Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 00:02:50 +0000 (GMT)
From: Bryan Henning <bryanhenning@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: This evening was fun

This evening was fun. I thought I would share it with you.

My older teen son is away with friends for the weekend. I have the house to
myself. My true pleasure is I to get a take-away for dinner. Normally we
watch what we eat, but on these rare occasions, I get to splurge.

At the local take-away, I could not decide, there was so much on the menu
that I normally consider as taboo. So I got a large pepperoni pizza and a
chilli burger with fries.

When I got back to my car, I struggled with all the food trying to get my
keys out. I put the packages on the roof when I heard a small voice "nice
car".

A very cute boy was admiring my ride. "Thanks, maybe you would like a ride
sometime." Well it was meant more of a polite put-off more than anything;
although I was pleased to hear a nice remark about my baby (the car).

"OK, I aint doin' nufin now" He ran around to the other side of the car
waiting to jump in. How embarrassing, I thought. Well I offered so I might
as well. Plus, I do like the boys. Although that has been a well kept
secret.

We got in and I asked the boy if he wanted a ride home. His fingers are all
over the place, playing with all the shinny buttons and Bakelite
knobs. "na, don't need to be back for ages". The engine roared to life
sending powerful rumbles through the seats.

"I can go wherever you are going." It sounded more like a wantful question
than a statement. I told the kid I was just going back home to eat the
pizza. "Great, I love pizza, can we share"?

Not using good judgement, I inwardly resolved to give in and let him share
the food. Plus a little company would be nice. On our way back, I learned
his name is Corin and he is 9 years old, 10 in a few months. The drive was
only 3-5 mins so there wasn't much time to get a life story.

When we got back, we sat on the floor sharing the pizza. There was less
sharing of the burger as Corin attacked it with vigour. My new friend was
channel surfing the bigscreen tv as he finished up the last of the pizza. I
took notice that he was a cute kid, slim, messy short hair. His clothing
was typical, t-shirt and running shoes. The strange thing, to me at least,
was his track pants were cut into shorts. I don't think I had seen it
before tonight.

As we came to the end of dinner and he had settled on a rerun of Malcolm in
the Middle, I thought about striking up a chat. "Hasnt anyone told you
about `stranger danger' and not getting in strange cars"? All I got back
was a giggle. I asked him what he thought was so funny.

"I wouldn't be so lucky" was his reply. He settled back against the sofa
with his knees up.

"Lucky!" I questioned him. I asked how he thought of being attacked as
lucky.

"Sure I'm gonna find some guy that is willing to give me a fiver to get my
knob sucked." Now that floored me. What could I do, what should I
do. Little me was awake and doing the thinking now. What can I say. I am a
closet boy lover and I had a closet boy. I reaching my pocket and pulled
out a 20. Slapping it on the closed pizza box I said "Maybe you found him".

"Aint nice to tease, thats like a years pocket money." He looked almost
pissed at my offer, thinking I was just playing.

After he realized I wasn't joking and the money was his regardless of
anything that happened or not. Corin asked, what he needed to do to earn
the entire 20.

Words were few from here, at least as I recall. I stood Corin infront of me
and started to strip him. His t-shirt was first to go, then his cut off
shorts dropped to the floor. Corin was wearing black sport-boxers that
clung tight to his frame.

His boxers soon found their way down and a glorious sight was exposed. His
sexy 2 .5 inches popped up. I had little resistance and engulfed his
rod. So smooth and so tasty. I grabbed his ass checks and started to help
Corins 9 yo dicklet to face fuck me. Licking and sucking his cock and tiny
balls was so sexy. I came in my pants as I enjoyed his boyhood for about 15
minutes.

Corin left in a great mood and a little richer. I hope to see him again
soon.