Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2008 15:41:19 -0600
From: Ron Oveson <roveson@mm.com>
Subject: Backwards Seduction

This story is an account of my actual experience which I wrote in January
2008.  I lived it, and I tell it just like it was -- no exaggerations or
omissions.  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
If you like the story, email me through my account on Silverdaddies.com,
which is Willyronno

Backwards Seduction

I grew up in a small town that sits just across a river from Canada.  It
was a beautiful place to grow up because it afforded me the opportunity to
watch nature in its wildest state.  Having modeled much of my behavior
after my four older sisters, I was identified quite early in school and in
my neighborhood as a gay boy and I didn't protest the label very strongly.
Little did I know that this notoriety would net me years of delicious sex
with every horny boy in the area.  I had four fairly close friends but was
particularly close to Kenny.  Kenny was a transplant to the area, having
come from California where his father, a Border Patrol agent, had gotten
assigned to patrol the U.S.-Canada border from a base in my home town.
Right away when I met him I knew we would get along great.  He had a cute
grin that held a hint of "bad-boy" just under the surface.  His red hair,
freckles, and square jaw finished it off for me and I found him extremely
attractive.  Shortly after we met, we began to spend lots of time together,
usually going for long hikes or hunting for frogs, typical teenage hanging
around.  One evening it was getting dark before we knew it and, not wanting
to make the trek back home in the dark, I suggested that I stay overnight
and go home in the morning.  Kenny was all for it, so we asked his parents
and then called mine for the okay, which was forthcoming.

It was that first night at Kenny's house that our sexual relationship
began.  His was a small room with a single bed in it, and since I was his
guest he graciously gave me the bed, offering to sleep on the floor so we
could be together in his room.  I accepted the offer and that night we both
got under the covers and spent some time just talking.  Then, after the
conversation died down, I was lying in Kenny's bed staring at the ceiling
thinking about his cock, wanting him so bad, my cock hard as steel but I
knew I couldn't jack off and I wasn't sure just how Kenny would receive an
outright offer to suck his cock.  While my mind was racing with the thought
of possibly making a pass for him, I felt a hand reaching up, feeling for
the point where the covers met the sheets, and snaking its way under the
covers up to my cock, landing right on my throbbing boner through my white
cotton briefs.  I was in heaven.  I responded immediately, giving a slight
moan and grabbing his hand at the wrist, suggesting the up-and-down motion
that I found so familiar from my nightly jackoff sessions at home.  Soon
Kenny got up from the floor and slipped into the bed with me.  I found his
cock and it was rock hard.  I explored his crotch thoroughly, taking my
soft hands and cupping his hairless balls, feeling the heft of them in my
palm and thinking about swallowing the load of cum they held, as if it was
a load of cum just for me.  I could feel that he had just a small patch of
pubic hair near the base of his cock.  I positioned myself so I could jack
him a bit then abruptly ducked my head under the covers and licked him from
his sternum down his flat belly, following the heat that I could feel
coming from his cock, and I engulfed it with my hot, wet mouth.  Kenny
couldn't help but let out a low, growling moan as I pulled my lips up on
his cock and gave some suction, twirling my tongue around his beautiful
corona, feeling the torpedo-like shape of it, then I flicked several times
across his piss-slit, which drove him crazy.  As I worked his cock, Kenny
instinctively took his hands and wrapped them around my head, running his
fingers lustily through my blond hair, his fingers hungrily feeling the
junction between my lips and his throbbing cock.

I continued to suck Kenny, trying to gauge how close he was to cumming ,
hoping to stretch out this event as long as I could.  A couple of times I
felt so much pure guttural lust that I couldn't hold back my moans, and he
would caution me to keep my voice low because his parents were in the room
just across the hall from us.  I loved the way his cock was so perfectly
fitted to my mouth, as if it were made to go there.  In the coming years,
his cock would find a home there many times.  I continued my sucking,
slowly bringing Kenny to the bursting point and then, just before the point
of no return, he would signal me by stopping my head from bobbing, so I
would stop all motion then so he could regain his composure and, when he
was ready, he would gently push my head back down on his wet, slippery,
hard prick.  When he got close to shooting, I could feel his cock begin to
sort of beat rhythmically, jerking involuntarily.  I loved the feeling of
his fingers running through my hair, how he would linger at my cheeks,
feeling his own cockhead through the flesh of my cheek.  I knew in my own
mind that he had never had anyone suck his cock with this much skill, and I
felt proud of my cocksucking skill, honed by years of boyhood playtime.  My
mind was racing with thoughts about how wonderful it was to be giving him
all of this pleasure, knowing that I was able to bring Kenny to such
incredible heights of sexual desire that he was completely under my spell
-- seduced completely and surrendering to the flick of my tongue across
his cockhead.  It was as if Kenny and I were meant for each other, that we
were both placed there at that time so that we could find each other and
awaken our adult sexuality.

I would occasionally stop sucking Kenny and he would pull me up to his
face, then he would put his hand on my cock and just feel it gently,
exploring my balls and tickling my inner thighs.  He would pull me close to
him and reach around and take my little ass in one hand, placing his index
finger in the crack near my hole and caressing it softly.  He was so gentle
and loving, I felt perfectly comfortable with him -- as if there was
nothing at all between us, no line that separated us, only a perfectly soft
skin joining that made us feel as if we were one boy instead of two.  When
he had sufficiently recovered, he would give me a gentle nudge toward his
cock and I would oblige, slinking again below the covers and yet again
taking his cock in my mouth, slathering it with saliva, and completely
swallowing it with just the right suction.  As each minute passed I found
myself feeling more and more love for him and I knew that no matter what I
did there was no stopping my heart from falling in love with Kenny.  Being
a teenager, he couldn't hold out much longer, and I knew it.  As he got
closer to orgasm, he began to tighten his inner thigh muscles in
predictable waves, and his grip on my head felt a bit tighter with each bob
of my head on his prick.  In my mouth I could feel his whole cock
expanding, filling the space below my palate with cock.  His cockhead,
which was until this point almost completely even with the contour of his
shaft, now began to feel as if it were twice the size of the rest of his
cock.  I knew what was coming, and Kenny didn't let me down.  I sank my
mouth down one last time on his beautiful cock and felt the first of his
cum spurts blasting into the back of my throat.  He was pushing my head
down on his cock, holding it there roughly, and literally pissing his cum
into my mouth, filling me up completely so that I couldn't swallow it fast
enough.  I was letting some of his cum just escape between my lips and his
cock, bubbling out and running down his inner thigh and into the crack of
his ass.  He thrust upward involuntarily as I hungrily ate his cum,
spurting gush after gush of hot jism into my mouth.  I followed his orgasm
by milking his cock for the last of its cum, gently though, as I knew even
then that most men are very sensitive just after ejaculating.  I rode his
cock down from the orgasmic high, gently licking up every drop of his
boycum while cupping his balls in my hand.  He let go of my head, and I
came up only to find that same lusty grin that I saw when I first met him,
only this time the "bad boy" wasn't under the surface, it was on full
display.

Kenny then laid me on my back and sat between my legs facing me.  He
inspected my cock, commenting on how thick it was compared to his.  As we
talked and looked at each other's equipment, Kenny started to slowly jack
my throbbing cock.  By then I was so hard that my cock felt like steel and
my corona, which is exceptionally large to begin with, was swollen and
looked deep purple and shiny as it does when I am really close to orgasm.
He looked down at my cock then and concentrated, pumping his fist up and
down just a few times before my cock erupted, sending a spurt of cum way up
in the air between us, then as I laid back he pumped out the rest of my
load, which ended up hitting the wall above his bed and completely covering
my bare chest with dots and puddles of pearly liquid.  He then put his fist
at the base of my cock and squeezed it upwards, letting the last of my cum
ooze out and drip over his fingers.  I had shot cum farther than he thought
was physically possible, he later told me.  It was a fantastic orgasm that
I remember with great lust and fondness to this day.  Kenny and I went on
to become close friends and lovers, spending our teenage summers with each
other for several years.  He eventually decided he was mostly straight, and
we ended our relationship just before graduating high school.  I know he
got married, but I wonder if sometimes, like me, he lets his mind wander
back to that first night when we had our first sexual experience together
and how beautifully we made love that first time.