Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2001 15:33:44
From: Ganymede
Subject: Sixty Nine chapter 8.

'69' Chapter 8.  by Ganymede


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'69' by Ganymede

Chapter 8.


With a grin that stretched nearly from one ear to the other, Ty
gleefully inserted his forefinger into the hole in Bandit's
behind and wriggled it around. If he had any idea of how sexy he
looked, sitting there naked on my bed with his slender sun-tanned
legs under him and his finger pushed inside his teddy bear's make-
believe butt-hole, and well past the second joint at that, he
would have been shocked. It was enough to make my erection harder
than ever. I could not have taken my eyes away even if I had
wanted to. I licked my lips, feeling hungrier than I did after a
long race. I swallowed a few times and tried to think of something
else. It was difficult not to tell him how sexy he was. I could
feel my penis starting to ache.

After a few moments of pushing his finger back and forth Ty
looked up at me with his teasing eyes. There was a hint of a smile
on his perfectly shaped lips that flickered as he gave the
situation some thought. It was obvious he was about to add fuel to
the fire. He knew the effect that he was having on me. That he was
burning high octane gas, would only make the situation worse.

"Yeah, it does feel kinda dry," he admitted with a loud sudden
giggle. "Now I think 'bout it, it don't feel nuthin' like a
pussy."

"I guess, but I'm kinda surprised that ya haven't figured out
what to do to fix it."

Ty shrugged, slowly moving his finger in and out of the ragged
hole. He rotated it, then began pulling back against the stretched
threads to make it even larger. At the same time he used the tip
of his tongue to play with his bottom lip. We sat there in
silence, me staring at Ty, and Ty studying the hole in his bear.

"Ya really know what feels like a pussy, Ace?" I asked slyly.

"No! And don't be sayin' my butt does, 'cause it ain't on tha
cards, Terry," he replied immediately.

Despite rejecting the immediate possibility of the two of us
having anal sex, he smirked. That playful grin was enough to
excite me, leaving a vague impression in my mind, that if pushed
hard enough, he might eventually relent and consent to giving it a
try at some point.

"Well, it does feel good that's fer sure, Ace, only the back
door ain't what I had in mind," I said flippantly.

Ty shrugged, seemingly passing off the possibility that
anything I could suggest might offer an alternative. When I
finally managed to take my eyes away from him for more than a few
seconds it was to gaze at his partially erect penis. It wasn't
hard to start imagining that short sensitive organ doing exactly
what his finger was doing even if it was pushed inside a girl. He
was naturally sexual, and although most people would say he was
shameless and depraved, to me he was erotic and delightfully
uninhibited. I watched his finger with its dark grease lines,
going around and around and up and down. If the bear was real both
of them would have been very happy about then. If only Ty would do
the same thing with me.... It might even be fun, having him draped
over my back, digging his little boy tool between my buttocks. I
grinned at him, leaving the thought alone and trying to get back
into safer territory.

"Ya know what else's hot and wet and nice and slimy, and feels
just like a pussy?" I ventured with a sly glance to see how he
would respond.

Ty regarded me suspiciously. He shook his head once. "What?"

"Gettin' yer dick sucked, Ace," I laughed as I saw his
surprise. "In fact, I know some men who swear that another guy's
mouth feels better than pussy, especially when it's done by
another guy."

"You mean like Bobbie?" Ty grinned.

I guffawed, thinking about what I had observed in the motel
room next door. Of course, Ty had not seen what I had seen, but he
was experienced enough to guess at the sort of things that two gay
men might do together. In fact, the more I thought about it, it
was very easy to imagine Bobbie going down on another man.
However, the idea of me doing that to a man-sized hair-covered
cock was depressing. It would be a very different matter with Ty's
smooth small member. It looked delectable, like a tasty morsel
waiting to be devoured.

"He ain't told me he does stuff like that exactly, Ace, but
yeah, he probably thinks along them lines, I reckon."

"Why?" Ty asked innocently. "I mean like why would it feel
better 'n if some girl done it?"

"I guess 'cause guys know how other guys feel," I offered.

That seemed to make sense to me. There was no way in hell that
a woman could ever understand how a man's penis felt, much the
same as I had no appreciation of a vagina. I knew as much about
'beaver' as I knew about real beaver, and that was not very much.
I hesitated before I continued.

"Um,... you wanna try it, Ace?" I suggested awkwardly. "I'll
suck yer dick if ya want."

"Maybe," Ty ventured. He thought about it. "Do I have'ta do
yers, Terry?"

I shrugged and tried to appear nonchalant about a suggestion
that made my heart pound. Just the thought of it, of Ty's
beautiful little head down and his pretty mouth wide open, sucking
on my engorged penis, excited me beyond my wildest dreams.

"Not if ya don't want, Ace," I finally managed to say.

He grinned at that. "Okay!" he said gleefully. "Ya sure ya
don't mind?"

I winked. I realized then that there would come a time when he
would reciprocate. I was not going to force him to do something he
was not ready for.

"Sure. Suckin' yer dinky little wiener gonna be the best thing
I've done in a long while," I laughed.

"Better 'n yesterday?" Ty asked boldly.

He did not wait for me to answer. I think he knew what I was
going to say anyway. Instead, he promptly stretched out on the bed
and put his arms behind his head. He looked down the length of his
bare sun-tanned body. If his penis had been half-erect when I had
last noticed it, it wasn't any longer. It looked as if it would
snap off. Just to make sure, I playfully flipped at it. It was
like touching a little shock absorber. It bounced up and down,
oscillating less each time it jerked, reaching final equilibrium
with a slight quiver.

"Yeah, much better," I said with an evil smack of my lips. That
made him giggle.

"Don't bite it, okay!" he warned.

"Me? Hell, I ain't bitten a dick off in months," I teased.

I started to lean in towards my eventual target.I glanced up,
watching Ty's wary expression. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. He
was barely able to stop himself from placing both hands over his
genitals to protect them. I wondered how he would react if I
kissed his belly. It was inviting. Smooth and golden brown, flat
and as hard as a board, although rippled with muscle where it was
supposed to be. He had a tiny belly button, so deliciously formed
that it was all I could do not to slurp over it. His belly
narrowed to a 'v', and swelled just before his sex. He was smooth
there, as smooth and soft as a baby. And there was his penis, that
crowning achievement of a boy. Hard as rock, as hard as a forged
connecting rod. And at the very tip was that glorious strange-hued
helmeted head, so swollen that it was purple and shiny. The slit
was barely visible. His testicles were pulled up tightly. They so
small and taut that I could barely see his walnut-colored,
wrinkled scrotum unless I moved down between his legs and looked
underneath. It was there, of course, but it was so flattened that
it almost looked as if he didn't have testicles.

I massaged his belly, flowing my fingers across his body,
gracefully grazing satin-smooth skin. I began to move lower. His
penis jumped expectantly every time my head inched closer. I
glanced back. Ty licked his lips. He smiled slightly.

"Well? I'm waitin'. I got four hot inches ready fer ya."

"Four inches my ass," I teased. "It's just pushin' three, Ace."

"I done proved it to ya already how big it is. Are ya goin' ta
do it or not?" he rebuked defensively.

"Be patient you little perv. I'm gettin' into place. Ya don't
wanna rush into it," I laughed. "Yer gonna get sucked soon enough.
Anyway yer dick's hard enough to snap off if I ain't careful."

"So suck it," Ty said insistently.

"Ya sure 'bout this, Ace?" I asked. "I don't want ya to do
nothin' ya don't want to do."

I was barely able to control myself at that point. However, as
eager as I was, I still wanted Ty to be in control. Above all, I
wanted that to be well understood by both of us. I was not about
to take advantage of him, no matter how much I would have liked
to. I looked at him steadily to make certain he was agreeable.
>From his expression, one thing was certain. He grinned happily,
his eyes sparkling with excitement. It could only be interpreted
to mean that he was doing this because he wanted to. He was both
eager and willing, perhaps even more than I was. This was going to
be on his terms and it sent a wild thrilling surge through me.

"Fer God's sake, just do it, Terry!" Ty said impatiently.

"I'm surprised ya ain't ya had this little dude sucked yet?" I
teased. I rubbed my finger over his rigid penis and he lifted up
instantly, his entire body suddenly very tense. "I kinda find it
hard to believe that ya really had this thing stuffed up a pussy,
but not in a guy's mouth?"

As I said it, I pretended to be surprised, with widened eyes
and an opened mouth. Ty smirked back at me.

"Did ah say this was the first time?" he said teasingly.

"Um, no,... but is it, Ace?" I teased back.

"I ain't tellin'. I ain't gay, that's fer sure. Anyway, ya
wouldn't want me tellin' someone that Terry Atkins sucked my dick
would ya?"

"You got that right! Last chance to say no? Ya rather I don't
suck it, ya better say so Ace?"

"No way, Jose. Won't it taste like piss?" he asked nervously.

I shrugged. "So what if it does. Just don't piss in my mouth,"
I added crudely.

"I won't. So suck me, will ya?" he suggested gleefully.

"Yer sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Why don't ya open up and do it?" Ty demanded
insistently.

With that final go ahead, I went to work. I think he was
expecting me to deep-throat him and get it over quickly. Instead,
I made it last. I made it last a very long time.

Boys are strange in that most of them don't like being kissed
on the lips, but a lot of them are perfectly happy to be kissed
elsewhere. At least, that is what I concluded based on a sample of
one. Yes, it was a small sample, but I was not trying to prove
some scientific hypothesis. However, for me, it was conclusive. I
began by stroking his shoulders and arms. That lasted all of about
thirty seconds before Ty wriggled and scooted up on the bed so
that my hand was a few inches closer to his groin. He smirked,
flexing his penis so that it jumped up and down.

"That's some dick ya got there, Ace," I teased. "It might be
small but it's harder than hell."

"It ain't so small, Terry," Ty rebuked. "I reckon it's as big
as any other kid my age."

He sounded somewhat perturbed, but when I glanced at his face
he was still smiling happily, almost too happily--as if he had
proven something beyond a shadow of a doubt and there would be no
need to discuss is again. However, my hand was making steady
progress towards his pint-sized genitals. The attraction was
overwhelming. It was if there was a magnetic force between us. I
needed only to touch that small indisputably male part and we
would both be forever satisfied. Indeed, by then I needed only to
extend my fingers and I would touch where his penis joined to his
pubis. I changed course at the last minute and slid my hand down
his thigh, coming very close but not touching. He quivered and
sighed softly.

"You little horn dog," I said under my breath. "Ya really want
this don't ya?"

Ty didn't answer. Some time during the last few seconds he had
become very tense. His penis suddenly flexed and jumped almost as
if he was experiencing the spasms of orgasm. His belly tightened,
revealing ripples of knotted muscle. He licked his lips. He took a
deep breath. And then he relaxed, waiting until my hand reached
his knee and began to move up again. This time I tickled the
inside of his thigh with my fingertips. Instinctively, his other
leg moved away, a long way away, until it was nearly perpendicular
to the leg I was caressing. He was giving me access, deliberately,
so that there could be no uncertainty. I glanced up to see the
faint trace of a smile. His eyes were nearly closed. He sucked on
his bottom lip. It seemed like I could hear him thinking. 'Touch
me there. Go on! I want you to. Do it!' As my fingers came closer,
his scrotum actually pulled up slightly, lifting his testicles in
anticipation of being fondled. I barely brushed the pink silky
skin when my hand drifted past. He gasped.

Then, my hand started to shake. His rigid penis was horizontal
and parallel to his flat belly, following the slight contour with
a curve of its own. The head, now swollen and purple-colored,
reached just to his tan line. It hovered over the zone between
brown and pale skin as if bridging between his public and private
areas. My fingers circled over his navel, inducing another
spontaneous shiver. For the last time my fingers resumed the
downward journey, encroaching into sacred territory. For an
instant, Ty's eyes met mine. I sensed approval, recognition of my
affection, acceptance that my sole purpose in life was to give him
pleasure. His eyes flickered and he nodded once, then again, and
in that gesture of silently yielding, made my heart surge with
excitement. Another nervous tremor ran through him when my
fingers stroked along the short inflexible length of his penis.

"Sure feels nice when someone else plays with it, don't it
Ace?" I murmured.

I did not expect him to answer. I was aware of his penis
throbbing beneath my fingers. His pelvis lifted up, pushing his
sex into my grasp. My hand cupped over it, my fingers closing up
around the hemisphere of his testicles, giving him a secure
comfortable sensation that elicited yet another wistful sigh.
When I lifted his penis into a vertical position it became even
stiffer. I felt it pushing against my fingers, trying to return to
the position of repose along his belly. However, where it had been
was not where I wanted it. I wanted it sticking straight up. My
fingers eased along the silky skin, pulling down so that the skin
stretched and the head, already exposed, became more flared. The
slit opened far enough that I glimpsed into the crimson hole.

I leaned down and kissed him on the most sensitive part of his
body. Just a quick kiss, and very lightly, but right on the tip.
For an instant I felt its soft roundness, a delicious heat
centered between my lips. It felt like his penis belonged there.
His hands pushed at my head even as I lifted away.

"You kissed my dick!"

"Yeah, I did," I smirked. "It didn't taste nothing like piss."

"What does it taste like then?" he asked curiously.

There was no taste, not until I thought about it. The taste was
indescribably sweet. It tasted clean and fresh, and alive, and it
was the taste of 'boy'. I did not know what a man's penis would
taste like, but instinctively I knew that I would not like it. But
I savored the taste that lingered in my mouth. It came from an
intense closeness with Ty and from sharing something very
special.

"Like a boy's dick," I teased.

"Very funny," Ty growled. "Ya gonna suck it or what?"

"Suck this?" I pretended to muse.

Instead I licked it. Actually, I had better make that 'slurped'
it. I lowered my head, considering whether I should take all of
his penis inside my mouth, or kiss it again, or give it a lick. I
tried to do all three at once. When I finally lifted my mouth and
tongue away there was a long silence.

"Wow," Ty muttered.

"Wow? That's all you can say?"

"More."

I wiped my mouth. It had not lasted very long, probably only a
few seconds, but my chin and cheeks were wet with saliva. Ty's
penis glistened wetly as well. There was even spit on his belly
and scrotum. I nearly laughed when I saw the expression on his
face. Ty was in rapture, his lips apart and hinting at the smile
that would have been there had the end of his thumb not been
inside his mouth. He breathed languidly, contentedly, sucking his
cheeks in as he pulled against his thumb. His eyes were closed to
slits. He was obviously very happy, but especially so for a boy
who claimed he was not 'gay'.

"I didn't know yer a baby, or are yer into suckin' yer thumb?"
I taunted.

"I don't!" Ty retorted heatedly. And then he smiled shyly as he
realized where his thumb was. "I was pickin' somethin' from my
teeth."

"Yeah, sure ya were, Ace. You were doin' the next best thing to
suckin' dick."

"Man, no way! I was not! Yer gross!"

I laughed. "Ya ready to git yer rocks off?"

Ty gave me a curious look. He nodded and eagerly pushed his
hands against the back of my head. I went down on him. This time
there was no kissing or licking. I opened my mouth and took his
penis in. I sucked, pulling it all the way inside. Then, still
sucking, I pushed at his testicles until his scrotum was in my
mouth. His little eggs popped through the ring of my lips one at a
time. I forced my tongue into the small pouch, stabbing
aggressively but not hard enough to cause him any pain. He
wriggled underneath me, his hands and feet twitching. His body
pressed upward, seeking to get even more of his groin into my
mouth. I sucked as hard as I could, wetting his genitals with my
tongue.

"Man that is some suction yer've got." Ty gasped.

I wanted to tell him that I had only just started, that he had
not seen anything yet. However, saying anything to him would have
meant taking my mouth away, and at that moment it was the last
thing I wanted to do. I could feel him becoming restless, quaking
when I tongued his penis, shuddering when my lips massaged his
sensitive scrotum. Without any experience, and based entirely on
how he responded, I sucked him right up to the point of orgasm
before I stopped.

His muscles had become so taut that his slender body was bowed.
I grinned at him and licked my lips. Saliva dripped from his
penis. There was even spit dribbling down between his legs on both
sides of his scrotum. We were both breathing heavily.

"What's wrong?" Ty asked nervously.

"I thought you were gettin' bored. I worked ya over pretty
good, didn't I?"

"Yeah. Why did ya stop just when it was gettin' good?"

"Better than pussy?"

Ty giggled. He didn't answer right away. "It's okay."

I waited for him to elaborate. 'Okay' could mean anything in
Ty-speak. He grinned.

"Well, I'm gettin' bored waitin'," he said boldly. "It ain't
good to start somethin' 'n not finish it."

I stifled a laugh and went back to my assigned task. Not that
it was unpleasant. Sucking three very hard inches of boy flesh
made my mouth tingle even though the sweet taste had disappeared.
The skin covering that rigid little spike was unbelievably soft,
and so hot that my mouth seemed to melt around it. Within seconds
Ty began to move his hips up and down. The motion was natural and
despite his youth, entirely expected. He humped against me gently
at first and I nuzzled his smooth belly with my nose and cheek. I
tightened my lips around his penis and used my fingers to rub his
testicles. His thrusting became stronger, faster, more agitated
until the slow rhythm was gone and his hips jerked erratically. I
was entranced. He was going to climax because of what I was doing
to him. I was giving him special feelings, the kind of feelings
that lovers give to each other.

There was another feeling that I wanted him to experience. I
wiped the forefinger of my right hand against his scrotum, wetting
it thoroughly before sliding it down along the crease between his
legs. The rippling thin line led back underneath him, into his
crevice. He was wet there and slippery to, so slippery that I need
not have worried about getting my finger wet. His cheeks were firm
and close together, yet they were so slick that they offered
little resistance. My finger pressed further into Ty's crack. I
rubbed back and forth, creeping forward very slowly, not rushing
into that forbidden zone. His hips suddenly lifted up a little
higher. Was it possible? Was this really happening?

I could not accept that he was going to allow me to touch that
part of his body, not after he had rejected anal sex. Yet, he said
nothing. His hips kept moving, jabbing his penis back and forth
into my mouth. Then my finger was at his anus, not inside of
course but rubbing into the furrowed lip, teasing his nerve
endings until he trembled. I glanced up and saw him sucking his
thumb urgently, licking it, his face contorted with ecstasy,
almost in pain because the feelings were so intense. At that
moment, it would have been easy to push my finger through the
little ring of vibrant tingling muscle. I dared not do that, not
yet, not when he didn't want me to.

However, he was too close to the edge and I eased my mouth away
from his quivering little penis. It jerked expectantly, pulsing
with his heart beat. I licked along its short hot length and
playfully kissed the tip. My finger stayed where it was, slowly
rotating, barely probing at the entrance to his body, my other
fingers gently stroking the furrow between his cheeks.

"Does that feel good?" I asked softly.

Ty did not answer. His sigh was enough to communicate what he
was feeling. I smiled and went back to nibbling on his fat
wrinkled scrotum. He giggled.

"That tickles, Terry."

"It's supposed to," I said, lifting my head momentarily.

Then, as my lips traversed along his erection, I wondered
whether he was referring to the finger playing with his anus, or
the effect of my lips rubbing against his testicles. I was about
to clarify the issue by sucking on his rounded pouch some more
when I was disturbed. In fact, I would have done a lot more than
suck if the telephone had not started ringing. We were both
startled by the strident sound.

"Damn!" I cursed.

I started to sit up, wondering who would call me. There was a
remote chance that someone from my family was calling from
Asheville to offer their congratulations for finishing the
previous day's race. However, that was unlikely because other
than my two favorite nephews, Kyle and Travis, I was considered
the black sheep of the family. Other than them, I had no wish to
talk to anyone.

"Answer that will ya, Ace," I said disagreeably. "If it's for
me, tell 'em they've got the wrong number."

"What if it's important?"

"I don't care who the fuck it is, I'm busy right now," I
replied.

Ty gave me a look that was supposed to represent shock, but he
could not keep from smiling. He reached for the telephone next to
the bed. He picked up the receiver, pausing to think what he was
going to say. He continued to watch me, waiting to see if I would
pick up where I had left off, which was trying to suck his
testicles out of his scrotum.

"Yeah? Whatcha want?" he growled.

Clearly, Ty did not like the interruption to his enjoyment. His
telephone manner was about the same as mine when I was in a bad
mood. He listened for a moment or two before he said anything.
When he spoke, he was on the verge of breaking into an infectious
giggle.

"Hiya.... Yeah, 'course he's here. Where do ya think he'd be
this time in the mornin'?"

He smirked at me, obviously enjoying himself. I felt a surge of
excitement as I appreciated the situation. We were both naked, my
forefinger was rubbing around his anus, and his penis was covered
with my spit.

"Yeah, he's awake.... What's he doing? Um, well he's kinda busy
right now, Bobbie.... Nah! Whatcha think he's doing?.... No, he's
not in the shower.... Geez!"

I grinned at Ty, silently mouthing 'you keep talking'. I
lowered my head. I didn't waste any time kissing or licking his
penis. I swallowed it in a single sudden gulp. I didn't stop until
the entire length of his penis was inside my mouth and my lips
were hard against his groin. I started moving my head up and down,
listening to one side of the conversation.

"He just cain't come to the phone right now, that's all
Bobbie.... No, he's not on the can.... Ah, yeah, ya could kinda
say that, I guess... I reckon he has his hands full... No, I told
ya already he cain't speak to ya," Ty giggled. "There's no reason
for me to go get him. He's lying here with me on the bed."

He looked at me teasingly and in an instant, I realized what he
was about to say. I was too far gone to stop him. I started
bobbing my head up and down, holding his penis between my lips
while I used my tongue to push it around inside my mouth. He
gasped and I felt Ty's slender body twitching underneath me. His
fingers grasped my hair so tightly so that I was unable to look
up. Within a few moments, his breathing had become very erratic.
His mouth was wide open.

"Well Terry's kinda got his mouth full... No, he's not eatin'
nuthin'! Uh huh,... Yeah, you got it. No, really,... I'm not
kiddin', Bobbie.... That's right,... Real soon it feels like,...
About right now, see.... "

Ty laughed as he listened to Bobbie say something on the other
end of the conversation that was clearly amusing to him, if not to
me. I did not like being left out of the fun. I got back at Ty by
sucking on his penis as hard as I could. His giggling stopped
instantly and I was soon rewarded with a powerful shudder. It was
strong enough that he gasped loudly and his back even lifted up
off the bed. It took a few seconds for him to quieten down again.
He breathed heavily, smiling gleefully at me as he swallowed and
wiped his hand across his face. He licked his lips.

"Um,... Nuthin's wrong. Okay..... Yeah, he does it okay, I
guess.... Um, I think so.... I don't know about that. Should I ask
him?... Okay...."

Ty smirked at me. He held the telephone receiver towards me.
"Hey Terry," he began loudly. He began to laugh. "Bobbie, wants
to..." He stopped to get his humor under control. "Ah, Bobbie
wants to know if yer gonna swallow?"

I nearly choked. It was the last thing that I expected to hear.

"Maybe in a couple of years," I answered loudly when I finally
managed to get the words out. "There ain't nuthin' but piss comin'
out this tiny dick," I taunted boldly but quiet enough that Bobbie
could not hear.

Ty scowled at me but continued to smirk. "Yeah, he's kiddin',"
he said into the mouthpiece. "Um, yeah, maybe. No way! Should I
ask him that?"

"Ask me what?" I demanded.

"If you like the taste?" Ty guffawed.

"What taste?" I answered. "There ain't no taste. It's too small
to have a taste."

Ty wrinkled his nose, and made a face. As soon as he put the
telephone back against his ear, I poked my finger further into his
anus and he jerked upwards, clamping his cheeks tightly for an
instant and then slowly relaxing. He tried to give me a mock-
serious look that said 'get your finger out of my butt-hole', but
found it impossible. He gave up and grinned instead.

"'course not.... Yeah. Okay,... I'll tell him. Bye."

He dropped the telephone back down onto the night stand and
without warning began pushing his hands down onto my head and
clutching my hair as his hips lifted up aggressively. His pelvis
bucked wildly, pounding his rigid boy-penis as hard as he could
against the roof of my mouth. I let him do it. There was not much
else that I could do, or wanted to do. He might have been sexually
immature, but it did not matter. He was very close to achieving
release. He wanted to get off and I wanted to help him. His motion
became faster, more urgent. His entire body strained as his drove
his penis through my lips and into the slippery succulent heat
within my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down as rapidly as I
could, going faster and harder as he came nearer and nearer to
achieving orgasm. It was all I could do to resist pushing my
finger through the lip of his anus and inside him. By then, the
opening felt quite loose.

"Oh god," he moaned desperately. "Oh! Oh, Terry. I'm gonna,
again. I am. OH! Oh shit! Yeah! Oh! Ohhhh! Nghhhh," he squealed.

At that, his body shook violently. He lunged against me two or
three times. His penis jumped between my lips, pulsing with each
and every one of the spasms. I counted five or maybe six times
before he stopped. Then, he lay very quiet and I had an
uncomfortable feeling that perhaps he had passed out.

"You okay?" I asked nervously. I sat up and looked down at him.
It was impossible that I had hurt him, yet I felt bad while I
waited for him to say something.

"Yeah! I am. Phew! That sure was good. It may 'a been the best
one ever, Terry."

He sounded completely drained. His eyes were partially closed
and his hands lay limply beside him, temporarily exhausted and
unable to move except for the occasional twitch of his hands and
feet.

I picked up the corner of the sheet and gently dabbed around
his groin. He was covered in my saliva. I had no idea what to say
to him. I felt both very alive and satisfied in a way that I had
never been before. At the same time, I was also very aware of what
I had done to Ty. I had just committed child abuse. I should have
been ashamed, yet I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from
my shoulders.

"I guess we had better go get a shower, Ace," I muttered.

"We ain't got the time," Ty replied softly. He smiled shyly.
"Bobbie was callin' to say it's time we got goin'. We should'a
been outside fifteen minutes ago."

"Fuck!" I glanced at my watch, lying on the night stand. "Damn!
It's a quarter to seven. I told Bobbie we'd be ready to go pick up
yer cart at six-thirty." I looked at Ty, not understanding where
an hour had disappeared to. "I thought you said it was five-
thirty?" I asked. "You got a problem tellin' the time or
somethin'?"

Ty shrugged. "I can tell time okay. I looked at the clock just
before you woke up," he answered.

He pointed to the clock that was on the night stand on the
other side of the bed. The time was still five-thirty. We both
looked at each other and smiled.

"Well, it's a nice way to wake up, anyway," I admitted as I
started to get up from the bed. "I don't think I ever realized
suckin' a boy's dick could be so much fun, even a pokey three-inch
one like yers."

"I done told ya it's four inches," Ty grinned. "Yer the dude
with the small dick, not me."

I grinned back at him and held my penis out towards him. Even
soft it was much larger than four inches. When it was erect, it
was nearly as thick and long as Ty's forearm. Saying it was
'small' was so obviously inaccurate that there was no point in
commenting further.

"We had better get it in gear, I guess. We can shower when we
get back."

"Why don't we just head on out?" Ty suggested. "We showered
yesterday? You don't smell all that bad," he added playfully.

"It ain't me I'm worried about," I teased back. "I don't want
to be hanging around some stinky kid all day."

"I ain't some stinky kid," Ty rebuked. He thought for a few
seconds. He shrugged with a take-it-or-leave-it' attitude. "Can
we leave here? I really don't want to stay here any longer than I
have to."

"Stay where? You mean here in the motel?" I asked. "It ain't
that bad considering. At least the sheets are clean. We stayed
at one place a coupla weeks back. There was goddamn pubic hair
on the sheets and stains on the floor like ya wouldn't believe."

Ty shook his head slightly. "This place is okay. I mean can we
leave Daytona, Terry. She said I could go with ya, so I just want
to get going. Couldn't we get packed and leave today?"

"You mean right now, don't ya?"

"Uh huh.  But you gotta shave first 'cause yer bristles really
hurt," Ty grinned.

"Yeah, I guess," I answered. "Only I was thinkin' it might be
fun for you and me to hang around on the beach for a coupl'a days.
There ain't no reason for us to be back in Asheville, not til
Bobbie's got the new engine ready to run."

"There's lots 'a beaches besides Daytona," Ty suggested
brightly. "'sides, Daytona is really crowded this time of year."

"Yer afraid she'll change her mind, ain't ya Ace?" I asked
pointedly.

"Kinda." He hesitated and sucked on his lip. "Can we leave now,
Terry? Please?"

He was begging me to leave. I could hear the sound of pleading
in his voice, that plaintive sound that came from years of
unhappiness. Ty had finally been given a chance to find another
life, even if it was only for the summer. He was not going to
allow that chance to pass him by. He was a very determined young
man.

"Well, get yer ass outta bed," I laughed. "You ain't got all
that much to pack, Ace, but I sure do. Bobbie ain't gonna wait
more than a few minutes before he comes in here to get us."

We hurried then, getting dressed and throwing clothes and
toiletries into my suitcase. It was difficult doing that while I
used my electric razor, so without folding anything, the
suitcase bulged open so far that the lid had no hope of closing.
We solved that problem by having Ty sit on it while I dragged the
zipper around the edge. I made a quick check of the room and
headed for the door with Ty in close pursuit. Luckily, I remembered
to go back and get my watch.