Oh Marcie, thank you for being the nosy and insistent darling you are. Your love means so much to me. I never thought the day you saw me in the dorm bathroom stomp into one of the shower stalls for a place to jerk off would lead to events that would grow into a fast friendship between us. You are probably the best friend I have ever had. That is why I have agreed to write down this account of my adventure into a torrid sex life, all be it a dangerous one. You know our agreements and for purposes of this correspondence, I am just "Blonde".
Bruce! Where do I start about a starved-for-sex creepy dude like him? I guess that restaurant in Georgetown in the middle of the week during happy hour where we met alone for the first time ~ that was when I finally threw in the towel and let a "boy luver" pervert seduce me. His law office was the best place to score some not too difficult bucks in the temp circuit. Too bad I can' t work there anymore.
Yeah, no surprise there where physical attractions are concerned. I had seen it since I was 12. Men, at least in their late 20s would stare at me in a public setting. Never blinking, there is always that hungry expression on their faces. I'm cute to the point of being desirable beyond the wildest imaginations of so many perverts. It has been a slow transformation over months and years to become that confident beautiful boy toy finally starting at about 19. You know how to keep my blonde locks fashioned at just the too-sweet-to-resist Dutch boy cut that fulfills my mission of being the optimum tease for all those perverted daddies ~ and there are so many of them ~ people have no idea.
Now I can hardly imagine a life without the thrill of older men, sometimes much older, stripping me naked with their eyes. Those looks speak volumes beyond the capability of spoken language ~ nothing furtive or hesitant there. I sense all my clothes being desperately yanked off me, especially my underwear. Even in the hot summer, everything seems to suddenly become very drafty ~ and I love it. Destiny has privileged me a life of sensual exhilarations and I know it is all the more gratifying to me that their foundations are rooted in what many would regard as unthinkable perversion ~ way beyond just the merely decadent. I can hardly imagine my life like this ever ending short of some twisted and frenzied sexually motivated murder.
But Bruce had the look of lusting desire that would thicken my dick to stand at aching drooling attention more than anyone else ever had. Whenever he looked at me, his mouth would curl into an impossibly subtle, but knowing sneer ~ as if to communicate to me that he knew the essence of who and what I am even before I could fully come to terms with it, myself. You know I am still a waif of a kid and Bruce seemed such a big dude to me in his early 40s. I've got some definition in muscles and chest here, but still narrow shouldered, only 5' 5" in bare feet.
Speaking of feet, they are only 9 1/2 shoe size but appear much smaller in sandals, which I always wear at the sports stadiums and to and from the gym in any kind of warm weather. My hands are broad but small with stumpy fingers. You have helped me most of all with those baby blue-eyed impish but curious expressions.
You have helped me find those cargo pants and other short pants or trousers that flatter my boy buns without being too tight or obvious. Those get checked out the most seriously and I know the hot tight secret that hides between them is what enlivens fat daddy dicks into thick truncheons of male flesh.
Bruce would wear such a fierce expression when he would check out those buns, always walking behind me when we would step out after work for a drink or bite to eat. I know the other people in his office must have caught him ogling me that way. At a booth or a table, he would hardly ever say anything. He would sit and stare, flashing that knowing look of unconcealed lust. My cock would throb and strain all the while.
That time we sat alone across from each other at the little out-of-the way booth, he asked me personal questions for the first time. Did I have a girl friend? What girls were I attracted to? Was I ever attracted to boys or men? I confided to him something I had never told anyone. You know from the psychology courses we have taken, that young kids go through a long latency period, but there are little events that reveal some inert sexual feelings. I told Bruce, that when I was young, I was often embarrassed to change out of my swim trunks with friends or men. Nonetheless, I would have a recurring nightmare from about 5 to 10 that wasn't really a nightmare. It was frightening but delicious.
A great beast would come into my bedroom to assault me. Either that or I would be lost somewhere with almost no clothes on when it would come after me. It was never terribly well defined, but the ogre would snarl and growl, but also make a purring noise at the same time. It was more like a wolf than a cat, but very shaggy. I would be lying on my bed or on the ground just paralyzed with fear. But it would come up all terriby fierce, and with hand like claws, eagerly pull off my little pajamas or my little white briefs. As the garment slid off that revealed my little boy naked parts to it, the light in its eyes would glow brighter and it would start making little gravelly howling noises.
It would toss those briefs or pjs aside as if to signal that I was completely helpless and disposed to its intentions to me. Better I succumb to this monster whatever its fiendish designs, than ever suffer the degrading embarrassment of being rescued by a stranger in such a compromising circumstance. Those eyes would shine ever brighter as it ogled my naked frame, especially as it would focus on my sex parts. The only function I could muster was something I could not resist. I would raise my legs open and apart, so that it could also feast its eyes on my little boy buns as well. Before it would lay its hairy paws anywhere on me, I would wake up.
