It was a warm summer afternoon, around 2 pm. I was sitting in my office at home and doing some work. My office at home is a room that overlooks into the street. My house was on a narrow street with a compound wall with a small gate. I could pretty well see what goes on in the street. My son who was about 15 years old had gone out to play as usual. Boys in our block usually played in the public play ground, especially during the long Summer vacation. As I was working in my office, I saw Steve, a neighbor boy, about 14 years old, open the gate and charg into my house compound. I was little taken aback, because, Steve had never come into our house before. This was the first time, I had seen him come in. But I knew Steve well, since he studied with my son in the same high school. Steve was not a bright kid. He was one class lower than my son’s class, and was physically also little weak, a bit more on the thin side and about the same hight as my son, about 5 feet 6 inches. Apparently, when the boys play together, spontaneous fights would break out. Some of these fights do turn out to be violent. Boys, being boys, they fight and get together, make up and play again. But my son never really liked Steve and probably bullying him quiet a lot at school also.
On this particular afternoon, I was alone at home. When Steve opened the gate and came in, I knew something was wrong. I got up and went and opened the front door of my house and invited him into my office. Without me coaxing, Steve began to narrate what had happened. I went and sat on my office chair, while Steve followed me into my office room and stood near the desk. He went on to narrate what had happened. By listening to Steve, it became apparent that my son had bullied him and kicked him in the ass. I was little concerned, becasue I did not want Steve to have any physical harm caused by my son. So I asked him, what exactly happened and where he really kicked him. I told him whether there was any wound on his body or ass. He said, he had not seen it yet, because he is coming straight from the play field. Seve was wearing pants. He told me, it pained where my son had kicked him. I asked him, where it pains, and he pointed with his right hand little below the ass, on the thighs right below the ass cheeks. My son had some kind of tennis play shoes or sneekers, and he must have kicked him real hard and I did not want Steve to go to his parents and cry and show the wound. If he did, my son will be in trouble with Steve’s parents whom I knew to be very unpleasant people on the block. So I told Steve to pull down his pants and show me to the spot where the pain he said was. Without any hesitation, he pulled down his pants to his knees. He had jocks which he did not pull down. I told Steve to turn around and show me where the pain was, if there was any. He said, not much pain, but my son had kicked him just below his ass. I did not see any bruise or marks. Steve had a fair skin, and if there was any bruise, it would have left red marks on the skin. I did not see any marks. But, I wanted to make sure, that there was no mark inside the jocks. Jocks is like an underwear. So I asked Steve to pull down his underwear so that I can examin closely. Without any hesitation, he pulled down his underwear up to his thighs. His beautiful teenage ass was right in front of my nose. I did not think anything strange in him pulling down his pants and underwear nor did he feel it strange to show his ass to me. [I wonder about this to this day, why both of us were uninhibited on that day. We both for all practical purpose were pefect strangers!]. I examined his ass, and put my fingers on the place where he said my son had kicked him. I gently stroked his ass, especially, just below his ass and asked him to let me know immediately whether he felt any pain in any place where I placed my fingers and gently pressed. He said, not much pain and so, I continued to extend my exploration and began to gently massage and stroke his thighs. To sooth and calm him, I was talking to him gently, like an elder brother. Then, I place my two hands on his ass and began to kneed it gently and massaged and stroke his ass and thighs just to get the pain relieved, if there was any. I kept asking him to let me know if he felt pain in any place in his body. He said, no. I asked him to turn around. To my surprise, I found that his cock was half erect and a pretty good size about 5 or 6 inches. When I saw his partially errect cock, I became horny, but did not want to touch it. And so, without drawing any attention to his erect cock, I asked him to spread his legs little wide, so that I can examine the thighs below the ass from the front. I placed my right hand between his thighs, just below his partially errect cock and went about examining and massaging/stroking his thighs and kept asking him whether it was paining there. He said no. His thighs felt very smooth and soft and I began to feel a tingling sensation in my body. Then, I said, it is very dangerous for someone to kick some ones balls, and asked him whether he was sure that my son had not kicked his balls. He said, no, but only went on to point where he felt my son had kicked him, right below his ass. In any way, now that I was becoming little horny and not used to this gay situation, I asked him, why he is having an errection. He said, that my touching him and massaging his ass, made him feel nice. But I ignored his remarks and went on to pretend that I was not horny at all. I said, I need to examin his balls, so that I was sure that there was no bruise. So I gently took his balls in my hand, and began to massage it sensually and with my left hand I continued to squeeze his ass. He said, he did not feel any pain, but that he was feeling some what strange. His cock was slowly becoming fully erect, and I could see it throbing right in front of my nose. Since I was sitting on my chair, and he was standing, my face was only about 6 inches away from his errect cock. Then I gently asked him, whether he felt any pain on his cock. He said, no. I said, he may not realize now, but later he might feel the pain. So I said, I need to examine his cock as well. By now, his cock was almost fully errect and so I gently took his cock and began to examine it as well as stroke it. He had a clean cut cock. I could feel his breathing becoming deeper. Then he suddenly told me out of the blue, that if I continue to stroke it, he will get a sticky stuff. He did not have the right word for it. Although, I knew this can happen to a 14 year old kid, I said, “You are too young for that. You will not get it.” He challenged me. By saying this, immediately I knew that he was enjoying my touch and stroke and that he wanted me to continue it, while I was only using that as a ploy to allow me more time to have access to his beautiful erect teenage cock. I said, “No, you will not get the sticky stuff because you are still a child.” He protested and said, that he is not a child and that he can prove it. Well, he wanted to prove his manhood. I said, ” Ok, I believe you, but until I see it, I don’t believe it.” He asked me whether I want to see it cum? I said, “OK, go ahead.” He was standing. So he withdrew his cock from my stroking. There was a couch in my office and he walked over and sat on it with his pants and jockys pulled down to his knee. I followed him to the couch and stood in front of him. He told me to continue the massage and stroke. So I knelt beside the couch beside him. He spread his legs and the cock stood like a flag pole, fully errect. I began to stroke his cock with my right hand, while squeezing and massaging his balls. He said, “Faster, faster”. Both of us were in a hurry. We did not want any one walking into our home at that time. I kept up the speed. His breathing became heavier and in two minutes, he shot his cum high up in the air and spilt all over my office floor and into my hand. He gasped and calmed down. When the last drop was squeezed out, he pulled up his jocks and pants up and zipped, and quickly said “Iv’e got to go” and left my office even without waiting for my response. I sent him off, closed the door and went back to my office to clean up the mess. I quickly cleaned up his cum which had spilt on the couch, floor and in my hand. I was in a phase of shock and surprise and I slumped in my chair and just sat there for an hour or so dazed and bewidlerment. I simply sat there looking outside to the street thro my office window. I could not continue my office work.
While sitting in a state of shock also thinking about the possible consequences of this event, I began to replay the whole experience over and over in my mind. I had no credible explanation or precedence for this event. I am not a gay person, per se. I have had some experience of mutual masturbating when I was a teenager while I was in high school. But this was beyond my comprehension. I am a married man with children and why did I do it and how could I have done it, why did I do it without any premeditation and spontaneously? I had no answers to it to this day. That exprience with Steve, really shook me to the core. To this day, I wonder, how I could have done it. But that experience was something of a life changing experience for me. Because, I became suddently aware that there was something beyond myself which made that beautiful and frightening experience happen out of the blue. To hold an erect throbing cock of a teenager in your palm (by a middle aged married person) is an earth shattering experience. Something incredible happens for which there is no words of explanation. After that experience, I was for days together, living in a kind of elevated awarness of myself – I can’t really explain what it is – but a kind of bliss and soul satisfaction, a glow, a peak experience – nothing really very lustful or bad about it – some kind of divine vibe or what ever – by this experience I had attained some kind of cosmic unity and oneness with some erotic powers and force beyond me and I begin to see the whole universe erotic wanting to be touched, loved, massaged, stroked, wanted, nurtured, secure, peaceful, harmonious, joyful, playful, happy and content. It was a kind of spiritual experience for me, although you may disagree that this is a disgusting thing to do. One would have thought that after giving hand job to Steve, I would have gone back to my office and masturbated. I did not, neither did, I feel any heightened sexual urge to have sex at that time with anyone. But the experience with Steve happened, so suddenly, unplanned. And the context in which it happned (my son kicking the ass of Steve], I still can not fathom – because it was because my son bullying Steve, the whole thing happened. Whom should I be angry with or thankful to? Steve, my Son, or my openess for the situation? I have no answer. I wonder whether such things happen to others as well.
What happened to Steve? Well, I saw him couple of days later playing on the street with other kids. He saw me pass by. He gave me an understanding smile as I walked by. And I think the way he smilled at me gave me the impression that he must have been thankful that my son had kicked his ass. Neither did I ever spoke about this to Steve or to my son or hear about Steve from him. This experience will remain a secret between me and Steve for ever. Steve, where ever you are, I wish you best of luck and remember life is worth living and loving.
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