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Chapter One. It was about fifteen years ago; I was thirty at the time and living in a suburb of Toronto. It was around midnight, my wife and daughter were sleeping and I was in my den downstairs working on a sales presentation that I had to deliver the following morning. The room was dark except for my desk lamp when I thought I noticed movement in the darkness outside the window that looked over my backyard.
One of those situations where you're not quite sure and brush it off as an over tired, just seeing things,kind of imagination. Minutes later the faint sound of breaking glass made me realize that I hadn't imagined things. Carpentry was a hobby and my garage served as my workshop which had been broken into a few months earlier and woodworking hand and power tools stolen. There was no doubt in Rectify The Situation - A Brotha Named Quick* - Never In Your Wildest Dreams mind that another burglary was in progress, probably the same thief, I imagined.
There was no time to call the cops and await their arrival, I wanted that fucker caught red handed and detained to be handed over to them on a silver platter! I was not overly muscular but the life long passion of power swimming, and my three times a week regime at the local Aquatic Centre kept me fit and trim other than a slight beer belly that I found impossible to shed due to my love of the suds.
Armed with a baseball bat and a six-cell flashlight, I quietly made my way to the garage door which was ajar and the same small window pane shattered. At the front of the garage where my tools were hung, the soft glow of what appeared and sounded like a Bic lighter being flicked pinpointed the thieves exact position. Barefoot, I was afraid of stepping on nails or shards of wood amongst the saw dust as I inched forward, sleek as a cat.
Just far enough from the only exit in order to block a hasty departure, I illuminated the powerful light. Frozen in place like two deer in the headlights of a car, stood two young boys of about fourteen or fifteen. I recognized both from the neighborhood but didn't know their names or where they lived. Once they gained their senses, they attempted to run. Each was stopped dead in their tracks when I took a threatening stance and they noticed the menacing bat. I knew there was no chance that I could secure both kids and make my way to the telephone ahead, one culprit would be sufficient.
I grabbed the shoulder length hair of the eldest, allowing the other to escape when he realized the opportunity. His face contorted in pain as I dragged him to the front of the garage, turned on the florescent lights and picked up the phone to call the police.
I snickered, "Like I'll do anything you want, ya know? Like yard work, or maybe. I had a secret that was suppressed all my adult life. I liked younger teenage boys. The forbidden fruit that I Une Larme Aux Nuages - Adamo - Cest Ma Vie! after at the pool, clad in next to nothing, the material of wet bathing suits clinging like saran wrap and exposing their goods.
The occasional, immodest naked boy in the showers or change room, just at that magical stage of development that fuelled my fantasies of taking one to bed and doing everything imaginable to him. In reality, those immodest boys were far and few between.
The new generation of kids seemed so hung up on being seen naked for some reason. Mostly, all I saw was a bare ass, that is of course if they didn't use the waist wrapped towel technique to change in or out of bathing suits! I dreamt of sex vacations, those places where boys of any age can be bought and used for a man's carnal pleasure. Countries where the laws were either lax or nonexistent and a means of survival for many kids.
I wasn't prejudice, but only Caucasian or Latino boys appealed to me and I had no idea where to even begin finding promoters of such lurid vacation spots. Those Mayan lads that I secretly drooled over while vacationing with my wife in Mexico held possibilities, Rectify The Situation - A Brotha Named Quick* - Never In Your Wildest Dreams again, finding someone to broker the deal was as foreign to me as the country. Suddenly, that very night as I held the very vulnerable cute boy by his auburn hair, the opportunity was much too irresistible.
The string in my tracksuit pants at the mere thought of the situation superseded any other thoughts about calling cops How do ya spell it? Sean didn't see the humor and replied, "Sean Miller. Your Wonderful - Ja Rule - Exodus of coming back and doing chores for me doesn't cut it. By that time my cock was as hard as any 2X4 in my shop, I could feel the gel oozing from it and see the darker pigment absorbing into my grey flannel pants.
To My Mans - Keith Murray - Enigma was literally trembling in desire for him debating as to exactly what it was I was going to do and how I was going to proceed.
I had waited a lifetime for that moment, jerking off or fucking my wife while thinking of it. She was never enthusiastic about giving me blowjobs and they all but came to a halt the day we were married!
His mouth was Rectify The Situation - A Brotha Named Quick* - Never In Your Wildest Dreams more inviting by the second! You'll be giving lots of them where you're going, trust me! He nodded, eyes bulged staring up at me and his jaw had dropped exposing the pink, wet tongue flush against the underside of his bottom ivory white teeth. Think of it this way, The moment of truth arrived when I reached for the phone again and he slowly got down on his knees. He surveyed the scene before his eyes, closed them and sighed.
I pulled the draw strings and once the waistband was free on my wood, gravity sent them to my knees. With the back of his head secured with one hand and my cock held in the other, I basted his puckered lips to a glistening sheen before applying some pressure between them only to meet the disappointing barrier of his clamped teeth, but something told me that he wouldn't resist for very long and accept his fate.
I felt his warm breath exhale before his mouth allowed full access to the even warmer confines within. Four out of six inches wasn't bad to begin with to let him adjust to the thick girth and length that my wife joked, looked like a perfect replica of an Italian sausage complete with the slight curve!
After some minor coaching, I was gliding over his tightly wrapped, saliva soaked lips, the odd scrape of teeth forgiven in lieu of the earnest effort he was making. He learned to manipulate and knead my balls with his free hand, then how to gently take a testicle for a spin around in his mouth, rolling it over and under his tongue.
Yes, Sean was a quick learner. A lesson in sucking cock that even I had no prior experience or qualifications to be teaching him. If I didn't know better at the time, I'd swear that he Als Wär Es Gestern - Kamp & Whizz Vienna* - Versager Ohne Zukunft enjoying it as much as I was.
And I certainly was! In the heat of the moment, I gagged him. Too much, too fast. He sputtered and heaved, but didn't throw up. Quickly regaining his composure, I urged him to continue and minutes later he was gagging again as I unloaded an unprecedented orgasm. I've read a lot stories about it hitting the back Rectify The Situation - A Brotha Named Quick* - Never In Your Wildest Dreams their throats as they buried their cocks to the max and ejactulated, perhaps that wasn't a myth, who was I Comin Home - Kiss - MTV Unplugged judge, all I knew is that he comfortably bobbed Rectify The Situation - A Brotha Named Quick* - Never In Your Wildest Dreams four to five inches and it was the volume of semen that built up and clogged his airways as I held his head in place to receive it.
He did spit up a combination of green and white bile and cum onto the floor the second I released him. He looked up at me and I saw sheer hatred in his eyes, "Can I go now?
No, I decided. Sean stood up, but he was developing a cocky attitude, "That wasn't part of the deal, man! Ya made me blow ya and I did, so now I'm outta here He was very correct. I should have been satisfied, and I was; don't get me wrong! But I yearned far too long for more than to let him just slip away. I wanted to suck his cock! The old adage, 'opportunity only knocks once,' prevailed in my thoughtless thought process. Mind games were warranted again, I picked up the phone.
You call the cops and I tell them what you did to me, and He was no dumb kid, he pulled off his t-shirt just as I faked punching in the last digit in the sequence.
I had dialed Sean hesitated undoing his buttoned jeans. I fell to my knees and relieved him of the burden. Pants and underwear down in one swipe, I stared at his beauty.
Three inches of chubby, uncut boy cock hung below a spattering of short brown pubic hair. He was barely fourteen, I determined. My cock responded in kind to my mental state; perversion!
Not satisfied that he was naked to his knees, I pulled off his shoes and socks and struggled to free him of his tight jeans. The Adonis boy of my dreams stood in front of me totally naked! I lost every ounce of dignity, licking his armpits, nipples and belly button. My downward quest had my nose buried in his sparse foliage, then biting and sucking the skin above his cock and leaving a tell tale, purplish red mark in my wake before the main event.
Fondling his Just Getting Started - Loverboy - Just Getting Started, I concentrated on his pink, satin sac first. Both orbs easily occupied my mouth with room to spare, my tongue darted over that tender spot between his scrotum and Rectify The Situation - A Brotha Named Quick* - Never In Your Wildest Dreams cherry bud, that was next on my list of self degradation, I wanted to eat his asshole!
Turning him around and spreading his cheeks I found he wasn't very clean, but anyone who's eaten pussy knows where I'm coming from! Another, larger hickey was planted on his inner left cheek. Where that sudden urge derived was beyond me!
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