Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2009 13:00:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: dws202 <dws202@yahoo.com>
Subject: Magic Lotion

Disclaimer: All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction
based on some true recollections from my youth. If you don?t like, don?t
read it. If you do, give me a shout out.

At the age of 14 I had had a few experiences with the kid down the street
who was also my age?playing around, kid stuff, some groping and exploring,
a little oral. We were too green to know exactly what to do and I don?t
think he was as into it as I was, just curious. I was more than curious,
though. I was blazing with young hormones and ready to go a lot further,
but of course finding an outlet for that wasn?t easy. I did manage to get
my hands on a porno mag that summer that had mostly straight but some bi
stories and photos. I spent a lot of time wanking to the bi stuff and
fantasizing, reading about things I hadn?t done but made me horny as hell,
especially anal.

The next door neighbors, an older couple that my family knew fairly well,
announced their plans to travel for the whole summer and that their son,
whom we hadn't met, would be staying at the house and looking after things
while they were away. A few weeks later the son, Jay, moved in. He was
around 40, a little pudgy and hair already thinning at the top- definitely
not like the hot guys in those dirty pics in the magazine, but there was no
ring on his finger either and his parents didn't talk about him much, so I
started to wonder about him.  The Saturday after his parents left Jay was
out watering the back lawn while I played around in our yard and we greeted
each other. He asked if I wanted to earn a few extra bucks helping him move
a few things in from his car and I said sure. We moved some boxes and
office equipment into the bedroom, and I helped him set up some of it so he
could work there on the weekends.

Like I said, he was no model but I wasn't picky, and I definitely sensed a
vibe off him, like he was checking me out and sizing me up for something.
Whatever it was it made me even hornier than I usually was, and I guess a
bit bolder as I was usually a very shy kid. On our way out of the bedroom
after we finished I bumped against the nightstand by the bed and knocked
over a tube of something I hadn't seen before, so I asked him if it was
lotion or something.  "Yeah, it's a special lotion called KY," he answered.
When I asked him what it was for he got a sparkle in his eye and as he
replaced the tube he said, "it's magic." We both laughed at that, and I
went home. But I couldn't shake the feeling that he was making some kind of
overture to me, and something about his ordinary appearance and age made it
all the more intriguing to me. Was this guy into other guys like me, and
was he looking to do things with me like those guys in the magazine? I
wasn't sure, but it gave me a lot to fantasize about in my many wank
sections for the next few days.

I saw Jay again in the yard later that week, I was out of school and he was
working at home, and we chatted a bit. He invited me in for a cold drink,
and in his parents tiny house the one bedroom was visible through the hall
from the kitchen. I saw the tube again, the bedroom door being open, and I
asked him about his "magic" lotion. He said he would be happy to let me use
it if I wanted but he would have to show me how, and he didn't have time
right then.  Any chance I could drop over later that night, or did my
parents not want me to go out at night? I wasn't supposed to but liked to
sneak out my bedroom window as often as I could, just to wander around in
the yard and immediate block after my parents were asleep. So I said sure,
I'd try, and waited very impatiently for the rest of the day and evening as
I could sense something was going to happen that night, though I couldn't
quite figure out what.

Once I was sure my folks were asleep I checked the house next door and
Jay's lights were on, so I snuck out and went to his back door and knocked
softly. He let me in and we exchanged pleasantries, then he asked if I
still wanted to try that magic lotion. I said I guess so, but what does it
do? "Follow me," he said, and we went into the bedroom and closed the
door. "Are you sure you want to try this,?" he asked. Yeah, as long as it
doesn?t hurt or anything, I said.  No no, he said chuckling, it's not
anything like that. In fact, this stuff makes you feel really nice if you
just let it work. "You trust me, right?" he asked with a grin. Sure, I
said. OK, he replied, just lie down on the bed and I'll show you how this
works. He turned off the lights as I lay down, and then pulled up a chair
next to the bed. When he spoke, his voice was thick and cracked, and his
breath came in quick bursts. "You?ll have to get undressed to try this," he
whispered. "Is that OK with you?" I knew then that whatever I had sensed
was real, that I was being led into something much less innocent than it
had sounded, and it made me incredibly aroused. I removed my tee shirt,
shorts and underpants quickly, and asked what I should do then.  "Just lie
there and I'll do the rest," he croaked, as his voice cracked with
anticipation and lust.  From the streetlight coming through the window I
could see him unscrew the cap on the tube, squeeze out something in his
palm and rub it into his hands. My pecker was stiff with anticipation as he
moved his right hand just over it, then gently enfolded my throbbing little
cock with his very cold and gelatinous hand. I drew in a sharp breath and
he asked if I was OK. "Yeah, it?s just really cold," I said, and he replied
that it would definitely warm up. He began to massage my prick with the
lube, and I moaned and writhed with pleasure. I had tried whacking off with
lotion a few times and it felt good, but not nearly as good as this. It
wasn't very long at all before I pumped and moaned and shot off the biggest
load of my as-yet young sexual career. I waited for something more, but Jay
just reached for a towel and cleaned his hand and my groin and stomach off,
then said, "OK, you can get dressed now-that was really magic, wasn't it?"
I told him yeah and got dressed, all in the dark, and he hustled me out
into the night where I snuck back in to my room and spent the next several
hours working every bit of lube still left on me into several orgasms.

We went on like that for the next several weeks, always the same. As our
late night sessions continued, I grew more and more puzzled by Jay's
behavior. He always greeted me fully clothed, long pants and dress shirts,
and never took anything off. He only wanked me, always in the dark, and
never so as much as touched himself from what little I could see in the
shadows. Was he embarrassed about his body, or the dirty things he was
doing with a 14 year old boy? Didn't he want to do any of those other
things the guys did in the dirty stories? Cause I sure did, but every time
I even tried to reach out and touch him as he pleasured me he would draw my
hand back with his. "No no, just lie there and I'll do all the work," he
said. I could see when he opened the door later when he let me out the
enormous hard on in his slacks, and in the middle of one session, as I
reached out and grabbed his crotch, I felt the cold wet slime seeping out
of his pants. He immediately slapped my hand away, but I began to notice
after the next several sessions that his crotch was always soaking wet
afterwards. I started to listen to his moans while he wanked me and could
tell, from his own writhing and gyrations in the chair, when exactly he
would cum in his pants, and it turned me on immensely to think of him
reaching orgasm just by wanking me and not even touching himself. I also
started to watch his movements during the times when I would cum, and
noticed on several occasions by the dim light through the window shade that
he would move closer as I reached climax, and once I started to jizz he
would bend over me and open his mouth to catch as much as he could without
actually touching me. It was all so very strange and perverted, but it made
me harder and hornier than I ever thought possible. Something about his
reticence, and his desire to make our sessions seem even more illicit and
filthy than they were, made them the hottest experiences I've ever had.

As the summer came to a close, I started to regret already the day when we
wouldn't have the opportunity to have our late night sessions, but we
didn't mention it until one evening when he let me in and said, "well
sport, looks like this is going to be the last time since I'm leaving
tomorrow before my folks get back." The thought of not having this intense
sexual outlet anymore made me frustrated already, and I was determined to
make the last one something to remember. We began as usual, but I redoubled
my efforts during the session to touch him. He continued to bat away my
advances but I kept trying more forcefully than I ever had, and before I
knew it I had my hand firmly planted on his slimy, cum-drenched crotch and
he was not moving away. He moaned louder than I'd ever heard him as I
worked his cock through his slacks, and finally undid the zipper. He was
wearing white briefs soaked with jizz, and the feel of them drove me wild
with lust. He grabbed my wrist and moved my hand saying, "no, please don't
do that," and zipped himself back up. I rose up in the gloom and asked
"why? why don't you want me to touch you there?" "Because, I'm having fun
already, you don't need to do anything," he said. But I want to, please, I
practically begged him. His voice barely a whisper, he said, "it makes me
want to do other things, dirty things that you may not like.  And besides,
I'm not much to look at with my clothes off." I sat up and tried to read
his face in the dark but couldn't, so I moved closer to his chair and
grabbed his cock once again through the sopping pants crotch and said, now
my own voice hoarse with lust, "I'll do anything you want me to do, I want
to do dirty things too. And I want to see you with your clothes off."

He stood up and moved the chair-I froze, not sure if this meant our session
was over. But he came back to the side of the bed and slowly began to take
off his clothes. He stood naked at the side of the bed, still in the dark,
but there was enough light coming from the window to see his outline. As I
thought, he was somewhat stocky and chubby but also much more muscular than
I expected, and as I took in what I could see of the first live naked man I
had ever seen, I liked what I saw. I began rubbing my hands up and down his
hairy chest and legs, moving around to squeeze his beefy ass cheeks and
eventually coming back to his throbbing, finally freed cock. It felt
magnificent stroking his pole up and down as he moaned, and then he leaned
over and whispered in my ear,"do you really want to do something dirty?"
"Oh yeah," I answered, and he whispered, "kiss it." I leaned over and took
in the first few inches of his wet dripping pole into my mouth, the salty
taste of his precum surprising but also delighting me. After a few attempts
to suck I gagged and pulled off, apologizing, but he rubbed my shoulders
and said, "don't worry, we can do something else too. Would you like to try
something else?" Boy would I, and he sat on the edge of the bed and
maneuvered me until I was lying face down, then slowly began stroking my
back and upper thighs. I was on fire.

Soon his hot breath was in my ear again. "Now I'm going to give you a kiss,
a special kiss," he said. I answered OK, and nearly jumped into the air
after I felt his scratchy stubble against my ass cheeks. I had read in a
story about what was about to happen and it had made me horny and curious,
so I was not too surprised as he pulled my cheeks apart and I felt his nose
dive into my bunghole and breathe deeply. His tongue soon followed, working
me into a frenzy of lust, and him too apparently. He straightened up and I
heard the tube come out as he lubed his cock, letting it dangle
tantalizingly over my crack. I was scared as hell but so horny I couldn't
see straight, so when he leaned in and said, "Dan, I"m going to fuck your
little bunghole,OK?" I practically screamed yes.

It was brutal, painful, and so hot I can barely describe it all these years
later. After all the tentative moves, all the teasings, all the longings
and fantasies, there was a hot, sweaty adult man on top of me, heaving his
body against mine and driving his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into my
hole. I was so blind with lust I barely noticed the pain, only realizing it
when I cried out. Jay, obviously fearing the noise, put his hand over my
mouth but kept pumping my boyhole, the whole scene bringing me to even
dizzier heights of lust than I had ever imagined. I have done it many times
and many ways since then, but being taken from behind, prone on the bed,
has always turned me on the most as it brings memories of the shy and
awkward middle-aged man turning into an animal and practically raping the
teen boy next door, who wanted it so badly all along. Every detail, the
soreness of my brutalized bunghole lessened by by the hotness of Jay's cum
oozing out of me for the rest of night, how I reached down and rubbed my
hands in the comingling of his jizz and my ass juices and enjoyed them for
hours afterward, makes me cum even now. After all was said and done, Jay
had been absolutely right from the first day I met him - his lotion really
was magic.