Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2003 14:23:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Bowers Subject: Ride Home part 2 This story includes gay sexual relationships between adults and teenagers. If this is illegal in your state, or you are underage, or you don't like the idea behind this, stop reading now. I awoke in the morning to my favorite sensation. Knowing there was a beautiful, naked, young man snuggled next to me. I turned my head and looked at him. Brad was laying to my left and had an arm wrapped around me. His hot body was intoxicating. It occurred to me that he mentioned he never received a blowjob from his one-time friend. I decided to give him one. I gently pushed him onto his back and removed the blankets. I took in his manhood: he was bigger than me, probably 8 inches. He was sporting morning wood, so I did not need to arouse him further. I engulfed his dick and began to suck. I noticed his breathing become more erratic as I continued. I was unable to deep throat him, like he did me, but I did give it the old college try. I gagged a bit and decided to back off. Instead I focused on my technique. I would fondle his balls while I sucked then alternate with licking his balls and jacking him. My quick tongue made him quiver when I worked on his head. I felt his hands on the back of his head as he said, "This is the best way a guy can wake up, don't stop this is great." Reinforced with his compliments, I continued to suck away. His hips began to thrust. My right hand snaked its way under his rear and I probed his opening. I slowly inserted a finger while I continued to work on him. His moans were music to my ears. I increased my pace. My head bobbed faster up and down on his cock. As his hips bucked violently, his hands pushed my head deeper into his member. I gagged a bit, but Brad did not seem to notice my troubles. His hot semen hit the back of my throat like a torrid ocean wave. I swallowed as much as I could. I knew some dribbled out of my mouth. "That was fucking great Mike, I never had an experience like that. Come up here and give me a kiss." With that, he hauled me up his body and engulfed my mouth. Our tongues batted one another like boxing combatants. He disengaged from my mouth long enough to lick my face clean of his seed, then went back to sucking my tongue out of my mouth. I said, "We need to get going, so let's hit the shower and continue on South." Reluctantly, he let me go. I stood up and said, "Well, we can share the hot water at least." Brad perked up at that idea and hopped out of bed, making a nude dash for the bathroom. I smiled at the sight of his nicely toned ass rushing away from me. We both got into the tub and as the water warmed up, we lathered each other with the soap the hotel provided. His sure hands gave my pubic region extra attention. Soon Brad was kneeling on the porcelain and was rubbing my now swelling penis. He immediately began to deep throat me. I decided the least I could do was to wash his hair. I lathered up my hands with shampoo and massaged his scalp as best I could. I was enjoying the sensation immensely. His left hand began to probe my anus. He inserted 2 fingers this time. As they delved deeper into my rectum, they encountered my prostate. My breathing came faster. As the water cascaded on me, he suddenly pulled out. He asked, "Mike, can you please take my cherry, I would really like you to fuck me." How could I say no to that? I said, "If you are 100% certain, sure I would be honored to." He stood up, faced the shower head and braced himself against the wall. I said, "This will hurt for a while, I will try to take it slow and gentle." He grunted an accent. I lathered my dick up with some soap and guided it towards his asshole. My hands spread his cheeks and I pushed into him. He grunted and a cry escaped his mouth as the head of my dick penetrated him. "I am sorry Brad, but the pain should be over shortly." He said shakily, "I am okay, keep going, it just feels a bit odd." I thrust deeper into him. I never encountered a hole this tight before. I pushed all the way in and did not move any for a few seconds. When his breathing normalized, I pulled my dick out slowly and thrust again. This time, it was smoother and he did not cry out. On the third full thrust, he obviously made the transition from pain to pleasure. "MMMM, this feels so good." One of his supporting hands went down to his dick and he began to jack it. I continued my assault on his rear. Gradually, my pace increased. I told him I was going to shoot soon. He said to go ahead and put it in his ass. I needed no further encouragement. I began to thrust more powerfully and his jacking was a flurry of movement. As he shot, his asshole convulsed uncontrollably. This spurred me to pump my seed deep within him. We stayed connected for a few seconds, savoring the moment. I eventually pulled out and he began to wash his body anew. By the time we left the shower, we were both pretty prune skinned. We donned clothes, I had a fresh set, and he put on his now dry clothes he wore yesterday. I checked out of the hotel and we were back on the road again. We small talked for a while but the conversation grew serious when I entered the beltway around DC. "Brad, I am almost home, what do you want to do now?" "I don't know, I haven't given it much thought. I have no money and no friends. I don't have any place in mind in where to try to start out." Brad's eyes began to get misted over and I knew he was on the verge of tears. I decided to solve the problem for him. "Well, you can stay with me for a while at least, until you work things out and figure out what you want to do." His eyes got very wide and a smile blossomed on his face. He began to thank me profusely and I said, "Well, we will have to work some things out, but I am glad to have you." We finally reached my exit in old town Alexandria. I pulled up to my apartment complex and led him inside my place. It was a nice bachelor pad. It had a single bedroom, a multifunction room, which was my living room and dining room. I also had a small bedroom which became my office. There was a kitchen with a washer and dryer in the corner. Finally, there was the bathroom. Brad said, "Wow, this place is great." I replied, "It is not wonderful, but it will do. I need to mention that I am now working from home, so sometimes I can not be disturbed." I continued on with, "I also need to contact your folks, I know you left on bad terms but I do need to tell them where you are." He understood the request and told me their phone number. The conversation was doomed from the start. "Hello sir, are you Brad's father?" "I have no son named Brad. I do not appreciate you calling me. Now leave me alone." "Nonsense sir, Brad is standing right next to me. I just wish to relay the fact that he is doing okay and is now in the DC area." I looked at Brad and could see him struggling to keep tears from his face. "I refuse to acknowledge the information regarding somebody named Brad. As I told you before, I have no son by that name." "Very well sir, I am sorry to have troubled you. I only ask for one thing, I wish to get him situated down here, with school and eventually employment. If you truly not want to have anything to do with your son, you WILL relay to the school that he is now living down in DC with friends of the family." Not waiting for a reply, I hung up the phone and Brad rushed to me, hugging me tightly. I felt his tears running down my neck. I embraced him and shushed him as a mother does a frightened child. "I hate him, I fucking hate him, I want to kill him," he cried out. He lightly began to punch me in the back, I just endured it, knowing that he was going through a terrible moment. After a while, he quieted down and whimpered. My stomach rumbled, and Brad laughed shakily. "Well, I guess we need to go out for some food," I said. He ran his sleeve past his nose. "Man, haven't you ever heard of tissues," I joked. "Well, let's get dressed up so I can take you to a nice restaurant for your first meal here." I took him into my bedroom. It hosted a closet, my queen sized bed, a dresser, and my exercise equipment. We rummaged through my closet and I found a pair of dress slacks that he fit in, a nice blue dress shirt, and an old blazer I could not fit in anymore. He picked out his tie, some eclectic color pattern, I guess it is Spring, so colors are in. I picked out my ensemble, it was a bit more conservative. It consisted of a pair of slate grey slacks, a light grey shirt, a black and white tie, and a charcoal sport coat. As we changed, I got to look over his hot body again. It was just a truly intoxicating sight. "You are such a beautiful young man, you know that Brad?" "You are not so bad yourself. I actually like the roundness to your gut, makes you look more human and less like an old Greek statue." He ran his fingers down my chest and rubbed my belly. I could not help it and laughed at his touch. "Oh, ticklish are yah? Come over here." With that, he attacked me with his nimble fingers. I began to cry from laughing so hard. "Stop, stop, stop! Let me recover for a bit, man you are a tickling pro." I sat on my bed panting. "We need to get changed before my stomach growls again, I need food NOW." He laughed, and we finished changing. We left the apartment and I headed to my favorite steak place. "Welcome to Smith & Wollensky," I said. "Sky's the limit, just don't go over $100 please." When the waiter gave him the menu, his jaw dropped. I told him to just order a steak and I would cover the rest. He ordered the filet, while I ordered the prime rib. I also got 1 order of fries and 1 order of corn. I ordered a bottle of red wine for us, and the waiter did not even think to card Brad. Maybe in this light he looks older than he is, I did not question. Brad looked at me and whispered, "I never had wine before, other than at church." I tell him not to worry and only drink a glass or 2. The waiter comes back with the wine, he gives me a sample to taste and I approve the selection. He pours our drinks and walks away. I made a toast, "To your new life which begins today." We touch glasses and he takes a sip. His face turns to a grimace, "I thought red wines were supposed to be sweet. This tastes like it dried out my mouth. I can shove cotton in my mouth for much cheaper." I laugh at his comment and down my glass. "Tomorrow, I plan to stake out a school for you to attend. We will look at the different options and choose, but I want you to start classes on Tuesday. We also need to get you some clothes and supplies." I pour myself another glass and begin to sip it. "I can't tell you thank you enough. I do plan to earn my keep... somehow. I don't know how, but I will pay you back." He sipped at his liquid dust as he called it. We waited for the steaks to arrive. When they were sent to our table, Brad's eyes widened at the sight. The steaks were absolutely massive, and I don't think he had ever seen a steak that large before. The communal fries and corn was laid out before us. I dug in to the piece of red meat, and helped myself to a scoop of corn and some fries. When we finished the meal, I noticed well over half the carafe was gone and I know Brad had more than 2 glasses. He was not at the slurring stage yet, but I knew he would be soon. I paid the bill and we left the restaurant. During the drive home, I could tell he was feeling fine. When we got to the apartment, I had to help him out of the car and guide him into the place and to the bed. He smiled sloppily at me as I removed his shoes, jacket and tie. He slowly undid the buttons to his shirt, took it off, and then removed his pants. With that final effort he was out like a light. I turned out the bedroom lamp and headed to my office to get some work done. After about 8 hours, well after midnight, I slid into the bed next to him. He was snoring lightly and I kissed him on his cheek. "This will be some interesting set of months to come." I quietly said. His soft sigh was enough affirmation for me. I drifted off to sleep. ---------- Part 2 of a second attempt (1st being a failure) of a story. Please send comments/suggestions/minor flames to franticmike@yahoo.com Thanks for all the comments via email. I am very new to writing these, so I do not know the proper etiquette for replying, from now on, I will reply to emails UNLESS you state 'no reply' somewhere in the message. Thank you again.