Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2001 14:37:14 -0600
From: James X <jfdx69@hotmail.com>
Subject: There Is More to Life Than Sex

There is more to life than sex. That perfect relationship between two
people, founded on love and trust is far better than recreational sex. But
when I was 28 years old that perfect relationship ended for me. I guess I
wasn't really heart broken, but at the same time I couldn't bring myself to
even think about looking for another boyfriend. My thoughts were if what I
thought was the perfect relationship failed, then all others would as well.
I had spent a year alone and masturbation was getting pretty old. So I
thought if I could have any guy just for sex, who would it be. I decided
that I wanted a cute little blond boy, with a perfect body. So I got on the
net and found this personal ad for this guy who had just turned 18 and was
looking for a "man." We traded some e-mail and I made it clear to him that
I was just looking for good, clean, safe sex and nothing more.

We settled on a time and place to meet and I waited one night in front of a
grocery store for him to get off work. This young guy came out to smoke; as
he stood there he studied the parking lot and looked straight at me. Then
he put out the cigarette and walked my car, opened the passenger door and
jumped in the seat. "Hey are you Jimmy?" he asked.

"James, and you must be Brad.  Are you ready?" I asked then started the car
and headed for home.

"Now here are the ground rules," Brad started. "I like to have things my
way, I always get what I want. And I call my girlfriend when I get there,
and you have to have me home by 2 AM." He spoke rapidly, gestured with his
hands and toyed with his necklace.

"What ever you say, sweetheart." I replied with a laugh. This boy was a
trip.

Brad sat sideways in the seat and unbuttoned shirt a bit and took off the
hat he was wearing backwards. "So am I what you expected?" he asked.

He was very cute. Brad had brown hair with blond highlights spiked up in a
crazy way. He wore a white tank top under a red satin shirt. He had these
baggy tan pants worn down low on his hips so you could see about two inches
of boxers.

"Oh yeah, you're what I was looking for. I think you will do just fine." I
answered with a grin.

Brad proceeded to tell me that he was not gay, that he was just wanted to
fool around and thought this was going to be cool. He told me that he had a
girlfriend, but had once jacked off with several of his friends after soccer
practice in his pool and really wanted to try something else with a guy.

When we got to my house I offered him a coke. He wanted something stronger
and asked for a wine cooler. "Do you have any porno?" he asked. After the
third cooler, he was laying back in my arms on the sofa watching a porno of
two guys fucking when he said, "that's what I want to do."

"Oh yeah? I think we can work something out. Do you want to be top or
bottom?" I asked as I felt my cock stiffen against rub his back. I had
worked my hands up under his shirt and started to feel his smooth chest and
toy with his hard little nipples. He was getting very aroused and a bit
sleepy from the wine coolers.

"Top or bottom?" He asked innocently.

"Oh little boy, your gonna get some education tonight. Stand up," I
ordered.

He stood right in front of me. I placed my hands on his waist and pulled
him close to kiss his navel and lick that little trail of hair leading down
into his boxers. I stood up, hugged him and kissed on the neck, chin and
lips. I could taste the cooler on his sweet lips. His crystal blue eyes
were half closed and his cheeks were pink and warm. As we kissed I reached
down to feel his tight little ass. Then pulled his shirts up over his head
to expose his bare chest and arms. The sight was wonderful. I kissed and
licked his neck and throat as he moaned out loud with pleasure. I turned my
attention to his chest and nipples. He was in heaven and I was too!

I sat back down on the sofa and unbuckled his belt and pants, letting his
baggy trousers fall to his feet. His erect penis tented out his boxers. I
turned him around and ran my hands down his back and pulled down his boxers
to expose his ass cheeks. His ass was perfect. I kissed the small of his
back and stroked his six and a half-inch cock.

Soon he was lying back on the sofa with his legs over my shoulders. I
lifted his ass and sucked his whole cock into my mouth. I had my face
buried in his pubic hair and his whole shaft in my mouth. What a perfect
size I thought as I started trying to swallow him whole. The deep throating
action was driving him insane. Brad slapped the sofa and arched his back.
His toes popped and he writhed with pleasure. He forced me to stop saying
he didn't want to cum yet.

So I let him rest and licked his balls, sucking them in my mouth one at a
time. Then my tongue slid down to that little spot between his balls and
ass. I could feel the root of his throbbing cock. I asked him if this was
ok, he said that it was great, like nothing he had ever felt before.

I said, "This is nothing..." and started to rim him. He had the cutest
little tight pink hole and it was very clean. Slowly I forced my tongue
inside. He made this short sharp "ah, ah, ah" sound as I got deep inside
him. "I want your cock in me!" he shouted.

"Ok, boy, just take it easy. I gotta lube you up good and put a condom on."
I went to the dresser and sat out the KY and a condom. I went back and Brad
was watching the porno and gripping his swollen cock with one hand and
beads of pre-cum over the tip of his cock with the palm of his other hand.
He was so cute.

I had been wearing a t-shirt and boxer, and my cock was peeking out the
fly.  Brad's eyes were locked on it. I stood there in front of him and let
him reach up and stroke it. My cock stiffened and pre-cum started to run.
Brad sat up and moved ever so slowly towards my cock. "Its ok, go ahead,
taste it." I encouraged him. He licked the tip of my penis and I placed my
hands on his head and pulled him close. His blond hair was so moosed up it
as stiff as my cock.  My penis slipped past his supple lips and across his
pierced tongue. I started going in and out of his mouth as he sucked down
the pre-cum. "Your such a sweet boy," I told him as I slowly fucked his
face.

"Get up." I ordered. I kissed him and sucked that pierced tongue into my
mouth. Picking him up, I kissed his breast and carried him to the bedroom. I
tossed him on the bed and raised his legs so I could once again I rimmed his
sweet ass. Then I put some KY on my fingers and slowly worked it around his
ass. Then I slipped one finger inside him. He gasped as I went in deep as I
could. "Are you ready little boy?" I asked as I put on my condom.

"Yeah, please, please, I want to feel your cock inside me." As he spoke I
pressed my cock's head against his ass. He was so tight, but when it
finally slipped in, it felt so good. He wanted me to take it easy and slow,
and I did at first. But soon I was going to town on him and beads of sweat
were forming on my body and his. Brad was moaning, cinching his teeth and
his eyes were rolled back. I would have been happy to finish it just like
that, but Brad wanted to try another position.

Brad got off the bed and stood in front of the dresser. He spread his legs
and rested his head on his folded arms on top of the dresser. His cock and
balls dangled between his legs. I like this position the dresser's mirror
would allowed me to watch his face as I fucked his ass. I stood behind him,
put some more KY on my cock and slipped it inside of him. Holding his hips
I started pumping him good. The rhythm was right this was great. I watched
his facial expressions change as I fucked him. They ranged between
excruciating pleasure and pain.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and exploded in his ass. My climax lasted
for ever it seemed. I collapsed on his back with my cock still in him. With
our sweaty bodies press together I could feel his heart racing just like
mine. I kissed him on the back of the neck and told him he was great.

"Was I really? Was I good?" Brad asked in the sweetest little voice.

"Yes baby, you were perfect."

Then Brad told me he wanted to fuck me, but his legs were tired. He wanted
to lay back on the bed and have me ride his cock. I pulled out another
condom and then dabbed some KY on him before I put the condom of. "To
heighten the sensations," I explained. But he was so excited that as I
rolled the condom down his swollen shaft, he exploded! Brad sat up with his
head thrown back, mouth wide open in a silent scream. His cum surged into
the condom, blast after blast. The poor kid was just too sensitive or
excited or as I see it now, just too young.

"Come on Bradley, let's get you cleaned up and back home." I told him. As we
drove home he told me once again that he was not gay but he asked if we
could hook up again later in the week.

I said "Of course," and we did.