Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 13:56:37 -0800
From: Bob Hook <bobhook10@hotmail.com>
Subject: fifteeth summer (part 4)

More emotional turmoil churned my brain during the days that followed the
most recent afternoon at Al's house. In addition to the emotional clashes, I
had been a bit physically tender, as well, which served as a kind of
reminder of the events, not that in any way I wanted to ever forget them!
The whole thing had been totally incredible, arousing sensations, and
responses, that I had previously not known to exist. I had lived the whole
afternoon over again countless times, a kind of mental movie, and had rubbed
my poor cock raw in doing so! When I was able to push aside the emotional
arguments I was having with myself, it was clear how I had enjoyed every bit
of it, and I knew in my heart that I was going to make sure it happened
again.

Al had been great about the whole thing, He knew, and understood, that on
some level I was struggling with my feelings, having been through the same
scene himself, some years ago, as he came to terms with his being gay. He
allowed me all of the space that I wanted, very much no pressure, only
making it clear that should I wish further adventures, the opportunity was
more than available. How, I asked myself, again, and again, can anything so
incredible be considered so wrong, so queer, not normal? I slowly began to
realize that it wasn't me that saw it in that light, but society in general,
and my family, and church, in particular. The purely physical side of my
brain screamed at me to just do it, and enjoy, and screw society. The years
of imbedded training argued the emotional side, telling me to let it go, be
normal, sex is for males and females, not boys, and men.

Actually, that last bit was another thing that had me kind of in a quandary,
also, as I realized that suddenly I was looking at other guys, friends, and
dudes in various places, in a different way. I would find myself wondering
what they/he might look like naked, and hard, and I'd catch myself staring
at the bulges in their crotches! My constant attempts at bedding my
girlfriend suddenly didn't seem anywhere near as important as before, as
well. All of this was actually a lot of load for a fifteen year old, and it
troubled me plenty, but, at the core of it all, the one thing I was certain
of was that it was all going to happen again, without doubt, it was just too
good to deny!

My next opportunity popped up when over dinner one evening, when my Dad was
gone for a few days of business in another city, and My Mother informed me
that she and a friend were leaving early in the morning for an all day
shopping spree in a major city some 2 hours drive away. That would leave me
alone, and unaccounted for, for the entire day! As soon as I could get to
the privacy of my room, I called Al, and asked if we could hookup the next
day. He was more than receptive to my plan, although he had early business
that couldn't be avoided, but his day was flexible beyond that. We arranged
to meet right after my Mom left, and Al would drop me at his house, then
return there after finishing up his business. I tossed and turned the whole
night, my mind switching back and forth between the emotional and physical
sides, again, but the constant hardness of my aching dick won the debate. It
was as if morning would never come!

True to her plan, my Mother left the house shortly after 7:00 in the
morning, and I was on my own! As planned, I walked the few blocks to a
coffee shop, where Al was waiting for me. My heart did a little flip in my
chest when I entered, and saw a smiling Al seated at a window table, and my
cock went full on hard, when he stood, and briefly hugged me in hello! He
noticed, of course, and grinned, winking at me, and quietly asked me if I
had been saving up. I blushed, and giggled, nodding at him, and answering
that, yes, I had held off last night, and yesterday, so I was pretty much
charged up.

We ate some breakfast, then Al drove me to his house, telling me to make
myself at home, and he would be back as soon as possible. As he readied to
leave, he stepped close to me, and slipped his arm around my shoulders, his
other hand going to my swollen crotch, gripping my turgid cock, and rubbing
it some, as I blushed hotly, and groaned. After he left, I watched some TV,
willing my mind silent, firmly pushing away the flood of second thoughts
that kept trying to surface. Bored after while, I wandered out back,
stripped off my few clothes, and jumped into the sparkling pool. I swam, and
lay naked, in the sun, my hand continuously finding it's own way to my cock,
stroking it to hardness, and teasing my tight little nuts. I refrained from
a full blown jack off, building my lust, and saving the best for the real
event.

The warmth of the sun, and the utter peacefulness of the back yard, lulled
me into dozing off as I lay on the comfortable lounge. I woke with a start,
raising my head, and looking down across my naked body to see Al's head at
my crotch, then jumped, as I felt his wet tongue swipe at my cock head,
lapping it several times, before he engulfed the entire length into his
warm, wet, mouth, and began sucking me in his expert way! I groaned, and lay
back on the lounge, reveling in the awesome sensation that I had grown to
love. Al's finger cupped my tight balls, and moved them around inside the
tight sack, as his head bobbed up and down on my rock hard cock, and I
splayed my legs wider, loving the feelings his fingers elicited from my full
balls.

He worked me with his unbelievable mouth, and fingers, and suddenly I felt a
stream of my precum ooz from my cock slit, and Al groaned, lifting his mouth
off my cock, and swabbing his tongue into my drooling slit, then smacked his
lips loudly, and grinned at me, before once again swallowing my cock into
his soft throat. My balls were churning, and I flexed my hips, humping
upward at his skillful mouth, and groaned that I was close, very close. Al
slipped his thumb and finger around the base of my shaft, and stroked me, in
sync with his sucking, and in seconds I was there, my cock swelling, and
jerking, balls pulling up tight, and my pent up load erupted into his mouth,
as I growled, pumping my butt off the lounge, and jetting my thick cream
into his mouth in several rapid pulses.

He gulped down my creamy load, then, moved up to lightly kiss my lips, his
tongue slipping into my mouth, and I tasted my bitter-sweet flavor from his
mouth. He chuckled at how quick triggered I had been, teasing me gently, and
I blushed, stammering out how much he got me hot, and how it just felt so
good that I couldn't stop myself. He kissed me again, longer this time, and
I felt myself respond, my own tongue pushing into his mouth, as the
strangeness of what I was doing, kissing a man, flashed through my brain. I
felt him pull back slightly, and capture my tongue with his lips, then suck
it gently, another first, for me, and I felt butterflies in my stomach.
Breaking off the kiss, Al stood, and stripped off his clothes, pulled me to
my feet, and we jumped together into the cool swimming pool.

We fooled around in the water a while, groping at each other's naked bodies,
and splashing around. Al steered us to the curved stairs at the pools
shallow end, and he sat there, back against the pool wall, and pulled me to
sit between his open legs, my back against his smooth chest. His arms
circled me, and his hand went to grip my cock, lazily stroking me, and at
times moving to cup my balls. I grew rock hard again, and I felt Al's thick
cock pressing hotly against my back. Leaning forward, I turned, and reached
for his cock, gripping it, and rubbing the silky skin up and down over the
rock hard shaft, and he groaned in pleasure. I looked right into his eyes,
and blushing furiously, told him I wanted to suck him. He grinned, and
nodded, then moved to sit on the edge of the pool, while I scooted forward,
and griped his big man cock, bent over it, and rubbed the slick head across
my cheek, then my lips, then opened my mouth and slid it down his length,
until the large head hit the back of my throat. My eyes teared up, and I
gagged slightly, then gulped, and swallowed his cock head into my throat. He
groaned, and leaned back onto his hands, talking to me, telling me how
awesome it felt, and I swallowed again, still gagging slightly from his
thickness, but feeling proud that I had it all, every inch, of his man meat,
in my throat, his pubic bush tickling at my nose.

I moved back some, and wiped the tear drops from my cheeks, then began to
suck him as he had done me, feeling his fingers twist in my hair, and
hearing his steady groans in my ears, sucking that incredible cock, and
fingering his large, hairy, balls. In a short time he groaned louder, and
tugged slightly at my hair, as I felt his shaft thicken still more, and
spasm in my mouth, then his thick fluid ejected into my mouth, filling me
instantly with its volume, and I gulped quickly, only to be instantly
refilled with the acrid discharge. Finished, Al sagged back on the deck, his
chest heaving, as he gasped for breath. I slid his cock out of my mouth, and
gripped it, milking it from base to tip, and watched, fascinated, as a small
pearl of his white goo emerged from the slit. Leaning forward, I lapped it
clean with my tongue, savoring the pungent flavor.

Al sat up, recovering, and slid back into the water, and wrapped his strong
arms around my slim body, hugging me, and telling me how great it had been
for him. I snuggled close to him, and felt that I was exactly where I
needed, and wanted, to be. Rested, we swam some, then got out, dried off,
and went, naked, into the house. Al fixed us some sandwiches, which we ate
seated on the sofa in the living room, and I blushed, remembering clearly
what had taken place on that sofa, a short few days ago. Al asked me if I'd
ever seen any gay men's magazines, which I hadn't, and he went and got some,
which we leafed through together, and I was totally fascinated at the images
portrayed across the pages, and, of course, grew fully hard again, excited
by the models awesome bodies, and seemingly huge sized cocks. Al gently
played with my cock as I hungrily gazed at the magazines. When I got to
pages showing men involved in actual fucking pictures, Al seized the
opportunity to quiz me about how I felt about us having done that, and I
blushed furiously, and stammered, but managed to tell him how awesome it had
been doing that, and that I actually liked all of the things that he had
shown me about "back there."

A part of what was positive for me about my whole experience with Al was his
wisdom, and experience, with life, and how he helped me to understand my
inner struggle with my physical desires, and how people are the same, but so
different, in their likes, and dislikes, and there really isn't a right, or
wrong, in things sexual, as long it brings pleasure to the participants, and
no force, or harm, results. He helped me to understand in male/male sexual
relations, there were "tops", and "bottoms", and "versatile" men, and boys,
each having their own preferences, and dislikes. With his gentle help, I
came to understand that my liking his touch, or, God, his tongue, or his
cock, "there" was not "wrong", but rather just what brought me particular
pleasure, and was, therefore, a good thing. My personal battle with my inner
demons was greatly diminished by that particular chat, as I thumbed through
men's porno magazines, and bared my inner soul more than ever before, and
seldom, since.

Al's fondling of my cock, along with the magazines, had gotten my motor
running again, and he knew it, as he bent to gently suck me a bit, then
stood, pulling me to my feet, and steering me toward his bedroom.

(To Be Continued)
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