Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1999 09:56:34 EST
From: ToddPlacid@aol.com
Subject: A Real Seduction

A Real Seduction (Spring Term 1979)

I was at school, MSU in East Lansing Michigan...in a bookstore I observed a
very young man (probably 18) pretending not to be interested in the adult and
gay magazine section that featured hot studs.........naked......but soft porn
only. He very discreetly purchased two magazines and quickly tucked them into
a paper bag.

When he left the bookstore, I began to follow him from maybe 200 feet behind.

He was not at all unattractive, but he was a guy who didn't realize his beauty
or try to accentuate it. Watching him from behind I realized that he had a
very cute face and ass. He had sandy colored curly hair. He wasn't very
tall....maybe 5, 9". 

He began to sense I was following him and eventually doubled back; he now was
following me. I took the short cut through the wood paths in the preserved
area behind the dormatories. 

I glanced back occaisonally to be sure if he were still following me. He was
following me into the woods, just like I'd hoped. If he hadn't followed me I
would have gone back after him. I was getting so hot for him. I wanted to
touch his ass, kiss his mouth. My cock twitched with excitement confined
though I was. 

Human traffic got decidedly less as we wandered into the woods. I stopped,
turned and looked at him.....turned again and strayed from the path...found
some cover behind some fallen trees. I leaned against the bark of a tree on
its side. He began to approach but settled down maybe 30 feet away. He sat on
a rock. I think he was a little scared but after all, he had left the path.
The move was mine.

I spoke to him and cautioned him....back behind these trees we were invivible
to the rest of campus life. He responded by stepping into the safe area, just
near me. I said..."hey, wanna share a magazine"? He pulled out one of the
magazines he'd purchased and gave me one. We leafed through several pages of
hot guys, admiring them and making comparisons.

They were beautifully tanned men, extremely well toned; all resistance began
to melt. I could hear his breath growing heavy. He was trembling ever so
slightly. He told me he was a virgin. I touched his face and slowly turned it
toward me. I kissed his mouth.......strongly and deeply. His lips parted. I
drank in his musky smell. I asked him if it (he) was alright. He said it was
"nothing earthshaking".

I slid my hands inside his shirt and fondled his erect nipples while I buried
my face in his neck, sucking, licking, exploring. He quivered at my touch. By
now, I was trembling as well. I sucked on his nipples.

I pressed my chest into his and slid my hands down his back feeling the ripe
firm cheeks of his beautiful ass. His jeans were tight and he'd begun to
sweat. I let one hand drift between his legs and discovered his obvious
erection; his cock leapt as my fingers made contact through the stretching
denim. I massaged his balls underneath as he shifted his weight, leaning
against the fallen tree. 

(This gets me so hot just thinking about this!)

I unzipped his pants real slow and lowered myself into position. I kissed his
eager cock through his white cotton briefs inhaling every molecule of his
young flesh. What joy and triumph.

I peeled his briefs down setting him free. He had a healthy brown thicket of
hair and his cock jutted forward impressively from its jungle roots. There was
a perfectly formed bead of clear liquid that grew at the tip of his cock. I
thrilled at the sight of it.

He gasped as I took his balls into my mouth while gently encouraging nature's
lubrication with my hand. I slid my tongue slowly up his glorious pole tracing
a pulsating vein. The oozing droplet was just able to catch a glinting of
sunlight. I think I surprised him when I took it off his throbbing glans with
my full mouth. I began to suck him powerfully. The outdoors, the fruitwood
smell of his private exuberance was overwhelming. His fullness in my mouth, I
didn't want it to ever end.

I sucked him like a starvation victim. But guess what? He wanted to try it for
himself as well. Completely inexperienced though he was, he brought me right
off. We whimpered together against those fallen trees as his seed tore out of
him and ran down my legs. 

We got dressed. We said little. He said his name was Craig. I'll never forget
him.