Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2011 05:54:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: mike p <mikekpbear@yahoo.com>
Subject: meter boy for the summer  (part 1)(adult/youth)

Ok this will be the first chapter of maybe 2 or 3..  not much sex in this
one, but i promise there will be plenty after we get the "introductory"
stuff out of the way;

BTW, if you are offended by man boy sex, don't read this. and why are you
at this site anyway? if you are too young to be reading this, then don't,
and once again what are you doing at this site anyway? otherwise, i hope
you enjoy it.  if you want to make a comment you can send an email with
nifty in the subject line to mikekpbear@yahoo.com flames will be ignored,
and please don't waste your time trying to lecture me about safe sex and
all that. this story took place over 40 years ago.safe sex was never even
heard of, and condoms were pretty hard to get unless you were using them
for birth control.

  my dad got me a job working for the water company during the summer
vacation of my 14th year.  basically, my job was to walk around to people's
houses and read their water meters.  the water meters were usually located
in the cellar of the residence. each day, i would recieve a different book,
that had a page for each address in a certain neighborhood or section of a
neighborhood.  the job was easy,and it paid really well, and turned out to
be a whole lot of fun, for a fifteen year old boy who had just discovered
that he really liked sex alot.

  so picture it...a beautiful mid summer day in new england.  Its only 11am
and i am standing in front of the last address in my book for the day.  i
suppose i should tell you about me...my name is kevin.  i already told you
i was 14 (well actually 14 1/2) i had reached my adult height of 5'7' a
little on the chunky side, i weighed around 150 or so.  blonde hair that at
the moment was just shy of how long my father was willing to allow, without
making him blow his stack and make me get a crew cut. a bit on the shaggy
side.  to be honest, i looked like a younger, chunkier version of glen
campbell.

  i knock on the door, and a man answers... i explain who i am and why i am
there, and he opens the door futher and walks back to the kitchen. wearing
nothing, but a loosely tied, somewhat short (for him anyway) men's terry
cloth robe.  so i walked in, went to the cellar, did my job and came back
up the stairs.  now i should tell you what i was thinking while doing
this. this guy was around 6'2" and probably weighed around 250- 275lbs, (i
mean he was certainly not fat, but he was no "slim jim" either- he
definitetly had some meat on his bones, but, it was in all the right places
except for just a little bit of a belly.) he had thick, wavy,somewhat
shaggy (it was the late 60's afterall) auburn hair, (shot with just a touch
of grey) beautiful green eyes, (with just enough crows feet around them to
give him character) and a thick luxurious dark red moustache.(i started
growing a moustache the day after i met him, and still have it to this day
40 something years later and it was because i liked his so much) he looked
to be in his middle 40's, and from what i could see- pretty hairy.. at
least judging from the hair i could see on his chest, forearms and legs, it
was just a shade or so lighter than his moustache. yep he was very
hairy... not furry, but just nicely hairy.  all i could think about was
hoping id get a look at his dick before i had to leave.  was he cut, or
uncut? did he have big balls? did he like having them licked? and by the
time i got back upstairs, i hadn't even gotten around to wondering about
his ass yet this man was the hottest hunk i had ever seen in my life up to
this point. so i was inwardly quite happy when peter was standing in front
of his kitchen sink, with his robe a bit more open, introduced himself and
asked me if id like a cup of coffee. i said that would be nice, but that i
may have to use his bathroom after.  he sort of smiled, and scratched his
balls, and said no problem.  it also was pretty obvious that i had a raging
hardon. with loose jeans and no underwear on.  there was a small "bistro"
table near the kitchen so i sat down and peter brought over the
coffees. peter sat across from me and i looked down at 5 or 6 inches of
heaven.  the bistro table top was made of glass, so when i looked down, i
could see his robe had opened more. So, right there in front of me was a
beautiful, nicely thick, (was it my imagination? i hoped not) hardening,
uncut cock. It was easily 5 or 6 inches (and growing, i was soon to find
out, it maxed out, fully hard, with the foreskin pulled back, at 6 1/2
inches.  but i am getting ahead of myself. more on that later) and it was
laying on top of a lovely set of big, loose hanging very suckable looking
balls.  his pubic hair was the same dark red as his moustache.

  so we sat at the table, sipping our coffees and making small talk. well,
he was anyway, i kept losing track of the conversation, because i kept
looking down at his dick, and watching it grow. (during one of my "non
lapses, i made sure that he knew that this was my last house in my book for
the day, and i didnt have to be anywhere until around 4:30, and as luck
would have it, my house was only about a 2 -3 block walk from his house) i
finally had to look up at his face when i heard him snapping his fingers
trying to get my attention... (or was he bringing me back from the hypnotic
trance his dick had me in??) anyway, when i looked up into that handsome
smiling face, he said... "well kevin, i guess there is no doubt that you
like what you see, how about you return the favor, and let me see what
you've got...

  before we get any further into this story, (and i assure you, except for
the names, its all true) i suppose i should tell you a little more about
myself.  i was 14 1/2.  and i had the raging hormones to prove it... my
cock got hard almost instantaneously, literally at the drop of a hat.  i
think there were times when my dick seemed to be hard 18 out of the 24
hours of the day... and i always woke up with a raging hardon in the
morning, so chances are, i was hard a good deal of the time when i was
asleep also.  and i was masturbating to climax every chance i got.  you
want a number? 6? 8? sometimes probably more times a day.

  in february of that year, after a particularly heated and very, very,
dangerously close to violent, argument with my mother, i left home,
definitely not intending to return, and found myself in boston, and spent
17 glorious days, living on the streets and learning just about everything
a 14 1/2 year old boy (with and extremely high sexdrive to begin with)
could learn about sex. specifically about sex with men.  older men (thats
all i was interested in.  if the guy wasn't at least 6 to 10 years older
than me, (and that was at the lower end of my threshold... older than that
was even better) i wasnt interested.  i also learned how much fun could be
had in a men's rest room (like the one in the basement of the old boston
public library) or on certain floors of the YMCA building on hunington ave.
needless to say, i got a very good education, in a very short while.  i
learned several other things... no doubt about it, i was gay.  i liked
having sex with men way way too much to ever think about having sex with a
woman. and i liked everything about sex. the only no's no's at that point
were: no pain,-well no extreme pain anyway, having tender nipples after
having a hot man pinch and twist and suck and even nibble on them, during
sex was hot.... and i must confess that having my balls squeezed, and
having my dickhead lightly chewed, could make me cum, or having my ass
slapped occaissionally, sometimes even really hard while getting fucked was
also very hot.. no scat (i liked watersports bigtime tho as you will soon
see) no bondage, - i could never give up that much control, and i didn't
feel comfortable with having that much control over someone either. and
most importantly if my partner could only have sex if one of us was dressed
in ladies' lingerie i was out of there.  everything else was fair game and
i loved it all.

  i'm not going to make this story any longer than it already is, by going
into the details of my adventures living on the streets of boston. thats
for another story in itself.  and if i get enough interest, i may just
write it all down. but, i will tell you how i ended up back home.

  during the last 3 or 4 days of the seventeen that i spent in boston,
there was a tremendous snowstorm the pretty much shut down the city for
nearly a week.  so, one could hang around the big bus terminal downtown all
night long without being bothered for loitering etc. because no one could
go anywhere anyway.  and it was warm, and downstairs in the basement, was a
men's room that was really cruisey, and a young lad like myself would have
no trouble at all meeting a nice man who would either take me back to his
hotel room, or even better back to his apartment, and we could have sex all
night.  at least that was what i was hoping for on (what would turn out to
be) my last night in boston.  on my way upstairs from an unsuccessful
attempt at cruising, (all the urinals were full, and i didnt have a quarter
to spare for the stall) i passed a man comming down the stairs.  he looked
sort of familiar, but i really couldn't see his face, so i thought nothing
of it, and continued on up the stairs to the cafeteria. i bought a coffee
and a danish (or some kind of pastry) with the last bit of change i had
left in my pocket, and sat down at one of the tables near the front window,
so i could watch the people go by.  the next thing i knew, i looked up and
a security guard from the bus station was standing at my table, and i could
see the guy who i had just passed on the srairs, standing at the door to
the caferteria.  the security guardrd says to me, "are you kevin b.?" (my
name) and i didn't even get a chance to think and i said yes.  "come along
with me please." i suspect that if i had said no and had been convincing
enough, he would have turned on his heel and showed the guy waiting by the
door out of the station, but that didn't happen, and i was scared enough of
authority anyway, so i got up and allowed him to usher me out of the
cafeteria. (we were headed for the security office) as we passed the guy
waiting at the door, i finally got a good look at him, and realised why he
looked familiar.  he was my english teacher.  turns out he was gay, and was
on his way to cruise the men's room, but when he saw me, he got a hold of
the aforementioned security guard and told him who i was and that i was a
runaway.

  as i passed my teacher, he said, "well hello kevin! its good to see you
in one piece... I'll see you in class monday morning.  you've got a lot of
makeup work to do."  the security guard (bless him) evidently didn't like
him much, (it was pretty obvious to him why teacher was there, and he
didn't like the tone of voice that teacher was using to talk to me - it
didn't bother me any- he always talked that way, so for me it was normal,)
so he turned to teacher and said. (very brusquely and just barely polite)
"you can leave now.. i'll take it from here.". and he quickly guided me
away to the office.

  the guard called my dad, told him where i was, and asked him what he
wanted him to do.  my dad asked him to hold me there, not to involve the
cops (my dad was a cop in the town where we lived) and he'd be there as
soon as he could. he arrived 4 hours later. walked up to me, put his arms
around me, and hugged me fiercely. the he kissed the top of my head, stood
back and said, "well, do you want to come home or not?"  i said yes.  he
said, "ok but if you ever pull something like this again, the next time,
you may as well just keep right on going, because you WILL NOT put your
mother and i thruogh this again. i will not come looking for you and you
will not ever be welcome in my house again.  understood?" i nodded. "he
said ok lets get you home your mother is waiting for you." and i said, but
first we have to have an understanding... "i'll come home, but if either
one of you EVER raise a fist to me again, i'm out of there. and you won't
have to worry about finding me, because i will make sure that you
don't. i'm not going to put up with that kind of crap ever again... deal??"
my dad looked at me with a bit more respect than he had had for me before,
(this was the first time i had ever actually stood up to him without any
kind of fear in my eyes...he told me years later, he was actually glad to
see it. and if that was what it took for me to find my "balls" maybe this
whole thing was worth it.

  so, we got home. as far as i know, my parents never found out what really
happened during my adventures. (i think my dad probably guessed, but we
didn't talk about it til years later (another story- and a pretty hot one
at that) but my mom never suspected a thing (i think mainly because she
didn't want to) our relationship improved a bit after that, espeacially
with my dad.... with my mom too, but not enough to stop me from joining the
navy as soon as i graduated from high school 3 years later, for the express
purpose of getting me out of that house and away from her for good. don't
get me wrong, i still loved her and all that, but we really could only get
along with each other if we were only together in small doses.

  i had a meeting with teacher when i got back to school, he told me that
if i wanted to make up for the work i missed while i was gone, i should
write him an essay (kind of like "what i did over my summer vacation" type
of thing.  so i did, i told him alot of stuff that i never told my parents
(but left out most of the sexual details.. i think he was a little
disappointed in that) but i got an a for it anyway.

  anyway, the reason for bringing all that up was to illustrate that when i
met peter, (remember peter? this is a story of how i met peter) i wasn't
some naive kid being seduced by an older man, i was fully aware of my
sexuality, and able to handle whatever was about to happen (sexually that
is) between us.

  ok, so where were we? oh yeah, peter had just asked to see what i had.. i
got naked quick, and soon we were in the middle of a very hot make out
session in the middle of his kitchen.  man o man!! did he know how to kiss!
it didn't take long before i was shooting the first of the many loads i had
that day all over his cock and lower belly.  which i immediately started
licking off of him. he asked me to save some in my mouth, and we were soon
into another hot make out session, passing the load i had in my mouth back
and forth.  even tho i was enjoying this, and my cock was soon rock hard
again, my bladder had other ideas.  i suddenly had to piss so bad, i could
almost taste it.

  so, i stopped the tongue duel we had gotten into, and informed peter that
i really really needed to use the bathroom.  no problem he said, "i'll show
you the way".  we got into the bathroom and there i was standing over the
toilet, trying to piss, while peter stood next to me with his finger up my
ass and his tongue back down my throat.  i had to stop him because i just
couldn't seem to get the piss flowing. (even tho my bladder felt like it
was about to burst) he said, "maybe this will help" and he sat on the
toilet and put the head of my cock into his very hot mouth. (with his
finger still very deep in my asshole) at first, i thought that it was only
making things worse, but i closed my eyes and concentrated with all my
might on getting the flow going.  when it finally started, the relief was
so intense that i actually came at the same time i was pissing.  peter
liked that, and so did i... that was probably one of the most intense
orgasms i have ever had.  when the flow finally stopped, peter stood, and
we were again into a long hot kissing session, passing the last mouthful of
piss that peter kept in his mouth back and forth.  when it was all gone, i
sat down and put his cock in my mouth and waited for him to return the
favor.  it didn't take long before he was filling my mouth with his hot
piss. after taking 2 or 3 swallows, i stopped him mid flow and asked him if
he'd do me a favor... he said what? i moved over to the bathtub, got in and
asked him to sit on my face and finish pissing on my cock.  he squatted
down so i could easily get my tongue up his hot hole and was soon pissing
all over my cock and lower belly.  tongueing a man's asshole really turns
me on- so it didn't take long and i was soon shooting my 3rd load of the
day (in less than half an hour) all over the place.  peter somehow managed
to get my cock in his mouth (with out ever letting my tongue lose contact
with his delicious asshole) and swallowed what was left of the load
spurting out of my cock.  i needed a little break after that, so, peter
grabbed a towel and dried us off a bit and we headed for the bedroom.

  the first thing i saw when we got there, was a very hot looking, somewhat
chubby (but again not fat) older man lying on the bed.  "billy wake up"
peter said. "we have company."  billy rolled over and said, "oh don't
worry, i'm awake... i was wondering when you guys were going to get around
to getting in here."  and that was how the first 3way i had ever
experienced started.  and we'll get into that in chapter 2...

  hope you are enjoying the story so far guys, let me know what you
think...