Date: Mon, 26 May 2008 08:04:20 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Holdup Boy"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Adult/youth

"Holdup Boy" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult/youth


*******Often the word "boy" in a title might make some underage lad think
that this is a story for schoolboys.  It most definitely is not, unless you
are a graduate student.  What I mean is: under 18 leave; over 18 stay and
play.


I am 25 years old.  Over the top for some of you?  Fuck off; I am in shape
and hot.  Name is Andrew, Andy to friends and sex partners.  I am the type
of guy you slow down and stare at on the street, then you stop and turn
around and watch my perky butt as it leaves with me, away from you.  You
sigh with regret, and resettle your cock in your briefs.

I work for an advertising agency, writing copy, you know, "I day without
___________(fill in) is a lost day."

I never used that, but that's the type of stuff I churn out.  Do you really
think I'm going to give away a five thousand dollar line?

It's not all work for this Jack.  I love hunting.  I drive a Ford Explorer
and have the rear seat stored in my garage and have fitted out the back
with a bed and other stuff for camping.

Right now if is five o'clock and I am heading home to my one bedroom flat.
It's in a good building in New York.  My Dad told me, forget the size, live
at a good address.  I don't have to worry about size anyway....get me?

I took the elevator down to the parking garage.  It was deserted and
creepy.  I never liked this place, but the company paid for the parking,
so....  My footsteps echoed in the empty place.  My car was easy to find,
most of the others were gone at this hour.

I was fiddling with my key ring that contained twenty keys.  How did I
accumulate so many?  Well first of all, I am like you, don't throw away a
mysterious key, you may not know when you will figure out what lock it
fits.  Anyway my SUV key was easy to spot, it has that heave black top with
all the buttons.  I pressed the picture of an open door, actually those
representations are nuts.  This one looked like an open coffin.

When it clicked, and the door lock opened, I reached for the big chrome
hand and pressed down.  At that same moment, a metal tube was pressed into
the small of my back and a hoard voice spit out, "Lift your hands.  Don't
turn around or you are dead.  Throw your wallet on the ground and kick it
backwards."

"Er, sir, I don't have a wallet with me.  I never carry money or ID.  I was
once robbed and..."(I shouldn't have said that.)  He jabbed me hard.

"Shut the fuck up you, you yuppie fuck.  We'll just go to the ATM."

"Now don't get mad.  I don't have an ATM access.  I'm kind of a free
spirit, artistic, strange, whatever, but there you are.  I'll do anything
to get you to leave me alone.  I'm a bit of a coward."

There was quiet.  "Okay, you can turn around."  I am about six feet three.
The hold up man was not more than five foot even or eight.  He was swaddled
in a black windbreaker and he was wearing a black knit sky mask.  I was so
nervous that I blurted out.  "Do you ski?  I'm just heading upstate to fish
and hunt.  I hear there was five inches of snow last night and....."

He gave me a stinging openhanded slap on my cheek that echoed in the
garage.  "How old are yu?"

"Twenty five," I answered.

"Yur kinda pretty.  Those lips look hot.  How about a quick suck?"

He had a country accent.  I was willing to bet that this was his first
holdup.  I also noticed that as he talked more, that rough way of talking
gave way to a youthful voice.  I guessed he might be a teenager.  "I might,
just to get away from you and your gun.  How old are you?  Are you
healthy?"

"Seventeen, and yes."

We stood looking at each other for a while.  "Tell you what," I said, "I
don't want to be doing you right out here in the open.  How about getting
in the car.  I got a bed in the back and you can be comfortable."

He hesitated a moment, but I think the fucker was horny.  Sometimes
committing a crime is a real turn on for some guys.  He felt his crotch.
"Okay, you go first."

When we were both sitting on the mattress, sheets and comforter in the back
of the SUV I began to feel less scared.  I took off my shirt and exposed my
bare chest.  "Nice," he breathed in a shaky voice."  This was getting me
excited too.  "You get naked too.  It will feel better."

"Okay, but my mask stays on."

He slipped off his jacket and then his black tee shirt.  Hey this really
was a seventeen year old.  He was hairless; his skin was flawless and
glossy.  He also showed the evidence of hard work by his muscular
breastworks.  I admired his pale pink nipples and puckered surrounding
skin.  I guessed he must be blonde under that cap.

Now you can know the truth.  I do have a wallet and all kinds of ID.  It is
hidden in a side panel.  In that panel is also a flare guy.  By now I
figured this kid might have a knife, but no gun.  It must have been his
young finger that jabbed me.  I was sure he never saw a flare gun.  I
unsnapped the panel and brought it out.  The flares were there also, but I
just left it.  He let out a surprised sound as he saw the gun.

"Okay kid, no sucky for you, but maybe for me, if I like the merchandise.
Take off that hood, you hood and then your pants and little undies."

Off came the hood.  I gasped.  He was model handsome.  Yeah curly blond
hair, big gray eyes, perfect nose and puffy lips.  The whole face was set
off with a great cleft in his chin.  His skin was shiny from the heat of
wearing the wool ski cap, but that added to his looks.  "Whatcha staring
at?"

"You.  You're a handsome dude.  You don't need to be criminal.  You could
earn big bucks with that face, modeling, even doing private dates."

"Thanks.  I know I am pretty good looking, but I'd rather be tough than
beautiful.  Say, you're not bad yourself.  You are kinda a Italian type.
Yeah, the hairy chest and arms.  Why don't you uncover the goods?"

While I was slipping off my pants and underwear, gun boy began to follow
me.  In a moment we were both naked, except that I held the gun.  If I
thought his face was exceptional, his body was even better.  That narrow
waist, the six pack, the full thighs and hairless legs.  Even his feet were
sexy.

I had to take control.  His looks were getting me weak.  "Okay thug, begin
licking my cock."

He hesitated a minute and I brandished the signal gun in front of him.  He
signed with resignation and bent down and stuck his long pick tongue out
and swiped it across the head of my cock head.  I let out a noisy moan.  He
looked up at me and smiled with perfect teeth.  "You really get into men
doing you?"

"Yeah.  You had much experience?"

"All you need to know, you learn at Juve."

"Enough girlish chatter, get on it."

He leaned down and this time he took the head into his lips and held it
tightly at the rim and licked the head with slow luxurious strokes.  I
almost dropped the gun.  He must have felt my pre cum bathing his lips.  I
was already on the cum trip.  If he took it all, I would spew too soon and
shamelessly.

But he backed off my wet rigid prick.  He smiled up at me.  "You got a nice
tasty cock.  I don't mind blowing you.  You're clean, pretty and you really
like my work, give me that stupid gun.  Don't you think I know what is a
signal pistol?"

I laughed.  "Okay, what's your name?  I like to know who's going to drink
my spunk.  I'm Andy."

"Bobby here.  Say Andy, by the look of your cock, you can't hold out too
much longer and that will end our fun.  How about you swing on my boyish
prick for a while so you can recover."

I didn't like his superior attitude, but he had looks and age over me.
Youth must be served.  I took his pale pink baloney in my lovin' hand and
stroked it gently.

"Don't be so soft with me.  It gets me off to soon.  Give me action."

I grabbed his big plush balls in my other hand and squeezed them like I was
checking out the ripeness of a peach.  I felt his soft fuzzy blond pubes
tickling the back of my hand.  "Yeah, that's good."

I returned to his cock that was sticking up and pulsing with his heart
beat.  "Junior is wanting attention.  Tell me to suck you.  I don't want to
feel that I am some perv who forced you into sex."

"No chance.  You're hot.  I have to squint so as not to see you too clearly
and shoot too soon."

I guess that was compliment, clumsy but appreciated.  It deserves some nice
action for him.  I held his cock in my hand and slipped my mouth over the
first quarter of his nine inches and licked as if I was possessed.  That
really got his attention.  He began to buck his hips, like he was fucking
my mouth.  He kept saying, "Ooh, oh, ah."  I had the boy in my power.  Or
was he egging me on, after all, he was getting sucked by me.

I found the solution to the dominance battle.  I kept his cock in my mouth,
leaking spit all over it.  I always salivated when I was passionate.  Then
I moved my hips around so that my prick was right at his lips.  Without a
moment's hesitation he took the big Italian piece into his delinquent's
lips.  I bet he used to blow his probation officer.

But soon my sophisticated thoughts sunk down to animal desires.  Bobby also
was huffing and puffing around my cock as I returned the favor, both of us
moving more rapidly and sucking harder.  I felt him allow me to sink into
his throat and he was massaging me with his throat muscles.  I copied that,
and all one could hear in this Ford was wet sucking noises and cries of
passion.  Could this last forever?  Naw.  We were only human.  I couldn't
take anymore of the throat stroking and just allowed my body to fall over
the cliff into my orgasm.  When it hit, I was shocked by the intensity.
The events of being accosted then mastering the situation, then falling
under the spell of this gorgeous outlaw was more than my controls could
handle.  As I was spewing heavily, at least five times, I felt the kid's
sweet spunk begin to enter my sucking mouth.  His hips fell into a gentle
fucking motion as he almost wept in loud sobs as he unloaded.  This was
some hot evening.

When we had recovered, I said to Bobby.  "How about some food, then, if you
wish, you can join me as we head upstate.  I had planned to do some
hunting, hoping to bag a deer, it's in season.

"I ain't got nothing waitin' for me, why not?  I used to hunt possum down
home.  Let's do it."

We dressed.  I got in the front seat and we headed up the interstate,
stopping to eat at a Howard Johnson.  Boy that kid could eat!

Quick time forward.  We hunted.  We each took a turn to get fucked.  We got
along, 'like uncle and nephew,' Bobby said.  I think we were falling in
love with each other.

"How'd you like to stay up here and take care of this little cabin that my
father left to me?  I'll pay you."

He liked the idea.  It was done and done.  Everything went smoothly except
Bobby got interested in how I made my money.  He thought it was real easy.
"Now Andy, that new account for plug in electric automobiles.  How about
"Costs pennies to run, feels like a million."

It was pretty good, but I didn't want him to get a swell head.  I grunted,
but weeks later I had to tell him that the company liked it.  We celebrated
with a long 69.

End