From: andrewca72@aol.com (AndrewCA72)
Subject: when I am bad....
Date: 8 Dec 1995 02:39:01 -0500

One night, I was at Kinko's in the Castro trying to make a color xerox. I
couldn't figure out how it worked, and was getting really frustrated. I
was just about ready to try kicking the machine, when one of the guys who
worked there came up behind me and said, "I know what you're thinking,
don't do it...."

I turned around, kind of irritated. I mean, they had been too busy to help
me for the last 15 minutes, and now I find out they're mind readers?

I opened my mouth to say something along the lines of fuck you, and almost
swallowed my tongue. This guy was about 6 feet tall, with deep brown hair
and the most laughing smile, and very soft lips... and he was obviously
laughing and smiling at me. "I'll do it for you if you can wait a minute,"
he said.

I almost didn't want to give up my tantrum, but managed to smile and say,
"OK, I can wait." He went back to what he was doing and from time to time
looked over at me, and smiled. My irritation and impatience began to be
replaced with a different kind of impatience. 

Finally, he came over and said, "What you got there?" I showed him what I
was doing, and while I was standing at the copier he stood behind me and
said, "Let me show you so you can do it yourself next time." It was a good
idea, but since he was pressed up against my ass with his crotch, my mind
wasn't exactlly at peak performance. I still have no idea how the machine
works....

While he was reaching around me to press the controls, I just let my eyes
close for a second. He said, right in my ear, "Your heart is pounding." I
opened my eyes and laughed and said, "I guess it is, I wonder why..."

He rested his hands on my hip bones, and his chin on my shoulder. The
copies started to appear, and he reached across me to the right to pick
one up. "This OK?" he asked. "Sure," I said, not even looking. "This is
great." And smiled.

He laughed and said, "I mean your copies."

They were fine, and he took me up to the counter to ring me up. I was
paying with a check, and he smiled and said, "I need your phone number." I
said, "It's on the check." 

"I'll get fired if I take that number off the check and call you for a
date."

I live with my parents for the time being, and I suddenly thought of what
would happen if he called there. I said, "I guess you could just ask me
out right now."

"OK, what are you doing tonight?" he said. "I get off at 10."

I said, "I'm meeting you here."

I came back at 10, and he was already out front, sitting on a planter at
the entrance. He smiled when he saw me; he had the most beautiful smile.
He said, "I'm glad you came back." 

We went across the street for a drink, and I got carded.... the curse of
youth. He laughed while I dug out my license and said, "Oh god, how old
are you?" I said, "22," which was how old I was at the time.

We had a beer and talked for a while, and then we went to his place
because he said he was hungry. He lived up on 18th Street in a house
behind an apartment building, and as we went down the alley to get there,
we had to go through a section where there weren't any lights on. He took
my hand while we went through there, and then didn't let it go when we got
to his porch, even though he had trouble unlocking his door with one hand.

He was turning around to switch on the light when we got in the door, and
I suddenly ran my hand between  his legs, to see if he was hard. He kind
of jumped in surprise, and grabbed my wrist. "Just checking," I said, kind
of in a whisper. He looked down at me for a second, not smiling or saying
anything. "Checking to see if I've got enough?" he said. "Well?"

"Checking to see if you're hard," I said. "I didn't get a chance to see if
you have enough."

"What a brat. I may not let you find out if you don't behave," he said,
but he was smiling.

I took my other hand and tried to feel his cock again. He grabbed that one
too, though, before I had a chance, and held both of them in one of his,
down between us. He took his other hand and pushed me down in front of
him, onto my knees, and pushed my face into his crotch. "Go on, check it
out," he said.

I pressed my face into his crotch, and outlined his cock with my lips. It
felt big, and was definitely hard. He still had my hands in his, and had
his other hand resting on my head. My arms kind of hurt, but when I tried
to pry them away he just pressed my face harder into his crotch. I was
hurting my face on the buttons on his jeans, and couldn't breathe very
well, but he didn't seem to care. I tried to turn my head and rub him with
my cheek, but he wouldn't even let me do that. "Seen enough?" he asked.

I nodded as much as I could, and he let me up. "Be good, now," he said. I
went and sat on the sofa, and he took off his jacket and went into the
kitchen. He was gone a few minutes, and I thought about walking out. He
was maybe a litte too rough for me. But I stayed.

When he came back in he said, "Since you didn't run away, why not take 
off your jacket and stay awhile?" I started to take it off, and while I
was in the middle of it he came over and pulled it down behind me, so my
hands were caught again. I was starting to get the idea that he liked me
that way... with my hands restrained. He knelt on the edge of the sofa
between my legs, and pressed me back against my arms, tangled in my
jacket, sliding one of his knees right up into my crotch and looking down
at my face. I licked my lips, without realizing it until I had done it. He
laughed again. "You're always laughing at me," I said. "You're so funny
and sweet and transparent," he said. "22, I must be out of my mind."

"How old are you?" I asked. He didn't look that much older than 25 to me.
"I'll be 30 next month," he said. "So I have 8 years on you, baby, so
watch out."

"I'm not having much luck watching out for myself tonight," I said. "I'm
not exactly in control of things at the moment." He didn't laugh, and
said, "No, you're not, are you?" and leaned down and kissed me, but very
very lightly, with his lips and just the touch of his tongue. I tried to
make it a real kiss, but he kept moving back while driving his knee
between my legs to keep me where I was. And he was hitting my balls, not
my cock, so it hurt a little. My arms were starting to hurt a little too.
"Let me touch you," I said, against his lips. "I don't let bad boys touch
me," he said. "And I can tell, you are a bad boy."

"So, where does that leave us then?" I asked. "If you won't let me
loose..."

"There you go," he said, stepping back. I stood up, dropped my jacket free
behind me, and walked towards him. He let my get my arms around him, and
he kissed me, this time deeply. His lips felt even better than they
looked, soft and dry and powerful, as he pressed mine open and raked his
tongue around in my mouth. I wound my left arm around his neck and snaked
my right down in between us again, while he grabbed my ass in his hands
and pulled me in tighter. Just as my hand touched his cock, I felt his
hands tighten on my ass. "Stop it," he said. I snatched my hand away, a
little confused. "Not until I say," he said. "OK," I said. I tried to go
back to kissing him, but now he was pulling his head away while still
grinding our groins together.

I was beginning to get frustrated, and he said, "This is just what's wrong
with you babies. You really don't know how to play."

"I don't think we're playing the same game right now," I said. And he
looked at me and said, "No, but this is my house and we're gonna play my
way, OK?"

"Do you play nice?" I asked.

"I play as nice or as nasty as you want," he said.

"How nasty?" I asked, a little nevously. He said, "That's up to you."

"Oh, great, finally something's up to me? Well, how about, a little nasty
and we'll see what happens?"

He took me into the bedroom then, and I got a little nervous. But he
started to kiss me and take my clothes off me, and then to strip off his
clothes. I didn't try and touch his cock again, but when he took off his
jeans it was kind of hard to keep my hands off. His cock was big and thick
and hard, with a glistening bead of cum already on the head. I almost felt
dizzy, and wanted to drop right down and suck on it, but he caught me
under the arms and stopped me. "Go lie down," he said. I went over and lay
on the bed, on my back, and he said, "Turn over." I hesitated, and he came
over and flipped my on my stomach. "Now, that's one of the nice things
about you babies," he said. "Look at that sweet ass."

I squirmed my cock into the bed a little, and he reached down and cradled
my balls and said, "Stop it." I froze. With his other hand, he started to
stroke down into the crack of my ass, and to trail his finger near the
opening. I was rising up, involuntarily really, and he started to squeeze
my balls again. I tried to lie still, but when he began to kiss my ass and
to lick at my anus, I went crazy. This time, he hauled back his arm and
smacked me hard across the side of my ass. It hurt, but it felt good too.
Instead of stopping, I continued to thrust myself towards his tongue, and
he backed away.

I turned over and reached for him, and he grabbed my hands and spread them
wide and lay himself down on top of me. He took my left hand and pressed
it back against the wall, and then said, "Can I tie you up?"

I thought about it for a minute, and as he started to loosen his grip on
my hand, I actually felt disappointed. He saw it on my face, too, and got
a big smile on his. "OK, lie still."

He tied my hands up over my head with a sort of leather thong he had, and
then he tied that to the head of the bed. I felt kind of vulnerable but
incredibley turned on, and when he went back to licking at my asshole I
tried to lie still. Good luck... and everytime I moved, he slapped me
across my thighs; after a while that started to feel really good too. 

I had had my nipple pierced just a month or so before, and it was still a
little sore, and he started to play with it, twisting it around, and I
began to tell him. He looked at it for a second and said, "Don't be such a
baby," and twisted it hard. It was incredible.. when he was playing with
it softly it hurt, but I felt that hard twist right down deep in my ass
and in my cock, as if they were connected. I gave a loud moan, and he
laughed again, pinching my unpierced tit while he twisted the pierced one.
He went back to kissing me, on my mouth and my neck and my face. I still
hadn't  gotten my hands or my mouth on that cock, and I was starting to
think I never would. 

But in a little while, he was kneeling straddled across my chest, teasing
my mouth with his cock. When I tried to say anything, he pushed his dick
in to my mouth, but when I tried to suck him he pulled out. He wasn't
touching my cock either, but while he played with me I felt it kind of
bounce up behind him. He reached around and grasped it in his hand, and
started to jerk me off. I thought I would probably cum in about three
seconds, and tried to tell him to stop, but he just shoved his cock into
my mouth again. This time he let me suck him.

I felt my cock get so hard, I knew I would cum, and the feeling of his
cock fucking my mouth and pushing into my throat while his hand slid on my
cock and my hands were tied up and his thighs across my chest was just
incredible, and then he just stopped. He pulled out his cock and let go of
my cock and got off me. I almost burst into tears. But he put his whole
body down on top of me and started to grind our cocks together and kiss
me, all the time playing hard with my nipples and running his hands up to
my hands, tied up above my head. He was playing with the ties, making them
a little tighter and then even a little too tight, and then letting go. I
wasn't getting enough friction to cum, and was straining against him as
hard as I could. He started to thrust fast, and the thought that he might
cum when I couldn't was so frustrating I bit at his tongue. He pulled back
and looked at me for a second and then cracked his hand across my face,
which hurt like hell. I glared up at him for a second, and then he slid
down on me and began to suck my cock, hard and deep and all the way into
his throat. I felt myself start to cum, and this time he didn't stop, just
kept driving his mouth down onto my cock while it all built up and
overflowed and ran out of his mouth and onto me. I almost screamed.

Then he left me there, all wet and tied up, and knelt between my legs and
jerked himself off all over me. "I told you if you were bad I wouldn't let
you touch it," he said, after he had sprayed his cum all over me. He
reached over my head and untied me, and then walked into the bathroom. I
heard the shower come on, but I just rolled all over his bedspread
smearing both our cum all over it, and then burrowed under the covers and
fell asleep, smeared and sticky and happy.