Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2008 16:05:14 GMT From: "user459@netzero.net" Subject: Adult/Youth: Rest Stop 2 Things went on, as usual, after we got home from our trip. As usual as they could, except I couldn't get the memory of what happened with Jamie at the rest stop out of my head. It seems my nether regions had a hard time forgetting it, too. I don't know if I'd pop a boner first and then think about it, or think about it and then pop a woody. It really didn't matter which came first, I just couldn't get the picture of him standing there in a public bathroom, holding his dick, out of my head. My wife and daughter kept themselves busy with their normal routines, and I went on with the stuff I had to do, but I still had this Jamie hangover. It really wasn't right for a man my age to be thinking about an almost 12 year old boy, was it? Yet, I did. I thought about his hard and smooth dick sliding in and out of my lips and over my tongue. I thought about feeling that ridge around his head as I swirled my tongue around it. I could taste that slight salty tang when I thought about him. I would bone up and have to find a place to jack off. I don't remember producing as much cum as I have been lately, just thinking about him. Sure, I've been jerking off since before I was twelve myself. Maybe that's why I find this so exciting. I remember being introduced to the world of sexuality at about the same age as Jamie. I really had put it out of my mind until now, but I remember my older brother's friend, Joel, jerking my little hard cock until I got "the feeling", but nothing came out. I knew it was bad, but it felt so good. I can remember his "huge" cock, too, and how I would have to jerk him off until he squirted. Seemed like he shot out like a fire hose! We progressed to sucking each other off, but he would never let me get "the feeling" when I was in his mouth and would not come in mine. Even when I started to put out a little jizz, he would make me pull out and he'd finish me off with his hand. I guess that's how he rationalized what we were doing as not being "queer". Now that I have had this experience with a kid that same age I was then, I felt a strong connection with him and a strong connection with past memories I had all but forgotten. All I had now was a piece of paper with an email address and a phone number on it. I had been carrying it with me for days. I would reach in my pocket to make sure it was still there, and then rub it between my fingers, like feeling his soft skin. I struggled with this obsession I seemed to have developed. Should I just chalk it up to a fantastic experience and get on with my life? Should I email him or just drop it? I knew it would not be wise to use his phone number. What would his mother think of a grown man calling him? I decided to just put it on hold for a while and see if I would return to my right mind. It pretty much worked. I settled into my old routine of work and family and hobbies and such. I showed up for soccer practice where I am an assistant coach. I kept up with my photography and with my other obsession, Ebay. I would have an occasional twinge in my crotch, but that was normal for me, anyway. Nothing I couldn't solve by taking the matter in my own hands. God, how I love Lubriderm! I had a few things for sale on Ebay and a few things I had advertised on a specialty bulletin board, so I checked in to the computer quite often. I tried to keep up with copious emails on my regular account. I also have an email account that I keep relatively secret and only use it when I want to remain anonymous. I don't check that one as often, but I remembered that it was the address I had given to Jamie. About a month had passed, so I checked to see if I had any email. I opened the account and put in my password and waited for my inbox to come up. It seemed slower than usual, or at least my anticipation made it seem that way. I saw a couple of notices from the email provider and some spam offering me the chance to enlarge my penis and to help some Nigerian royalty dispose of a huge sum of money, so I reported them as spam. Then I saw one entitled, "Remember me?" I got a rush of adrenaline and a tight feeling in my chest. I waited a second before I clicked on it. "Hi, I been thinking of whether to email you or what. I signed up with this email so I won't get in trouble on my mom's email. I sill think about what we did and I made it home that day without any problems. I fell asleep in the car and it finally went down. I haven't done anything with anybody else, but I have done it myself. You know, jerked off. But I have thought about it a lot. How are you? Jamie" I responded. "Hi Jamie. I've thought about you, too, but have been keeping myself busy with coaching soccer and other things. I'm glad to hear from you. How are you doing? Mike" I thought a rather bland email was proper in this instance and the contact made me feel a little better. Start off slowly and see what happens. I stared at the screen for a while and then realized he may not respond until later. It was time for soccer practice anyway. I got my stuff and headed to the field. I pulled all of the equipment out of the back of the car and had it set up when the boys started arriving. I had never thought of these boys as anything but little guys playing sports, but now I found myself looking at them a little longer and looking at places I probably shouldn't. These were ten year olds, some getting close to eleven, and were growing boys. Some were growing out of their uniforms so fast! I could tell by the snugness of their shorts. I began to notice the rounded buns in back and little packages in front. When they we sitting on the bench, I could see up the legs of some of their shorts. One boy was helped off the field by his teammates and they brought him to me at the end of the bench. It looked like he had pulled a muscle in his thigh, so I had him sit and extend that sore leg on the bench. I began at his ankle and felt my way up his leg until I got to the top of his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. He seemed to be most tender there, so I pushed up his shorts and wrapped my fingers around to the back of his thigh and massaged the muscle there while my knuckles and the back of my hand rubbed against his scrotum. He closed his eyes and groaned a little, so I stopped and pulled my hands away. He grabbed my hands and pulled them back to his crotch, so I continued. I could see some movement in the front of his shorts, but I pretended all my attention was focused on his thigh muscle. He was obviously hard. He was one of the boys that was more mature than the others and was almost eleven. I stopped when I thought it was appropriate and told him to get his stuff together. By the time practice was over, I had to adjust myself to hide my swollen member. I was going to have to take care of this when I got home. First thing I did when I got home was hit the bathroom and relieve myself of this stiff dick, the second was to check my bogus email account. A couple more spams, and then I saw a reply from Jamie. "Hi Mike, I have been playing soccer too. We are supposed to come to a soccer camp next week in Waterville. Is that near you? It's a stay over camp for Friday to Sunday. Are you going? Jamie." Then it hit me! Yeah, there was a soccer camp the coach had mentioned at practice, but I don't usually pay much attention to them. They are for the boys, not the coaches or assistant coaches. I went back out to the car and dug through the equipment bags until I found the green flyer about the soccer camp. Damn! He was right! The soccer camp was in the next town and coming up this next weekend. I told my wife I had to go to this camp and would be staying over for some coaching seminars. It was fine with her, so I went online and booked a room in a motel in Waterville, not far from where the soccer camp was to be held. Maybe I jumped the gun a bit, but I wanted to be ready. I responded to Jamie. "Hi Jamie, Yes, I am going to the camp. I just booked a motel room so I can stay in Waterville this weekend. Where are you guys staying? Can you get away in the evening after camp? I really would like to see you again. Mike" I couldn't believe it, but I saw I got a response almost immediately. "Mike, I want to see you, too. We get into Waterville at 6 on Friday and I'm going to tell my coach I'm staying with relatives there. Is that OK? I'm twelve now, remember. Can I stay with you? Jamie." "Jamie, that is fine with me, in fact, more than fine! I just hope you cover your tracks with your Mom. We can't get caught doing this. Are you sure you are OK with it? Just call me on my cell phone when you get free on Friday night and I'll pick you up. Mike." What the hell was I getting myself into? Lying and sneaking around to get together with a twelve year old boy! Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound... There's no way I'm backing out now. I didn't get a response right away, so I logged off and decided to check my email later. I went into my bathroom to pee and then stood at the sink with my growing cock in my hand. It went hard in a matter of seconds when I thought of what might happen this weekend. I took the Lubriderm out of the cabinet and pumped a few squirts into my hand. I slowly spread it over my cock as it dangled over the rim of the sink. A couple of strokes and I got into the rhythm. I was stroking and thrusting with visions of Jamie in my head. It didn't take long before I felt myself lifting up on my toes and moaning. I got "the feeling" and started to spasm and shoot my cum into the sink. About four spurts and a few dribbles later, I milked it down and cleaned myself off. This was going to be one hell of a weekend!