Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2007 17:38:05 -0800
From: Bob Boyd <redleftsd@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Adventure

This story is fiction.  It contains descriptions of consensual sexual
contact between
males, adult and minor.  As such it is homoerotic, designed for the
entertainment of mature adults.  If you are not of legal age to read such
material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral
dilemmas, please exit now.

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Hi.  I'm Rob. My adventure -- and it was an adventure because I never knew
what to expect -- started when I was 15 years old and still in high school.
I'm a small, slim guy.  Have short brown hair, blue eyes, nice bubble butt,
5.1 cut dick, and some pubic hair.  I also wear glasses (damn).  Though
slim, I am strong with firm muscles, especially my butt and legs.  I think
that's because I ride my bike and have a paper route which means I ride a
lot each day.

At any rate, part of being a paperboy is the need to collect payments for
the paper each month.   I have 100 customers so it takes quite a while to
complete the month's collections.  This particular month I had a new
customer and I waited until the last to collect for the paper.  The customer
lived near the high school so I could easily get over there at the end of
route.

I approached the large house as the sun was starting to set.  It had a large
porch and was surrounded by hedges.  The porch light was not on so I had to
walk up the drive and walkway in the dark.  The house was kind of old so it
gave me the creeps as I reached the door.  I rang the bell and waited.  I
didn't hear anything or see a light come on.  Maybe no one is home, I
thought.  I can get the heck out of here.  But then, someone spoke,

"Who is it?"

"I'm your paperboy, Sir.  I'm here to collect for the paper."  (I always
addressed unknown adult males as "Sir".)

"OK, come on in."

The door opened slightly and I pushed it open a bit more and walked in.

The door was pushed closed and I heard it click locked.

There wasn't any light in the front room, though there was light coming up
the hall.  As my eyes adjusted to the semi dark, I was able to see standing
in front of me a tall young man.  (I later learned he was 28 years old --
which was "old" to me at that time.)  But what was amazing was that all he
had on was a white jock -- nothing else.  His mostly naked body was amazing
and I just stared at him, unable to speak.  He looked like what I thought in
my private fantasies a "Man" should look like.  His firm chest covered
lightly with black hair, his stomach was flat and I could see his abdominal
muscles -- they too covered with hair. His biceps were thick and bulged in a
tight baseball form.  His legs were thick and hard and furry.  As I gazed at
this man, my paper customer, my eyes focused on his jock.  It was tight
across what I could only image was a big penis and testicles).

"Why don't we go back to the kitchen and I can get some money for you."

His words brought me back to reality.  All I could do was nod and follow him
in silence down the hall.  As I walked close behind him I could just see his
muscled butt, surrounded by the white jock straps.   I wanted so badly to
reach out and touch his butt.  Instead I just stared at it and wished...  My
heart beat quickened as we got to the kitchen and I could clearly see this
Man/god in all his glory.  He towered over me as he turned to face me.

"Please forgive my lack of clothing.  I've been working out in my home gym.
I didn't think I'd need to get all dressed up when you identified yourself
as my paperboy.  Hope that's ok with you."

"Yes, Sir," I stammered.  "It's quite ok with me."  After a pause to look at
him further, I blurted out, "You look really good and must work out often."
(Where my courage to comment on his body came from I never figured out.)

"Thanks," he said with a broad smile.  "I do work out a lot. - twice a day
in fact."

"Do you like how my body looks?"

"Oh Yes, Sir, I do.  I am a small boy and wish I could have big muscles like
you.  I've thought about it a lot.  But I have my studies and paper route to
do.  And besides, there's no one to help me get bigger."

I suddenly realized I was blabbering... "Excuse me, Sir.  I'm sorry for
running on like that."  I hung my head in shame for my indiscrete
chattering.

"Hey, that's OK.  Look at this..."  As I lifted my head I saw that he had
raised his arms and was flexing, causing his bicep to grow larger and
harder.  My mouth hung open in amazement as he put his body through a posing
routine right there in the kitchen.

"Oh mannnn," I exclaimed.  "You're amazing... Like Charles Atlas (I had seen
the kicking sand ads that Atlas' organization used). "

I was rewarded with another big smile.

"What's your name?"

"Rob, Sir."

"Nice to meet you, Rob.  My name is Mike."  He held out his big hand and I
took it with my small hand.

"Before I give you the money you came to collect, Rob, why don't I show you
my gym.  Would you like to see where I work out?

"YES, SIR.  I would."  I was really excited, my breathing again got fast and
my check tightened.  I'd be seeing the private room of this Man's house and
life.

Mike lead me back down the hall to a medium size room.  Flipping on the
lights, I followed him into a room that had two large wall mirrors and a
tall dresser.  But in the middle of the room, facing the mirrors was a bench
and a setup with a seat on it.  I'd never been in a gym so didn't know what
the setup was.  My confusion must have shown on my face.

"These two are for me to use when I work with weights.  Want me to
demonstrate?"

"Oh yes, Sir."

And he did... taking the dumbbells he layout on the bench and moving them
back and forth, up and down as his muscles expanded and contracted.   I was
totally under the spell of what he was doing, how his muscles were
responding.  I was in heaven ... my body was tensing up.  I could feel my
nipples tingle, my breathing was heavy and my dick started to grow.

"Come, Rob.  Stand right next to me as I do this quick workout."

In a trance, I walked over and stood right next to his chest, looking down
at his chest and biceps.  I looked at his jock -- is his mancock was larger
in the pouch I wondered. As he did his routine I realized he was starting to
sweat and I could breathe in his man scent.  If only I could touch him,
could get my face into his sweaty armpit and lick the hair clean, I thought
to myself.  My dick was fully hard now and I'm sure my pants were tented
enough for Mike to see what effect he was having on me.

After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes or so,
Mike put the dumbbells down and sat up on the bench.

"Well, Rob, what did you think?  Did you like that?"

"Yes, Sir, I liked seeing you workout.  Your muscles are so big. You have
such a great body, Mike.  I wish even more that I looked like you."

"Thanks.  (Another smile.)  You know, Rob, maybe you and I can arrange for
you to work out with me here.  I can guide you in developing your muscle
groups so you will reach your goal.  Would you like that?"

"Really, Mike?  You would help me?  I'm so small, with no muscles."

"Nonsense, Rob.  You have the same muscles I have.  They just haven't been
developed yet."

"Here, why don't you take your shirt off and let me show you."

Feeling somewhat embarrassed at my slim body, I took my shirt off.  I stood
in front of Mike, right between his spread knees.  Mike reached out and
touched my chest and brushed across my nipples.  I was tense and excited...

"Do you mind if I touch your fine looking body, Rob?"

"Oh No, Mike.  I don't mind at all."

"Look in the mirror.  See where my hand is, on your right pec?  Your muscle
there is firm and can be developed."

"Go ahead, Rob, touch my pec. Feel how hard it is"

Oh man, I thought, I can't believe he's letting me touch him.  Gingerly I
reached out and touched his chest.  Mike's hand held my hand against his
skin and moved it around the pec, feeling it all over and touching his
nipple.

"Pinch my nipple.  Make it even harder."

"Yes, Sir."  My voice was weak but I did as he told me.  I knew I'd do
whatever this Man/god told me to do.

Over the next few minutes Mike moved my hands out to his pumped out bicep,
rubbed in his sweaty arm pit as my hand was brought down his side and across
to his abs.  I couldn't breathe... I just gasped as I touched more and more
of him.

"See, Rob.  You and I have the same muscles."

"Now, take your jeans and shoes off and we can compare our legs and feet."

That put me in a slight panic.  I wanted to touch Mike's legs and butt, if
he allowed me.  But my dick was very hard and I didn't want him to see that.

Meekly I bent over and took off my shoes and sock and lowered and stepping
out of my jeans.  There I was standing before him in my white briefs with my
hard dick very much on display under the cloth.

Unexpectedly, Mike reached out and pulled me to him, hugging me close.  "You
really do like seeing me all pumped up, don't you Rob?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Don't worry about your dick being hard, my cock is hard too. See ..."  With
that, Mike slid the jock off his hips and his big mancock sprung out and hit
his abs.

I had never seen a man's cock hard, and never so close.  It was amazing to
see... the long shaft (9 inches I learned) was straight and I could see the
veins all.  The mushroom head was wide.  The piss slit looked deep and was
leaking clear liquid.

"Go ahead, touch it, Rob.  Feel a man's cock.  You'll look like this some
day."

My little hand reached over and held Mike's cock.  It felt very warm and
hard.  My hand couldn't quite fit around it.

"That feels good.  Rub your hand along the shaft if you want."

Again, I did as Mike directed.  And as I moved my hand up and down the shaft
I couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to lick the tip of his cock, to
taste the liquid coming out of the piss slit.  In an instant my face was
down as I licked Mike's cock head.  The liquid tasted so good, slightly
salty but really good.  What more would he let me do?

(to be continued)