Date: Sun, 28 May 2006 09:52:45 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "There is something about 40 year olds

Stories about cross-generational hookups are the most restrictive of who
may view them.  While all of the stories in Nifty are for adults only, this
category should be carefully avoided by under 18 year olds.


I'm sixteen; look fourteen.  I'm skinny, pretty good looking.  My best
feature is knockout hair.  It is naturally tight curly and the color is
very light brown.  I let it grow out so that it tumbles over my forehead.
Makes me look like the angel I'm not! (Hah!)

My looks drive guys of forty nuts.  I finally figured out why.  You see
their sex life with their wives has cooled down, but they are almost as
sexed up as they were at twenty.  Their thoughts have turned to those hot
JO sessions of their teens.  Jerking off with hot guys in the garage or
basement.  That's why they go a little slack jawed when they see me.  All
that past rushes back at em.

But it's a perfect fit.  I love forty year olds.  They are way cute.  If
they were handsome, they look even better.  Now their beards are a little
shadowy, there is a little cute pad of skin under their chins, their chests
are hairier......and they got bucks now.  At the Y I see them in the
shower.  Their balls hang lower now, and their cocks seem like they are a
little hard all the time.  Bodies still nice looking, strong hairy legs and
little pooch on their bellies.....nice lived in look.

Let's get it straight (bad choice of words!)  I'm no boy whore, but
occasionally I will extract some dough from some hot forty year old that is
smitten with my smooth, slim looks and big blue eyes under my golden fleece
hair.

Like today.  I'm walking down the road, hoofing it to the local movie
house.  It's about two miles down the state highway.  It's hot as hell
today and my tee shirt is wet in the back and my hair is beginning to turn
color from sweat.  I know if a car comes along it'll stop because the
driver will get one look at my perky ass showing clearly through by tight
short-shorts.  Sure enough, I hear the zoom-zoom of a car on the road,
coming behind me.  The brakes are applied hard.  I turn.  It's a Jag.
Nice!  The passenger door is thrown open.  "Need a lift?"

I go into my innocent kid act.  "Gee mister, if it's not too much trouble.
I melting out here.  Going to the dollar movie in town.  Is that on your
way?"

The way he is raking his eyes over my body, I know that he would go fifty
miles out of his way to get me as a passenger.  He waves me in.  Oh, oh, he
is a beauty.  Square face, shadow of his whiskers growing in from the
morning shave, bare arms with nice soft black hair on them.  He smiles
toothpaste ad white perfect teeth.

I sit spread legged on the leather.  It feels real sexy on my bare legs.
As soon as the door closes I can smell myself......fresh boy sweaty.  I
glance at him, he likes his lips and croaks.  "You hitch often?"  I tell
him 'naw', that my folds tell me not to but he seems nice.

He starts that minuet of questions leading to more intimate ones soon,
questions about my grade (so he knows my age) about sports, then here it
comes, "You got a girl friend?"  I tell him no.  "That must be hard for
you, no sex at your age.  You jerk off?"

We got here real fast.  I tell him that I get hard all the time and whack
off at least two times a day.  In fact, "Mister I'm real hot right now and
when I get in the movies I'll probable whip it out and begin stroking."

His forehead is beaded with sweat even in the air-conditioning.  "Er, if
you're really hurting I could......I could...."

"Yeah mister?  I can see you're boning up.  You got a big one."

"I could drive over to the back of the mall parking lot and maybe play
around."

I could tell that this successful smart guy was scared to death that I
would refuse.  His mind was now almost entirely controlled by his cock.  I
was the boss.

He parked against the back wall, pulling the car in backwards so we could
see if anyone was coming.

"Okay, it's safe here," he said, unsure of how to proceed.

I reached for the recline handle and pulled it.  I was almost prone, my
hardening dick making a very visible bulge in the light material of my
shorts.  I waited to see if he would make a move.  Ho dice.  He was shaking
with lust but too afraid to do anything.  It was up to me.  I slid the
elastic waist shorts down.  I wore no underwear, just more to wash.  My
pale smooth, flat belly shone in the dim light and the pale brown bush over
my long slim cock was revealed. There was a slight smell of uncircumcised
boy cock drifting up. I heard him gulp.

I closed my eyes to give him a good chance to look. I lazily began to
stroke.  I was not even close to cuming.  I began to hear his raspy
breathing.  "Can I touch it>"

"Sure, er what's your name?  Mine's Devon."

His name was Walter.  He reached out a shaky hand and touched the moist
head now peeking out with dew on it.  I put on my act.  "Oh Walter, that
feels so good.  I wish you could use your mouth."

"Yeah," he said, "I would like that."  He was drooling and licking his
pretty lips.  He leaned forward.  I would bet that he didn't have a
rational thought in his head at that moment.  He had shifted into pure sex.
The thing he wanted most in the world was to close his lips around that
seven inch slim boy cock.  As he got within one inch of my pulsing cock I
put my palm under his chin.  He looked at me questioningly, his nice
forehead furrowed.

"Walt, can you lend me twenty dollars for the movies and pop corn?"

In a flash he knew he had been had but what the fuck, this kid was worth
it, he must have thought.

He swallowed twice and said hoarsely, "Sure. You're worth it.  You are some
beauty."

Thank was nice.  I like compliments.  He opened his mouth, he had a sweet
very pink clean tongue that he used to lick my cock.  He slipped his warm
lips over the head and moved my cock cover back and forth with his
lips. That was real nice and I was beginning to buzz in my balls.  At this
moment I was falling in love with his mouth.

He moved my cock from its position on my belly so that he could get to work
on it.  He slipped it deep in his throat.  Oh, oh.  That was getting me
hot.  The poor man was beside himself, moaning and puffing around my cock.
He was beyond hot himself.  Now he must have revived a talent from those
hot sessions of his youth and allowed my cock to enter his throat.  I began
to moan loudly, and starting thrusting into his mouth.  He gagged a few
times, I didn't give a shit.  I wanted to get my cum.  But good soldier
that he was he recovered and now used a strong suction and bobbed up and
down.  He reached a warm hand under my balls and tickled them, then pulled
them down.  I knew that I was fast getting there.

I spoke with difficulty.  "Mister, I'm almost ready to unload.  "Where do
you want it?"

"My mouf," he said speaking around my cock.

"Okay," I grunted, "Get ready.  This is going to be a big one."

When I cum I sort of black out and shake like a crazy man.  He held me
tightly as my orgasm hit and my thighs went into a fucking motion.
Suddenly my body stopped moving and I froze which usually happens just
before I spew.  The first spurt medium but the second one was the big one.
He coughed and swallowed and was ready for the third and fourth and final
dribbles.

He sat up, I continued to lie there trying to get down from that heavy
experience.  He reached into his wallet and took a twenty.  "You are worth
a hundred, kid."

Finally I sat up and put my shorts back on.  I looked down at his lap, his
nice dressy pants was soaked with spooge.

"I guess I came when you did.  Kinda messy, huh?"

That was his problem.  I put the twenty in my side pocket along with the
three dollars I already had there, opened the car door, waved cheerily at
him and headed for the movie.

A few moments later I heard the vroom of the Jag as it roared out of the
parking lot.

I made his day.  He will jerk off for weeks remembering each detail.  It
was pretty nice for me.  Those forty year olds, they are so hot.


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