Date: Fri, 20 May 2011 23:52:58 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: The Tease Part 1

This is a fictional story depicting sexual acts between men
and boys as well as father and son. If this offends you please
read no further.

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ng.ben9@gmail.com.

Read my other stories at http://groups.google.com/group/bens-sexual-adventures.

The Tease - Part 1

I've noticed some teenage boys do crazy things in public. They
look around, and when they see (or think) that no one is
looking, they start rubbing their crotches or putting their
hands in their shorts. May be as teenagers, they are horny all
the time, and they can't wait till they get home. Or may be
they like to do it in public for the added thrill. Anyway, I
certainly don't mind. I've seen a few of them. For example, I
was on a plane one time and saw a kid about 13 who kept
rubbing himself. It was a long flight and most people were
sleeping. He was on the other end. I saw him looking around,
and seeing it was dark and most people were sleeping, he
started rubbing himself. He got red in the face and I could
tell he was breathing hard. He went at it for a long time,
edging himself until the plane arrived and he rushed to the
bathroom to finish off. When he got out he had a relieved look
on his face, which I thought was cute and funny.

I really liked watching them. It reminded me of my horny
teenage days. I'm still horny, of course, but those were the
times. I remember I liked to go to bookstores and libraries,
find male erotica and jerk off by putting my hand in my
pocket. I would cum in my shorts and no one would notice. Or
may be I was just one of those kids who thought nobody
noticed. I always smile knowingly when I see something like
that nowadays. I don't approach them or anything; I just watch
from a distance. If they don't mind doing it in public, I
certainly don't mind watching.

So you see, I really pay attention to what's going on around
me. Hand movement down in the crotch, especially. This
Saturday, I was having lunch with my friend and I noticed a
kid of about 14. He was dark and quite handsome, clearly the
sporty, active type as he kept talking excitedly to his dad
about scuba diving. I was sitting at an angle, somewhat close
to him so I could hear everything. His dad had his back
towards me so I couldn't see his face.

Normally I'd just take a look at the handsome boy and go on
with my meal, but something caught my attention. His hand was
going up one of the legs of his shorts and he's tugging
himself. It was under the table so his dad couldn't see, and
I'm sure he thought no one would notice. But again, I was
sitting at an angle and I saw everything. He kept tugging it,
his shorts went up further and I could see the inner lining. I
was sure he wasn't wearing underwear. As a teenager, I loved
wearing shorts with inner linings. My balls felt so free and I
felt so sexy. He kept tugging and rubbing his cock and my eyes
were fixated on it. He didn't know I was watching, but I was
enjoying the show. My friend was talking to me about something
but obviously I wasn't listening. He started calling my name
loudly and I snapped back. The son and dad on the other table
also looked over.

"Ben! What the hell were you staring at?"

"Um, nothing!"

"Ben? Is that you?" The dad on the other table called out.
That voice sounded familiar. I looked over and to my surprise
it was Brad, my college buddy. He was quite handsome and I had
a crush on him for a while, but I knew he was totally
straight. He used to tell me all about his sexual adventures
and all the chicks he nailed. I pretended to be interested but
I was mostly just staring at his handsome face while he
talked, fantasizing about what I'd do to him. I was really
surprised to see him there, and even more so that I have been
staring at his son.

"You know each other? No wonder you were staring." My friend
said. Yeah, whatever. What he didn't know didn't hurt him.

Brad called me over. I went to his table, my eyes still didn't
leave his son. At some point the kid must have noticed I saw
him tugging his cock, because he looked really embarrassed. I
gave him a knowing smile that assured him I wasn't going to
tell his dad.

"Ben! How are you doing? It's been a while!" Brad was glad to
see me and I was really excited to meet this handsome guy
again, not to mention his good-looking son. He still looked
good, but with a beard that made him look more matured. He
still had that charming, friendly smile that I fell for some
ten years ago.

I made some small talk with Brad, catching up to each other's
life. Brad introduced me to his son, Brian. We joked about how
our names were so similar: Ben, Brad, and Brian. Brian had a
sparkle in his eyes and a mischievous smile as he shook my
hand. I knew that look well. I probably looked like that when
I was his age, always up to something.

Brad started talking about his son. He was really proud of him
and kept saying what a wonderful kid he was, never giving him
trouble, loved sports and doing well in school. All the while
Brian had that mischievous smile which told me there was a lot
more to this perfect kid. Brad was the kind of guy who was
easily content. He was very easy going and big hearted, but he
tended to miss out details and nuances. Basically, give him a
wife, a stable job and a kid and he would be happy. I actually
liked that about him. He was simple and content, always
positive and hopeful.

His son obvious knew that and used that to his advantage. He
was practically jerking off in front of his dad and Brad knew
no better. But a stranger who saw his actions now claiming to
know his dad was a threat. He had to get a sense of me. He was
reading my face all along to see if I was his friend, if I was
on his side. I tried my best to assure him I was, but he
needed a little more. After a few minutes of mostly Brad
talking to me, Brian got up and said he needed to go to the
restroom. His dad thought nothing of it and didn't even look
at him, but when Brian passed his dad he winked at me and
motioned for me to follow him with his head. I continued to
chat with Brad for a while before excusing myself to follow
Brian.

When I was in the restroom, Brian was at a urinal, peeing.
Since I knew he wanted to talk, I went to the one next to him.
I couldn't help but look down at his cock. It was a nice thick
four inches soft, with foreskin which he rolled up. He caught
me looking and gave me another grin. I started peeing myself,
deliberately letting him see my cock. It was bigger than his,
of course, about five inches soft. He looked at it wide eyed.
I knew all too well. My cock was unusually thick and people
were usually amazed when they saw it. He looked back up at me
in awe, and again the mischievous look was on his face.

We peed for a long time, checking each other out. By then I
was pretty sure this kid was gay. I even gave him a little
show to tell him I was interested. When I finished peeing, I
jerked my cock a little too much, making it semi-hard. His
eyes were riveted on my cock and a look of amazement was on
his face, as he saw my already thick cock getting even
thicker. I smiled. He was hooked. After shaking and jerking it
for an obscenely long time, I finally put my cock away. He
still had his cock out and was jerking it as well, his
foreskin covering and uncovering his cock head. It has grown
substantially as well. I enjoyed my show as he finally got
every drop out and put his cock back into his shorts.

As we washed our hands, I asked, "Brian, you wanted to talk to
me?"

"You saw what I was doing under the table?"

"I don't know. What were you doing under the table?" I
smirked.

He stared at me. "You are not going to tell my dad, are you?"

"Is there a reason to?"

"Are you gay?"

"Well, are you?"

"I asked you first!"

"And I asked you second!" I was just having fun with him.

"I know you are, the way you stared at me."

"You stared at me too, just now."

"I'll keep your secret, if you keep mine."

"What do I get for keeping your secret? My sexuality is not
really a secret."

He thought about it. In his mind being gay had to be a secret.
He never thought I'd be openly gay, in his little world.

"What do you want?"

"What can you offer?"

"Do you never answer a question? It's annoying."

"You don't answer mine either."

"Fine, can we start over?"

"Sure."

"What do you want, Ben?"

"I don't know. A blow job? Or a hand job?"

"That's sick!"

"I didn't ask to fuck you, did I?"

"Hell, no! You pervert!"

"How about I suck you off? You have nothing to lose."

"Are you serious?"

"Sure."

"Let me think about it."

He finished washing his hands and walked out. I followed. When
he got to his seat, he seemed deep in thought. His hand
immediately went back down his shorts. If you paid attention,
you could see his right arm moving, but of course Brad didn't
notice. Brad kept talking to me about the good old college
days. My mind was elsewhere, of course. I couldn't tell if
Brian has decided to let me suck him, but he was definitely
aroused by the idea. His face was red and he was breathing
heavily. His rubbing under the table was also getting quicker,
I could see from his arm moving. I think he was fantasizing
about me sucking him. I smiled and winked at him.

Then all of a sudden, he stopped. It didn't look like he came,
because there were no tell-tale signs of relief. But from the
sparkle in his eyes and the mischief, I knew he was up to
something. As Brad and I continued to chat, I felt Brian's leg
touching mine. At first I thought it was an accident so I
retracted my legs, but he kept stretching forward to touch
mine. He slowly moved up my leg until he reached my thighs. I
could feel his bare foot touching my thighs. He was wearing
sandals which could be taken off easily. He was teasing me
under the table! What was he trying to do?

I had trouble keeping a straight face and continuing the
conversation. Brad, being who he was, happily chatted away
without noticing anything. Meanwhile Brian had a smirk on his
face and kept up his tease. His foot was touching my groin
now! He pressed the sole of his foot directly on my cock,
which was growing harder by the second. I wanted to moan but
knew better. It took me everything to ignore it and
concentrate on the conversation. I was fully hard in no time
and Brian was stroking my entire length with his foot over the
fabric of my pants. I was leaking precum so hard, but also
enjoying it tremendously. It was hot, but also a torture.

I had no idea what I said during the conversation. As was in
college, Brad loved to talk and he wouldn't notice me spacing
out. I was fantasizing about doing him when we talked in
college. Now, I was fantasizing about doing his son. Actually,
his son was coming on to me. After God knows how long, Brad
finally stopped talking and said he had to go. He told me he'd
love to get together again and that he would come to this
restaurant every week after Brian's scuba diving lessons. I
told him I can meet him here again same time next week. We got
up and said our goodbyes.

I was a little embarrassed about my hard on and wet patch on
my pants, but knowing Brad, he probably wouldn't notice.
Brian, on the other hand, was staring at my crotch the whole
time, enjoying his handiwork. I gave him a dirty look, and
asked Brad for his number. After exchanging numbers, Brad
waved goodbye and started to walk off. Brian looked at me and
I held up the piece of paper with his dad's number, as if
saying I could tell his secret anytime. Brian shot me a dirty
look and casually grabbed his crotch. Was he telling me he
agreed to my terms? They were completely in his favor anyway.
I could get a blowjob or hand job from a number of people; I
didn't need him for that, but sucking him would be more
interesting. Surely young guys, even straight ones, don't mind
someone sucking them off for free? What have they got to lose?

Anyway, I watched as Brian turned around and rushed to catch
up with his dad. They walked side by side, talking as if
nothing unusual happened. I can't help but think Brian was
playing his dad like a fiddle, pretending to be the innocent,
perfect kid. Imagine my surprise when I got a phone call that
night, from none other than Brian.

"Hey, Ben?" Brian's young voice came through the phone.

"Brian?" I was surprised. I was not expecting Brad to call so
soon, not to mention his son calling me at all.

"You said you'd keep my secret if I let you... um... suck me?"

"Yes."

"Well, when do you want to do that?"

I couldn't suppress a smile. Jackpot!