Date: Fri, 21 May 2010 20:21:53 -0700
From: j malo <malo.j8@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy's Control

			       Boy's Control
			       (First Time)

      That fall morning a thick fog covered the city but I still
decided to go to my favorite spot for a bike ride. Needless to say the
bike  path, which runs along the river was cover by the fog, I could
not see very far in from of me but I was still enjoying it. Soon after
starting my ride I stop on the side of the path to relieve myself. The
fog gave me a sense of privacy.

I was finishing when I heard someone in the fog approaching, quickly I
put it away and knelt by the bike pretending I was fixing something.
From the fog appeared a boy riding a bike too big for his size. He was
thin wearing an over sized sweatshirt with the hood on, big jeans with
the zipper down, I noticed it because of the way he stop, right at my
eye level.

  " Hey mister do you know the time"? he said.

 "About 7:30 or 8" I said. He appeared not older than 15 so I asked,
"aren't you supposed to be at school?

"No I just turn 18... I know I look younger, because of my size, I get
that all the time". He said struggling to stand on one foot on the
tall bike. Every time he moved I could get glimpses of skin and dark
hair, though he was blond. This made me feel so uneasy, I have never
look or thought of guys in a sexual way at to this point. I got so
nervous that I think he noticed it because he was looking at me with
an almost defiant look and a coy smile.

                   It was a new feeling to me, I was used to, in my
line of work , to talk to strangers and put them on the spot without
any intimidation on my part, and here I am feeling so nervous with
this boy  while he seemed so in control of the situation.

His open zipper was so distracting, I was trying not to look, I didn't
want him to see me looking, but something would make me look like I
wanted to see more. Finally, he saw me looking, so I said to him "your
zipper is down". he looked down but he didn't make any attempts to
zipper up, he just look at me with the same defiant eyes and coy
smile.

                His attitude made feel even worse, I didn't know how
to react or say, so I just said the first stupid thing that came in my
head, "It's going to escape if you don't close it" I said. He got off
of his bike at this point, reaching down. I thought he was going to
zipper up, so I looked away. I looked back when I figured he was done,
but he wasn't he had his penis out, playing with it, pulling the long,
thick foreskin back and forth slowly.

 I was paralyzed, hypnotized by the sight. It was the first time I was
seeing and erect penis so close. It was long, slim and a bit curvy.  I
couldn't looked away, the small head was growing shinier. I didn't
know what to do or say, the strangest feeling involved my whole body,
still couldn't move.
     He approached slowly, I thought I heard him say, like in a dream
" do you want to taste it?"

I could not answer, my mind was blank unable to process the moment, my
eyes fixed on the slow movements of his hand covering the wet glands
with the long skin and then appearing again shinier, wetter. He got
even closer I could smell the unmistakable mix of piss and cum coming
from the shiny  head, it was intoxicating

He got even closer slowly grabbing the back of my head with one hand
while still busy with his other hand. I was like in shock, it all seem
like one of those dreams in which you try to run but you are unable to
move. Unhurriedly he began to run the tip, so wet already, across my
lips and around it the intoxicating smell penetrated my nostrils and
my whole being, rendered me even more unable to move. My lips already
wet from the traces of his precum, finally got the taste of it.


I couldn't resist any longer slowly I open my lips allowing it to go
in more while shyly like a puppy being fed for the first time, I
started to lick his little head slowly, savoring his slimy sweet honey
. He sighted and whispered words that I couldn't hear, it was like I
was not there, gently he pull my head toward him to get more of his
penis in. I still wanted to savor his head but he kept on pulling me
and moving slow at he same time, going farther in each time.

 He slowed down a bit when he gag me but eventually went back moving
my head with his body like some kind of a strange, seductive dance,
whispering  words I could not hear, suddenly he pull me all the way
in, I felt  his body shudder,  his penis in my mouth grew bigger, he
stopped whispering and loudly repeated yes, yes.

I was gagging but he wouldn't let go until I felt the squirts deep in
my throat, overflowing to my mouth and chin. He finally let go, pulled
it out of my mouth, his little head now red still looking tasty, his
dick looked even bigger on his thin frame, he put away got on his bike
and disappear in the fog just as he came.


 I don't know how long I stayed there in the same position and in the
same state of mind. Just as under the effects of some potent drug, his
cum still dripping from my chin, his smell still lingering in my nose.
 I was dominated, overpower mentally and physically by this half boy
and half man...but what a man.

I couldn't comprehend how this had happened, thousand thoughts run in
my head, Have this really happened? Was it just a dream? It couldn't
have been when I could still felt him trembling inside my mouth, his
taste deep in my sore throat and his smell, like part of my nostrils.
There was no denying. Suddenly I realized, I did not even know his
name I got on my bike and went looking for him, but he was gone the
fog had swallowed him.


(To Be Continued).