Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2005 03:47:06 +0000 (GMT) From: Dan Perducci Subject: College Town (Part Four) College Town (Part Four) By Dan Perducci danperducci@yahoo.co.uk The clock on my table read 11:11. "Make a wish," Garrett whispered audibly. I moaned deliciously and revealed a devilish grin. How could I wish for something, or somebody, in such an immoral way? My breathing was still heavy but measured. The smoothness of his flesh triggered enormous guilt in my heart of hearts. It was wrong but I ignored my conscience and did it anyways. How could I drift so swiftly into this? I started to reflect on how easy it was for me to jerk off three or four times in an hour with no problem back when I was...Garrett's age. The bathroom door was locked and my parents were both at work. It was after school and I only had a good two hours until they came home and fixed dinner. I snapped out of my masturbatory flashbacks. Garrett's body was warming up for another go at it. He wrapped his leg around me and pressed his hardening member against me with subtle enthusiasm. He seemed to be testing the waters to see if he could turn a snap sex session into something deeper. I responded once his kisses came down on my neck and upper chest. I took my fingers and ran them through his shaggy teen hair. His breath on me turned me on with its warmth and muskiness. I gently pushed him back onto the floor and returned his kisses with those of my own. I ran a path down his body and settled my mouth on the space just below his navel. The patch of sandy brown pubic hair was sparse and smelled of someone who ran the track for a few laps. Curiosity and opportunity now combined to give me my first taste of oral sex on another male. I wished that I knew what to do. Although I knew what I liked, it proved to be strange when the tables were turned. I closed my eyes and went down on him in a crazy instant. I immediately morphed into a teenage girl in my mind because of Garrett's reaction. His hands rested on the back of my head. In my mind, I was even giggling like a horny schoolgirl. My tongue started playing tricks on this unique taste of skin. This experience was teaching me as I went along. I took to using one hand to jack him off as I pleasured him with my lips. "He must think that I've done this before," I thought to myself. "Ugghhh," he muttered. He exhaled through pursed lips like he was making a faint whistling sound. He raised his hips and lowered them in rhythmic fashion. He was basically fucking my face. I closed my eyes and savored the pulsing of the expanding penis in my mouth. I steadied myself whenever the back of my mouth tickled and used my free hand to grasp my hard on. Was this lust or love? This moment made something click in my mind. If this meant that I was gay, I was ready to accept it and run off with this kid. My body was erasing all reason. I was ready to quit school and do whatever it took to make myself feel this good again, and again, and again. "Chad, I'm about to..." Garrett called out. He grunted and I felt Garrett's shooting off into my mouth. It was warm and run its course to my throat. I opened my mouth and released Garrett. He continued to ejaculate onto my face and neck. We barely spoke a word in this encounter but our actions said a hell of a lot for the both of us. I was not prepared for what Garrett would say next. TO BE CONTINUED