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Subject: {ASSM} Garage Discovery (mb, oral, mast, voy)
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Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2010 18:10:02 -0400
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I always try to imagine who reads the stories I write. Sometimes I 
wish there were websites where you could submit stories, and watch 
like tinychat as someone makes their way through it. Curiosity of 
who reads it, and I have more than a couple fantasies what they do 
when they do.

The following is a piece of erotic fiction involving sexual contact 
between a man and a pubescent youth. In some countries he’d be 
considered a child, in others he’d be old enough to marry and carry 
a gun. And in still others, could be executed for engaging in 
homosexual activities. If you are legally prevented from reading 
such literature, please stop now. Especially stop if you’re too 
young to read and understand the sex this story contains, or if 
you’ve got some problem with such a transgenerational relationship 
being depicted.

Feedback is welcome. Feel free to create a throwaway email account 
to send me a note, just let me know not to bother to reply. My 
username is fastcat at the domain of hushmail.com. Hopefully I’ll 
at least make someone hard or wet reading this story, but will 
understand if I’m the only sucker in the world who finds it erotic, 
and the rest just think it sucks.

All rights reserved - I grant reprint permission to asstr.org and 
the Nifty Archives to republish this work, as well as any archive 
or collection organizer on those two systems, as well as permission 
for individual use. Any other reprint rights are reserved and 
permission must be granted in writing before this story may be 
reproduced in any other form or stored in any other system. Written 
July 10th, 2010.

Garage Discovery
by Fastcat

The wind made the old garage creak as the boy held his ace bandage 
covered cocklet, the other hand rubbing just the tip with his palm, 
each circular motion almost causing his knees to buckle and him to 
fall to the dusty floor.

I first tripped across the erotic sight a week ago, noticing 
someone was in the communal garage, built when horses were far more 
common than cars. Peeking through the half painted window, the twin 
pale globes of his buttocks were clenched tight as the youngster 
probably had his first orgasm. Virtually every day since, the boy 
was back in the garage, repeating his first adventure, heading 
straight there after he got home from elementary school.

The timing was easy to predict, once I knew about the pattern from 
observing him a second time through the window, and on the third 
day, there was a new large box in that garage. When I heard his 
soft sounds, and the click of the zipper on his shorts hitting the 
cement floor, I lifted the flap of what would be a handhold for 
moving the washer when it was crated up. The view was wonderful, a 
beige covered cock, the youth’s eyes tightly shut, as the palm of 
his hand once more made circular motions over the tip.

Honestly, I had been mystified by the strange method of jerking 
off, and actually gave it a shot myself. Once you got past the pain 
of the edge of the elastic bandage cutting into your cock, the palm 
swipes over the slit of the cock were incredibly intense. I could 
only do it for a few moments, before I ripped off the bandage and 
pulled out a decent puddle of cum onto my chest. That this boy 
could do it day after day simply amazed me, until I realized he 
really didn’t know of any other way of jerking off.

If I had been smart, I’d just have left the handhold flap open, and 
seen the preparations. After all, seeing eyes from the slot would 
only really be possible if he was holding a flashlight aimed 
directly at the flap, and actually looking for someone. Realizing 
it, I watched not only as the boy shuddered and sighed in his 
release, but also as he lifted the few drops of spunk on his palm 
and quickly licked it off with a broad swipe of his tongue. Then it 
was pull the tighty whities back up, same with the shorts with a 
zip and a button, and the youngster was back out as quick as he 
arrived. It took seconds for me to pull out my cock and spray the 
side of the box with my jism, vaguely reliving what I had just seen 
in my mind.

The following day, I bought my cell phone, and recorded the jerk 
off session, and after painting the inside of the box once again, 
went back to my semi-apartment in the rear of the property, slipped 
the data card out, and launched the video on my computer. The video 
was near perfect, and while slightly grainy, actually gave me a 
better view than what I had seen myself, and I wacked off twice 
that evening, the sound on low, watching that recording.

The next afternoon was Friday, and the young man’s mother would be 
home for the weekend in a few hours. I knew what I wanted, to touch 
and taste those precious few inches of boycock, but figured the boy 
would have nothing to do with an old guy like myself, out of work 
and barely making it on ramen and odd jobs. I well knew his 
schedule at this point, and was in the garage, cock rock hard and 
demanding, eyes drifting to my box where I could watch or record 
again the boy jerking off.

I was sweating hard by the time he entered the garage, the zip of 
his pulling down his zipper the sign of his intentions, and I took 
a deep breath, steadying myself as I grabbed a few porn magazines, 
putting them into an open box I had emptied earlier. I heard the 
scuff of his sneakers as he came up short, finding someone in his 
pleasure place, and I again heard the sound of his zipper as he 
pulled it up quickly. "Hi," he called, which I felt was a pretty 
good sign of things to come, that he didn’t just turn around and 
run away finding me here.

I turned and looked, eyes drifting down to look at his tented jeans 
shorts, a stretch bandage in one hand, the other involuntarily 
grasping at space, having expected to be full of cock by now. "Oh, 
hey," I replied, dropping the magazine from the top of the stack, 
and praying it opened to a good page of a woman with her legs 
spread, but of course, my luck stinks, so instead he was treated to 
an ad for some vodka.

I almost pushed a couple more magazines down onto the ground, 
hopeful for better random results when the boy stepped forward, 
bent down, and picked up the dropped magazine, closing it as he 
handed it towards me. He paused to take in the cover, a woman 
clothed only in a hand over her crotch, and an arm across her 
breasts.

"Just putting away some porn magazines, though I suppose you see a 
lot more than that on your computer every day. I know I would if I 
was your age, probably spend every day after school staring at 
porno on the internet," I said, far more quickly than the smooth 
words I had rehearsed.

Still holding the magazine, half towards me, fingers tightly 
gripping the slick pages, he told me, "Mom won’t let me on the web 
unless she’s home, and the computer’s in the living room," he said, 
eyes still fixed on the image on the cover. "Says there’s too many 
bad people online who want to get me into trouble."

"Why don’t you just use it when she’s not home?" I wondered aloud, 
as that’d be what I would have done when I was his age.

"Donno the password," he replied, his dirty fingernails drawing my 
attention as the fingers shifted their hold on the slick color 
paper.

I had intended on using my presence where he pleasured himself to 
get at least to talk to him, the magazines simply an excuse for 
being there, assuming that the boring static pages would mean 
little compared to the videos of fucking and sucking available 
online with just a few clicks. A part of me wanted to offer to 
stick a live distribution of linux on a thumb drive to let the boy 
roam the net as he wished, but another part relished the fact that 
I could be the only source of porn for the obviously curious 
youngster, and how I could manipulate that into sexual fun with 
him. "You ever see magazines like this before?" I asked.

He shock his head, and felt flush as I suggested he could look at 
the one he had in his hand. He flipped it open and sucked in a 
breath, staring at the gallery on the page he opened to. A woman 
spread wide, the juices of her sex obvious, a man sucking on her 
tit in the next one, his hard cock against her bare leg, and 
another of his tongue reaching out to lick at that engorged clit. I 
was going to ask him how he liked the images, when I realized his 
eyes were on the following full page, of her lips stretched as she 
sucked on his cock, eyes presumably looking upward as she gave the 
blowjob.

The boy flipped the page, and the scene changed, the cock at the 
opening, then the next halfway drilling, and the last buried in her 
sex. Again, a full page, this time of the cock spreading her brown 
ring obscenely as he shafted her ass. Another flip of a page, and 
there was a two page spread of her face, covered in cum, the rock 
hard cock trailing a string of jism from the head to her lips, one 
of her eyes half closed with salty spew as she looked up with a 
smile on her white stained lips.

Nothing had been said during this browsing, and somehow the boy 
shifted his grip so he was holding the magazine open to the page 
with one hand, the other reaching down to touch the tent in his 
shorts, and I’m sure if I was not there, that cock inside would 
have been out, and the boy’s watery cum staining the page as he 
added his seed to the man’s on her face. "Nice pictures, huh?" I 
stupidly said.

It broke the boy’s eyes away from the page, and had I kept my mouth 
closed, he probably would have easily have stripped and cum onto 
the magazine. But my voice reminded him that someone else was 
there, and again the magazine was closed, his hand coming away from 
his groin, as he tried to hand the magazine back to me. "You can 
keep it if you want, any of them," I quickly added, pointing to the 
box full of porn. "Probably best to keep it out here in the garage, 
so your mother doesn’t find it in your bedroom."

I was hard as a rock, desperately wanting to see his cock up close, 
and hopefully to have him want to do the same, but that was looking 
less and less likely the more I talked. Reminding him of his mother 
was probably not the ideal manner of getting him to take off his 
clothes, and worse, I should have suggested he keep it at my 
apartment, where it would be far easier for both of us to get naked 
and play around a bit.

"I guess," he said, this time putting the magazine in my hands, and 
I could feel my cock softening, realizing I had completely blown 
it, and probably blown my chance of seeing him jerk off again in 
this garage, making it unsafe for him, as he knew that others might 
come in while he was cumming. With a sigh, I tossed the magazine 
which got me so close into the box, and slid the flaps together to 
close it, putting it atop a stack of boxes for the boy to find if 
he wanted to.

I turned back, and it was obvious the boy was about to leave, 
shuffling to turn a bit towards the side door he entered from, and 
giving me a side view of his jeans covered ass. I let out a sigh as 
I started to follow, imagining for a moment sucking on his cocklet, 
and having those precious few drops shoot out onto my tongue.  I 
closed the door behind me as we made it back out into the bright 
sunshine, turning to head back to my apartment for a quick jerk 
when the boy asked me, "do you have a computer?"

"Yes," I replied, not thinking about what I had said earlier, the 
boy turning towards the rear where my home was.

"Maybe you could show me some of that stuff online?" he asked 
hopefully, eyes cast to the ground expecting to be refused.
"It’s really hot in there," I said, again thinking what a stupid 
thing to say to the youngster, trying to discourage him from coming 
to my place and looking at porn, especially when he hadn’t yet 
jerked off after returning from school. Warmth meant maybe his 
losing of his shirt, or more, while looking at hot pictures, and 
here I was not using that to my advantage.

He shrugged his shoulders, his pace increasing in eagerness to see 
the world of porn on my computer. "I’m ok with that," he replied, 
as I fished the keys out of my pocket in a daze. I opened the door 
to my one room place, and let him in, closing the door and locking 
it, lest someone randomly walk in. He went straight to the chair in 
front of the computer, as I opened the little fridge and pulled out 
a beer. Crap shit, too, but all I could afford right now, and I 
needed something to mellow me out. "Can I have something too?" 
wondered the boy, staring at the blank screen of the computer as if 
porn would suddenly appear.

Closest thing I had that a kid might want to drink was a wine 
cooler left over from the last girl I had here. It had been 
occupying space in the fridge for more than a year, reminding me of 
the crappy sex that followed her drinking the other three and 
basically flopping on the bed until I got my nuts off into the 
condom inside her. Worst night of sex ever, and an even worse next 
morning when she wanted nothing to do with me, after being bored 
shitless the night before. I popped off the lid and gave it to him, 
pushing the button to wake the computer back up.

He took a deep swig of the shit, followed by another, as he must 
have been thirsty from his first exposure to porn, and glanced 
around the shit studio. The best looking things in the apartment 
were the LCD screen on the computer, and the Ikea shower curtain 
that hid the toilet from view, sad to say. If I put the rest of it 
outside, probably the Mexicans might offer to take it all if I paid 
them a hundred bucks.

He turned back to the screen, as the computer finished waking up, 
and there he stood, hand around his bandaged cock, the palm of his 
hand up to his face, tongue out licking the spooge off of his palm. 
Shit, I had left the video of him on the screen. "Can I watch 
this?" he asked, shocking the shit out of me, as I expected him to 
be pissed that I taped him. I dumbly restarted it, and you could 
clearly see at the start that I was pushing the camera up against 
the cardboard slot in the box as I started taping him jerking off.

The tape wasn’t long, it only took him a couple minutes to get off, 
and to lick the results off. "Wow," he said, "that’s really cool! 
You got any of you doing it?" he asked.

"No," I replied with honesty before my brain could catch up, still 
in shock from him watching the peeping tom tape of him cumming. 
Somewhere, though, a part of it woke up and added, "you could take 
one of me with my phone."

"Cool!" he enthused, picking up my phone and tapping at the screen, 
not knowing how to operate the smartphone. I showed him how to wake 
up the screen and switched it to video camera. He giggled and swung 
the phone around, taping the computer, the window, the shit studio, 
then finally pointing towards my lumpy bed. "You want me to sit 
here while you do it?" he asked.

I didn’t even take off my shoes or shirt, as I pulled down the 
zipper on my jeans and then unbuttoned them and pulled down my 
boxers in the same movement. My cock had reawakened while he was 
watching the video, and was almost trobbing as I sat down on the 
bed and started jerking off. All in all, it took less than a minute 
from me dropping my pants to me shooting my cum onto my shirt, then 
being told by the boy to lick my fingers, which I did, tasting what 
seed had spilled onto them from my quick jerk off. "Put it on the 
computer," he told me, sliding the phone shut and holding it out.

I pulled back up my pants and underwear, then got up and slid the 
card out of the slot on the phone, and put it into an adapter to 
put onto the computer. I launched the video and we both watched as 
I jerked off again for us both this time, my cock still haven’t 
gone soft from the quick cum. He played the video again and that 
slight part of me who could actually think suggested, "you wanna 
rub one out on my bed too?"

Unlike me, he stripped naked before laying down on the stained 
sheets and grabbing ahold of his cock. A bit unsure of himself, he 
started mimicking what I had done, then told me to play the video 
again, adding for me to turn the monitor so he could see. Two runs 
through the video, and then he shut his eyes and pounded his cock 
with his fist, and a few drops of cum squirted out, one going past 
his head, the rest dropping onto his smooth chest, and a final drop 
leaking onto his fingers, which he licked off.

"Wow," was all I could say about seeing such a demonstration, and 
the boy had a goofy grin on his face. I half expected him to cum 
and then toss back on his clothes and go, but he just laid there, 
holding his wilting cock after cleaning off his spooge with his 
fingers and tongue. "Pass me my drink," he told me, "and maybe find 
something else to watch?"

I started to type something on the computer after giving him his 
wine cooler, and the history came up with one of my favorite 
videos, a montage of guys blowing in the mouths of women. Not the 
stupid paint the faces with cum, but where women actually make the 
guys cum, and suck those cocks dry (after of course showing the 
camera that there is indeed cum in their mouthes..)

I stood up and shifted my hardon, drawing the boy’s attention from 
the screen for a moment, before he sucked on the bottle again, and 
looked back to the screen, his cock already hard again in his hand. 
I pulled off my stained shirt, tossing it towards the hamper before 
kicking off my shoes and again dropping my pants. Pulling down my 
boxers again had those eyes focused on me, as a guy moaned 
unloading another stream of cum into yet another mouth on the 
screen.

Naked, I got onto the bed, the youth shifting slightly to give me 
room, eyes moving from the screen to my dick and back again. 
Another swig from the bottle, finishing it this time, and he 
dropped it to the floor, and reached his hand out and I hissed 
slightly as they wrapped around me, both from the contact, and the 
coolness from the sweaty bottle he finished. "Would you squirt in 
my mouth if I did that?" he asked suddenly, staring at my dick.

"Yeah," I replied, my breath coming quickly as my heart pounded in 
my chest. "Might take a bit after I came so hard just a couple 
minutes ago."  Gawd, his tongue was so hot and soft after he bent 
over and brought his face to my crotch, and after glancing at the 
screen again, he tried feeding it into his mouth. "Watch the 
teeth," I said quietly, half moaned, as the sharpness of his teeth 
contrasted with the softness of his tongue.

With some trial and error, he finally figured out how to handle the 
much too big cock and I moaned out a request for him to suck on me. 
For the first time since I was twelve years old, I came a second 
time in less than 15 minutes, as his hand and mouth finally found 
the right rhythm, his mouth open slightly to let some of the jism 
out, as he ate my offering. Cum dripped down from the corners of 
his mouth and across his jaw as he sat back on the bed. He admired 
his work as his tongue and hand absently wiped up the goo, fingers 
pushing it into his mouth, while the cocklet at his groin bounced 
with the beat of his heart, three inches straining towards my face.

He started to say something as I rolled over and took his dick into 
my mouth, and those words became unintelligible as I enveloped him 
with my tongue, swirling it around the tip of his dick. A small 
taste of precum told me more than the gasping of air that he was 
absolutely enjoying himself. I let him out of my mouth, a little 
whimper that changed quickly to a bit of a coo as I sucked and 
tongued that spot right below the piss slit, shining it more with 
my spit.

His groin pushed forward, wanting again to be inside my mouth, so 
close to cumming, desperate for release. Again, I swallowed him 
into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around his cockhead 
before drawing down to the couple whisps of hair at the base of his 
cock and sucking hard as my entire tongue forced the cock against 
the roof of my mouth, sucking back to the tip. The second trip of 
this, his hips shot forward again, and both of his small hands came 
down and tried to force my head into his groin, as the hips jerked 
spasmaticaly, each time depositing a couple drops of cum onto my 
tongue. It wasn’t long before he pushed my head away as I kept 
sucking past his orgasm, the overly sensitive weiner not ready for 
such abuse, yet...

"I gotta go home," he said suddenly, pulling up his shorts and 
grabbing for his shirt. The quick change of attitude robbed me of 
any words, and he was dressed and to the door, stumbling slightly 
from the first exposure to wine. He turned at the door, holding 
onto the knob to steady himself, as he asked me, "you gonna be home 
tomorrow?"

I nodded my head, my cock dripping a little aftercum onto my hairy 
belly as it retracted back. "Good," he said, "Mom’s going to a 
friend’s house at noon, we can maybe watch some more videos and do 
stuff then." And with that, he was out the door, taking a couple 
tries to get it shut, then tripping on one of the bricks outside.

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