Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2010 18:01:23 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Mr. Evens and Me (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/M)

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                            Mr. Evens and Me
                                   By
                                  Wolf

	I was playing catch with my brand new football in my back your
with a friend when it took a wild bounce and went over my head to land
in the backyard of the house next door to my parents home.  My friend
and I argued about who was going to climb the fence to retrieve the ball.

	The man that lived next door was named Mr. Evens and was over
50-years-old.  That was just about all of the guys in the neighborhood
knew about him.  He was a bit of a recluse.  The curtains of his house
were always closed.  The children in the area would only report seeing
him as little as one viewing from one week to the next.  The rumors
among my friends indicated that he was strange.  All of us were afraid to
find out if any of the rumors were true.  We stayed clear of his property.

	From time to time one of my balls would get tossed over the
fence into his back yard.  I was not about to go around and knock on his
door to ask him to allow me to retrieve my ball or climb the fence to
retrieve the ball.  Usually the ball would wind up in our back yard in a
week or so.  This time it was my brand new football.

	My friend was not about to help me retrieve my ball.  He went
home, leaving me to ponder how I was going to retrieve my ball.  The
fence was much taller than I was at the age of 10.  My parents were at
work, and would not he home until much later.  After much thought I
decided to see I could retrieve the ball by myself.  I drug a wooden
stepladder over to the adjoining fence.  When I climbed the ladder I
checked the driveway for Mr. Evens car.  Not seeing his car I assumed
that he was not home.  When I looked for the ball, it was lying in the soft
earth of a garden.  I decided it was safe to retrieve my ball.

	I climbed the ladder and dropped myself over the fence.  I
figured I would just toss the ball over the wall and climb back over the
wall.  I had not considered that the fence was too high for me to reach
the top from the other side.  We lived on the side of a sloping hill.  His
yard was lower than ours.  There was a retaining wall that made his yard
at least two feet lower than our yard.  I was faced with the knowledge
that there was no way back over the fence.  There was nothing in his
back yard that I could use to elevate myself enough to get back over the
wall.

	My only escape was to go through the iron-gate at the side of his
house.  When I reached the gate I found to my horror, it was padlocked.
I was in a panic, looking for some way out.  I was so terrified of getting
caught that I was actually shaking.  Would I have to wait there until my
parents got home?  I just hoped they would get home before Mr. Evens
did.  I was looking at least three hours.  I crouched down near the gate
and awaited my fate.  It was not long before things got worse.

	I heard the sound of a car turning into Mr. Evens' driveway.  I
rushed back to the fence and tried in vain to jump up and grab the top of
the fence.  He must have seen me or heard me because it was not long
before the back door opened.  Mr. Evens' loud voice boomed, "What the
hell are you doing in my garden Boy?"

	Every hair on the top of my head felt like it was standing up, as I
turned around to face him.  I pleaded with him that I was just trying to
retrieve my new football.  I had not noticed that where I was standing
and had been jumping up and down was right in the middle of a
flowerbed.  He was looking down where I was standing and his face was
red with anger.  I had been trampling flowers into the dirt.  He
approached me quickly and grabbed me by the arm.  He dragged me
towards the back door of the house.  It never occurred to me to resist.

	The only thing on my mind as I was being pulled into the house
was how I could make a bolt for the door.  The grip he had on my arm
was too tight to get away.  He pulled me into a room that looked like an
office.  I was totally unprepared for that took place next.

	He sat down in his swivel chair, still holding onto me as he pulled
me close to his body and gave me what I can only describe as a hug, not
unlike what my mom and dad would have given me.  It lasted for what
seemed like minutes, in reality it was only seconds before there was a
strange feeling on my right ear.  He was licking my ear with his tongue.  I
don't know why I didn't cry out or try to resist.  I just allowed him to do
whatever he wanted, as if I were struck dumb, because I didn't
understand what was going on.  It had never occurred to me that I
would be attractive to anyone let alone another male.

	I was just a normal ten-year-old boy.  I had short blond hair with
blue eye, long eyelashes, button nose, full lips, dimpled chin and that was
just my head.  I had never thought about the fact that my body was
devoid of body hair at that time.  Looking back now, I can understand
that I had a plump body that filled out my old school shorts that I had on
that day.  I must have been a pedophiles dream.

	Mr. Evens tongue started lapping all over my face.  Then I felt his
hot breath on my lips.  He was panting and moaning softly.  He was
trying to force my mouth open with his tongue.  I was to keep my mouth
shut, but he forced my mouth open with his thumb and forefinger, like
you would pry an animals' mouth open when you try to force them to
take down a pill.  What entered my mouth was not a tablet.  His tongue
began to wash the inside of my mouth and explore the inside.  Suddenly
I felt his hand stroking my thigh.  It proceeded up the inside of my gray
school shorts.  His had sought out and found my underwear, as he
removed his tongue from my mouth and whispered in my ear, "I'm going
to take you upstairs now, don't make a sound!"

	His voice was controlled but it felt threatening, so I just complied
with his request for silence.

	"Do as you're told and you will be okay!" he said.  With that he
stood up and put his hands underneath my arms, lifting me up.  He
carried upstairs to one of the dark rooms with the curtains closed.  He
switched on the lights with his elbow, without removing his hands from
under my arms.  He sat down on the side of the bed, before sitting me on
his lap with my legs dangling on either side of his legs.  That was when I
became aware that there was a small gap in the curtains.  It dawned on
me that this bedroom was facing my backyard and my bedroom.  He
probably had been watching me for some time.

	His bedroom was like any other large bedroom, a double bed a
wardrobe, nightstands flanking either side of the bed and a chest of
drawers.  I was looking around the room and saw our reflection in the
mirrored doors of the wardrobe.  I was watching as he happened to place
his hands on my bottom of my shirt and pulled it out of my shorts.  I felt
and watched in the mirror as his hand stroked my tummy and up to my
ribs and chest.  I knew I was being molested by this man, fear prevented
me from resisting.  While I was sitting on his lap he reached around my
body and unbuckled my belt, before he fumbled with the button on my
shorts.  My face went flush and felt hot, I knew I was blushing.  It took
him a little time to undo it.  When he pulled on the top of the shorts the
zipper opened all the way down on its own.  I looked down and watched
him slip inside my underpants, so that he could pull them down.  He
pushed them down and under my balls to expose my prick.  His big hand
completely engulfed my little nut sack.  It felt painful the way he held
them.  Eventually he took hold of my penis and started playing with it.
After awhile he placed his left arm around my chest and lifted me up
enough to allow him to use his right hand to pull my shorts and
underwear down to my knees.  He must have spent an hour doing things
to my penis and bottom with his fingers.  He was kissing my body all
over.  While he was molesting me, he was threatening me with police
involvement for trespassing and damaging his property.  When he was
through he let me stand up.  I pulled my underwear and shorts back up
and made my way out of his house.

	It was about a week later that Mr. Evens called me over and
threatened to tell my parents what had happened if I didn't go into his
house with him.  I had been feeling very guilty about what had
happened.  I sheepishly complied with his demand.  This time when we
were in his room he undressed me completely and he also undressed
completely.  It is hard to remember the order of the way things came
about.  We jacked each other off.  I was fascinated with his cock because
it was so much larger than my own.  His balls were like heavy marbles in
a thick sack.  They were covered with scraggly hairs.  We sucked each
other's cocks for long periods of time.  One of the things he did to
himself to make his cock stay hard longer was to pull his balls and cock
through a steel ring that forced the blood to stay in his cock.  After we
jacked each other off would come the play with my butt.

	When he started licking my butt I could not believe that anyone
would enjoy licking someone's asshole.  I found it every exciting.  When
he was licking my asshole I would get the most unbelievable bones.  Mr.
Evens didn't have to force me to taste his ass.  I actually wanted to find
out what it would taste like.  Being an older man he had a hairy body.
There were even hairs around his asshole.  I could not resist leaving my
bedroom window blinds open and allowing him to watch me masturbate.

	One evening I saw him entertaining another old man in his
bedroom.  The man was a really chubby guy.  He was going bald but he
had a full white beard and a ring of white hair around the back of his
head.  I watched Mr. Evens place the guy on the bed so that I could
watch what was going on.  The fat man was on his knees with his head
lying on his crossed arms.  The man was so fat, that his belly was resting
on the mattress even though he was on his knees.  Mr. Evens was behind
him and I watched him as he inserted his cock in the fat man's asshole.  I
watched him fuck the man.  Eventually Mr. Evens must have cum.
When he pulled his cock out of the fat man, the man turned around and I
watched him suck Mr. Evens' cock.  I could not believe the man would
suck the cock that had just been in his butt.  That led to a lot of questions
the next time I was in his bedroom.  I was really getting used to sex.  For
several months he would call upon me to visit him so that he could teach
me how to please him.  Unfortunately my parents became suspicious of
my behavior.

	They confronted me about what was going on at Mr. Evens
home.  Of course I denied everything.  They grilled me until they were
sure I was lying, before they called the police.  It did not take long for
their interview to break me down and I told them everything.  Mr. Evens
was arrested and I never saw him again.  His house was sold to a family
of five.  They moved in and the neighborhood returned to normal.

	The thing was I had developed a taste for the games Mr. Evens
had taught me.  The neighborhood knew what had happened and the
guys reacted in a couple of ways.  They either shunned me because they
figured that I was some sort of queer, or they were fascinated by the
scandal and sought me out to ask me about what he did to me.  I didn't
want to talk about it to them at all.

	My parents were concerned that my seduction would have a
detrimental effect on me.  They saw to it that I was under the treatment
of a psychologist.  He turned out to be just the kind of man I was
looking for.  There came a day when I he let me know understood my
desire to continue playing with men.  This time I was cleverer about
keeping my parents from finding out about what I was doing.  This man
was old enough to be retired.  His limited practice gave him plenty of
time to entertain boys like me.  There were times he would have other
boys my age there.  He would have us play with each other while he
jacked-off.

	I was under his care for years.  By the time I was 18-years-old I
found that I now really enjoyed seducing boys as young as I had been
when Mr. Evens seduced me.  My therapist would film and photograph
me while I would be teaching boys to suck cock and introduce them to
getting fucked in the ass.  Just seeing the smooth white ass of a boy
about 10-years-old was enough to get my dick leaking pre-cum.  I have
been introduced to a group of men with similar tastes.  There are parties
we attend where boys are passed around like party favors.





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