Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2007 01:35:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Chick Grope Subject: Roving Hands Part 6 His smile as he opened the door to me was like a huge ray of sunshine. I knew he was really pleased to see me and my chest swelled with pride and another surge pumped my penis up a little more. "Oh Jack, I'm so glad you could come! Come in." He was wearing a sort of dressing gown, only it was not like anything I had ever seen before, except a kimono thing my mom wore in the morning sometimes. It was like silk with all bright colours and patterns but on a black background, sort of oriental. I guessed he had nothing on underneath, and that thought made my penis twitch again. He saw me looking at his gown. "Do you like it, Jack? I got it in Thailand." "What's Tieland? A shop?" "No, it's a country, thousands of miles away." "Oh. Did you go there?" "Yes. Several times." "Why? Is it a nice place?" "It's wonderful, Jack. I don't know anywhere in the world where the boys are so pretty!" He sighed. I thought pretty was a funny word to use about boys. It's more a word to describe girls, isn't it? "Yes, Thai boys are prettier than Thai girls. And they love to play cockgames, Jack." I felt a twinge of jealousy. "You did stuff with those boys?" He could read the expression in my eyes. "That's before I met you, Jack. Come here!" He pulled me to him, letting his gown fall open as he did so, and I felt his lovely fat cock, soft and warm, pressing into me. Then he began to undress me, chatting all the while in a matterofact sort of way, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a naked man to be stripping a young boy. I didn't even try to hide my stiffy. "Yes," he said, "some of those Thai boys even put on make up so they look even prettier. Almost like girls. Some men like that. I didn't mind, it was different. And those boys really know how to do the business with a man's cock, believe me..." And on he went, talking more to himself than to me, remembering his sex trips, all the while stripping me till I was standing naked in front of him, my penis sticking up rigid like a little soldier. "My my, Jack! You ARE excited, aren't you? I wish my cock would just stand up like yours!" All his talk about Thai boys and how they did things with men had really got me worked up. And I was real curious about where he said they put on make up. He knelt in front of me and tenderly slid his lips over my cock. Mmmm, I loved the warm and the wet of his mouth. He had to grab my bottom to steady me or I might have fallen over at that moment. "John?" He had told me I could use his first name. "Hmm?" With his mouth busy over my cock, it was a stupid time to ask questions but I needed to know. "Do you think I am a pretty boy like those Thai boys?" He was flicking his tongue round and round my cockhead and it was getting me close. He must have sensed it because he stopped then and looked up at me. "Don't want you to cum too quickly, do we, Jack? And yes, you are much much prettier than any of those boys." "Would you like me more if I put on make up like they do?" He gripped my bottom, slid my penis into his mouth again, briefly, and then looked up at me again. "I think you are already perfect, Jack. Look at what you have done to my cock already!" He reached down and pulled back his gown. His cock was now half-erect and swelling as I looked at it. I caught my breath. It was beautiful. "But, if you really want to know....." He did not finish the sentence, but instead stood up and led me over to a big comfy armchair, which had a coffee table beside it. He shucked off his black silk gown with its bright colours and patterns, flopped back in his chair and beckoned me to sit on his lap. He had spread his legs so I sat on one thigh, getting as close to his cock as possible cos I loved to feel it against my bare flesh. My stiffy glistened with his saliva. I was very proud of myself at that moment. He reached into a little drawer in the coffee table and took out what I recognised at once as a lipstick. I had watched my mom many times doing that stuff to her face. "Would you like me to...?" And before I could answer, he had painted lipstick on my lips. He contemplated the effect and let out a long slow whistle of approval. "Jack, you look good enough to eat!" He pulled me on to him, my back to him, so that my bottom was pressing into his belly and his cock was between my thighs. I couldn't believe how good it felt under me or how good it looked sticking up. Instinctively I brought my legs together to trap his cock between them. "Look at me, Jack," he said huskily. I turned my head towards him. He put his hand gently on the back of my neck and pulled me toward him till my mouth met his. I didn't know much about kissing. My mom always kisses me on the mouth and I don't really like it. It's sort of wet and icky. But my manlover's kiss was quite different. Warm and soft but not wet and icky. I could feel a little roughness and that made it even nicer. It was a short kiss, but it left me dazed. I could see that he was breathless too, and the twitching of his cock as it hardened between my legs confirmed that he liked kissing me as much as I liked being kissed. "Mmmmm!!!" he sighed. "I'm glad I put that lipstick on you, Jack! You are perfect! Did you like that?" My answer was to lean towards him and kiss him full on the mouth. The grip of my legs on his cock tightened instinctively. This was the best moment of all. Surely it couldn't get any better. I was in heaven! He reached round and took my penis in his fingers, massaging me gently as we kissed. I in turn reached down and let my fingers play over his velvety cockhead. I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to kiss his mouth. I wanted..... I just didn't want this ever to stop. I knew at that moment that he really really liked me. I was his special friend, his pretty boy, his.... Then I remembered my dream. The bit where I pushed my mom's vibrator into myself and it made me cum. I felt my penis starting to detumesce. Guilt. "What's wrong, Jack? Did I hurt you?" I remained silent for a moment and then "John, a bad thing happened, but I've got to tell you." I blurted out the whole story, my head turned away from him - I didn't want to see the look of disappointment or disgust in his eyes. When I had finished he held me tight. "Jack, that is the most wonderful wonderful thing you could have told me. I am SO proud of you!" Proud? Proud that I had dreamt such a gross thing? "It isn't gross, Jack, it is the most wonderful and natural thing for a boy to dream about. I can promise you, the real thing is even more wonderful." "Real thing?" I said, not really grasping what he was saying. "Yes, Jack" - his voice was barely above a whisper - "it is a very special kind of loving between a man and a boy." I could taste the sweetness of the lipstick mingled with the taste and smell of his manliness. I could feel his cock, softer now but still trapped between my legs. I was aware of a clock ticking somewhere. I could feel his heart beating against me. I could feel the warmth of his flesh against mine. In the silence, I could hear his breathing. And in my head, those words: "...a special kind of loving between a man and a boy." I was confused, I couldn't put meaning to those words, they were just a jumble. And then it hit me. An older boy at school called Harry Jones had told us how you don't need girls for sex, because you can "do it" with another boy. He described how had "done it" with Billy Minor and how they had both cummed, and how they did it all the time now, and and and... Well, at this moment, I knew what it was all about. "Do you know what I am talking about, Jack?" I nodded and told him what Harry Jones had said that day in the playground about doing it with Billy Minor, how Billy was better than any girl, etc. "Let's go, Jack. We will be much more comfortable in my bed." He took my hand and led me into the bedroom, allowing me to hold his cock as we walked. I wanted to be his Billy, his pretty boy, to his Harry Jones, but I was scared as hell. To think this had all started with a roving hand in a cinema. But I couldn't back out now, even if I wanted to. And I didn't want to. We lay on John's bed, naked, our arms round each other and our cocks touching and growing as the excitement began to mount again. My face was against his chest and I wondered what it would be like to flick my tongue over his nipple. There was so much to explore. [To be continued. Comments to gropechick@yahoo.com or visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rovinghands/]