Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2007 23:59:58 -0800 (PST) From: Jack deGropier Subject: Boy-obsessed 1 I cannot tell you why my dick stands up like a wooden soldier every time I see you. And that impish grin of yours always makes me want to grab you and hold you tight against my aching erection. I cannot tell you why my feverish dreams are always about you, about how you take my cock in your grabby little fingers and giggle as you play with it, stroking and pulling it till you make me cum. How many times do I wake up to find myself lying in a pool of wet? And it's all because of you. They call it an obsession. That is it. I am obsessed. You are part of my dreams and you are part of my every waking moment. What kind of man am I that I have no interest whatsoever in the office girls who flirt with me, make eyes at me, let me know that they find me "dishy">? Why does the memory of the one time I went with a woman make me nauseous? What is it that makes YOU the sole object of my love and my lust? I have never seen you naked, apart from that once, but every detail of your body is etched into my memory. And every time the image of you comes into my head, my cock hardens and I rush to some secret corner to bring myself relief. And every time I feel a stirring in my groin, that same image immediately spurs me on to another painful erection. In my mind's eye, I can see you now, the way I saw you that one time when you were standing naked by the pool, your swimming trunks floating in the water. Your skin is pale, I like that, I like your paleness, the smooth hairless contours of your slim young back, I grow dizzy now as I remember the delicious curve of your buttocks, plump but firm, and I remember how at the time I had to jack off where I stood as I contemplated you. And I remember a terrible sense of frustration that you had your back to me, that I couldn't see your sex. I masturbated in a frenzy, not caring if you should turn round and look up to my bedroom window and see me doing it, doing it for you. I was WILLING you to turn round. I cannot remember a more intense moment in my whole life. And then you turned round! I thanked God, or maybe I should have thanked the Devil, for letting me see you at last in all your totality. And then.... And then... The moment that I shall never forget as long as I live..... The moment when you turned round and I saw that, like me, you had an erection, a typical boy's stiffy, slim and short but sticking straight up as if it was pointing at ....... ME! I licked my lips. I had never wanted anything so much in my life as to slide your wonderful stiffy into my mouth, to play my tongue over it, to push my tongue tip under your foreskin, to make you feel good, to let you know that YOU were the boy lover that my whole body was yearning for. And then you looked up and saw me. And you grinned your impish grin. And I, stupid man, fumbled to hide my cock away from your gaze. Why? Why didn't I want you to see my cock, hard and throbbing for you? Why didn't I want to let you know in the most unmistakeable way that I found you sexually attractive? But I did turn away to hide my lust, and when I turned back to see you again, you had gone. But the memory of your naked body has burned itself into my brain. Whenever I see you, passing you in the street maybe or with your mother at the mall, you give me that grin of yours that melts my heart, and I see you again, pale and naked, your penis stiff for ME. And I know that you know. I know now that you saw me masturbating for you that day. And I know something else about you:� you loved that moment as much as I did. I wonder now: do you lie in bed at night playing with your stiff while images of my cock float before you? Do you jack off in the school toilets or behind the pavilion dreaming that you are holding my cock in your little hands, or tonguing it with your greedy littlle tongue? I know I am� a stupid man, but I like to believe that you do. More than that, whatever the risks - and for a teacher like me, the risks are huge - I desperately want our dream to become reality. You live next door to me, it would be SO easy if only I can find the courage to make the first move. Don't think I haven't already cooked up a thousand schemes and stratagems to get you into my house and into my clutches! Remembering Nabokov's Lolita, I know I will have to get to you by starting with your mother. Oh well, so be it. One day, and it is going to be very soon, I am going to HAVE you, my stiffy boy, and I know it will be wonderful for both of us. Yes, very soon, it's as sure as the fact that I sit here at this very moment watching the cum spilling from my blood-engorged cock. [To be continued. Comments to jackdegropier@yahoo.com]