Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2004 12:39:04 -0800 (PST)
From: chris dalton <ridiculousz@yahoo.com>
Subject: shock of recognition

I had considered the entire matter a joke until we walked into Bob's
living room.  There upon a couch was the boy, on his back, naked, puffing
rapidly, red cheeked, eyes flaring as the man sucked his cock.  Another
man knelt near the boy's face, stroking his cheeks, speaking softly to
him.  A look one could only describe as a mix of fear and desire consumed
the boy's features.  He was about to cum.  His pink cock looked so
massive, so swollen in the mouth of his momentary lover.  He spoke
suddenly, in broken guttural words.  "This......is wrong.......isnt it?"
To which the kneeling man grinned, and petted him again, replying softly
"Nothing is ever wrong baby, does feeling this good make anything
wrong?"  And then the boy screamed in ecstacy, arching his back, cum
squirting into the face and mouth of a very happy man.

I was never so aroused in my life.  Everything within me ached and as I
stood gaping the boy (I say boy, he was a teen, but young and tender of
skin) looked up at me suddenly and smiled.

The two men hugged and kissed him, asking how he was, saying "See, did we
lie, has anything ever felt this good?"  He blushed in a charming way and
they spoke more quietly.  I could not hear the remainder of the
conversation.  Next to me Bob said laughingly "I told you so, you thought
I was fuckin' lying."

We'd met the boy earlier in the day.  His clothes were rags, he
looked dirty and hungry & Bob, out of the graciousness of his heart,
called some friends to meet the youngster at his house.  To give him
clothes.  To offer him a hot bath.  To feed him.  And I believed Bob's
intentions were altruistic, pure Christian motivation.  Oh, he kidded
and said quietly, "my buddies will fuck him before nightfall."  But Bob
was a joker, so I just laughed at his stupid talk.  Then we went for
lunch.  Bob is a friend of mine, a gay friend whom I've known since
high-school.  He never talks about his sexuality much, I don't talk about
mine.  Why would we?

After lunch Bob grins his sly grin and says "Let's see how boy wonder
looks in his new clothes.  You got time to stop by my place?"  And so we
did.

And now I'm paralyzed on the threshold of his livingroom, watching two
men eat the teen then laugh as they help him dress, as if nothing of
great importance has occured.  My swollen cock fights against my brain as
Bob goes into his kitchen still laughing.  Inside, deep inside, I know
this is the most beautiful act of loving, or sheer sexuality, I have ever
seen.

The boy walks close to me while I'm lost in thought.  He smiles, blushing
again, then reaches up and kisses my cheek, whispering "Thank you and
thank your friend."  I nod saying "yes" or "uh-huh", my tongue a jumble.
He smells of cum and his eyes are sleepy. He turns to go & I blurt
"You.......you really felt good doing that, didn't you, I mean it
felt......" and I wandered off into no words.  He turned towards me,
still sleepy eyed and took my hand.  "Where do you live?" he asked me.
And we walked slowly out to my car, hand in hand.  His new clothes looked
good to me, his hair wavy and bright from the bath.  He's young, the
night is cold, and he is willing.  Dear God he is a beautiful boy.  I
don't know for sure what I'm doing, but I start the car and impulsively
kiss his lips.  He opens his mouth to receive me.  And then we drive.


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