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The first time I saw the lad I was returning home from a visit to my mother, who is in an Alzheimer's clinic across town. I had a bus transfer, and as I waited I watched a bunch of kids skateboarding nearby. One of the boys was keeping to himself, possibly because he wasn't very good on the board. He was about thirteen or fourteen, and his light complexion, slim build, and dark hair reminded me of myself at that age. The next Wednesday evening he was there again, this time alone, so I made my move. It had been over a month since the last one, I was about as horny as a fifty-five year old man can get, and the house was a mess.
I have very special eyes, and some unusual powers that go along with them. If I establish total eye contact with another guy he is mine to telepathically command for the next twelve hours or so. I never speak during these lock-ups, as it might end the trance, and the thought train only goes one way: Me to them. I am totally ignorant of their thoughts or feelings, and the only way they can communicate with me is to vocally answer my questions, and only when I command them to do so. I took a small mirrow from my pocket and focused the evening sun into his eyes, and met and held his stare when he looked my way. After a few minutes I gave him my address and bus directions to my house and told him, telepathically of course, to arrive at my back door at eight the next morning making certain that he was not seen. At eight sharp I heard a furtive tapping at the door and opened it for him. I reinforced the trance with a long stare into his eyes and then had him remove and neatly fold his clothing. Some people describe boys like him as being beautiful, but I don't agree. Women are beautiful, and they are my preference. My eyes have no effect on them, however, and most of them despise my slovenly ways and shitty attitude. To me boys are just boys, and some are handsome, some are homely, some are rather effeminate while others are manly, but none are beautiful. This boy was just a typical young teen, with only a smattering of pubic hair and a smooth complexion not yet ravaged by acne or the burn of a razor. His flaccid penis was about three inches long, teenage slender, and circumcised. I had him turn away from me and bend over so I could fondle his excellent little balls, and I considered taking him right there, but we both had work to do before we could play so I set him to work cleaning the house while I went to the office. It was all I could do to keep my mind on the job that morning as I visualized him working around my house naked with his genitals swinging loosely as he bent over cleaning the floors. The twenty-something bitch that is my mis-manager chastised me about the eroors I was making in my work early in the afternoon, but I blew her off by saying that I had a severe headache and that it was diffucult for me to concentrate. She sent me home to rest! He was well along with the housework when I got home, so I sent him to the shower while I got undressed. I then had him lie on the edge of the bed, face up, and spread his legs. I started out by licking his balls to get him hard, and then took the full length of him into my mouth. It was probably the first time that his virgin cock had experienced anything more erotic than his own touch. I like young boy's slender cocks, as it allows me to take them fully into my mouth with their pubic hair tickling my nose and their balls against my chin. I pulled away until just the head of his five-inch shaft was in my mouth and than ran my tongue around the end of it, taking just two circuits before he arched his back and filled me with a warm flood of semen. Frequent masturbators, like this young teen, have the best tasting seed. Older boys and men who save their seed for partners usually taste stale, and older men like myself really taste bad. I savored his taste for a long time before swallowing, and then switched positions with him. Most men will say that blowjobs are the best sex that there is, and most people regard them as the ultimate expression of love by a mate, or the ultimate subjugation by a prostitute or mistress, or the ultimate depravation to force onto a straight male. I like blowjobs as well as the next guy, but I like being in control during sex and the person getting head is at the mercy of the person giving it. Another problem is one of size. I am not particularly well endowed, but my cock, thicked by age and hypertension is wider than the mouths of most young teens, and this boy has a mouthful of metal orthodontia, so I command him to just lick. I keep a supply of condoms, Magnums for myself and Ultra-Sensitive for my partners. I am not afraid of diseases, as most of the boys are virgins, but I am repulsed by the idea of shit on a dick. When I am finally hard, I roll on a condom and mount him from behind. Face up is more comfortable to the person getting buttfucked, but the look of pain on their faces as I enter them disturbs me so I usually take them face down. I grabbed his balls and humped away, and fifteen minuted later I was spent, so I sent him to the bathroom to clean himself, and then the bathroom, while I rested. An hour later he returned to the bed and lay down on top of me. I circled his cock with the thumb and forefinger of one one hand, and inserted the gloved finger of the other hand into his rectum, and then sucked him off like a human milking machine. His ejaculation, when it came, was like a hot jet on the back of my throat. I continued to rest while he went back to work in the kitchen. He had finished with the housecleaning in another hour, so I sucked him erect again ans had him put on a condom. I then lay on my back with my knees bent so that he could enter my ass, and once inside me I had him jack me off with his smooth hand. This experience is incredible! It's like getting a prostate exam and a handjob at the same time, and we climaxed together. He licked my ample belly clean, and then we both showered to remove the residual stickiness from our bodies before he got dressed and went home, never to remember the experience. I didn't want to spoil the taste of him that remained in my mouth, so I just had a glass of wine for dinner and went to bed early. Sex had rarely been this good when I was married, I mused before drifting off to sleep, nor had the house been so clean. I had no way of knowing, as I lay sleeping, of the events unfolding across town. I didn't know that the boy would come out of the trance and do something that was totally unexpected, like confiding to his parents that his ass hurt, or that his father was a clinical psychologist experienced in hypnotism, or that he would extract my address from his son. I assumed that the men who broke into my home early the next morning were seeking jewelery, money, or other valuables, of which I have none, and it was not until I saw the gleam of the blade and felt it's cruel bite that I realized they sought jewels of a different type. I really miss my balls. They were the very essence of my personality and the credentials of my manhood, and I enjoyed them immensely. They were also the source of power for my special eyes, which are now only good for seeing and lusting for what I can no longer aquire or enjoy.
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