Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2005 18:48:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jess Sudhir <jesssudhir@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Virgin (1 of 2)

The Virgin - Part One of Two
A True Storyby Jess Sudhir

If you are at all the same as me, then there's a certain extra frission
provided by knowing a story is true --that there was an actual cock and
balls involved, that two real bodies came together and had real sex with
each other, that one man's real penis went up another's real ass.

That's where I have the advantage over you, the reader.  You will never
know for sure whether the incident I am about to describe actually
happened.  I, on the other hand, can remember each sexualized detail as
vividly as on the day it happened.

One hand was down my pants.  My dick was hard.  I was typing with the other
hand, and my mouth had just dropped open.  I had to read the words twice.
"White, virgin, 18, ohio.

"Yes, there were other words in there too, but those were the ones that
caught my eye.  The ones I had been looking for.

My own profile said this: Biracial, bisexual, good-looking, 26. Likes
younger, whiter and cute. Inexperience a plus. Ohio.

I immediately paged him for a private message .  Our conversation was brief
and to the point.  Yes, he was in the same area.  No, he had never had any
other sexual experiences in real life, none.  Yes, he'd be willing to meet
me --and jerk off.

Herein lies the the first unbelievable part of my story.  I swear when I
left my house, my only intention upon meeting the anonymous high school boy
I had been chatting with was to place my hand on his dick, and his hand on
mine.  You see, despite my pose as the older, more experienced one, my
history had largely been straight.  I had never gone further with another
male than mutual handjobs.  All right... I had also been on the receiving
end of some very fine blowjobs.  But I wasn't expecting anything of that
nature today --I told you this story would be hard to believe.

At any rate, the location the boy suggested was a public mall at the far
side of town --a place I had only been once.  He was going to sit outside
the Sears store.  "How will I recognize you?" I asked.

"Just look for my shirt," he said.  Then, maddenly, he signed off, leaving
me without any clue as to what the shirt actually looked like.

My mind was not hopeful, as I began the lengthy drive across town.  I had
tried before to meet people out of the chatroom and it had never worked
out.  More than once, I had been set to meet someone who never showed up,
leaving me to beat my meat in frustrated anger alone.

My mind wasn't hopeful --but my dick was an optimist.  It throbbed in my
pants in tune with the hum of my car's engine.  A high school boy.  A
virgin.  And horny. Over and over the same refrain.  A high school boy.  A
virgin.  And horny!

When I arrived at the mall, it was a typical suburban hole, old-school and
dreary.  But there, sitting outside of Sears was a boy right out of my
fantasies.  He was fresh-faced, thin and pale, with straight brown hair and
one of those beaded necklaces all the teenagers seemed to be wearing.  He
looked younger than the eighteen he had claimed online, although it was
possible.  His shirt was utterly unremarkable.

I sat down near him, but he gave no sign of noticing me, and I cursed my
overactive imagination.  This boy didn't look gay at all.  Surely he was
just sitting there killing time, while his mother or his girlfriend shopped
for underwear somewhere.

And yet... the mall was nearly deserted, and my dick was still hard as a
rock.  My heart pounding, I leaned in his direction and spoke:
"Hey... waiting for someone?"

What a pervert I was. My mind had already jumped ahead to naked boyflesh
and other unmentionables...

"Yeah, I was supposed to meet someone here."

"Hey, me too."

The kid looked up at me searchingly.  His voice was calm but there was a
wild look in his eyes.

"You weren't.... on the computer?" he said.

"Yeah," I said.  "That was me."

He nodded and suddenly got up.

"Okay," he said, his voice cracking a little.  "Let's go."

As we walked to my car, I said a little thank you prayer to God.  I could
hardly believe my luck.

I was a teenager before I really started to notice white boys sexually, but
I trace my attraction to them back much further.  Back when I was a little
kid, I was the dark-skinned exotic one, and I envied the white boys in my
class for their pale skin, pretty hair and bold confidence.  Now I was
alone with one of them in my car, and I was the bold one, I was the
confident one.  I had something he wanted.  I'd be a liar if I said his raw
youth didn't turn me on.

"Okay," I said, as we got in my car.  "Is there anyone at home at your
house?  Or would you rather go to my place --it's all the way across town.

"I stared openly at his crotch as I spoke.  There was a big bulge in the
middle of his pants, and he wouldn't meet my eyes when I looked at his
face.

"I thought we could go park around behind the movie theater," he said.
"It's all boarded up.  No one ever goes there."

"You want to jack off here in the parking lot?" I said.

"Nobody ever goes there," he repeated.  One white hand fumbled nervously
with the lock, as though he were thinking about jumping out of the car.  So
I threw the car into gear and drove to where he directed me.

I can't say it wasn't exciting --I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist
--but it felt so much out in the open.  The hot sun was shining, and there
were houses on the other side of the fence.  But I wasn't about to waste
the hottest boy I'd ever had the fortune to be that close too.  So I
reached down and grasped his dick through his pants.  I was right, it was
hard, and he let out a little gasp, half surprise, half pleasure.

At that point it was like a sense of resolve came over him, and he went
straight for my dick in return.  Without bothering to work his way around
the bases, he went directly for the zipper on my jeans, releasing my
grateful dick to spring loose into the air.

I'm not one to boast, but I've never had any complaints about my dick size.
It's only about an inch longer than average, but it's thick and meaty and
the color of milk chocolate.  Even so, I wasn't prepared when the boy said
"I've gotta get a taste of that," and dove for my lap.

Now it was my turn to moan in surprised pleasure.  If you've never had a
hot boy give you a blow job you won't know what it feels like, but if you
ever have... it's hot and wet and... well...  I've never been good at
stopping someone once they start sucking me off.  Instead my hands went to
his head and began stroking his hair.

Just then, however, I saw something that gave me pause --a man and his
little daughter crossing the parking lot.  And the man was giving us dirty
looks.  Awkwardly I pushed the boy off of me and stuffed myself back into
my pants as well as I could.

"Please," I pleaded.  "Can I take you home?  This is just too out in the
open for me."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Yes, this story IS true --that's why I didn't include any names or place
names.

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