Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2004 19:20:19 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SEX WITH THE GROOM - PART 2

Hi guys, I've received so many e-mails in response to the first part of this
story that I haven't yet been able to answer them all - but they are also
the reason I have decided to try another chapter to what I intended to be a
one-chapter story.

A lot of guys wanted to know how old I was, how big my dick was and what was
my fantasy.   OK, I am 27 (although I was 13 at the time of the story, hung
7 and my fantasy is big cocks - the bigger the better.  I think cocks are
the most beautiful of God's creations.

Speaking of God and his infinite wisdom, no way would I presume to criticize
him, after all he created a wonderful planet for us to inhabit (hopefully,
someday, we'll develop the sense to appreciate and care for it).

But, when you think of it, God could not have had a model for a man's cock,
only an idea and his idea was really great, but in my feeble mind he didn't
make them big enough.  Why?  Because he also created gay men, cocksuckers,
size queens - the whole spectrum of male perverts (and, don't forget, all
his children, all created in his image), so there are lots more than women
attracted to the male reproductive organs.  Enough said, I guess you've got
the idea from a size queen's point of view; I'll shut up before lightening
strikes me and destroys my computer in the process.  (I'm not joking.  I had
a friend in Wyoming, who's wife was gone for a week, that had taken a big
dicked stud home with him from a bar one night.  On the way home a storm
came up and the big dicked stud had just shoved it in when lightening struck
the corner of the house where the bedroom was and took out huge chunk of
wall at both sides of the corner.  End of their sex; end of the story.)  So,
bolts of lightening really can happen.

I can just hear you guys saying "Get on with the fucking story!" so here
goes.

Brent and I had a wonderful, sex filled 2 months, then one day I had to
leave on a two or three hour errand for my dad; when I got back from the
errand Brent was gone.  My dad was more upset than I was because he'd been
paying Brent every two weeks and he owed Brent another 2 day's pay - talk
about honesty.

The next disaster occurred when my dad had to go to Europe for a month.  I
about went crazy. I bought the sexiest, flashiest outfit I could find and
started loitering on the sidewalks in front of the major hotels in downtown
San Francisco.  Two nights it almost paid off; out-of-town, married guys,
that had too much to drink, picked me up to take care of their erections.
Both times, I walked out of their room, slammed the door, took the elevator
down and stomped through the lobby and back out onto the sidewalk, hailed a
taxi to take me home.  On both occasions the two drunks had cocks half the
size of mine and one of the guys was so fucking drunk, he couldn't even get
it up. Both times left me totally unrequited and hornier than ever. The only
good part of the experience was that the vice squad hadn't picked me up.

Every week I became hornier, thought I was going to wear my dick off with
all the jacking I was doing, cursing Brent and thinking more and more of
Darrell, the beautiful, big dicked groom I'd seduced in Reno on his
honeymoon and robbed, from him, the first outpouring of his precious cum
after he'd taken his marriage vows.  I tried, without success to get into
gay bars, gay baths, gay bookstore and arcades.  Being both queer and 13
years old was a frustrating combination believe me.  And, at 13, a boy
doesn't know how to control his sex drive, divert his mind to different
matters.  The only thing he knows is get sex, get sex and get more sex.

Finally my dad came home and then had to put in a week in the office before
we could go back to Reno.  He was just out the penthouse door, headed for
the casino, when I bolted out to catch the next elevator down one of the
restaurants in the hotel. Being a weekend the place was crowded and finally
I waited it out until I was at the front of the to-be-seated line when
Darrell came rushing up to me.  I'm not kidding you I damn near, fucking
feinted.

He planted a big kiss on me, which most of the people in the restaurant who
were facing in our direction noticed (which I liked - it turned me on
quicktime), took my hand and guided me to his booth; a small, U-shaped booth
at the back of the dining room.  Darrell scooted in on one side and I
entered on the other side.  He scooted on around to the back and motioned
for me to do the same.  Holding hands under the table he said he'd just had
a cocktail and would try to catch a waiter's eye.

"Jason, I've been here for three days now looking for you.  I'm so happy you
showed up."

"Me, too.  I've really been thinking of you and needing you like hell.  I
never expected you and Debbie would return here so soon."

"There is no Debbie.  The marriage was annulled 2 days after we got home, on
grounds that it had never been consummated.  I've been back three times
trying to find you."

An older waiter came, called me by name and said there was a lot of new
people working tonight, none of them recognized me as a penthouse guest, but
he'd corrected the situation.  I asked him to wait while we looked at the
menu; I wanted the meals charged to the suite and delivered.  If no one
answered the door, just ring the doorbell and leave the tray tables in the
hall.

We took the penthouse elevator.  We were both so hot and excited we had a
hell of a time making the entry card work in the electronic slot of the door
lock. Once inside he pushed me against a wall, locked me in an open mouth
kiss, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and went down on my boy cock.  How
different from the first time when I had to seduce him for over an hour
before he let me suck him; now he was so fucking hot he was trembling.  Of
course, I was so excited that I filled his mouth with my boy juice in less
than a minute.

"Oh baby, I've wanted that so badly!"  He then reached around and stuck a
finger between my buns and up my toy box as far as it would go saying, "I
want that too.  I've been wanting you any way you'll let me."

"Darrell, there has never been such a thing as my letting you.  It's only a
question of when and how often you want me.  Every time you can get an
erection would suit me fine."

We undressed each other, tossing our clothes into a pile on the floor.  Went
to the bar and poured two Beefeater Martinis, flopped on the sofa and waited
for the steaks to be delivered.  When the food came, I didn't answer the
doorbell but waited a while with my ear at the door until I heard the
elevator ding to announce its arrival to take the waiter back down.  Giving
it a few more seconds, I propped the door open, went twice into the hall,
naked, and carried the food trays back to the sofa."

"Darrel, can I suck you off in the pool next, then you can fuck me when we
get in bed for the night?"

"Wouldn't your dad object to that?"

"No, he knows the score.  He sometimes brings both women and boys up for the
night himself."

After we had eaten and consumed another round of Beefeater Martinis plus
pouring two more to take out on the patio with us, I went to the bedroom and
pulled a plastic, "Y" shaped float that I have previously inflated, out from
under the bed.  I'd ordered it from a porno store on the Internet.  The
purpose of it was so a guy could lie down with his body on the leg of the
"Y" and his legs would be opened up when placed on the two arms that
completed the "Y".  I had ordered it in case I brought some guy up to the
penthouse and wanted to suck him in the pool.  The evening was cool, the
water was warm and I lit the four, propane space heaters, had Darrel lie on
the float, gave him a bottle of poppers and I pushed him out to where I
could stand in the water with his erection right at the level of my face.

I took a hit from the brown bottle and started what I intended to be a long
period of just looking at his cock.  The big, beautiful piece of cock flesh,
9 inches, fully erected, with it's cockhead swollen and shiny, was the
answer to my dreams and I touched it only by placing my hand under his balls
and lifting them up but never touching the shaft or cockhead.  It was
amazing how hot it made me just looking at it.  It was that beautiful and
what a piece of eye candy for a 13 year-old cocksucking, size queen.

Finally, I walked backward toward the shallow end of the pool, pulling the
float with me until the water was shallow enough that I could bend over him
and suck him.  I prepared him for taking into my mouth by sucking his balls
and then licking his shaft, licking the cockhead and tonguing his piss slit.
  Finally I lowered my head, slowly taking the magnificent, big, warm, fuck
tool down my throat.  My tongue was going as crazy as the rest of me, it
kept swirling around his cock head as my mouth began going up and down on
his cock.  My mouth was salivating like it had never done before.  I was
taking the whole thing so easily and I knew his being high on poppers along
with my wet mouth and pumping motion was making his cock feel good for him.
All too soon, it was beginning to feel too good for him, his testicles
erupted and his cum flowed into my mouth.  I put a thumb and forefinger on
his shaft and milked every last drop out of his urinary canal, as I didn't
want to leave even the smallest amount in the urinary tract, only to be
wasted down the toilet the next time he took a piss.  I walked around one of
his legs and moved the float down to where we could, again, lock our mouths
into an open mouthed, wet kiss.

"Jason, now I remember why the memory of you was driving me so crazy.  Sex
is like a ritual to you, isn't it?  You make the whole thing so erotic
prolong it for as long as you   and leave no doubt that you truly love doing
it with a guy and that in turn leaves no doubt that you love the guy."

"I do, Darrell, I really love you.  I have never met Debby, but from the
minute you told me she was your bride I've been jealous of the bitch."

"Bitch is right.  But you don't have to be jealous anymore.  My only regret
is that you are too young.

Shit, why the fuck did he say that.  Didn't he want me any more?  I was
almost in tears.

"Don't you like me?"

I knew that I had stunned him, too, with that reply."

"Oh sweetheart, my beautiful, beautiful baby; I more than like you, I love
you.  What's wrong?"

"Why am I too young?"

"I only meant you were too young to whisk away to Vermont were men are
allowed to marry."

"Would you marry me?"

"Of course I would.  I want you to be all mine, you would be my teen aged
bride, I don't want another man to have the sweet, forbidden fruit of your
mouth and love hole, your beautiful body, you're your cute, boy face, your
humor and your teen naughtiness."

"Will you wait for me?"

"If we can be together every day until you're 18."

"Chain our legs and arms together if you want to.  But I give you my word,
I'm not about to let go of the most handsome, hung stud I've ever made love
with."

In my bedroom I said, "That thing's hard again, I want you to fuck the shit
out of my boy pussy.  I want it so bad, I'll take if it kills me."

"You've taught me a lot about sex and how to prolong it and make it erotic
and totally satisfying.  I'll show you what a good pupil I'm been, so don't
worry about my hurting you."

After he'd shot off big time in my boy-cunt, he asked me why I'd gotten that
call girl the first time we'd met being I'd just sucked him off.  I told him
he'd been talking about Debbie ever since he'd come up to penthouse, I
thought he wanted a girl but mostly I wanted him to be so fucking drained he
couldn't get it up for Debbie when she did show up.  Even though I'd never
seen her, I was so fucking jealous of her being married to him that I
couldn't stand it.

Saturday ended and was much a repeat of Friday night - sex around the clock;
at least sex every time Darrell got an erection.  Darrell did have a little
too much to drink Saturday night and it was quite late when I woke up Sunday
morning.  Darrell was on his back and I started my all time favorite game -
arousing a sleeping cock on a sleeping man before he woke up.  It was not
fully 9 inches when flaccid and it was flopped across one of his legs.  I
had just played with his cock meat enough that it was fully aroused and I
was about to scoop it into my mouth when my dad opened the door. Shit, I'd
forgotten to lock it.

"Jason get your ass up and back to" and he stopped short of completing the
sentence and switched to another one, "Mother of God, how much did that big
dicked stud cost you?"

"Nothing he's my lover, why did you barge into my room?"

"You've got to get to the airport. I'd never have known you were still here
but I happened to see your wallet on the kitchen counter while making
coffee."

(Shit I'd forgotten that when school was in session I had to get back on
Sunday for school Monday morning or Father Maloney would literally crucify
me.  My dad, as always, spent the rest of the week in the casino.)

"How big is your lover's cock?"

"Nine inches."

"Do you intend to take him with you?"

"Yes, or I'm not going."

"Do you intend sharing?"

"Fuck off on that idea."

"You ungrateful prick, but to tell you the truth I wouldn't either."

Darrell was awakened by my talking with my dad and woke up"

"It's OK, baby, he's my dad."

Darrell, realizing he had an erection, immediately covered it with his hand
until my dad said, "Take your hand off your cock.  I'm about to get off
looking at it. What's your name, stud?"

"Darrell Morehouse, sir."

"Darrell Morecock would be more appropriate. You are absolutely beautiful."

He grabbed an envelope from his coat pocket, removed the letter and wrote on
the back of the envelope " I agree to pay Darrel Morehouse the sum of
$__________ yearly to serve as my son's escort and guard.  And he signed it
L R Martin, laid it on the dresser, told me to take it with me, it called
for a negotiation, pay whatever was required to close the deal, said "Get
your asses in gear and to the airport.  I'll reserve a limo for 3 hours from
now."

Dad turned back to Darrell and said, "How can my son satisfy you.  You're
one fucking hung stud?"

"He's the best cocksucker I've ever met and he can take it up his boy pussy,
too."

"That's remarkable even if it's only half true.  I want you to promise me
you'll never hurt him."

"No sir.  I love him too much to do that."

Dad closed the door and I said, "Darrell, how many cocksuckers have you
known?"

"You're the only one, I just told your dad that to emphasize that you were
good."

Our stuff was strewn all over the room but we managed in the three hours to
get it all stuffed into my travel bag, go down to Darrel's room and get his
stuff together, have breakfast and get to the entry where the taxi's and
limo's picked up their customers.

It wasn't that far to the airport, the windows, including the one between
the driver and passenger compartment were tinted black, we hadn't had sex
this morning, so I unzipped him and released his erection and brought him to
climax, which I had started to do before when I was interrupted by my dad.

Just before our landing approach to San Francisco International, one of the
stewardesses approached and told me that Executive Limo Services would be
waiting at the entrance for me.  (Well, I'll ring up one for my dad; he was
either concerned for me or trying to horn in on Darrel.  Lotsa luck dad!)

I had the limo driver drop us off at a restaurant because I remembered, with
my dad gone for so long in Europe, I hadn't been buying a lot of food and
we'd only had breakfast.  I knew Darrell would be hungry.

>From there, we went to the apartment on Russian Hill, had sex and went to
sleep.  Monday, I went to school.  When I got back from school, Darrell was
horny as hell and we had our first sex of the day on the carpet, in front of
the living room's floor-to-ceiling window wall, in full view of the 750,000
people who lived in San Francisco, if they wanted to watch.

I hadn't shown Darrell my dad's proposed contract, on the back of the
envelope.  I was trying to think of a way to present it without making him
think I was paying him for sex.
The truth of the matter was that I'd do a hell of a lot more for sex with
this dude.  There was no fucking way on earth that I would tire of having
sex with him.  He absolutely captivated me, and when he discovered my
fanatical obsession, as he ultimately would, he would have complete control
over me.

After dinner, I showed him what my dad had written on the back of the
envelope.

"Oh Shit, Jason, this would make me feel like I was being paid to have sex
with you."

"It needn't make you feel that way.  It's an agreement that says you'll be
my escort and guard.  It doesn't say anything about sex.  I've had a 24-hour
companion and guard ever since I started to kindergarten - but never one I
liked.  If you want to give me sex, I'd love it."

"The sad truth of the matter, Jason, is that Debbie's dad was also my
employer.  He fired me.  I wouldn't have the finances to stay here very long
without some sort of salary."

"Well just sign the damn thing then, and get it over with."

"How much should I fill in the blank with?"

"What was Debbie's dad paying you?"

"$70,000 a year."

Well that was Salt Lake City and this is San Francisco.  Would $156,000 make
you feel OK with it?"

"Your dad might not pay that much."

"He'll pay whatever you put in the blank, or I'll slice his nuts off.
That's $13,000 a month or $6,500 every two weeks.  That's why I suggested
the figure; it breaks down into even amounts being he pays twice a month.
If you want to put in more just write it in and sign it."

He filled in the amount and signed it; I put it on top of the stack of
papers on my dad's desk and returned to the TV room.

"Darrell, I can see the outline of your big cock in the left leg of your
jeans.  I want to do something I've never done."  I tossed him a bottle of
poppers, undid his jeans and pulled them down around his feet, took off his
shoes, and pulled them the rest of the way off.  After we'd both taken a
heavy hit from the brown bottle, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and
masturbated him a few stroke.  When it got totally erect though, I got so
hungry to have it in my mouth that I finished with a combination of jacking
and sucking.  I loved looking at that beautiful fat, nine-inch, male fuck
tool with it's big, cum filled balls and took things slowly.  Ultimately he
put a hand on each side of my head, pulled me down to take it in my mouth
and cum pumped out of his piss slit like I'd never experienced before.

"Take another hit, Darrell!  I continued jacking and sucking with an
increased speed and the ever horny Darrell again put a hand on each side of
my head, preparing me for his second explosion."  That was something I
really wanted to do again, and he did too.  So masturbation was added to
cocksucking and fucking.  It was my dad's money but if he ever asked I'd
tell him Darrell was worth every penny of his salary and more.

In two weeks, when Darrell's first payment was found in an envelope on the
floor outside our bedroom door when we woke up, the $6,500 was in cash in an
envelope.  He asked me, "Why cash?"

"I thing it is so you wont have to pay Income Tax or at least not on all of
it, whatever you think you can work out.

"What about meals and all the other things you pay for?"

"That's just a job benefit like paying medical and dental bills will be."

"I fucking can't believe you and your dad."

"You better; we're for real. A bit weird, but real."

"Darrell, I've been meaning to ask you.  We can't go to Vermont and exchange
wedding vows until I'm eighteen, but we could go on a sort of "pre-wedding"
honeymoon.  I'd like to spend Summer Vacation in Europe with you when
schools out."

"Why Europe?"

"I think it would be a great experience for both of us.  Too, just think of
fucking every week in another country."

The following Saturday we applied for passports.  Contemplating I might run
into a snag because of my age, I took my birth certificate along as well as
a letter from my dad saying I had his permission to travel with Darrell
Morehouse, who was in his employ as an escort and guardian for me.  They
said that my name and photograph would appear on Mr. Morehouse's passport
rather than my being issued a separate passport.

Monday was to be some sort of a school holiday (teacher conferences or
something) so Sunday morning we took off in the Mustang for our second home,
in Millbrae, on the peninsula south of San Francisco.  It was an old,
one-story ranch style house but meticulously maintained and quite beautiful
in its way. It was on a tree-lined street, paved but without sidewalks,
which gave the area a semi-rural look.  When you entered, the hall opened
into a library on the right and a dining room on the left; in the front was
a large living room with a glass wall opening out onto a covered porch and,
even from the hall, you could see the pool in the middle of a lawn.  A lawn
surrounded by trees and a wall.

The pool, lawn and house were all maintained by contract. I knew the
cleaning lady had been there on the day before. It was a beautiful day, a
rare day of winter sunshine.  Darrell headed straight out to the pool,
sparkling in the sun, stripped and jumped in.  I told him I'd join him as
soon as I turned up the pool heater and got us some beach towels and robes.

I paused though to watch the naked, hung stud jump into the pool and frolick
around like a dolphin.  Sometimes I was almost reduced to tears when I
looked at him and realized that he was mine.

On returning I jumped in, swam toward him and climbed on his back.

"Shit head", want to play rough do you?"  He turned around so that I was
under water and had to give up.  We were then facing each other; he grabbed
me, kissed me and swam toward the edge nearest the house and lounge chairs,
climbed out, sat in one of the chairs instead of the lounges and began
drying off.  Another perverted thrill was each morning after we'd showered
together, I'd stare at him drying his cock, balls and between his legs in
his crotch area.  I watched him as he dried off now.

"Jason, don't sit down, come kneel in front of me, between my legs.  I want
to ask you something?"

I toweled off and did what he asked.

"Jason, when you placed me on that raft in the pool at the penthouse, and
when you got your face up close to my cock and the time you jacked me off,
do you remember?"

"Of course."

"Do you like to, kinda, you know, just look at my cock?"

"I really do!"

"Can you tell me why?"

"I don't know.  It just turns me on real strong.  I love to look at it
because it is a part of you and the biggest cock I've ever seen.  I really
love it.  I'm so glad it's yours and that you give it to me.  If it was on
the most ugly dude in the world, I'm afraid I'd still love it.  Am I making
any sense?"

"Will you look at it now for me? Do you want to look at it now?  It seemed a
little weird when you first did it, but now it doesn't, in fact it turns me
on, too. It's flattering as hell.''

"Yes."

"He whipped off the beach town, spread his legs and there it was, flaccid,
hanging out and over his balls before pointing straight down.  I decided to
not even touch it, although I'd probably end up jacking on my own.  I
scooted closer; it was within inches from my face.  It was beautiful.  Weird
nor not, I loved looking at it.

"Jason, what is it called that you're doing?"

"I don't know, I just call it 'looking at it' but I've read stuff where they
call it cock worshiping.  That sounds right for me because I actually am, in
a way, worshiping it."

Nothing more was said for at least 15 minutes.  I didn't even jack, I just
looked as it slowly erecting, slowly lifting off and away from his balls,
his cock head growing, his shaft elongating, finally projecting out 90
degrees from his body, finally reaching total erection.  It truly was
beautiful, magnificent and erotic as hell. Darrell broke the silence with,
"I hope you want to suck it now - you've made me want to cum very badly."

"I went down on his manhood, brought it to a slow climax and jacked myself
off at the same time.  We climaxed together, he in my mouth, me on the deck
of the pool.  Better mine wasted than his.

For some reason, we didn't eat lunch.  Dad and I generally ate out, unless
we were spending the week down here, then we stocked the cupboards and
fridge. So, after a couple of Martinis, we were ready to eat and went to one
of the better restaurants in the area.

That night, it started with cuddling, kissing, two squirming bodies rubbing
against each other, working toward sexual satisfaction, and finally I handed
him a tube of KY.  He wanted me on my stomach; he spread my legs and lifted
them up to rest on his back, entered me and slowly shoved his whole 9 inches
into my boy puss.  His manhood filled me, it pleasured my pussy and my whole
body and I intended that my puss would, in return, pleasure his love pole.

He didn't hurry, just slowly fucked me and fucked me and fucked me and
fucked me.  Then he began breathing heavily, kissed my neck, bit my earlobes
and I felt him erupt deep inside me.  When finished he collapsed on top of
me and said, "Was that good for you?''

"God, yes.  For the first time I feel as though you have really and truly
fucked me. Not only fucked me in heat and passion but also fucked me with
love."

"Baby, I do love you.  I feel so lucky the way things developed between us,
you're accidentally sitting in a chair next to me at a pool. You taking me
up to the penthouse suite, our having sex and becoming lovers."  (I saw no
reason to correct his impression that it was an accident.  Actually it had
been a premeditated, first step in trying to get him up to the penthouse,
investigate his big bulge and suck him dry, if possible.)

We had a lazy Sunday.  The only time we were out of the house was a fast
trip to a convenience store before breakfast for, bacon, eggs, milk, muffins
and frozen hash browns as well as some sandwich fixings for lunch along with
the Sunday newspaper.  I had checked and there was coffee, butter, jam and
other basic things in the fridge and kitchen cabinets.

Late afternoon, on the way back to San Francisco, Darrell thanked me, saying
that was a beautiful 2-day vacation.  He loved the house, the pool, the
large bedrooms, the quietness and privacy of the place.  He really felt
relaxed."

"I enjoyed it to.  It was nice being with you all that time.  My dad would
love it if I disappeared every weekend.  Would you want to make it a regular
weekend routine?  There is more that we could do beside hang around the
house all day."

"Jason, I'd absolutely love it.   And, do you know what was really unique
about the day?"

"What?"

"Its almost 6:00 in the evening and we haven't had sex yet."  He was being a
smart ass; sometimes he liked to tease me about how over sexed I was.  I
loved it when he did.

"Jason, let's just order pizza and after you've done your homework, we'll
turn in early and make up for our oversight.  Could you stand a good hard
ass fucking again tonight?  I want you to know that you were absolutely the
best piece of ass I've ever had last night."

"And do you know when I'm eighteen, just married, and you take your teen-age
bride to bed, he's going to be wearing the rag because he's having his
period, so you won't be able to get any on your wedding night."

"Don't threaten me you little prick, or I'll find some 13 year old
cocksucker to take care of me.  They do exist you know."

"Oh yea, and they're jailbait."

"Oh yea, and you know I've successfully dealt with that problem before."

Again, I saw no reason to say he didn't find the jailbait, the jailbait
found him.

It was a really dark night, so once we turned the bedlamp off all impending
pleasures would need be enjoyed through the sences of touch and hearing.

I should have kept my mouth shut.  He had the last word in bed.  I thought
he'd given me a good fucking the night before and he'd said I'd had been the
best piece of ass he'd ever had.  Well it was now the second best; I knew
from the prolonged and varied foreplay we went through before he gave it to
me and the love and passion with which he took me as well as the sound of a
huge man cock plunging in and out of a boys, lubed love hole and the
slapping of his body against mine.  Then, too, how could it help but be good
when you were getting it from a big, fat, nine inch, erected, big headed
cock that on the out strokes made it feel as if it were pulling your insides
out of your body, turning your asshole inside out, in a session that would
end with its shooting a big load of hot, sticky cock juice 9 inches deep
into your body, a juice that soothed all pains and made everything feel good
- and all from a cock that belonged to your adult lover."

At the end, we were exhausted.  He collapsed on top of me.  Our bodies, at a
high temperature from the extended sex act, his breathing against my face
all combined to give me a warm, loved feeling that helped both of us calm
down and a satisfaction that he had obtained the same pleasure from the sex
act as I had.  With my legs still locked around his back, he made no effort
to lift up and off of my boy body.  I became totally aware when his cock
began to go soft inside me and I could feel it withdrawing of its own accord
from my love hole.

He gave me a good night kiss.  We were both totally exhausted and, as usual
he collapsed on his back because he knew I liked to go to sleep while using
his outstretched arm as a pillow, one leg thrown over him and my hand
wrapped around his cock - my obsession, my insatiable passion, my pacifier,
my beautiful big cocked stud's man meat.

"Jason, was that good for you?"

"You know damn well it was.  How about you.  By the way I noticed you shot a
big load in my cunt?"

"Oh yes, it was good.  Didn't you cum?"

"Twice."

"Jason, I want you to know I do love you and I'm so glad I didn't get hooked
up with Debbie.  She was so frigid you'd have had to sleep with an electric
blanket in July to be comfortable sleeping with her.  But you're so fucking
hot I can't believe it.  Now that I know what boys can do I don't know why
the fuck I ever messed around with the idea of sex with girls."

My last conscious thought was that when he woke up in the morning, he would
do so with his cock in my mouth and close to climax.

I'd probably be wearing a skunk-eating-shit grin all day in school tomorrow.
  In a way I wish I didn't have to go, but Darrell and my dad must have done
some talking on that matter because Darrell was as strict - even more strict
- about my not missing school than my dad was.

Well, guys, I guess this chapter has ended.  If as many of you write as did
after chapter one and tell me how much you liked it and how hard you got
just reading it, I'll write another one.  After all, as you can imagine,
it's a thrill for me to have guys tell me that they got an erection reading
something that I had written.  It's kinda like a bond has been established
between us.

Thanks a million, Joe