Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 05:14:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Just Like Old Times 1

Just Like Old Times - Part 1

Time: Late Summer, 1990

Dusk was turning to darkness as the man drove past the row house
where he'd spent the first 13 years of his childhood.  He didn't
stop, though.  He didn't know anyone who lived in the old
neighborhood anymore.  It had been 25 years since his father had
gotten the job promotion that took the family to a new home,
400 miles away.  And it was only a year ago that the man had
moved his own family back to this city of his birth.

The neighborhood was more run-down than when he'd left in 1965,
but it hadn't become a dangerous slum... unlike so many other
residential areas near the city's urban core.

As the tall trees of Swift Creek Park came into view, the man
felt a sudden spike in the adrenalin that had been flowing
through his body since he had set out from home, 20 minutes ago.
His penis was stiffening, and he adjusted it in his khakis.
His hand lingered, gently squeezing the hard 6-inch cock.

There was an almost-magical transition from the gritty streets of
the working-class neighborhood to the green solitude of the large
woodland park.  He opened the windows of the Lexus sedan and
breathed the warm, humid air of the summer evening.  The scent
was a sensory flashback to his childhood.

He turned onto Swift Creek Drive -- the two-lane road that
meandered through the middle of the park.  Soon he passed a car
pulled over to the side.  A teenage boy was leaning in through
the passenger-side window to talk to the driver.  The man looked
in his rear-view mirror and saw the boy get into the car.

"Yes... that's all there is to it... no need to be so anxious,"
the man assured himself as he squeezed his throbbing erection
again.

What was it about being in this city that made the urge burn so
strongly?  All through his high school and college years, through
his 20s and most of the way through his 30s, he had held the
urges in check... confining them to the safety of his
masturbation fantasies.  But ever since he'd moved back here,
settling with his wife and two young kids in an upscale suburb on
the other side of town, the itch had become so strong that he
began taking risks.  Arranging encounters with anonymous men had
been surprisingly easy.  Answering ads in the "personals" section
of the alternative paper, and eventually placing ads himself, had
tapped into a world of married bisexuals in search of discrete
gay sex.  He'd gotten together with "suck-buddies" once or twice
a month for nearly a year... but never more than once with the
same man.  Whenever he was asked "Can we do this again?" (and
nearly all of his partners had asked), he declined.  He had no
desire for a relationship... just the sex.

The secretive meetings in cheap motel rooms had definitely been
erotic... getting naked and wrestling around playfully on the
bed... kissing, stroking, sucking... the thrill of having hot
semen pulsing into his mouth ... receiving oral sex that was
indescribably better than his wife's reluctant efforts.  But each
time, the euphoria wore off quickly, because there was a
disconnect between these encounters and his sexual cravings.
In the masturbation fantasies, he wasn't with another man... he
was with a boy.

His imagination kept returning to the boys who had shared his
early-adolescent sex play, during the last 6 months or so before
he moved away.  His memories centered primarily on Bobby, his 13-
year-old classmate and best friend... the boy with whom he'd gone
the farthest in their mutual exploration of sexuality.  But there
others with whom he had shared sexual fun... like the cute
12-year-old twins who lived next door.  And the sexy and self-
confident 14-year-old who had been the original instigator of the
wonderful sex games.  In all, there had been a dozen or so
neighborhood boys of similar ages that had been involved in the
fun, to a greater or lesser degree.

Adventures of sexual discovery were burned into the man's memory.
He could close his eyes and see himself with a group of his
friends, getting together in the basement at Bobby's house while
his parents were at work, playing strip poker games and feeling
up each other's impossibly-stiff erections.  And he could
probably still find the secluded area of Swift Creek Park where
neighborhood boys got together for circle jerks on summer
nights... sometimes as many as 10 at a time, watching each other
stroke and shoot.  And then there were the private one-on-one
times with Bobby... two naked 13-year-old bodies hugging each
other atop a twin bed or on the soft ground of the forest
floor... two throbbing boy-boners humping together urgently...
mutual masturbation that climaxed in blissful orgasms and wild
sprays of youthful semen... the hesitant experiments with the
taboo thrill of cock sucking... the kisses they had shared, for
the first time, on the night before his departure.  Years later,
as the man sank into the routines of middle-age, he realized that
the exhilaration he had felt during those 6 months of innocent,
uninhibited sexuality was more intensely satisfying than anything
he had felt since.

That phase of his life had ended abruptly after his family's
move.  The new friends in his new home town never talked about
sex between two boys... except in derogatory jokes about faggots.
But he cheerfully joined in their obsession with girly magazines
and their constant talk about trying to get some action from
girls.  He shared their desire to do sexual things with a girl,
though he was too shy to pursue the matter.  He knew, however,
that he'd instantly get a reputation as a faggot if he so much as
mentioned any of the homoerotic thoughts that churned in his
imagination as he masturbated, alone in his room.

The man had never seriously considered the possibility that he
would ever again do sexual things with a boy.  But that changed
in an instant when one of the suck-buddies had mentioned in
passing about the pick-up scene in Swift Creek Park... and that
you could sometimes pick up boys who traded sex for money.
Since then, hardly an hour went by when his mind didn't stray
into fantasies of what it might be like to pick up a young
hustler, pay him some money, and...

As the car slowly rounded a bend on the dimly-lit park road, the
man saw a figure standing along the sidewalk. Not under a street
light, but not totally in the shadows either.  Definitely a boy.
What did he look like?  How old was he? Was he looking to be
picked up?

The man slowed down even more.  The boy was looking at him, but
there was a neutral expression on his face.  He was wearing
jeans and a tight tee-shirt.  Slender; maybe 5'3" [160 cm];
dark-haired "Mediterranean" looks.

Could this be it?  Should I just pull over beside him and stop?
Was the boy supposed to make some sort of signal?  The man's mind
buzzed with excitement and apprehension.  He realized that he
knew nothing about how this process actually worked.  Why hadn't
he asked the suck-buddy for more details?

The man's heart was pounding in his chest.  He wanted to stop,
but what if the boy wasn't a hustler after all?  With the car
practically beside him, the boy stuck out his thumb as if
hitchhiking.  The man quickly stopped.  The boy walked up to the
window and looked in, but said nothing.

"Uh... you want a ride?" asked the man, unable to think of
anything else to say.

"OK." The boy slid into the passenger seat.  The man got a good
look at him before the car's overhead light clicked off as the
boy closed the door.  He was pleasant-looking, with soulful dark
eyes and long lashes, a sensuous mouth, and unblemished skin.
How old... 12? 13? 14?  He had scraggly black hair that hadn't
seen a barber for a while.  He might not be conventionally
"cute", but the man felt an instant and intense attraction.

"So... where you headed?" asked the man after long moments of
uncomfortable silence.  The car was still stopped at the curb.

"No place in particular, I guess," the boy replied quietly. "How
about you?" He looked over at the man and gave a sly half-grin.
His voice was at that awkward mid-way point between a youngster's
soprano and an older lad's tenor.

"I'm just driving around."  The man pulled away from the curb and
started driving deeper into the park.  "So... uh... I guess
you're interested in making some money?"

"Yeah."

"How about if we..."

"I'm not gay," blurted the boy suddenly, his voice cracking a
bit.  "I mean," he continued in a calmer voice; "just so you know
up front.  I have a girlfriend, ya know."

"I'm not gay either," said the man.

For an instant the boy's face made a smirk, as if to say 'yeah;
right!'  Then he assumed a serious expression and said "I don't
suck or make out, and I don't take it in the ass.  If you want
any of that stuff, I'll just get out now."

"OK.  That's cool."  He would have loved to kiss the boy... those
full lips were wonderfully erotic.  And he always appreciated
getting sucked.  As for fucking, he had never tried it with a
guy, either top or bottom.  He'd always declined when one of his
suck-buddies had raised the subject.  "How much do you charge
to... uh...."

"You want to suck me off?" asked the boy.  The man nodded; that
was exactly what he wanted.  "If we do it around here it's $20,
paid up front.  If you want to take me someplace, it's more...
depends where you want to go and for how long."

The man contemplated the idea of taking the boy to one of the
motels where he met men for sex, but decided that the dangers of
discovery were too great.

"Let's stay around here.  Where should we go?"

"Turn off your headlights and hang a right into this picnic area.
You can park behind the pavilion.  Nobody'll see your car from
the road."

As the man pulled off the main road and swung behind the big
open-air pavilion, he heard the sound of a zipper.  He glanced
over and in the dim light saw the boy raising his hips to slide
his jeans and underpants down his thighs a few inches.

"Wanna feel me up?"

The man turned off the ignition and reached over into the boy's
lap.  His fingers touched soft, warm flesh, and he stopped
breathing for a long moment as he carefully explored the flaccid
circumcised penis and silky ball-sack. Both seemed well along
into pubescence.

"Oh, yeah!" sighed the man, as the boy's penis quickly rose up in
response to his fondling, stiffening to a slender 5-inch boner.
His mouth watered as he twisted around in his seat so that he
could suck the wonderful boy-cock, barely visible in the dim
light of a half-moon.

"Let's get someplace more comfortable," said the boy. "Back seat?
Outside?"

"Yeah; that would be good.  How about outside so I can see
better."

"I need the $20 now; OK?"

"Sure."  The man pulled out the money and handed it over.

"Ya better turn off the overhead light.  Ya don't want a light
shining when we open the doors."

The man reached up and clicked the switch on the dome light, and
then got out of the car.

The boy opened the door and swung his legs to the side.  He slid
off his shoes -- untied, with the laces tucked in -- and then
removed his jeans and underpants completely.  He put his shoes
back on, stood up, and  pulled his tee-shirt up over his head.

'He's beautiful!' thought the man, as he gazed at the boy's naked
body in the glow of moonlight.

The boy walked around to the back of the car, carrying his
clothing with him.  He hopped up on short trunk lid and lay back
against the back window with his legs spread and his head resting
on one of his forearms.  He slowly stroked his penis, keeping it
totally rigid as he waited to be sucked.  The man came around and
paused, marveling at the vision of boyhood beauty.  He could see
every detail in this light.

'Damn!' thought the man.  He looks just like Bobby!  Not his
face, but the body.  The strong shoulders.  The wiry muscles of
his arms.  The tiny stiff nipples set in almost invisible tan
discs on his smooth chest.  The tight waist, with only enough
softness to keep him from looking undernourished.  And, as the
boy stopped stroking himself and brought both hands behind his
head.... oh, God, yes!... the most perfectly formed boy-cock, and
a loose, compact scrotum with three-quarters-mature balls.
There was a small, sparse fringe of dark hairs at the base of the
penis, looking if they had sprouted only in the past couple
months, but his body was otherwise hairless.

As he ran his hands over the boy's body, the man giddily realized
that this lad was even sexier than any of the images his
imagination had manufactured over the years.  As his fingers
lovingly fondled the ball-sack and stiff penis, he trembled with
the anticipation of the boyish erection sliding through his lips
and along his tongue.  But first he continued his exploration
down the gorgeous body, caressing the soft, slender thighs and
the peach-fuzz-covered calves.

"Can I take off your shoes?"

"Yeah; for a while.  But then I wanna put them back on, in case I
need to make a run for the woods....  You know; if the cops come
back here."

The man decided not to dwell on the thought of the police finding
them like this.  Instead, he concentrated on the boy's bare feet
as he removed the shoes (Air Jordans -- very expensive!).  The
boy wore no socks, and the man began fondling the almost-delicate
feet... smooth, graceful, not yet full-grow.  As the man caressed
one of the bare feet with both hands, the boy brought the other
one up to the man's crotch and rubbed it back and forth against
the firm erection inside his pants.  The man undid his khakis,
pulled his trousers and undershorts down to his knees, and
groaned with lust as the boy's toes tickled the sensitive flesh
of the circumcised cock-head and slid up and down the shaft.

"Let me show you something," said the boy, pulling his foot from
the man's hands.  He brought both bare feet together on either
side of the man's cock, the soles pressing together and the
erection sandwiched in between. "Go ahead... fuck my feet."

The man thrust his hips gently and was incredibly aroused by the
electric pleasure as his cock slid between the warm, baby-soft
skin on the arches of the sexy feet.  He began a slow, rhythmic
fucking, as his fingers caressed the tops of the feet and the
slender toes.  As he rocked his stiff penis back and forth, the
man was almost overwhelmed by this new sexual thrill.

After a couple minutes, the boy put his feet down.  "Too much of
a strain to hold them like that.  Wanna suck me now?"

"Yes!" sighed the man, as he placed the shoes back on the boy's
feet.

And then he leaned forward.  His fingers slid up along the satin
skin of the boy's inner thighs, explored the soft scrotum and the
boyish orbs within, and encircled the graceful 5-inch erection,
stroking it slowly and gently.

The man's head dipped down.  He inhaled the scent of the boy's
crotch -- an intoxicating combination of soap-smell, sweat, and
subtle musk.  His tongue flicked out to tease the slender
cock-head, then drew a wet line down the shaft.  Lifting the
boy's balls, he licked and nibbled at the silky ball-sack and
explored each robin's-egg ball with his lips.  Then he licked his
way back up the rigid penis to the slender crown and let it glide
between his wet lips.  Time stood still for him; everything else
ceased to exist as his lips and tongue began to worship the
rigid cock with a reverence that approached religious fervor.
His fantasies of what it would be like to suck a young boy's
stiff penis hadn't even come close to the equaling the ecstatic
pleasure of actually doing it.  He sucked Bobby's erection a few
times, 25 years ago, but back then he'd had little appreciation
for the total sensual delight of sucking a hard boy-cock.

The man moaned in grateful, hungry whimpers as his mouth moved up
and down along the entire length of the slender shaft, easily
taking it into the entrance of his throat with each down-stroke.
The man did everything he could think of to bring increasing
pleasure to the boy, twisting his head from side to side as he
sucked, letting the boy's cock-head graze the roof of his mouth,
burrowing the tip of his tongue into the piss-slit.

The boy brought his hands to the man's head, sliding his fingers
through the hair, subtly guiding the tempo of the man's sucking.
The boy's hips began to twitch, making little upward thrusts each
time the man's mouth slid down to the base of the rigid erection.

The man reached down between the boy's splayed legs and cupped
the boy's butt cheeks in his hands... the youngster's ass was so
smooth, rounded, slender.  The boy's hips responded by thrusting
a little harder, and the man felt the ass muscles flex with each
thrust.  The lad made no sounds, other than quick deep breaths,
as the tension began to build inside him.  When he brought his
legs up onto the man's shoulders, he began to hump his crotch
into the man's mouth, and his hands held tighter to the man's
head.

The man thought for a moment about sliding a spit-slick finger
into the boy's rectum, rubbing the prostate and sending the kid
into orgasmic nirvana.  He'd learned the technique months ago,
and each man he'd used it on had been delighted with the
explosive result.  But he realized the boy would likely be
squeamish about a customer penetrating his anus, so he discarded
the notion.  He continued to fondle and squeeze the sexy butt
cheeks, feeling the tension in them, feeling each urgent thrust.

The boy was now fucking the man's face intensely, groping for the
release of orgasm.  The slender erection churned wildly into the
man's mouth.  The man wouldn't have been able to take it if he
were sucking a thick man-cock.  But now, with this boy, it was
perfect... it was heaven.

The boy was close... so close.  The man suctioned hard with his
cheeks and the boyish boner raced in and out of his wet lips.  He
squeezed hard on the boy's butt-flesh as he felt the boy's
muscles go rigid.  And for the first time the boy vocalized his
pleasure, as the wave of sexual climax crashed through him.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! AHHHHH!" Not loudly, but music to the man's ears.

A spurt of cum shot hard into the man's mouth, as if from a gun.
It was followed quickly by two more.  There wasn't as much volume
as with a man, but the velocity was astounding.  The man slowed
his sucking as spasms shuddered through the boy's body, and he
savored the taste of the sweet boy-cum.

"Enough!  It's too intense! Stop sucking," begged the boy.  He
caught his breath for a moment and hopped off the car. "Jesus!...
Fuckin' shit, dude! That was a good one!"  He reached for his
shirt and slid it on.

"Glad you liked it."

The man's pants where still around his knees.  His cock was still
rigid, even though he hadn't touched it the whole time he was
sucking.  He started to masturbate.

"Could you... uh... would you stay naked for a while, so I can
look at you while I get off?"  The man knew that sounded queer
and hoped the boy wouldn't take offense.

"No prob," said the boy, pulling the shirt off again.  "For that
matter, I'll give you a hand-job if you like.  I won't suck you,
though."

"Sure!" said the man, and he waited to see how the boy would want
to do it.

"Strip," said the boy, in a firm voice.  The man's arousal was
heightened by the hint of dominance/submission play, and he
hastened to pull off his polo shirt, his khakis, and his boxers.
He stood nude before the boy, knowing that his body was in
excellent condition for a 38-year-old.  He put his hands behind
his head and flexed.  The boy's eyes scanned up and down, for
several long moments.  "You do weights or something?"

"Yes; running too."

The boy, still naked except for shoes, reached out to touch the
man.  His hands slid along the flexing biceps and then onto the
man's muscled chest.  The boy's fingers explored the stiff, manly
nipples and soft chest hair... then trailed down the torso to the
man's crotch.  Finger tips lifted the full balls as if weighing
them, then traced over the veined surface of the man's erection.
Finally his hand squeezed it lightly, assessing its girth.

"Nice one," murmured the boy, as he began stroking the thick
6-inch cock and toyed with the flared cock-head, causing a drop
to form at the slit.  Then he moved around behind the man, still
holding the boner in his right hand, and wrapped his arms around
the man's mid-section.  His left hand took hold of the man's
balls.  The man felt his knees go weak as the boy began
masturbating in firm strokes and gently squeezing his balls.

"Lean against the car," the boy directed.  "You know, like when
the cops say 'assume the position'."

The man didn't care for the little joke about the police, but he
complied instantly, placing his hands on the car's trunk with his
ass raised up as if waiting to be spanked.

"Bend your knees some more, and get your ass a little lower,"
instructed the boy.  When the man hunched down, the lad's crotch
pushed up against the man's ass.  The man could feel the soft
penis pressing against him, and he loved the sensations of the
skin-on-skin contact.  His desire was growing stronger with each
stroke of the boy's fist, and he thrust his hips back in time
with the masturbation.

Then he realized that the boy's penis was stiffening as it humped
the man's butt, first sliding along the bottom behind the man's
balls, then up along the cleft of the cheeks.  The virility of
the boy's cock, with its ability to regain a full erection only
minutes after orgasm, amazed the man.

"Want me to fuck you?" asked the boy, as his rigid boner nudged
the man's anus.

"Yes!" answered the man without hesitation, to his own surprise.
"Yes; fuck me!"  Though he'd never been fucked, the man had
plenty of experience with fingers (his own and other men's) in
his asshole.  He'd even bought a dildo-shaped vibrator and used
it on himself for a while, before discarding it for fear of his
wife discovering it.

The boy stopped masturbating the man's cock, and the man heard
him spitting.  A few moments later, the boy's hand was in front
of the man's face. "Spit," said the boy.  The hand went away,
then returned.  "More spit."  This time, the saliva-covered
fingers went to the man's anus, probing roughly into the circle
of muscle.

"Here goes," said the boy, and he positioned his cock-head at the
anal entrance.  The man flexed open just as the boy thrust
forward forcefully, and the slender spit-slick boner penetrated
almost to the hilt.

The man winced at the sudden discomfort, but as the boy's stiff
penis began sliding in and out, a warm pleasure spread out from
his tight hole and stoked his lust.  He reached down and began
masturbating himself, as the boy wrapped his arms around the
man's chest and began thrusting vigorously.  The man pushed his
ass back every time the boy's crotch thrust forward.

"Oh, God!  Fuck me!  Oh, yes!  Oh!  Oh, God!  Do it!" urged the
man in pleading tones, as he stroked himself harder.  His entire
body was churning with pleasure as he desperately jacked his
penis, rushing himself to orgasm, with no patience to slow down
and make it last.  His cock was ready to burst, and he was
compulsively driven to make it achieve that goal.  The boy's
fuck-strokes were similarly without moderation, plowing fast and
hard into the man's tight, hot ass.

The man was the first to cum, crying out with shameless ecstasy.
"Oh, shit!  Yes!  Here it cums!  Oh!  OH!  YESSSS!!!"

As the boy continued to fuck him, the man let fly a rope of semen
that splattered the license plate of his car.  His anal muscle
clenched spasmodically around the boy-cock that was thrusting
into him wildly.  The man's body and mind were ablaze with pure
animal lust as his orgasm seemed to go on and on, spurred by the
hard shaft churning in his rectum.

The man only became aware that the boy had orgasmed when the
thrusting stopped.  There were no shouts or groans... only the
sound of ragged breathing and the thudding of a rapid heartbeat
as the boy's chest pressed tightly against the man's back.
The youthful erection slipped out of the asshole, and both man
and boy sighed, simultaneously.

Maybe it was his imagination, but the man thought he could feel
the boy's lips pressing lightly against him... a soft kiss
between his shoulder blades.  But when the man reached up to hold
the boy's hands in his own, the boy pulled back, suddenly in a
hurry to end the encounter.

The man stood up and turned around.  The boy had picked up the
man's boxers off the ground and was using them to clean himself
off, then tossed them to the man.

"That was cool!" said the boy as he pulled on his white briefs.
"I've never fucked a grown-up before... just a couple buddies in
the neighborhood."  He had a wistful look on his face that
suddenly turned flustered.  "And my girlfriend, too, of course."

The man resisted the urge to smile.  He understood all too well
the boy's insecurities about sexuality.

As the man dressed, he took out his wallet and pulled out another
$20 bill, handing it to the boy.

"You don't need to do that," said the boy.

"It's a gift, just because I like you."

"In that case, sure.  Thanks!"  He took the bill and stuffed it
in his pocket.

"By the way, my name is Bill," said the man, holding out his hand
to shake.

"I'm Bobby," said the boy, taking the hand and pressing it.

The man felt a warm glow. "Bobby, huh?  It's a nice name."

"I guess."

"How old are you, Bobby... if you don't mind me asking."

"Thirteen."

The man couldn't help but smile.  This was so perfect!

"Where do you want me to drop you off," asked Bill as he opened
the car door.

"I'll just walk," said Bobby.

"Can we do this again?"

"Sure.  Just drive along the park road in the evening when the
weather's nice.  Maybe I'll be out here lookin' for work.  Just
be sure and have the money... OK?"  He winked and smiled.  Then
he turned and walked off through the picnic area, and in an
instant he was swallowed by the darkness.

"Feels like old times," the man murmured to himself as he started
the car.  He glowed with a feeling of exhilaration and total
satisfaction, unlike anything he'd known since he was 13 years
old himself.  "Yeah; just like old times."

End of Part 1

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