From: rawbam@onramp.net (Bryan Mercer/Richard Wilson)
Subject: boys will be boys
Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 02:42:35 GMT

I remember when I was 12, the kid around the block used to come over
to my house to see if I wanted to play football.  He was only 10 and
was already full grown, with hair under his arm pits.  I said sure and
we went out into my big backyard.  We started to play ball and all the
kids around the block had come to join us.  There was a big guy named
John who was 17 at the time and was as big as a line backer.  He
caught me staring at him several times and he finally tackled me on
the ground and asked me what I was looking at.  I said "nothing", he
pushed me aside and went home.  That night all I could think about was
his big huge basket and so I pulled out my 6 inches an started to
jackoff.  His vision appeared several times to me as I soon shot a hot
load on my chest an face.....It was so hot and sticky..
    That Saturday I was going down the little stream by my house and
soon came upon a seacret fort of some kind...I slowly approached the
fort an I heard moaning coming from the inside.  I peaked through an
opening in one of the walls an there was John -- naked and pounding
on the biggest dick I ever saw........His eyes were closed and he kept
licking his lips...there were a few drops coming down hi forehead and
around his big nipples.  He was so hot with his hairy chest and his
big arms.  He kept on pumping and twisting on his dick untile it was a
bright red.  I soon heard a howl that reminded me of a wolf, and as I
staired at his massive meat there was an erumption of white
cream...The stuff went everywhere.....