Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 12:57:42 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Are you sad  -  part 4

Are you Sad  -  Part 4

By David Lundquist, davidi50@hotmail.com

The next morning my parents left early while I was still in bed. The
knowledge about what might happen gave me a tingle in my stomach. My dick
woke up fast. Soon it stood hard up from my groin. I threw the duvet down on
the floor and showed my boxers down on my legs. It felt so good when I took
hold of my straining dick. Thinking of John's hard boydick while
masturbating fast, I soon went over the edge, and my stomach was plastered
with warm cum that fast became cold and sticky.

Regretful I left the nice bed and took a fast shower. A short breakfast
followed, and when I had cleared the table the doorbell rang. When I opened
the door John stood there with a wide grin on his face. He had put on a
small blue tennis short, and a white short sleeved shirt with the three
uppermost buttons undone. In the opening the tanned smooth skin on his
breast showed inviting through.

"Come in little friend." I went to the side and let him in.

"Thanks." He said and walked in to our kitchen. Feeling at home as he always
did, he opened the fridge and took out a can of juice. Sipping the juice
right out from the can he sat op on the table, displaying his long slender
legs to me.

"Do you like young boys?" he said looking straight at me dangling his legs.

"No." I answered. "I like you."

"All of me?"

"Yes, all of you."

"What do you like best on me?" he wanted to know. "My face? Or my dick?"

"Your face." I answered truthfully. "And your dick."

"Why do you like my dick?" he asked, rubbing his crotch slowly.

"It's beautiful, it's nice, it's fun, and it taste so good."

"Am I sexy?" he asked.

"Yes, very." I grinned to him. "Now, what do you want to do to day?"

"Are you really alone home?" He asked.

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"Till this evening. So we have all the time we want to have fun."

"Right!" he grinned. "But, you know, I don't feel all right, maybe I cannot
play today."

He made a bad try to look rotten, turning his mouth down at the corners. But
his eyes were smiling, and the lump in his crotch was bigger.

"Maybe I should look you over?" I ventured, "You know, I have doctor
training."

"Yeah, that might be wise." He looked expectantly at me.

"Come on, let's go upstairs." I rose and went out of the kitchen and up the
stairs. He followed closely.

"I think I will examine you in my bedroom." We went into my bedroom. I had
prepared the bed, covering it with a green sheet. He took in the bed with
big eyes.

"Ok. First I want to examine your body. Take off your shirt and the
trousers, will you." I tried to sound doctor-like.

He undressed and I sat down on the bed. Putting his clothes on a chair, he
stood in front of me with only a pair of small boxers on. They were tented
out in front.

I looked him over, tracing his muscles with my fingertips. Slowly I ran the
fingertips in circles around his nipples. They hardened very quickly, and
stood out from his chest like small arrows. I turned him around and felt
down his back with my fingers, till they came to the top of his boxers. I
hocked my fingertips inside the elastic band of the boxers, and slowly
pulled them down in the back. His lovely bubble butt appeared. His buns were
hard and soft, the skin silky. In the middle the forbidden cleft disappeared
down between the buns. I pulled his boxers down on his legs, and turned him
around again. His dick stood rock hard against his stomach, the foreskin
halfway down. His ball sack was next to disappeared, tightly drawn up
against the base of his dick.

I made as I did not see his dick, and felt along the lover half of his
stomach.

"Hmm, well, there I think we have the problem." I said while gently pressing
on his stomach. "You might have something there that should be out. Lie down
on the bed. On your stomach."

He did as I told him. I took a pillow and placed under his midriff, so his
butt rose up against me. Gently I parted his buns with the fingers on my
left hand. His small tight rosebud winked to me down in the middle of the
cleft.

"Hmmm..." I tried the doctor hmmm again. "I think I have to examine you more
intimately." I let go of his butt and put on a latex glove. I put a big glob
of cream on the latex covered finger. Parting his butt again, I smeared the
cream out on his anus. He sighed. I took another glob of cream on my finger
again, and now I very slowly pushed on his anus. After some resistance he
opened and my finger slid inside him. He grunted. I pushed on the finger,
and soon it was up to the second knuckle. The heat inside him was
incredible. He grunted again, and I asked him if he was all right.

"Yes, it's only that it is strange."

I continued to push my finger inside him. Soon all of it was inside, and I
moved it back and forth a bit.

"Mmmm, nice." He commented.

I slowly withdrew my finger. "I think we better rinse you out" I told him.
"Just lay still!" I told him when he started to get up from the bed with an
alarmed look on his face.

"I'm back in a minute, lie still!" I told him and went out to the bathroom.

The big douche enema balloon was ready in the sink. I filled the balloon
with lukewarm water from the sink. I coated the thick nozzle with cream and
went back to John. He lay on the bed, his lovely bubble but rising up in the
middle. He turned his head and looked at me and the douche with big eyes.

I pried open the crack between his buns, the little wrinkled rosebud
glistening with the cream I had pushed into it. I placed the round end of
the nozzle against the opening that looked very shut. I careful applied
pressure to the nozzle while slowly rotating it. John grunted, and suddenly
the muscles down there gave way, and the black nozzle slowly crept inside
him. It was very fascinating to see the black nozzle ever so slowly creeping
inside him, I could not help thinking about what else that could slide into
him...

He grunted again. "Stop, can you?" The nozzle was halfway inside him. I
stopped pressing the nozzle inside him. Instead I applied pressure to the
balloon, and the water started seeping inside him.

"Oh!" was his response. "I can feel the water coming inside me! Oh!"

I pushed on the douche again while keeping up the pressure on the balloon.
The nozzle went on creeping inside him. Soon the nozzle was all inside him,
the big rubber seal on the bottom of the nozzle resting against his glowing
buns. I crammed the balloon between my hands, and the rest of the water ran
inside him. I withdrew the nozzle very slowly and careful after a while. I
could see his anus clinging to the nozzle while it slowly reappeared again.
When I had withdrawn the nozzle all the way I turned him over on his back.
His dick stood hard up along his stomach. His ball sack was small and
wrinkled, clinging hard to his crotch. He had placed his arm over his eyes,
pretending not to see what I did or me.

I carefully pressed on his lower stomach. He moaned. I started a light
massage of his stomach, taking care not to touch his straining dick every
time my hands passed close to it. He moaned again and pressed his dick up
and towards my hands. His foreskin had glided all the way down from the
purple and shiny head. He was hot!

"I think I have to go to the bathroom now!" he hissed between his teeth and
rose very careful from the bed.

He went over towards the bathroom with short steps, pressing his buns
together. As soon as he passed the doorstep to the bathroom I could hear the
lid to the toilet banging open, and fast after that his relieved sighing. I
head he flushed the toilet and washed his hands, then he came back into my
bedroom, red in his face, and with his dick still hard up against his
stomach.

"Come here. Lie on the bed on your stomach." I told him. He lay down,
reaching under himself and grunting when rearranging his hard dick. His cute
bubble butt rose up from the middle of the bed.

"Now I will examine the reflexes in you anus, so please lie still while I
examine you." I told him in my most doctor-like voice.

On my bed stand I had put a couple of vibrators. While he looked on with big
eyes, I picked up a slim flexible vibrator, formed as a long thin dick. I
coated it with cream. Parting his buns with one hand I put the end of the
vibrator against his small puckered whole deep down in his cleft. I pushed
on the vibrator, and slowly it slid inside him. I turned on the vibrator.
The humming was almost drowned by John's exclamation when he felt the live
thing pressing inside him. I pushed it halfway inside him, then withdrew it
almost all the way. At the same time I wriggled it from side to side. I
pushed it down into him again, and this time he met the vibrator with his
but, pushing it against the live intruder.

"Oh, that's nice!" he exclaimed when I hit something inside him, and his
body trembled.

"Good. That means that you're ok. Now, lets look at you front." I pushed the
vibrator as far inside him I dared, and took hold of his hip and turned him
around. His dick was flat against his stomach, the head wet with precum. His
ball sack was almost totally gone, the wrinkled skin pressing the goods
against his groin. His chins glowed red, his eyes shone wet through half
closed lids. His breathing came shallow and fast.

While the vibrator summed down between his legs, I took hold of his dick. He
grunted when I slowly pulled his foreskin up and down on the swollen head.
But when I bent down over him and took him into my mouth and started sucking
on him, he started moaning. His dick was so hot and hard in my mouth. I
could taste something slightly salt when my tongue glided over the soft
head. But when I let him glide all the way inside me and sucked hard at the
same time, a powerful cum suddenly and without warning washed over his body.
His body buckled under me while he yelped and cried. His dick convulsed in
my mouth, and spat out string after string with cum I swallowed as fast I
could.

At last he relaxed back into the bed and showed my head of him. "Come on,
lie in bed with me!" he whispered to me.

Before my back was down on the bed, his fingers were at my belt and my
trousers. Some zipping and tugging, and I were as naked down there as him.
My very hard dick smiled to us before he bent over me and took it into his
mouth as deep as he could. His tongue started caressing the head of my dick
while he sucked hard on it. I took hold of the damp hair on his head, and
pushed him careful down on me. He took my dick halfway inside his mouth
before he let it glide out again and concentrated on the head.

Being so fired up as I was, it took him only a minute or so to bring me over
the edge. The feeling in my dick almost became too intense to bear. With red
light exploding inside my eyes, I cum hard and fast inside his mouth. I had
the feeling that I emptied tons and tons of cum inside him, but this tine he
swallowed it all.

As soon as my dick stopped leaking cum, he laid down beside me and kissed me
with a big open mouth. I could taste my own cum when he probed my mouth with
his tongue.

"Mmm, that was nice!" he murmured in my ear.

"Yes, very nice." I whispered back to him.

I hugged him closer, sliding my hands over the warm and silken skin on his
back. He responded with pressing his head down in the hollow at my shoulder.
His fragrant black hair nuzzled my chin. I could smell summer, sun, wind and
the special sweet boy smell he radiated. I was in pure heaven for a short
time till suddenly my cell phone rang.

"Don't go!" he mumbled and tried to hold be back when I rose up to get the
phone. His hand slid down my chest while I stood up at the floor. My
trousers were still around my ankles, and I almost fell flat on my face when
I tried to walk over to the chair where I had laid the phone. His naked body
with the perfect rounded forms, topped by his bubble butt there he was flat
on his face on the bed, shock with laughter. A laughter shut short when I
hissed to him that it was his mom on the phone.

"Tom, is that you?" her voice reached me on the phone.

"Yes." I tried as well as I could.

"I have a problem I hope you can help us out with."

"Yes?" this time I tried with a question mark at the end. I was getting
better.

"John's father just called me. He has to be one more month in Japan, and
will not be home before the end of August."

"Yes?" I tried desperately to think of something more intelligent to say
while trying to figure out where this was leading.

"My office wants me in London for a fortnight in two weeks time. I said yes
to my office weeks ago, but I did not know that John's father would not be
home by then. I have to go to London, but then we have John." I was
beginning to get the picture. They wanted me to look after John. I would
love to, only that I was due for my yearly vacation in Israel in one week's
time, and was scheduled to be away three weeks.

John's mother must have felt my hesitation, and went on: "Yes, I know it's a
big thing to ask you, but what we want to know if is John can be with you
those weeks I'm in London.

"Yes, I would like .... But  ..... you know" my voice trailed off.

"Yes we know that you're going to Israel. But we thought you maybe could
take John along. You know he wants so much to go to Israel, and we thought
maybe that with you he would be safe and maybe you would not mind his
company, you know."

What did she mean by that "you know"? Did they know?

"We will pay all extra expenses of course, and even put in some extra money
so that you can rent a car and stay at nice hotel." She continued. "Please
Tom, help us out here."

Thinking it over, I could see no obstacles to John joining me, rather on the
opposite.

"Well, yes, that might not be impossible, I mean can I help you out and it
can be done, yes, I think he can go with me, sure." John bolted upright in
the bed, his face a big question mark. I could see his lips forming the
words "me, to Israel?" I nodded. His face lit up like the thorn bush that
lit the day in the desert that time in the Biblical time. His lips silently
screamed "YES!!" and he jumped from the bed and ran over to me, hugging me
so tightly that I almost fell over.

"Can you come over this evening, so we can go over the details?" John's
mother was still at the phone.

"Yeah, sure." But then it suddenly struck me. Plane tickets! "But how can
you get tickets to John on so short notice?" I asked. "The cheap tickets get
sold out months in advance you know." So now she new that I knew, or
whatever!

"It's no problem. We have checked with El Al  -  you're flying El Al right?
-  and there's lot of tickets left in business class. We can just buy one
for John and upgrade yours. See you tonight then? Come for dinner, and bring
John, will you!" With the last little gibe she rang off.

As soon as I had turned of the phone John yelled and screamed, and
high-fived me on and on. "Yes! Yes! I'm going to Israel with you!! Yes!!"

The next hour I had to answer thousands of questions from John. When we were
going, where we were going, what we were going to do, what to wear, how the
food was like, if the beaches was nice, and on and on and on. I answered all
the questions, his happiness rubbing off on me.

...

That's all for now. I hope you liked it. As you might understand, the store
leads up to Israel, my favorite topic. But this time no death and sorrow,
only sex and fun!


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