Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 23:01:56 -0600
From: Watchertroll <watchertroll@hotmail.com>
Subject: Teasers M/t Fantasy

Teasers

Watchertroll@hotmail.com

My name is Sam.  I am 5'4", 130 to 140 pounds (I dislike the metric
system if you hadn't noticed), light brown hair (what is left of it) and
hazel eyes.  Why am I writing; well I have this strong love of younger
boys and I just have to tell you that I met a knockout.  His name is
Eric.

I frequent a small coffee shop owned and operated by Eric's parents.  It
doesn't serve much but is a family business with home-style food.
Coffee and pop, sandwiches, muffins, donuts and pie, homemade soup and
assorted ice cream treats.  The shop is narrow with a counter running
down one side with swivel stools and along the other side are bench seat
booths.  It is an interesting place with an assortment of old tin toy
tractors and some porcelain dolls which are arranged around the shop on
shelves between pictures of late model old cars.  Eric's father is
always looking for a deal on something old and will talk your ear off if
given the chance.  His mother and sister usually prepare the food while
Eric and his dad keep the coffee cups full.

I usually arrive just before the noon hour rush and have lunch then most
days I'm back again before closing time.  They have a homey feel in the
shop that I like.  Eric thinks I can smell the coffee when they brew a
new pot but really it is Eric I come to see.

Eric is an angel on earth kid.  He is 15 going on 16, about 5'5" and 120
pounds, a slim fellow, kind of willowy; his feet are quite large for his
height but I think he will grow into them.  His eyes are brown deep
pools just the opposite of his brown hair which is cut very short and
bristles on his head.  Eric's complexion looks like a permanent tan.
Whenever I see Eric he seems to always have his hands in his pockets
sort of either re-arranging himself or playing pocket pool.  He is a
very cute boy, his clothes hanging on his frame a few sizes too big or
so it seems.  I wonder sometimes if I might get a glimpse of some butt.
He has a round face and his features are finely proportioned with a
delicate thin noise and lips, which are narrow and sensuous looking.
Eric's ears are small and stick out a little from the sides of his head
and a small chin, which is almost pointed, finishes off his head perched
on his thin slender neck.

He is a very exciting and excitable boy.  It doesn't seem to take much
of anything to get him started.  A smile or a look will get him going.
I drop in for coffee and watch him as he sits there on the old-fashioned
swivel stool.  He looks my way and I just have to smile at him and I
hold the eye contact until he looks down.  I follow his eyes and then he
rocks back and forth on the stool.  He is friendly and smiles shyly back
when he looks up again.  We sometimes talk small talk about how school
is going or what he has been up to and occasionally he sits down with me
at one of the booths and I'm lifted out of the ordinary.  He smiles and
I see him get a little flushed, maybe because my face is beaming love
and concern for him.  His hands go into his baggy pants pockets and move
around, I try to watch every move.  He then gets up and walks nervously
around still with his hands moving in his pockets, occasionally showing
a bit of a bulge.  I sometimes wear shorts and let the legs open
inviting a look or when only he is looking and I have on my tight jeans
I give my basket a grope and watch as he looks and gropes himself.  I
hope he is thinking that here is someone that enjoys what he enjoys and
may like to play.  I'm available and specially interested in him if he
wishes it.  Who is teasing whom I wonder?  I think we both get enjoyment
out of what we are doing and at least I hope for more in the near
future.