Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2011 09:53:06 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: Meeting Jimmy Part 10

This is a fictional story describing sexual acts between adult
and youth. If this offends you, read no further. If you like
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Meeting Jimmy Part 10

It took me quite a while to get over Jimmy. The sex with him
was kinky, and in his words, pervy. I missed the wild fucks,
the teasing, the squeezing on the train, the competition. He
was everything I hoped for, as kinky as I wanted him to be. He
has grown from a shy kid with no experience to a full on perv
like me. But now that he graduated, he left his mentor. Fuck!

A few weeks later, I finally got over him. I only stayed home
for about a week then started going to work again, but my mind
was not there. Three weeks later and I finally was back to my
confident old self. I swore I would not fall for boys again. I
would have fun with them but never get attached. Damn you,
Jimmy boy!

This day, I rode on the train as usual. I was pressed against
some guy, but I wasn't in the mood. I haven't fully recovered
yet, even though I could function at work. Suddenly, I felt a
cock slowly hardening in my butt crack. Who the hell is trying
to hump me now? Before I could turn my head to see who it was,
a hand reached around and grabbed my cock. From the touch, I
knew it was Jimmy. I have felt his hand on my cock for
countless times. It immediately brought back memories. That
bastard, didn't he torture me enough?

I didn't move or make any sound. I just closed my eyes and
enjoyed his touch. He wasn't trying to make me cum quickly
like he used to; he was rubbing me sensually, and dare I say
lovingly. His hard cock was rubbing up and down my crack,
throbbing and getting harder by the minute. Damn this horny
kid! When I was about to reach my station, which he obviously
knew, he increased speed on both sides. I could feel his hot
breath on my neck as his body trembled and shot his load in
his pants. I could even feel the wetness permeating from his
pants to mine. He must have shot a huge load. He rubbed me
hard, making me shoot my own load. He felt around to make sure
he felt the wetness. He wanted to make sure I came. When he
confirmed my wetness, he withdrew his hand. The train door
opened and I moved forward to leave. I took one glance at him
when I got off. He was looking at me with that lust and
longing in his eyes again. What was he thinking? Was he
teasing me still?

I shook my head. I just managed to get over him, and now he
messed with my head again. I have created a monster. I hated
myself. I got to work and changed my boxer. The entire day I
couldn't concentrate. Everyone noticed something was wrong
with me, but didn't dare to ask me. My temper has been
exceptionally bad these few weeks.

I still continued my nightly jog. I wanted to remain fit and
keep a sense of normalcy, even though I think about Jimmy
every time I come to the park. Tonight, I made my usual round,
jogging around the park. When I saw that no one was there, I
went to my usual jerk off spot. To my surprise and horror, a
huge load was on the tree. It was fresh and still dripping,
just like that night. He must have timed it perfectly so I'd
see it. He was still messing with my head. That bastard. I
didn't feel like jerking off and I just went back out.

Then I saw him, sitting at the exact bench I found him almost
two months ago, half naked with only basketball shorts and
shoes. It was Déjà vu. He looked at me, a mischievous grin on
his face. No, it's not a hallucination, it really was Jimmy.

"Like the love note I left you?"

"What are you doing here, Jimmy?" My voice was unusually cold.

He shrugged. "Just to see my old friend." He said casually.

"I thought you didn't want to have anything to do with me?"

"Nah, I just wanted to move back to my own home. I've stayed
with you long enough."

"Yeah? That's not the impression I got when you left."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was a bit pissed at you then."

"Why?"

"You used me for sex. You took advantage of how vulnerable I
was when you found me. I wanted to take revenge."

"Everything was consensual."

He shook his head. "I was in a compromising position."

"So what are you doing here now? Gloating?"

"No, I want to start a relationship with you."

"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"An equal relationship, not one that I'm giving you sex for
shelter or lessons or whatever."

"Can I trust you? Are you messing with me?"

"No, Ben. You have turned me into such a perv no one else can
satisfy me now." I looked at him intently. He seemed sincere.

"Today on the train, I was so damn excited to see you. I shot
a huge load. I don't think any of my peers would be into
that."

I chuckled. "Sorry for messing you up, I guess."

"And I kept thinking of coming to this park to jerk off. I
always shoot my load on top of yours. Did you notice?"

I shook my head. "You come here every night after me?"

"No, Ben, more like... I would come here before you, hide behind
another tree and watch you jerk off every night. Jerking off
in public, seeing your load on the tree got me so turned on I
shoot my load on yours. I even tasted your cum."

"Wow, you really are turning into me."

"I hate you Ben, but I also love you."

"I prefer love, but if you hate me, you can leave anytime."

"You sure about that? You look miserable when I was gone."

"And how would you know that?"

"You didn't go to work and you didn't come out to jog. I
waited for you but you didn't show up."

"Why didn't you come to my house then?"

"That would be like... losing to you, giving in, wouldn't it?"

I shook my head. "So you and I both can't live without the
other. I guess we belong together."

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks to you, Ben, I'm a perv like you now."

"So you want to come to my place and have some fun?"

"Yeah, I think I'll come over every day from now on."

"Come on. Let's go." I signaled him to follow me and I started
jogging back to my house, with a smile on my face.