1. Red Snake Tattoo


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Jon39, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    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 ...
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