Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 10:44:14 +0000 From: John Stevens Subject: Milk Round Boy MILK ROUND BOY by John Stevens Story Code/s: M/b WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a boy and a man. If this is not to your tastes, or is illegal wherever you live, please leave now, unless you wish to be educated and/or have an open mind. This story is pure and total fiction - designed to be read with one hand - it's for entertainment purposes only! Any resemblance to any individual, alive, dead or yet to be born, is purely coincidental This story tells you nothing about me or my tastes: except whether or not I can write an arousing story! Like writers of murder stories, I do not necessarily approve of any of the acts - how ever exciting they are - described here! = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = When I was at school, I used to earn some pocket-money at week- ends by working on a local milk delivery round. It was a messy job but the pay was better than delivering newspapers. So, when I went to university, I decided that it would also be a good source of income during the summer vacations. For the first summer, I simply helped out, but during the second such vac, having passed my driving test, I found myself doing the whole of one round whilst the usual driver took his annual holiday. One perk was that I could meet various boys doing what I used to do - most of them were boring, but a few were of interest. One boy in particular was of great interest! I had seen him at the dep"t on several occasions when he had returned my half smiles happily, but I only got to know him at the end of August when I took over the round he helped with. Jo was 14 and he was simply beautiful even in his tatty working clothes. He had longish rather unkempt blond hair and I could see that he was well built despite his ill-fitting clothing - well-built in all ways I guessed! That first week-end, we got on well together, Jo very chatty and quite happy to tell me all about himself - the boarding school he went to, what he liked doing there and no, he hadn't got a girl-friend at the moment. When I told him I hadn't either, he ruefully admitted he'd never had one! By the time of our second Friday milk-round round together, I was able to suggest something I knew he'd agree to - he had told me he played squash so I invited him to join me at the college courts after work next day: being a member, there was nothing for me to pay and I could always bring guests along. Jo was keen on the idea and just as happy with the rest of my plan - after work, he could come back to my place, shower and change, have some lunch and then we'd go and play. "Ok ... I'll bring my things ... my parents won't mind. Are you sure you don't mind?" "Why should I?" I felt somehow that success might come my way - he was really very keen on our date, more so than I would have expected. Next day, he turned up with a sports bag, sticking out of which was a squash-racket that I could see was rather an expensive one, suggesting that he was more than just a little keen on the game, probably quite good at it. Better still though, he seemed keen at the prospect of playing against me, explaining that he usually only played at school and hadn't had a chance to do so all summer. Our delivery round was as tedious as ever and for various reasons we didn't get back to the depot until almost one o'clock. Then, as soon as we were able, we were piling into my car for the drive back to my flat, Jo chatting all the way about everything - or nothing - even more friendly towards me. Back home, I suggested he change into his ordinary clothes after he'd had a shower. "I'm going to have one, but you go first." Before he could disagree, I showed him the bathroom and offered him a towel to use. "Then yours will be dry for a shower after we've played." Jo agreed so I left him to it, pleased though that he had left his bag in the lounge - I guessed he wouldn't want to put his dirty work clothes back on and happily, after a while, he rejoined me, the towel wrapped round him, revealing to my hungry eyes that he really was a well-built boy - or at least as much as I could see was! In his hand he held his working-clothes which he dropped as he pulled a face. "Can't put these back on ... they're disgusting!" Trying not to be seen to be looking at him too closely, I passed him his bag, undoing it as I did so. Jo smiled as he pulled out a clean T-shirt that he pulled on before taking the bag from me. Reaching into it, he pulled out a pair of underpants, a brief white pair, which is what I prefer boys to be wearing - before I slowly pull them off! Seeing what he was about to do, I made a gesture of looking away but Jo was asking about the squash courts, dropping the towel without a second's thought. He only made a nominal gesture of discretion and in fact I saw very little of what was at the top of his well-built legs, just a brief flash of some black hair really. With his pants on, I could see that he was indeed a well-hung boy - they were very brief and tight round him and showed that for his age Jo had a big one! As I day-dreamed about its precise measurements and what I'd like to do with it, he pulled out a pair of jeans and pulled them on, eventually finding a clean pair of socks and a pair of smart trainers. Fully dressed, he looked even more desirable, my mind working overtime as I thought of a way I might get him out of those clothes and onto my bed. But, in the mean time, "Right ... I'll have a shower then micro-wave up a pizza shall I?" He was happy with that, so after turning the TV on for him, I rushed off for my shower. After that, I went into my bedroom to dress, quickly pulling on my clean clothes before returning to my young friend. We were both very hungry so we went to the kitchen to prepare some food, Jo increasingly friendly towards me and chatting as if we were old friends. I was finding it very difficult to keep my hands off him - he was a really beautiful boy and fresh from his shower was very bed-worthy! But, first things first! After lunch, we set off for the college campus where we discovered that we were the only ones in the squash courts that day - a good omen I hoped! It meant, for example, that the changing rooms were deserted and of course, so were the showers! Still cautious though, I turned my back to him as we changed, noticing though that he was watching me closer than I was watching him! In his white shirt and shorts, Jo looked even more desirable, quite staggering! The game was more difficult that I had thought: he really was good and it was only by the closest of margins I won. It was only then that he told me that he was school champion even though still only 14 and had expected to beat me easily! "You're good ... but I've not played since the end of term!" We went back to change, both of us then very hot and sweaty - the smell of puberty coming from him very lust provoking and it was even harder to keep my hands from him! Unfortunately, in the changing room were a couple of other students - I didn't know them so I didn't have to speak to them but of course, they cramped my style somewhat! How- ever, before Jo and I did anything, we simply sat on the bench, almost steaming as we summoned up the energy to shower and change. That meant that we were soon alone once more, time for the next stage of my plan. "We'd better have a shower I suppose." I told him. He nodded and turned to his bag to find his towel. Then, after removing his trainers and socks he stood up and pulled off his shirt. "Where's the showers then?" Before I could reply, he had stooped down slightly and pulled his shorts down, stepping out of them as I almost goggle-eyed stared at what he was now showing me. Jo was a big boy! His cock hung from a small but thick patch of black pubic curls: surprisingly he was neatly circumcised. It must have been obvious to him where I was looking and why, but I no longer cared. After all, he was a tough boy and I wasn't going to rape him, he could easily say no to any verbal suggestion I made. "Hang on ... I'll show you!" I pulled off my things trying not to stare too much at his wonderful naked body, though my own cock was starting to stand up as he stood there in a most amazing pose. Fortunately, I had only to push open the swing-door and we were in the showers. Under the spray, I tried hard to concentrate on what I was doing, but all the time I was covertly admiring Jo's body - his athletic prowess had more than left its mark on him. He was not just a handsome youth but was very muscular as well. Best of all though, hanging between his sturdy thighs was one of the most desirable boy-cocks I'd seen for a long time even though cut! It was a cock I wanted to stroke gently then suck firmly - my own cock started to stand up once more - Jo saw everything! "What are you looking at?" He asked, but his sly grin showed that he was not at all hostile. "Not much!" I retorted before indicating his dick, "You're a big boy Jo aren't you!" "Maybe!" He laughed as he stretched out under the spray. But as he did so, I could see that he too was starting to become aroused - wonderful to see but I also realised that, perhaps, he was getting in the mood for some fun! So moving closer to him, I looked into his eyes, his return gaze saying more than the curt nod he gave me. Reaching out, I grasped his cock which almost instantly became firmly erect in my hand. It felt simply wonderful but even more amazing was the smile he gave me, more than consenting to what I was doing. As I enjoyed his wonderful dick, Jo showed the mood he was now in as he reached out for my solidly erect cock, grasping it firmly before starting to fondle me lasciviously. "That's nice." he muttered, "Do you wanna wank? Shall we do each other?" "Great idea ... but not here! Far too dangerous!" "Yeah ... shall we go back to your place then and do it?" He sounded as keen as I was but I was more than a little dazed at being given the chance to play with such a fine cock as his, let alone at hearing his rather urgent request for some mutual masturbation. "Course!" I told him, but we just stood there fondling each other, me amazed at how big and hard he was as well as the already very lascivious way he was playing with me - I didn't want to let go of so big a boy-cock and I knew he wanted mine just as much! Sadly, we were disturbed by a noise outside. Releasing each other, we got on with drying ourselves and, almost dry, we went back into the changing room, discovering the care-taker busy fixing a broken door. We all ignored each other, Jo and me getting dressed as quickly as we could without saying more than was strictly necessary. Despite that interruption, he was very keen to get back to my flat and once in the car, quietly insisted that we get back there quickly as he was very much in the mood for a wank. "I bet you are ... when did you last do it?" "Last night ... but I usually do it at least twice a day and I didn't have time for one this morning!" "Well ... I'll make up for that ... I'm sure I can make it more exciting for you than doing yourself!" He approved of that. "An' I'm sure you'll be great doing me!" "I hope so!" He grinned, "You've got a nice one!" He was obviously keen to toss me off so all I could do was to put my foot down and get us back home as quickly as possible. I was soon locking the front-door behind us, Jo going on into the lounge. Joining him, I was not at all surprised to find that he had already pulled his T-shirt off! "Best if we undress!" he said quite matter-of-factly. "Sure!" Rather than just watch, I wanted to undress him. So, I reached down and undid the top button of his jeans, then pulling them wide open, making his zip slide downwards. "That's much better." I let go and gently grasped the bulge in his underpants. "Much better!" I started to fondle him there, pleased to feel his cock quickly responding to my gentle actions. "Nice?" I then asked receiving an affirmative nod in reply. Jo nodded but, as expected, he then reached out and started to rub the front of my trousers, clearly as keen to wank me off as I was to do him. In fact, so impatient was he that after just a few moments rubbing me - grinning all the time - he pushed my hand from his pants and started to undo my trousers, almost as if annoyed that they were in the way of what he wanted to do. I simply let him do as he wanted, undoing my shirt and pulling it wide open as he pulled my jeans down. Jo then grasped my pants and pulled them down in one quick movement allowing my cock to stand up freely. "That's nice ... nice an' hard ... all ready for wanking!" he whispered as he grasped me, his action sending a shiver of delight though my body. That pleasure was increased even more when Jo showed that he really knew what to do, wanking me very sexily as he continued to smirk at me. "You're good!" I told him, "Let me do you as well." I grasped the front of his pants and pulled them out and then down out of the way, his own incredible cock now standing up ready for some serious wanking. Again, I was more than impressed with what he had. Jo's hard penis being about the biggest I've ever seen on a boy his age. The fact that he was circumcised didn't matter (I prefer boys to be intact!), all that did matter was the moan of delight he gave as I grasped his hard shaft. "There ... that's better ... just right for a nice sexy wank Jo." "Yeah! Yours too!" he replied as he started to work on me a little more seriously. We were now standing facing each other, slowly masturbating each other, our smiles slowly disappearing as we got each other steadily more aroused. So good was he at his task that I was soon aroused, almost to the point of no return. However, it was Jo who let go of me first, then pushing my cock from his hot hard dick. "Cool it ... I don't wanna come just yet!" Before he could object, I had slid my hands round to his buttocks and pulled him close to me, pressing my cock against his. He was initially surprised at that but then relaxed against me allowing me to stroked his well-rounded bum as we rubbed our cocks together. "There, that's nice isn't it?" I whispered, "Do you doing this?" "Yeah! Course I do!" He approved very much, "Do you like wanking me then?" "Why ask? You've got a great cock for that Jo ... do you like wanking me as well?" "Yeah! I was nearly gonna spunk up ... your dick's great as well." Without having to ask, I knew that he was quite experienced at all this, presumably with his friends at his boarding school: he was simply treating me as one of them, a partner to wank and who would wank him in return. The fact that I was an adult was quite irrelevant. "Shall we go and lie on my bed then?" His nod was all I needed but he then muttered, "Let's finish undressing first." Jo moved away from me slightly and once more, I felt that this was just him following his normal practice with his wanking- partners. I had wanted to undress him, but simply followed his example and pulled my things off. Finally then, standing quite naked in front of me, Jo gave a more knowing grin as he showed off his cock to my hungry gaze, arching his back slightly and giving himself a few slow rubs. "What are you looking at then? My dick?" He giggled, "Anyway, where's your bedroom?" "Come on ... I'll show you." I managed to reply, almost unable to take in the sight of this amazingly well-built boy and his massive hard cock. In my bedroom, Jo stood by the bed but as I joined him, he suddenly turned and pushed me down onto the bed. Then, he almost flung himself onto me and although almost winding me as he did so, I was able to respond to what he obviously wanted to do. That was a playful fight, the usual way with boys who don't want to cuddle (that's gay!) but want nevertheless to enjoy as much bodily contact as they can. Jo was fun to wrestle with, knowing just how to make it as erotic as he could making sure that our erections were rubbed together as much as possible whilst my hands explored his warm late pubescent body. Somehow, I managed to end up on top of him, my knees holding down his arms as I perched over him. "Beat you!" I told him as I grinned at him, my hard cock bobbing about in front of his face. "Only just!" he snarled back, "Lemme go!" "No!" I knew he didn't want that at all, but to emphasise the sexual nature of the situation, I grinned down at him as I reached behind to grasp his hot young erection. "There, what a big hot dick you've got!" I told him as I gave a firm squeeze, "Sexy boy Jo!" "An' yours too!" He inspected me closely, "Nice and' hard!" He smirked happily, "Just about ready for wanking I suppose!" More than pleased with his attitude to the situation, I released his arms and slid down his body slightly before stretching out full length on top of him. "That's better, you're in a sexy mood Jo! I'm glad you are though!" "Yeah! You too!" He tried to slide a hand between our bodies so I lifted my hips and knelt up slightly, allowing him to grasp my cock once more, amazed at how keen he was to wank me! At the same time though, my chest was still pressed against his, the pair of us staring deeply into each other's eyes as he once more demonstrated just how good he was at wanking. "Do me as well!" he ordered. "Not yet ... later! Tell me something Jo, you've done all this before haven't you?" "What? Wanking? Why not? We all do it a lot back at school." "Tell me." I was keen to find out the extent of his sex-life, but didn't want to sound too interested! However, Jo was happy to tell me all, explaining that he had been wanking with his friends since he had gone to boarding school at the age of eleven. I was pleased to hear all this, his erotic story confirming what I had already guessed. "We often get into bed with each other at night, or even in class!" He giggled, "I did it with me mate Peter in an Art lesson once and he stuff went over a painting I was supposed to be doing!" Sounds like great .. we used to do the same when I was at school." His actions were getting me more aroused than I wanted for the moment, so, pushing his hand from my erection, I lowered myself to him once more, rubbing my dick against his as he grasped my bum and hugged me close. One advantage of bedding a boy his age is that you can lie on them like that, not having to worry about being too heavy: Jo was more than happy for me to be there. All that he didn't allow was a kiss - trying to do so simply produced a sharp "No!" and that was it. However, he was willing for some serious cuddling (now that we had wrestled each other), moving about under me quite lasciviously as he rubbed his cock increasingly urgently against my body, trying to get the maximum of enjoyment from it all. So exciting was it that I soon found myself getting very aroused and knew I could come off against him. Lifting my head, I looked down at him, Jo understanding very much the look on my face. "You gonna spunk up then?" "Soon!" I whispered. "What? Against me like this?" I simply nodded but Jo shook his head. "No ... let me wank you off properly Dave." As he spoke, he lifted his body from the bed and tried to move me off him. I really wanted to come off against his warm belly but gave in to his wish: as always, the boy is in charge! So, I rolled off him and snuggled up against him, Jo quickly moving into an appropriate position for mutual masturbation. "That's better," he whispered, "I like wanking big ones like yours!" "An' you're really good at it." I muttered back. "Am I the biggest you've ever wanked then?" "Yeah!" he smiled, "But who cares ... it's great doing this!" He settled down to his erotic task, working on me in a very lascivious manner, sliding his fist up & down my hard shaft firmly and steadily, his experience obvious as he gave me some of the most fantastic feelings I'd felt since I left school. "That's good ... you're just great at wanking Jo!" I told him after a while, "Keep on like that ... it's fantastic ... nearly there ... don't stop!" An unnecessary request for he was too experienced and too interested in bringing me off to stop. It didn't take him much longer and as Jo watched what he was doing with great interest, my body started to quiver as my orgasm surged through me. With a powerful upward thrust from my hips, my cock jerked in his firmly gripping hand, a thick jet of sperm spurting from the end. It didn't matter where it went for I was far too lost in the amazingly erotic sensations he was giving me, Jo doing his very best (and he was very good - very skilled) to give me pleasure. "Wow!" He sighed as he watched me Quit uninhibited, I was moaning loudly, crying out his name as he worked on me, Jo giving me a fantastic wank, better than I had ever been given by a boy! I quickly very wet with all my sperm but so was he, Jo moving closer to me so that my juice would go over his body. Finally just rubbing me in short sharp jerks, he squeezed out the last droplets - what he had done with his school-friends had really taught him how to handle a spunking cock and I was more than appreciative of that! "Messy bugger!" he muttered with a sly grin. Releasing my cock, he immediately began to rub it over the mess on my body, then moving slightly so that he could rub the tip of my cock against my sperm lying on his body. That was amazingly sexy and once more I groaned his name passionately. "Oh ... Jo ... Jo! That's fantastic ... you're just great!" He merely grinned at me, pleased that he could reduce me to such a state, his continued skilled attention to me further proof of his enthusiasm for sex with other males. Eventually pushing his hand from my cock, I managed to smile at Jo before wrapping my arms round him for a rather messy cuddle, he rolling on top of me once more, rubbing his erection against me urgently as a small reminder that I was now expected to bring him off! I was as keen on that as he was, but for the moment, I simply wanted to lie there and relish the feelings that follow a good spunking. After a while, he lifted his head and in an almost worried voice enquired, "Well? Was I any good then? Did I do it right for you Dave?" "Fantastic Jo ... fucking great!" I managed to tell him, "What a great wanker you are, your friends at school are lucky if you do them like that!" He smirked. "Yeah! It was great doing you." He rolled off me and snuggled up by my side, reaching for my hand. He didn't need to pull it to his waiting cock for I was already keen to grasp him and wank his fabulous dick. Jo didn't care that we were both covered in my sperm and of course all I wanted to do was to make an even bigger mess when his sperm eventually shot from his own throbbing cock. So I started work on him, my sperm almost acting as a lubricant as I moved my fist up & down at a steady pace, trying my hardest to give him the best wank I'd ever given a boy. "There, that's a good boy Jo ... let me give you the sexiest wank you've ever had ... to say thanks for what you just did to me ... I just want you to have a nice sexy spunking you sexy boy!" "Mmmm! It's nice," he sighed back at me, "you really do it great Dave!" He abandoned himself to my hand, whimpering more and more as I rubbed him lasciviously. For me it was simply great, I was quite lost in what I was doing, revelling in the feel of his cock and the warmth of his young body pressed up against me. As always when allowed to stroke a hot boy-cock, my pleasure was increased the more the boy enjoyed it and Jo was certainly enjoying the wank I was administering - slowly and as erotically as I knew how! Jo was very aroused but I felt that I should stick to my slow steady wanking rhythm - I've always found that it really gets boys excited, its something almost impossible to do to yourself! Hugging him closer, I tossed away, enjoying the feel of his hot dick as I rubbed it, inexorably bringing him closer and closer to his much needed orgasm. "Do it faster!" came his inevitable request, but I simply smiled at him before looking back to his cock. In my arms, the tough, squash player who had enjoyed wrestling with me had gone first all soft and cuddly but was now increasingly tense as his arousal rose. He needed to reach his orgasm and relieve the building tension - I wanted that as well, but continued wanking him slowly bit firmly. But it didn't take much longer, and he was suddenly there. As he tried to stifle a gasp of pure pleasure, Jo's hips suddenly pushed his cock firmly up into my fist as, watched closely by me, a thick stream of white boy-sperm shot from the tiny slit at the tip of his purple glans. That jet spurted out onto his chest, Jo yelping loudly as he enjoyed the pleasure flooding his 14 year-old body. Wanking him at that same slow steady pace for a few more strokes, I watched in almost stupefaction as more and more of his hot juice was spat from his powerfully throbbing penis, less powerfully now, the thick creamy jets landing on his very tensed up belly. I now worked on his cock in short sharp jerks, squeezing out the rest of his emission - hot boy-sperm that now trickled warmly over my thumb and forefinger as it slid onto his pubic curls. Happily, I had managed to make one spurt of sperm land on my already damp belly, the stuff then trickling down my side warmly, yet another erotic experience for me to enjoy whilst still stroking Jo's firm young erection! My hand finally held him still, squeezing him in response to the pushes from his hips, he still quite lost in his much enjoyed orgasm. Looking at his body, I was very impressed - his balls had excelled themselves and he had probably shot more than I had. His body was now covered with semen, his and mine mixed together and looking incredibly sexy to me! All that was wrong was that I should have been swallowing his stuff after giving him the blow-job he really should have enjoyed. I was determined that if I could get Jo naked on my bed in the future (certain he'd be willing), that was what I was going to do to him, teach him the special pleasure of being sucked off - if he was still inexperienced that way! "There, what a good sexy spunker you are!" I whispered when he was finally still. "Was that nice then? It was great to do you know, really sexy!" "Fucking amazing!" he whispered back, sitting up slightly now that his almost adult orgasm had passed. "That was the best I've ever been done ... you really know how to wank don't you! Thanks!" "Well, it was great wanking your lovely cock Jo ... an' what a spunky boy you are as well, more than I shot ... lots of hot fresh milk for me to see how sexy it was!" He understood my allusion and laughed. "Well, I told you I haven't done it yet today, but I suppose I did shoot a lot," he grinned wryly, "but that's 'cos you tossed me so good and 'cos I was really worked up after doing you." Once again, he had become the soft cuddly teenager, very content with his spunking, quite content to lie close to his partner, Jo having learnt well enough that sex is much better with two people, even if they are both males. Turning partially onto our sides, we grinned at each other as we moved closer and started to rub our wet bodies together, making sure that our cocks were rubbing closely, both of course quite wet with our mixed sperm. I was a bit surprised at this for few boys are willing to cuddle when in such a messy state. And of course as we were on our sides, the stuff all over our bodies began to trickle down onto the bed- clothes. Who cared! "Well then?" I finally asked, "Have you enjoyed it with me then? You've been really sexy you know Jo, I'm glad you were in the mood for some fun today." "Yeah! Me too!" he smirked, "I knew you wanted to sex me up like this when you asked me to play squash ... you were really looking at me yesterday." I blushed slightly but he added, "Who fucking cares? I haven't done it with anyone since the end of term!" He sniggered happily, "Anyway, it was a great game, but you could have asked me to do it when we got back here from work earlier!" "Well, I wasn't sure you'd want to." "Course I wanted to." He gave an even broader grin, "When I did it last night, I was thinking of you, I really wanted to know what your dick was like and do it to you!" "Me too!" I admitted, "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did thinking about you." "Well," he considered briefly, "it was quite a good wank I suppose, but it was much better you doing it to me." He looked more serious, "Wanking's much more fun when you do it with someone isn't it? or I suppose with a girl one day." "Well, there's better things than wanking, especially with girls, although they'll love your big hard dick to play with before you put it inside them!" I always feel it's necessary to emphasise to my boy partners that they are fundamentally heterosexual - they've enough problems without thinking that having sex with a man makes them gay! "Yeah! Wish I had a girl-friend who'd let me screw her, my friend Colin says he's done it, but I don't believe him!" "Well, you'll be lucky one day, until then," I eased back from him and grasped his sticky cock, "this lovely thing can just enjoy itself wanking with other boys, or with me." "Yeah!" Jo was quite content with my analysis of the situation. "One day I'll screw a girl! Can't wait!" "Tell me Jo," I asked as I held him to me, "have you ever been sucked off?" He grinned. "Once or twice, but it was a couple of years ago, not since then." "Tell me." I was intrigued. "Well, it was when I started boarding I was eleven, an' the dorm Prefect was thirteen. He used to suck us all off and we had to do him ... but I was too scared to let him spunk up in my mouth ... Colin let him though!" "Did he! Sounds like he's as sexy as you! You couldn't spunk up then could you?" Jo shook his head, "So have you never been sucked off since your balls started to make all your hot sperm then?" A grin accompanied Jo's second shake of the head. "Well, I'd better do it for you, do you want me to?" "Yeah! Are you sure!" he was very keen. "Course I'm sure ... now?" "No," he pulled a face, "in fact I'd better go ... my parents will worry 'cos it's already late." He looked annoyed, but was just being sensible. Anyway, I could tell by the fact that his cock had lost its state of arousal that Jo's sexual hunger had been satisfied for the afternoon and although I would have loved to suck him off straight away, I was content to wait. The only question was when could I do it, not could I! "Ok then ... tomorrow then? You can come straight back here after the round and we'll see how much fun we can have again!" Jo was keener than I was. "Yeah! An' I'll try not to wank off in bed tonight, or in the morning, that way you can have it all!" Finally moving away from me, he climbed off the bed and after grimacing at his messy body, demanded a towel so he could clean himself up. I was bemused and did as asked, dazzled by the sheer beauty of his amazingly well-shaped young body and of course by his cock which though quite flaccid, still showed that he had a big one. We cleaned up, but Jo was soon pulling his clothes back on, not even allowing me to kiss his cock before he stuffed it back in his pants. "Just wait to tomorrow." he told me as he nevertheless let me fondle the bulge in his pants. "An' if you're good at it, I might suck you as well." With that amazing promise, I allowed him to finish dressing, doing so myself as I wanted to drive him back to his home. However, he declined that offer, leaving me with some amazing memories of an amazingly sexy time and the promise of a repeat performance next day. = = == = = = = = Next day after the milk-round, we were quickly back at my flat and into the shower, this time together. Jo was impatient though to get to bed once more, but happily, not too much in a hurry to enjoy his orgasm. So we cuddled and petted each other for a long time before I eventually took his straining cock into my mouth, that blow-job being one of the most enjoyable I've ever given, his orgasm in my mouth even stronger than when I had masturbated him the previous day: it was very productive as well - very tasty! When fully recovered, Jo really showed how sexy a boy he is and with no hesitation, responded to my shy request by sliding down the bed and taking my dick into his mouth, sucking me almost frantically, amazingly good at fellatio it and more than happy with the large mouthful I gave him! One orgasm wasn't enough for either of us, the second orgasm we both enjoyed came with us wrapped up in each other's arms - one way of coming I've always enjoyed and Jo loved it as well. After that, we only managed to make love on one more occasion before he went back to boarding-school and on that Wednesday not only did we fellate each other, but he allowed me to take his anal virginity - fantastic! He was not interested in screwing me in return, simply demanding to be sucked off once more, something I was happy to do even though still a bit lost in the pleasure given me by his wonderful rear end! Jo became quite a close friend until I had finished with university and moved away from my home town. During our holidays we got together a lot for sexy fun and although he didn't love me, he really loved what we enjoyed doing in bed together. I suppose he could be called my first real boy-friend - I'll never forget him, or his massive cock, especially when spraying his body with hot tasty sperm. T H E E N D 9-12 April 1995