Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 20:20:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: kidkill18 <kidkill18@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twenty Year Old Boy For Fun

This happened today. Actually just hours ago. I can
still smell his cum on my hands. I posted an ad on a
popular new york classifieds website: 20 yo boy for
fun. A torrent of emails came pouring in, mostly with
pictures attached. Naturally, the ones without
pictures were ignored and deleted. I sent my picture
back to the ones that seem legit and cute. One guy
caught my attention. He looked Italian, dark hair and
very masculine in his picture. He wrote that he was
32. Seems cool to me. So i answered him and asked him
where he was. And he emailed right back asking for my
number. His office was somewhere midtown(not
disclosing exactly where for obvious reasons).
Stupidly, he emailed from his work email. It was some
PR firm that i've heard because it is quite famous. I
went to the bathroom of my apartment on the upper west
side and freshened up a little, washing my ass,
cleaning my uncut dick.

Let me tell you a little about me. I'm 20, 5'8, 130,
asian, 6"uncut, moderately fair, smooth everywhere
except my hairy crotch. For most men out there, they
would think that i'm too skinny because of my height
and weight...well, not true at all. I have a nicely
formed "boy" chest, flat stomach(28 inch waist) which
doesn't look worked out, a cute shapely ass, smooth as
silk, not the typical flat asian ass and long toned
legs. My nipples are a light brown with a red tinge to
it and three hairs sprouting out of each one. My lips
are red, very red. Some people have asked if i wear
lipstick(yeah right!). Almond eyes with dark thick
lashes surrounding it. I've been told they look a
little "sleepy". Now on to the story.

I'm not entirely experienced but i was just so horny
today sitting at home after writing an assigment. So i
thought why not!

I got on the train and went downtown since i live
uptown. The whole time on the train i had a raging
hardon, not knowing what was in store for me.

I called when i got outside the office building. He
came down to meet me in less than 5 minutes. He was
dressed in a very nice pinstripe suit. I was a little
dissapointed at his height(maybe 5'7") but his face
was really  handsome and he seem to have a nice trim
body. We shook hands and he said come with me. We
walked into the lobby and he waved at the security
guard. I just followed him. His office was on the 35th
floor. He lead me into it and there was no one up
front and as we walked past a bunch of cubicles, i
noticed that most people were gone. I ended up in a
nice corner office with a 90 degree view of the city.
I stood there realizing the view. It was so beautiful
in this place where i'm going to sin. I moved further
into the office close to his desk, my eyes watching
his reflection as he took off his suit jacket.
Underneath he was wearing a crisp white shirt with a
stripe tie, smart and slightly conservative without
being boring.

I looked at his desk and there were no photo frames so
i assumed that this is probably a full blooded gay
man.

He suddenly came up behind me and wrapped his arms
around me. "Where do you go to school?", he asked. I
proudly answered NYU. He replied,"mmmmm, i love you
NYU boys." As he was saying this, he slipped his warm
dry hands underneath my sweater touching my damp
stomach and sniffing my neck at the same time. "what
scent is that?" he asked. "Hermes-d'orange
verte(courtesy of my mother)." Typical American, i
thought. He has no idea what it was...a classic French
scent like how Lemon Verbena is to the English.

Suddenly, he moved away from me. "take off your
clothes for me slowly" he commanded. I stared into his
eyes as pushed off my shoes, then taking off my socks
and realizing that my feet might smell as i was
wearing yesterday's socks(bad habit). I pulled of my
cap throwing it on his desk, which was to my left
adding a little theatricalism to this otherwise sordid
romp. I lifted my sweater and pulled in one swift
motion leaving it in a pile on top of my shoes and
socks. Next , I unhooked my belt and unbuttoned my
jeans(keeping eye contact). I pulled off of me like a
stripper(showgirls!) also throwing it on top of the
pile. Now i was only wearing my blue stripe boxer
briefs. He interrupted me by saying, "God, you're
beautiful, your body is exquisite." I absentmindedly
mumbled thank you. Suddenly in my head, Chris Isaak's
Baby did a bad bad thing started playing, probably
because i was listening to it on my Ipod the whole
time on the subway. I stuck one finger into the
waistband of my boxer briefs and held out one finger,
waving for me to stop. He walked over, the whole time
watching me in a rather perverse way. In the pit of my
stomach, something was boiling. He ran his hand over
my crotch as if touching cashmere before purchasing
it. He kissed me and i mean he really kissed, full on
wet with his tongue fucking my mouth, sucking my
tongue at the same time like it was a fresh oyster.
Somehow amidst all this divine carnality, i caught a
glint of metal from his finger. So he's married. Do i
care? NO. In fact, it increased my lust. It all felt
so surreal. How does an innocent sometimes naive,
college boy like me end up in some impeccably suited
married man's office about to be ravaged by his ? I
don't know but it sure didn't perplex me for long.

Deep in thought, i was suddenly pushed over to the
desk with my back facing him. He pulled down my
underwear in one swift motion. A rush of emotion ran
through my body. Something i have never felt. A slap
came down on my right ass cheek. It wasn't hard, it
didnt hurt, it just excited. I bit my lips hard
praying inside but i wasn't sure what i was praying
for. I felt a cold drip of liquid from my armpit down
to his immaculate desk. He miraculously saw it and
trailed his finger up to my armpit and leaving it
there for a few seconds then, reaching forward to my
face, stuck it in my mouth. I licked it thinking how
disgusting it was but at this point, i would have
drank warm beer if fed from him. Meanwhile, he was
grinding his crotch into my butt. I could feel the
cold metal of his belt buckle against my bare skin and
his steel hardon between my crack. With his hand on my
shoulder, he pushed me forward with my chest touching
his desk. A gasp and moan of some sort escaped my
mouth.

From behind me, he was unbuckling his belt and taking
off his pants while keeping his hand on my back
holding me down. I felt his turgid cock touch my skin.
Inside, i jumped but i merely stayed still with a
slight sway to my hips urging him on. He grabbed my
waist and turned me facing him and pushed me down
hard. I opened my mouth and for the first time, i saw
his cock. It was very hard, standing straight out like
a flag pole mounted on his groin. Uncut with its
foreskin still covering most of its head. It wasn't
very big. Possibly 6.5 inches but a good thickness. My
hand reached out holding it, pulling it to my mouth. I
licked the head with its foreskin still on and tried
my best to swallow the whole thing. I sucked and
sucked and sucked. Tasting some piss on his cockhead
when the foreskin was pulled back. His hand was behind
my head moving it forward each time i pulled away. At
this point, i thought cum would start sweating out of
my pores. I was so fucking turned on.

And again suddenly, he pulled away and walking over to
the sofa with his pants around his ankles. My god, he
is a god. He walked with no difficulty to the sofa
with his pants around his ankles. His round ass moving
seductively, parting ever so slightly to show me some
hair along his crack. He sat down and motioned for me
to come forward. I got up and walked over and knelt
down in front of him continuing the sucking. His
forced my head down and almost instinctively, he would
let me come up before i start choking. I wasn't sure
how long this went on but sweat was pouring out of me
and his forehead was glistening with sweat when i
looked up to look into his eyes while still going down
on him. After a while, he starts thrusting his hips
forward fucking my mouth. And somehow, i have lost my
gag reflex because i wasn't choking(not always been
known to be a deep throater), must be the adrenaline.
Without any warning, he just shot his load in my
mouth. My natural reaction was to pull away because
i'm not a big fan of cum but he held my head down as
he unloaded shot after shot of cum into my mouth. Once
he was spent, he pushed my head away. I winced once
all the cum was in my  mouth. "Swallow it all" It
tasted strangely sweet.

After forcing all the cum down my throat, i realized
that his dick was still fully hard with his foreskin
peeled back and his cockhead shiny with spit and cum.
He grabbed it when he saw me staring at it. "You will
get more later. Now take a break."

I got up and walked over to my jeans and fished out my
cigarettes. I didnt ask him if i could smoke, i just
did it. He looked like he wanted to stop me but i
think he recoiled from so because of the roles being
played now and honestly, i deserve a fucking cigarette
all that work put into the blow job. There's a reason
why a blow job is called a job. It takes skill and
enthusiasm. I finished up my cigarette and during the
whole 6 minutes u smoked my cigarette, no words were
exchanged. I put it out in his coffee mug on his desk.


I walked over and straddled him, kissing him the whole
time and moved my ass with my hole positioned at his
cockhead. This went on for a bit then he spit into his
hand lubing my ass. Massaging and kneading my hole.
Then slowly he stuck his finger into it. Poking around
and then he aimed his cock at my hole pushing my down
on it. It didnt go in, of course. I spit into my own
hand lubing his dick and then i tried again. This time
the head popped in and i think i really heard a pop. I
felt no pain. I was shocked but quite happy. His hand
on my shoulder pushing me further down on his cock. It
forced its way up my hole but i still felt no pain but
this excitement that i was getting fucked by this man
who still has his shirt and tie on including his cuff
links. He grabbed my hand and placed my fingers right
the base off his cock. It was in all the way. Wow! i'm
really getting fucked now. This is only my second time
and i feel no pain. He then grabbed my waist tightly
and started moving me up and down on his cock. And
without warning, started slamming his hips up as his
hands were holding my waist down. This was when i felt
the pain. It was so good. Indescribably good. I could
feel the whole shaft forcibly sliding in and out of my
tight hole. He kept pounding me on and on and on.
There was no stopping him. Suddenly, i asked him, "are
you married?" He stopped and removing his hand from my
waist flashing his left hand in front of my face. I
saw the platinum band. That answered my question and
he was back at it again. Just slamming. I could hear
the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. And i loved
this whole event for its sexual voracity. I was hungry
for him. For his cock. For him being inside of me. He
pulled me up, throwing me down on the sofa, lifted my
legs and pierced his cock into me with abandon. I felt
it go inside my hole and his hips connecting with
mine. Again, we were one entity again. He drove it in
and out at a speed that was amazing to my young mind.
I thought in my head that only straight women have
their pussies fucked so hard. He was slamming into me
and sweat was pouring off his face, dripping onto my
chest and face. His body was wet with sweat making him
look like an oiled adonis. I grabbed onto his firm
butt cheeks pulling him in further. He bent down and
started kissing me. He started moaning a little. I
thought maybe he was close to coming so i started
jerking my dick and the whole time just feeling the
skin of his dick sliding in and out of my hole. I was
deaf at this point. I couldn't hear all the sounds we
were making. I was addicted to the sensation he was
afflicting in my body. I was getting very very close.
I was holding on for dear life. I waited as he pounded
me and jerking my dick. Fearing i would shoot
prematurely. Then suddenly with a very loud groan, he
started bucking and i could hear his hips slamming
into mine, splattering our sweat all over. I let go
and i let go. Cum started shooting out of me like a
geyser, spraying my face and chest and neck and the
sofa. I could actually feel the throb of his dick in
my ass as he unloaded in me time and again.I've never
had anyone cum in me. This was a first. And it felt
strangely sickening and good. It felt like forever
before he pulled out of me, still hard. A droplet of
cum hung on the slit of his dick. He wiped it off his
dick with his hands, bringing it to my mouth to let me
lick it. I was in a mess of sweat and cum and just
pure sex. I know that cum was leaking out of hole onto
his sofa but i just laid there spent. After a minute
or so, i got up and pulled on my underwear while he
was pulling on his pants. I dressed and he said, "call
me." I just kept walking and walking. I could feel my
underwear was now wet with his cum. Gathering from the
time he came in my mouth, he probably shot a lot. It
was a very weird and foreign feeling of having a
stranger's sperm inside of me but i savored it.

This is all entirely true. Nothing was made up. I
remember it vividly. I will certainly give him a call.
Next time, i want him to fuck me harder. I dont know
how it is possible but i want it harder and longer. I
want him to fuck me multiple times filling me with his
cum.