Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2020 19:40:35 -0700 From: Spike Meyers Subject: Devin, 1 of 1, Gay, Adult-Youth Donate: Please consider donating to this website. Without your donations, Nifty may not be able to keep this site up and running for your reading pleasure. Whatever you can afford will be appreciated. Notice: This story is a work of fiction and contains explicit sexual material. It may also include, incest, sex between a minor(s) and an adult males(s), and sexual fetish. If you are offended by such material, do not read this work of fiction. The character(s) in this work are not based on any known person(s). Devin I met Devin in 1982; I was 12 years old. My mother and Devin's mother were friends. I came home from school one day and this woman, whom I had never seen before, and my mother were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes, and talking. My mother introduced her to me as her friend, June Matthews. "Mrs. Matthews just started work today at the Shop Rite as a checker." mother tells me. "We are going to be working together." I responded with the traditional "Hello. It's nice to meet you Mrs. Matthews." Mother asked if I had homework. I said, "Yes mom; mostly math." "OK then" she says, "off you go then." As I started to leave the kitchen, mother says to me, "Dinner is at 5:30. Don't be late OK." I won't forget mom", I said as I started walking out of the kitchen. I went to my room to start my homework. About 30 minutes later, I heard a car pull up in front of the house. I went to the window to see who it was. I watched as a man got out of the car. He walked around to the passenger side, placed his hands on the door and leaned down slightly towards the window. After a few seconds, he stepped back from the car door. The car door opened and another man got out of the car. The man driving the car was older and a little shorter than the other man. I didn't recognize either of them. The older man was wearing a gray suit like a businessman. He had dark hair and was about the size of my dad. My dad was a long-haul truck driver so he was gone a lot of the time working. The younger man was a little taller than the older man. He was wearing jeans and an orange polo shirt. He had dark, black hair; it was cut short but curly on top. I saw the older man reach up and wrap his arm around the shoulder of the younger man as they started their way up the sidewalk towards the house. I could see the younger man's locks kind of bouncing up and down a little as they walked. I couldn't get a good look at their faces as they were looking down. There was something that I really liked about the younger man. For some reason, he intrigued me. I just had to know who they were, especially the younger one. At 12 years old, I already knew I liked boys; especially boys a bit older than me. I especially liked Mr. Clark, my math teacher. I loved it when he would come over to my desk in school, lean over my shoulder, and give me personal instructions. I would get such a tingle. I hurried out of my bedroom and down the hall to the top of the stairs, listening intently to try and hear what they were saying. I heard one of the kitchen chairs move across the floor. Instinctively I knew it was mother; she heard the car pull up too. Mother opened the door before the men could knock on the door. As I snuck farther down the stairs to hear better, I heard mother say. "Hello, can I help you?" I could hear the man's voice but I couldn't make out what he was saying because they were still outside on the porch. I heard my mom say, "Oh yes, of course. Yes, June is here. June your husband and son are here. Please, won't you come in. May I offer you boys a cup of coffee?" I heard who I believed to be the older man say, "Why yes. Thank you. A coffee sounds good." He had a deep voice. "Just one then?" I heard my mother ask. "Yes please; just one" said the man with the deep voice. "Coming right up" I hear mother say. The cream and sugar are on the table." I hear Mrs. Matthews say to my mother, "Dawn, this is my husband, Michael and my son, Devin." I hear my mom, "I am so pleased to meet you both. Please, have a seat." Now I have names; I at least know their names. The younger man is Devin; he is their son. I just have to get a better look at him. My curiosity has always gotten the better of me. I am determined to see Devin. I will go down to the kitchen and get something to drink. As I make my way down the stairs to the kitchen, I can hear them talking, however, I have no idea what they are saying or what they are talking about. My mission is to find out what Devin looks like. That is all I care about. As I enter the kitchen, I immediately scan the room for Devin. My mother sees me first. "Honey, do you need something?" she asks. I said "I just came down to get something to drink." "There is iced tea in the refrigerator; help yourself. But first, I want to introduce you to Mr. Matthews and his son, Devin." The dad, Mr. Matthews, is closest to me, so I extend my hand; "nice to meet you Mr. Matthews" I say. He shakes my hand and says, "Hello young man, it's very nice to meet you too. This is my son, Devin." Our kitchen is not very big and with so many in the kitchen, I would have had to squeeze by Mr. Matthews to shake Devin's hand. I wanted to get closer to him; to shake his hand, but I didn't want to have to squeeze behind his dad. I decided to step to the side just a little for a better view of Devin. I looked at him and said, "Hi Devin, I'm Dale" as I waved hello. "Hi Dale" Devin says with a smile, "Nice to meet you." I was so taken with him; his dark, curly hair, blue eyes, and dimples. He was so cute he gave me goosebumps. I heard my mom ask, "How is the homework going Dale?" Then she said to Mr. Matthews, "He has math homework tonight." "Math", Devin's dad says. That was one of Devin's favorite subjects. He is really good at math. Do you need any help?" his dad asks. Not waiting for my reply, he says, "Perhaps Devin can help you if your mom has no objection." "Oh, thank you Mr. Matthews, but we don't want to impose" my mother says. My heart sank. "No imposition at all" Devin says quickly. `I'd be happy to help Dale. It would be my pleasure." I was so happy to hear Devin say that. I was jumping up and down inside. "What do you say Dale? Would you like my help?" Devin asks. I could hardly believe it. I quickly said excitedly, "Yes, that would be great." "You got it Buddy", he says. Let's go." Devin stood up, pushed the kitchen chair in, and started to squeeze thru behind his dad. As he squeezed behind his father to get by, he stood on his tip toes, the rim of the back of the chair riding just below his package, lifting it up and forward as it slid across the surface of the back of the chair. What a sight to behold. I could see his bulge sliding across the chair. I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding. Devin stepped forward and stood beside me. "Thank you so much Devin. I really appreciate it." Mother says. Devin looked at my mother, nodded his head and smiled. "Dale, mother says, aren't you forgetting something? Your iced tea. Aren't you thirsty?" "That's OK mom. I changed my mind." "Are you ready then Dale?" Devin asks, placing his hand on my shoulder. I detected the faint smell of Brut 33 on him. My father uses that scent and I really like it. I like to take the cap off and smell it sometimes. I shook my head yes, grabbed him by the hand, the one resting on my shoulder, and escorted him to the stairs. I was so excited; he touched me, I was touching him, actually holding his hand. I increased my grip just a tad. I was so drawn to Devin; there was a kind of excitement for me. It's interesting how some people can have that effect on you. That was the very first time I met Devin. We hit it off right from the get-go despite our age difference. I was really taken by him. Over the next couple of years, mother and I saw a lot of Devin and his mom. I always looked forward to his visits. My attraction towards him never wavering for an instant. We became close friends fairly quickly. They, Devin, and his mom, came over to the house with some frequency; sometimes together, sometimes individually. His father, not so much; he worked a lot. Devin would stay and have dinner with mother and I at least twice a week. Mother became very fond of Devin and vice versa. I think because my mother and Devin's mother were friends, neither of them questioned my friendship with Devin; even though he was about 6 years my senior. I think it also helped that he was my academic tutor from time-to-time. We got to spend a lot of time together so we knew each other well. He was my best friend. I loved him. When I was about 14, (Devin was around 20) one night after dinner, Devin and I were sitting on the couch watching TV; just the two of us. It was about 9:30 PM. Mother was already in bed as she had an early shift at the supermarket. We were just sitting at opposite ends of the couch watching TV, our sock feet resting on the coffee table. Actually, Devin's feet were hanging off the other side of the coffee table. Devin stands 6' 2". He is tall, lean, and very nicely proportioned. He has these deep blue eyes that you could just fall into. His thick, black hair, often in disarray, surrounding his handsome face. He has a beautiful smile and dimples. I find his dimples so sexy. To me, Devin is the cat's meow. All he has to do is smile at me and I just melt inside. I have been jerking off thinking about him for two years now. I would gladly do anything he asked of me. A commercial came on and he shifted to a laying position on the couch. He rested his head on the arm of the couch, extending his legs length-wise on the sofa, his feet across my lap. I looked over at him and he gave me a sly smile. "You don't mind, do you?", he asked. "My feet are screaming". "Who do you think you are?", I asked him jokingly. "If you were really my friend", he says, "You would give me a foot rub." I looked at him and said jokingly, "In your dreams." Please, please, please, he begs, rub my feet." Secretly, I was elated, I would gladly rub his feet and anything else he wanted. Although I protested a little bit just for show, I was delighted to put my hands on him; any excuse would do. I sighed and said, "Oh, OK you big baby." Secretly I was jumping for joy. I said pick up your feet just a little. I moved slightly to the left so I was at an angle on the couch, slightly facing him. I bent my left leg and placed my left foot under my right leg. Ok I said, put your feet on my lap. I was just so happy to touch him. I didn't care if it was only his feet. I grabbed his right foot. Starting at the toes, I gently squeezed, pushed his toes back with minimal pressure and maneuvered his foot as I saw my dad do to my mother after work one day. I then proceeded to work the ball, arch and heel of his foot with my thumbs. Initially starting with light pressure and gradually increasing pressure little-by-little. This was my first experience as a masseur. I had no clue what I was doing. I was only mimicking what I saw my dad do to mom's feet. Based on Devin's little moans, I must have been doing something right. As I was working on his feet, his foot slipped out of my hands, landing my lap; his sock halfway down his foot. In my attempt to not let his foot fall in my crotch, I instinctively grabbed his foot and only getting a couple of toes. His toes slipped halfway down the sock leaving me clutching nothing but the tip of his sock in my hand. I looked down at his foot in my lap, his sock hanging halfway off his foot; the other end still in my hand. We looked at each other and started to laugh. He looked at me and said, "just take it off. Take the other one off too." I pulled at his sock, exposing his entire foot. Suddenly an intense desire came over me; I wanted to cradle his bare foot in my hands and kiss the top of his foot. Instead, I took a deep breath and just removed his other sock. I placed both of Devin's feet together in my lap. I placed both hands over the top of his feet and began to rub them. They were so warm from his socks. The bare skin of his feet felt so good in my hands. One foot at a time, I pressed his toes back to give them a little stretch. I gently pulled on each of his toes. I heard his toe crack. It startled me, I thought that I hurt him. I looked at him with surprise in my face. "No worries", he said. It actually felt good. It's OK. Do it again." He immediately put me at ease. I must have rubbed and massaged his feet for 20 minutes. I forgot all about the TV. Devin sure did. Every time I looked at him, his eyes were closed. It made me feel so good. I was so happy he was enjoying what I was doing to his feet. I was absolutely enjoying it and I had a hardon to confirm it. One leg at a time, I slowly made my way over his foot and up his pants leg to his calve. His legs were somewhat hairy but not too thick. I worked my way up his leg to the back of this calve and then around to the front of his shin and back down to his foot. I did this repeatedly, pausing occasionally to work his leg muscle. His legs felt so good; I could feel the muscle and power in his legs. I ran my hands up his legs as far as his jeans would let me go. "Damn!", Devin says, that feels so fucking good. You are really good; you can massage me anytime." As if running my hands half way up Devin's beautiful legs was not enough to almost make me cum in my pants; here he is, telling me how good I am making him feel. I was on cloud nine; my dick was so fucking hard. I was half way to Devin's promise land. I was completely in my own world. I had all I could do to not jump on top of him. I wanted him so fucking bad. I had fantasized about him for so long. My dick was aching; I was so full of desire for him I thought I was going to lose my mind. God, he makes me crazy. I heard Devin moan. "Man, that feels so good!" he said. Can you reach a little farther up my leg; behind my kneecap?" His query snapped me out of my fog. I wasn't quite sure that I heard him right. "Can I what?" I asked. "Can you reach a little farther up my leg?" he repeats the question. "Let me see" I said. I extended my reach as far as I could. His jeans stopped me just before his kneecap. "Sorry", I said; your jeans are too tight. I can't go any farther than this as I squeezed his leg." "Shit", he says. I'll just have to take my pants off." It stopped me in my tracks; his legs in my hands. I was literally flabbergasted. Did I really just hear him say that he's going to take his pants off. My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to faint. I did not say anything; I couldn't. I just looked at him. He gave me a little smile, flashing me those perfect dimples. I regained my composure and quickly pulled my hands out of his pants legs before he changed his mind. He swung his legs around to the floor as he sat up on the couch. I fully expected him to say, "Sike! I'm not taking my pants off. Are you crazy?" Instead, I watched as he stood and started to unbuckled his belt. I could not believe what I was seeing. He's actually going to take his pants off. I was so excited I could hardly breath. I could not take my eyes off him. As he stood in front of me, I watched him grab the buckle of his belt and pull it open. I heard the buckle jingle as he let it fall. I was breathing so hard my mouth felt like it was bone dry. "He's doing it" I said to myself. I was frozen. I couldn't move. He reached for the button on his jeans and with one hand and popped it open. He grabbed the waistband of his jeans with his left hand and with the right, took a hold of his zipper and pulled it down. I was so fixated on him the house could have collapsed and I wouldn't know anything about it. He had my complete and undivided attention. I watched him grab a hold of the waistband on either side of his jeans. He leaned forward ever so slightly, pushing his ass back a little bit, and began to lower his jeans. As he lowered his pants, the right side of his tightly-whites got snagged on his jeans and went with them, exposing half of the right side of his ass cheek before he stopped. He chuckled a little and said "Whoops!" I could see the cleft in his right ass check as he flexed to halt the decent of his underwear any farther. I got a good side-view look of his beautiful, muscular ass. How I have fantasized about this guy for so long and now here he is, standing in front of me, half of his ass exposed for my viewing pleasure. Much to my chagrin, he pulled the right-side of his underwear back up and continued to remove his jeans. When he had lowered them to just below his kneecaps, he sat back down on the couch and finished taking them off completely. He quickly folds his jeans and places them on the floor at the end of the couch. I watch him as he places his jeans on the floor and I can't help notice the lateral muscle flex down his right side as he extends his arms out and over the end of the couch. His very form-fitting t-shirt riding up slightly displaying the waistband of his Fruit of the Looms. I am in awe of him. My cock is throbbing. I may only be 14, but I know what I like. I have always been attracted to older guys, and this guy, I really, really like. I have known and accepted the fact that I'm gay long ago. I must have jerked off thinking about him at least 100 times. Devin stands up, turns to me, and adjusts his underwear, pulling them up a little. He reaches into his underwear and grabs his package and adjusts it too. I can't believe that this cute guy, the object of my jerk off fantasies, is standing right in front of me at crotch level; less than 12 inches from my face. God, how I want to grab him and force my whole face in his crotch and inhale to full capacity. I can see the outline of his cock in his underwear. I can hardly believe this is happening. I am just beside myself, my heart, beating so fast. I suddenly feel a tap on the shoulder. It is Devin. He snaps his fingers twice in front of my face to get my attention. "Hey, are you with me Buddy, he asks. Is everything OK?" "Oh! Sorry; yes, I said, everything is good." "I was asking you a question, he says". "I'm sorry; what, um, what, what is your question, I fumble." I asked if you thought that by taking my pants off, it would be much easier for you. "Don't you think?" he asks. "Oh yes, I said. Yes; this is so much better! This is perfect." My mouth feels so dry; I must have been breathing heavily through my open mouth. I feel a little dizzy. He looks down at me again and smiles, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, he says very softly, can I ask you a question? Promise me you won't get mad he almost whispers." I'm trying so hard to get control of myself, I closed my eyes, just for a second or two, and shook my head in the affirmative. I opened my eyes, looking him directly in the face, and say, "Ask away, I promise I won't get mad." I responded to him in the same soft manner. Releasing his grip on my shoulder, he placed his hands on his hips, elbows bent, his basket so close to my face. I am having a little difficulty focusing again. Very softly he says, "You like what you see don't you?" I felt this rush of heat flow thru my face and I can hardly breathe. I immediately looked away from him, trying to catch my breath. He placed two fingers on my chin, turning my face back to him. He said, "Buddy, look at me. Are you sexually attracted to me?" he asked again. As he looked down at me, I felt yet another flush of heat in my face. I tried to swallow and almost choked; I could hardly breathe again. "Hey, hey" he says as he squats down in from of me. He grabs by chin looking directly in my eyes. "It's OK; It's OK if you're attracted to me. I don't mind." He says in a very calm and soothing voice. I looked him in the eyes; I could hardly believe what I just heard him say. Immediately, I felt more relaxed. I shook my head yes, took a deep breath and said "I really like you Devin. A lot." He looked right in my eyes for several seconds; neither one of said anything. I realized that I was holding my breath. Finally, Devin says "Good. I can only guess how hard that was for you to tell me. I'm really glad you told me. I just want you to know that it's OK." He must have seen the relief I felt in my face. He put his arms around me and gave me a tight hug. "It's OK Buddy. Everything is going to be OK." For the first time I hugged him as I have always wanted. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed tightly, resting my head on his shoulder. I could feel his body heat; I was in heaven. It felt so incredible to be in his arms. We stayed like that for at least a minute; maybe more. I did not want to let him go. "Hey, you know what" he said. I released my grip on him and leaned back. "What" I asked. He gives me a big smile and says "I felt your hardon when you were massaging my legs. You got a hardon massaging my legs." "You knew I asked." "Of course, I knew, he says. I could feel your hard cock when you were rubbing my feet." "How? How could you feel it?" I asked. "Every time you set one foot down in your lap and switched to the other foot, I could feel your hardon on my foot. You had a hardon the whole time." "But you didn't say anything; you didn't even move your foot." No, I didn't move my foot. I was happy you were enjoying rubbing my feet as much as I was enjoying you rubbing my feet. That's why I let you do it for so long. I am very flattered that you like me. I have had a feeling that you did for a while now. I just wasn't sure." "I'm just glad that you are not mad at me" I said. "No Buddy, there is absolutely no reason to be mad at you" he said. He stood up and then sat down next to me on the couch; his leg touching mine. After about a minute, he checks his watch. "Hey, it's not even 10:15 yet." he says to me with that sly smile I love so much. He jumps up off the couch, standing in front of me with his legs spread slightly, "Do you want to massage me some more?" he asks as he playfully rubs down his torso to his thighs. I looked up at him and smiled; I shook my head yes enthusiastically. "Yes", he whispers excitedly as he pretends to pull down on the imaginary air horn. It brought a smile to my face. Devin lied back down on the couch; his long legs completely extended behind me. I was still sitting on the end of the couch cushion, my feet flat on the floor. He bends his left leg at the knee and nudges me in the back ever so gently. I looked over at him. He gave me a mischievous smile. He makes heart speed up a bit. I smiled at him. He fluttered his eyebrows at me and smiled. "What are you waiting for?" he asked, repeatedly nudging me in the back with his bent knee. "OK, just give me a second" I said as I turned on the couch to face him. I reached over and grabbed his leg bending and sliding his foot closer to his butt. I grabbed his other leg, which was still fully extend on the couch, and did the same. I moved back into the couch, facing him, sitting Indian style if you will. I grabbed both of his bent knees and placed them on each of my legs on either side of my body. He uttered a little moan and placed his hands behind his head, elbows bent, propped up against the arm of the couch. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I said, "Hey. Now I have a request of my own." He opened one eye, "What is your request?" he asked. I said, "Take your t-shirt off. You took your pants off, why not the shirt too?" He opened the other eye and gave me a big smile; those dimples get me every time. Without saying a word, he sat up on the couch, pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, and lowered himself back down, resuming his previous position after tossing his shirt on the floor next to the couch. I looked at him, the object of my affection, spread eagled across my legs. I took my time appreciating his beauty. His beautiful torso, his armpits, his stomach muscles with a very soft-looking, silky, happy trail leading down into his Froot of the Looms. His tighty-whities displaying his mound of manhood entirely for my pleasure. My eyes scanned up and down his body over and over; he is so fucking gorgeous. My cock twitches. I placed my hand on top of each of his feet. I rubbed the top his feet gently down to his toes. I grabbed his toes, all of them in each hand, the tips of each toe in the palm of my hand, the pads of my fingers, under each toe, and applied some gentle squeezing pressure as I maneuvered his toes up and down, squeezing and gently pulling with firm pressure. His moan told me he enjoyed this, so I did it a few times repeatedly. After I did his toes, I placed the heal of each foot in the palm of my hand. I gently squeezed his heels and with thumb and index finger, just above each heel, ankle level, I gently squeezed, pulled, and applied pressure to his feet. After his heels, I moved on to his arches. I wrapped my hand around each foot, my fingers in the center of his arch, and squeezed. I applied constant pressure on his arch as I moved his foot down as far it would go comfortably, and then up and back as far as it would go. I repeated this several times too. I really did not know what I was doing, so I just kind of played it by ear; let it come naturally. As long as Devin seemed to enjoy what I was doing I was happy. I moved my hands all of the way up his legs to those beautiful thighs. I loved the shape and musculature of his legs. The hair on his legs became much thinner and silky the farther up I went. As I reached his thighs, I needed the tissue, squeezing and releasing as I go. I loved rubbing my hands over his thighs. As I reached a little farther inward, I could feel goosebumps on his legs; the hair on his legs stood up on end and I felt his legs quiver. I continued to rub the length of his legs; from his knees all of the way up to across his thighs to his underwear. As I continued to rub his inner thighs, my hand would brush up against his ball sack. I could feel his balls against my fingers as I ran my hands over his legs. He let out an elongated moan and made no attempt at moving away or flinching as I touched his sack. That gave me all of the courage I needed to do it more frequently. I ran my hands repeatedly over his thighs; each time lingering a little longer on his inner thighs against his balls. I noticed the white mound of his underwear growing. It was so exciting to watch it grow. He dressed to the right; I could see much more of his outline now. I rubbed down his legs to the kneecap again and then all of the way back up. This time, however, I did not stop at his thighs. I ran my hands up his legs, across his thighs, over the top of his underwear, feeling his hardening cock, and continued up over his stomach and chest to the base of his neck. I wanted to touch and feel as much of his body as I could. As my hands rubbed over his underwear, I felt him thrust his crotch up against my hands. I could see and feel his stomach muscles tense and tighten as he thrusted upwards. I spread the fingers of my hands out as far as I could and ran my hands across his chest and stomach. I did this very slowly enjoying the feeling of his toned musculature. I especially loved the feeling of his stomach; his skin so smooth and soft to the touch. The hair of his happy trail, silky soft. Over and over I rubbed his chest, belly, and over his underwear, feeling his hard cock. I started rubbing his cock thru his underwear; I loved feeling his hard cock in my hand. He would moan each time I gave it a little squeeze. I loved hearing him moan. I could feel the twitch of his cock as I squeezed. His cock was so hard now that he tented his underwear and lifted the elastic waistband off of his body. I could see the wet spot in his underwear. He was leaking a lot of precum. I longed to taste him. I loved the taste of my own cum. I inserted my fingers under the waistband of his underwear and felt the silky, smooth skin of his hard cock. His cock was so hot to the touch. I could feel the smooth, creamy precum. I rubbed my fingers over his cock, spreading his stickiness around. I withdrew my hand from his underwear. My fingers still wet from running them thru his precum. I could not resist licking my fingers; I had to taste him. God, his precum tasted so good; so creamy and sweet. I wanted more. I grabbed a hold of the elastic waistband of his underwear and started to pull down on his underwear. As I did, Devin thrusted up and I pulled his underwear down, exposing his beautiful, hard cock. I was in awe, I have wanted this for so long, and now it is happening. His cock was so beautiful, just like the rest of him. He was uncut; however, his cock was so hard, his foreskin was completely pulled back, exposing the head of his cock. I watched it spring to attention; standing tall and proud. I watched it pulsate and throb with each beat of his heart. I grabbed a hold of his cock and gave it a little squeeze and pulled up on it. I could see the precum oozing out of his cock. I bent forward, took the head of his cock in my mouth, and sucked the precum off his cock. God, he tastes so fucking good. I wanted all he had to give. I loved his precum better than my own, maybe because I loved him so much; who knows. When I took his cock in my mouth, he let out this gasp. When I heard him gasp, I lifted off his cock, savoring the taste of his precum. When I looked at him, his eyes were open, they have been closed until now. I thought perhaps I hurt him somehow; maybe my teeth? "Did you do what I think you just did?" he whispered. I looked at him but I did not say anything. "You just had my dick in your mouth, didn't you?" Fearing he was angry with me; I shook my head yes, my heart pounding in fear; feeling that hot flush in my face again. I thought that he was going to put a stop to what we were doing. I didn't want to stop; I wanted more of him. He looks right at me and whispers, "Did you like it? What made you decide to do that?" I looked at him and quietly shook my head and said, "Yes, I liked it. I have wanted to do this with you for a long time." He smiled at me and whispered, "Dale, you really surprised me that's all. I didn't expect you to do that. I have to admit though, I really liked it. Do you want to do it again?" I smiled at him, once again, feeling very relieved, and simply shook my head yes. "Are you sure you want to do this Buddy? He whispers. Again, I just shook my head yes. He seemed surprised. "Do you know what an orgasm is Dale?" he asked in a whisper. I smiled at him, and shook my head yes once again. "Do you know what happens when a man has an orgasm?" he waits for my response. I shake my head yes. "Do you know what semen is Dale?" he whispers. This time I whisper to him and say, "Devin, I am 14 years old. I have been jerking off thinking about you for almost two years. I know what an orgasm is, I know what cum is. I have been eating my own cum for almost a year now. I am 14, I am not stupid and I am not naïve. And, I'm not a kid anymore!" I could see the shock in Devin's face at what I said. He is looking right at me, and this time, he is the one with a flushed red face. He takes a deep breath, and whispers, "OK Buddy, I am sorry if I insulted your intelligence. I did not mean to. You are obviously growing up on me and I completely missed it. I'm sorry. You understand that what we are doing here is serious shit. I could go to jail if this gets out. Plus, I am a little confused myself right now. I kind of see you as my little brother. I love you Dale. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Do you understand?" I looked at him and whispered, "You love me?" and gave him a big smile. He looked at me as if to say, "Yes, you little shit. I love you", however, instead of saying that, he very deliberately and with force, shook his head yes. I looked at him and gave him a really big smile; ear to ear. I whispered to him, "I love you to Devin; I always have. From the moment I saw you and your dad walking up the sidewalk to my house, I was drawn to you. I saw you from my bedroom window. That is why I came downstairs that day; the day that I met you and your dad. I wanted to meet you; to see you. I was drawn to you right from the beginning. It just took me a little while to figure out why. I figured it out and so here we are; your hard cock in my hand. Don't worry Devin, I know this is dangerous for you because of my age. I know that. I know this must stay between you and me; no one else. I don't want anything bad to happen to you either." Devin listened intently to what I said. "Dale you amaze me. I feel that we have crossed a threshold here. I don't know where that will take us; I guess we will find out together. This is very important stuff; life changing stuff. So, you are really OK with what we are doing here? Do you want to continue?" "God, Devin, yes. I love this. I love you. I have wanted this for a long time. I want to continue; most definitely. I want to suck your beautiful cock until you cum in my mouth. I love the taste of your precum. I want more. I want to give you pleasure. Yes, yes, yes; 1,000 times yes." "OK, then" he whispers. I want to continue too Mr. Man." I laughed at him and said, "Mr. what?" "Mr. Man" he says. Since you went and grew up on me, I'm going to call you Mr. Man from now on; but just when we are alone together. Just you and me" I really liked that idea; it made me so happy. It's something that Devin and I can share exclusively; I loved it. "Can I please go back to sucking your cock now?" I pleaded. Devin, smiled at me, and mimicked zippering his lips. He returned to his previous position; arms behind his head and eyes closed. Only this time, he wrapped his legs around my waist. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. I started sucking slowly and felt it respond. It was wonderful to feel him grow hard in my mouth. He was hard as a rock in no time. I pulled his foreskin down so I could swirl my tongue around and under that head of his cock. I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. Each time I came up on his cock, he would thrust his hips up to plunge his cock back in my mouth. He grabbed me by the head with both hands. "Stay just like that he whispered." I want to fuck your mouth. I was more than happy to do as he said; anything he wanted was fine by me. "Stick your tongue out so I can feel it on the head my cock" he whispers. "Oh, fuck yeah, just like that. That's perfect. That's what I want; it feels so fucking good. Let me fuck your mouth. You love my cock don't you Mr. Man? I'm going to give you a nice, sweet load. You want it don't you. You want to eat my cum, don't you? I know you do. You want it bad Mr. Man. I'm gonna give it to you; I gonna give you my load. I am getting so close. Oh fuck! You're going to make me cum Mr. Man. Close your mouth; that's it. Rub your tongue under the head of my cock. That's it. Good boy. Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum. Here it comes Mr. Man. Are you ready for it?" Suddenly, Devin freezes. He stops thrusting his cock in my mouth. He is trying to be quiet; I can hear him panting thru clenched teeth. His whole body is stiff as a board. I can feel the muscles in his thighs flex and tighten; his whole body is so hard. I feel his cock start to spasm; it twitches in my mouth and then I feel it; the first squirt of cum. I feel it shoot forcefully in my mouth; there is so much. I try to swallow it but some leaks out, then the second shot, I can't handle it all. I can't breathe. I let go of his cock as and the third shot shoots straight up into the air and lands on his flat belly. I am gasping for air; the cum still leaking from my mouth and running down my chin. I take a deep breath in and exhale, and then another. I can see the cum still oozing out of Devin's cock. I take another deep breath and take Devin's cock back in my mouth. He is panting heavily. I can taste the cum still oozing out of his cock. This I can handle easily and I swallow all of it. Devin, lays his hand on the back of my head, his cock still in my mouth. I am on cloud nine. I have wanted this for so long and now it has finally happened. This is the happiest day of my life. He slowly starts to rub the back of my head. I swoon inside because he is caressing me. I feel his cock in my mouth start to soften. As it does, I can fit more of it in my mouth. I continue to rub my tongue across his piss slit. I want every drop of his cum. I hear Devin take another deep breath and exhale. "Hey. Hey. Mr. Man, are you OK?" he whispers. I look up at him, his cock still in my mouth, "AH-HAH" I mumbled. He gives me a big smile. "Thank you so much Mr. Man! That was wonderful!" he whispers. Are you sure you're OK?" he asks with a hopeful look on his face. I just looked at him. I did not want to answer him because to do that, I would have to take his cock out of my mouth. I waited so long, now that I have it, I don't want to let it go. He pokes me on the back of the head, "Hey, take my dick out of your mouth for a second OK. I need to know you are OK." "I'm OK, I whispered; I'm fine." "Did you enjoy yourself" he asks. "I had so much fun, I said. I loved it. I love sucking your cock and I love your cum. I want to do it again." Devin gave me a big smile; "Good he whispers, I'm glad because I sure enjoyed it. You like my cum huh? Did it taste good? You seemed to try and gobble it up as much as possible. I know, I cum a lot." As he was asking me that question, I pointed to the cum puddle on his belly. Instead of answering his question, I bent over and like the cum off his belly. "I guess that answers my question well enough" he said. "Come up here" he says to me patting his chest. I got up on my knees and lowered myself on his body. I loved laying on top of him, feeling him breathe and the warmth of his body heat. I was in absolute heaven. "Have you ever done that before Mr. Man? Have you ever sucked a man's cock before?" I said "No never. You are the only one I have done anything with; only you." "I want you to know that I really, really, really liked it. You made me feel so good. Thank you, Mr. Man., I mean it. Thank you." To hear this from him made me feel so good; I had the biggest smile on my face. I kissed him on the chest. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight. I was just putty in his hands. "Can we do this again?" I asked. He gave me a tighter squeeze and said, "You better believe it. We can do this as often as we want." He reached down and grabbed my ass and started rubbing it. "You have such a nice little bubble butt" he said. It made me feel so good. I was so happy he like my ass. "Guess what?" he whispers in my ear. "What?" I asked, I can feel your hardon. I reached down and grabbed his cock; he was getting hard again. "No, no. You had your turn. It's my turn now." "What do you mean?" I whispered. He did not say anything. He patted and ran his hand over my ass. He reached between my legs and found my hardon. I was still fully dressed. As he touched my hard cock through my pants, a little whimper escaped my lips. Instinctively, I thrusted forward on his hand as he fondled my cock and caressed my balls. I loved how he was touching me. No one has ever touched me like that before. "Hey" he says to me. "Sit up for a second OK? I did as he asked. "Stand up right here; right in front of the couch." As I am standing there in front of the couch, I watch him stand up. He pulls up his underwear and adjusts his package. His underwear was still pulled down around his thighs; right where I left them. "Give me just a second" he whispers. I watch him pick up his t-shirt and put it on; then his pants. It made me sad to see him get dressed. "What are you doing?" I whispered. "You'll see" he whispers back. After he was fully dressed; he grabs both of my arms; he leans down and whispers in my ear. "Now it's your turn Mr. Man." "What do you mean?" I whispered. "I am going to make you feel the way you made me feel. I am going to suck the cum right out of your cock." He leaned back down to me and kissed me right on the lips. I wasn't prepared for that; he surprised me. He sat down on the couch in front of me and positioned me so I am standing between his long legs. He reaches up and cups my crotch. It sent shivers through my body. Then he reaches up and unbuttons the top of my pants and slowly pulls the zipper down. He pulls me towards him and turns me sideways. He stands up and slides his hand down my pants and grabs my hard cock. "UMMMMM he whispers in my ear. "That feels so nice Mr. Man. I love the feel of your hard cock; I want to suck you off right now. Can I please suck your cock? Please let me suck your cock Mr. Man. I want your cum; feed me your cum baby. I have to have it. I want it so bad." As he was talking dirty to me like that, he is rubbing my cock through my underwear, his hand down my pants. God, it felt so good. I thought that he was going to make me cum right in my pants. "What do you want me to do Mr. Man? Tell me, what is it you want me to do? Don't be shy baby; just tell me what you want." I finally figured out that he was encouraging me to talk dirty to him like he was talking dirty to me when I was sucking his cock. I remembered some of the things he said to me. "You want to know what do I want", I whispered in his ear, "I want you to suck my hard cock. That's what I want. Suck my cock Devin. Make me cum in your mouth. Eat my cum load!" I felt him breathing heavy on my neck as he whispered in my ear. "You want me to suck your hard cock. Is that what you want baby? Suck the cum out of your cock and eat it?" Oh Mr. Man, I want to suck your cock so bad. I want it right now stud? Feed me your cum!" He bent down and lightly kissed me again. This time, I kissed him back. I was ready for it. He grabbed the back of my head and inserted his tongue in my mouth. He kissed me so intently; his tongue exploring my mouth, his hand still down my pants caressing and gently squeezing my hard cock. He released his grip on the back of my head and our lips parted. I wanted more; I didn't want him to stop kissing me. "I can taste my cum on your tongue" he whispers in my ear. Damn you have me so turned on again. He takes my hand and places it on his hard cock. I can feel his cock straining the fabric of his pants. "I want to suck your cock so bad" he says. I whispered back in his ear, "Do it Devin. Suck my cock; make me cum in your mouth." He kissed me hard once again, but quickly. He is breathing heavy, almost as if he has been running fast. He drops to his knees on the floor in front of me. He opens the front of my pants and buries his face in front my underwear. I hear him inhaling deeply and moaning. He pulls his face out of my underwear, grabs my pants, and pulls them down to my thighs. "Oh fuck" he whispers, look at that hard cock of yours. It's so beautiful!" As I look down, I see the tent in my tighty-whities; my cock is so hard. Devin takes my cock in his mouth; underwear and all. When I felt his hot mouth on my cock, I literally got week in the knees. I have never felt anything like that before. It was awesome. Devin felt my sudden weakness and helped support me by cupping my ass in his hands and holding me up. He released my underwear covered cock from his mouth. "Are you OK?" he whispered. "I think I need to sit down" I whispered back. He gave me the thumbs up. He shuffled me around so I could have a seat on the couch. "Better?" he asked. I just nodded in the affirmative. Devin reached in and kissed me again. "I really want to suck you off Mr. Man. Is that going to be OK or do you want me to stop?" "Oh no, please don't stop" I pleaded. I am loving this; I just felt a little weak." Devin looked me right in the eyes and smiled and then he kissed me again. "Good" he said. "I don't want to stop. I really want to suck your cock." He reached down and grabbed my underwear, "Lift up a little baby" he said. I love it when he calls me baby. I lifted by butt off the couch as he slid my underwear down to my thighs. "Oh fuck" I hear him whisper. "You are so fucking beautiful Mr. Man. Look at that gorgeous cock of yours standing at attention." He made me feel so good. He bends forward and took my cock in his mouth in one-full-swoop. Oh god that felt so amazingly good, his hot, wet mouth on my cock that I let couldn't help but cry out. I through my head back and had to catch my breath. Devin cupped my ass in his hands and starting bobbing up and down on my dick. Damn it felt so good. He lifted my ass off the couch with his hands and thrusted my cock in and out of his mouth. I thought that I was going to pass out it felt so incredible. He deep throated my cock; as he reached the base of my cock, he stuck his tongue out and licked my balls at the same time. I nearly lost my mind. I was so hard for me not to yell out. I had to cover my mouth with both hands to stay as quiet as possible. Devin let go of my cock and started licking my balls. He took my whole ball sack in his mouth and sucked me. God I never wanted him to stop. As he supported my weight in his hands and lifted my ass off the couch, he whispered to me "spread your legs apart baby as far as you can." I did just as he requested. When I spread my legs apart, he lifted by ass up a little higher and buried his tongue in my ass crack. I could not help but yell out again. It was muffled, thank God, because I still had my mouth covered in both hands. Devin licked my ass several times before lowering me back onto the couch. He took my cock back in his mouth and started bobbing up and down on my hard cock. Devin was making me feel things that I have ever experienced before. I grabbed Devin's head in both hands and thrusted my hips up to meet his hot mouth. I felt my dick harden and I shot my load in Devin's mouth. Devin let out a long moan and slowed way down sucking my dick as he swallowed my load. My cock felt so good. He continued very lovingly, and slowly, sucking my cock. He swirled his tongue around my cock knob. It felt so good, I wanted to keep my cock in his mouth forever. He slowly worked his way up my shaft and released me from his mouth; giving my cock head a final lick with his tongue. "How do you feel baby?" he whispered. I looked at him, still on his knees, and gave him a big smile. I through my arms around him and kissed him. "God, Devin." I said, that was fantastic. It felt so good. Devin leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "From now on, there is going to be a lot more of that Mr. Man. A lot more." And then he kissed me. "We better get you dressed" he said. He stood up and helped me stand up. He helped me pull up my pants and put myself back together. We sat on the couch, side by side. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I loved sucking your cock Mr. Man. I also loved it when you came in my mouth. I love your cum. I can't wait to do it again." He looked at his watch. "It's 11:30 baby. I need to go so your mom doesn't find me here in the morning; and you need to go to bed. What time is your Dad coming home?" he asks. "Not until next Friday, a week from today" I whispered. "OK, tomorrow is Saturday. You don't have school tomorrow; you can sleep in. Your mom has a 6AM early shift at the store. How about if I come over tomorrow at 11AM? That gives us 4 hours to have fun before your mom leaves work to come home. Does that work for you Mr. Man?" "I can't wait" I said. He kissed me and stood up. I couldn't help myself; I had to grab his cock. I didn't want him to go. He placed his hand on top of mine giving my hand a little squeeze; my hand in turn, squeezing his cock. "You can have as much of that as you want tomorrow. You won't go hungry, I promise. Breakfast and lunch are right here in my pants. I'll feed you good baby."