My first encounter with Eric happened one day while working on my boat in the driveway. I was under the steering column adjusting cables when I heard an unfamiliar voice say “What ya doin’?” Looking up I saw Eric Wilson’s radiant face peering over the hull. With a friendly “Hello” and a small request to come aboard, he joined me in the boat. That was the moment when I experienced my loins commencing to stir with lust for this 18-year old Black boy. He wore only a tank top and v
ery loose-fitting cargo shorts that seemed to have slipped down another inch when he climbed onto my boat. He wore no underwear beneath the shorts and some of his moist, thick pubic hair seemed to cruelly beckon my attention.
I’d never taken any real notice of Eric Wilson before; at least not in that way. He and his father moved into the neighborhood about a month ago. I’d seen that shock of curly black hair appearing here and there with the other kids of the neighborhood. About a week ago I’d seen him loitering in front of the Seven-Eleven with my 16-year-old stepson and his friends. He’s an extremely attractive kid. But he always appeared to be a rather arrogant, disdainful teenager, so I’d never given him a second thought.
So, quickly averting my attention from hi
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