From: nash1@delphi.com
Subject: Poker (Mm teen cons) Another GATO story!
Date: Tue, 15 Aug 95 01:23:33 -0500
 
                           POKER LENDS A HAND
 
                         ANOTHER FANTASY BY GATO
 
I don't know why it always happens to me, but it does.  There I was,
less than 2 miles from home on a beautiful Friday afternoon, when the
high temperature indicator came on.  I crossed my fingers, hoping to
make it the rest of the way, but the car coughed, sputtered and died.  I
coasted to the side of MacArthur Boulevard.  Cars zipped past me,
interested only in getting home to their families.  I raised the hood
and looked.  I didn't know what I was looking for, but I looked.  The
heat radiated out from the engine compartment.  I figured I'd wait it
out until the temperature went down.
 
I looked down at my overheated engine and scratched my head.  The
silence was broken with, "Too bad, man?"
 
A teenager, shirtless in cutoffs, stood beside me, looking at the
steaming engine.  From the looks of him, he couldn't have been more than
14.  He clutched his skateboard in front of him as he surveyed my
overheated V8.
 
A little embarrassed but relieved that there was somebody to share my
grief with, I said, "I'm Dan Jeffries -- but call me DJ, everybody
does."
 
"OK, DJ, I'm Nat Pokerhassen.  It's a German word.  Dudes call me
Poker."
 
I shook his hand.  "It's a pleasure, uh, Poker."
 
He laughed at my uncertainty about his name but looked back at my
engine.
 
He pointed to the upper radiator hose and said, "Man, you gotta work on
these things.  They don't fix themselves."
 
I was getting pissed.  "Oh, yeah, so what makes you so smart for 14
years old?"
 
He faced me and said, "Fifteen in six days.  Hell, my old man used to
work for Dominik's Automotive over on the Boulevard.  I used to go in
there and help."
 
His reply didn't help any.  "OK, so you know all about cars.  What's
wrong with this one?"
 
He grabbed the radiator hose and squeezed it.  "Ouch!  Fuck," his voice
cracked, "You gotta add coolant to this thing, man!"
 
I was embarrassed.  I was being put down by a boy whose voice was barely
starting to change.  I felt like such an asshole.  I asked him, "So, why
don't I just drop this pig off at your father's place?"
 
"Can't.  My old man left.  He used to get drunk and beat us.  Now he
only comes over when he wants to get laid.  I lock my bedroom door so he
doesn't get it off me, ya know."
 
No wonder the kid spoke with a sewer mouth.  Still, he was a nice
looking boy trying to hide his own innocence.  He had a messy (but cute)
head of light brown hair that was longer down the back than on the top
and sides.  Occasionally, his hair fell into his eyes and he'd flick his
head to get it out.  His hands were small and dirty.  It looked like he
hadn't washed his hands for ages.  A pack of Marlboros stuck out from
the top of his dirty, faded cutoffs and he had one behind his ear, which
I could only see when he shifted his hair.  He was only 5 feet tall, if
that much.  He had no shoes on and his feet were as dirty as his hands.
This boy was filthy, but it was making me horny as hell!  I wondered how
his dirty little crotch and ass would smell!
 
I turned my attention to his skateboard and asked, "Where do you skate?"
 
He brightened up.  "We use the old pipe down by the boonies where dudes
curl and catch rads."
 
(Whatever the fuck that means!)  I nodded in utter ignorance.
 
He threw his skateboard on the ground and hopped on.  He sailed back and
forth, putting on a little show for me.  I don't know what attracted me
to him, but he wanted me to watch him go through his moves.  I watched
his supple young body twist and turn.  His developing body was driving
me wild.  I think he knew it.  He frequently grabbed his crotch as if to
rearrange his penis, but from where I stood, it was hard as a rock!  His
firm, round ass strained at his worn cutoffs and I could clearly see the
contour of his ass.
 
After about 30 minutes of torture, he flipped his skateboard in the air
and caught it.  He squeezed the radiator hose again, only this time he
stroked and manipulated it.  "Oooo," he said, "just the right
temperature."
 
The way he wrapped his young hand around that hose made me wish it was
my cock instead.  He was turning me on and he knew exactly what he was
doing!
 
"Let's see if it starts now", he said.
 
I got in and, sure enough, it fired up.  I smiled in relief.  Poker
slammed the hood, then to my surprise, he jumped in alongside me.  He
didn't look at me, he just stared straight ahead.
 
"You'll need me, just in case", he said with a glimmer of the devil in
his eye.
 
I didn't fight it.  I drove home, pressed the remote for the garage door
opener and pulled in.  Poker hit the remote again to close the door.
 
"What are you doing", I asked?
 
"Hey, man, you need me.  I'm gonna flush the radiator and tune it up.
When I'm done with it, it'll be good as new."
 
We got out of the car.  He walked over to the shelving at the back of
the garage.  "Shit, dude, you got all the tune-up stuff here.  I'll do
it for you."
 
I didn't have the chance to debate him.  He grabbed the parts and the
tools.  Within seconds, he was under the hood.
 
"I'll pay you for your work, Poker."
 
"In money?  Why?"
 
I didn't even think about what he meant.  He looked up at me from under
the hood and continued, "I'll be done in a few minutes."
 
I got down under the hood with him and asked, "OK, but how about a
pizza?"
 
He smiled.  "Rad!  Sounds cool!"
 
So, I called the local pizza place and they told me the pie would be
delivered within 30 minutes.  I could hear Poker making noise in the
garage.  Occasionally, the engine would start.  My instincts told me
that he wouldn't steal the car.
 
30 minutes later, the doorbell rang.  The pizza was here.  I walked into
the garage.  The engine was running and the garage door was open.  The
car sounded like new.
 
Poker stood back from the car with a proud grin on his face.  He said,
"Changed the plugs, points, rotor, condenser and flushed your radiator.
It's timed and set.  It'll run like a top."
 
I saw the puddle on the floor, most of which flowed down the driveway.
 
I couldn't help but grab him by the hair and give it a pull.  I was
grinning.  He responded by grinning and he grabbed my hand, holding it
for a brief moment.
 
We walked inside and ate the pizza.  I watched as Poker devoured the
pizza with his dirty hands.
 
"You should have washed up before eating.  Your hands...."
 
"Shit", he said, "my whole body is dirty.  I ain't been home enough to
shower.  I go home late enough so I don't have to listen to any
bullshit."
 
When we were through, Poker asked if he could use the bathroom.  I
showed him the way and he walked up to the toilet and lowered his fly.
He didn't bother to close the door.  I stepped back to give him some
privacy, but he started talking to me while he pissed.  I stood in the
doorway watching him.  He shook the last drop from his dick in a manner
as to beg me to touch it.  I controlled myself.
 
He looked at the shower and said, "Man, I could go for a hot shower."
 
I was about to offer him the shower when he grabbed the waistband of his
cutoffs and dropped them.  He stood there in his yellowed briefs.  It
didn't take a rocket scientist to determine that his penis was half
hard.  I went to get him a towel.  When I returned, he was standing by
the shower with the water running, completely naked.  He walked toward
me and grabbed my hand.  "You, too."
 
I was stunned.  I didn't know what to do.  Poker grabbed my shirt and
undid the buttons.  I helped him slip it off me.  I undid my belt and
slipped off my pants.  I kicked off my shoes and socks.  I dropped my
briefs.  Poker looked at my body in detail.  He had a small tuft of
brown pubic hair.  His penis was swelling and I watched it as it swung
up and out to a full erection.  He grabbed my hand and placed it on his
hard penis.  It was warm and it throbbed with every beat of his heart.
Poker smiled.  His penis wasn't that big, but his head was bright red.
Looking at mine, he smiled at the fact that I, too, was circumcised.
 
We stepped into the shower.  I took over from here.  I grabbed the soap
and began to wash him.  If he had been a cat, he would have been
purring.  I washed his back and worked down to his firm, rounded,
hairless ass.  I squatted down and washed his legs.  The water was brown
as it ran down the drain, this kid was so dirty.  He picked up his feet
and allowed me to wash them.
 
I turned him toward me and washed his chest, then his belly.  I lathered
up my hands and washed his arms and hands.  Then, I soaped up his
genitals.  I slowly worked the lather into his swolen dick and his
balls.  He closed his eyes and smiled as I stroked his cock.
 
He grabbed the soap from me and washed me.  His little hands cleansed my
body so wonderfully, I was in heaven.  When he was done with me, I
poured shampoo into my hands and lathered up his long brown hair.  The
suds flowing down his back, into the crack of his ass made me wild.  I
ran my fingers down his back, rinsing his ass.
 
I grabbed his penis from behind.  Poker just stood there.  I slowly
stroked his hot shaft.  He pressed his ass into my stiff cock.  He slid
back and forth.  As I continued stroking his cock, I could feel it
throbbing, ready to burst.  My cock was pumping violently with orgasm
only seconds away.  I felt the head of his cock stiffen and swell.  His
knees buckled but I lovingly held him up with my free hand.  He took in
a breath and held it.  As I stroked, I felt his penis flex and pump as
his sperm flowed out the tip on to my hand.  After the last pump, he let
out the breath.  At that moment, I reached orgasm, and I spewed my sperm
all over his firm, sweet ass.
 
The two of us just stood there under the running water, allowing the
semen to be flushed from Poker's young body.  He looked up at me and
gave me a devilish smile.  "Awesome", he whispered.
 
We got out and I dried him off.  A little drop of his sperm made its way
to the tip of his now soft penis and I touched it.  I put my finger to
my lips and licked it.  Poker chuckled and put his arm around me.
 
The two of us walked into the bedroom, still nude.  We sat on the bed.
Poker gently pushed me over and he lay next to me with his head on my
shoulder.  A minute later, Poker rolled on his side and stared into my
eyes.  He brought his face close to mine and we embraced in a long, deep
kiss.  His young saliva entered my mouth and it brought my blood to
boiling.  I could feel my penis again beginning to stiffen.  I reached
between Poker's legs and confirmed that his cock was stiff.
 
Poker pulled his face away.  He put his head between my legs and
inserted my dick into his mouth.  He licked and sucked so fast and hard
that I thought I'd toss my load right there.  He pivoted himself around,
placing his cock at my mouth.  I sucked his young cock.  It was smooth
but hard.  It pulsated and he humped it in my mouth.  I began pumping my
cock into his mouth.  He took my whole cock and seemed to love it.  He
pushed his cock deep into my mouth as if trying to ram it down my
throat.  Just as his body began to twitch, I took his penis out of my
mouth and swung myself around.  I stroked his cock and watched as his
head swelled.  His penis became intensely hard.  I felt it pump and a
shot of sperm came flying out about two inches and landed on his
hairless stomach.  The next three or four pumps oozed sperm down his
shaft which flowed onto my hand.  Another few pumps and he let out with
a groan.  His body went limp.
 
He grabbed my penis and stroked it.  Seconds later, my body shook with
pleasure and I sent a wad of sperm all over my stomach.  It continued
pumping and I spewed my cum all over myself and Poker's hand.  We lay
next to each other and caught our breath.
 
I looked at his sperm on my hand and licked it.  He licked my sperm from
his hand.  Then he pushed his face against mine and we kissed deeply.
We tasted each other's cum.  We exchanged it between our mouths.  A few
minutes later, Poker put his head on my chest.  We both fell asleep.
 
 -----
 
I woke up to a dark room.  We had been asleep for a couple of hours and
Poker was snoring on my chest, his saliva rolling down my side.  His
penis was stiff so I gave it a squeeze.  He moaned with pleasure in his
sleep.
 
I got up and headed for the bathroom to take a leak.  When I returned to
the bedroom, Poker was sitting up, watching me.
 
"I never did that with a guy before", he said.
 
"Huh?  Me neither", I admitted.
 
"Yeah, but you probably got head from broads and shit like that, didn't
you?"
 
I admitted, "Yeah, sure, but this was different.  This was better.  This
was special."
 
He nodded.
 
I asked, "Did you ever have sex with a girl?"
 
He shook his head.  "No.  I only started jerking off a year ago.  My
friend taught me when I slept over."
 
He lowered himself back down on my chest and continued, "My old man used
to tie me to the bed and beat me.  God, I hate that son of a bitch!
Then he'd try to force his big dick on me when I was sleeping.  It
hurt.  Once I thought it felt good, but he was such an asshole..... but
I....."  He stopped there.
 
"You mean, you think you enjoyed it?"
 
"Well, yeah, I mean, it sort of felt good.  My friend Billy stuck his
dick up my ass once.  I liked that.  I was 13 then.  He taught me how to
jerk off.  He taught me a lot of stuff."
 
He propped himself up on his elbow.
 
"Me and Billy, well, we used to camp out to get away from our parents.
He used to pull my pants down and play with me.  I used to play with
his, too.  One time, he was playing with mine, you know, sucking it and
all, and I got this fucken awesome feeling.  That was the first time I
got the feeling.  It was so cool that I did it again a few minutes
later.  I was afraid there was something wrong, but Billy did it, too.
He said he did it every night to help him fall asleep.  I've been doing
it ever since.  Now I get the stuff out."
 
This talk was making me horny as hell.  My cock was stiff.  Poker was
manipulating his penis as he spoke.  It was nearly hard.  He pressed his
dick against my leg and began humping it like a dog.  He pushed closer
and closer, bringing his dick next to my ass.  I rolled onto my
stomach.  Without saying a word, Poker mounted me and pressed his cock
at my ass.
 
"Wait", I said.  I jumped up and got the Vaseline out of the bathroom.
I smoothed some on his cock and put some on my ass.
 
I lay back down on my stomach.  Poker lay on top of me.  I felt his cock
pressing my pucker hole.  He made grunts as he tried to shove it in.  I
reached behind me and held his penis, holding it at my ass.  He gave a
thrust and his head poked inside me.  He grunted some more as he lowered
himself more, penetrating my ass deeper.
 
"Holy fucken shit, man!  You're hot!  I'm inside you!"
 
"Fuck me, Poker.  Do it.  Stick your cock in all the way and pump it.
Cum inside me, my sweet boy.  Give me your boy cum!"
 
He pumped violently in my ass at the words I spoke to him.  He gasped
for air and let out moans which grew louder in intensity.  His body was
sweating.  His arms shook as he gripped around me, his hands clenched
together, digging into my stomach.  The bed squeaked and rocked as this
young boy forced his young meat into my hole.  His hair swayed into my
face as he fucked me.  He let out a few screams.  His voice cracked and
I felt his cock stiffen.  His body trembled, shook and then went stiff.
He gave a mighty thrust inside me.  I could feel his cum rocketing deep
inside my ass.  I would have loved to see him shoot.  Again he thrust.
Again he shot his cum inside me.  He yelled with pleasure which made my
ears ring.  Finally, he gave one more lurch and his body fell limp.  He
panted.  His sweat rolled off his face onto my back.  He loosened his
death grip around me and rested his hands on my back, running his
fingers through my hair.  I felt his penis soften inside my ass.
 
He kissed my neck.  Then he withdrew his soft, shriveled penis.  He was
still out of breath.  He panted, "Holy fuck!"
 
I ran my fingers through his hair.  "How did you like it?"
 
He giggled.  "Wow!  Un fucken believable", he said as he looked at his
penis.
 
He started stroking my cock.  With his other hand, he grabbed the
Vaseline and smeared some on his ass.
 
"What are you doing?  I thought you..."
 
"I want you to fuck my ass", he said as he got on his hands and knees.
 
I was confused.  "But, Poker....."
 
"Fuck me, man.  Do it.  I love you.  Please!  I fucken love you, man.  I
been watching you for ages.  I want you to fuck me.  You drive by and I
wave but you never say 'hi' to me.  Why won't you say 'hi' to me, man.
I fucken love you, don't you understand.  If you didn't have car
problems.."
 
"Poker", I said, putting my arms around his chest, "I saw you but I
didn't know you were waving at me."
 
"No, man.  I've seen you at the store.  I've watched you come out of the
7-11.  I saw you buy the tune-up parts, too.  I've wanted this for a
long time!"
 
He was nearly in tears -- his voice was cracking.  "Please, DJ, fuck me.
I've waited so long!"
 
I mounted him and gently, lovingly, I slowly entered him.  At first I
pressed the head of my cock against his ass, waiting for a negative
response.  There wasn't any.  I penetrated his ass with my head and
waited.  His breathing was deep now.  His sighs turned into moans as I
inserted myself all the way.  I began kissing his neck.
 
"Yeah, like that.  Fuck me.  I want to be your boy.  I want to be your
slave."
 
I pumped his ass gently and slowly at first.  I'd slowly pull my cock
back, allowing his ass to spit it out.  Then I'd slowly push it back in.
Poker's head bobbed up and down and his hair swung from side to side as
I fucked his tight hot ass quicker.  I held him in a loving bear hug as
my body wrapped around his young hot body.  I looked across at my
dresser mirror and was driven crazy by the sight of our shining bodies
humping in the dim light.  Occasionally, Poker looked into the mirror
for the same sight.  His body trembled and he moaned loudly.
 
I began to feel my orgasm getting nearer.  He continued yelling out at
me, begging me to fuck him fast and hard.  So that's what I did.  I
pumped and thrust deep inside his sweet, young ass.  I felt his young
balls slapping against mine as my cock fucked deeper and deeper.  He
began stroking his cock.
 
Finally, it happened.  The lights went out.  I didn't know where I was.
My whole body got hot.  I felt my cock explode.  As Poker yelled for me
to fuck him deeper, I gushed my load into his body.  I flooded his ass.
I felt my cock sloshing around in my own sperm.  It oozed out his sweet
ass.  I pulled my cock out as it was still pumping.  I stroked it by
hand.  Gobs of my cum dribbled on Poker's hot ass and on to the covers.
I stuck my face in Poker's ass and licked it, making both our bodies
shake with pleasure.  Poker wildly stroked his cock.  He whined and
sighed.  He yelled out as he climaxed.  His hand slid on his slippery
cock.  As my orgasm subsided, I saw gobs of his cum dropping on my
covers.  We both fell next to each other, out of breath.
 
A short time later, I turned the shower on and we again washed each
other.  With every stoke of my hand, I lovingly cleansed this precious
young boy's body.  This boy was mine and I loved him so much.
 
"Poker, I love you.  I love you more than anybody else in this whole
useless world.  You're all that matters to me now."
 
Poker buried his face in my chest.  He hugged me tightly.
 
We got dressed and it was time for my boy to leave.  He said he'd walk
home.  He needed the time to think.  He also wasn't in a hurry to get
home.  We kissed a long kiss of good bye.  We told each other how much
we loved each other and I watched as this clean young boy passed from
view in his dirty cutoffs, clutching his skateboard.
 
It's nearly been a year since then.  I never even bothered to ask him
where he lived.  I drive the same route every day, but I have yet to see
Poker.  I'm hoping the next time my car overheats, he'll be there.