Date: Mon, 19 May 2008 12:00:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jamie's Obsession (1)

Jamie's Obsession
By
Storyguy22

All the usual disclaimers apply. This story is fiction, and depicts sexual
activity between a teen boy, and an adult male. Comments are always welcome
at the email below.

(1)


   Shit, shit, shit thought Jamie, watching his hands visibly tremble as he
rummaged through the dresser drawer. I must be freaking nuts, actually
agreeing to hook up with this dude, a complete stranger, and an old dude to
boot. Finally locating the pair of shorts he was looking for among the
rather vast collection, he picked them up, and then pushed the drawer
closed. He walked to the full length mirror that hung on the inside of his
bedroom door, and held the small shorts to his mid-section, and he frowned
slightly, very aware of his racing pulse, and the whole flock of
butterflies that seemed to suddenly flood his stomach each time he looked
at the clock, and the appointed hour drew closer.

   Looking back at his reflected image, Jamie scowled at himself, as he
mentally chastised himself for getting into this situation in the first
place. He could nearly hear his Mother's voice inside his head recanting
the oft repeated warnings regarding having anything to do with strange men,
and in his heart he knew that she was right, it actually was a very
dangerous game to play, but, at barely fourteen years of age, he was
beginning to realize that the smaller of the two heads attached to his
lithe young body frequently over ruled the larger one, and that his raging
hormones seldom listened to any sort of reason, or logic. In fact, truth be
told, it was exactly those raging hormones that had caused the little head
to win out in a landslide on the very debate that was at this moment raging
inside his head. When a fourteen year old boys balls are on the boil, Jamie
had come to understand, all that seemed to matter was getting off, and this
time he was so not going to settle for the same old overdone jerk off
session to achieve that, full safety and caution be damned.

   With a long drawn out sigh, Jamie tugged at the towel that he had
wrapped around his slim middle after his recent shower, and tossed it onto
his bed. Naked, he again studied his reflected image in the long mirror as
he let his mind wander back over the long and often heated online chats he
had done with this man who called himself Owen. It had all begun with
Jamie's frequent online searches of various porn sites, and the subsequent
discovery that his rampant young penis didn't actually seem very responsive
to the vast array of naked females that were so wantonly displayed
performing multitudes of sex acts, but in fact his puritan interests were
clearly centered on the massive erections of the men that the ladies were
so frequently eagerly endeavoring to swallow whole, either orally, or
inside the somewhat off-putting gash between their splayed legs.

   In his application of no small amount of additional research Jamie had
reached the conclusion that his responses were far more intense once he had
begun surfing the exclusively gay porn sites, and over the ensuing days,
and weeks his frequent sexual fantasies and all of his equally frequent
jerk off sessions were squarely centered around thoughts of him being
sexually involved with another male to the complete exclusion of any
interest in the fair sex. He had even caught himself stealthily observing
the bulging crotches of other boys at school, or when he was hanging out
with friends, or even complete strangers he might encounter on the street,
or at the mall. He longed to find the courage to approach one of his
friends, and suggest that they get naked together, and play out the
multitude of sex acts he had been so intently studying, but even at his
tender age Jamie was acutely aware of the stigma that other boys often
associated with gayness, so he stifled the desire in deference to his
social status. The more Jamie indulged this new found interest the stronger
his desire grew to find some outlet in actuality for the constantly
smoldering fire that seemed to burn within him, somewhere deep in his young
balls. The bottom line for Jamie was that he simply had to be touched my
hands other than his own, and with that mindset, he had focused himself on
finding a way to make it happen.

   By the time he had finally stumbled across Owen in a gay chat room,
Jamie was all but obsessed with the need to personally experience the
totally uninhibited sex acts that had played out repeatedly before his wide
eyes on the computer monitor as he furtively pumped his rigid erection to a
gushing climax. Verbalized in a different way, Jamie was a ripe plumb in
desperate need of picking, and exactly the sort of encounter that Owen was
seeking when he had logged into the chat titled "Gay teens." Owen had spent
a few moments scanning the user list, and when he noticed Jamie's chat
handle "Searching4it" he had entered a private greeting to which Jamie had
promptly replied, and the die was cast.

   At the outset their chats had been light, and mostly benign, with Owen
asking a lot of generic questions beginning with the obligatory "A,S,L,"
and then progressing to a general exchange of interests, hobbies, sports,
friends, and Jamie's school activities. Following a number of these
non-invasive exchanges Owen had gently inquired about the quest implied by
Jamie's chat name, and the very frustrated Jamie had all but blurted out
that he was searching for a gay sexual experience, and very nearly bursting
with need. Owen had calmly suggested that the possibility of such an
interaction was indeed very doable given that they lived in towns that were
separated by less than an hours drive. The only real issue, offered Owen,
was the matter of their age differential with he being nearly old enough to
be Jamie's father, an issue of little concern to Jamie given his burning
need for fulfillment of the ceaseless desire that ate at him night and day.

  There had been some additional banter having to do with a mutual
assurance of absolute secrecy should the two actually meet, even if no
actual sexual activity took place, and Jamie had been adamant in his
assurances that he had no desire whatever to have his own secret
discovered, much less cause any kind of problem for Owen. That critical
comfort level having been reached, Owen had ramped up the conversation
several notches as he gently but graphically elicited Jamie's specific
desires, and fantasies, and then over the next few chats he had carefully
detailed for Jamie exactly what, and how he would deliver the boy to sexual
Minerva when, and if, he decided they should actually meet.

   The detailed "cyber sex" sessions had excited Jamie beyond belief, and
throughout the graphic exchanges that detailed the myriad ways and places
that Owen would explore Jamie's young body, and introduce him to heretofore
unknown levels of intense pleasure his young penis had pulsed and throbbed
until he simply had to take it in hand, and bring forth the creamy eruption
that provided him at least a brief respite from the ceaseless pressures
within him. Over a period of chats Owen had so effectively described the
seemingly endless menu of carnal delights he would happily perpetrate upon
the boy that Jamie would have gladly crawled naked over a mile of crushed
glass to have it happen, and so the decision to meet in person had been
reached, and the date, time, and place had been set.

   Jamie shuddered, his mind again focusing on the present, and he blinked
several times as he studied his naked reflection in the mirror, and he
giggled softly at the realization that he had a throbbing erection, the
result of his little trip down memory lane of the hot chats with Owen. He
wrapped his fist around his five inch penis, and stroked it a few times as
his plump ball sac swung back and forth gently, and he closed his eyes,
imagining how amazing it was going to be having Owen touch him this way,
and more. He shuddered again, and forced himself to release his burgeoning
erection, wanting the urgent need within him to build to the point of agony
for his meeting with Owen. He glanced over at his bedside clock, and felt
the flood of butterflies in his stomach once more as he realized that he
would indeed finally experience for real all the pleasures that Owen had
promised in just less than an hour, and, he could hardly wait.

   Moving to the bed, Jamie dressed in the small white briefs that Owen had
requested he wear, and then his shorts, and a tank top. He sat down and
pulled on white half-socks and then his tennis shoes, and then walked back
to the mirror to check out his look. He lifted his arms, and relished his
smooth and hairless underarms, and shuddered at the memory of Owen
describing how he would lick him there in that sensitive hollow, and he
felt his small dark nipples stiffen under the tank as he recalled Owen
promising the amazing sensations he would experience as he licked and
sucked the small nubbins, and his penis swelled to erection once more, and
poked obscenely at the silky material of his shorts, causing Jamie to
giggle with nervous anticipation. He flexed his erection, watching it jump
inside the clingy shorts, and he shuddered again as he imagined how
wonderful it was going to be for Owen to lick and suck his penis as he had
promised, and his tender young balls too, a delight that Owen had assured
him would make him crazy, as if he weren't already nearly crazy with pure
lust. Casting another quick glace at his clock, he hurried from his room,
and went out to the garage to collect his skate board, and then hopped
aboard, and pushed off, rolling along the sidewalk to the nearby strip mall
parking lot where he was to meet Owen, and with him, a brand new chapter of
his young life.

   From the directions Jamie had provided online, Owen had located the
strip mall without difficulty and he had then driven to a different section
of town where he paid cash for a room at one of the typical chain motels
favored by business travelers. Comfortable that most of the establishments
other guests would be away in pursuit of their business interests Owen
wasn't particularly concerned with an overabundance of prying eyes that
might become curious regarding a young teen boy entering a motel room with
an adult man. He was fully aware that the room expense might prove a waste
in the event that Jamie ultimately suffered a case of last minute jitters,
or simply failed to show up at all, but he was anxious to minimize his
exposure in the company of the boy should things work out as he very much
hoped they would. He made a brief visit to check out the room, used the
bathroom, and then returned to his car, and drove back to the strip mall,
and parked.

   He sat nervously waiting, the nervousness not stemming from a lack of
earlier experiences with teen boys, but rather from his usual anxiety
surrounding the first few moments of these types of first meetings. The
moment was fraught with a lack of predictability, both in the boys
reactions once he realized that he was no longer engaged in a simple
fantasy, or playing a dirty little game, but was instead making a very real
commitment to engage in sex with a grown man he barely knew. And then there
was always the remote possibility that some random passerby might actually
recognize the boy, and take it upon himself to investigate why he was
sitting in a car with an unknown man. While Owen had never actually
experienced the later, he had on occasion had a boy bolt on him at the last
minute, and those occurrences had left him unsettled for several days
following as he sweated out the boy possibly deciding to tell someone in
authority of his attempt to engage him in less than admirable behavior.

   Movement caught the corner of Owens's eye, and he turned his head to
look at its origin just as a sandy haired teen boy turned his skate board
off the sidewalk to enter the parking lot. His heart skipped at he watched
the boy draw closer to his car, and his eyes moved to execute a quick
appraisal of the seemingly petite youth. He was pretty much average in
height for his age, Owen guessed maybe 5' 6", and slender, maybe 110 pounds
or so. His longish hair style framed a very cute and boyish looking face,
kind of an oval shape that was centered by a small nose dotted with a rash
of tiny freckles that Owen noticed as the boy skidded to a stop next to his
open car window. In a practiced glance Owen assessed the boy again from
this closer perspective, and his well trained eye took note of the exposed
shoulders and arms and the golden suntanned skin that appeared to be
flawless. His gaze dropped briefly as he checked out the intriguing bulges
at the crotch of the boy's shorts, and then the well formed and apparently
hairless legs below the shorts hemline, and then he shifted his eyes to
meet the most stunningly blue eyes he had ever seen. Holding the boys
obviously nervous gaze, he smiled, and greeted the boy, using his name as a
kind of question which earned him a brief nod, and a shy little smile in
return as the boy nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the
other. Owen suggested that Jamie hop in the car so they could talk a bit,
and Jamie quickly skirted the front of the car, and slid into the passenger
door, dropping his board into the back seat.

   They sat silent a moment, each eyeing the other and Owen made an effort
to relax the boy by telling him how glad he was to finally get to meet him
in person, and how he had not done his appearance justice in his online
self description. Jamie did relax some as Owen spoke in a gentle tone, and
he felt his cheeks grow warm with a blush as Owen told him how cute he was,
and how great he looked in his chosen outfit. He turned slightly toward the
man, and looked him over, pleased that he appeared younger than he had
expected, and that he was clean cut looking, and that his smile appeared
warm, and genuine. Jamie dared to let his eyes drop to Owens's body, and he
noted the well defined chest behind the from fitting pull over he wore, and
as his gaze settled briefly on Owens's lap he felt a sharp ping in his
balls as he noted the prominent bulge in the kaki shorts he was wearing,
and then the somewhat hairy legs below. Pulling his gaze back up, he looked
at the still smiling Owen, and he blushed again. Owen chuckled softly, and
then slowly extended his arm, and dropped his hand onto Jamie's thigh, and
gave it a gentle squeeze as he again told him what a fine looking boy he
was, and that he should just relax, he wasn't going to be expected to do
anything he didn't want to do.

   Jamie's penis instantly sprung an erection when Owen touched his thigh,
and he made a small grunting sound as he squeezed it, and then gently ran
his fingers along the soft smooth skin. He shuddered as Owen let his
fingers trail onto his inner thigh, and then slide a little bit higher,
sliding the silky material of his shorts leg high on his thigh to expose a
wide expanse of creamy young thigh. Oh man, thought Jamie, that feels
awesome, and, he is only like maybe an inch from my balls! His desperate
young penis pulsed strongly in its briefs captivity, and Jamie closed his
eyes, as he let his head drop back to the seat behind him. Owen continued
his quiet banter, but Jamie heard none of what he was saying as his total
focus was locked onto the soft hand gently rubbing his inner thigh, and the
heart stopping sensations that coursed through is highly excited body. He
jumped in surprise, emitting a small squeaking noise as Owen lightly
trailed his fingers over his throbbing erection to reach his other thigh,
and then he traced his fingertips along the inside of it before once more
brushing over Jamie's rigid boyhood as he began a back and forth movement,
his hand exploring each creamy thigh in turn with his tantalizing brushing
of Jamie's boner with each pass.

   Jamie could hear his own rapid breathing, and his heart pounded inside
his chest as Owen calmly explored between his wide splayed legs, and he
nearly jumped clear out of his skin as Owen finally let his moving hand
stop directly on his rampant erection, and grip it firmly. His body lit up,
seemingly every nerve ending within him firing off at once, as Owen gently
squeezed his rock hard boyhood as he quietly told him what a big boy he
was, and how very happy he was to know that Jamie was so very excited, and
so very hard, and how he hoped that Jamie didn't mind him touching him
there, because he just couldn't help himself, it looked so touchable
pushing against his shorts the way that it was. Jamie's head was spinning
as he reveled in the man's knowing manipulation of his aching boner, and he
gulped in deep breaths as he numbly nodded his head up and down, suddenly
finding that he had no voice at all. Owen read the clear signals from the
stunned boy and he loosened his grip on the steely hard boyhood to push his
hand down between the boy's thighs. He pushed at one inner thigh firmly,
and Jamie instantly spread his colt-like legs wider apart, allowing Owen to
gently cup the ample pouch of young balls and fondle them as Jamie
shuddered, and emitted low groaning noises from deep in his throat.

   Forcing himself, Owen took a quick glance around outside the car, and he
happily noted the complete lack of any kind of nearby activity in the
nearly deserted strip mall and parking lot, or any sign of any ones
attention. Releasing Jamie's surprisingly hefty balls, Owen resumed his
attention on the throbbing young boy cock that strained at the silky
material of the shorts, and then he leaned close to Jamie's ear where it
lay hidden behind the soft and fragrant hair, and he quietly asked Jamie if
he would show him his big, hard cock. Jamie squeaked again, his head
bobbing a rapid assent to the suggestion, and in a flash he squirmed on the
car seat, as his slender fingers grasped at the elastic of his shorts, and
briefs, and he yanked the front of them outward, and then down to his
slightly bony knees. The boy's perfectly formed erection sprang into view,
all pink and sculpted with a flawlessly shaped circumcised knob topping the
narrow, and probably five inch long shaft, and Owen let out a groan of his
own as he savored the abject beauty of it as it jutted proudly from a small
tuft of very light colored pubic hair. The crinkled scrotum rested below,
apparently hairless, and swollen between the creamy thighs, and Owens's
mouth flooded with saliva as he stared at the delicious looking specimen of
healthy boyhood before him.

    Moving slowly and carefully Owen brought his index finger into contact
with the rigid stalk, and then he slid it along the underside of the very
warm shaft, moving to the slightly purple colored head, where he dragged
his fingertip across the perfect little mushroom several times as Jamie
shuddered in his seat, and groaned repeatedly. Owen fingered Jamie's
hardness several more times making the trip from base to tip, and he
savored the heady aroma of boy scent that seemed to fill the car, and as he
once more swiped his finger over the spongy little knob, Jamie groaned, and
a tear drop of clear boy honey oozed from the tiny slit at its center. Owen
quickly dipped his finger into the slippery fluid, and spread it over the
sensitive knob as Jamie panted loudly, and shuddered once more. Owen lifted
his head and took another glance around outside, and then he once more
wrapped his fist around Jamie's beautiful young penis, and began a steady
up and down stroking of it as the boys slim hips bucked, matching his
rhythm, and Owen reveled in Jamie's ragged breathing and cadence of squeaky
little "oh...oh...oh.." sounds. He hungrily eyed the now nearly constant
oozing from the tiny slit, and he picked up his pace slightly as Jamie
continued his cooing noises and the young and vibrant erection suddenly
spasmed in his grip, and erupted. Jamie let out a long and loud wail and
thrust his small hips sharply forward as his boyhood bucked, and spit forth
a series of creamy white pellets of boy nectar, its volume and force
somewhat taking Owen by surprise as he sat transfixed by the stunning sight
of the young boys strong orgasm.  The streamers of Jamie's sperm sprayed
onto his tank top, and the last few dribbles slid down over Owens's hand as
he continued to milk the boys silky smooth penis, and he sensed the warmth
of the milky fluid on his skin as Jamie finally drained, and slumped back
against the car seat, panting and spent. Owen released the wilting boyhood,
and then raised his cream covered hand to his face, and as Jamie watched
him through hooded eyes, he extended his tongue, and licked away the
slightly nutty tasting offering, relishing its warmth and texture on his
tongue before swallowing it down. Jamie giggled, his little freckled nose
wrinkling briefly, and then he broke into a huge grin, as he uttered what
was nearly the first word he had spoken since getting into the car, as he
exclaimed,

   "Holy shit Owen...that was...freaking awesome!"

(To Be Continued)
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