from the past

Seduction is a powerful game that should never be attempted by the many idiots who try. Seduction requires great skill, intelligence, and, often, patience. Seduction is a skill that should never be attempted until it can be done well. Boys and amateurs flirt. Real men seduce.

I wait outside the cafe at my favorite table, near the door. I can hear a skateboard down the block. Looking over I see Erik masterfully manuevering the board towards the cafe. He stops on a dime and looks over at me. He smiles and blushes. His white cheeks turn a lipstick red.

"Hello Erik." I extend my hand. My voice is casual but my glare is intense.

"Whats up X?" He shakes my hand and sits down. The skateboard is at his feet and he sits with his hands clasped between his knees, almost like a little boy. He is prob 5'8", 150, a shock of blonde hair (natural), and the beginnings of a good tan. What I notice about him most, though, is the absolute perfection of his ass. It is as if two perfectly formed globes have been stuffed in his dirty Levis and strain against the fabric. It is the most perfectly shaped ass I have ever seen. I see it as he sits down. I hope he notices.

We talk casually over the next few minutes. He just turned 17, has a part-time job with his father (dad=architect), and is about to enter his senior year. He plays soccer and likes riding his bike and skateboard. Douchebag (older bro) left home shortly after I dropped him. He's bumming around Miami but doesn't stay in touch much.

"Hey I'm gonna grab a coffee. You want sumthin'?" he asks politely.

I shake my head. As he gets up I stare at his boyass and feel the stirrings in my pants. I rarely feel this hungry for something. But, like all situations, I keep my cool. He can't detect anything past my Ray-Bans. My phone vibrates. A couple of texts: 1 from A and 1 from Justin. Both are hungry for cock. I flip through the clumsy attempts at "talking" dirty but do not reply. The more I ignore them the more they'll want it.

Erik sits down, the styrofoam coffee cup almost spilling over on to his Vans. Yeah, I notice he's wearing them. Score one for the boy. He takes a sip and smiles nervously. He looks at me but doesn't stare. I like to stare. Establishes domninance.

"So, what made you contact me?" I say casually.

"Oh," he says, putting the coffee down. "I thought I told you. **Douchebag** (hereafter "D") gave me his old laptop. I was flipping through it. Found your contact info." Pause. "And some pix."

"Oh, really? What kind of pics?"

He blushes again. "Pics of you. And D."

"I don't remember ever sending him pictures of me."

"You prob didn't," he says, shaking his head. "D liked taking them. You looked like you were half asleep. He probably snapped them."

"Was I naked?"

Yeah, he says quietly. He looks at his coffee but does nothing.

"Cool."

"I caught D taking some pix of me once. I was asleep. I kinda woke up and saw him standing near me with his cam. I didn't say anything. I think I was just wearing some boxers."

I just nod. I take it slowly and deliberately. I doubt this kid is a plant. But, just to be sure, I want him to come to me, not the other way around. "Did it excite you?"

"Kind of. D's just my step-bro but I kinda liked it. I wish we got to hang out together."

"I wouldn't lose sleep over him, Erik. Your older bro is a douchebag."

He laughs loudly. It's a mixture of a boy's embarassment and a man's acknowledgement. "You're not the only one to say that. D could be a dick. But he was nice to me." Pause. "Sometimes."

"So, why me?"

"Huh?"

"Why contact me after 4 years?"

"Uh, like I said--"

"Yeah I know what you said but did you contact every guy who was on D's computer?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I dunno."

I laugh quietly. The boy is obviously so green to this whole seduction. "So you're telling me that after 4 years you suddenly decide to just contact me out of the blue?"

He nods. "Yeah. Is that wrong?"

I take a strong gulp of my own coffee and then lean closer to him. "Bullshit," is all I say. His eyes get big but he says nothing. We sit silently for the next few minutes. His hands stay between his knees, like a chastened boy. I sip my coffee and watch the traffic roll by.

"Can I tell you something?" He looks at me seriously.

I nod. "I always liked you, X. I liked it when you came around. I got bummed when you stopped coming over."

"And?"

"I asked D what happened and he didn't say anything. He was dating this drug dealer over in Riverside. He wasn't home much. I was going to call you to hang out but not sure if you wanted to."

"Not sure if I wanted to hang out with a 13 year old."

"I think I would have liked it."

"Why?"

He's quiet. I know he has the words but just not the courage. "I like being around older guys, ok?"

"Plenty of them out there, sport."

"Yeah but I don't know any of them. Plus a lotta them are pervs. You were always nice to me."

"Not sure if I have the time to hang out, Erik. Boys are a lot of work. Plus, to be honest, boys your age are unpredictable and flaky."

"Yeah. But we wouldn't have to do much. We could do shit like this, coffee. Or go to the beach. Hang out, chat, whatever."

I look at my watch. I have to be somewhere later. "You think you're going to be able to be more mature than your age will allow? Is that what you're telling me?"

He nods. I smile and take the last of my coffee. "Looks like you take care of yourself. Been working out?"

He smiles and blushes again. "Yeah I try. I have some weights at home. Be cool to have someone to work out with." The hint is none too subtle. I stand up and motion for him to follow me. I take my coffee cup to the trash and walk towards the bathroom in the back corner. We both stand in line, waiting for the lone occupant to exit. When he leaves, he hands the key to me. I open the door and pull Erik inside with me. Fortunately, there are very few patrons and the bathroom is obscured by a corner wall. Inside, I lock the door. I push him against the wall and plant my mouth over his. His breath is sweet like a breath mint, despite the few sips of coffee he took. His tongue springs to life and he is immediately responsive. He puts his hands around my neck. I push my tongue deeper into his mouth. I put my left hand around his neck and my right on his chest. I pull back and look at him briefly. He looks at me and for the first time today does not blush. His eyes are focused and he licks his lips seductively. It almost works.

I grab his t-shirt and in an instant it is on the floor. The door handle jiggles but the lock is secure. I look at him. He reaches for me. "No. Take your pants off." He unbuckles his belt and slips his shoes off. The pants fall into a pile on the floor. He's just wearing his tight white briefs now. I grab his shoulders and spin him around, face to the wall. He puts his hands flush against the cool tile. On my knees I grab bits of the fabric and in one stroke tear his underwear apart. I hear him gasp but he stays still. I grab his perfect cheeks (fuck!!) and in a daring move I force his legs as wide as I can and then stick my tongue between his boycheeks. My tongue darts deep into his pink boypussy. His hole is perfectly pink, shaved, and clean. He knows more than he lets on. I let my tongue probe his pussy, slicking the opening until I can feel my spit drip down his smooth inner thighs. The doorknob jiggles again. I don't have much time. I continue eating him, hearing him gasp. He has a respectable 6" cock that stands rigidly in front of him. I can see the pre-cum dripping generously from the tip. I can tell he is close.

But that's not my goal.

I reach into my pocket and remove the long thin strand of string I brought with me. I pull my tongue out of his pucker. I grab his small balls and wrap them tightly with the string. He gasps some more. When his balls are tightly tied, I stand up and whisper in his ear: "If you want to be with me you gotta earn it."

He nods and breathes heavily. "I want you to fuck me, X. Please?" The pleading gets me rock hard.

Soon, I say gently, stroking the crack of his ass. It is slick with my spit. I spin him around again and kiss him harshly. I grab my pants, showing him the outline of my manmeat. He stares and strokes his own. I snap my fingers and point to his clothes: "Get dressed." He looks at me for a moment. The door jiggles again. He grabs his pants and pulls them over his shredded underwear. His shirt and shoes are on in a jif. I turn the faucet on and flush the toilet. We walk out, past the woman with the furrowed brow. Outside, he looks at me. He is hungry. And lonely.

"If you're serious about hanging out with me, you'll know what to do next. Leave that string on around your balls. I want you to feel how tight it gets." He nods again. "Call me tonight. We'll talk then, ok?"

"Ok, X. I'm glad you came today!" He doesn't move.

I smile sinisterly. "Boys get 1 chance with me, Erik. Don't blow it. Got it?"

"Uh, ok."

I turn around and walk away. I finally hear the skateboard take off in the other direction. I bet his boycunt is dripping down his legs as he moves. His balls are probably tight and red. I look down at the phone. Another text from A.