Date: Sat, 19 Sep 1998 01:22:27 GMT
From: Mikey_Mark@hotmail.com (Mikey Mark)
Subject: Josh in the Park (M/t oral)

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic
sex between consenting teenaged males.  If you are offended by such
material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material please
do not read any further.  All persons and events depicted in the following
story are entirely fictitious.  Any resemblance to those living or dead is
purely coincidental and a product of the author's over-active imagination.


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   "Josh in the Park"

    by Mikey Mark


* * *


I was living alone in a small high-rise apartment building right in the
heart of downtown.  It was an absolutely beautiful summer morning.  As was
my usual weekend custom, I had gone for a long leisurely walk after a late
breakfast.  After stopping by a store for the weekend edition of the
newspaper, I headed for my favorite walking destination.  There was a huge
park bordering on a wooded ravine valley with a couple of really great
places to sit down and relax.  The place was criss-crossed with bicycle
paths and had a large recreation center with tennis courts, public swimming
pool and well-kept sporting fields.

With a view of the sport fields in the distance, I sat under a willow tree
on a perfectly placed park bench.  There was an old paved bicycle path that
ran close by, but most serious cyclists chose the more well paved route
rather than that particularly forgotten pitted and potted surface.  Thus it
was quite right for a walk with distracted thoughts without the usual horns,
beeps and excuse-me's that make for a walk on the more well traveled routes
in and around the park.

The only real drawback about the place was that people could come up from
behind your view and startle you if your hearing is anything less than
perfect.  Despite the forlorn state of the path and the distance from the
center of the parks attractions, there was always somebody coming by,
usually walking a dog, to shake me out of my silent pleasures of a simple
cigarette or the reading of a newspaper and greet me with a "Lovely morning
isn't it?" and walk on after being assured by me that it is indeed.  To add
even a single additional word to these exchanges is to invite an added
analysis of the weather patterns over the last few days, weeks or years.
The small groups of kids that came by on a cross-the-park short-cut to the
park's recreation center usually announced their presence loud in advance
but never spoke to me.  The silent huffing and thudding of the joggers
wasn't really a disturbance at all.

So it was that I was sitting there on my favorite bench, smoking a
cigarette, intent on reading some "in-depth" article when a voice disturbed
me.

"Can I bum a smoke?"

This was one other small annoyance of a city park.  There were always beggar
and bums laying about.  However, on that extraordinary morning, the voice
that caught my surprise was not old and grizzled, but young, fresh and
happy.

I fear I made a practical fool of myself right there and then when I turned
to look at him, and if any of my closest friends had seen my reaction they
would have laughed with comic delight.  The young lad, who was standing
there patiently awaiting some form of response to his request, didn't seem
to notice anything at all...or perhaps he read me instantly, I don't know.

As far as I was concerned, my regularly recurring and most passionately held
fantasies had always revolved around the lean, smooth, hard bodies of blond
haired teenage males.  And there was one of the most perfect examples of
this rare breed standing no more than four feet away from me.

I couldn't or wouldn't dare trust my voice to speak.  For other people, it
might be as though Marilyn Monroe or Christine Brinkley or Madonna had just
walked up and started talking to you.  I was awestruck at the erotic and
sensual beauty of his face and form, as well as that fantastically potent
combination of innocent beauty and suggested sexual energies all delivered
with a casual air of absolute and supposed ignorance of their potential
effect on otherwise even-headed and mature older men sitting on park
benches.  I fumbled with my cigarette package and proffered him my lighter
as well.  My newspaper got caught by a breeze and I scrambled to gather it
back together all the while my young friend 'flicked my bic'.

Once I had my newspaper safely under my arm, I awkwardly accepted my
cigarette package back and then my lighter.  As he did this, he said "Thanks
man!" and I, in a moment of desperation at the thought of him walking away
as silently as he came, reached down and pulled up my courage and with far
too feeble voice offered "You could have just about anything you want you
know...".

As I suspected, he was about to move on, but with my words he stopped and
turned towards me.   He was dressed in a typical teenage slovenly way.  His
low-slung and well worn blue jeans were torn in several places exposing his
colorful boxers shorts underneath, or in someplaces, naked flesh.  His
T-shirt would have fit a seven foot tall guy who weighed 350 pounds.  On
this skinny kid, the sleeves hung past his elbows and the extra-wide neck
opening exposed a lovely tanned collar bone and half of his shoulder as
well.  He was a picture of pure and proud teenaged indifference and careless
beauty.

"Ya what?"

Finding my voice, "I said, you could have just about anything you like.
That was my answer to your question".

"Which was?"

"You asked if you could have a cigarette.  That was my answer."

"Are you freakin' nuts or something?"

"No, I'm just an average guy sitting on a park bench who just happens to
have an obscure but consistent attraction towards handsome young guys who
look like you".

"You are freakin' nuts!"

"Yes, but you are stunningly handsome".  I knew that young guys hate being
called "cute".  Its what they are, but they hate being called it.  Teenagers
also always love being told that they look older than they really are.  In
reality, it is the fact that they look younger than they really are that
makes them so attractive.

My ploy worked and the boy continued to stand there, drawing on his
cigarette and not really looking at me, but not leaving either.  Feeling
empowered by my success so far, I asked if he lived nearby and was greeted
with the kid's life story.  His name was Josh and he lived with his mother
and sister and brother and half-brother and half-sister.  His mother was
divorced from the first father and was now separated from the second.  She
worked as a waitress, drank alot and was always bringing home different men.
They lived in a three bedroom townhouse on the other side of the park and
Josh said he hated the place.

I immediately felt sorry for the boy and asked what I could do for him to
help is life along.  I couldn't promise (or deliver) the moon, but I wanted
to help him.  I also wanted to suck his young cock, but that went without
saying...

"I need a job man"

"How would you like a blow-job?"

This cracked him up as he figured I was joking.  I wasn't.

"I'm serious.  I'll give you a job getting blow-jobs."

"How much does it pay?", he asked with a mischievous grin.

"The pay isn't much, but there are excellent opportunities for advancement
and the benefits are pretty good."

"How much does it pay?", has asked again, still grinning proudly.
Persistence is a good sign though.

"Well, I suppose I could afford to pay you $20 per load of cum that you
shoot, anytime you like and as often as you like.  You can set your own
workload and weekly paycheck so to speak."

"Are you serious?", he asked with an unbelieving look on his face.

"Yes, I am perfectly serious.  Are you interested?"

"Sure, why not?  It sounds like a pretty easy job to me!  When do I start?"

"How about now?  We can head over to my apartment."

With that, my new 'employee' got up and we headed to my place.  It wasn't
far at all and we were upstairs in my living room before you know it.

"Cool place man"

"Thanks...you can put on whatever you like on the stereo.  There are lots of
CD's in the cupboard beside the stereo.  I'm grabbing a drink, would you
like something?"

"Sure man, what have you got?"

Ignoring the stereo, he got up and followed me into the kitchen.  I opened
the door of the refrigerator to grab a couple of cokes or something, but
Josh spotted my stock of beer and asked for one of those instead.

"As I said, the 'fringe benefits are pretty good'"

This brought a smile to his beautiful face and he took the beer from my hand
and opened it like a kid with Christmas toy.

"So how old are you anyway?".  I had to ask.

"How old do you think I am?"

"I'd say you are about sixteen or seventeen", I lied.

"Yeah?  You think so?  I'm actually only fourteen."

I acted surprised and incredulous, "Really?".

"Yeah, but don't worry, I've drank lots of beer before"

"Have you ever been given a blow-job before?"

"Yeah, a couple of times..."

"Would you like one now?"

"Sure"

With that and a cocky grin, I motioned for young Josh to follow me into the
bedroom.

"Do you want me to take off all of my clothes or just undo my pants?"

The kid blew me away!  "I want you to take your clothes off".

He didn't make much of a fuss about it either.  He drew his oversized
T-shirt up over his head and then got down on one knee to undo his running
shoe laces.  When he stood up again he stepped out of his shoes and undid
the button on his jeans and slid them down to his knees.  He stopped there
to look up at me and gave a bashful smile.  He was absolutely fucking
delicious and was relishing every minute.  Once he had his jeans off
completely, he stood there in his boxer shorts and socks.

"Do you want me to take my socks off?"

"Yeah, sure, why not?   I want to see you completely naked"

"Okay"

With that, he bent down and removed each sock one by one.  When he stood up
again he asked me if I was ready.

"I'm ready".  Boy was I ready.  By the looks of the kid's erection pressing
out inside his boxers, I'd say he looked fairly ready himself.  Just like
the rest of his clothes, Josh whipped them off quickly and standing naked in
front of me, he took my breath away.  He had a lovely bronze tan all over
except for his middle section which was in stark relief and drew attention
toward his beautiful seven inch pole of an erection.

"Holy shit!  That is a mighty fine cock for such a young guy like yourself!"

Embarrassed or encouraged by my remarks, he blushed and started to wave his
dick around.  I could stand it no longer and dropped to my knees to take him
into my mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh"

He moaned like a virgin discovering the pleasure of his first blow-job.  His
dick was absolutely beautiful.  It was perfectly straight and with a well
sculpted head.  It pointed upwards at a forty-five degree angle.  He had a
nice pair of balls hanging loosely underneath and just the beginning sprouts
of light brown pubic hair at the base of his long slim prick.  It was pure
paradise as his smooth and slender cock easily slipped down my throat and I
buried my nose in his sparse adolescent patch of pubic hair.  He even
smelled delicious.

The aroma of his pubes in combination with his tender beauty was
intoxicating and I went nuts on his cock, sucking like a greedy queen.  I
should have taken my time and made it last, but I couldn't help myself.  I
had to suck him and once I had his dick in my mouth I had to make him cum.
Sure enough, about a minute after my nose first touched his pubic hair, Josh
erupted with wild teenaged abandon.  He thrashed about and his whole body
went into spasms.  All I could do was just hold on to his butt and swallow
load after load of hot boyish cream to keep from choking on it all.

When he finally finished twitching and squirting, I could feel his dick
slowly soften in my mouth.  Grudgingly, I let his tender and softening dick
slip out of my mouth and I wiped my face from the cum and saliva that was
dripping from my chin.

"That was delicious!"

"Oh fuck man, that was fucking fantastic!"

"I gather you like your first day on the job?"

"Oh fuck man, its GREAT"

With that, we headed back to the living room to our beers and sat down to
listen to some music.  I gave Josh his $20 and he beamed as I handed it to
him.

"I can't believe that you're actually PAYING ME to suck on my dick"

"Yeah, well, I can't believe that you are so young and so beautiful and that
your dick is so big and that your cum tastes so good and, and, and..."

"Okay...I get the picture!"

Josh came back over to my apartment about three days later.  He looked
seriously fashionable in a pair of dark sunglasses and a backwards baseball
cap along with the rest of his usual attire.

"Hey man, I'm here for my job!"

We wasted no time at all and headed straight for the bedroom.  This time
Josh stripped down without asking me anything.  Standing there stark naked
and wearing nothing but his wristwatch, I was once again overcome by his
youthful beauty and fantastic young cock!


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