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I drove to the garden center one Saturday morning to pick up an order for my wife. When I arrived I was directed to the rear of the building to be assisted by someone named Daniel. The receptionist told me that he was the sixteen year old son of the store's owner. She said, "Daniel's a treat. You'll like him."
He turned out to be a typical teen kid with slick-backed blond hair - a good looking kid who, for some reason, wore no shirt. Probably he was featuring his new developing body, the taut shoulders and muscled arms that kids his age like to flaunt. Hey, I was sixteen once so I understood.
He said, "Sorry dude. The order isn't ready but we can deliver it this afternoon."
I didn't hear him clearly because I was distracted. My eyes were glued to the snake tattoo on his chest. It was a coiled red snake with a sharp forked tongue. As I looked, the tip of the kid's finger began to lightly stroke the tattoo. Inexplicably, I was getting an erection.
I said, "Excuse me, what did you say?" Looking into his eyes I felt instantly soft and weak. My knees were trembling. He seemed to be looking directly through me.
"This afternoon," he said, "We'll deliver it."
To myself I said no, please - please don't get hard. Please don't get a hardon. Those days are over. That was all in the past, I'm married now. But my eyes returned to the snake and the fingers now stroking the nipple and moving lower, ever so slowly. Directly behind Daniel was a glass-enclosed office. When I saw my reflection in that glass I was horrified. I looked weak, pathetic, afraid.
I now had a raging erection as Daniel stroked his tight abdominal muscles. Clearly this kid was trying to use me, attempting to turn me into his personal lab-rat. Yet my body turned to jelly as I drank in the details of his teen body - the ropes in his arms with blue veins thicker than pencils, the hard, striated shoulders. Somehow the kid had immobilized me. A feather could have knocked me over. My heart pounded in my throat and in my cock. When I looked at him I realized that he was observing the bulge in my pants. A smug smile crossed his face. Were I not a bowl of jelly I would've slapped away that smile.
'Daniel's a treat. You'll like him.' He was a treat I did not need, nor did I want to like him, not like this.
Let me explain, in high school I sucked a few cocks. All right, I sucked more than a few. Back then I found myself mesmerized by the teen male body. I took careful note of the physical transformation of friends who were becoming suddenly lean and muscular. I could not stop myself from squeezing their upper arms. Often this was met with a quizzical look. Other times I received a welcome flex that made me hard. In gym class I ogled those thin, sinewy bodies chinning themselves on the pull-up bar as arms and shoulders tensed and swelled with the effort. I would sit on the gym mat watching intently, taking pains to hide my erection.
I would have boys like this over to my house to hang out. In the basement I would coax them into bouts of wrestling during which I tried to stimulate their young, urgent libidos. A surprising number of them succumbed. Yes, I sucked their cocks. I sucked the short thick dicks, the long thin dicks and, when lucky, the long and thick ones that were crowned with those gleaming red helmets. It was fun.
Then I met Cathy, my first girlfriend. We made love at her house one day and I never looked back. From that moment forward it was girls, girls, girls. Dick, as they say, was history. Now I was 28, newly married to an attractive woman. I was a homeowner. I had a good job at a bank where I was about to become a manager.
Everything was looking up until I ran into this clever little cunt Daniel with his perfect body and his smug, triumphant smile, expertly working my dick like some teen boy-vixen. Somehow I managed to stumble out of the garden center and into my car, still nursing a wild erection.
Halfway home I could stand it no longer. I pulled into the dirt road of a secluded wooded area. When I yanked down my pants my cock leaped. I closed my eyes and thought of Daniel's snake, his finger stroking it. I thought of his muscular ropes, the thick vein coursing down along his bicep like a blue river of dreams. In three strokes I came, shuddering and moaning. It was messy but wonderful. It was an orgasm for the ages.
I spent the rest of the day doing chores around the house. Cindy was out food shopping when her garden supplies arrived, delivered by none other than young, shirtless Daniel. He carried the box of goods in a way that showcased his dramatic arms, the cords and veins straining as if ready to burst. This time there was no slow, steady erection - it was instantaneous. BOOM! It made that noise. I swear it did! My heart was pounding in my cock.
He put down the box and leaned back against the kitchen counter facing me. Once again he wore that shit-eating grin. Already my knees were buckling and my body was trembling. Again, in a matter of seconds, he'd rendered me helpless.
He laughed and said, "Dude, you should see yourself."
When he began stroking his chest I snapped. I lunged forward and covered the tattoo with my mouth, sucking furiously on his fingers, kissing and licking the red snake for all I was worth.
He said, "Hah, I knew this was gonna happen."
I covered his hard pecs with licks and kisses. I put my hands on his shoulders, they felt like blocks of wood. I squeezed his firm biceps. He accommodated me by tightening those muscles hard against my fingertips.
Stroking his wooden biceps I moaned and he said, "Oh boy, this is gonna be fun."
I moved lower, brushing my lips across his moist, rigid abs. When the sweet scent of his sweat flooded my nostrils I nearly came in my pants. When my knees hit the floor his trousers dropped and his cock rose to greet me. I knew immediately that I'd hit the jackpot. It was an incredible specimen, long, thick, veined, hairless. It's fat red dome was absurdly swollen.
I looked up at him for a moment. He puffed out his chest and said, in triumph, "It's big ain't it?"
He had no idea how big it was so I decided to show him. I lightly stroked the hot shaft before bringing a finger underneath to his taint. When I pushed my finger against that spot the cock leaped, lengthened and thickened. The fat red knob swelled even further, gleaming like a ripe apple.
"Wow," he said, "How did you do that? I never seen it so big!"
I pressed my lips against the frenulum, right behind the swollen red crown. I pushed the tip of my tongue against that sweet spot, increasing pressure until I felt his body stiffen. I increased the tongue pressure until I felt him tremble.
"Jesus," he said, "You really know some shit."
I knew some shit all right. But I was on my knees, back in high school like a schoolgirl worshipping this monster-cock. Still, it wasn't as if I'd planned it. It wasn't really my idea. It was all Daniel's doing. Back at the garden center he had quickly sized me up, using his clever stroke-the-snake trick to give me a raging hardon. He'd caught me off guard in a moment of weakness. He made the delivery to my house knowing he could seduce me, knowing how easily I would go down. I had no say in the matter. It simply wasn't fair. I never stood a chance.
I used my tongue and the tips of my fingers on all of the penile sweet spots from the base up to the glowing corona, all of them on the tender underside, all of them very familiar to me.
He moaned and said, "Dude, how many cocks have you sucked... a hundred?"
No, not a hundred. But I'd sucked a lot of sixteen year old dicks in my day. Daniel's was easily the finest of them all in size and shape. It was clean-shaven; I could feel the stubble around the base of his cock when I kissed him there. And I must have kissed him down there a hundred times. Yes, I lost control.
He said, "You go dude... wow!"
I gave his firm, hairless balls a thorough licking. When I tickled his hole he whimpered. And that's what it's all about - making them whimper and moan. You may sink to your knees helplessly but, if you're good enough, you can take control. At least for a moment or two you can become the dominant partner. So I decided to finish him off then and there. I brought my tongue slowly up the veined shaft. I pushed my finger deep into his hole, took the gleaming dome into my mouth and began my expert tongue-swirling. I was on my game now with furious knob-polishing and adept finger-banging. The fingers of my free hand applied perfect pressure on the trigger-points of the undercock. This time it he who didn't stand a chance.
He began thrusting his hips. He said, "Jesusfuck," and came into my mouth like a horse, his hole grabbing my finger again and again and again. I gulped and gagged. Somehow I managed to keep it all. Swallowing cum, I glanced up at him. He looked directly down at me. It was a look of triumph, of victory. Moreover it was a look of contempt, of pity. To be gazed upon like this, by a boy like this, was nothing less than thrilling. I basked in the glow of it. The abnegation, the humiliation only heightened my desire, sending fresh hot blood surging into my already hard cock.
He quickly hitched up his pants and left me there on the floor. At the front door I heard him exchange greetings with Cindy.
I scrambled up onto my feet just as she entered the kitchen. My mouth was full of semen. I could feel it on my lips. She put the groceries on the table and said, "Who was that kid?"
"Daniel," I said, "He delivered your stuff."
"Daniel's cute," she said.
"Oh come on Cindy, he's just a boy."
"Just kidding." She came to me for a hug. Pressing against me she felt my hard bulge.
"Oh my God," she said, "You are happy to see me."
She leaned in for a kiss on the lips and said, "Oooh, you taste funny. What's that taste?"
"I dunno. Just me I guess."
She kissed me again and said, "Oh, you taste so sweet."
We made out, her tongue exploring my mouth, plowing through puddles of semen, gliding over my cum-coated teeth. She pulled away and said, "Oh my God your kisses are delicious."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bedroom. We stripped hurriedly and hit the sack. She looked at my straining erection and said, "Wow."
I could have said, "Are you kidding me? This is nothing compared to the one I just sucked."
She threw her legs over my shoulders and reached down to guide me into her. She was unusually wet. It went well at first. She pulled my face to hers and said, "I want more of those yummy kisses."
After kissing for a while she pushed my head down to her breasts. She loved having her breasts kissed. They were indeed very lovely but I have never been much of a boob guy. To concentrate on boobs was to run the risk of going soft. Trust me, it's never fun going soft inside a woman, especially if it's your wife.
Sure enough, while kissing her breasts I felt my erection dwindling. I closed my eyes tight. The image of Daniel's snake tattoo came to me and I felt a sudden resurgence. I imagined my fingers stroking his iron biceps and was rock-hard again. I moved easily now with a fine erection, listening to her sigh with pleasure. Now I had my strategy - keep your eyes closed and think of the boy. I proceeded to re-live the entire kitchen episode while driving deep into Cindy. I could feel my cock thickening. With a long, slow, exquisite thrust she issued a series of little whimpers. I thought of my face buried in the hard moist mounds of Daniel's abs. When the pungency of his perspiration once again filled my nostrils I cried out and came wildly, furiously.
Afterward, lying quietly beside me, Cindy said, "That was nice babe."
She was correct. It was always nice when I managed to finish. So I lay there lost in thought, the virile husband who had pleased his wife, thinking how I had it all - the wife, the house, the job. Yes, I had the Dream. I was the luckiest straight guy in the world.
Now, if only the Daniels of the world would keep their shirts on, if only the slutty little Daniels of the world would keep their tattoos to themselves, I'd be fine.
He turned out to be a typical teen kid with slick-backed blond hair - a good looking kid who, for some reason, wore no shirt. Probably he was featuring his new developing body, the taut shoulders and muscled arms that kids his age like to flaunt. Hey, I was sixteen once so I understood.
He said, "Sorry dude. The order isn't ready but we can deliver it this afternoon."
I didn't hear him clearly because I was distracted. My eyes were glued to the snake tattoo on his chest. It was a coiled red snake with a sharp forked tongue. As I looked, the tip of the kid's finger began to lightly stroke the tattoo. Inexplicably, I was getting an erection.
I said, "Excuse me, what did you say?" Looking into his eyes I felt instantly soft and weak. My knees were trembling. He seemed to be looking directly through me.
"This afternoon," he said, "We'll deliver it."
To myself I said no, please - please don't get hard. Please don't get a hardon. Those days are over. That was all in the past, I'm married now. But my eyes returned to the snake and the fingers now stroking the nipple and moving lower, ever so slowly. Directly behind Daniel was a glass-enclosed office. When I saw my reflection in that glass I was horrified. I looked weak, pathetic, afraid.
I now had a raging erection as Daniel stroked his tight abdominal muscles. Clearly this kid was trying to use me, attempting to turn me into his personal lab-rat. Yet my body turned to jelly as I drank in the details of his teen body - the ropes in his arms with blue veins thicker than pencils, the hard, striated shoulders. Somehow the kid had immobilized me. A feather could have knocked me over. My heart pounded in my throat and in my cock. When I looked at him I realized that he was observing the bulge in my pants. A smug smile crossed his face. Were I not a bowl of jelly I would've slapped away that smile.
'Daniel's a treat. You'll like him.' He was a treat I did not need, nor did I want to like him, not like this.
Let me explain, in high school I sucked a few cocks. All right, I sucked more than a few. Back then I found myself mesmerized by the teen male body. I took careful note of the physical transformation of friends who were becoming suddenly lean and muscular. I could not stop myself from squeezing their upper arms. Often this was met with a quizzical look. Other times I received a welcome flex that made me hard. In gym class I ogled those thin, sinewy bodies chinning themselves on the pull-up bar as arms and shoulders tensed and swelled with the effort. I would sit on the gym mat watching intently, taking pains to hide my erection.
I would have boys like this over to my house to hang out. In the basement I would coax them into bouts of wrestling during which I tried to stimulate their young, urgent libidos. A surprising number of them succumbed. Yes, I sucked their cocks. I sucked the short thick dicks, the long thin dicks and, when lucky, the long and thick ones that were crowned with those gleaming red helmets. It was fun.
Then I met Cathy, my first girlfriend. We made love at her house one day and I never looked back. From that moment forward it was girls, girls, girls. Dick, as they say, was history. Now I was 28, newly married to an attractive woman. I was a homeowner. I had a good job at a bank where I was about to become a manager.
Everything was looking up until I ran into this clever little cunt Daniel with his perfect body and his smug, triumphant smile, expertly working my dick like some teen boy-vixen. Somehow I managed to stumble out of the garden center and into my car, still nursing a wild erection.
Halfway home I could stand it no longer. I pulled into the dirt road of a secluded wooded area. When I yanked down my pants my cock leaped. I closed my eyes and thought of Daniel's snake, his finger stroking it. I thought of his muscular ropes, the thick vein coursing down along his bicep like a blue river of dreams. In three strokes I came, shuddering and moaning. It was messy but wonderful. It was an orgasm for the ages.
I spent the rest of the day doing chores around the house. Cindy was out food shopping when her garden supplies arrived, delivered by none other than young, shirtless Daniel. He carried the box of goods in a way that showcased his dramatic arms, the cords and veins straining as if ready to burst. This time there was no slow, steady erection - it was instantaneous. BOOM! It made that noise. I swear it did! My heart was pounding in my cock.
He put down the box and leaned back against the kitchen counter facing me. Once again he wore that shit-eating grin. Already my knees were buckling and my body was trembling. Again, in a matter of seconds, he'd rendered me helpless.
He laughed and said, "Dude, you should see yourself."
When he began stroking his chest I snapped. I lunged forward and covered the tattoo with my mouth, sucking furiously on his fingers, kissing and licking the red snake for all I was worth.
He said, "Hah, I knew this was gonna happen."
I covered his hard pecs with licks and kisses. I put my hands on his shoulders, they felt like blocks of wood. I squeezed his firm biceps. He accommodated me by tightening those muscles hard against my fingertips.
Stroking his wooden biceps I moaned and he said, "Oh boy, this is gonna be fun."
I moved lower, brushing my lips across his moist, rigid abs. When the sweet scent of his sweat flooded my nostrils I nearly came in my pants. When my knees hit the floor his trousers dropped and his cock rose to greet me. I knew immediately that I'd hit the jackpot. It was an incredible specimen, long, thick, veined, hairless. It's fat red dome was absurdly swollen.
I looked up at him for a moment. He puffed out his chest and said, in triumph, "It's big ain't it?"
He had no idea how big it was so I decided to show him. I lightly stroked the hot shaft before bringing a finger underneath to his taint. When I pushed my finger against that spot the cock leaped, lengthened and thickened. The fat red knob swelled even further, gleaming like a ripe apple.
"Wow," he said, "How did you do that? I never seen it so big!"
I pressed my lips against the frenulum, right behind the swollen red crown. I pushed the tip of my tongue against that sweet spot, increasing pressure until I felt his body stiffen. I increased the tongue pressure until I felt him tremble.
"Jesus," he said, "You really know some shit."
I knew some shit all right. But I was on my knees, back in high school like a schoolgirl worshipping this monster-cock. Still, it wasn't as if I'd planned it. It wasn't really my idea. It was all Daniel's doing. Back at the garden center he had quickly sized me up, using his clever stroke-the-snake trick to give me a raging hardon. He'd caught me off guard in a moment of weakness. He made the delivery to my house knowing he could seduce me, knowing how easily I would go down. I had no say in the matter. It simply wasn't fair. I never stood a chance.
I used my tongue and the tips of my fingers on all of the penile sweet spots from the base up to the glowing corona, all of them on the tender underside, all of them very familiar to me.
He moaned and said, "Dude, how many cocks have you sucked... a hundred?"
No, not a hundred. But I'd sucked a lot of sixteen year old dicks in my day. Daniel's was easily the finest of them all in size and shape. It was clean-shaven; I could feel the stubble around the base of his cock when I kissed him there. And I must have kissed him down there a hundred times. Yes, I lost control.
He said, "You go dude... wow!"
I gave his firm, hairless balls a thorough licking. When I tickled his hole he whimpered. And that's what it's all about - making them whimper and moan. You may sink to your knees helplessly but, if you're good enough, you can take control. At least for a moment or two you can become the dominant partner. So I decided to finish him off then and there. I brought my tongue slowly up the veined shaft. I pushed my finger deep into his hole, took the gleaming dome into my mouth and began my expert tongue-swirling. I was on my game now with furious knob-polishing and adept finger-banging. The fingers of my free hand applied perfect pressure on the trigger-points of the undercock. This time it he who didn't stand a chance.
He began thrusting his hips. He said, "Jesusfuck," and came into my mouth like a horse, his hole grabbing my finger again and again and again. I gulped and gagged. Somehow I managed to keep it all. Swallowing cum, I glanced up at him. He looked directly down at me. It was a look of triumph, of victory. Moreover it was a look of contempt, of pity. To be gazed upon like this, by a boy like this, was nothing less than thrilling. I basked in the glow of it. The abnegation, the humiliation only heightened my desire, sending fresh hot blood surging into my already hard cock.
He quickly hitched up his pants and left me there on the floor. At the front door I heard him exchange greetings with Cindy.
I scrambled up onto my feet just as she entered the kitchen. My mouth was full of semen. I could feel it on my lips. She put the groceries on the table and said, "Who was that kid?"
"Daniel," I said, "He delivered your stuff."
"Daniel's cute," she said.
"Oh come on Cindy, he's just a boy."
"Just kidding." She came to me for a hug. Pressing against me she felt my hard bulge.
"Oh my God," she said, "You are happy to see me."
She leaned in for a kiss on the lips and said, "Oooh, you taste funny. What's that taste?"
"I dunno. Just me I guess."
She kissed me again and said, "Oh, you taste so sweet."
We made out, her tongue exploring my mouth, plowing through puddles of semen, gliding over my cum-coated teeth. She pulled away and said, "Oh my God your kisses are delicious."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bedroom. We stripped hurriedly and hit the sack. She looked at my straining erection and said, "Wow."
I could have said, "Are you kidding me? This is nothing compared to the one I just sucked."
She threw her legs over my shoulders and reached down to guide me into her. She was unusually wet. It went well at first. She pulled my face to hers and said, "I want more of those yummy kisses."
After kissing for a while she pushed my head down to her breasts. She loved having her breasts kissed. They were indeed very lovely but I have never been much of a boob guy. To concentrate on boobs was to run the risk of going soft. Trust me, it's never fun going soft inside a woman, especially if it's your wife.
Sure enough, while kissing her breasts I felt my erection dwindling. I closed my eyes tight. The image of Daniel's snake tattoo came to me and I felt a sudden resurgence. I imagined my fingers stroking his iron biceps and was rock-hard again. I moved easily now with a fine erection, listening to her sigh with pleasure. Now I had my strategy - keep your eyes closed and think of the boy. I proceeded to re-live the entire kitchen episode while driving deep into Cindy. I could feel my cock thickening. With a long, slow, exquisite thrust she issued a series of little whimpers. I thought of my face buried in the hard moist mounds of Daniel's abs. When the pungency of his perspiration once again filled my nostrils I cried out and came wildly, furiously.
Afterward, lying quietly beside me, Cindy said, "That was nice babe."
She was correct. It was always nice when I managed to finish. So I lay there lost in thought, the virile husband who had pleased his wife, thinking how I had it all - the wife, the house, the job. Yes, I had the Dream. I was the luckiest straight guy in the world.
Now, if only the Daniels of the world would keep their shirts on, if only the slutty little Daniels of the world would keep their tattoos to themselves, I'd be fine.
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