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The tender kissing started to turn into a tongue turf war and we greedily began to suck each other's tongues and explore the limits of our mouths. Our hardons returned and so did our desire to have a round 2.
Jason said to me, "I think it is time for you to learn about the toothbrush, Brandon."
He pushed me off the bale, grabbed the dentist spray and showed it to me. "Ok, man. Now listen up. What I am about to let you do to me is dangerous. When you do this, I won't be able to breath. You need to keep control and make sure I don't suffocate. Got it?" he commanded.
"Whoa, Jason! What have you done and how do you know this stuff?" I demanded.
"Remember the 69?" he asked. I nodded, how could I possibly forget!
Jason went on, "I gagged. I hated that for both me and you. I wanted to be able to do everything we read about in the Kama Sutra. When I got home I remembered that Ma had a problem with gagging last year. She got this here spray from the dentist and was told to use a toothbrush to tickle the back of her mouth until she just started to feel like she would gag and to keep doing it until her throat got used to the toothbrush. I've been tickling the back of my throat with this toothbrush the whole week so my throat learns to stop gagging. The spray helps a bit more for about 20 minutes."
"Last night, after using the spray, I put a hairbrush, end first, all the way to the back of my throat without gagging. Trouble was, I found I couldn't breathe while I had it stuck back there. That's why you got to be careful, man," he said seriously.
He now shoved the long metal bit of the spray into the back of his throat and I heard him squirting it.
"I also found I had to have my neck in line with the front of my mouth, like those sword swallowers we saw at the circus last year for it to work, so I have to get into a position that I can do all of that. One other thing, the spray stops my voice working. I can feel it doing its thing now. I won't be able to speak until it wears off." Smiling at me, he lay on his back on the covered bale and let his head drop over the edge into a sword-swallower position. He beckoned for me to come closer.
I was overwhelmed. I felt guilty and worried about doing something that could end up being dangerous. This special kid, Jason, had put himself through all of this just to please me. He was awesome and a little scary. I was loving him more and more each moment of every day. I felt my dick getting painfully hard again as the thought of what he was wanting to do made me excited. My excitement and Jason's determination won out and I decided to go for it.
"Ok Jason. You're amazing! You know that, don't you?" I asked. He just nodded and grinned at me.
Next thing I knew, he had grabbed my dick and was guiding it into his open mouth. He remembered to cover his teeth with his lips. He used his lips to force the foreskin back to expose my head. That was a new and exciting feeling all on its own because it had always been done by a hand up to now.
I couldn't dwell on that, though, because he began to swirl his tongue around my head and expertly found and flicked at my pee slit with his tongue while he played with my balls with his hand. I started to moan and found I wanted to start thrusting my hips. I managed to stop myself from doing that, but only just.
Then he put both hands on my butt and pulled me all the way into his mouth. I felt my balls nearly go in as well. It was awesome. I felt the head of my dick pop past a barrier that I later found out was his esophagus and Jason's eyes went wide. The pressure on my head at the back of his throat was out of this world. I stayed there completely immersed in the sensation.
I came back to the present when I noticed Jason's dick getting as hard as I had ever seen it. I looked down at his face and finally noticed that it was going deep red, almost purple and his eyes were unfocused. I pulled back, taking my head past the barrier. He gasped and coughed.
"Sorry, you ok, Jason?" I asked concerned.
He squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds, panting, then he just nodded and pulled me back in. Once I was all the way in again past the barrier, he pushed me back out again. Then he repeated the movement. Finally, he let me go and started to play with his own dick with one hand and my ball sac with the other.
His intent was clear now. He wanted me to thrust in and out of his mouth on my own. I started slowly. We got into a rhythm and I waited for him to breathe out every other stroke and breathe in on the next one. I couldn't believe how tight his throat was. This went on for about a minute. I felt my climax beginning to build.
Then he changed rhythm. He grabbed my butt and pulled me in and kept me there. I watched his face go flushed and his eyes began to lose focus. Should I pull out?
Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out. He gasped and his eyes fluttered back into focus again. He began to jerk his dick furiously now. He used his free hand to pull me back in and kept me there again. We did this a couple more times where I took him to the edge of consciousness.
On the fourth time, he jerked and spasmed. I was worried he was having an Oxygen deprived fit, but I then noticed his dick twitching and I realized he had actually silently cummed.
I thrust less deeply into his mouth until he recovered. The rhythm changed again after that and he indicated he wanted me to go deep at my own pace, which I did. He was getting expert at taking small breaths between thrusts. I couldn't get over how tight the back of his throat felt and how wonderful it made my dick feel.
I felt my peak arriving. I felt my dick expand and the need to burst again became overwhelming. I yelled, "Jason, here it comes. Aaaargh!" I thrust as deep as I could into Jason's mouth. I saw his eyes go wide again as my dick was embedded deep within his throat. Wave after pulsing and shivering wave of pleasure wracked my body and my dick in Jason's mouth. After about the fifth pulse, I realized I was still in Jason's throat. His eyes were unfocused by now. I managed to pull back slightly.
He inhaled sharply and started to come back. My dick was still mostly in his mouth and was continuing to pulse. I felt weak in the knees again, but managed to somehow stay upright. When the pulsing had mostly stopped, I pulled out and collapsed on the covering next to Jason.
Jason scooted down the covering so his head was back on it again. He looked spent, but still managed to smile weakly at me. I returned the smile and then I tenderly kissed him. I pulled our bodies closely together and we both fell asleep entwined together.
I woke up to the sound of a tummy grumbling. After a few seconds, I realized it wasn't mine, but belonged to the cutest boy lying next to me. I gently roused him by stroking his back and sides with my fingers.
His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me. He croaked, "Awesome!" He was barely audible.
I hopped up, retrieved my backpack and got out the lunch. Jason immediately went for an apple juice and sipped this for a few minutes, coughing and grimacing occasionally.
"You ok?" I asked him concerned.
"That was hard core trippin', man," he croaked. "But totally worth it." He grinned mischievously at me.
After about 5 minutes, Jason's rumbly tummy won out over his raw throat and he grabbed a sandwich and started to eat it in little bits, still occasionally coughing and spluttering.
"You told me not to stay in your throat for long. Why'd you change your mind?" I quizzed.
Jason swallowed hard and coughed. "When you blocked my throat for too long the first time, I found it turned me on hugely to nearly pass out. It was totally intense, man," he managed to wheeze out.
I remembered back to the times in my recent sexual experiences where my breathing had been restricted. I realized it turned me on too. "I'd like to try that too, Jason, but your dick doesn't block my throat," I said, "and I ain't prepared my gag reflex like you did."
Jason's eyes became unfocused after that while he absent-mindedly picked at his sandwich. I left him to it thinking he had been through something that he probably needed to zone out on for a while.
I thought about what Jason had put himself through and realized that Jason was someone who solved challenges if they were interesting to him, no matter how difficult or time-consuming they were. His will power, brilliance and dogged determination were a little scary to me but seriously impressive. To a mind like that, the other things in his life were so unimportant that they simply didn't register. That is why he was always getting into trouble for not doing his chores -- they didn't register. He truly was a mad scientist - he was just built that way, but one hell of a cute one.