update

A texts me last night. Says he needs to back away for a while. He wants to give counseling a chance with his b/f. Says he really (his italics) loves being with me but owes his b/f a chance. I give it 2 weeks before he's calling me again.

Chris might move back to Wisconsin. The combination of family matters and a poor economy here in So Cal have taken their toll on him. He says he'll let me know in a few days what's going on. I might see him tonight.

Cory texts me this morning. He's been on vacation the past few weeks with his b/f. Says he's horned like hell and wants to take on a few guys at a time. I might call him later.

Erik leaves last night after I face fucked him for a few hours. He looks tired but still smiles brightly as I walk him to the door. With skateboard in hand he tells me he wants to see me again soon. Wants to spend the weekend with me. Don't know how I'll manage that. It will require a little more planning.

Haven't heard from Hollywood and, frankly, don't expect to. Famous people have very short-term memories. Despite the absolute hot-ness of the occasion I doubt he'll contact me.

Justin has mid-terms this week. I hear him arguing with his b/f last night. We've texted a few times but always missed each other. I'll text him in a few minutes. He's the kind of boy who will drop everything for a good deep dicking.

boyslut

Erik is on all fours, his mouth puffed out from the slow facefucking I am giving him. I push deeper into his throat until he chokes and spits up a good amount of stomach juice. The spit coats his mouth and chin, dripping languidly in thick streams on to the towel I have placed on my bed. He breathes desperately like a drowning boy. I let him gasp a few times and then push back in. I hover for a few seconds, making sure the head rests past his tongue and near the roof of his throat. I can feel the curve of his tongue. I hear him choking silently, coughing even as I hold his head in place. He bucks and I release him. More spit pours from his mouth. His eyes are a deep red. His face is covered in spit. It drains from his nose and joins the stream from his mouth. He stays on all fours. He never gives up. He is determined to take all I can give him.

I take him through his steps. I use him like this for another half hour. His mouth is always eagerly open. Despite the condition of his face his tongue is always out and ready to serve. He never gives up.

I lean back on to the bed, propped up by the pillows. He lies on his stomach. I can see the black butt plug sticking out of his ass. His face is still a sticky mess. He opens wide and devours my cock. For the next hour he does nothing but suck me. It takes skill to just devote attention to sucking. We often think of it as a road on the continuum of foreplay. It's merely a step before we get to the finale of fucking. It's an appetizer.

This kid makes it a meal. He wastes nothing showing me how much he loves being my bitch. No patch of skin is neglected, no utterance kept silent. He sucks me with a skill and restrained fervor that very few men are capable of, let alone 17 year old boys. Everything is done for my pleasure. He looks at me when I want. He moans just how I like. He wiggles his ass like the pup he wants to be. I stroke his thick blonde hair while he massages my cock with his tongue. He licks the shaft in long languid motions, his tongue hovering above the piss slit or below the ball sack. He rubs my inner thighs while he bathes my scrotum in a bath of warm spit.

He smiles when he sees me looking down at him. I take my cock and slap it against his face and tongue. He wiggles his ass again. He does this in a mind-blowing repetition until I am rock hard and can't hold back any longer. When he sees me push my head back he opens his mouth and takes me in his mouth just in time for a pulse of thick dick juice to shoot past his throat. It was one of the loudest most intense orgasms I have ever had.

He spends more time cleaning me up with his mouth. When he has milked all of the dick juice out of me he lies his head down on my right thigh. He strokes my leg and closes his eyes.

I love you, X, he says softly as the sun sets quickly around us.

umbilical

A texted me this morning. He wants to see me but he's "grounded." B/f went ballistic when I dropped him off last time, smelling of sweat and cum. He and A are going to couple's counseling. What a waste. A will be texting me within a day, looking for cock.

Erik texts me every couple of hours. I think the boy's in love. Tells me he wants to spend a weekend with me. Think I can arrange that.

Chris is out of commission for a few weeks. Has to go back to Wisconsin to take care of some family issues. I'll miss fucking his mouth.

Got a text from Cory this morning. Tells me he'll be running errands and wants to know if he can stop by. I think for a second and a plan forms. I text Justin. He's awake and horny. I tell both of them to come by asap. Justin, of course, simply jumps in the shower and walks next door. He is smiling. I kiss him deeply and strip him naked. I take him to the bedroom. I put him on all fours and blindfold him. I wrap another blue handkerchief around his right thigh. I pull the plastic container from underneath my bed. I choose a medium sized black buttplug. Slick, I insert it into his boyhole. He wiggles his ass for me. I spank it lightly, a loud thwack echoing in the room.

Wait here, boystud, I whisper into his ear when there is a knock at the door. I open it. Cory smiles. He walks in and his clothes are soon a pile on the floor next to Justin's. We kiss deeply. His cock springs to life and he gropes me through my clothes. I lead him into the bedroom. He sees Justin on the bed. He smiles at me. We kiss deeply again, moaning for pure effect. Justin's cock springs to life, too. Huge drops of thick pre-cum ooze from his dick on to my bedcover. I lead Cory over to the bed and position him so that he is on all fours and facing Justin. In a minute he, too, is blindfolded with another thick black buttplug inserted into his boyhole. They both giggle a bit. On their own though they begin kissing. They open their mouths and explore each other's mouths with their tongues. They get a rhythm going. Spit begins covering their lips and they fight for dominance over who will be kissing whom. While they do this I remove a large black double-headed dildo from the plastic box. It is thick and long. It is my favorite. I pour some lube on it and slowly stroke it. I cover it until the black skin is shiny in the daylight. The boys continue making out. My cock stands rigidly against my sweat shorts.

When I am ready I set the dildo down. I smack Cory on the ass. He jumps a little and giggles. I guide him around so that his mouth is near the edge of the bed and his boyhole is in Justin's face. "Start eating, Justin," I say. Cory backs up slightly and Justin plants his tongue directly into Cory's boypussy. I watch for a few minutes and then nudge Cory's mouth with the tip of my cock. He opens wide and completely swallows my manmeat. He moans loudly which gets Justin even more worked up. Justin grabs Cory's ass with his hands and burrows deeper with his tongue. Cory moans more and gets my cock dripping wet. Long strands of spit spill out of his mouth. I catch some of them and lube my cock with it as Cory bathes my balls in his mouth.

When both of them are leaking pre-cum like a faucet I pull away from Cory. I guide Justin around so that both of their butts are backed against each other. I chuckle as I get them to both bark like dogs for a few minutes. They try their best and end up giggling like school boys. I back them away a bit and slowly insert each end of the dildo into their boyholes. Cory is tighter than Justin but just as eager. Justin takes it like a true slut. When I get it inside Cory he gasps audibly. Slowly the boys work it inside of them until most of the slithering beast has disappeared into their boycunts. They push back on to it, their asses bumping frequently. Cory begins breathing heavily and Justin moans like a slut. In time they both moan loudly. They push deeper on to the dildo. At times it will slip out of one boyhole and the other will pick up the slack. Its thickness stretches them. The grease turns their pussies into a sloppy mess. I walk around to Justin's mouth and push my cock inside. He greedily sucks on it. They continue to fuck each other while Justin vaccumms my cock. He licks the piss slit slowly. He explores the shaft.

"Uhhhhhh I'm getting close," Cory moans.

Me, too, Justin whispers, his mouth full of cock. I smile and pull out. I stroke slowly but carefully, trying not to shoot too soon. The boys bang away, the dildo plunging in and out, making sweet sucking sounds. Cory jerks away at his cock. He moans loudly and lets loose with a hot thick load that dripped slowly on to the sheets.

"Fuckin hot, boy," I say confidently. I scoop up some of the cum. I move to Justin and let him lick it off my fingers. He lets go of a loud cry and his cock spits out 6 HUGE thick loads--all without ever having touched his dick. He continues licking my fingers. I stroke my cock and get close. "Come here, boys," I command. They move quickly, the dildo sliding easily from their loose sloppy holes. They eagerly put their mouths near my cock. When I shoot I aim for the space between their mouths. I shoot hot thick loads that cover their faces. Several shots end up in Justin's eager mouth. Cory slurps up the common jizz between them. They lick the remnants off my red throbbing cock. They are still blindfolded.

When they have cleaned off my cock I lie back on the bed. Like good boys they lie next to me; one on either side of me. They lay their heads down on my thighs. I caress the backs of their necks, telling them how good boysluts they were. They giggle again.

Thank you, they say in unison.

I'm not kidding.

novice

He is a passionate kisser, if a bit unpracticed. His kisses convey hunger; a starvation for some primal lust that only I can satisfy. I cradle the back his head while I probe his mouth deeply. His thick long blonde hair feels good in my hand. I keep his mouth open and his tongue engaged. I try to get him to concentrate on long languid motions rather than quick darts of his tongue. Our mouths are a sloppy mess. He follows my lead. He keeps his eyes closed.

He seems to be used to his new uniform of tight white briefs and white crew socks. His body is slender, with the slightest hint of baby fat that makes him sexy. His skin is super smooth, as if some device removed all of his hair while he slept. He is developing a deeper tan. He's the sexiest 17 year old I have ever been with.

I can feel the outline of his cock pushing against the fabric of his underwear. There is a growing wet spot where the pre-cum continues to leak. He rubs my chest while we kiss. He'll pull away and lick my ears and neck. Not a bad job. He needs practice. I grab his boybutt with both hands and hold on while we kiss. They are perfect globes of flesh. They are warm.

I want you, X, he whispers in my ear. I smile and pick him up off of the sofa. He hangs on to my neck and I hold him by his ass. Cradled, he continues to kiss me while I walk to the bedroom. On the bed he lies on his stomach near the edge, watching me remove my trunks. He licks his lips (no lie) as my cock flops out and points at his eyes. He opens his mouth and slowly engulfs every inch. He is a beginner but eager. He takes his time, opening his mouth in a way that a boa eats his prey. When all of my member is in his mouth he takes me. Spit oozes out of the corners of his mouth, dripping on to the bedsheets. He pulls back and bobs. His tongue washes the tip of my cock. His eyes close. He tastes every inch of it. He licks the shaft. I climb into bed and relax while he sucks me. He gets me close several times before I push him away. He looks at me and then smiles. He is on his stomach. He pushes his ass in the air slightly and wiggles it for me. He digs down and licks my balls slowly, knowing that will drive me crazy. I continue watching his ass. The perfection of its circle keeps me hard. I let him continue servicing me for a few minutes before I get up. I move around and slowly remove the cotton underwear. He continues wiggling his ass. I move it past his tan legs and throw it on the floor. I leave the socks on. They are a good contrast against his tan skin.

I pull him by the legs towards the edge of the bed. I got on my knees and when he is positioned I stuck my tongue in his boyhole. For the next 30 minutes I eat his boypussy the way I would savor a decadent dessert. I probe it, lick it, spit on it, suck it, and molest it in a way that I never have. He moans loudly and continually begs me to go deeper. I get it super slick and use my index finger to push the saliva deeper into his boyhole. I grab his ass tightly and probe more. When I am ready I look down. His pussy is a super slick messy dripping gaping hole.

I get on the bed. He instinctively gets on all fours. Despite the rising beast in my belly I slowly insert the head. I can hear a pop as it breaks through the spit. He gasps and that gets me harder. I take my time and slowly slide in. The boy is a virgin, no doubt. He grits his teeth, gasps harder, and his breathing is shallow. His hands threaten to tear my sheets to shreds. I pull out slowly, inch by inch. When he used to its thickness I repeat the process. I do not vary my speed. I am super slow. I move in and out. I make love to this kid. This is not jackhammer sex. This is me showing the kid how much I want him. I fuck him for what seems like hours. Huge wads of spit fall from my lips on to the shaft of my cock before I push it back in. He moans more. He is verbal. He tells me how good it feels. I move slowly. I want every inch to be too much for him. I want him to feel it. His body moves rhythmically to mine. I hold him by his hips. He does not pull away. He moves towards me. My hips gyrate slowly to his. Whereas I would have plowed the shit out of this kid, now I am making him experience every inch.

Too soon I feel the beast growing stronger. I can't slow down any further. I grit my teeth. Here it comes, boy, I mutter. I push in deeper and explode. wave after wave of thick ropey manjuice invades his cunt. For a second my eyes become unfocused. I grip him harder. He cries out. I push into him and still feel drops of juice escape my cock. I stop to catch my breath. I pull out slowly and fall back on to the bed. He takes my cock in his mouth and cleans it. When he is done he moves up and lies down next to me. He puts his head on my chest.

Thank you, X, he says simply.

We sleep for a few hours before I wake up and fuck him again. He gets 5 loads from me that night: from behind (twice), reverse cowboy (once), missionary (once), and standing up (once). His legs shake when we are done.

"Here," I say as I pull a small black buttplug out of the drawer. "I want you to put this in you. Take it out when you get home. The cum will leak out. It'll make you hard."

"Really?" His surprise is genuine. I am hard again.

"Yeah. You'll like it. Just make sure to hide the buttplug somewhere, ok?"

"Definitely, X. I'll do anything you want."

He has brought his skateboard but I have to take him home. He's too tired to skate. I drop him off at the corner to his neighborhood. He waves and walsk slowly to his house. He has to pull his shorts out of his dripping ass several times before he disappears down the block.

je suis fatigue

Very tired from this past weekend. Taking the day off and catching up on sleep and magazines.

Erik called this morning and says he wants to get together "soon!" (his emphasis). Says he woke up hard this morning thinking about me.

A called and said his b/f was out of his mind pissed when he came home and saw A. They got in a big fight and broke up. A is giggling as he tells me this.

Justin calls and says his b/f suspects there is something going on between Justin and me. Maybe I should show him the tape. Justin says he doesn't know what to do but he wants my cock again.

Chris texts and wants to know when his next feeding is.

I'm tired.

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.

in progress

Haven't forgotten about Erik. We got together on Saturday. Still putting that post together. I want to be exact in my words. He's worth telling about.

A calls me yesterday and wants to get together. He asks about another group. He wants to put on a show for me. Says he wants to be my boyslut. Been thinking about whoring him out.

Justin gets back into town tonight. We'll see if he calls. He's been texting me pretty hard. He also wants to be my boyslut. Says he doesn't want any other cock but mine.

We'll see.

* * * * *

Got some viewers who have been asking for more details about me. I like to keep it discreet. Too many details lead to stalkers. Plus, in my line of work discretion is the number 1 rule. I like being able to move around in anonymity, free from prying eyes and curious on-lookers.

BUT, realizing that some sanitized bio information is needed, here is my offering:

I am late 30s, tall (over 6'), beefy muscular (think Russell Crowe in Gladiator), facial hair, shaved head, pretty fuckin masculine, dominant, aggressive, and in total control. I'm pretty well hung and very thick. I have boys all over the US. I like loyalty, discretion, and enthusiasm. I have no problem being direct, blunt, and in someone's face if the situation demands it--ruthless.

There you have it.

fortune favors the bold

There are times when Fortune truly smiles on a guy. Rather than stalking the streets looking for fresh prey, an occasion presents itself when the prey comes to the predator. It's the royal flush of conquests.

Several days ago I'm cleaning up my emails (they have a tendency to pile up out of neglect) when one pops up from a name that sounds somewhat-kind-of-sort-of-vaguely familiar. I have to read the whole thing a few times before it hits me who sent it. It's the younger brother of one of the guys I dated briefly a few years back. The "relationship" (if you want to call it that) never lasts. The guy is your typical arrested adolescent (despite just being a few years younger than I am) who doesn't know who he is or what he wants to do with his life. Such listlessness is a total turn-off and is usually worshipped at the altar of this douchebag.

As I read the email again a lot comes back to me. The lil bro was 13-ish at the time, slightly stocky build with muscle potential, dirty blonde hair, and quiet. Lil bro liked hanging around us. I got the feeling he was bored out of his mind. I chatted with him a few times but nothing of significance. I remember him telling me he liked the beach. Douchebag liked to pretend lil bro didn't exist.

Flash forward 4 years: lil bro tells me he got his older bro's hand-me-down laptop. He was going through it and finds my old email address. He sends me the following email, which I have reprinted in it's entirety:

Hey man! Not sure if this is the same guy who knew **douchebag**. He's my older bro. Anyway, this is his lil bro Erik. Dont kno if u remember me. I was going thru some old shit on his old laptop n found ur email addy. hope u dont mind me sending u something. i think ur name was X but sorry if i cant remember ok LOL. anyway **douchebag** is livin in miami but havent heard from him in a while. he might like to say hi i guess, dunno.

anyway just wanted to say hi n stuff. if ur still around wanna get together for coffee or something? i live in the same house on 2nd st. dont kno if u still remember where. im free after school and some weekends. i work on weekends at my lame job lol. anyway heres my number **deleted**. or u can just hit me back up here, k? btw i attached a pic in case u didnt remember me.

l8

E

Despite the casual "texting" tone of the message, it's surprisingly mature for someone his age (16, 17?) I admit it piqued my curiosity. Besides, after seeing this kid's pic, how the fuck could I say no? He looks very similar to this kid with some more stocky muscle.

I sit back in my chair for a few seconds. Despite being a predator, I'm not stupid. Most of the fucktards who call themselves "hunters" (predators, seducers, players, ad nauseum...) end up face-to-face with Chris Hansen of MSNBC. I'm not one of them. I am careful. Practiced. Deliberate. I don't go actively (or exclusively) looking for twinks/whatever. But when the real opportunity presents itself I take advantage of it, if the risk benefit is worth it. I write him back:

Erik:

Good to hear from you. Yeah I remember you. Been a while I suppose. Always enjoyed our little chats. You must be 17 now? You enjoying your teen years?

Coffee sounds good. I know this great place thats right in between us. Hit me back when you get a chance and we'll get together, catch up on the family.

X

**number deleted**

If this is a trap/setup then my email is perfectly harmless. And it is, honestly. If I'm ever in doubt then I always meet for coffee in public first. It's a harmless gesture that means nothing. The coffeehouse acts like a neutral setting where nothing can be inplied/inferred. This gives me a shot to size up the boy. Is he a ringer? Tweeker? Thief? Liar? It takes all of 5 mins, trust me.

I hear back from him yesterday. He calls me. He sounds out of breath. Tells me he rides his bike from school. In between gulps for air he sounds excited, almost giddy. Hard to tell if it is fake. Body language tells me more. He wants to meet for coffee--definitely! He's busy last night (Friday) but could we do it this afternoon (today)? Yeah, I tell him. I mention the coffeehouse and tell him to meet me there at 3:00pm. OK! comes the reply. I hang up and jot some things down here before I lose the details.

Should be fun.