Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 15:38:56 -0800 (PST) From: T W Subject: Me and Jeremy Chapter 2 If you recall, when our last chapter ended me and Jeremy had had a pleasurable experience for the first time. His mother and I had been married and not much happened in the following six months. However, he used to drive me crazy because he would always come to the breakfast table sporting morning wood. In those days, tight short shorts were the style. Jeremy had a favorite pair of orange shorts. I don't know if he realized what he was showing off every morning, but the outline of his teenage 8", cut cock, was very prevalent. By the time he had finished breakfast he would get up to get ready for school and his soft outline was just perfect. For some inexplicable reason his mother said that he had always been well endowed from birth. I guess she noticed his package when he arrived for breakfast as did I. Anyway, November was rapidly approaching, which was hunting season in Florida. I had been shown how to handle a weapon from a young age and thought it might be time to teach Jeremy. He was 14-1/2 at this point. Deer season opened in mid-November and I scheduled a rip for Jeremy and myself to go for a week. This idea went over like a fart in church because it was the week right after Thanksgiving. However, I was determined to make it happen. Jeremy was excited even though the other half was not at all thrilled. We packed the truck with all the usual camping supplies such as a tent, sleeping bags, extra clothes, and food items. In fact, we over packed because mother packed all the female crap that no one would ever use. We then set out on the two and half hour drive to central Florida. It was so nice to have a chance to just talk the guy talk with him. It was not anything sexual, but it was about dating and such. He had never been with a girl and the only sex he had was with his own hand or the one time with mine. If you do not know Florida weather, it can be raining on one side of the street and sunny on the other. I used that preface to indicate that by the time we arrived at the campsite it was pouring rain. We managed to get the tent set up and to get a fire going near the entrance to the tent. It was a cold November night in Florida (which to those of you in the North does not mean much). It was in the 30s and the fire near the entrance made the inside of the tent nice and toasty. Even though the inside was warm, we were still soaking wet from the downpour we had to endure during the initial set up. Jeremy got up and told me he was cold and wet. He then asked what he should do. I told him to take off his wet clothes and we could push the sleeping bags together to stay warm. He began taking off his clothes as the firelight lit up his figure from the background. He left his underwear on but I could tell from the light that he had a full hard on. It was so beautiful as his tightie whities expanded from the strain. He then crawled into his sleeping bag and moved closer to me for more body heat (I think). We lay there for about half an hour and then it started again. In the first chapter I never explained that Jeremy always had his mother rub his back just before bed. He could not go to sleep without this relaxing massage, or tickle as he called it. When he was young it provoked no reaction, but as he got older he found this to be erotic and he would get a hard on every time. Well, here we were, Jeremy ready for bed, in his underwear, and I too was pretty well stripped due to the wet clothes. Jeremy asked me to tickle his back. I knew where this was going this time and gladly began to do as he requested. I would stroke his back all the way down to the band of his underwear. Just as before, he rolled over onto his side and motioned for me to continue. I did and I felt the goose bumps rise on his body as he felt the sensations. He put his arm over his head allowing me to stroke him all the way up to his armpits. He had just a little bit of hair under the arms, none on his back, and from what I could tell so far, none on his chest. What a smooth, good looking, young man! Those brown eyes would melt even the strongest of men. They were like puppy dog eyes that would say please continue. The dark drown hair and that Italian cock was to die for. Now he rolled over onto his back and this is what I was waiting for. I slowly tickled his chest as he inhaled deeply. I ran my fingers along the elastic of his underwear and he moaned slightly. I was getting so hard by this time that I could not control myself. I ran my fingers back up his chest, then back down, only this time when he inhaled deep I let my fingers slide inside his underwear. He was fully erect and I felt the light sprinkling of hair that a 14 year old would have. He lifted his hips and allowed his underwear to be slid down past his knees. He was moaning as I touched his cock. Uhmmmmmmmmmm! That feels good! Have you ever had sex before? No. I was close once but mom came home. We got down to our underwear but no farther. I liked the last time you did this. I stroked him for the length of his shaft. God, it was so great, even though I still had not seen him naked in the light. I stroked a few more times and his moaning increased. It was not long before he announced that he was going to cum. I did not retreat and allowed him to cum in my hand, which I then rubbed all over him. His sensitive cock was not accustomed to this type of sensual treatment, but he liked it. The following day we did not go hunting because we needed to find a laundr-o-mat to dry our clothes. It took us all day but we did manage to get our clothes dry. We returned to camp and started our fire. It was really nice because the tent had a hood that allowed us to direct the heat into the tent. We fell fast asleep following dinner. At some point in the middle of the night, Jeremy woke me up by tickling my forearm. When he knew I was awake, he asked if I could teach him to drive the truck. We were in the middle of nowhere, a state park, and the traffic laws did not apply. I thought for a second and decided to let him drive. It must have been about three in the morning as we set out. He drove for about an hour before returning to camp. We then went back to our sleeping bags. Tonight he said he was hot instead of cold and wet. He took off his shirt and pants before climbing back into the sleeping bag. He made the usual request that I tickle his back. This was so erotic that I could not refuse. As I tickled his back, he would slowly pull the sleeping bag away from his body. I would not touch any part of him that was unexposed, so as he pulled the covering away I would move my hand lower. You cannot imagine the excitement as I arrived at his underwear. The huge mushroom head poking out and begging for attention is too much to resist. I ran my hand along the waistband and felt the head protruding from the tightie whities. As my hand brushed by, there came the groan of pleasure. UhMMMMMMMMMMMMM. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I put my head on his chest and heard the pounding of his heart within his chest. It sounded as though his heart would jump out of his chest. Then I felt his hand upon my head as he was pushing with a little force. My head moved downward as I approached his wonderful innie navel. He was still too young to have a happy trail, but he moaned as I licked his belly button. The hand on my head pushed harder for me to move further south. As I moved farther down his body, I began to pull on his underwear, which he helped me remove. I reached the point where his head was touching my lips. He pushed a little harder and I engulfed his eight inches entirely. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Godddddddddddddddddddddd. Jeremy moaned. I moved up and down slowly knowing that he was still a young stud needing release. His young hard cock was wonderful and the sparse pubic hairs made it even more beautiful. So hard, so smooth, yet so young, and the juice was so sweet. Then he announced that he was about to cum. UGHHHHHH. I'M CUMMING. Look out! He did not know I liked to swallow. He was trying to warn me, but I kept his cock in my mouth. He came spurt, spurt, spurt, and spurt. I had to struggle in order to swallow all of his boy juice. It was a very sweet taste. Have you ever had a cock in your mouth and you could just feel the vein as shot jet after jet of juice? There is no better feeling in the world. Well, Jeremy and I continued expressing our joy and mutual lust for the remainder of our trip. Stay tuned for he next chapter about the baseball game. As always, comments and suggestions are welcome. For those of you who responded the first time, I am interested to know if you noticed improvement. 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