Date: Sun, 06 Aug 2006 19:55:22 -0500
From: sticky <1-sticky@hushmail.com>
Subject: It Started Again - part 1

	I was sitting outside the overhead door of my workshop on a hot
Saturday afternoon, having a smoke and relaxing for a few minutes.  Looking
up, I noticed three young Asian boys walking north out of town along the
road.  Even at a distance of about 100 feet they all looked interesting.  I
turned my head to the side but kept my gaze on them, instantly remembering
walking north on that same road with two of my younger friends when we were
about the same age as these three.
	I watched from the corner of my eye as they walked out of sight.
Just before they did, the smallest turned, looked my way and smiled.  I'm
certain that he knew I'd been staring at them as they passed.  For a
boy-lover, what was not to stare at?  All three wore baggy, sleeveless
muscle shirts a few sizes too large and each had on tight satin shorts.
	I dwelt on my memories for a few minutes as I finished my smoke and
then went back inside to start working again.  Thoughts of myself and my
young friends from years long gone distracted me and I got very little work
accomplished.  Several hours later I had only done about twenty minutes of
actual work.
	My workshop was a leased space in a large industrial building on
the north edge of town.  I had 1,500 square feet for my woodworking
business.  I'd sub-divided the space into separate work areas.  The larger
of the two rooms contained my woodworking tools.  The walls were heavily
insulated to keep the equipment noise from bothering my neighbors.  The
smaller of the rooms was enclosed to provide a dust-free area for staining
and varnishing.
	The rest of the space, including behind the overhead door, was open
space for assembling and storage of my products.  This area included a
small kitchenette with a 'fridge, a table and a few chairs.  The space also
included storage for equipment that wasn't currently being used.
	As I walked out of the tool room, my gaze was drawn to motion
outside the overhead door.  The three boys were slowly walking up the drive
toward my door.  They didn't seem the kind to be any trouble so I just lit
a smoke and waited for them.
	When they were about twenty feet away, the smallest called out,
"Mister, can we use your bathroom?"  I realized then that I'd been watching
the tallest boy holding himself like he had to go bad.
	"I shouldn't let you in here, but I guess it'll be all right.  But
you can only go in one at a time," I relented.
	Without another word I took them through the kitchenette to the
doorway and pointed across the hallway to the bathroom.  The tallest boy
said, Thanks!" as he quickly headed across the hall.
	After a few minutes of standing and staring at the other two boys,
I asked, "Is he all right in there?"
	The smaller answered, "He's probably playing with himself."  He
then began to giggle like a little girl.
	"Why would he be doing that in there?" I queried.
	"'Cause it's more private in there, I guess," said the middle boy
in a voice threatening to crack any day.
	Looking again at the smaller boy and taking a calculated risk, I
asked, "But couldn't he have more fun doing it out here?"
	The middle boy started, "But ... but ..."
	"I was a boy once, too," I informed them.  "I remember having the
same fun, and it was always better when shared with a friend or two."
	Both boys stared at me for a moment.  The smaller then knocked on
the bathroom door and called for his friend to come out.  A minute later
the door opened and the tallest boy looked upset at having been disturbed.
The smallest boy quickly grabbed him and cupped a hand to his ass as the
other found his bulge and began to squeeze and rub it.
	I couldn't understand what the tallest boy said to his little
companion but the response from the smallest was quite clear.  "He doesn't
care!" he chirped in a sing-song voice that stirred feelings deep within
me.
	The tallest boy looked a me briefly and then quit struggling
against the attention from the smallest.  Looking through the entrance and
to the overhead door, he said, "Stop!  Someone might see us."
	"Then I'll close the door," I offered.
	The three kept switching glances between each other and me for a
minute or two before the tallest finally said, "OK then.  I guess it's all
right."
	They moved inside the entrance and I followed close behind.  As
soon as they were through the door, the smallest again grabbed the tallest
and resumed his fondling.  I quickly crossed the room, closed the overhead
door and latched it.  I then returned to the entrance and locked that door.
I figured that what I was about to witness would fuel many jack-off
sessions for me in the coming days.
	"If someone else comes in they might hear us," cautioned the middle
boy.
	"Well then just go in there," I said as I motioned to the tool
room.  "It's soundproof and there are a few fans going to keep it cooler."
	All three walked through the double doors.  As the tallest stopped
to look around, the smallest again grabbed him and began to fondle in
earnest.  I could only stare and envy him for the attention he was the
victim of.
	"I take it you guys do this together quite often," I commented.
	"Whenever we can," chirped the smallest as he continued to stare at
and fondle his friend.
	"And what brought you to come here?" I asked them.
	The tallest responded, "Where we usually go is crowded today.  Some
guys on ATVs are all over the place and we didn't want to get caught so we
were going back home.  But I had to go real bad, so ..."
	"But why did you stop here?" I wanted to know.
	"Noi here (the smallest) remembered your open door when we were
heading out there and we hoped you might still be here.  The only other
place nearby is the bar, and we were told not to go in there," said the
tallest as he began to rub the hair of his young friend.
	"Mister," started the middle boy, "did you really do stuff with
your friends when you were a boy?"
	"Several times a week for almost five years," I answered him.  "And
please call me Sticky.  That's how all my friends know me, and I don't
really like being called mister.  It reminds me that I'm getting older."
	"Sorry," he responded.  "I'm called Slick.  This here is Noi," he
pointed at the smallest, "and this is Charlie," as he pointed at the
tallest.
	"Pleased to meet you guys," I said.
	Noi had his hand down the waist of Charlie's shorts and was rubbing
in earnest.  Charlie was just staring at Noi's head.  Slick looked a little
embarrassed.  Just go ahead and have your fun," I told them.  "I hope you
don't mind if I sit here and watch for a while but I'll leave if you want
me to."
	Charlie and Noi were too preoccupied to have heard me, but Slick
said, "They don't care."
	"But what about you?" I asked.  "Don't you have fun along with
them?"
	"Sometimes," he mumbled, "when they're finished with each other."
	"So are you just going to stand there and watch or would you like
me to make you feel good like Noi is doing to Charlie?" I offered.  I
figured that they were easy-going enough that this situation could get even
better than it already was.
	"S'pose so," he said with downcast eyes.  It sounded like he wasn't
sure that he wanted to do anything.
	"You can just watch them if you like," I told him.  Grabbing a
chair and sitting, I added, "Or you can come over here and let me make you
feel good while you watch them."  I patted my lap as I spoke.
	He moved to within three feet of the chair and stood there,
uncertain if he should risk doing this.  As he stood there, I reached out
and gently rubbed a hand up and down over one of his satin-clad ass cheeks.
After about a minute he moved in closer to me.
	I turned him to face his friends and began using both hands to rub
what felt like a perfect set of boy buns.  With him looking away, I
couldn't tell if he was enjoying the attention I was providing for him, so
after a few minutes I played Christopher Columbus.  I took a chance and
went exploring.  As my right hand circled his waist and reached an obvious
lump in front, his butt moved back until it was almost in my face.  He let
out a little "Ooooh!" and I was sure that he was game for some fun.
	I fondled the hard shape for a few minutes to the sounds of his
cooing in response.  I think it was partially that he wasn't having to wait
for his friends for some attention and partially that he really was
enjoying my manual stimulation.  He turned slightly and I saw a dreamy look
on his face.  "That feels so good," he warbled at me.
	I glanced over and saw that Noi had Charlie's shorts pulled down to
his knees.  Charlie had been wearing a stripper's bag - you know, like a
drawstring bag containing his cock and balls and held up by a thin string
around his waist.  The bag was on the floor and Noi's hand was working
Charlie for all he was worth.  I then guessed Charlie to be about eleven or
twelve.  I'd had experience with Asian boys many years before and was
usually pretty accurate with aging them.  He was about 4-1/2' tall with a
slim build.  Where his bag had been stood proud a four-inch hard-on that
looked good enough to eat.
	Looking back up at Slick, I quietly said, "I'll do that same for
you if you want.  And you know that it always feels better with your
clothes off.  Here's your chance.  Take them off and I'll make you feel
better than you've ever felt before."  Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
	As he looked down at me, I could read the confusion in his eyes.
He was standing before a strange man who was fondling him.  He was afraid
because he didn't know me but at the same time he was horny as hell from
the attention my hands were giving him.  With a heavy sigh of resignation,
he reached down and lowered his shorts.  He was wearing the same type of
bag as Charlie had been wearing, but his was green instead of blue.
	I was lost.  I gently reached for the lump held within the bag and
began to fondle him.  He gasped but didn't back away.  My other hand soon
rested on one of his smooth cheeks again and I began to knead it in time
with my hand in front of him.  After a few minutes I reached under his
shirt and located a nipple.  Small and hard.  Wonderful!
	Slick was obviously as sexually excited as I had become.  He placed
his hands on top of my head and held on as I continued manipulating his
sweet young body.  I reached back to grasp his cheek, and when I moved that
hand back toward his nipple he surprised me.  He grasped the bottom of his
shirt and in one smooth movement peeled it off over his head.  To me that
was an open invitation.
	I pulled him down slightly and placed a kiss on his left nipple.
He sighed as I began to suck lightly.  My other hand was still in constant
motion, gently kneading his hard little bulge within the bag.
	I looked up at Slick and asked," Want me to stop?"
	"No!" was his immediate response.  He held tighter to my head.
	I glanced over and saw that Noi was in the process of giving
Charlie a blow-job, obviously enjoyable to Charlie as he had his head back
and his eyes closed.  He was moaning and rocking his hips toward Noi's face
as Noi's cheeks filled and hollowed.  What the hell!
	I pulled Slick to me and spend a few minutes licking and sucking at
each nipple in turn.  I then began to lick my way lower, pausing to French
his navel briefly before continuing on my downward journey.  As I licked
across the string around his waist, Slick groaned and hunched forward.  I
moved him slightly away and positioned my mouth over the bag.  Then I
grabbed both his butt cheeks and pulled him into my face, closing my mouth
over the entire encased bulge.
	"Oooh!" was the response as he tightened his grip on my head.
	I backed away and said, Look."  I nodded toward Noi and Charlie.
Slick turned and watched briefly as Noi sucked away at Charlie's cock.
"Want some of that?" I asked him.  He only nodded.  "All you have to do is
take your bag ..."  Before I said, "Off," it was.  I was staring eyes to
eye with 3" of sweet tan boy meat, hard as it could be and begging for more
attention.
	I pulled his crotch to my face and licked lightly at his balls
briefly before engulfing that boy-cock entirely.  I just held it within my
mouth for a few minutes, licking it gently and listening to him cooing
above me.  Then I backed off for a second before again taking it all in,
this time including his tight little balls.  I alternately sucked and
relaxed as he humped at my face.
	He suddenly pulled away from me.  Before I could ask him what was
wrong, a groan escaped Charlie's throat.  I turned in time to see a drop of
cum leak out the corner of Noi's mouth as he sucked for all he was worth.
After he'd finished with Charlie, Noi leaned back and licked at the drop
with his tongue.  He looked up at Charlie and then over at Slick and me
with a mischievous smile on his face.  "That was fun," he chirped.
	Then he looked up and saw the clock on the wall.  "We gotta get
going!  We're gonna be late!" he screamed.
	"But what about you?" Charlie asked me.
	"I'm just fine, and very happy," I responded.
	The boys quickly got their clothes in order.  As they were
preparing to leave, Charlie asked. "Can we come back again?"
	"Of course, I responded.  "I'll be here again next Saturday.  I get
here early and work late, so stop by any time."  I smiled and waved as they
walked down the drive and turned out of sight.  What a day.


To be continued ... ?