Date: 24 Apr 2002 13:07:57 -0700
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Sam and Mr. B (Adult Youth m/M)

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                              Sam and Mr. B
                                   By
                                  Dave


	My name is Sam.  I live in Ferndale, Michigan.  I am 18-
years old now.  A year ago I was staying over night at my best
friend's home.  Chris and I had gone to school together from our
freshman and sophomore years.  That year we were in our junior
year of school.  Over that time we knew each other pretty well.
We had a lot in common from classes to the sports we liked.
The only thing Chris didn't know about me was that I was gay.

	The Friday night I had gone straight to Chris's home with
him.  He had a car already so when we went anyplace he drove.
We horsed around in the back yard while his mother finished
dinner.  When she opened the sliding door to the back yard and
called out that we better get washed up for dinner.

	We went into the connecting garage bathroom to wash up
so we would track in grass or anything.  There were four of us
for dinner.  Chris's Dad and Mom sat at each end of the table.
Chris and I sat across from each other.  I knew his mom's name
was Carol but I called her Mrs. C and his dad was Mr. B to me.
The room was filled with the normal chatter about what needed
to be done.  They gave Chris some chores to do before he could
do anything this weekend.  His dad had some reports to write for
work and he figured he better do them tonight while they were
fresh in his mind.  His Mom said that her mother needed her to
come over and help her paint the bed room.  She figured it
would take what was left of tonight to move everything out of
the room.  They would wash the walls with TSP tomorrow and
mask the woodwork.  They might get the base coat on
tomorrow.  Then they could change the color of the room
Sunday.  With luck they could have the room back together by
Monday.

	So while his mother gathered up what she needed like
rollers, pans, masking tape and tarps, Chris and I washed the
dishes.  His dad went to his second floor office and we didn't
see him after that.

	After his mom left for her mother's Chris and I played
some video games until late in the evening.  When we got tired
we took separate showers and put on fresh underwear and turned
in.  His bedroom was big enough to have twin beds for
company.  I fell asleep and sometime in the night I woke up and
needed to pee.  I got up and slipped out of the room quietly to
visit the bathroom at the end of the hall.  After I emptied my
bladder I felt thirsty and decided to see what was in the fridge.

	I walked down the stairs quietly not wanting to wake up
anyone.  As in got down to the bottom of the stares I saw a
flickering bluish light coming from the family room.  I thought
Chris and I might have left the TV on and entered the room to
check it out.

	What I saw on the TV was not a program broadcasted on
satellite.  What I saw was a very explicit porno film.  Then I saw
Mr. B sitting there watching the TV with his under shorts down
around his knees.  He had his penis in his hand masturbating as
his eyes were glued to the action on the screen.  Mr. B had to be
around forty-two years old.  He had black hair and brown eyes.
He had a five-o-clock shadow all the time.  He was like a lot of
business men growing soft and a pot belly hanging over his belt.
Body hair getting thicker on his back at the same time it was
getting thicker on his chest and belly.  The most intriguing thing
about Mr. B was with his legs spread wide his hairy scrotum
hung down until it laid on the couch like two Brazilian nuts in
soft hairy sack and his penis was what I would call unreal.  It
was at least eight inches long.  The mushroom head was large
and purple in color.

	Before I could leave the room Mr. B noticed me.  He
didn't know what to do.  It was too late to pull his shorts up.
There was a long pause and I froze in my tracks, some where
between turning to leave and wanting to get closer.

	Mr. B asked, "Sam would you like to join me?"

	I stood there saying, "I...I...I...I don't know."

	Mr. B said, "Have a seat by me."

	I walked over and sat next to him.  He took my hand and
wrapped it around the shaft of his penis.  My finger tips barley
touched.  I started stroking the skin up and down slowly.

	Mr. B reached over and put his hand under the waistband
of my underpants and ran it through my soft brown pubic hair
until his hand slide up the shaft of my penis.  He placed a finger
over the hole in my penis and felt the pre-cum wet his finger.
He stroked my skin up and down a little while.  Then with his
other hand he pulled my shorts down.

	I lifted my hips up enough for him to get my shorts down
to my knees.  Then he pulled my scrotum up from between my
legs with one hand while he continued to masturbate me.

	Mr. C leaned over into my lap and engulfed my six inch
penis into his mouth as it grew in his mouth.  I could not stroke
him in this position so I removed my right hand and reached
over his back with my left and took hold of his shaft again.  I
was so excited that I started squirting cum in his mouth.  I
thought he would be upset.  Boys my age hated to get cum in
their mouth.  They would spit it out and curse you for not
warning them.  Mr. B sucked it out of me and drank it like it was
milk he was sucking through a straw.  When I was finished
coming in his mouth Mr. B sat up.

	He pushed me to the floor.  Them he stepped out of his
under pants.  He pulled my head down into his lap.  I opened my
mouth and swallowed all the meat I could.  My jaw hurt from
trying to keep my teeth from scrapping his head or shaft.  Mr. B
held my head with both hands and pushed and pulled my head
up and down with increasing speed.  When he climaxed in my
mouth there was so much that some even came out of my nose.
When I pulled my head back to swallow it so I could breath I
saw the hair around the base of his shaft was matted down and
wet from the cum that came out of my mouth.

	Mr. B told me to have a seat and rest while he got us a
drink.   I sat down on the couch and wiped the moisture off my
crotch while I caught my breath.

	Mr. B returned with two tall glasses.  When I took a sit I
knew it was not just seven-up.  There was a large amount of
whisky in it.  My throat burned a little when I swallowed it.
The next one was smooth and went down easy.  By the time I
drank it all I was feeling relaxed.

	Mr. B took my glass and sat it on the end table with his
own.  Then he positioned me face down over the arm of the over
stuff the couch.  He had a jar of Vaseline and greased up my
asshole.  I knew what he wanted to do and I was not sure I could
take his tool in my asshole.  With his finger greased up he
probed the hole with one finger at a time then two fingers and
finally three.  I was wiggling my ass around to accommodate the
intruding fingers.  He got on his knees behind me and guided
that purple head to my little brown hole.  When he thrust
foreword I let out a soft howl as it entered my behind.  He
fucked me slowly while holding both hips.  It seemed like he
took forever to cum.  When he did, he pulled out with a sucking
sound.  I felt cum running down my scrotum.  I reached between
my legs to feel the hole.  It was gapping open the size of Mr. B's
dick and cum was leaking out.  I tried to squeeze my anus shut
but it hurt to try.  Mr. B used his underpants to wipe the cum up
and when he touched my anus it clamped shut even if it did hurt.

	Mr. B sat me on his lap and comforted me by stroking my
body as he told me how good my ass was.  When I was starting
to get a hard-on from him stroking my body.  Mr. B poisoned
himself over the arm of the couch for me.   I got the jar and was
about to grease him up, when he said, "I'm no virgin Hon you
don't need that.  So I moved into place and when the head of my
penis touch the hole it almost sucked my dick in.  When it was
in all the way Mr. B's sphincter started gripping my shaft.  I
fucked him for a while.  Then I saw the TV and there on the
monitor was two men fucking just like I was doing to Mr. B.  I
found I was matching the pace on the TV.  When the guy came
in the ass of the other I guy, I shot cum into Mr. B's ass too.

	We went into the bathroom off the mudroom from the
garage and washed each other clean.  Then I put my underpants
back on and started heading back up stairs.  Mr. B stopped me
and kissed me like he would a woman and he told me he wanted
to do this again as he felt my ass.

	"I would love to Mr. B!"


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