Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2012 10:37:22 -0800
From: Friscobeat@comcast.net
Subject: Gay Male, Adult Youth: Tiger and the Foul Ball, Chapter 1

  This is a story that involves sexual contact between an adult male and
teenage boy(s).  If you are not at least 18 you'll have to wait to get off
on this fantasy.  E-mail the author (that's me of course) at
friscobeat@comcast.net with the likes, dislikes or suggestions.

  Chapter 1

  Tiger and the Foul Ball

  Everybody says the American dream is dead.  Maybe.  Let's say that in the
midst of the darkest night there are a few little lights.  Let me tell you
my story.

  Five years ago my oldest kid left for college.  One month later my wife
filed for divorce.  Six months after that I was "let go" from my job 20
years.  I'm almost 50 and it doesn't look there are many job prospects for
me.  Carrie and I had an ugly divorce and she got the house leaving me with
only my savings.  I was surprised how quickly the money was spent.  Now I
am broke and almost homeless.

  But not quite.  I've done a few consulting jobs and have enough for rent
and food and a few other things.  I'm on a tight budget so when I went out
looking for a place to rent, I didn't want to live in an apartment so I
found this old house.  It was kind of shabby and run down and on the west
side of town but the rent was right.  The day I moved in was hot but
overcast.  I suddenly felt as low as I have ever been.  I grabbed a beer
and sat in the living room on one of the few chairs I still had.  I guess
there was about an hour more of sunlight and I sat with the gloom growing
around me.

  They noise outside kept me from feeling so alone.  There were guys hot
rodding down the street, dogs barking and hip-hop music coming from
somewhere.  Then there were the sounds of kids playing out in back.
Suddenly there was a crash from the back of the house.  I ran to the pantry
that led to the backyard and saw broken glass covering the floor.  There
was a baseball resting in the middle of the shards.  I opened the back door
and saw a kid of about 13 or 14 climbing over the fence.  The dude was
obviously afraid that I would be angry at him but he bravely walked over to
me ready for anything.

  Hey, this was one good-looking kid.  He had long girlish blonde hair,
just a few freckles on his cheeks and the fullest (and I must say the
sexiest) red lips I've never seen.

  "This is your baseball" I asked.

  "Yeah.  Sorry mister.  Me and my brothers were playing baseball in the
backyard and I crushed one that would've been a homer if it hadn't gone
foul over your fence.  Guess I broke your window, huh?"

  "Sure did."

  "So do you want me to pay for it cause I don't have really any money."

  "Well, the small pane of glass is not too expensive.  I'll pick one up
tomorrow."

  Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

  "But you have to help me fix it."

  A huge grin lit up his face.  What a smile this kid had.

  "But, a, like I don't know how to do it."

  "Don't worry, little dude, I'll teach you.  (Oh I could teach you a lot
of things, you little Tiger.) I should have the glass tomorrow morning."

  "Cool, tomorrow?"

  "I'll let you know."

  The little guy turned and ran toward the fence which was about 6' high.
Going at full speed he jumped up, grabbed the top of the fence and vaulted
himself over.  Athletic little bugger.  Just like a Tiger, I thought.  I
went inside, sat in my lonely chair and picked up my half full bottle of
beer.

  As I sat there in the growing darkness I kept thinking about the boy next
door.  I was actually happy that I was seeing him the next day.  Being
around young teenage boys always was kind of exciting.

  I fell asleep and had this dream.  I was being sucked off by a beautiful
boy who seemed like an angel and lined up behind him were naked boys each
with a raging hardon.  The line went out the door and around the corner.
Where were they all coming from?

  Guess what?  I woke up with my own full erection. I actually felt sad
that those kids were only a fading dream. Then I remembered I had lots of
memories to bring up.  Actual sexual times with John S., Bobby M., Lucas
B., Bill T., Nicky S., Brian B., Philip and Jack R., Lawrence B.  And there
were more but I can't think their names right now.

  The first memory I went to was the day I got my first blow job. Lawrence
told me that this kid down the street who was a foster kid showed him how
to suck cock.  He asked me if I wanted to learn.  Sure, I said.  We went
down into the basement and took off our clothes.  We were both hard.
Lawrence kneeled down and put his mouth on my cock and then put it in his
mouth.  I couldn't believe how awesome this felt with his lips going up and
down and his tongue exploring all around.  My dick felt like it had grown
three sizes.  It felt hot and almost like I was going to cum any second.  I
pulled out of his mouth and said that was enough.  Then he said that I had
to do it to him.  I kneeled down and stared at his straight as an arrow
hardon (I remember he had a birthmark right on the tip).  I felt the warmth
and a soft boy smell coming from him.  I grabbed his rock hard stiffly and
guided towards my mouth.  But I couldn't do it.  I just couldn't open my
mouth and do to him what he had done to me.  I felt like shit.  But
Lawrence was okay that I couldn't do it.  He said maybe next time. Lawrence
left and I went into my bathroom and had the biggest jackoff of my
life. God damn right there would be in next time!

  I went up to bed and hoped that I have more dreams.  But I didn't.

  Don't worry, there's much more to cum.  I'm just getting warmed up.