Date: Sun, 12 May 2013 15:13:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Might <b_might@yahoo.com>
Subject: Skip and the Busboy

Skip and the Busboy

Part 1

Disclaimer: This essay is purely fiction with greatly embellished moments
of truth.  None of characters are real people.  The story is the fantasy of
the author.  It involves consensual sexual behavior between men, one of
whom is teen aged.  If youthful sexual activity, graphic sexual erotica or
gay relationships are offensive to you, do not read this essay.

$1.00 per hour seemed like a princely sum to me.

I had never had an allowance and had to work for my spending money from the
very start.  I was a skinny and weak child.  My first money was earned when
I was 11 years old.  I would wander the neighborhood of new tract houses,
offering to mow the neighbors? yards for $2.50.  I was so skinny and weak
that I could not push the old push mower in the thick and spongy
St. Augustine grass.  I had to drag the running mower behind me.  Then, my
father would be waiting at home to take $1.25 of the $2.50 I had earned.

To his credit, my father deposited every cent he collected into a savings
account that got me started in college years later.

I began my first real job at the age of 14.  I worked 3 hours a night at a
Phillips 66 station.  I earned .75 per hour.  It was a greasy old station.
The regular employee, Zeke, was a lazy old drunk. He sat behind the metal
desk throughout my shift, smoking, drinking and eating the local fare that
he had me go buy for him.

With every "ding-ding", a new customer came for gas.  I'd run to the pumps
and greet the customer with a youthful, shiny faced smile, "Fill 'er up?"

Usually the answer would be on the order of, "$2.00 worth please."

You see, back in the day, gas was about .28 a gallon.

I would get the pump running and set about checking oil, tire pressure,
radiator water and cleaning the windshield.  On the very rare occasion that
I missed the pump and it ran over the requested $2.00, the extra was
deducted from my pay.

When my 3 hour shift was finished, I'd wait patiently at the roadside for
my father to come get me.  Every Friday he'd greet me with his hand out for
his half of my earnings.

We had relocated to the large urban city in 1962.  At the time, my parents
could only afford a small house in a brand new neighborhood on the outer
edges of urban sprawl.  It was a neat neighborhood filled with young,
working-class families.  Within a mile of our home was an airport for
private planes.  It was a busy little airport.

During the Christmas of '63, I asked for a pair of walkie-talkies.  I got
them too.

The walkie-talkies were short lived.  My best friend, Will, and I tried to
play with them.  Our conversations were interrupted by pilots approaching
the little airport.  It seems that Sears and Roebuck had set them on the
same radio frequency as the airport approach tower.  It also seems that the
tower to the F.A.A.  people and pilots complained of the disruption boys
playing cops and robbers while they were getting instructions about landing.

The F.A.A., in turn, complained to the local police who ensured that the
walkie-talkies were confiscated in the interest of public safety.  The
airport remained active for 3-4 more years.

The best friend of whom I speak lived next door.  He was 1 year older than
me.  He had an older teenaged brother.  In the summer of 1963, I was 11
years old.  Robby, Will's teenaged brother was 14.  He was so much older
and more mature.  As a summertime activity, Robby and Ed, another
neighborhood teen, started a boys club.  It was a privilege to be invited
to join the secret society of neighborhood boys.  I hoped and prayed for my
invitation to join.  Though I knew nothing of the plans for club activities
or the rituals of initiation, I coveted the invitation to join.

That invitation came on a warm summer's day.  Robby and Ed had the
clubhouse, an old pup-tent set up in the backyard.  The invitation and
initiation was to take place in the privacy of the clubhouse.  I entered
through the flaps which were immediately secured tightly with ties after I
entered.  Inside, the temperature was sweltering.  Robby and Ed were
shirtless and wearing school issued gym shorts with an elastic waist.

I was ceremoniously asked whether I could keep a secret.  I pledged my life
and soul.  It was explained that any deviation from the secrecy pack would
result in painful and disfiguring penalties.  I doubly reaffirmed my
loyalty.  With that, both Robby and Ed removed their gym shorts to expose
raging teenaged erections.  In order to demonstrate my commitment to the
organization, I would have to suck both of their dicks.

My youthful mind was a jumble.  Up to that time, the only other penises I
had ever seen were mine and my Dad's.  It was as though Robby and Ed had
shown me the mysteries of the universe.  I had never felt such excitement
as I did seeing those teenaged dicks.  Robby was a natural blond and had
been a late bloomer.  His cock was dusted with a sparse, soft blond crop of
pubic hair.  Ed, on the other hand, was a year older than Robby and from a
dark haired gene pool.  His cock and balls were densely covered in a thick,
dark bush that seemed to run all the way down his legs.

In my 11 year old mind, I was a jumble of emotions.  Doing "that" was
wrong.  I simply knew by my upbringing that dicks were not meant for mouths
and they were only to be touched by the owner and doctors.  On the other
hand, I wanted to touch, feel, taste, consume and never let go of those
big, hard, hairy cocks.

As I was such a jumble of thoughts, I was a bit frightened of Ed's prolific
mound of pubic hair.  I firmly refused to have anything to do with it.
However, Robby's soft dusting of blond hair and beautifully trimmed, pink
headed cock was irresistible.  With a degree of hesitation, I leaned
forward and placed Robby's cock in my mouth and ignited a fire that has
never been extinguished.

I had been accepted into the boys club which, incidentally, disbanded
immediately after Robby and Ed had gotten their blow jobs.  None of the
boys ever spoke of the initiation.  To this day, I have no idea whether I
was the neighborhood's only cock-sucker.  I was totally tormented by my
"sin" and my thrill.  You see, in those days, there was no affirming term
for homosexual men like "GAY".  Men who had sex with men were queers, fags,
fairies and fruits.  My father hated them all.  He threatened death if he
ever met one.  He celebrated a group of teenaged boys who had met a "queer"
and "rolled" him.  It was a term for a vicious assault.

I lived in torment.  I dreamed of Robby"s cock at night and feared the
wrath of GOD and my father in the day.  I was invited to have sleep overs
several times that summer.  Will and I would play board games in the living
room and watch TV into the late evening hours.  When it came time to
retire, we'd go to the small room he shared with Robby.  Every night, Robby
would decide to share my bed.  He would take my hand and lower it to his
cock.  Just so GOD knew I was trying not to sin, I'd silently protest by
pulling against him.  However, once my hand felt all of that soft blond
hair and that big stiff cock, I clamped on tight and played with it all
night long.

I'm a lot older now.  Though I only placed it in my mouth momentarily,
once, and played with it until I thought it would fall off, I still have
dreams of that first hard, hairy, exciting cock that was mine to enjoy.

Part 2

Three years have come and gone since that fun with Robby.  Robby was grown
and gone.  That one summer of fun was way in the past.  I never again had
the opportunity to share that fun with another boy.

I was working at the gas station.  I had had a few men ruffle by cute dirty
blond hair.  A few swatted me on the butt.  I never knew if they were being
friendly or flirtatious.  I just knew that if they had a wedding ring on,
it was friendly.  If they had a pinky ring with a red stone, (a sure sign
of a sexual deviant) it was a queer.Every night, I could dream and feel
Robby's hard cock in my hand or see the amazing cocks of my fellow school
mates with whom I now showered after PE each day.

While I was working at the gas station, a new diner opened in our
neighborhood shopping center.  It was within walking distance of home.  I
stopped in one day and asked the lady who owned the place if they needed
any help.  To my surprise, she said they needed a part time dish washer.
If I was interested, the job paid $1.00 per hour and a meal if I worked
over 4 hours.  That was a lot of money and came with a fringe benefit.  I
gleefully accepted the job.  I said good bye to my career in the automotive
industry.

I washed dishes after school each day.  On some Saturdays I would work an 8
hour shift.  I liked working there.  The owners were kind to the employees
but were as cheap as could be.  I was instructed on which foods to save
when dirty dishes returned to the kitchen.  If a burger plate had been
served and neither the lettuce leaf or tomato garnish had been used, they
were to be rinsed and returned to the cook to be used on another hamburger
platter.  During the breakfast meal, toast was sent to the customer on a
plate with 2 pats of butter.  When those plates returned to the kitchen,
untouched pats of butter were recycled to another customer.  Partially used
pats were scraped into a bowl and given to the cook for meal preparation.

The cook was a Wildman.  He was recently released from prison and had a
total dislike for the owners and their "thrift".  He would accidentally
drop full trays of eggs or send full boxes of hamburger patties out in the
garbage.  He felt it his one man quest to make the owners pay for their
frugal, cost saving measures.

In my days at the diner, the small local airport ceased its active role as
an airport.  All flight activity was long gone as the urban sprawl
continued.  The state had designated the property as the site of a new
state university.  Not many thought much of the idea of having a university
at the end of the world but construction began.  Now, all of these years
later, it is a major university with a stellar reputation.

The construction was a boom for the diner.  Our little eatery was the
closest place for workers to get a meal.  On a certain afternoon, a group
of construction men came to eat.  They were hot and sweaty.  They were all
so mature.  I was approaching 15 and they were all in their 20's.  When
they finished their meal, I went to bus their table.

At 14, I had started the transition from boy to man.  I had filled out some
and I had a great head of surfer blond hair.  I was perpetually tanned from
my ongoing love of swimming and the beach.  My face had no evidence of ever
needing a razor but puberty had been kind to give me a cute butt.  I had
naturally expressive eyes and pouty pink lips.  Add to those attributes a
genuinely friendly and outgoing personality and I was a hit with most
adults.  I made my parents proud though they never of my fascination in the
crotch of every man I passed.

As I cleared the table of the construction workers, they engaged me in
conversation.  I told them about school, working at the diner, brothers,
sisters and all of the generalities of a 14-year-old's world.  They were
all friendly and they made me feel like a grown-up rather than a child.

The next day, one of the construction workers returned.  He said "Do you
remember me?"

"I don?t know your name but you were here yesterday with your friends from
work," I responded.

"You have a great memory, too," he said.  "I'm Skip."

I didn't understand what Skip meant when he said, "A great memory, too."I
had a memory in addition to what?  Oh well, it didn't really matter.  I was
too enthralled in this man's physique.  Skip was incredible.  He wore a
white T-shirt with a "V" neck.  In that "V" neck, you could clearly see the
defined crest of well- developed pectorals.  His chest was covered with the
perfect light brown hair that seemed perfectly implanted to accentuate ever
curve of his body.  His abdomen was lean.  His arms were well-defined, both
biceps and forearms, without looking like some muscle freak.  They had the
blessing of a proper dusting of man hair.  His face was the perfect David.
His eyes were expressive brown with small lines at their edge from
squinting in the sun and framed by long dark lashes.  His nose was a study
in manly shape and proportion.  His jaw and chin were square and confident
and his mouth and lips were perpetually set in a grin.  He appeared to know
secrets that the rest of the world needed, all stored beneath a perfectly
distributed, neatly shaved beard of brown whiskers.  Best of all, he did
not have a wedding ring or a ruby pinkie ring.  I was captivated.

Skip and I chatted for a while that day.  I told him that I was Mike.  I
told him I was 14-years-old.  I told him my work schedule and explained
that I worked to have the things that my family couldn?t afford.  I told
him that once, my Dad, an airline employee, had taken me up in the tower of
the old airport, to see planes take off and land.  It was the old airport
where Skip was now building a new university.  I told him that I loved to
swim and that my best buddy, Will and I swam in local swimming holes
whenever we could.  That's how I kept my tan that so seemed to interest
him.  Skip seemed to find me interesting and always asked the proper
question at the proper time.  That impressed me too, the fact that he'd
find me and my life of sufficient importance to pay attention.

Soon enough, I had to bid Skip good bye as dishes needed my attention.
Skip bid me farewell with, "See you again soon Mike."

The next day, I went to school and looked forward to a day free from work.
Mom picked me up at school and we did some errands together.  I was crazy
about Mom.  We decided to have an early supper together at the diner.  When
we walked in, I was surprised to see Skip sitting alone in a back booth.  I
headed straight for him with Mom in tow.

"Mom, I'd like you to meet my favorite customer, Skip.  Skip, this is my
mom," I said.

Skip was just right for the times.  He politely stood to greet her
providing his full name and invited us to join him for supper.  Mom was the
friendly sort and didn't get out much so she agreed.  She may have been
taken by his masculine beauty too, who knows?  Mom was a big girl so she
sat on one side of the booth and I sat beside Skip.  During our meal and
visit, once or twice, Skips hand or leg would brush against my leg.  The
hair on his arm and leg carried an electrical current that went straight to
my heart and crotch each time he accidentally bumped me.  I wonder if I
actually gasped for breath.  At one point, Skip politely excused himself to
the bathroom.  When our meal was over, the appropriate good-byes were
offered and I ran home to jerk off.  With the recalled feel of Robby's cock
in my hand and the imagined power of Skip's manly cock firmly implanted in
my imagination, it was effortless to spew my bountiful load across the
shower and down the opposite wall.

Four days after meeting Skip, I returned to work.  At about the time that
construction workers end their day, in walked Skip yet again.  In my
innocent mind, until later that day, it never entered my mind that I was
the cause of his daily visit.

"I didn?t know what to say to you with your Mom there," Skip confessed.

I was growing confused, frightened and excited.  Teenaged anxt will do that
to you.

"I was hoping you'd follow me to the men?s room yesterday," he added.

It was at that moment that everything became crystal clear.  Skip wanted
more than a hamburger and conversation.  I was perplexed because he was a
grown man and I was a growing teen.

I didn't have an appropriate response for Skip.  Instead I simply chattered
about my day.  It so happened that it was a Friday.  Skip asked about my
evening plans.  I knew it was a big hint to spend alone time with him.  I
was frightened.  My only previous experience had been a quick 14-year old
dick in my mouth and in my hand.  Skip was a man with experience.

I told Skip I planned to go to the drive-in theater with friends.  We
actually snuck in through a hole in the fence and sat in the front of the
theater.  The theater only showed horror movies and my friends and I would
make our own funny dialog to accompany the movie.  Skip politely said it
sounded like fun.

I did go to that theater with friends that night.  By some means, we became
separated.  I knew that the best way to get found was to remain in the
original location.  After a period of time, I decided to walk back and
forth at the front of the drive-in in an effort to locate my buddies.  As I
was conducting my search, I heard, "Mike, over here."

Low and behold, there was Skip, sitting alone in his car.

I walked to the window to say hello.  I explained that I had gotten
separated from my friends and was hunting for them.  He said, "But you
found me.  Jump in."

I got in the front seat with Skip.  It was a decision to change my life
forever.  Skip was comfortably dressed in shorts and a nice T-shirt.  He
was scrubbed and polished and smelled like the soap he had recently used in
the shower.  His T-shirt had ridden up and I got my first look at his
stomach.  It had the perfect inch you could pinch and that brown hair that
so captivated me on his chest created a precision road map straight to my
desired destination through the waste of his shorts.

Skip saw me notice.  How could he not?  He had created the seduction with
precision.  He said, "Finally!"

Playing the innocent and begging GOD in my mind, "Please don?t let me be a
faggot, queer, fruit," I said, "Finally, what?"

"Don't play games Mike, I know you are interested."

I tried, I really tried to act stupid.  "Games, what games, Skip?"

"You want me as badly as I want you."  Skip went on to say that he was
attracted to "young men".  That rocked my world because he had referred to
me as a man and not as a boy.  He was making the seduction complete.

"Mike, I love young men.  It is a dream that comes true when I meet someone
like you.  I love their soft bodies.  I love to swallow their tender cocks
to the root, burying my face in their cock hair and tease their cocks with
my tongue.  I love to lick their precum from their piss slits with the tip
of my tongue.  Men your age drip so much precum, and it is so sweet that I
can't get enough.  I love to run my hands up their soft chest and find the
nubs of their nipples.  For most, it is the first time they realize that
their nipples give pleasure too.  Usually, if I give a tender nipple a
pinch while that firm cock is deep in my mouth I'll get rewarded with a
huge blast of teen nectar.  Mike, teen cum is so delicious that I dream
about the taste on my tongue."

Skip noticed that I was breathless as I listened with rapt attention.  He
also noticed the wet spot on my shorts right at the tip of my 5" erection.
To his credit, he never touched me.  I had never heard such a description
of sex.  I never knew that someone could be so open about their love of sex
and so unashamed of their desires.  It was a whole new world that was being
thrown wide open.

The only words I could muster were, "I'm scared."

Skip asked me why I was scared

I said, "It's wrong.  Doing those things is wrong.  I'd get in trouble.
I'd go to hell."

Skip comforted me, "Mike, some people might think it is wrong.  I don't
think it is.  It is wrong if someone is getting hurt.  It is wrong if
someone is being forced to do things they don't want to do.  You won't get
in trouble if no one knows.  And as for hell, I think GOD can handle all of
our "sins", if it is a sin.  Heaven and hell are a long way off."

My voice was quivering, "Skip, I don't know what to do.  I'm ashamed to say
I've thought of you from the day I met you."  With my eyes turned to the
floor and whispering, I said, "I?ve even beat off thinking about you."

When I looked up, Skip was beaming from ear to ear.  "That makes me feel
great.  It is a real compliment coming from a hottie like you."

I laughed at that.  No one had ever called me a hottie.  They had called me
a bean pole but never a hottie."

"Man, you have no idea what you do to me.  I want to kiss those lips so
badly.  There are so many other things I'd like to show them.  You have the
cutest ass and I want to kiss and love that too.  Your eyes are so filled
with excitement and expectation that I get turned on just thinking of the
things I can teach you and things we can learn together.  You want to?"

Glancing down as Skip's crotch, I could see that his cock was getting firm.
I had always looked at his bulge but now I could see the outline of the
cock that had filled my fantasies.

"I don?t know anything Skip.  I played with a teenager's hard dick when I
was a boy and I slipped it in my mouth once.  But I've never done anything
else.  I'm scared I'll do it wrong or that you?ll hurt me."

Skip moved across the bench seat toward me.  He put his arms around my
shoulder and captivated me with his eyes. "Mike, you never have to do
anything you don't want to do.  You can stop any time you want to.  I won't
do anything that hurts you in a bad way.  You can ask for anything you want
and do anything you want to do.  I will keep you safe."

With the reassurances spoken, Skip leaned across me and with lips parted,
kissed me tenderly on the lips.  It was my first ever kiss from someone
other than my mother or father.  No one had ever kissed me with their lips
parted and moist and firm.  I just stared in his eyes as he pulled away.
Ever so quietly, I said, "Do it again, please!"

He did kiss me again.  This time, my lips were parted like his and I could
feel and taste his tongue dance across my lips and enter me.  I never
wanted it to end but it was ever so brief.

"Mike, we're in a public place.  I guess we had better save that for a time
when we are alone."

"But I don?t want to stop now.  You promised me you'd teach me.  Please,
teach me more than how to kiss," I pleaded with a degree of anger.

"Mike, people can see through the windows from their cars.  We can't do
things people can see from their cars."

Oh gosh, I was so hot and bothered.  I wanted everything right then.  Skip
had told me we had to stop.  Then I decided I'd test Skip's rules about
safety and being able to ask anything.

"OK, did you really mean I could ask anything and not get in trouble?"

"Yes, of course." he replied.

"Skip, can I feel your cock?"

"Ah, that's a great start.  I'm so proud of you for asking for what you
want.  My cock is waiting for you."

With that, I reached over to where Skip was sitting.  I saw him spread his
strong hairy legs a bit wider.  He leaned back with his head resting on the
seat back and offered me his cock like a sacred talisman.  I placed my
hands on the outline of his cock.  It was so hard and made his shorts so
tight.  It was the most amazing and thrilling thing I could have ever
dreamed of.  When my fingers wrapped around it as well as I could, I could
feel it pulsate and jump.  Then, being really bold, I slipped my hands
between his outstretched legs and felt for his balls.

"GOD you make me feel good Mike.  What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I?m going to die if I don't get that cock out of those shorts
when I can really feel it", was the response that came straight from my
unbridled lust.

"You can have it all in good time, my man.  We don't want to get arrested.
Now, can I do the same to you?"

I was already hard as a rock and dripping like mad.  I was actually worried
about how I'd explain the wet spot to my buddies when we went home.  Where
were my buddies?  I had forgotten about them until that moment.

I laid my head back as Skip had done.  I spread my tanned, smooth legs wide
and closed my eyes.  Then I felt the firm hand of a real man grab my hard
cock.  I immediately groaned and gasped for my lost breath.  I opened my
eyes to see Skip smiling down at me with those warm, loving and a bit
dangerous eyes.

"HMMMMM MMMMMMMM, man.  Your cock is begging for attention.  Just the way I
like it."

Without warning, Skip slipped his hands in my shorts and grabbed my cock
and I exploded at that very moment.  I began to cry because I was so
embarrassed.  I had never cum with another person and knew that I had
grossed him out.  Instead, Skip kept the same satisfied smile, pulled his
hands from my shorts and licked my cum off his hands.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  He wasn't grossed out.  He was
actually happy and he was eating my cum.

"That?s why I love young men.  They give the biggest and sweetest loads and
always want to do better the next time.  Don't cry Mike, you are perfect."

I said, "I guess I better go find my friends.  It's about time to go home."

"Honest?  You want to leave now, after simply feeling my cock and getting a
kiss?" Skip asked.

"No, I want to learn it all but we can't in this car.  You said so," I
responded.

In my mind, I prepared forthe trek home and a night of sexually charged
torment.


Part 3

Skip suggested that I spend the night at his apartment.  My first reaction
was fear.  I was actually considering riding away with a stranger, to
points unknown.  However, deep down inside, I wanted to run away with this
man and spend the rest of my life naked with him.  Whereas I spent many
weekend nights at friends' homes, Skip drove me to a pay phone.  I have to
admit to being somewhat scared when we pulled out of the theater.  It was
like I had crossed a boundary into total depravity.  I called Mom and said
that I'd spend the weekend with a friend.  She didn't ask who as I always
had her trust.  Skip didn't know that I planned for a full weekend of
learning the ways of man on man sex either.  The whole weekend was a
spontaneous decision when I was talking to Mom and getting permission.

Returning to the car, I told Skip that I couldn't stay all night.  He was
crestfallen.  As he was beginning to talk of alternate plans for a little
fun, I told him I had gotten permission for the whole weekend.  His spirits
brightened.  I told him that I thought I needed the time to learn
everything and practice it over and over again.

Skip put the car in gear and drove toward the local expressway.  It seemed
that his apartment was in a completely different part of the city.  I was
off on the adventure of a lifetime.

"So, we are on our way.  Remember anything you want, any time you want it,"
Skip said.

He started to say something else but I stopped him.  "Please Skip, please,
we are on a busy highway.  None can see us and no one is looking.  Please,
can I have your cock?  I have to see it and feel it.  I've dreamed of it
for so long.  I'm begging Skip, can I please have your cock?  Right now and
right here."

Skip smiled his devilish smile, he spread his legs and responded, "If you
want it, you'll have to work for it."

With that, I reached over and caressed his growing bulge.  It was a magical
moment.  I reached the snap on his shorts and released it.

"Oh buddy, you're really going for it aren't you?" Skip taunted.

In response, I lowered the zipper and spread the shorts as wide opened as
they would go.  There, contained in pristine white briefs was a raging man
cock.  Now, instead of an outline in his shorts, I could see the distinct
impression of a mushroom head attached to a firm tube of flesh, tipped by a
sticky wet spot.  A pubic bush spilled invitingly from the legs of his
briefs.  I was enthralled.  I used my finger tips to gently trace the
length and breadth of his cock.  I ran my finger tip over the edge of his
cock head which made his cock jump with anticipation.  I reached down and
cupped his balls, now being able to feel each one individually.  It felt so
good to play with his balls.  They felt so heavy.

"Come on man, don't tease me, take it out," Skip breathlessly pleaded.

Who was I to refuse my tutor?  As though opening the Gift of the Magi, I
pulled back on the waist band of his Fruit of the Looms.  As I lifted, the
piss hole of his cock, glistening with precum, greeted me first.  In a
second, I pulled his briefs down the rest of the way to receive the answer
to all of the world's mysteries.

Skips cock was cut with precision.  The head of his cock rested at his
navel, dripping with pleasure.  The length of his cock rested in a nest of
dense brown hair.  The shaft of his cock and his balls had been shaved just
to the base leaving the rest of his natural manhood intact.  Instinctively,
I wrapped my fingers around his mass and began a slow jerking motion.  With
every jerk, there was more precum being offered.  I loved watching it,
knowing I was the cause of its uncontrolled release.

"Taste is," Skip said.

He could see the doubt in my eyes.  He took one hand from the wheel, raked
a finger through the substantial pool of precum on his stomach, and held it
to my face.

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

I told him I was scared and a bit disgusted by the thought.  He reminded me
that he had tasted my precum and eaten my load.  He told me to trust him.
Nothing was going to hurt me.

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth.  His slimy, wet digit plunged deeply across
my tongue.  I tasted a salty sweetness that I knew would be a craving for
the rest of my life.  After raking his finger across my tongue, he didn't
remove his finger from my mouth.

"Now is as good a time as ever to learn the principles of sucking a cock
well.  You are going to suck on this finger until I tell you to stop.  If I
feel teeth, you'll be sucking this finger all night long and will never get
to touch my cock again."

With that, Skip plunged his finger into my mouth over and over again.  I
worked at wrapping my lips around my teeth so I wouldn't offend him with
scraping.  In and out he pulled and pushed as I added more and more suction
and rolled and rolled my tongue around his finger.  He purred his approval.
He then began to push his finger further and further down my throat.  I
began to cough and gag.  I almost threw up.

"You started out good.  A natural as a matter of fact.  But you have to
learn to take it all.  Breathe through your nose as I ease my finger down
your throat."

He scooped up another glob of precum and started again.  This time, with
practice and coaching, I was finally able to satisfy his finger to a point
where Skip was no longer able to fit anymore of his hand in my mouth.

Throughout the exercise, his great hard cock remained in full view,
dripping its nectarine offering.  As soon as the finger exercise was
complete, Skip grabbed his briefs and shorts and reconciled his cock and
balls as he began to exit the expressway.

"We're getting close to my place.  It's too easy to be seen here so
straighten up and fly right," he ordered.

On that ride, I had come so far and done so little.


Part 4

Skip's apartment was in a two-story cluster of buildings that surrounded a
lighted azure swimming pool.  It was a modest 1 bedroom affair.  It was
furnished in "gently used" Danish Modern furniture that had been all the
rage of the 50's and 60's.  There was a string art mural of New York City
over the couch and hanging red swag lamps on either side of the couch.  On
the opposite wall was a multi-purpose console that included a TV, a
turntable and a radio.

The bedroom was Spartan.  It was limited to a full-sized bed and apple
crates for night stands.  A low- slung book shelf of cinder blocks and
boards faced the bed.  The book case held a radio and an alarm clock along
with neatly folded underwear and socks.

In the eyes of a teen man, it seemed a grand estate to be enjoyed by this
single man.  When the door closed behind us, I was startled by Skip's
hunger.  He turned to me and roughly grabbed me, grinding his face into
mine.  My mouth was pried open with his tongue that probed every corner of
my mouth.  I fought him with my tongue.  I didn't fight to have him stop.
I fought to show that I too could make demands.  We kissed like that,
deliciously for a long time.  At times, he would lose his desire to
dominate and my tongue would slide into his mouth, demanding that he take
me yet again.

Finally, my face burned so badly from his 5:00 shadow that I begged for
mercy.

Grinding together, I could feel the need in his cock rubbing against mine.
I was still getting used to the man on man contact and withdrew to break
contact.  Skip would have none of it.  He grabbed me by the hips and pulled
my clothing encased cock against his.  He held me close and looked deeply
in my eyes.  He ground his cock into mine without shame. "Oh GOD baby, your
cock feels so good," Skip offered.

I blushed and Skip said, "Believe it Mike.  You do something that no one
has ever done before.  You are so innocent and so hungry.  I'm going to
feed you everything you need, over and over, until you beg me to stop."

"You make me feel so free.  Sit down and shut up."  I commanded.

"What?" Skip asked.

"Sit down and shut up.  I'm taking control for just a while.  Then you can
decide if you want to do this."

With that, Skip smiled and sat down on his couch.  Actually, he sprawled on
his couch, legs and arms thrown akimbo.  At that moment, I stood between
his legs.  I began a hip gyration and lifted my shirt over my head, tossing
it on the floor.  I stood before my man-teacher, bare chested and looking
every bit the teen that I was.  I had a slender chest, a flat stomach with
a cute belly button and sparse hair under my arms.  There wasn?t a hint of
hair on my chest or stomach and my dime sized nipples were as virgin as the
rest of me.

Standing there, rubbing my chest, I asked, "Do you want more or have you
changed your mind?"

Skip responded by caressing his chest and growling,"More!"

Without thinking and while I still had the nerve, I reached for my shorts.
In one simple move, they fell to the floor with my tighty-whiteys.  I stood
before my Adonis, naked as the day I was born, cock, slightly bent as it
was, pointing at the heavens.  Instinctively, Skip reached for me and I
swatted his hands away.

"I?m not finished and you haven?t seen it all," I informed him.

With that, I turned around so that he could seem my smooth, bubble boy
butt.  I wiggled it, moved it and bent over to show him my ass hole.

Skip whooped with excitement, grabbed me around the waist and pulled me
roughly to his lap.  His hands were everywhere.  He ran his hands through
the hair in my arm pits, played with my cock, and rubbed my balls.  I was
lost in a frenzy of sexual bliss.

"Now, your sweet ass needs to sit right there.  It's your turn.  And,
by-the-way, don't fucking touch yourself because it's all mine now," Skip
ordered.

Skip jumped up.  He began his own strip tease.  His shirt came off first.
It was thrilling.  Prior to that moment, I had only seen the hair of his
chest at the top of his T-shirt and the treasure trail on his belly.  Now I
had the full view of a Greek GOD.  His chest was covered with that
beautiful hair, neatly across his pecs , across his belly and a perfect
trail leading to his dick.  His nipples, a newly discovered and unexplored
sensitive spot were the size of silver dollars.  The smooth brown areola
were centered with prominent nubs that seemed to be growing harder.

Then, ever so close, Skip loosened the snap on his shorts.  He lowered his
zipper.  He tucked his fingers in the elastic band and stopped, smiling.

"What do you want boy?"

"Oh come on, don't tease me please, take them off," I said.

He lowered his shorts with his cock pitching a tent in his briefs.  He
swayed and sauntered about the living room that way.  My chest was heaving,
trying to catch a breath.  He did raunchy hip thrusts with those tented
shorts straining.

"PLEASE!!!!!!"

Well out of reach, he turned his back to me.  He knew how I craved his
cock.  He dropped is shorts to show an ass of sheer granite, covered in a
dusting of hair that spread beautifully over each globe, meeting densely in
the crack of his ass.  In that moment, I became an ass whore.

"I want cock, I want cock, I want cock," I began an obnoxious chant.

Laughing hysterically, Skip turned to give me my first, full view of his
delicious cock, huge balls, strong legs and perfectly shaped arms all
topped by the most perfect face I'd ever seen.

"So, what do you think?"

"I think we have said good bye to all clothes until the moment we open that
door and I have to leave.  That cock, ass and ALL, are mine. I'm going to
do everything I can think of to do with them and then I'm going to beg you
to teach me more," I responded.

That being said, Skip scooped me up in his strong arms, carried me to his
bed and threw me down.

"You miserable little shit.  You have wiggled your ass around all week,
driving me crazy.  You played all innocent and scared with me and now you
owe me."

I simply smiled at his effort to sound tough.  That evidently didn't fit in
his plans to take what he wanted.  I was enjoying it too much.  He reached
over and pinched my nose shut.  I couldn't breathe.  I opened my mouth and
gasped for air.

"Yup you prick-tease, I'm using that mouth right now."

With that, Skip plunged his hard, cut hairy 6.5 inch cock in my willing
mouth.  He lay across my head and pumped relentlessly.  His smooth heavy
balls were bouncing off my chin.  I could taste the pre-cum he fed me
earlier and I was in ecstasy.  I practiced breathing through my nose.  The
next thing I knew that incredible bush of cock pubes covered my face.  He
pumped and fucked with abandon.  He reminded me to watch my teeth.  He
called me a cock-sucker, a boy whore and professed his love and adoration.
I reached up to grab his ass.  It is the first time I had ever seen a hairy
ass much less held one.  When I felt his powerful ass pumping my face, I
held on tight to pull him deeper and closer.  Finally, I felt his balls
draw up tightly in their sack and heard this guttural animal howl, I felt
spurt after spurt or fluid in my mouth.

"Don?t swallow bitch," Skip ordered as he continued to pump and dump.

The warm sticky liquid filled my mouth.  It had bitterness but sweetness I
had never known.  I just held it in my mouth as I had been ordered.

When Skip finished his domination, he placed his loving lips over mine.  He
pried my mouth open and dipped his tongue, into his spunk, held lovingly in
my mouth.  We swapped his cum, back and forth, until we both had a mouthful
of cum and spit.  We swallowed together, sharing our shot of love liquor.

I could not have been more drunk than if I had had a real drink.  I was in
a stupor of absolute excitement and passion.

I had just about started to breathe normally with Skip still straddling my
chest.  I saw Skip spit in his hand.  Assailed by doubt, I was afraid that
Skip was spitting out the cum shot we had just shared.  Before I could ask
what he was doing, that hand of spit began to caress my hard and aching
cock.  It was only long enough to get it slimy wet.  Then he spit again.
His hand then went to his ass.  It all happened so quickly.  I was an
observer of the ritual but had no idea what he was doing.  And Skip rose up
slightly, moved backward, grabbed my 5 incher and held it aloft and sat
down gently but firmly.  He not only sat on my cock, I felt it enter him.
It felt like my cock was being consumed by the hottest, moist sleeve of
velvet I could ever imagine.  My cock was insane with sensations previously
unknown.  Skip smiled down at my shocked and amazed face.  It was a smile
of pure love and satisfaction.

"Your cock is made for fucking," Skip growled.

"I don?t know how," I said.

"Baby, you're doing just fine.  I'm taking it from here.  You are going to
be a natural," Skip assured.

With that, Skip began to rock back and forth.  I could feel my straining
cock slide in and out of his ass.  Every time he sat on it fully, I had the
added stimulation of his powerful ass cheeks bouncing off my thighs.

"Oh my GOD, I have needed your cock inside me for so long.  Your cock is so
perfect, Baby it feels so good.  Fuck me man, Fuck me like a cheap whore!."
Skip continued intoning more and more graphic thoughts and emotions
surrounding my cock in his ass.

The more Skip bounced and rocked, the more I shook and trembled.  I had
goose bumps all over my body.  I couldn't control the quivering in my legs
and the constriction in my throat when I tried to speak, The rush of lust
and adrenalin was overwhelming.  I felt like I was going to fly apart.
Every time I tried to speak, I could only produce a guttural growl.  I
wanted it to end and tried to push him off.  I also never wanted it to end
because this was the most thrilling moment of my life.  I was certifiably
out-of-control.

"Boy, that cock is getting bigger and harder.  It is filling my hole just
right," Skip seemed to say to the universe.

In an ever increasing crescendo, Skip cried out, "Fuck me,FUCK Me, FUCK
ME!!!"

At the moment before I knew I was going to die, my eyes rolled back in my
head and Skip knew the moment had arrived, "MMMMMMMM Mike, fill me with
your cum.  Shoot like you have never shot before.  I want to feel your
juices explode inside me."

Skip reached down and grabbed my dime-sized nipples and pinched like he was
mad at me.  I exploded.  Every nerve cell in my body exploded.  I trembled.
I shook.  I cried.  And I shot my teen load so hard that I thought I might
see it drip out Skip's nose like the milk you drink while laughing.  I came
so hard, I was certain I had shot every molecule of cum I would ever have
inside me.

Skip remained firmly lodged on my cock while we both caught our breath.
There was no question of my cock staying hard.  It was used, abused and
eventually slipped from Skip's ass like a piece of over boiled spaghetti
followed by a gush of man/boy cum.

Skip tried to touch me after my near death experience.  Every nerve was too
raw and I quietly asked him let me rest.  He conceded.  It was late anyway.
He turned to the lamp on the bed-side apple crate and turned off the light.
We met in the middle of the bed, both sticky with cum and sweat.  He
tenderly pulled me into his arms and I laid my head in the middle of his
chest.  I drifted off to sleep and quickly learned why I call his chest
"dreamy".  It was the deepest and most contented sleep I had ever known.