Chapter 1

Let me start off my telling you a bit about me. I am 38, 5”9, and weigh 165 pounds. I am proud, and very lucky to say, that I look about 27. The fact that I look much younger than I am, gives me more chances to talk up young boys and girls. The first step is to talk to them...

Which brings me up to my strategy ... I find that kids are often ignored, and as a result, they are easy targets for people like me. I love having sex with kids, and to do this I generally follow a pattern. My pattern involves seeing someone I want, approaching them, talking to them, gaining trust, offering them something (depending on what they like), then soft core (touching, looking, talking), then it usually gets hardcore. My whole process takes no more than a week. The reason I have to move so quick is that things can change over night ... or someone can notice me “hanging” around, and that would not be good.

Enough of the background though ... I know you are reading this to get the good details, so let’s get to the sucking and fucking...

One of my most enjoyable conquests was a 12 year old boy named Jason. I was at our local baseball card store (a favorite place of mine to view young excited boys). I usually go here about 3 times a week (partly because I collect sports cards too). I was just “browsing” when I saw Jason and another boy wildly talking about baseball cards and players. I moved in closer to see what was exciting them so much.

I heard Jason (at this time I just knew him as the blonde one) talking to his friend about a new card that just came out yesterday. They were looking at a display and talking about what cards were in it, and how much it cost. I took a look and the packs were 8 bucks a pop ... a lot to a young kid, but I do okay for myself...

I asked the attendant if I could see the box. He handed me the box, and I started to read the box acting like I did not know much about the contents ... this had the attention of both boys. As I saw them eagerly looking, I decided to break the ice. I asked if they thought this was a good pack to buy and if it was worth the money. Almost immediately they both nodded and the black haired boy said “for sure” ... It is funny how kids will almost always talk to strangers in a store setting, they just feel so safe.

I smiled and said good enough for me. I looked back at the clerk and said I would take two boxes. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the boys get wide eyed and look at each other and say something. I think my purchase of two boxes (instead of a couple of packs) impressed them.

I paid for the two boxes (a little over 200 bucks) and turned to the boys. I said thanks for the advice on the cards guys ... and as a little thanks, let me buy you guys each a pack of cards. Their eyes got wide, then the bonde kid said something to the effect of no, that is okay. But I NEEDED to do this to gain their trust, so I insisted. I bought two packs, and before I handed them to the kids, I asked if they were done in the store ... and they were, so I said good ... I wanted to get outside because it was getting crowded in there, so I started to walk to the door with their packs ... and they tagged along.

We got outside and I immediately gave them the packs (remember to build trust). They immediately started opening them. The black haired kid got an insert of some kind, but my guy got nothing amazing. I then took this time to ask what player or team he liked. He said he kind of liked the Mets, but his favorite players were no longer playing. He said he liked Cal Ripken and Tony Gwynn because they were nice guys and not cheaters. WOW ... what a kid.

I agreed with him, and said I grew up watching them play, and they were great role models. I then saw a wonderful opening ... I told him I had lots of cards of them both back home, and he was more than welcome to have some of them since he liked them so much, plus because his pack was not really good. I could see the hesitation and sixth sense of his pick up (a strange man was basically offering me candy that was at his house!!!). I needed to regain the situation, so I said “unless you think I will bite” and then “that is if you want the cards”. Make humor, and then be sure he is getting something. He looked at his friend and asked if he wanted to come too, but his friend had to get going home. He looked back at me almost with pleading eyes ... so I decided to let him off the hook. I said “tell you what ... I will give you my cell number, and when you are able to come over, give me a call”. I saw the relief immediately, then I wrote my number down and gave it to him. He thanked me and was ready to leave when I stopped him and said I need your name, in case you call so I know who you are. He said oh yeah ... Jason (which I had frozen in my mind now). He then turned and started to leave, but stopped. He looked back and asked me my name ... which I told him was Brian. He smiled, said thanks Brian, and I WILL BE CALLING SOON ... I sure hope so I thought.

I waited for Jason to call ... and nothing happened. 4 days later, my cell rang, and I answered it, not expecting it to be him ... but it WAS ... YES!!!

He asked the normal questions, do I remember him, is the offer still there for the cards, etc. Then he asked if he could come over. HELL yeah I thought, but I needed to control the situation, so I tried to gain control back. I asked him where he was (mall), when did he want to come over (now), and was he alone (he had his friend with him). I said I would pick them up at the mall in 10 minutes, arranged a spot to meet, and left for the mall. As I pulled up to the designated spot, they both jumped in back (DRATS) and I pulled away. I made small talk during the drive (trying to avoid them knowing the way etc) and before long, I was pulling into my apartment building. We quickly scurried up to the second floor and into my place.

I asked if they wanted a pop, and they both said yes ... I went to get the pop, but I pointed them into my bedroom (conveniently where I kept the cards) and said I would be right back. I gave them a couple minutes to consider where they were, in a strange MANS bedroom, and came in with the pops. They were standing by the bed ... have to love the fact that they were NERVOUS about sitting on the bed ... hehehe.

I pulled out a couple boxes of old baseball cards from the closet, sat them on the bed ... and patted the bed to them to becken them up. They both came now (something in it for them). They spent some time looking over the cards, laughing, chatting, and just being kids (very excited). I had to HOOK them soon, so I said “find some cards you like, and take them”. They both looked up at me, grinned, then looked at each other and frantically searched. After about 30 minutes, they were done. Each boy had some cards they wanted, and were happy. Now if only I could get happy ... SIGH.

They called again, and the same pattern happened ... but nothing for me ... but I was being patient. Then, it happened, Jason called, and wanted to come over again. He sounded “off” so I picked him up at a park, and brought him over. Once we got in my place, I asked if he wanted to look at some cards again, and he said no ... OPENING ... YES.

I asked what was wrong, he mentioned that his dad and him were fighting, and since teenage boys always argue with their dads ... I took this as my chance. I asked if he wanted a pop ... and he said yes. Only this time, I put some rum in it ... had to loosen him up some how ... not much, just trying to get him buzzing. I fed him a couple drinks like this ... as he went on about how his father was mean, and this and that ... I listened and tried to play the good guy. Then I said I wanted a smoke, and asked if he wanted one ... he looked confused at first, then said sure ... why not. I told him I only smoked in my bedroom, so I asked him to go in there, and I would be right in with some smokes and another drink for him. He did not know that I had already “prepared” my room for him during his visit. I put out some soft porn mags, a couple gay mags, had a few porn tapes on top of the TV, etc. I was hoping his curiousity and the rum would get the best of him.

I took about 5 minutes getting the smokes and drink (this one was stronger), and snuck to the bedroom. I could see he was laying on the bed, and was thumbing through a magazine ... YIPPEE I thought as I entered the room. I looked at him, he looked at me, and I started to apologize for having them out ... he was not fazed at all. Then I said “well since you dont mind anyway, just keep on looking”. I handed him his drink, lit a smoke and gave it to him, and I grabbed another mag and layed on the bed with him.

I had purposly grabbed a gay mag, and I was thumbing through it and could see him looking at my mag as well as his “straight” one. He was obviouisly hard, as I could see his boy cock visibly through his pants. I asked him your normal questions at a time like this “have you ever had sex before”, “doesnt that look like fun”, “I wish I was him” etc. I figured now was as good a time as ever to make a move, since I could see he was really starting to get buzzed from the alcohol.

I started rubbing myself through my pants, and made sure Jason saw what I was doing. I said something to the effect that I was very horny right now ... and he blew me away when he said he was too ... ALRIGHT. I laughed a bit, then smiled at him ... this little boy was falling right into my clutches ... and he had NO IDEA. I said “if you are horny like me, I dont mind if you beat off”. He looked at me SHOCKED ... and I said “it is okay, I do it too. There is nothing wrong with it”. He looked down at my crotch, and watched me rub it. He then started to rub his too ... and before too long, he asked “you sure it is okay if I jerk off?”. I said hell yeah, go right ahead. He smiled, grabbed the mag, and started to get up and leave ... NOOOOO.

I told him to come back and enjoy the comfy bed for that, there was no need to leave. He looked at me for a sec, then shrugged his shoulders and plopped back down on the bed. He undid his pants, and his little boner SPRANG to action, I almost came right there. It was hairless and probably about 4 inches long. He was circumsized, and his little nut sag was a small tight little package. He began to rub and jerk it slowly (trying not to cum too soon I am sure).

I watched him openly now, and he did not mind at all. I asked if he would mind if I did the same thing ... and he said go to it man. I undid my pants and slowly pulled them down, leaving my boxers there. He was watching me do this. I then teasingly pulled down the boxers and revealed my 7.5 inches of ROCK hard cock ... I could see a twinkle in his eye as he saw a man’s cock (hopefully for the first time). I started to then rub and stroke my own cock as this 12 year old kid did his. This was nice, but I wanted (and NEEDED) much more ... and I was determined to get it.

I told Jason that I have learned a lot in my years and could help him get better at jerking off. He smiled a wry little smile (as if to ask how the hell does this get any better), and I asked if he wanted me to show him? He shrugged again, and said sure. I bet he was expecting me to show him on my cock, but nope, I had something else in mind. I took my hand, moved his hand from his cock, and grabbed it just below the head ... He jumped a bit at first, but looked me in the eye, saw my smile, and returned the smile back to me.

I started rubbing it a bit, just wanting to keep him interested in this for now. After about 2 minutes of this, I was ready to go to the next level, I lowered my head a bit and was closely watching his cock as I rubbed it. I then said that “lube makes this much more fun, and the best lube of all is spit” so I spit a little on my hand and rubbed it on his cock. I have him a few strokes like this, and I heard him softly moan a bit ... I knew he was MINE now, a 12 year old with a hard on is hard to stop once they get going.

I said “time to give it more lube, but this time I will do it right” and lowered my head to his cock as I removed my hand. Jason’s shiny little cock was inches from my mouth ... I stuck out my tongue and licked it. He jumped at first, moaned a bit, took a sip of his “pop” and relaxed again. I licked it a bit more as I was stroking my cock, then I went in for the kill and swallowed his little cock in one gulp ... FINALLY. I knew if he did not RUN now, he would NEVER run.

I heard a little moan, a quick jerk ... but he was not trying to get out of my mouth. I gave him a few sucks, and I know from experience that they need to hear that this is okay, and shit like that. I hated doing it, but I took his cock out of my mouth and asked “do you like that”? Jason moaned “yeah” so I said something like “good, because I sure do like it, and I thought you would like it too” and went back down on him.