Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2009 19:53:25 -0800 (PST)
From: s s <subanalslut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Picking Up Alberto?s Mail

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My name is Ben, right now I'm 21 and a senior in college, but I enjoy
looking back into the not-so-distant past at my experiences growing up...


When I was a kid, I was always the one hanging around the 'grown ups', so
it should come as no surprise that after some fumbling around with boys my
own age, it didn't take me long to realize that not only that I was gay, I
was much more attracted to guys a lot older than I was. And often, once I
got started, even though they thought they were seducing me, it could just
as easily been the other way around.

That was definitely the case with Alberto, this guy who lived down the
block from my family the summer I turned 14.  The block I grew up on was
very friendly -- everyone knew thier neighbors.  Alberto was in his
thirties, from Puerto Rico, and liked to sit out on the stoop of his
building in the evenings after work with a beer and smoke.

Skinny me admired his thick, muscular build, and the tattoo on his arms,
disappearing up into his tank top, intrigued me too. In other words, I
jacked off more than a few times before bed fantasizing about sucking
Alberto's dick and getting fucked by him.

He must have been picking up some sort of vibe from me, too, because before
he went away on vacation for a few days, he called out to me from his stoop
as I was waking past, and asked me to do him a favor and pick up his mail
for him and leave it in his apartment.

I could just as easily collected all his mail and dropped it off all at
once before he got home, but what horny 14 year old would pass up such an
opportunity to snoop?

The first day, after swimming practice, when I let myself into his
apartment after picking up the mail from his box in the vestibule, my eye
was immediately caught by the messy pile of glossy Porno magazines spread
across the coffee table in front of the beat up looking futon couch.  My
dick started to get hard instantly, even before I looked closer and saw a
few gay titles mixed in with the pussy porn.  My guess was that this had
been carefully set up by Alberto to piqué my interest when I was sure to
be snooping around his apartment.  My next discovery when I sat myself down
on the futon to page through the porn was a scrap of white fabric poking
out from beneath a cushion.  When I pulled it out, the unmistakable crunchy
feeling, which reminded me of the towel beneath my bed, and the strong,
funky smell told me all I needed to know.  I lay back on the couch with
Alberto's cum rag draped over my face, inhaling deeply and imagining him
walking in on me masturbating furiously on his couch, which I was.

It didn't take long for me to add my own sticky load of cum to the stained
towel, and I tucked it back under the cushion before leaving.

The next day, I ventured further into the apartment, finding, to my
delight, a well-worn jockstrap draped over the edge of the dirty laundry
hamper in the bathroom.  So instead of repeating the previous day as I had
every intention of doing, I wanked on his bed, sucking the musky smelling
pouch of his dirty jockstrap.  After I had shot a huge load all over my
chest (practically hitting my own chin) I wiped myself off with the same
crusty rag as before.

The next day was more of the same, except for me finding the stash of pot
in his dresser drawer.  Everyone has their own standards, and being a
(semi) prudish teenager I left the pot untouched.

The day before Alberto was supposed to be coming back, I went over with
plenty of time for one final jack-off marathon, and to clean up a little.
As soon as I unlocked the door and stepped inside, though, I could tell
Alberto was home early. His duffle bag was messily unpacked on the floor by
the futon and I could hear the shower running through the half open door of
the bathroom.  Nervous with excitement, I put the mail on the table and
called out "Hey, Alberto!  You are back early, huh?"

The shower shut off and he poked his head around the edge of the door.
"Yeah, Ben, I just got in."

Having seen that I was alone, he walked put of the bathroom holding a towel
around his waist that seemed quite too small to cover all of him.  My eyes
grew wide as I took in the view of his powerful body, a thick trail of
black hairs leading down from between his dark nipples to the towel wrapped
around his waist, the tribal tattoo curling up his arm and spreading across
his left shoulder.  He sprawled himself down on the low futon and his towel
began to slip almost immediately.

"I'm sorry I left the place such a mess" he laughed.  "I hope you didn't
mind..."

"No, its OK."  I said, laughing too.

"I bet you even looked through my porn, didn't you, you little sneak?"

"Yeah, I did...  don't tell, Alberto."

"And?  How did you like it Ben?"

"It sure made me horny."

"It makes me horny too...  you know, I was looking at it right before I got
in the shower.  I was gonna jack off, but you interrupted me."

"Gosh, I'm sorry Alberto."  I stepped in closer to where he was sitting.

"That's ok Ben... Now you are here, I think you want to help me out, don't
you?"

I dropped to my knees in front of his spread legs, eye level with the
bulging towel.

"Take the towel off and kiss it boy.  I won't tell..."  Alberto urged.

Without another word, I pulled the towel off of him, releasing his already
rock hard cock.  It was even better than I expected, thick and veiny, with
the foreskin still wrapped snugly around the head.  It was so much more
fascinating to me than my boring regular white penis.  I wrapped my lips
around the tip, flicking my tongue down across the opening like I had been
taught.

Alberto arched his back and groaned, "Fuck yeah, I knew you were a little
cocksucker, boy!  Suck my dick!"

He put his hand on the back of my head to shove my mouth down the shaft of
his cock, but I beat him to it, sliding his dick into my mouth before he
could.  Once I had as much as I comfortable could, though, he kept up the
steady pressure, forcing his way further back into my throat.  My eyes were
watering and I was fighting the urge to gag but I was too enthralled by the
close up view of his hairy crotch I was getting to try to pull back.

When he finally released his hold on the back of my head I pulled back and
coughed, strands of spit hanging down my lips and chin and dripping down
his hairy balls.

Alberto laughed.  "Now that's a sight... pretty little white boy cocksucker
slobbering all over my bone!  Strip off, Ben, I want to get a good look at
you."

I pulled my tee-shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts onto the
floor.  Alberto licked his lips.

"Smooth little blonde culo...  That ass of yours is about as pretty as any
girls..."

He turned around and lay back across the seat of the couch.  "Come up here
and climb on top of me, baby, so you can suck me some more."

I started to climb up between his legs but he stopped me and turned me
around.  "Like this, boy!" he said, giving my ass a little slap.

My legs were spread across his broad chest, and he wasted no time before
grabbing the cheeks of my ass in his strong hands.  "Keep sucking boy!" he
urged.  I didn't need to hear anything else, before he could even finish
saying it I had my lips wrapped around his thick shaft again.  While I was
polishing his cockhead with my tongue I heard him spit, and suddenly he was
exploring my tight young ass with his finger.

I think we both kinda moaned when his thick middle finger slid all the way
into my ass, probing and massaging my hole.  His dick jumped in my mouth
and spurted a little precum.  He soon added another finger to the first,
and I could tell what was coming next.

"Get up Ben, I want to fuck your sweet little butt.  I know you are as hot
for me as I am for you!"

he got up and pushed me down so that I was sitting on the futon. He reached
into the duffle bag on the floor and pulled out a tube of KY, smearing it
on his throbbing dick and then lifting my legs up so he could grease my
eager little asshole.

"Man, I can feel it squeezing my finger... can't wait to be inside you
baby." He moaned, pushing my legs back even further with one hand so that
they were up by my head, my lubed up ass on display, splayed open for him.

He rubbed the head against my butt, mixing his precum with the lube and
then focusing on my hole, beginning to slowly force his way in.  His weight
was on top of me, forcing my thin body down onto the couch as he impaled me
on his dick.  I was in a mixture of ecstasy and pain as my tight asshole
was stretched around the head of his cock.  I was biting my own wrist,
trying not to make too much noise, so all I could hear was his groaning, my
own ragged breathing... and after he began fucking me harder, the sounds of
his wet body slamming against mine.

With each stroke of his cock my ass was feeling better and better... I knew
I was going to be sore afterwards but it was worth it to have this hot
manly guy on top of me, taking his pleasure from my body...  at that
thought, my cock, which had been hard as a rock and rubbing against his
stomach the entire time, blasted a creamy load of cum all over my chest.
When I started to cum, my ass spasmed around his dick, milking it to the
point of exploding.  He grabbed my thighs tightly in his huge hands and
held me down while he thrust as deeply into me as he could before letting
go of his load.  I could feel the hot seed pumping out of him into my hole,
and as he pulled out with a loud plop, a few dribbles of his cream oozed
out.

He stood over me, trying to catch his breath.  "That was fucking amazing,
kid...  I sure am glad I asked you to pick up my mail..."