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Archive name: alex1.txt (mm, coming of age story)
Authors name: Mitchell Knight (Anonymous)
Story title : Alex Grows Up
PART 1 of 7

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A cold November wind blew up from the north, 
catching me against the right side as I left my 
house. I stuck my hands in the pockets of my warm 
heavy coat and began walking through the thin 
carpet of white snow. It was the first snowfall of 
the year, and, living in the Midwest, I knew it 
would be the first of many.

I bowed my head against the unusually strong gusts 
of wind as I walked across the street and down the 
sidewalk a few houses to the Wallace's home. The 
Wallace's were friends of my parents, and I had 
been baby-sitting for their son, Nick, for a couple 
of years now.

I enjoyed baby-sitting for Nick. The kid was really 
good, and it earned me some spending money. At 15, 
I wasn't old enough to drive or get a regular job, 
so baby-sitting was an acceptable option to a guy 
my age.

Mr. Wallace answered the door when I rang the bell.

"Hi, there young man, come on in," he greeted me 
warmly.

"Hi," I answered as I stepped into the warm house.

"Let me hang up your coat for you," Mr. Wallace 
offered, shutting the door.

I shrugged out of the coat. "Pretty cold out 
there," Mr. Wallace commented.

"Yeah," I said.	"Hi, Alex," Nick said as he 
preceded his mother into the entryway.

"Hey, Nick," I returned, smiling at the boy.

Nick was a cute little boy of eleven years with 
short black hair and sparkling brown eyes. He was 
an only child who was spoiled by his parents, but 
luckily this treatment hadn't gone to his head and 
turned him into a brat.	"Alex, We're going to 
probably be out until 1 or 2. I've left the numbers 
on the counter if you need to get hold of us," Mrs. 
Wallace informed me.

"Okay," I acknowledged.

Mr. Wallace helped his wife into her coat and then 
put on his own.

They kissed their son good-bye and then the couple 
left.

Nick and I went to into the front room and watched 
TV. After a couple hours of this it was his 
bedtime. He went obediently upstairs and got ready 
for bed. A few minutes later I went and checked on 
him and found him snuggled under the covers.

"Goodnight, Nick," I said and turned off the light.

"Goodnight," he said.

I went back downstairs and found a bag of chips in 
the kitchen.

I went back to the front room munching on these and 
feeling pretty horny. Lately it seemed like I 
needed to masturbate at least once a day in order 
to get rid of the incredible sexual tension I felt.

I wondered whether Mr. Wallace might have some 
porno videos I could watch. I hadn't masturbated 
yet that day, and I looked forward to doing it in 
the Wallace's house; it kind of gave it an added 
thrill doing it in the house of my parents' best 
friends.

There were cupboards on either side of the big 
screen TV, and I started going through these. I 
found some videotapes but all of them were labeled 
with the titles to tame children's movies.

When I reached the top shelf on the left side, I 
found a shoebox tucked away in the corner. I 
brought this out and opened it. There was on 
videotape in it. It was marked "Tami's Birthday 
Surprise. Love, Steve." Tami was Mrs. Wallace and 
Steve was her husband's first name.

Disappointed but curious, I took out the tape and 
stuck it in the VCR. I couldn't understand why this 
tape wasn't with the others. First I would solve 
that little mystery and then maybe I would go 
upstairs and look around in their bedroom.

I pushed play and then grabbed the remote. I sat 
down on the couch and watched as the video 
unfolded.

Steve sat on the bed in the master bedroom smiling 
into the camcorder as it recorded his image and 
voice.

"Hi honey, happy 35th birthday. I've made a little 
video for you. I hope you enjoy it."

Steve smiled into the camera and then got up and 
left the camera's field of vision. The lights in 
the room dimmed a little, and then I could hear 
some mellow saxophone music begin to play.	Mr. 
Wallace returned to stand in front of the camera. 
He slowly began to grind his hips in time with the 
music. I felt a distinct stirring in my groin as I 
realized what was about to happen. The butterflies 
in my stomach woke up to flutter slightly and I 
became really excited.

My eyes were locked to the TV screen as I watched 
Steve peel of his shirt and toss it off camera. For 
the first time I noticed how good-looking he was. 
He had the same black hair as his son and those 
seductive brown eyes also. He was in his mid-
thirties so he was still young looking, and he had 
a slim athletic body. His chest was well defined 
without being bulky, and it was smooth and tanned.

Up to this point my fantasies when I masturbated 
had been vaguely about a couple of cute guys I'd 
seen in the shower. A few times I'd thought about 
touching their cocks or jacking them off. Recently 
I'd fantasized about sucking on their cocks, but 
this video made it all more real. I was getting 
really hot and worked up.

As Steve slid down his pants, I quickly stood up 
and frantically tore off my clothes. I wanted to be 
naked now! I wanted my body completely bare with my 
raging, pulsing dick exposed. It was just Steve and 
I in the room and he was doing a sexy striptease 
for me.

As his pants slid down, his firm white ass was 
exposed. He was wearing a red G-string that allowed 
me to see his butt. Tiny black hairs peeked out 
around the strip of fabric running in the crack of 
his ass.

I lay down naked on the couch while he stepped out 
of his pants. Then he turned slowly to show off the 
prominent bulge in his underwear. I couldn't stand 
it any longer. My hand slid slowly down my smooth 
hairless chest to my abdomen then to lightly brush 
the thick bush of curly brown pubic hair at the 
base of my penis.

 Then, in one swift motion, I lightly grabbed my 
throbbing erection. A soft sigh escaped my lips as 
my hand came in contact with my highly sensitive 
member.

I watched as Steve hooked his fingers in either 
side of the G-string. My hand went up and down 
slowly on my erection, sliding the loose skin and 
bringing pleasure to my mind and body.

He slowly dragged them down, first revealing his 
black pubic hair, and then the base of his penis, 
and then all of his big cock. It wasn't erect which 
disappointed me. I had hoped I would get to see him 
erect, but I was glad to see this anyway.

His pubic hair seemed sparser than mine. It looked 
as if he'd trimmed it because there was only a 
small, short patch at the base of his penis. I had 
more hair. His balls were bigger than mind though, 
and they hung loose in the hairless sac.

Once he kicked off the underwear, he smiled 
seductively at the camera. I felt like he was 
smiling right at me. Then he approached the camera.

He disappeared then, and I watched as the focus was 
adjusted to center on the middle of the bed. He 
came back into the camera's view as he crawled onto 
the bed. He held a bottle of a clear liquid in his 
hand.

Sitting down on the bed, he opened the bottle and 
poured some on his hand. He began rubbing this onto 
his chest. I realized the show wasn't over yet, and 
I began to pick up the rhythm of my stroking.

He spread what must have been baby oil all over his 
chest until it glistened. Then the next handful 
ended up on his cock. Putting away the oil, Steve 
began to stroke his flaccid member with two slick 
hands.

I picked up the pace on my stroking as I became 
more excited by the solo action on the screen. Soon 
it was standing proud and shiny between his legs. 
It looked huge. It was at least a couple inches 
longer than my six inches, and it was also thicker.

As Steve continued his two handed stroking, I 
realized he intended to come for the camera. This 
thought would have driven me over the edge if I 
hadn't jerked my hand away from my erection at that 
point. I couldn't come here and make a mess of the 
room. I would go in the bathroom or somewhere where 
it would be easier to clean up, but right now I had 
to finish this video.

My whole body was trembling slightly in excitement 
and frustration. My penis begged me to finish it 
off, but through a tremendous act of willpower, I 
kept my hand away.

On the TV, Steve's pace was picking up. His head 
began to snap forward and back as his whole body 
got into his whacking off. His slippery hand moved 
quickly up and down his thick, hard cock.

Soon all his body movements froze except for his 
hand. His legs and chest tensed and his head 
snapped back. He let out a loud, audible groan as a 
thick jet of white semen exploded from his purple 
cock head. This first thick glob landed on his tan, 
glistening chest. Then spurt after spurt erupted 
from his dick. They rained down on his chest and 
stomach and on the bed.

He lay there breathing heavily for a few seconds as 
his erection slowly wilted. Then he looked directly 
into the camera and smiled. He ran a finger through 
one of the white globs on his chest and brought 
this to his mouth. He licked the cum from his 
finger.

"I bet you wish you were eating this," he said, 
smiling. "Tonight, honey."

Then the tape ended. I pressed stop on the remote.

"You have a big dick," a familiar voice said from 
the shadows at the doorway.

"Nick!" I exclaimed, scrambling up from the couch 
while trying to hide my erection with my hands.

'Oh, shit!' I thought. 'What did he see? And what's 
he going to tell his parents about seeing me like 
this?'

Continued in part 2

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