Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2013 21:26:22 +0000 (GMT)
From: white.socks_3@yahoo.de
Subject: The Meeting {homeboy} (MB con) [1:2]

Light at heart I walked towards a park in the city where I live. Earlier,
as I got out of bed, the weather didn't seem to be very promising. On
exiting the subway, however, the sun was shining and spring was clearly in
the offensive. It wasn't only my lungs which swelled due to the
freshness of the early morning air. The birds happily excorted me on my
way, cheering me up with their singing and celebrating the coming season.

On entering the park, my eyes started to wander among the trees and the
benches. There wasn't much going on this early in the mornig. I was
looking for something very special. A boy. All I had was a picture from the
internet, probably not very recent.  I could recognice short, struppy blond
hair and blue eyes. It was nothing but a bad print out, but the picture in
my hand still radiated something very special to me. In my head, it
connected to long chat sessions and lony hours at night desperately
producing a complete image of this so tantalising young boy. Apart from
that, I didn't have anything but my intuition as a boylover. Though
apart from the occational jogger and a few people walking their dogs, the
park was deserted.  Whilst searching, I registered the beauty of the park
and the creatures within it, enjoying the smoothing warmth of the
sun. Slowly, I was getting uneasy. Afterall, the park wasn't that big.

As I came around a bend on the path, I spotted him. I quickly reversed and
cowardly hid behind a shrubbery. I wanted to look at him, to observe
him. To absorb and to possess, enjoying the feeling of knowing what he did
not. There was still time, five minutes late would be ok. Making myselves
comfortable behond my bush, I looked closely. I wasn't far, fifty metres
at the most, though my vision was unclear due to excitement.

He was sitting casually on the bench, a well used skateboard resting by his
right foot. He also carried a small rucksack.  I couldn't help but
wonder what could be in it. Did he have any plans for the day? Below the
eyes I could recognize his boyish face, the more outstanding male features
of adolesence not yet evolved. A colourful t-shirt covered his torso, a
knee long pair of trousers sagged from his hips. I could clearly see the
waisteband of his underwear, american eagle. I like those. Did I mention
that to him in one of our cahats? Following the thin legs, my eyes
proceeded to white tennis socks and a pair of rather worn out street
sneakers.I saw the goosebumps on his skin caused by the crisp air, the
little pearls of sweat bundling beneath his hairline.

It seemed, he had been in a hurry to be on time. It was getting late, the
boy obviously grew uncomfortable waiting and moved unpatiently around the
bench. Absentminded he led his hand under his t-shirt up to his shoulders
and revealed a piece of his tummy. I got a clear view of the bellybutton. A
small amount of babyfat still appeared to clinge to his smooth and agile
teen body. As he bended over to play with the wheels of his skateboard, his
shirt slid up and I could get a look down in the dark of his baggy
trousers. My imagination let my produce an image of the marvellous buttocks
hiding there. The boy sat up and looked around. I would have to leave my
hide out. Otherwise, all would be lost.

"I thought you wouldn't come" he said with an accusing look in his eyes.
I returned his gaze and told him straight forward that I had been hiding
behind the bushes for nearly fifteen minutes, watching him.

"And?" he said, his clear blue eyes searching for something between his
feet. "Do you like me?" The last words came silently, almost
incomprehensible. Was there a tremble in his voice? All the carefully
rehearsed dialouges to sound cool where gone, chaos. What to say without
making a fool of myselves? I called his name.

"Jakob, you are just the way you should be" I told him, struggling to keep
my voice deep and manly. Something about this boy just braked my heart. I
moved in closer and let a hand through his hair. "You are just
like...you". His guard was down now, the trim of the cool, aloof skaterboy
was gone. I ventured a kiss on his forehead. Not to long or to short,
nothing mandatory. Just a kiss. The scent of boyhood rose in my nostrils,
combining with the smells of spring engulfing us into an explotion of
emotion in my head. He rose his head.

"Then why did you keep me waiting? Don't you trust me?" We were close
now, my senses were sharpened now, probing for accesss to his mind. It was
as could I concieve his croch, his armpits, his breath, even the smack of
his sneakers. All in fractions of a second. A few freckles, the white in
his eyes slightly red. Did he cry?

"I just wanted to watch you" I confessed. My eyes were travelling now. His
legs, between them, the small scratches on his knees."Do you want to go for
a walk? I think there is a nice lake nearby" I offered to carry his
rucksack and got rewarded with a clear view inbetween his ass cheeks as he
once again reached for his skateboard. This was just to fucking awesome.
"I know a place where we can go." We followed the path between the trees,
the air still new, the park empty. The crowds would arrive later. I let him
lead the way, observing him imploringly as he walked along. I enjoyed the
view of his bottom, his trousers semed to sag deeper for every pace he
made. It was as could I smell the sweat in the warm, moist crevice between
his arse cheeks. The path took us upwards, Jakob kept a strong pace. On the
top of the hill we paused briefly. I could see the drops of sweat forming
on his forehead, some running down to coat the delicate hairs protuding
below his nose, the smell of the dampness of his juvenile body, the brief
look of satisfaction of having reached the peak of this small hill.

At the lakeside we layed down on the still moist gras. I placed his head on
my breast and started plying with his hair a bit, caressing the backside of
his ears. I like that in partucular.  Mercylessly, my senses were
extracting every aspect of this artpiece of boyness. Remembering every
sentence, every point and exclamation mark of almost seven months of
internet chat, my hands moved around his body. I was hard as iron, my mind
was racing. Though, Jakob didn't let me. He clinched so hard, I
couldn't move freely.

"I'm scared." Jakob didn't let loose. "Please." I relaxed, kissed him
on the top of his head and let my fingers slide behind his right ear.
"Please don't hurt me." I stooped. This was not the always horny boy I
knew from the web. He appeared fragile and so very vounerable. I could hear
silent sobbing. I slid my hands down the back of his pants and cupped one
of his firm ass cheeks.

"I won't, Jakob. Just relax and trust me." My hand changed buttocks. I
hoisted him closer to my face now and a few of his teardrops fell on my
lips. Fuck! Explotion! How hot was that! We stayed like that for some
time. Not moving, not speeking. Only breathing, discerning one another. My
hands travelling, my nose burried in his hair still carrying the scent of
his bed. I slowly turned him on his back and slid his shirt up. It was
smelling from fresh boy sweat. Oh my god! It would have taken but a
butterfly to make me cum at this point. Now I could clearly recognise the
goose bumps on his belly, my hands went upwards and found one of his
nipples. They hardend. I was getting desperate.

"Please." The word drowns in moans as I reach down his pants, past his hard
fuckmeat to cupping his balls. He quiveres now, his breath deeper, his
moans are expressing curiosity and surprise. I extend my index finger and
let it travel downwards, to his little boyhole. It circles.

"Please." My tongue makes rounds around his nipples, goes downwards
caressing his tummy, exploring his bellybutton.  "PLEASE." Downwards to the
root of his boydick, my finger is massaging the entrance of his boyhole,
searching entry.  "PLEASE!" Upwards, carefully sliding his foreskin down,
enjoying the sensation of the cheese under it. What a dirty, little boy! My
tongue finds his piss slit, the round boundries of his dickhead, my lips
working.  "PLEASSSSE!!"I jolt his pants further down, force his legs apart
and bury my face between these fanatstic, lovely, incredibly intoxicating
buttocks still covered with sweat. Incredible!! So fucking sweet!! My right
hand is playing with his dicklet.  "PLEASSSSSSE!!!!" His begging is getting
more urgent now, my tongue senses the tensity in his ass. It travels across
his smooth ballsack and is replaced by two fingers. They quickly find his
point and as I work his dickhead with my lips he explodes. Violent bursts
of boysperm flood my mouth, it runs down his shaft past his nutsack and
disappears inbetween his asscheeks. I follow suit and sucks it all up, the
sweet boysperm running down my throat. In the surrounding trees, the birds
lift off

I kiss him deeply, placing his hand on my raging hard on. It almost
hurts. He looks me in the eyes.  "Yes!"

He takes my dick in his mouth. Awkwardly und unexperienced he tries to
accomodate my big daddy dick in his boymouth.  Soon it builds, I have him
turn around so that I can smell his ass while he is sucking. The scents
emerging pishes me mercilessly over the line. I have no chance what so ever
of holding back. The loads I give him are incredible. For a moment I cannot
see, faintly I hear coughing as he struggles with the onslaught of my
manhood.

"Jakob?" Coughing. "Jakob?" Gasping. "Jakob!? Do you want to be my son?"

Silence. Heavy breathing. Nothingness.

Then

"Yes."


Written by homeboy

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