Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2004 10:45:27 -0500 (EST)
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: I Think I'm Going To Like It Here--3

We lay side by side, his arm around my shoulders.  I looked down and saw
he was still hard.  I stared at his cock as it bounced slightly with
each heartbeat.  After what had just happened I knew that he didn't care
that I was looking at it, and I didn't want to look at anything else.

"Go ahead."

I looked up at his face.

"You can touch it.  It"s OK."

Was it?  Probably not.  Everything I'd ever been told said it wasn't OK
to touch somebody else's cock, but I did anyway.  I reached out and
wrapped my hand around it.  In a way it felt like a lot of other things:
the thin end of a baseball bat, the hose on my Mom's vacuum cleaner.
But really it wasn't at all like anything I'd ever felt.  Obviously in
princple it was the same as my own dick, but it was so much thicker, so
much more...mature... it was like a completely different organ.  It was
warm and firm and silky and moist and...

"You wanna help me out here?"

"What?"

"How about jerking me off?"

I didn't say anything, I just started stroking up and down.

"That's it.  A little faster."  I speeded up.

"Hold it a little tighter."  I did.

I kept it up for a few minutes till he moved my hand away.  "Here, let
me do it for a minute."

I felt like a complete failure, like I'd let him down.  But it was
fascinating to watch him flog that monster, so I didn't move away.
Suddenly he grabbed my hand and put it back on his dick.

"Now!  Do it!  Do it!  Hard!"

I jerked with all my might.  He let out a huge sigh and I felt a series
of deep throbs as four or five streams of thick cum jetted out onto his
belly.  I kept stroking, more slowly, as more oozed out.  Chris sighed
again and pulled my hand away.  He just laid there, breathing deeply, as
I looked at the globs he'd spurted out.  It was no more than I'd shot,
but it was much thicker, like white jelly.  I was amazed.

Chris finally recovered a little bit.  He ran his fingers through the
puddles around his bellybutton before wiping them up with the towel.

"That was great.  You did that great.  You must have lots of practice."

I laughed a little and he pulled me up to lay next to him again, his arm
around my shoulders again. He smiled at me.

"Do you?"

"Do I what?'

"Have lots of practice."  I didn't know what to say and just shrugged.

"Do you jerk off a lot?"  He was persistent.

I gave in. "Yeah."

Chris grinned and proceeded to ask me all sorts of questions like that.
How often I did it, when I did it, where I did it, how long I'd been
doing it, who I did it with, all my deepest darkest secrets. Things I
never would have told a soul I was telling this guy I'd just met as fast
as I could get the words out.  It felt so good to be talking about these
things with somebody for the first time.

My friends and schoolmates had talked dirty all the time, but we never
really talked about our real, personal, experiences.  For whatever
reason it had been uncool to admit to jerking off, so I had never done
it with another kid or ever really discussed it.  My dad had given me a
book, "A Boy Becomes A Man" or something, and said if I had any
questions to ask him but I think he was relieved that I never did.
Chris was the first person I'd ever felt comfortable talking about sex
with in anything other than "Boy, I'd Like to fuck her" terms.

For his part, Chris seemed most interested in the fact that I'd never
done anything other than jerk off by myself.  He must have asked me five
different ways about my experiences with other guys. (He didn't mention
girls.)  He seemed to get a huge kick out of it when I managed to
convince him that he was absolutely, positively the first.

Eventually, Chris reached over with his other hand and ran a finger
through the thin curls above my dick. "How long have you had this?"

"Six months. Maybe eight."

"So cool."  He said this under his breath, almost to himself.  I thought
it was pretty cool too, but I couldn't understand why he did.  His own
bush was so much cooler.  In fact, this had been puzzling me all
afternoon.  I was just a dumb kid, horny, insanely curious, and
enthralled by Chris's gorgeous body and sexual knowledge.  But what was
in it for him?  Why was he bothering with me?  Why would he be
interested in my gawky little body?  With that big beautiful cock of his
why would he want to see my little dinky?  Not that I was complaining,
you understand, but I couldn"t figure it out.  I almost asked him, but
was afraid if I did he would come to his senses and tell me to go home.

He continued to play with my pubic hair, then moved his hand down to
gently fondle my balls with his fingertips.  Without thinking, I spread
my legs wider to give him better access.  He avoided my dick, but when
he started to rub his hand up and down the inside of my thighs I could
feel the blood start to flow in.  My dick stirred, then twitched, then
with a couple throbs stood upright, pointing at the ceiling.  Chris kept
on rubbing my thighs.

"So soft" he said again.  Then he moved his hand up and took hold of my
dick.  "Not this. 'So hard' "  He played with my dick, not really
masturbating me, just playing.  He then stuck a finger in his mouth,
wetting it, then running it around the riim of my dickhead.  Why hadn't
I ever thought to do that?

"Did anybody ever give you a blowjob?"

How many times did I have to tell him that I never did anything with
anybody?  But I hesitated.  I thought I knew what a blowjob was but I
wasn't 100% sure.  He seemed to read my mind.

"Do you know what a blowjob is?

I decided to be honest.  "I'm not sure."

He stared at my face for a moment, then said "I'll show you."

He leaned down and put his face next to my dick, then stuck out his
tongue.  He licked around the rim like he'd done with his finger.  Then
suddenly he took my whole dick in his mouth.  If the events of the
afternoon hadn't already left me incapable of being astonished, I
wouldn't have believed it.  He bobbed his head up and down, sucking my
dick, running his tongue all around the head.  So this was a blowjob.  I
recognized, of course, that the couples in the magazines had done the
same thing, but I didn't know guys could do it together.  I thought it
took a man and a woman, like fucking.  I thought...

I stopped thinking.  I was too occupied with feeling.  Chris was doing
things to my dick that I never knew existed.  The pressure from his lips
was softer than that from my hand when I jerked off, but better somehow.
It was warmer, wetter of course, more variable.  Meanwhile his tongue
was going nuts on the head, circling the rim, flicking that special
little spot on the bottom that I thought only I knew about.  I looked
down at Chris's head going up and down and wondered if I should tell him
that I was about to cum.  He had to realize it.  As he said earlier,
that's the way it works.  And I wasn't sure I could speak, anyway.
Suddenly, it didn't matter.  It was too late.  I squirted three or four
times into Chris's mouth and slumped back on the bed.  Chris stopped
sucking but kept his mouth on my dick, evidently swallowing the last of
my cum. Finally he let go and came up to lay next to me.  He smiled down
at me.

"You OK?"

I smiled and nodded and finally managed "Yeah."

"Like it?"

I could speak again. "It was great."  But I had to ask him something.

"Chris, that was a blowjob, right?"

"It was indeed, and a first class one if I do say so myself. Why?"

"Well then, what's 'cocksucking'?  I mean, what do people mean when they
say 'Suck my cock.' ?"

He burst into laughter, but he hugged me closer so I couldn't really be
mad.

"They're the same thing.  They're just different names for the same
thing. Exactly the same."

"Oh."

We lay quietly for a minute.

"Want to return the favor?"

Oh no.  I knew instantly what he meant, but I couldn't.  I mean I really
just couldn't.  I glanced down at his dick.  It wasn't really hard but
not completely soft either.  I just could't put that thing in my mouth
now. I know I had done a lot of things this afternoon that I thought I
couldn't but this was one too many.  Maybe if I hadn't just cum twice, I
could have , but...

"Never mind."  He had read my mind again. "You don't have to.  It's OK.

"Sorry" was all I could manage.

"It's OK. Really."  I knew he meant it.  He smiled. "Next time."

He got up and went over to his dresser.  I felt sad as I watched a pair
of undershorts cover up that beautiful ass.  I was looking for my pants
when the implication of "Next time" hit me. I found my undershorts and
pants on the floor.  I didn't remember taking them off; Chris must have
when he was cleaning up my first cum.

When we were both dressed Chris came over and stood in front of me.  He
reached between my legs and cupped my crotch with his hand.  He
squeezed, strongly but not hard enough to hurt.

"You got some nice stuff in there, Kid," he said in a fake, exaggerated
tough-guy voice.

I smiled.  I wanted to squeeze the bulge in his sweatpants, but somehow
once we were dressed my shyness had come back.  As we walked down the
hall and downstairs Chris rubbed my ass.  It felt nice.  Friendly.

I blinked as I walked out the front door and looked out on the
unfamiliar street.  I had forgotten where I was, forgotten about the
move, the new house, leaving behind my old home.  As I got on my bike I
looked back at Chris, who had stayed in the doorway.

"Goodbye.  Thanks." was all I could think to say.

"See ya." He smiled.

I felt a moment of panic as I couldn't remember where my new house was,
but I quickly got my bearings and pedalled home.  The moving van was
still there, my mom still driving the movers, and herself, crazy in the
front yard.  She glared at me.

"Where have you been?"

"Just riding around the neighborhood."

"For two and a half hours?"

"I met a kid down the street.  I was talking to him."  Old people might
consider Chris a kid, and we HAD talked.

My mom sighed, pushed some hair out of her face and then softened back
into Mom.

"That's nice, Honey.  Look, would you please keep an eye on your sister.
Take her in the backyard or somewhere.  Out of the way.  Please."  I
knew his meant she wanted me out of the way too, but that was OK.  My
mom wasn't so bad, really.  Like Dad said she just didn't deal with
stress very well.

I took Cindy into the backyard  I was suddenly exhausted and fell into a
lawnchair the movers must have put there.  Fortunately, Cindy must have
been tired too and played quietly on the lawn instead of bugging me.  I
replayed the events of the afternoon over and over in my mind, each time
focussing on a different detail.  After an hour or so I told Cindy I'd
be right back and went inside. My room hadn't been put to rights yet so
I went into the downstairs bathroom.  With a few quick strokes I
christened the new house with its first load of my cum.

I went back outside and a few minutes later saw Dad coming around the
corner of the house.

"Hey, guys.  How do you like the new house?"

Cindy looked up.  "Good,Daddy."

Dad turned to me. "How about you, Sport?"

I started to say "It's OK, I guess" but changed it to "It's great."  All
in all, Dad was a pretty terrific father and I was glad to give him the
answer I knew he wanted to hear.  He looked relieved. if a little
surprised at my enthusiasm.

"I hear you took a tour of the neighborhood."

"Uh-huh."

"What do you think?"

I thought about Chris.  His smile.  His ass.  His balls.  The blowjob.
The cum: his thick globs, my geyser.  Mostly I thought about Chris's
cock. And his "Next time."

"I think I'm going to like it here."


The end.  Thanks for your support.