  Its windows were tinted black.  We went to the driver's side,
he opened the back door, threw his bags in the back, helped me get in,
and he got in the drivers door.  This really freaked me out.  I
thought he was going to start the engine and I was ready to jump out.

"Hey AJ, what kind of music do you like?"

"Uh, anything."

My mind was racing and at that moment deciding on music was the last
thing I could do.  Then someone was honking.  Wes looked back and
getting out told the driver we weren't leaving (there were a lot of
people looking for parking).  He came back, closed his door, and
opened my door, "Scoot over."

I scooted over and he climbed in and locked the door.  The windows
were so dark no one could see in and we had a lot of room to stretch
out.

"So how do you like it?"  Wes said spreading out both hands sliding
lower down into the seat.

"Wow, it's really nice.  I've never been in one like this."  I said
looking around, "So nobody can see in."

"Not here in back, but up front because of laws tint is lighter," he
said pointing at the windows, "but I doubt anyone's gonna walk up
there."

"Cool," I said.

We sat back and listened to music a while.  "Who is this?" I asked,
feeling nervous and not knowing what else to do.

"Neil Young," he said.  He moved around a little and really stretched
his legs wide.

I'd been sneaking glances at him the whole time we'd been sitting in
the truck but when he stretched I couldn't help but move my eyes
between his legs and stare at his crotch.  He still had his jacket on
but it was wide open and my eyes traveled up his flat stomach up his
chest to his face and his eyes.  He was looking at me as if he knew
what I was thinking.  I was a little embarrassed, didn't know what to
do, and didn't know what to think.

"AJ, you know what Gay mean's." Wes said bring his knee up onto the
seat and turning towards me.

"Yes, it means you like guy's."

"That's right.  Does that bother you?  You know, I mean liking other
guys.  I mean, I'm not sure you understand what liking other guy's
means, do you AJ."

"It means you like to have sex with them."  I said trying to act
indifferent but a little grown up.

"How did you know that?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"That's okay.  Have you ever touched a man?"

"What do you mean?  Like my dad?"  I picked up maybe I should act a little dumb.

"No, not really like your dad.  Like, not like in sports or anything
like that.  But softly, or rubbing them, or touching their muscles or
stuff like that.  You know, rubbing them like couples do when they're
in love."

"No, I've never been in love.  I've never had a girlfriend.  Is that
what you mean?"  I liked this game.  I liked playing dumb with him.

"Well you don't need to be in love or have a girlfriend to be
intimate.  You can make someone feel good just because.  Only because
it makes them feel good.  People like to do that.  Do you think you'd
like to learn?  You're a kid but I learned when I was a kid.  How
about it.  I could show you some stuff.  I think your interested
right."

"Well, maybe, will it hurt?" I said giving him my smallest voice
possible and looking at the seat.

"I saw the way you were looking at me and I don't think we'll be doing
anything your not already interested in.  We won't start unless you're
okay with it.  I promise it won't hurt.  If you don't like it, we can
stop anytime.  The last thing I want to do is hurt you.  I want this
to be fantastic, okay."

Continuing to do my best little turn at acting since being a street
urchin in the school rendition of Oliver earlier in the school year, I
looked up at him frightened, turned and got up on my knees and faced
him but didn't move forward.

Seeing that I wasn't going to move any further he took my hands in
his, brought them to his cheeks, and rubbed my hands into them.  The
feeling was amazing.  My father and I played games when I went to bed.
 One was he'd rub his whiskers on my face as I laughed hysterically
and tried to get away, but my palms on Wes' beard sent tinny shivers
down my body and I almost melted through the seat.  As we stared at
each other, he pushed my hands together onto his lips, pushed his
tongue out, and started licking my fingers.  All this was too much, I
fell forward, and my face fell into his.  Regaining my balance, I
backed up a couple inches and watched him work his tongue between my
fingers.  He then lowered my hands and moved his faced close to mine.

Still trying to remain the actor I backed up but he let go of my hands
grabbing my arms and pulled me forward and our lips met and he held me
there and I closed my eyes as tight as I could acting as if in
complete surprise.  Soon his grip on my arms let up and I felt his
tongue on my tightly held lips.  Before I knew it his tongue was in my
mouth.  His hands were all over my body.  He lifted my shirt and
started pinching my tiny nipples.  He was trying to move his hands
inside my underwear and play with my ass.  He was cupping my crotch.
Then he started pulling down my shorts.  All this while he was kissing
me.  He was all over me, playing with my dick, and rubbing my balls.
He rolled my little dick around, pushed it, and played with it.  He
moved a hand to my butt, rubbed it, and a finger started rubbing my
asshole.  He was soon back to my dick and balls, rubbing, and playing
with them again.  But I wanted him to put his finger back and play
with my asshole some more.

Wes stopped kissing me, pulled back, looked at me, and smiled, "So how
do you like it so far AJ?"

I had to act restrained, "I don't know.  Your beard hurts my face and
your pinching my dick hurts."

"Okay, I'll be more careful.  I'll show you something else.  Lay down."

I laid down on my back with my head against the door and Wes pulled my
shorts and boxers off over my Vans and pushed my knee's up spreading
my legs and leaned down sticking his tongue out and while looking at
me started licking my dick.  He had its head between his lips then
sucked it into his mouth and sucked it in and out.  Soon his tongue
was lapping at my balls.  His mouth and tongue were amazing and my
dick and balls were on fire.  I started pumping my hips and fucking
his face as fast as I could when I felt one of Wes's fingers push deep
inside my asshole and my mind exploded.  I'd never felt such intense
delight in my life.  Without realizing it screams were coming from my
mouth and quickly Wes had a hand over it and soon his mouth was off my
dick and his mouth replaced his hand and his tongue was on my mouth
and then deep within my throat.  His finger pulled from my asshole but
remained rubbing my bud.  The pressure of his body laying on me
allowed me only to buck into his chest.  Everything had happened so
fast.  It took a while for me to calm down.  Wes still had his lips to
mine then started giving me small kisses all over my face.  He sat up;
I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes not a foot from my face.  I
took a few deep breaths.  Wes leaned back removed his finger from my
ass and brought it up to his nose and sniffed it.  He put it into his
mouth and sucked it in as he'd done my dick.

"It's better than candy," he told me when his finger popped from his mouth.

He found my cloths and handed them to me, "Here, put these on, best
not get caught with a kid with his cloths off if I don't have to."

I slid the boxers over my feet and raised my ass and slid them under
first then did my shorts.  I was facing front and took a minute before
I looked at Wes.  He was looking out his window with his legs spread
wide.

"So how'd you like it AJ?"

"Shit, it was the best thing I've ever felt.  I didn't cum did I?"
Again acting as if I had no idea what happened.

"No kid, you had a dry one.  Wait until your olderâ^À"you'll cum.  What
you had was mild actually.  I just licked you and played with your
asshole.  Boy, I hardly touched you.  You went off like a
firecracker."

I looked at him pretending wonder, "Yeah?"  Mild I thought.  I thought
my head was going to fall off, "I've never kissed like that.  Never
done any of that stuff before."

 "Glad you liked it," he looked at me smiling.

"I REALLY liked it, thanks."  He looked out his window.

I looked at him, his legs, and his huge crotch.

I leaned over and put my hands on his dick and balls encased bulge.
He sucked in some air, turned his head, and looked at me.  My hands
looked tiny on his crotch.  I looked up at him.

With a muted smile, "What you up to kid?"

"Can I see your dick?" I asked.

 "We don't have a lot of time.  You need to meet your mom soon."

"When?"

He looked at his watch, "About twenty minutes."

"Please, I really want to look at it," all the while I was rubbing and
pushing at his crotch and I could feel it getting harder.

"Okay AJ, but it has to be quick.  We can't do much," He lifted his
ass up unzipping his jeans and put his hand in, dug around and pulled
it out.

I watched mesmerized as he stretched out sitting down with his dick
sticking out.  It was hard and flopped over towards me.  I got up on
my knees and without hesitation I reached down and wrapped my hands
around it.  I looked into Wes' face feigning awe and in a hushed tone,
"Wow, it's big.  It's huge.  I've seen my dad's soft but never one
hard.  You're huge.  Can I play with it?"

"Sure, when fully hard it's 8 inches long and 4 inches wide."

The skin was soft and hot and as I moved my hands up and down I
watched as it got harder, then closely inspected the dark veins that
laced it.  I moved my hands to its base, squeezed very tight, and
waved it around like a flagpole and Wes laughed.  I moved my hands up
and down very fast, then very slow, and then very fast again then
watched as pre-cum bubbled out.  I didn't have a lot of time so I
didn't pretend not to know what pre-cum was or that it was gross.  I
spread it around, brought some up to my mouth, and tasted it and found
no flaws.  As I moved my hands up and down Wes' dick, more and more
pre-cum leaked out and he started moaning and breathing fast.  He laid
his head back and spread his arms on the back seat and a little
breathlessly said, "Keep it up AJ, it feels really good."

I was tiered sitting next to Wes and moved and sat on his leg and
looked at him, put both my hands around his dick and pumped up and
down.  He looked up, leaned far towards me, and asked me to kiss him.
Not taking my hand off his dick I leaned a little forwards and put my
lips to his, felt his tongue part my lips and wrap around the tip of
my tongue and spit pour into my mouth as we kissed.  I sat back and
pumped his dick harder and continued rubbing the pre-cum that was
leaking even faster.

"AJ, lean down and put your mouth on the head and spit on it."  Again,
knowing time was short and not caring about pretending anymore I
scooted back and put my lips to his dick.  His hands replaced mine and
he started stroking his dick.

"Leave your mouth on my dick.  Open it wide and lick it.  Yeah, like
that AJ.  Yeah.  Keep licking it.  Move your tongue around.  Yeah keep
your mouth on it.  Come on baby.  Yeah, come to daddy.  Yeah, gonna
swallow it all for daddy baby aren't you?  Yeah, yeah, here it comes."

My lips were on his dick and my tongue was moving around trying to
move into the piss hole but he was beating it so hard and he was
moving it back and forth so much I couldn't keep my mouth on it.  I
wanted to please him so much.  I loved leaning on his muscular hard
stomach, having his dick head in my mouth, and concentrated on making
him feel so good.  I wanted to make sure cum leaking from his dick
which tastes so sweet was going in my mouth.

"I'm going to cum.  Get ready for it baby.  Gonna take sweet daddies
cum.  Gonna take it all down aren't you.  Yeah you're a sweet baby.
Teaching baby boy.  Found me a sweet boy didn't I?  Yeah, come on,
come on, yeah, come on, here it comes, hear it comesâ^À¦" He was
ricocheting back and forth.  I was trying so hard to keep my mouth on
his dick.  He was stoking so fast.  I was trying to move my tongue
fast and lap up all his cum.  He's moaning, "I'm cuming, I'm cuming."
His dick head is getting huge.  I could feel it getting larger and
harder.  He's telling me I'm going to "Swallow his cum," which I
wanted so bad when all of a sudden he grabbed the back of my head and
pushed me down hard.

I struggle to be free but he keeps my head down as his dick pumps load
after load into my small mouth.  I am choking, gagging, and drowning.
I am crying and yelling into his dick.  I am trying as hard as I can
to push him off.  I cannot believe I have this monster shoved into my
mouth.  I am about to throw up and pass out when he releases some
pressure and allowed me to take a breath; then as soon as I do, he
pushes me down again.  If I had his strength, I would push myself free
but I have to take his punishment and his dick stays in my mouth.  He
lets me up a little and I finally get a breath then he forces me down
again â^À" then again â^À" then again.  At last, my tongue can move around.
His hand releases some pressure.  My own body relaxes.  I feel his
dick shrinking and the taste of his cum is stronger.  My face and his
jeans are wet.  Finally, his hand is off the back of my head.  I lay
my forehead on his stomach and I feel it relaxing.  I nurse his dick
head.  I feel comfortable and safe.  After a while and all to soon he
forces my mouth from his dick as he raises my body and I see him
smiling.

"Are you okay?  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean that to happen.  I was
carried away.  You're so hot.  Are you hurt?"  I look at him then put
a hand to my lips and give him a smile.  Crawling up his body I give
him a kiss on the lips.

"I really liked it.  Thank you.  No, you didn't hurt me," and I hugged him.

He moved me aside, lifted up, pushed his dick into his jeans, and
zipped up.  It was slick with spit and cum and I guess he didn't mind
that his underwear was all wet.  I looked down and saw my shirt was
okay and looking at him beamed.

He looked at his watch, "You better get going, you're late," and he
showed me his watch and it showed 6:00pm.  He said, "I'm really glad
we met.  Thanks."  He leaned forward and kissed me.

I wanted to stay but I knew I had to go.  He moved forward, leaned
over the front seat and pushed a button and the doors unlocked.  He
fell back and I stared into his eyes.  He leaned forward and we rubbed
noses like Eskimo's do when they kiss and we both laughed and he said,
"Have a great night AJ."  I looked at him trying to find the words to
tell him how much I liked what we just did.

Finally, I only mumbled, "Thanks Wes."  I jerked open my door, jumped
down, looked up at him and smiled, and slammed it shut and ran to the
back, checked for traffic, ran down the ramp to the stairs, took a
glance back, and there was Wes getting out of his door looking at me.
We stared at each other for a moment.  I so wanted to run back to him
but I couldn't.  I looked at him a few more seconds hoping to burn his
face into my memory.  Then I turned and ran down the stairs.

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