Date: Mon, 18 Oct 1999 01:55:47 -0700
From: daviscam@been-there.com
Subject: Blue Rinse

I watched him smile, and knew I would have to be on my best behavior.  His
lips were so perfect, so lickable.  I wanted our mouths suctioned like a
good Garfield, our tongues playing "duck duck goose" and our bellies
sliding like ice cubes in Saran Wrap.
	I hadn't seen him in a few months, at least.  He'd gotten his
ass-kicked and spent the summer bouncing between re-hab and a protective
mother.  Since June, his face had become longer, less round, and more
angled.  Where his glasses once pressed against his face, they now sat on
the cheekbones that had erupted from his skull.  His hair was of a shorter
cut, less blonde from the spending of a summer inside.  I had to repeat my
oath to myself when I viewed his legs.  Slipping from underneath the dark
denim and stretching into his socks before burying themselves in high tops,
they were pale-bone beneath their blonde down.  The store I was working in
had a couple of customers, so it was easy to keep the conversation light
and age-appropriate.
	"How's it going, David?", I asked him.
	"Same old, same old, y'know", he said, his voice cracking.  I'd
always found his young voice alluring, but the new sound was going to be an
even harder to resist tenor.  We went back and forth, a couple of clean,
stupid jokes, until the place cleared out.  David watched the last
customers leave, then floored me.
	"What's the difference between gay and bisexual?", he asked me.
	"What?", I asked.  I'm not used to being stuttermouthed and my
conversations with David had run along the sex borderlines before, but
never so abruptly.  I tried to look him in the eye, but my eyes kept
wandering his body.
	"I know that gay is when two guys do it, but, I don't know".  My
eyes watched his shorts, and sure enough, they were tenting.  He'd stuffed
his hands into his back pockets.
	"Oh man, why do you ask me stuff like this?", I asked David,
rolling my eyes and knowing the reason while trying to hide my own tent.
	"My mom said you were bisexual", he stated, and I could tell by the
look in his eye that was well-aware of my growing hardon.  "And I thought
you'd know".
	"Bi is when you can do it with a guy or a girl", I said.
	"So you do it with both?", he asked.
	"Yeah", I said, noticing his tent had become a line running to the
top of his shorts.  He pulled his right hand out and adjusted himself
slowly.  My thoughts of "You're reading too much into this" were quickly
destroyed by his next question.
	"Would you suck me?".
	Half of me, hell, three-fourths of me, wanted to drop to my knees,
but I steadied myself with a hand on the counter and the remaining 25% of
my wits.
	"I think the customers might find that a bit offensive", I said.
	"Not now", he laughed, his voice cracking again and sending shivers
through my crotch.  "After you close.  My mom won't be home until 10
tonight".  It was Sunday, the store closed at 6.  That meant three and half
hours with this horny adolescent.
	"Come here", I said and walked to the back of the store.  I didn't
dare look back at him.  My dick was raging underneath my pants.  I felt
like every pulse would send my belt back a notch.  When I got to the most
hidden part of the store, I turned around.  Sure enough, he had followed.
I had to make sure this was for real.  "Do you jerk off?" I asked him.
	"All the time" he answered.
	"Do you cum?", I asked.
	"Since last year", David said, his voice proud.
	"When you get really hard, without touching it, does your dick get
wet?".  He didn't answer verbally.  He pulled open his denim shorts and
showed me his underwear.  I could see the outline of his angled, hard, 4
inch shaft and his tight balls, but his head showed through the thin, wet,
white cotton.  It was stuck off to the left, slicked up against the
waistband.  I put my fingers on it, and slid them down along the outline of
his dick.  I could take his pulse by the throbbing of his hard boydick.
	He put his hands on my zipper and I didn't protest.  He pulled open
my fly and I took my fingers off him long enough to undo my belt and slide
my khaki's down.  My head and about an inch of my dick was sticking out
above the top of my boxers.  David wasted no time.  His mouth was on my
head, licking the pre-cum and then wrapping his lips around my cut.  I
could feel his nose in my pubes, his tongue on my shaft as my underwear was
pulled down to my ankles.  My balls were drawn tight and I wanted to cum,
but I had to taste him before I shot my load.  I pulled back.
	He followed and sucked me deeper into his mouth.  My head was
ramming the back of his throat as he slid up and down me.  My shaft rubbed
the sides of his teeth but it was the soft lining of his stretched cheeks
that did me in: I shot a huge wad down his throat.
	David swallowed and kept sucking, but I came faster than his small
mouth could handle.  The second shot I could feel on the sides of my cock.
My cum dripped from the the corner of his lips after the third and he
gagged on my fourth shot, releasing my dick from his sweet mouth as the
drained gush sprayed across his face and into his hair.  I jerked two more,
smaller shots onto his forehead as he kneeled before me, a cum-soaked angel
wanting more.
	His own dick was now poking out from his underwear and leaving an
arc of precum beneath his hairless navel.  He stood up and I went down,
pulling his shorts with me, freeing his young hardness.  Taking his
mushroom head into my mouth and pulling it down revealed a small thatch of
blond hairs at his base.  I engulfed his hardon and rubbed my nose in their
sparseness, sniffing them, enjoying their boy-musk.
	David put his hands on the back of head as I pulled back, pushing
me back to the base before I had a chance to enjoy his cut head.  My second
attempt gave me a chance to run my tongue along his rim, and I slid my
fingers into the crack of his ass as I did.
	His ass was already soaked with sweat, and it took no pressure to
push the tip of my finger every so slightly into his hole.  That was enough
to send David over the edge and he shot four strong streams of cum down my
throat, pressing my face against his belly as his thin dick tried to enter
my throat.


I couldn't wait for six o'clock....