Date: Tue, 6 May 2008 18:54:01 -0700
From: A Scribe <wordspenned@gmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Johnson

The usual disclaimer applies. Please choose to read something else if it is
illegal to read this story where you happen to be living or if you are
offended by the thought of an older man having sex with a young teenager.
All characters and events are a figment of my imagination and never took
place in the third dimensional reality of this existence. Comments and
politely worded constructive criticism is most welcome. Write to
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				Mr. Johnson

A year of jacking off had gotten me to the point where I needed more. I was
not quite certain exactly what this "more" might be but I was getting
bored. Stuffed toy, pillow, bed and even my sister's underwear had all been
used as a masturbatory aid. Then one sunny afternoon I remembered a
conversation where mom warned us not to loiter around Mr. Johnson's
house. He stayed two blocks down from us and I often cycled past his home
from school. Three years ago this comment had lacked any impact. Now I
began to wonder why mom felt this warning was necessary.

Deciding there was no time like the present to act on this information I
stopped my afternoon jack off session in mid-stroke. Throwing on some tight
shorts and a shirt I was soon riding my bicycle down the road. Being a
pleasant evening I was pretty certain Mr. Johnson would be out in his
yard. Seeing things in a new light I realized Mr. Johnson always seemed to
be in his yard or at the front window when the neighborhood kids were going
to school or returning from school. My cock twitched in anticipation. Still
uncertain about "more" I had the feeling I was on the right track.

I stopped and removed my shirt a couple of houses before Mr. Johnson's
house.  Adjusting my shorts by bunching the material at the top of my
thighs I let my cock hang out a little. Unless you were looking closely the
movement of my legs would keep it concealed yet it still felt naughty
enough to make me feel even hornier. I rode past Mr. Johnson's house at a
very slow pace. Mr. Johnson was out on the front porch and eagerly returned
my wave. I cycled round the block and when I came around I noticed
Mr. Johnson was standing at the gate.

He called out for me to stop. Keeping my distance I deliberately stopped
with a leg raised on the pedal closest to him. This gave him a clear view
of my cock while my bike frame kept it blocked from the roadside.  His gaze
dropped noticeably but I feigned ignorance. Yes, I agreed, it was hot. A
glass of lemonade would be great but mom said never to go into a stranger's
yard. I guess it would be fine if I drank mine out on the sidewalk.

When he returned I had my leg lowered offering no view of my manhood. I was
having fun teasing him, although I did not understand at the time that I
was teasing him. We chatted for a bit over lemonade. I thanked him and said
I had to head home for dinner. He said to stop by anytime for lemonade and
a chat.

The teasing continued for a couple of months before I got my
comeuppance. Looking back I can see that I was being cruel in my teasing
yet if I hadn't taken this course I might never have discovered how much I
enjoyed rough sex. Mr. Johnson had recently taken to jacking off behind the
cover of his gate as we chatted. I pretended not to notice but the movement
of his arm made it quite clear. Now any sensible lad would have taken this
escalation as a sign to stay away. I chose to increase my visits to see how
many times I could get him to jack off in a day. My record was four on a
glorious Saturday. The following weekend Mr. Johnson got his revenge.

Looking to improve on my record I had an early breakfast and headed out on
my bike to visit Mr. Johnson. The weather this Saturday was hot enough to
make shorts my only clothing requirement. When I approached Mr. Johnson's
home I was disappointed not to see him in the yard or in front of his
window. There was a mug; a book and a pair of binoculars on the porch but
no sign of Mr. Johnson. Thinking he might have headed indoors to use the
bathroom I thought I might get off my bike and appear to be resting. The
very instant I found myself standing alongside my bike I felt a hand land
forcibly on my shoulder.

Before I could say anything I was being pushed, along with my bike, through
M. Johnson's gate. He never said a word as he directed me around to the
backyard. This early on a Saturday there was nobody around to help me even
if I had tried to call out. I was too surprised to do much and by the time
I got my breath back it was too late. Mr. Johnson leaned my bike against
the house and then through me over his shoulder. He held me in place with a
hand over my ass as he headed indoors.

What I expected I do not know but I can tell you the fantasy of losing my
virginity bent over a dining room table had never occurred to
me. Mr. Johnson did have me for breakfast. He also had me for brunch and
lunch before he disposed of the leftovers that Saturday. I was flipped off
his shoulder to lie staring up at him on the dining room table. While he
was telling me just how fed up he was of my teasing he started removing my
shorts. Mr. Johnson had run out of patience. He only had one thing in mind
and he wasted no time in getting to it. The "it" being my thirteen year old
virgin ass.

Once I was naked he rolled me onto my stomach with my legs hanging down
from the table. He left no doubt what was going to happen to me as I heard
his pants slide to the floor. Mr. Johnson wasted no time on
foreplay. Pretty certain I would visit to tease him he had already coated
his cock with a thick layer of lube. His initial thrust buried half his
cock inside of me. The pain was so intense I opened my mouth to scream but
no sound came out. When I caught my breath the pain was mingling with the
pleasure of his thick cock pressing against my prostate. I cried throughout
my first fuck. The tears rolling down my cheeks as I sobbed. The shaking
off my body beneath him only excited him more. I cried out when his thrusts
brought me to the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I cried in
disappointment when he started to withdraw his cock from my bleeding
ass. His cum mingling with my blood as it trickled out.

I smiled when he put his mouth close to my ear and said not to worry he
would soon be fucking me again. He kept his word. On Sunday he fucked my
mouth as brutally as he had taken my ass the day before. I choked on his
cum. I think I even blacked out. All he said was I obviously needed more
practice and filled my mouth with his semi-erect cock. I kept our
relationship our little secret for five years. Mr. Johnson used my body at
will and without any tenderness the entire time. He fucked me. I took it.

A week after arriving at college I knocked on the door to a professor's
office. He read the letter Mr. Johnson had given me. He looked at me and
said I needed to work out more. He told me he would be better able to give
me a suitable workout routine after giving me a thorough physical. He had
me lock the door. He had me stand in front of the desk and strip. He told
me to bend over the desk. He tortured me with a slow gentle fucking. He let
me know that if I wanted it rough I would have to beg. I begged. I am still
begging seven years later.