Teasers
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My name is Sam. I am 5'4", 130 to 140 pounds (I dislike the metric system if you hadn't noticed), light brown hair (what is left of it) and hazel eyes. Why am I writing; well I have this strong love of younger boys and I just have to tell you that I met a knockout. His name is Eric.
I frequent a small coffee shop owned and operated by Eric's parents. It doesn't serve much but is a family business with home-style food. Coffee and pop, sandwiches, muffins, donuts and pie, homemade soup and assorted ice cream treats. The shop is narrow with a counter running down one side with swivel stools and along the other side are bench seat booths. It is an interesting place with an assortment of old tin toy tractors and some porcelain dolls which are arranged around the shop on shelves between pictures of late model old cars. Eric's father is always looking for a deal on something old and will talk your ear off if given the chance. His mother and sister usually prepare the food while Eric and his dad keep the coffee cups full.
I usually arrive just before the noon hour rush and have lunch then most days I'm back again before closing time. They have a homey feel in the shop that I like. Eric thinks I can smell the coffee when they brew a new pot but really it is Eric I come to see.
Eric is an angel on earth kid. He is 15 going on 16, about 5'5" and 120 pounds, a slim fellow, kind of willowy; his feet are quite large for his height but I think he will grow into them. His eyes are brown deep pools just the opposite of his brown hair which is cut very short and bristles on his head. Eric's complexion looks like a permanent tan. Whenever I see Eric he seems to always have his hands in his pockets sort of either re-arranging himself or playing pocket pool. He is a very cute boy, his clothes hanging on his frame a few sizes too big or so it seems. I wonder sometimes if I might get a glimpse of some butt. He has a round face and his features are finely proportioned with a delicate thin noise and lips, which are narrow and sensuous looking. Eric's ears are small and stick out a little from the sides of his head and a small chin, which is almost pointed, finishes off his head perched on his thin slender neck.
He is a very exciting and excitable boy. It doesn't seem to take much of anything to get him started. A smile or a look will get him going. I drop in for coffee and watch him as he sits there on the old-fashioned swivel stool. He looks my way and I just have to smile at him and I hold the eye contact until he looks down. I follow his eyes and then he rocks back and forth on the stool. He is friendly and smiles shyly back when he looks up again. We sometimes talk small talk about how school is going or what he has been up to and occasionally he sits down with me at one of the booths and I'm lifted out of the ordinary. He smiles and I see him get a little flushed, maybe because my face is beaming love and concern for him. His hands go into his baggy pants pockets and move around, I try to watch every move. He then gets up and walks nervously around still with his hands moving in his pockets, occasionally showing a bit of a bulge. I sometimes wear shorts and let the legs open inviting a look or when only he is looking and I have on my tight jeans I give my basket a grope and watch as he looks and gropes himself. I hope he is thinking that here is someone that enjoys what he enjoys and may like to play. I'm available and specially interested in him if he wishes it. Who is teasing whom I wonder? I think we both get enjoyment out of what we are doing and at least I hope for more in the near future.