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Story of Joe – 1994

Adult/Youth, First Time, Gay, Teens, True |

October 31, 2008

Story of Joe – 1994
By
Alex Hawk

Time went by in the one-second per second way that it does. Eventually 1993 rolled over into 1994. I kept going online, and had upgraded, as mentioned before, to a 1200 baud modem. Four times as fast! The words were scrolling by almost as fast as I could read now! Plus I had an actual, if primative, computer complete with a hard drive that had, hold on now, *20* megs of hard drive space! Imagine!

I’d run into Joe only a couple more times since the first conversation. He mentioned that he’d been masturbating a lot, which was nice. He hadn’t mentioned anything more about gay sex or anything like that, though.

It was about eight months after I’d first talked with Joe that I finally had the chance to engage in a real long conversation with him.

[Hey, Joe.] I typed when he entered the chat room I’d set up.
[hi ryan how are you?] He’d gotten better at typing.
[I’m doing ok.]
[i got a girlfriend 🙂 ]
My heart sank a little bit. [Oh, yeah? That’s cool.]
[shes 15 and shes really cool]
[An older woman, eh?] Joe was thirteen by this point.
[yeah 🙂 ]
[So you still think the idea of two guys having sex is cool?] I asked.
[yeah i think about it sometimes when im masterbating]
[Good. 🙂 You ever think about actually doing it with another guy?]
[yeah i do i wish i could find a guy to do it with]
I raised an eyebrow. [You really do? You’re not just making that up?]
[yeah for real]
I hesitated for a bit before carefully typing out, [Well… if you’re interested, maybe you and I could do some stuff.]
[ok]
Butterflies flitted about in my stomach. [You really want to?]
[sure your a nice guy and i like talking with you]
[You know what it entails, right? Having sex with another guy?]
[yeah]
[What?]
[suck each others dicks and jerk eacho ther off] Joe typed.
[Well, yeah, that’s pretty much it.]
[ok sounds cool]

I just couldn’t believe I was really having this conversation. By now I’d figured out that he might just be some older person pretending to be a young boy. He seemed quite real, though almost too good to be true. As I thought that, an idea hit.

[Hey, you wanna talk on the phone for a bit?]
[sure if you can wait like ten minutes so my mom will be gone]
Knowing they would be the longest ten minutes of my life, I typed out, [Ok. My number is 555-6571. I’m gonna log off and you can call me when she’s gone.]
[ok cool ill call you]

I logged off, not sure why I didn’t want to keep talking with him online while waiting for him to call me. Maybe because I figured that perhaps he might not be real and at least this way I could start distancing myself from him early. I didn’t know, really. I just thought I should wait offline.

Ten minutes went by…

No call.

I sighed. Well, I wasn’t that surprised. But maybe he’d call late.

Nineteen minutes after I’d disconnected the phone rang. Taking a deep breath I picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Ryan?”

I slowly let out the breath. THIS was the voice of a teenage boy, no question about it. “Hello, Joe.”

“Hey.”

“So how are you?”

“I’m cool. How are you?”

“Pretty good. It’s nice to actually talk for real and not just on the BBS.”

“Yeah.”

“So…” Now I wasn’t really sure what to say to him. “Well, how long have you known this girl you’re dating?”

“For like a couple months. She’s friends with my older brother’s girlfriend.”

“That’s cool. She cute?”

“Yeah! She’s got dark hair and really big tits.”

I laughed. “That’s cool.”

“Yeah. I hope I get to fuck her.”

I laughed again. “I hope so, too. You must think about fucking her a lot.”

“Yeah.”

“You think about fucking her when you’re… you know… jerking off?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“That’s cool.” I reached down to massage the lump in my pants. I couldn’t believe how sexy this boy’s voice was.

“What do you think about when you jerk off?”

I was surprised at the question, but answered truthfully. “Guys. Having sex with guys.”

“You ever fuck a girl?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Never had the desire or the chance.”

“Oh. I was hoping you could, like, tell me some stuff for when I get to do it.”

“Sorry. Everything I know I’ve learned from pornos and stories.”

“Oh. Well, that’s cool, I guess.”

Rubbing at my crotch some more, I said, “Do you really want to have sex with a guy?”

I could almost picture him shrugging as he said, “Sure, why not?”

“Do you want to have sex with me?” I asked, my mouth going dry a little.

“Yeah.”

“Why me?”

“Cause you said you would. Plus you taught me how to jack off and I really like doing that, so I’m sure sex with you would be pretty cool.”

“What do you look like?” I asked.

“Look like? Uh… I’m not very tall, and I’m kinda thin. I got some muscles now, though. I got black hair and brown eyes cause I’m hispanic.”

“Cool.” With a little laugh I said, “How big is it?”

“You mean my stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“Like four, four-and-a-half inches when it’s hard.”

“Is it hard right now?” I asked, unzipping my pants and letting my penis free.

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Mine is, too.”

“Cool. How big is yours?”

“Seven inches.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah.” I gave my penis a few strokes and said, “I’m even jerking a little right now.”

“You are?”

“Yeah. You want to join me?”

“Ok.” I heard him fumbling around a little bit, the muffled sounds coming through the phone. Then he said, “I got it out right now.”

“Cool. You stroking?”

“Yeah.”

“Feels good, huh?”

“Hell, yeah.”

The two of us masturbated quietly for several seconds and then Joe said, “So you really wanna suck my dick?”

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

“Cool.” His voice was a little bit ragged. “Will you let me suck you?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Cool.” I pictured him beating off as he said, “I hope Janice will let me fuck her…”

“That’s your girlfriend?”

“Yeah…”

“You guys kiss yet?”

“Yeah, we’ve done that a couple times.”

“Cool… if we have sex, will you let me kiss you?”

“Sure…”

“Cool…”

We masturbated quietly some more, then Joe said, “I’m getting pretty close to cumming… what about you?”

“Yeah, me, too…”

Joe’s breathing grew more and more ragged and finally he whispered, “Oh, I’m cumming…” He let out a few quiet moans.

I imagined his sperm spurting all over his young body and said, “Yeah, me, too…” as my own sperm began rocketing out of my penis.

After a few seconds we’d both recovered a bit and Joe said, “That was really cool.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“So… you like, wanna meet or something? Not for sex. We can do that later. Just to meet.”

“Sure. When and where?”

“I don’t know.”

I thought for a bit. “Ok, how about the library? We can meet up there.”

“When?”

“Saturday at noon sound good?”

“Yeah, ok. I’ll tell my mom I’m studying.”

“Cool.” A thought struck. “Hey, do you have a Polaroid camera by any chance?”

“My mom does.”

Stifling a little giggle, I said, “Why not try and take some nude pics of yourself and give them to me? Then I’ll have something to look at when I jerk off.”

“Ok, I’ll try.”

“Cool. Well, I guess I should get going, then.”

“Yeah, me, too. It was cool talking with you.”

“Likewise. Take care!”

“Bye.”

Dial tone.

I hung the phone back up and sat back in my chair. I couldn’t believe it! The boy was real! Or at least, if he was an adult, he was someone who knew how to sound like a thirteen-year-old boy. Either way, I suppose I’d know by Saturday.

* * *

Saturday couldn’t come fast enough for me. When it finally arrived, I made sure I was cleaned up, wearing my best clothes and looking good. Well, as good as I could at any rate. I got to the library half an hour early. I killed time reading back issues of the New York Times on microfilm. It was interesting and diverting, but not nearly enough so.

When it was finally time for Joe to arrive I stood up and started wandering around the library, looking for a cute thirteen-year-old hispanic boy who was ready to get laid. It took me several minutes of looking but then… there… a boy. He was about 5′4 or so. Nice build, very cute face. And he was looking at me.

As I tried to figure out how to approach him, he started walking my way.

“Ryan?”

I let out a sigh of relief. He was real. He was fucking cute, too. And he was MINE. Or at least, he would be.

“Joe?”

“Yeah.” He grinned a little.

“Cool.” I shook hands with him. “How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you?”

“I’m ok.”

“Cool.”

This was sounding like our usual conversation.

“So,” I said, “you wanna go back to my place?”

“I’d like to, but I don’t have time,” Joe said. “My mom’s expecting me to be home pretty soon. She had a lot of work she wanted me to do today, but I wanted to make sure I at least came by and met you.”

“Oh, ok.” I was disappointed, but there was nothing for it. “Well, how much time do you have?”

“Not too long. Less than half an hour.”

“Oh. Well, let’s just talk for a while, then.”

So Joe and I found a place to sit and chat with each other. He was a smart, friendly boy. I spent most of the conversation checking him out and was pleased to see that he was doing the same with me. I couldn’t wait to get this kid into bed!

Eventually the time was up and Joe went back home, leaving me with a series of wonderful memories and fantasies to occupy my masturbatory time.

* * *

A couple weeks after meeting Joe for the first time, I was online and he invited me into a chatroom. Soon as I got there, a message from him flashed up on the screen.

[im not a virgin anymore i got laid 🙂 ]

My heart did a complicated little trick where it skipped a beat and sank at the same time.

[Oh? By your girlfriend?]
[yeah]
[How was it?]
[oh it was so fucking great! 🙂 ]
[So you actually fucked her, huh?] I was a little disappointed. I’d wanted to get the boy while he was still a complete virgin.
[yeah]
[Did you use a condom?]
[of course]
[Good boy.] I’d been drilling into his head the idea of using a condom when he has sex. [So how did it happen?]
[well she called me up on friday and asked if i could sneak over to her house that night. i did and when we were in her bedroom we started making out and she asked if i wanted to fuck her and i said yes and so we did it]
“Lucky bitch,” I muttered myself. On the keyboard I typed, [So you really liked it, huh?]
[yeah]
Carefully I typed out, [Do you still want to get together with me?]

Almost too long went by before I finally I saw the words [yeah of course] creep across the screen.

I let out a little sigh of pleasure. [Cool.]
[when do you want to meet]
I thought about that. [Soon as possible.] I had to get to him before anymore girls did!
[maybe we could like meet at the mall and do it in the bathroom] he suggested.
Damn! [I’d really rather not risk getting arrested. 🙂 ]
[ok cool then you want to meet at library again/]
[Sure.]

We made arrangements to meet up the very next day. I couldn’t wait! If I’d thought it had been hard waiting to meet the boy for the first time, it was nothing compared to now when I knew I’d be having sex with him!

* * *

The great day finally rolled around. I went down to the library and made ready to wait for Joe’s arrival. To my immense surprise, he was already there, waiting for me.

“Hey, Ryan,” he said with a shy little smile. “I wanted to make sure I wasn’t late.”

“Cool. Do we have a decent amount of time or do you have to be home really soon?”

Joe shrugged. “We have some time. Like an hour or so.”

“Ok. Sounds good. Shall we go back to my place?”

“Ok.”

The two of us walked and talked, our conversation petering off slowly as we got closer to my home. Once we were there we went inside and I said, “Sit anywhere.”

“Ok.” Joe sat down on a chair near the bed.

“You want a Coke or anything?” I asked.

“No, I’m good.”

We sat there in silence for a few moments. Finally I said, “Well… you wanna get started?”

“Ok.”

“Right.” I took a deep breath. “Well, why don’t we get undressed?”

“Ok,” he said again.

The two of us began taking off our clothes. Soon we were both down to our underwear. Joe was wearing a pair of your basic tighty-whities. God, he looked hot wearing those. I could clearly see his penis tenting them out. My heart fluttered at the idea that I was actually going to get to do it with this sexy teenage boy!

I reached out a hand and placed it on Joe’s bare chest, running it down his smooth, hairless body. When I reached his underwear, I gently cupped the bulge inside them. Joe let out a little moaning whimper and pushed his crotch against my hand.

“You have a really nice body,” I whispered to him.

“Thanks…”

Very slowly I pulled his underwear down, and up popped his beautiful thirteen-year-old penis. It was very hard, which was no surprise. He actually had a pretty generous amount of pubic hair, too. All in all he looked fantastic.

“Did the girl you fucked ever give you a blowjob?”

“No.”

“Good.” I knelt down in front of Joe and slowly lowered my mouth down around his hard young penis. I loved giving head, and I was pretty good at it. I didn’t suck him for too long, cause I didn’t want him to cum yet. I just wanted to give him a taste of things to come, as it were.

As I sucked Joe, I worked my way out of my own underwear and was now naked with the boy. I stood up and took his hand in mine, gently placing it on my penis. Joe got the hint and started masturbating me as I gave him a couple slow, gentle kisses on the mouth.

“You having a good time?” I asked.

Joe nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good.” I kissed him some more. “Let’s get on the bed.”

“Alright.”

We laid down side-by-side and started kissing some more while masturbating each other. Eventually I moved my hand onto his butt and gave it a gentle squeeze. Firm, hairless and perfect, just like the rest of him!

“You wanna try something?” I asked Joe.

“Sure.”

I rolled over so that I was laying on my back. “Get on top of me face up.”

“Uh… ok.” Rather awkwardly Joe moved on top of me, my penis sticking up between his legs. I gave him a couple gentle kisses on his ear and moved my hand around to begin masturbating him once more. As I did so, he reached down between his legs and started rubbing me as well.

It’s normally very, very hard for anyone to get me off. For me to have an orgasm while fucking, being blown or being jerked is extremely rare. At this point I’d been sexually active since I was fourteen and in that time had cum exactly twice while someone else was doing something. From the way Joe’s hand was moving on my penis, though, I thought a third might be right around the corner.

Then Joe let out a couple gasps and I felt his body tense as his penis kicked in my hand. A little of his sperm actually blasted so far that it landed on my cheek, which was pretty damned impressive! Feeling the boy’s body shake as he climaxed as a major turn on, too.

Enough of a turn on, in fact, that it pushed me right over the edge. I grunted and moaned as my penis began kicking between Joe’s legs, soaking his entire crotch with my sperm. It wasn’t the best orgasm I’d ever had, but it was in the top ten.

After we were done cumming, Joe turned over enough for us to kiss some more.

“Did you like it?” I asked him.

“Yeah. Can we do it again sometime?”

“Of course. There’s lots we didn’t do yet,” I said, giving him another kiss and a squeeze of his little butt.

“Cool.” He looked over at my clock. “I gotta get going, ok?”

I was surprised, but I didn’t argue. “Oh, alright.” I got out from under Joe and wiped myself up with a towel then passed it over to him.

“Thanks.” He cleaned up and then passed it back to me.

Once we got dressed, I walked with him out to the bus stop, talking about incidentals. I was a little confused by him wanting to leave so quick. I thought we might fool around some more, but apparently he had other ideas.

When Joe was gone, I went back home. I felt kind of guilty about what I’d done with him. I knew it was illegal and probably immoral and it was really bugging me that I’d done something like that. Plus I was really worried about what he might’ve thought about the whole thing.

My worries were all needless, thank goodness. I got online with him that very night. He was pretty stoked by what we’d done, even though we hadn’t done much, and he was really enthused about the idea of getting together again. I relaxed, comforted and looking forward to my next time with Joe.

END PART TWO

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. Normally there’d be a witty line here, but not today!

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Story of Joe – 1993

Masturbation, True |

October 31, 2008

Story of Joe – 1993
By
Alex Hawk

It was 1993. Bill Clinton was in office, the Smashing Pumpkins were tearing up the charts and the information superhighway was nothing but a series of barely connected dirt roads.

I was twenty-one and living a decent life. I had a little apartment, nothing big, in one of the suburbs of Los Angeles. My life centered around work (at a pet store), video games (hooray for the Super Nintendo!), and spending time on the local BBS’s.

BBS’s aren’t really around anymore. They were quite the thing back then. Basically your computer called a computer at someone’s house. I was getting email back before I even knew that was what it was called. I could access some newsgroups and correspond with people all over the world. And, just like the internet to come, I could download porn, though admittedly it was pretty much all just .txt files.

Mind you, I didn’t have any way to SAVE those files. No, my “computer” consisted of a TRS 80 DT-1. It was just a terminal. It had a keyboard built into a monitor and that was it. I used a 300 baud modem to connect. 300 baud. Anyone now who doesn’t use a DSL or cable modem probably uses a 56.6k modem. That would be a 56,600 baud modem. Consider how slow THAT is, and imagine using something that’s only 300 baud. Gads! Even now I don’t know how I managed. I eventually upgraded to a 2400 baud modem and then the granddaddy of them all, the 14.4 modem. Oh, how happy I was!

Some people who ran these boards had really big ones with several lines supporting many users. Those were the best, cause you could get into chats. I know that doesn’t sound like much these days, but back then it was a really big thing.

I was on one of these boards. I was mostly reading a Star Trek newsgroup (I was a geek), when I got a little message across the bottom of my screen saying, “TheCrazyOne invites you to chat!”. There wasn’t really anything like instant messages back then. You had to go into chat rooms, mostly, in order to talk.

I accessed TheCrazyOne’s profile and read through it. Basically the only thing about him was that he was male and lived in the same suburb as me. Nothing else was filled in. Well, that wasn’t THAT unusual. A lot of people left things unfilled in. I figured I’d pop into his chat room and see what he wanted.

TheCrazyOne and I were the only ones in the chat room. I typed out [Hello!]

[hi how r u?] Yeah, the quality syntax we’ve all come to know and love on the internet started out on the BBS’s back in the day.
[I’m ok. How are you?]
[im ok my name is joe]
[Nice to meet you. I’m Ryan.]
[hi rayn] he typed and then [im sorry i meant ryan]
[It’s ok, Joe. 🙂 ]
[what does 🙂 mean/] he typed after a moment.
[Look at it sideways. It’s a smile.] Emoticons were a new thing back then.
[oh ok cool]
[So why did you page me?]
[no reason i read ur profile and thought u might be cool to talk to] Joe typed.
Well, this was scintillating. “What about it did you like?]
[well u like movies and books and so do i.]
[Ok. What’s your favorite movie?]
There was a moment before Joe typed, [i like a lot of them u know? terminator 2 was really kick ass.]
[Yeah, that was a good movie, alright.]
[can i ask u a question/?]
[Sure.] I had an idea where this might be leading.
[r u really gay? it says u r]

Bingo. Back then being gay wasn’t quite as easy as it was nowadays. There were special BBS’s you could get onto that were gay oriented, but that was it. There weren’t any gay websites, or any websites at all for that matter. So lots of people would come into contact with gay people for the first time while on one of these boards.

[Yes, I am. Are you?] I asked.
[ive never met anyone who is gay b4] he replied.
[Well, now you have. 🙂 ] I noticed he’d dodged the question.
[yeah] There was quiet for a moment and then Joe typed, [i heard a couple guys got busted having sex in the parking lot of harding highschool]
[I hadn’t heard that.]
[i thought it sounded kind of cool]
I raised an eyebrow. [Cool they were having sex or that they got caught?]
[that they were havign sex 🙂 ]
[Ah. So are you gay, too, then?]
[i dont think so i just thought it sounded cool]
[You don’t think so? You’re not certain?]
[well i guess not i dont really know]
[You ever have sex with another guy?]
[no i havent had sex with anyone yet im still virgin]
[Oh, ok.] I thought for a moment and then typed, [Well, when you jerk off, do you think about boys or girls?]
Joe didn’t type anything for several seconds and then said, [whats jerk off mean?]
That really surprised me. [Jerking off. You know, masturbating? Playing with yourself? Rubbing your dick and having an orgasm?]
[i havent done that] he typed after a bit.
Now I was a little confused. [How old are you, Joe?]
[12]
I nearly choked on the Coke I’d been drinking. [12?]
[yeah is taht bad?]
[No, I’m just surprised is all. I thought you were older.] The idea that he might actually be an adult just pretending never entered my mind. The whole notion that people would pretend to be something they weren’t while online wasn’t something that had really occurred to me yet. He said he was a twelve-year-old boy, and I believed it.

I’d been silent for quite a bit and apparently Joe started to get concerned. [r u still there? u rnt made at me r u?]
[If you mean mad, no I’m not.]
[ok good 🙂 ]
[So you really don’t know what jerking off is?]
[no what is it]
[Well, it’s where you sort of stroke your penis until you have an orgasm. It feels really good. It’s basically simulating sex.] I typed out.
Joe typed, [oh cool how do u do it?]
[You want me to teach you how?] My penis had hardened up at some point during the conversation. I wasn’t sure why this was making me horny, but was it ever! Cybersex didn’t really exist much yet, but this was an inkling of what it could be.
[yeah]
[Ok, I guess I can. It’s pretty easy after all.]
[ok]
[Well, first, is your penis hard?]
[yeah]
[Ok. What are you wearing?]
[sweatpants and boxers]
[Ok, well, pull them down enough to let your penis out.]
After a few seconds Joe typed, [ok i did that]

I reached down and rubbed at my own erection, picturing this basically naked boy. [Alright now hold your penis in your hand, kind of like a joystick.]
[ok]
[Are you?]
[yeah]
[Ok, now hold it kind of loosely and start rubbing it up and down a little. Do it nice and slow until you get used to what you’re doing.]
[ok]
I let it sit at that for a minute or so and then typed, [How’s it feel]
[godo]
[You mean good? 🙂 ]
[yeh]
[Now try doing it faster and faster.] I released my penis from my pants and began masturbating myself.
[ko]
[Is it feeling really good now?] I asked after a bit.
[yeha]
[Pretty soon it’ll feel really good and then you’ll have an orgasm. Some stuff might come out of your penis. Don’t worry about it if it happens.]
A couple minutes went by and I was just about to ask for a progress report when Joe typed out to me [wow that was really cool]
[Did anything come out?]
[yeah]
[It’s kind of sticky and white?]
[yeah]
[You know what it is, right?]
[yeahsperm]
[That’s right. So did you like it?]
[yeah i did 🙂 ]
[Cool. Going to do it more?]
[hell yeah]
[Cool.] I was jerking pretty hardcore myself at this point, picturing this boy having his first orgasm.
[i gotta go my mom will be home soon]
[Oh, ok. You wanna talk again sometime?]
[sure i should be here tomarrow ok?]
[Ok. Enjoy your new toy.]
[what new toy?] then [oh i get it 🙂 ]
[Hehehe.]
[ok bye] and he was gone from the chat room.

I finished off my masturbation, thinking about what it would have been like to watch this boy playing with himself. I wondered if I’d ever see him again. I certainly hoped so!

END PART ONE

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

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Boys For Hire – The Escort

Adult/Youth, Boy/Woman Sex, Prostitution, Straight, Teens |

December 23, 2008

Boys for Hire – The Escort
By
Alex Hawk

I paced nervously through my hotel room, waiting for the knock on the door. I was expecting company. Company of a very specific sort. Company of a type I’d never really had before.

A few weeks ago a friend of mine had stumbled onto an escort service that specializes in providing male escorts for female clients. I’d never used such a service before and had zero interest in using one now, but then my friend had explained to me the “special” escorts this particular company provides.
See, it wasn’t a legal company. Well, part of it was, but they also had an illegal side, specializing in providing boys as young as twelve for women. Even after my friend told me about that aspect of the company, I still wasn’t really interested.

Then she started to tell me about how great and wonderful the sex was, and how it was much better than any sex she’d ever had before. She went on about the beauty of the boys and how wonderful it was to “get together” with one. She made it sound so fantastic that almost before I knew it, I was on the phone to the company, giving the special code words and making an appointment. One cashier’s check for five-hundred dollars taken to a drop-spot later and I was set to go.

I paced a little faster now, stopping every once in a while to adjust my clothes or hair. I was beginning to think this was a very bad idea. I mean, I was about to commit two crimes (statutory rape and solicitation of a prostitute). Given my job (I worked with homeless youths), there was no way this was a good idea.

I kept reaching for the phone, trying to make myself call and cancel, but I always stopped before I finished dialing. I knew this was a very bad idea, but I kept thinking about what my friend had told me about the wonderful sex she’d had with the boys she’d hired. That kept me from cancelling.

I don’t want it to sound like I’m some sad, lonely woman. I’m not. I was thirty-one, but I was reasonably good looking and never hurting for male company when I wanted it. Most of the sex I’d had, though, had been pretty dull, and so perhaps doing it with a young boy, and a well-trained young boy at that, would be what I would need.

I looked at the clock. Five more minutes, I thought. Five more minutes and then I’d call and cancel and-

There was a knock at the door.

Swallowing hard, I walked nervously to the door. Peering through the peephole I saw a boy. I couldn’t tell much about his looks due to the distortion caused by the peephole lens, but he looked like he was probably cute. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hi,” he said with a grin. He was young, probably only thirteen or fourteen. Certainly the youngest boy I’d ever planned to fuck.

I never appreciated before just how young a boy that age could look. The fact that he was a prostitute at that age filled me with sympathy, but was also a major turn on. I felt very guilty that I was going to use this young boy for sex, but also, well, really horny.

Looks-wise he was very cute. He had curly brown hair, blue eyes, smooth skin and a thin body. I pictured him naked and nearly came without even touching myself.

“Hi,” I managed to reply.

“Can I come in?” he asked after a moment.

“Oh, yes, sure, come on in.” I stood aside as the boy walked into the room. He had an adorable ass.

“I’m Jeremy,” he said once the door was closed.

“Hi,” I said again. “I’m Julia.”

“That’s a nice name,” he said with a smile. He set down the small backpack he was carrying.

“Thanks.”

“You’re really hot, too,” Jeremy said, smiling again.

“No, I’m not,” I said, blushing in spite of myself.

“Sure you are,” he said. “See what you do to me?” He reached down and took hold of his obviously stiff penis, showing the outline through his tight jeans.

“I see,” I said with a nervous smile of my own.

Jeremy took a step towards me. “Is this your first time with a boy my age?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Standing close now, he kissed me gently on the cheek. “I’ll give you your money’s worth, don’t worry.”

I smiled again. “Ok.”

Jeremy took a couple steps back. Keeping his eyes locked with mine he started to undress. He began by pulling off his t-shirt, showing a smooth, hairless chest. Then he unbuttoned, slowly lowered his jeans and stepped out of them. Now clad only in a small silver necklace and a pair of white boxer briefs, under which I could clearly see the outline of his stiff penis, he moved towards me again.

“You like me?” he asked, placing one of my hands on his bare chest.

“I like you,” I said. Then, “How old are you?”

With a sly grin, he said, “How old do you want me to be?”

I laughed a little. “Your actual age.”

“I just turned fourteen last month.”

“Ah,” I said, a little thrill going through me.

“Yeah.” Jeremy moved my hand off his chest and down to the front of his boxers where he placed it directly over his penis. It felt like there was a hot, steel bar under the fabric. In a somewhat husky voice he said, “You’re gonna get fucked by a fourteen-year-old. You like that idea?”

“Yeah…”

“Good.” Taking both of my hands in his, he moved them back onto his ass. “You’d better get naked, then.”

“Ok.” Feeling embarrassed and shy, I started undressing. I didn’t try to make it anything special. I just took off all my clothes until I stood naked before the boy.

“Oh, really hot!” Jeremy said.

“I am not,” I said, feeling myself blush.

“Yeah, you are! I’d fuck you even if I wasn’t getting paid.”

Feeling flattered despite myself, I said, “You’d better get naked, then.”

Jeremy laughed. “Yeah, I guess I should.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and slowly lowered them down. Now he stood naked before me. His pubic hair was the same light brown color as the hair on his head, but trimmed considerably. His beautiful adolescent penis was only about five inches, but it was very hard and I knew it was going to feel great inside me.

“So you have me for two hours,” Jeremy said, moving close to me. “I can probably cum three times in two hours. Maybe four.”

“Cool,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he said, reaching down to rub a finger along my clitoris. “I’ll see if I can make you cum that many times, too.”

“Ok.”

“Why don’t you lay down?” he suggested, gesturing to the bed. “I’ll make you feel good.”

“Alright.” I walked over to the bed and lay down, spreading my legs a little. “How many women have you been with?” I asked.

Shrugging, Jeremy said, “A lot. Like probably over two-hundred since I was eleven.”

“Oh.”

I wanted to ask Jeremy a lot more questions and learn more about him. Part of me wanted to see if I could get him out of being a prostitute. Then any questions I might’ve had were pushed to the back of my mind as Jeremy dropped down into a crouch between my legs.

“You’ll like this,” he said to me, and then started using his tongue on me. He began by licking my clitoris and then down onto and into my vagina and then I completely lost track of what he was doing and just laid there on the bed, my mind almost paralyzed with pleasure.

Jeremy worked his tongue on me for about five minutes. It felt great! He was better at it than most men twice his age, and would’ve gotten me off fairly quickly no matter what. But what made me cum was two things: the fact that he was only fourteen and the view I had when I looked down between my legs and saw his young face down there, working away on me. Those two things pushed me over into one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.

By the time I came back to myself, I saw Jeremy standing between my legs, smiling down at me.

“Good, huh?”

“Yeah!” I gasped. “Worth every penny.”

He laughed. “Just wait until you see what’s next.”

“Ok.”

Jeremy walked over to his backpack, giving me a great view of his firm, round ass. He pulled out a small foil square. Opening it up, he pulled out a condom. Keeping his eyes on me, he slowly rolled the condom down the length of his young penis.

“You ready to get fucked by a fourteen-year-old boy?” he asked with a smile.

“Oh, yes.”

“Good.”

Jeremy stood between my legs again. This time he took hold of them, lifting them up and putting them on his shoulders. Then he took one hand and lined himself up. Grinning at me he gave a push with his hips and enthusiastically sank his condom-covered fourteen-year-old penis into my thirty-one-year-old vagina.

“Oh, god,” I moaned as the boy penetrated me.

“Oh… yeah, you’re nice and tight…” Jeremy said with a smile as he started moving inside me.

Normally I kept my eyes closed during intercourse and just concentrated on how good it felt. This time, though, I kept them open and watched Jeremy’s lean, sexy body as he stood between my legs fucking me. God, he was incredible! No wonder my friend decided she liked boys better than men. I could see myself moving that way.

“You like?” he asked as he kept fucking me.

“Oh, yeah…”

“Me, too…” He looked over my naked body. “In fact… you’re so hot… I’m gonna cum soon…”

“Oh, god,” I whispered. The very idea of this boy having an orgasm was enough to push me into my second one, this time with my vagina clenching around his young penis as he laid me.

“Oh… oh, fuck, yeah…” Jeremy moaned. Then he closed his eyes, pushed deep inside me, and started cumming. Watching him do so was every bit as beautiful as I’d imagined it would be.

When he was done cumming, Jeremy stood between my legs, trying to get his breath back. He grinned at me again.

“Good?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I said with a relaxed smile of my own.

“Cool.” He pulled back, his penis slipping out of me. He unrolled the filled condom and tied it into a knot before dropping it into the trash. That done, he got a can of Red Bull out of his backpack, opened it up, took a swig and then laid down on the bed next to me.

A couple minutes of us laying next to each other went by before curiosity finally got the better of me and I said, “Jeremy?”

“Yeah?”

“Not that I’m complaining, cause that was some very good sex, but don’t you think you’re a little… well, young for this?”

He shrugged. “You know, when I was eleven I was homeless and slept in shelters or a box. Then one day I met a recruiter for my company. A week later I’d fucked my first woman- she paid extra for me cause I was a virgin- and I was living indoors, getting regular meals and going to school.”

“Oh.”

“I’m not too young to be selling my body. I am too young to be dying out on the streets.”

“Oh,” I said again. “Well, it’s a beautiful body.”

Jeremy laughed. “Glad you like it. You gonna hire me again sometime?”

“Probably.”

“Good.” He kissed me on the cheek. “I like you. Some of the women I work with can be pretty unpleasant, but you’re nice.”

“Thanks,” I said, even though I knew he was probably just saying things like that in hope of a good tip. Which he was earning.

“You ever want to try something really different, you should see some of the other things the company offers.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Like there’s the Reynolds twins. They’re both thirteen. They do each other and do the woman who hires them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. There’s some women who like seeing boys do each other. I’ve gone out on a few calls like that myself.”

“Oh, so you’ve been with other boys?” I asked, picturing such a thing and getting a little hornier as I did so.

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s not as much fun as it is with a woman, but still cool.”

“Oh.”

“Then there’s some the other services,” he continued, sounding like a pitchman, which I supposed he was.

“Like what?”

“Well, there’s this one woman who every month drops ten thousand dollars to have fifteen of us over for the night at her place. All she ever wants to do is lay on her back and have each of us fuck her, one after the other.”

“Interesting.”

“Then there’s the stud service,” he said.

I blinked. “Stud service?”

“Yeah. Some women love the idea of a young boy getting them pregnant.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. It’s a thousand dollars per session, but some are willing to pay for that. Oh, and if it takes more than ten sessions, it’s free after that.”

“Oh.” I thought for a moment. “Have you ever done that?”

Jeremy nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got fifteen different women pregnant since I was twelve. Never once more than eight sessions,” he added with pride.

“Wow,” I said, absorbing that.

“Yeah, that’s what I always have to wear condoms when I fuck. The company doesn’t want anyone getting a discount kid out of it.”

I laughed.

“Are you on the Pill?” Jeremy asked me.

“Yeah.”

With a shrug he said, “Well, since you’re on the Pill, I’ll do you bareback if you want. Cum inside you and everything. Just an extra hundred dollars.”

“Sounds like you’re just trying to get some extra cash,” I said with a laugh.

Jeremy laughed, too, and said, “Yeah, well, that plus I’d love to cum in you. You’re real hot, like I said, and even if I can’t get you pregnant, the idea of doing what I’d do to get a woman pregnant, and doing it with you, is really cool.”

I looked down at Jeremy’s stiff, young and currently bare, penis and said, “I guess an extra hundred would be doable.”

“Cool.” He took his underage erection in his hand and wiggled it. “Wanna go for a ride?”

I laughed. “That sounds like a good idea.”

I straddled Jeremy’s waist and took hold of his teenage penis. Lining it up, I slowly lowered my vagina down around it until he was all the way inside me. I knew barebacking with him was not smart, given that he was a prostitute, after all, but it felt better for me and I was sure it felt better for him, too.

“Aw, fuck,” Jeremy said with a giggle. “Wow, that’s nice. You’re so tight.”

“Glad you like it,” I said, riding him slowly. Well, at first slowly. But before long I was moving with real passion, enjoying the sight of the naked boy underneath me. God, he was so damn sexy!

“You keep that up and I’ll probably shoot soon…” Jeremy whispered after a couple minutes.

“Cool… cum in me…”

“Ah… oh… ok, if you… insist… ah!” Jeremy put his hands on my hips and thrust hard up into me. I felt his penis twitching as his sperm released into my vagina. My own orgasm came a few moments later.

Now spent and somewhat tired, I dismounted and fell onto the bed next to my naked boy lover. He gave me a hug.

“That was great!” he said with a grin. “You’re really good at that.”

“Thanks.”

Jeremy continued, “You ever think of going pro? I mean, I know the company could use someone like you. You’re hot and you’re good in bed.”

I felt myself blushing. “Well, even if that were the case, which I don’t think it is, I wouldn’t want to go off with older men. I think I like boys now.” I smiled and ran a hand down Jeremy’s bare chest.

He giggled. “Well, we do have like six women who do nothing but boys.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes they go out on calls to teenage boys, but mostly what they do is train boys like me. Our virginities get sold, but after that we get sent to one of the women to get trained on how to be really good in bed.”

“Ah.” I thought about that. “Well, whoever trained you did a good job.”

Jeremy giggled again. “Thanks!”

We hugged some more and started touching. Moments later I was laying on my back as Jeremy fucked me again, my hands resting on the firm globes of his teenage ass. After he came that time, we relaxed a little more, then did doggie-style. Finally we fucked one last time while taking a shower together. He went a couple minutes over his two hour limit, but neither of us seemed bothered by that.

When Jeremy finally put on his clothes (after I took a couple nude photos of him with my cell phone), I gave him two hundred dollars. The first hundred was to cover the fee for the barebacking and the second was as a tip, though I felt pretty certain both would remain his.

I also felt very certain I’d hire some more boys as soon as I could afford to.

END

Copyright 2008 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

There may be a sequel to this. I’m not sure yet. Meantime, enjoy!

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Wishful Thinking – Chapter One

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November 4, 2008

Wishful Thinking – Chapter 1
By
Alex Hawk

I let out a soft, quiet sigh as I peer through the blinds, hand stroking my penis as I watched Devin, thirteen-year-old neighbor boy, mowing my lawn. He’d ditched his shirt some time ago and was really, really easy on the eyes.

I was a thirty-two-year-old man who was intensely attracted to teenage boys. Seeing their young, cute bodies in motion, even without them having sex, was one of the best, most perfect things I’d ever experienced. I’d had sex with girls aplenty back in the day. Heck, I had a thirteen-year-old son, Ebin, currently visiting his mother, due to one of those girls. But boys were my preference.

Much as I loved boys, I never acted on my desires for them. All I ever did was masturbate to pictures of teenagers and fantasize extensively. I had a large collection of kiddie porn on my computer and regularly enjoyed it.

Part of why I never acted on my desires was because of fear of getting caught, but there was also the fact that I was, let’s face it, an older man. More than twice the age of the boys that I wanted to have sex with. I’d had sex with guys my age and some a little younger, I considered myself gay, but never with a boy the age I really wanted. They were probably all straight, too, which made it even more difficult.

I felt very envious of teenage girls. The smart ones were able to get all the boypenis they wanted while all I had was my hand, my porn and, currently, the sight of a beautiful young boy mowing the lawn without his shirt.

Eventually Devin finished mowing the lawn. Sadly, this happened before I came. I quickly zipped myself up as the boy walked up and knocked on the door. I opened it up, looking at his half-naked young body, a couple beads of sweat working down his chest, onto his stomach and disappearing into the loose fitting shorts he was wearing.

“I’m all done, sir,” he said.

Smiling a little I said to him, “Devin, I’ve told you. You can call me Kelly.”

“Ok. I’m sorry, Mister Kelly.”

I rolled my eyes. “Just Kelly, Devin, just Kelly.” I walked outside and looked over the lawn. “Very good!”

“Thanks!”

I had to fight down the urge to run my hands down his bare chest and cup his penis. I imagined it would be very beautiful.

Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my wallet and took out a twenty. “Here you go,” I said, handing it to him.

“Wow, really? I thought you were only going to pay me ten!”

“Well, I don’t have a ten. Only a twenty. Besides, you did a really, really good job. I’m very pleased by all your hard work.”

“Thanks, Kelly!” Devin said smiling. “See, I remembered this time.”

“Yes, you did.” I so wanted to hold this boy. Kiss him, caress him, fondle him.

He pocketed the money. “Thanks a lot! I’ll see you next week.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, waving to Devin as he walked. God, he had a cute little butt.

Quickly I sprinted back into my house, booted up my computer, found a series of pictures of a boy who resembled Devin and gave myself a pretty good orgasm, all the while dreaming and wishing that I could have the boy himself.

Images of Devin’s body stayed with me all day, providing much distraction as I tried to get stuff done around the house. I kept picturing him naked, having sex with me, having sex with other boys, having sex with girls. Just having sex in general. I wanted the boy so much!

That night as I laid there in the darkness of my bed, I experienced another really good orgasm while picturing Devin fucking some lucky young girl. As I cleaned up my sperm with a towel I kept near the bed, one thought kept going through my mind.

“Man, I wish I could turn into an attractive teenage girl,” I mumbled.

*BAM*

The light blinded me for a couple seconds, and there was an odd smell of spices and perfume. And there, hovering about a foot above my bed was a small, rather fat looking man about two feet tall and floating with his legs in the lotus position. He looked rather like Buddha only he had an odd smirk and was entirely nude. Thankfully his stomach was fat enough to act as something of a fig leaf, keeping me from seeing what I didn’t really want to see.

“Good evening, efendi,” he said, salaaming to me.

“Uh…”

“I am called Hasim. I am your most humble, worthless servant and am here to grant your wish.”

“Wish?” I said, finding my voice.

“Your wish, Grand Magisterial Magnificence,” he said a little testily. “You wanted to be able to be a girl, yes?”

“Uh…”

The creature, a genie I supposed he was, sighed and pulled out a small tape recorder and pressed a button. My voice came out saying, “Man, I wish I could turn into an attractive teenage girl.”

“Uh…”

“So I am here, O Lord of my Skills, to grant your wish.”

I shook my head. “Ok, ok. I know what’s happening. I’m sleeping and dreaming, yes?”

“No.”

“Ah, but I’d expect you to say that as part of my dream.”

Hasim rolled his eyes. “O Master, I do not desire to contradict you in your infinite wisdom. However I must contend that I am, in fact, real and not a vision caused by too much pepperoni pizza washed down with Kool-Aid.”

“Yeah, but… you’re a genie, right?”

“Correct, O Ruler of the Heavens.”

“But genies don’t exist.”

“Well, I’m sure, O Great Fount of All Wisdom, that you’d know better than me, what with me only being a genie and all,” Hasim said, sounding testy again.

“Alright, alright,” I said, holding up a hand to placate him. “So you’re real and you’re a genie and you’re here to grant my wish.”

“Correct, O Mighty One. I am but your humble servant.” He salaamed again.

I sat up, figuring still that this was a dream. I’d had stranger ones. Once I had a dream where I dreamt an entire documentary on the early days of the telephone system. It was historically factual, too. This dream was at least far more interesting.

“Ok… Hasim, right? So you’re going to turn me into a girl?”

“Not unless that is your wish, O Worshipful One. What I shall do, in fact, is enable YOU to change from your current… form… to that of an comely maiden of approximately thirteen years of age.”

“And will I be able to change back?”

“At a whim, O Soon-to-be-Transmogrifying One.”

I considered this. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch, Great Sun of the Skies. You shall have this ability without strings or conditions.”

“Uh-huh… ok.”

“However…”

“Ah.”

Hasim pulled out a small bit of paper and looked it over. “You shall have this ability for 240 hours. Ten days from the time you wake up. You shall only have the power for ten days.”

“Only ten days?” I asked a little disappointed. Even if this was just a dream, I wanted more than that. “Is there any way to make it, you know, permanent?”

“There is, Great… Great…” Hasim thought quietly for a moment. “Great Desirer of Boys.”

“That was pretty weak.”

Hasim shrugged. “One does what one can, Most Illuminated Master of-”

“Let’s just stop it with the honorifics, ok?”

“Sure.” The genie sat back and said, “Ok, here’s the deal, pal. You can make the power permanent by having no less than ten boys ejaculate into you. Each must be a virgin prior to the encounter.”

I blinked. “What? What kind of condition is that?”

“The kind someone who planned to use the power to have sex with young boys might find to be fairly appealing,” Hasim retorted.

I sat silently for a second. “Ok, good point.” Something crossed my mind. “I won’t get pregnant, will I?”

“No, you’ll be infertile,” Hasim said, lighting up a cigarette he’d produced from somewhere. The smoke dissipated only a couple inches from him. “So, what’s it gonna be, bub? You want the wish or not?”

Thinking again I said, “There’s not, like, some weird Twilight Zone style thing that’ll happen, is there? Like I’ll turn into a beautiful teenage girl, but suddenly every cute young boy will be gay?”

Hasim rolled his eyes. “You people are so paranoid these days.”

“Well, I’m just asking.”

“If you had clients to please, would you go out of your way to put on strange conditions and weird consequences that made them unhappy and screwed them over?”

“Cell phone companies do,” I pointed out.

Hasim hesitated. “Ok, that might be a valid point. But we genies don’t.”

“Hmmm… and if I change my mind?”

“Then don’t turn into a girl and don’t have sex with ten boys and you’ll be you again, just like you are now, though why you’d want that, I can’t begin to guess.”

Staring hard at Hasim I said, “You know, I kind of miss those honorifics.”

“I bet.”

Silence prevailed for a bit. Hasim pulled out a watch and was pointedly looking at it as I considered my options.

“What do I have to do to change?”

“Just will that it be so.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it. What, you want to say some stupid little rhyme or something?”

“Well, not really,” I confessed.

“Then accept what you get.”

“Ok.”

“So you gonna take this offer, then? I do have other appointments tonight.”

Shrugging I said, “Sure. This is an interesting dream. Can’t wait to see where it goes.”

“Fine, then.” Hasim put out his cigarette and cleared his throat. Speaking in a language I didn’t recognize, he made many strange gestures and then finally stood up and said, “Right, that’s it.”

“I don’t feel any different,” I said after a bit.

Hasim rolled his eyes once more. “Listen, mortal, I told you it wouldn’t take effect until after you wake up.”

“Oh, right.”

“By the Great Hand of Allah you humans are so…” He pulled himself together. “Anyhow, let me help you sleep.” He pointed again at me and I felt my eyes grow heavy. The last I saw of Hasim was him muttering, “I don’t know. They promised me seventy-two virgins in Paradise, and what did I get? A bunch of raisins and a new job. Makes you wonder why you even bother…”

* * *

I woke with a start and a faint headache, the images of the dream still infused in my mind. I rolled over and laid on my back, thinking to myself how strange it had been, and how nice it might be to have something like that actually happen.

“Oh, well,” I said to myself. Then I paused. “Uh… hello?” My voice didn’t sound right.

I sat up and pulled the blanket back, looking down at myself. Where my penis should have been was a small slit with just a tiny bit of hair at the top. My beer gut was gone, replaced by smooth, flat stomach and my breasts had actually shrunk and firmed up, now looking very girly.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, my voice sounding very different from what I was used to. Getting rather awkwardly to my feet I walked over to the mirror and looked.

I was a girl. No two ways about it.

Not a bad looking girl, either. I looked to be a young thirteen. I had blue eyes and blond hair and a nice face. I would have fucked me. I placed a hand on one of my breasts and ran it between them and down onto what I guessed was now officially my vagina. Little tingles went through my body as I touched myself.

“Oh, my god,” I whispered. “It wasn’t just a dream.”

Then I thought about what Hasim had said about turning back. I closed my eyes and sort of imagined my vagina turning back into a penis. A shudder went through my body and when I opened my eyes I saw my old self looking at me.

“Oh, holy fuck!” I said with a laugh. “Oh, god! I can actually do this!”

I closed my eyes again and turned back once more into a girl, now giddy with excitement.

Now I could have any of the boys I wanted. I could get fucked by cute teenage boys whenever I wished. Flouncing over to my bed, I laid down and started rubbing at my vagina, enjoying the incredible new pleasure of being a girl. I even quickly found the entrance and worked first one and then two fingers up into myself, pleased as pie.

I actually kept masturbating for several minutes, picturing a series of young boys on top of me, spending themselves within my vagina. I eventually reached my first orgasm as a girl moments later. It was quite a bit different from what I’d experienced as a man. I couldn’t wait to have more!

Knowing that I’d have to gussy myself up for all this, I went and took a shower and then pondered what to wear. I wanted to go to the mall and buy myself some girl clothes, but first I had to figure out what to put on to get there. Finally a smart idea occurred to me and I went to my son’s room, standing there naked and looking through his clothes, feeling rather naughty about the idea that I was the first girl to be naked in my boy’s bedroom.

I eventually picked out a nice, loose, white t shirt, a pair of boxers and a pair of shorts. I then added a pair of white socks and white tennis shoes. I looked good. Not great, but good. No bra, of course. I figured this was good enough, and headed out.

Quickly I realized I had a problem. I didn’t have a driver’s license as a thirteen-year-old girl. Sighing a little I headed to a nearby bus stop. There would be a bus to the mall in a few minutes. Excellent. While I sat there, I looked around at the world, seeing a couple boys go by on their bikes. They checked me out as they passed. I checked them out, secure in the knowledge that I could probably get them to fuck me without any real effort. Wonderful.

The bus came and I went to the mall. I used my ATM card and pulled out three hundred bucks which I used to to buy myself all sorts of girl clothes. I was also aware of the eyes of many boys and men on me as I wandered. It was wonderful and I pondered the idea of just taking a boy and going to a dark corner and having him fuck me, but no. My first boy would be Devin.

Shopping done, I headed home, mind whirling with all the possibilities for what the next ten days might hold.

END CHAPTER ONE

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. Copy? Wrong. Copyright! ^_^

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