I drove to the garden center one Saturday morning to pick up an order for my wife. When I arrived I was directed to the rear of the building to be assisted by someone named Daniel. The receptionist told me that he was the sixteen year old son of the store’s owner. She said, “Daniel’s a treat. You’ll like him.”He turned out to be a typical teen kid with slick-backed blond hair – a good looking kid who, for some reason, wore no shirt. Probably he was featuring his new developing body, the taut shoulders and muscled arms that kids his age like to flaunt. Hey, I was sixteen once so I understood.He said, “Sorry dude. The order isn’t ready but we can deliver it this afternoon.”I didn’t hear him clearly because I was distracted. My eyes were glued to the snake tattoo on his chest. It was a coiled red snake with a sharp forked tongue. As I looked, the tip of the kid’s finger began to lightly stroke the tattoo. Inexplicably, I was getting an erection.I said, “Excuse me, what did you say?” Looking into his eyes I felt instantly soft and weak. My knees were trembling. He seemed to be looking directly through me.”This afternoon,” he said, “We’ll deliver it.”To myself I said no, please – please don’t get hard. Please don’t get a hardon. Those days are over. That was all in the past, I’m married now. But my eyes returned to the snake and the fingers now stroking the nipple and moving lower, ever so slowly. Directly behind Daniel was a glass-enclosed office. When I saw my reflection in that glass I was horrified. I looked isvecbahis weak, pathetic, afraid.I now had a raging erection as Daniel stroked his tight abdominal muscles. Clearly this kid was trying to use me, attempting to turn me into his personal lab-rat. Yet my body turned to jelly as I drank in the details of his teen body – the ropes in his arms with blue veins thicker than pencils, the hard, striated shoulders. Somehow the kid had immobilized me. A feather could have knocked me over. My heart pounded in my throat and in my cock. When I looked at him I realized that he was observing the bulge in my pants. A smug smile crossed his face. Were I not a bowl of jelly I would’ve slapped away that smile.’Daniel’s a treat. You’ll like him.’ He was a treat I did not need, nor did I want to like him, not like this.Let me explain, in high school I sucked a few cocks. All right, I sucked more than a few. Back then I found myself mesmerized by the teen male body. I took careful note of the physical transformation of friends who were becoming suddenly lean and muscular. I could not stop myself from squeezing their upper arms. Often this was met with a quizzical look. Other times I received a welcome flex that made me hard. In gym class I ogled those thin, sinewy bodies chinning themselves on the pull-up bar as arms and shoulders tensed and swelled with the effort. I would sit on the gym mat watching intently, taking pains to hide my erection.I would have boys like this over to my house to hang out. In the basement isveçbahis giriş I would coax them into bouts of wrestling during which I tried to stimulate their young, urgent libidos. A surprising number of them succumbed. Yes, I sucked their cocks. I sucked the short thick dicks, the long thin dicks and, when lucky, the long and thick ones that were crowned with those gleaming red helmets. It was fun.Then I met Cathy, my first girlfriend. We made love at her house one day and I never looked back. From that moment forward it was girls, girls, girls. Dick, as they say, was history. Now I was 28, newly married to an attractive woman. I was a homeowner. I had a good job at a bank where I was about to become a manager. Everything was looking up until I ran into this clever little cunt Daniel with his perfect body and his smug, triumphant smile, expertly working my dick like some teen boy-vixen. Somehow I managed to stumble out of the garden center and into my car, still nursing a wild erection.Halfway home I could stand it no longer. I pulled into the dirt road of a secluded wooded area. When I yanked down my pants my cock leaped. I closed my eyes and thought of Daniel’s snake, his finger stroking it. I thought of his muscular ropes, the thick vein coursing down along his bicep like a blue river of dreams. In three strokes I came, shuddering and moaning. It was messy but wonderful. It was an orgasm for the ages.I spent the rest of the day doing chores around the house. Cindy was out food shopping when her garden isveçbahis yeni giriş supplies arrived, delivered by none other than young, shirtless Daniel. He carried the box of goods in a way that showcased his dramatic arms, the cords and veins straining as if ready to burst. This time there was no slow, steady erection – it was instantaneous. BOOM! It made that noise. I swear it did! My heart was pounding in my cock.He put down the box and leaned back against the kitchen counter facing me. Once again he wore that shit-eating grin. Already my knees were buckling and my body was trembling. Again, in a matter of seconds, he’d rendered me helpless.He laughed and said, “Dude, you should see yourself.”When he began stroking his chest I snapped. I lunged forward and covered the tattoo with my mouth, sucking furiously on his fingers, kissing and licking the red snake for all I was worth.He said, “Hah, I knew this was gonna happen.”I covered his hard pecs with licks and kisses. I put my hands on his shoulders, they felt like blocks of wood. I squeezed his firm biceps. He accommodated me by tightening those muscles hard against my fingertips.Stroking his wooden biceps I moaned and he said, “Oh boy, this is gonna be fun.”I moved lower, brushing my lips across his moist, rigid abs. When the sweet scent of his sweat flooded my nostrils I nearly came in my pants. When my knees hit the floor his trousers dropped and his cock rose to greet me. I knew immediately that I’d hit the jackpot. It was an incredible specimen, long, thick, veined, hairless. It’s fat red dome was absurdly swollen.I looked up at him for a moment. He puffed out his chest and said, in triumph, “It’s big ain’t it?”He had no idea how big it was so I decided to show him.