Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2011 00:37:54 +0000
From: Coop
Subject: Take It Easy

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This story contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and an
adult male.

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read it.

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I was 14 in 1990. I used to baby-sit for the three younger siblings of a
girl I went to high school with when their parents wanted to go out or had
some event to attend. One night, after a New Year's party, the parents came
home trashed and arguing. Mrs. M was usually the one to drive me home but
this night she was pissed and stormed upstairs as soon as she walked in the
door. I was a little freaked out because I had never seen her so mad and
wasn't sure how I was gonna get home.

I went to the kitchen and found Mr. M standing over the sink drinking a
large glass of water. He heard me walk in and glanced back over his
shoulder while continuing to drink and motioned toward the garage with his
free hand. My cue, I guess, to head out to the car. I went outside to his
truck, which was idling in the driveway and climbed in and waited
nervously. I couldn't help but be nervous around the guy because I had
always thought that he was hot. He owned a contracting business and worked
outside a lot. He was tall, well over six feet with a strong build, sandy
blond hair, and weathered skin that made him appear older than he really
was which probably about 38 or 39.

When he finally came out and got into the truck he didn't really say
anything at first, but I could smell the beer when he breathed. As we
started off, it became clear to me that he probably shouldn't be driving
and I rechecked my seat belt for security. We had a pretty long drive for
as late as it was, owing to the fact that the M family lived in town and my
family lived on an isolated spot of land outside of town, maybe thirty
minutes away. We sat in silence and I would occasionally steal a glance at
him, his face glowing pale green under the light from the dashboard and the
pent up tension was obvious. His oldest daughter, the one that I went to
school with and his two younger sons that I baby-sat for looked exactly
like him, while the youngest daughter looked like her mother.

After about ten minutes of quiet, he smacked the steering wheel with his
right hand and shouted, "Fuck". I was startled and naturally, I jumped in
my seat. He looked over at me as if he'd forgotten that I was there and
apologized with a sigh. "Don't ever get married, Bill", he said, "women are
trouble!" I just looked at him, not saying a word.

He continued to fluster for the next several minutes, mumbling to himself.
I couldn't make out what he was saying. I finally asked him if everything
was okay between him and Mrs. M and he looked over at me again. "What", he
asked, distracted by my interruption. I replied, "Is everything okay?"

"Oh. Yeah. I'm fine. Fuckin' women. Teases, all of 'em", he went on, "There
was a chick at the Johnson's place tonight. She had a huge rack. I couldn't
help but notice---I like tits. Mrs. M caught me and tried to distract me by
flirting all fuckin' night long, she got me all fuckin' boned up." I
squirmed a little at this. "Then", he continued, "on the way home tonight,
she's rubbing my crotch the entire way and as soon as we pull in the drive
way, she tells me to go fuck myself and storms off!"

I didn't know what to say. My mouth had gone dry just thinking about Mr. M
getting his package fondled. "That sucks", was all I could muster. "Tell me
about it", Mr. M said emphatically, "I got a fuckin' hard on that wont
quit! Fuckin' bitch!" I sat there for a moment, very still, and when I was
certain he wasn't paying attention, I leaned over and grabbed his crotch.
Sure enough, he was rock-hard and I could feel a small slimy spot where he
had leaked through the denim of his well-worn jeans.

What was happening didn't register in his head right away, probably a
mixture of both frustration and booze. Finally, he did realize and he
quickly pushed my hand away. "What the fuck", he shouted. I stared back in
horror, the terror of what lay ahead playing in my mind---him telling my
parents, the punishment that would follow, maybe therapy. Mr. M looked back
at the road and continued driving, not saying a word.

We were about five minutes from my house when he suddenly turned off onto a
dark dirt road that continued into a heavily wooded area leading up to a
4-H camp. I panicked, unsure of what was going to happen. Once we were
clear of the main road and out of sight, he pulled to the side of the road
and turned off the engine and the headlights. We sat there for what seemed
like an eternity in the piercing quiet, motionless. I stared straight ahead
but could see his outline from the corner of my left eye, illuminated
faintly by what little moonlight there was peeking from behind the dense
clouds of the cold, January sky.

He began rustling in his seat and I heard the distinct click of his seat
belt unfastening. I looked over at him and was shocked to see him unzipping
his jeans spreading them wide as he simultaneously looped the thick
calloused thumb of his right hand under the elastic waist-band of his white
briefs and pulled them down. His throbbing cock sprang forth. He didn't say
a word he just looked straight ahead.

I released my own seat belt and slowly slid closer to him. I looked up at
him, into his pale blue eyes, but he continued to stare forward. I reached
over and closed my hand around his thick, circumcised dick, it jumped in my
hand and he let out a slow, soft moan. I studied his cock for a moment
taking in all of its beauty. It was dark, but I could trace the pattern of
thick veins crisscrossing the shaft. Mr. M's cock was not incredibly long,
maybe a little more than six inches, but I was unable to close my hand
around it; it was rock hard and searing hot and capped with a beautiful,
blunt, mushroom that oozed pre-cum like a fountain. I slid my hand up and
down the shaft two or three times spreading the liquid all over it. He
continued to moan.

As I leaned in and opened my mouth the musky scent of Mr. M's groin invaded
my nostrils. I closed my lips around the hot, hard flesh, taking as much as
I could before feeling the flutter of gag tickle in my throat. My head shot
back in a fit of coughing. When I had stopped and was finally able to open
my watery eyes, I saw those pale blue eyes looking back at me, smiling.
"Take it easy", he whispered. Then Mr. M placed his warm, rough hand on the
back of my neck and eased my head slowly back to his pulsing cock.

I thought about all of the porn I had seen and tried to mimic the women in
the videos. I moved my head up and down rhythmically while concentrating
hard on covering my teeth with my lips. I licked the slit in his cock-head
and squeezed the shaft, coaxing out every drop of pre-cum that I could.
Mr. M shifted in his seat and moaned with pleasure. I could feel my own
cock straining to be free from the prison of my Levi's.

A few minutes more of dedicated licking and sucking and squeezing and I
began to sense the inevitable. The hips lifting off the seat and the gentle
pressure of the hand on my neck, both trying to ease the fat, blunt
mushroom further into my eager mouth, the slowing and deepening of breaths
and the twitching of muscles in the rigid, furry abdomen resting beneath
the open palm of my left hand.

Finally, and without any warning, the already rock-hard cock penetrating
the back of my throat suddenly swelled and became harder still. With a jolt
and a stifled groan, as if I were causing him extreme pain, Mr. M let out a
torrent of cum in sharp fast spurts. I kept my mouth tightly closed around
his engorged cock as it spasmed violently. As the last few twitches
subsided, he started to breath again.

Slowly, I slid Mr. M's cock out of my mouth being careful not to lose a
drop the semen pooled on my tongue and with one deliberate gulp I swallowed
it all. It was my first load and unfortunately the last one I would get out
of Mr. M.

I slid back to my side of the bench seat and stared contently into the
darkness as Mr. M quietly stuffed his deflating member back into its proper
place and zipped up. The truck roared to life and the trip back to my house
continued, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic tick of the diesel
engine.

The remaining ten minutes or so passed with my mind lost in itself,
replaying what had just transpired and I was almost startled when the truck
abruptly halted. I quickly released my seat belt and opened the door to
slide out and as I did so a strong hand clenching my shoulder stopped me
short. I looked back at Mr. M and the look on his face was one of pure
terror. In the glare of the overhead light it was obvious that the blood
had drained from his face. Clearly, he had been caught up in the moment by
an overwhelming urge to bust a nut.

"Don't worry," I said quietly, "I'm not gonna say anything." His tightly
clenched jaw cocked a slight but crooked smile and his strong hand released
me from its powerful grip. I slammed the heavy door and the truck lurched
forward into the night. I stood there in the frigid darkness at the end my
driveway with my eyes clamped shut and listened as the sound of the engine
faded into the distance as it carried Mr. M back home to his wife and
family. Tick, tick, tick......

I sneaked into the house being careful not to wake my parents or my younger
brother and crept upstairs. There in the pitch-black quiet of my bedroom,
under a pile of sheets and blankets still heavy with a fresh chill, I
replayed the events of the evening one more time in the confines of my
skull only this time, when Mr. M blew his wad, so did I. To this day, I
think that it was the biggest load ever to shoot out of me.


Although I continued to baby-sit for the M family until I graduated from
high school, Mr. M never drove me home again. The memory of that night has
been a constant source of fantasy and pleasure over these many years and I
hope that you enjoyed it.