Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2023 16:03:54 -0500
From: William Marshal <williammarshal5301@gmail.com>
Subject: Taking a Risk, part 2

Taking a Risk, part 2

Vance looked at his watch, and it read 5:30. He was never a big sleeper and
as he got older he seemed to need less. Las Vegas was a 10 to 11 hour drive
without any stops, and Vance wanted to get on the road. He got up and took
a shower then packed up his and Shelby's stuff. The kid was definitely a
sleeper, so Vance pulled back the covers to wake him up. Vance stopped for
a moment to take in the sight. Shelby was naked and sporting morning
wood. "Fuck," Vance thought to himself, "this guy seems to get hotter by
the day."  He wasn't sure whether he was looking forward to or dreading
dropping the kid off in L.A,

Vance shook Shelby and said, "Come on Sleeping Beauty, you can sleep in the
car." Shelby stretched and rubbed his eyes, and in the process his cock
seemed to get even stiffer. "Here," Vance said, and handed Shelby a pair of
sweatpants and a T-shirt, "put these on while I go check us out. Everything
is already loaded, but give the room a final look over to see if I missed
anything." Then Vance headed to the resort office.

When Vance got back, Shelby was dressed but asleep on the bed. Vance
decided he needed to piss before heading out and when he went into the
bathroom, he detected the smell of cum. He hadn't been gone that long, so
was surprised that the kid could get off, get dressed, and get back to
sleep that fast. Even at 18, Vance wasn't sure he could have pulled that
off with twice the time.

Once in the Mustang, Shelby reclined the passenger seat and within minutes
was out like a light. Vance linked the car's sound system with his phone
and told it to play his list that included artists like Tom Petty, The
Eagles, Bruce Springsteen, and Billy Joel, then settled in for a day of
driving.

They had been on the road for a couple of hours, when Vance decided it was
time for some breakfast. Vance stopped in Glenwood Springs for gas, and he
asked the clerk if there was a good local cafe for breakfast. She suggested
a place called the Daily Bread, so that's where Vance decided they would
stop to eat.

Vance got back into the Mustang and shook Shelby, saying, "We're stopping
for breakfast, so try to wake up. Also, do something about that." Vance
pointed to Shelby's cock that was again hard as a rock.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know. Think of the two least attractive teacher's at your high
school having sex."

By the time they got to the Daily Bread, Shelby's boner was completely
gone.

"Damn," Vance said, "They must have been some ugly teachers."

Shelby laughed, "Oh yeah, Miss Venner, my English teacher, looked like
Elenor Roosevelt on a bad hair day; and, Mr. Hinkle, the accounting
teacher, was short, fat, and had a pointy face with bad teeth. They called
him The Mole Man because he looked like a naked mole rat.

"Shit, just hearing your description of the two and I might not get an
erection for a week," Vance said, and Shelby broke into laughter.

Vance always preferred to eat at local places rather than national
chains. Yes, you knew what to expect from a chain, but Vance liked
surprises. As it turned out, the proprietor of the Daily Bread had a Polish
heritage and there were some Polish dishes on the menu. Vance ordered
Polish sausage, potato pancakes, and cream cheese filled blintzes with
berries.

As they waited for their order, they drank coffee and chatted. "You said
you studied to be a teacher. What kind of teacher?"

"Industrial Arts, or what we used to call shop."

"That sounds like fun."

"It was. I loved working in the shop. I am actually thinking of getting a
lathe and some carving tools when I finish this trip. I have been thinking
of what to do now that I'm retired, and woodworking may just be the thing."

"So, why did you decide not to teach?"

"When I was doing my student teaching, I found that what I liked doing was
actually making things, not teaching how to make things. I found myself too
often taking the tool out of the kid's hand and doing the project rather
than helping them learn how to use the tool. I just was too much of a
control freak to be a good teacher."

Shelby thought about it, and asked, "So how did that work, the control
freak, with being a cop."

"Well when I was a patrol officer, my goal was to gain control of a
situation. In many ways being a patrol officer fit my personality; however,
the career and pay advancement came with being a detective. I liked the
adrenaline rush that came with being a cop on the streets, but I liked the
ego boost and the mental challenge that came with being a detective."

"Did you ever shoot anyone?"

"I discharged my weapon twice on the job. The first time was to kill a
rabid dog, and the second time to stop a grocery store
shooting. Fortunately, the kid in the convenience store lived."

"You shot a kid!?"

"He was 16 and had already committed three armed robberies of local
convenience stores. His targets were ma & pa operations in bad
neighborhoods. They didn't have the security system and extra staff like
the chains do, so they were easier targets. We had a good profile on his
M.O. and had a couple of places staked. He happened to pick the one where
my partner and I were. We saw a kid go in that matched the suspect, so we
slipped in to observe. Suddenly, the kid pulled a gun, the merchant
panicked, my partner yelled freeze and the kid took a shot. He missed my
partner, but I didn't miss him."

"But you said he lived, right?"

"Yeah, I shot him in the shoulder and he dropped the gun."

"That's good right? You didn't kill him."

"Not really. I should have hit him in the center of the chest. He fired on
my partner and there were civilians at risk. The procedure was to make sure
he couldn't get off a second shot. I got my knuckles wrapped for not
following procedures, so two weeks later when I turned 55, I put in for
early retirement."

"Oh," Shelby said.

Vance changed the subject. "Have you talked to your cousin since you left
home? Does he know you are coming?"

"Not really. I sent him a text when I left the home, but he hadn't replied
when my phone stopped working. I think my parents cut off my phone."

"I see. Do you have his number?"

"Yeah. I also have his email, but he never checks that."

"Do you still have your phone and does it work?

"Yeah, it's still a good phone. I can still play the games and music I
downloaded, and I can use the internet if there is public access."

Vance used his phone to search the web, and after a few minutes said,
"Okay, there is a Best Buy in Grand Junction, Colorado. We are going right
past it. I'm going to get you a Cricket sim card and some credits. Then you
should be able to call your cousin."

"Isn't that expensive?"

"Not really. Probably only $60 or $70 dollars."

"That's a lot of money. How much do they pay cops?" Shelby said with a note
of suspicion."

"Are you asking whether I was a dirty cop?"

"Well..."

"You know, that's not a smart question to be asking if I were a dirty cop,"
Vance said as menacingly as he could. "There are 500 miles of desert ahead
of us."

Shelby's eyes got big, then he smiled and said, "Wait a minute. You can't
shoot kids."

"Technically I can shoot kids; I just have a problem with shooting to
kill. Maybe I just drive out into the desert and put a bullet in your ass
and leave you for the vultures."

Shelby smiled and said, "A bullet? I was hoping you'd put something else in
my ass."

"Damn you are a nasty little tease," Vance said. "I think the best thing I
could do is sell you to a band of traveling Mormon gypsies on their way to
Salt Lake City."

Shelby was still laughing when their breakfasts arrived. Soon laughing
turned to chowing. Vance smiled as he noted that the only way it seemed he
could shut the kid up was to put a plate of food in front of him.

The stop in Grand Junction added an hour to the trip, but Vance wanted the
Geek Squad to change out the sim card and make sure the phone was working
before the left. Vance could tell that Shelby was beyond happy to again
have a working phone. In the modern world, a kid without a cell phone might
as well be Amish. The first thing Shelby did was send his cousin a text
letting him know to expect company.

After an hour of driving, during which Shelby was unusually quiet, he
finally said, "I really want you to be my first."

Vance was taking in the stark scenery of Eastern Utah, and it didn't
register what Shelby had said, and asked, "What did you say?"

"I want you to be my first. I want you to take my virginity."

"Is this about the cell phone?" Vance asked, and then immediately regretted
the implication.

"Fuck no!" Shelby said indignantly. "I'm not selling you my ass for some
$60 Cricket plan." Then he smiled and said, "But, I would like to give it
to you."

Vance was a total loss for words, but finally managed to say, "Are you
sure. You only get one first time. Don't you want it to be..."

"Look, I'm not stupid. I know there is a chance...a good chance... that I
may end up having to trade sex for things I need. I hope it is something
more than straight up prostitution, but ... well, a guys gotta do what a
guys gotta do. So, I was hoping that if you are my first, it would be
something nice. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, it does. Unfortunately it makes brutally realistic sense," Vance
said somewhat sorrowfully. He didn't want to think of Shelby having to use
sex to get by.

"So will you do that for me?"

Vance had to fight back tears as he nodded his agreement.

Shelby's only response was a quiet, "Thank you."

Vance decided to stop for gas. He still had half a tank, but he needed to
get out of the car. While Vance filled up the tank, Shelby went into the
convenience store. When the car was full, Vance also went in to find
something to snack on. They both grabbed a Coke and a couple of other
things, and Vance paid for them. When they got back to the car, Vance said,
"It's your turn to drive," and tossed Shelby the keys.

Shelby's eyes grew super big. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning
when he spies the bicycle he'd been wishing for since Halloween. "Really,
you want me to drive!"

"Yeah, unless you don't want to?"

"No, I really want to." Shelby almost yelled.

"Then let's go."

Shelby couldn't stop smiling as he carefully drove out of Green River and
back onto I-70. Shelby was a bit hesitant on the acceleration and Vance
said, "Punch it." Shelby put his foot into the accelerator and soon they
were cruising at 80 mph. The nice thing about speed limits in the West,
they are merely suggestions and often treated like minimums rather than
maximums. A theory that was confirmed when a Utah State Trooper passed them
without lights or siren doing closer to 90.

The conversation was much lighter after the stop and soon Vance was
regaling Shelby with stories from college and the police force. Shelby
asked if Vance was in a fraternity.

"No, I was asked but it really wasn't my style. However, I came in fourth
in the Big Brutus competition."

"What's that?"

"Big Brutus is the largest electric shovel still in existence and is in
West Mineral, Kansas, just a few miles from Pittsburg, Kansas. Today, it is
a museum, but when it was strip mining for coal, it could dig up 90 cubic
yards of dirt in a single shovel full. However, at Pittsburg State, the big
Brutus award was given for the biggest cock on campus. One of the frats was
in charge of the competition and the winner was a combination of length and
circumference."

"The contest was originally called the King Dong, because Pittsburg State's
mascot is a gorilla.  However, while a gorilla is twice the size of the
human male, its penis is only 2.5 inches long, hardly something to inspire
envy. So the name of the contest was changed to The Big Brutus."

"So did you submit your own measurements?" Shelby asked.

"Hell no! The only guys who lie more about their cocks than high school
athletes, are college frat boys. They actually had a 68-year-old woman do
the measurements. She had been doing them for more than 20 years when I was
there. Her title was Miss Fay Wray, which is the only holdover from the
days when it was the King Dong. She would bring her sewing tape and when
you were ready, she would measure you. What I remember about her was that
she had the softest hands and called all the guys honey bees and their cock
stingers. I can still remember the time I heard her say to one of the
football players, `You're next honey bee. Let's have a look at your little
stinger.' Poor guy, for the rest of his time at P.S.U. he was called `li'l
stinger."

Shelby laughed, and asked, "Was he really little."

"No, you didn't enter The Big Brutus if you weren't hung. His problem was
that he was shy and couldn't really get it hard, especially after drinking
too much."

"Okay stud, I know you are big. I've seen it and it looks huge, but i don't
have much experience, and I was too afraid of getting my ass kicked to
check out guys in the locker room. So how do you compare to other guys?"

"Let's just say, if cocks were brains I'd be seated for dinner at a table
with Newton, Einstein, and Hawking."

"And, I'd be in the lobby sharing a box of chocolates with Forrest Gump,"
Shelby said bitterly.

"Come on, you have..."

"If you say cute penis, I'm going to drive your Mustang into a pole."

Vance laughed, "I'd for sure have to shoot you then. But seriously, I am a
top 90 percent of the time; however when I do bottom I'd rather it be with
someone with a penis like yours rather than mine."

"I get what you're saying,.... but I still want you to be my first."

The car was silent for a few miles, then Vance said, "I wasn't going to say
your penis is cute.....I was going to say it's adorable."

"Fucker, that's worse. Moms call things cute; grandmas call them adorable."

Vance laughed as the kid continued to rant for the next five miles.

When they got close to Vegas, Vance got back in the driver's seat. Before
going to the hotel, Vance made two stops. The first was at a Walmart. Since
Shelby wasn't old enough to gamble he would likely be spending a fair
amount of time at the pool and would need a decent swimsuit. After Shelby
picked out his suit, Vance added a couple of tank tops, a pair of flip
flops, a hat, sunscreen, and sunglasses. Vance also grabbed Shelby some
workout gear. When Shelby again balked at the amount of money Vance just
smacked his ass and smiled. The clerk gave Vance an odd look, and he said,
"My nephew would wear the same worn out clothes every day if we let him."
The clerk smiled and said her son was the same way.

When they got back into the Mustang, Shelby smiled and said, "So, now you
are my uncle?"

"Well, I thought it was better than saying I'm a pervy old man taking a hot
boy across state lines for who knows what."

"First, you are not old; you are mature. Second, you really think I'm hot."

Vance laughed, and said, "I'm not sure mature is much of an improvement on
old, and yes, you are hot. The next time you get out of the shower, spend a
little time honestly looking in the mirror. I think you will be surprised
with what you see."

Shelby blushed.

The next place they stopped was at one of Vegas' adult toy stores. "Have
you ever been in a place like this?" Vance asked. Shelby shook his head,
and Vance smiled.

The minute Shelby walked in, the guy at the counter asked for his
ID. Shelby was one of those guys who would be carded until he was
thirty. Looking at the shelves, Shelby was getting an education about the
variety of sexual roles, games, subcultures and fetishes that appeal to
people's erotic natures. While Shelby explored, Vance picked up Swiss Navy
lube and Trojan Magnum condoms, he also picked up a sampler pack of snug
fit condoms. His next purchase was an anal douche, and finally a graduated
set of three butt plugs.

"So kid," Vance said, "see anything you want?"

"Yeah, but I don't think he's for sale," Shelby said with a wink.

When they had everything, it was time to get checked into the hotel. When
they pulled up to the Venetian Resort, Vance said, "Before you get all
concerned that I am squandering my retirement, and will end up living under
a bridge, I am not paying for this room. I won it in a charity raffle."

Shelby said apologetically, "I guess I have been a bit worried that I am
costing you too much money. It's just that my family didn't have a lot of
money and I guess it kinda affected me."

"Oh, I think it is cute that you are so worried about grandpa."

Shelby laughed, and said, "You are hardly a grandpa. Hell, you are barely
an uncle."

"Fuck kid, you do have a way of boosting a guy's ego. Also, it is good to
run into someone who is concerned they might be taking advantage of
someone's generosity. So many people are just out to get all they can and
don't worry what it's costing anyone else." What Vance didn't say was he
wasn't sure he could just drive away and leave the kid when they got to
L.A. Vance's protective instincts were beginning to take over, and the
thought that something might happen to Shelby was gnawing at his soul.

"Oh fuck! This is amazing," Shelby said with complete awe when he entered
the room. "It's a good thing you told me you won this, or for sure I would
have accused you of being a dirty cop." The prize Vance won was a package
that included three nights in a luxury suite at the Venetian resort. Shelby
wasted no time checking out the suite. The first thing he noticed was the
king size bed and jumped right in the middle of it. Vance knew exactly what
Shelby was thinking as he rolled around on the bed, and Vance had to admit
it made his cock twitch. Beyond the sleeping area was a sunken living room
with a wall of windows that overlooked Vegas and the mountains beyond. The
last place Shelby checked out was the bathroom and he was totally blown
away by its luxury. The walls and floor were marble tiles and, in addition
to the large walk-in shower, there was a separate Roman soaking tub.

Vance laughed, and said, "It's after eight and I'm hungry. Let's go find
some food."

The two ended up at a restaurant called Trattoria Reggiano. A trattoria is
the Italian version of the street corner cafe. It served no-frills Italian
favorites in a casual setting. What wasn't no-frill were the prices on the
menu, and again Shelby looked concerned. When the waiter took their drink
order, Shelby said he was fine with water.

After the waiter left to get Vance a Peroni beer, Vance leaned over and
whispered in Shelby's ear, "Water is fine, if that is what you really
want. However, if I get the idea you are ordering cheap food, not the food
you want, then you will be sleeping alone on the couch and all those toys I
just bought will be going to the Salvation Army thrift store."

Shelby was taking a sip of water when Vance said the last sentence, and he
just about drowned himself. When he finally recovered, Shelby said,
"Message received...Uncle Vance."

Vance took a drink of his Peroni, and said, "It's just as good as I
remember it. Between my Freshman and Sophomore year in college I spent
three weeks with my mother's family in a small village outside of
Milan. It's one of those things I will always remember. I've been back to
visit several times, but it's never the same as your first time."

"Did you ever hook up with anyone?"

Vance smiled and softly said, "Luca."

"Luca," Shelby said, "that is such a sexy name."

"He was a sexy boy. It was the Summer after my mom died and I needed to get
away. So, I flew to Italy to bury her ashes in the village where she was
raised."

"I met Luca when I wandered into a small tavern, or what the Italians call
an osteria, in Zibido San Giacomo, Lombardy. The car I had rented had
broken down, It was late, and I hadn't eaten. When I tried to order food,
Luca, who was tending bar, said the kitchen was closed. He said his mother
had already gone home. I must have looked pathetic, because he took pity on
me and warmed up some meatball soup he found in the fridge."

"He wasn't busy, so we spent the evening talking. Finally, he said it was
time for him to close up and asked if I had a place to stay. I didn't, and
said I would probably sleep in the car. That's when he offered to let me
stay with him. He had a small apartment above the tavern. For some reason,
I accepted his offer."

When we got up to the apartment, he said, `I don't have air
conditioning. So, I usually strip down to my underwear. I hope you don't
mind.' I told him it wasn't a problem without trying to sound too
anxious. So, we sat out on a little balcony, wearing just our tighty
whities, drinking beer and shooting the breeze."

"Luca was gorgeous. I would describe him as being pretty without being
effeminate. He played on a local soccer team and he was in great shape. The
guy was lean and shit did he have great abs, legs, and of course an amazing
ass. But what really got me were his eyes. They were so expressive. They
were like mood stones that told you everything he was feeling. As we got
progressively more intoxicated, our inhibitions began melting
away. Finally, I couldn't take it, and I told him I was gay and if that was
a problem I would leave. He smiled and soon we were exploring each other's
naked bodies."

"Neither of us were out. So to find a chance encounter, was like finding a
diamond on a deserted beach. We spent the rest of my vacation fucking,
laughing, and just enjoying being with someone with whom we could be
ourselves, at least at night. It was a small town and the osteria was a
family business, so I would be gone before his mother arrived to open the
kitchen for lunch, and then I would come back just before closing when it
was mostly empty."

"I never felt so hollow and alone as I did on the flight back to the States
when my vacation ended."

"Did you ever see him again?" Shelby asked.

"I went back five years later. His family still owned the osteria, but Luca
had moved to Rome. He never came out, and finally married a girl he'd known
most of his life. They had three boys, and a nice home. He had gone to
university and was working in finance. The reason I know that, is six years
ago, I was working on a financial fraud case with the FBI. Normally, I
wouldn't have gone to Rome as part of the investigation, but the agent in
charge and I had a bit of a thing going. When his partner got sick, he
pulled some strings so I could go in his place.

"As it turned out, the bank VP assigned to help us was Luca. I immediately
recognized Luca when we were introduced; he was just a mature version of
that hot soccer boy I knew for one special week. When Ben found out how we
already knew each other, he pulled me aside and said he was going out
clubbing and wouldn't be back to the room until the next morning. Then he
suggested I find something, or someone, to do for the evening. Luca's wife
and boys were visiting her family, so he was free. For one fantastic night
we were 20-somethings reliving a memory."

The food came and after the waiter made sure everything was satisfactory,
and said he would be back to check on them. Vance thanked the waiter, and
was about to start eating, when he noticed Shelby was just sitting looking
at his food and a tear was running down his cheek.

"What's the matter?" Vance asked with concern.

"You and Luca, that story is so wonderful, and so sad. I hope I have a
story like that to tell when I'm your age. Shelby's words were like a
dagger to Vance's heart. For years, Vance had wondered about Luca: what he
was doing? Did he have a good life? Did he ever think about that week so
many years before? Now, Vance saw the likelihood he would again not know
what happened to someone he ... did he dare label it ... loved? How could
that possibly feel that in such a short time?

Fortunately for Vance, melancholy was not a part of Shelby's nature, and
soon he was again his buoyant, talkative self, and Vance couldn't resist
the kid's charm. The two joked, shared stories, and enjoyed the wonderful
food. As they finished the waiter came to see if they were interested in
dessert.

Vance said to Shelby, "How about I order both a Cannoli and Tiramisu and
then we share them?" Shelby nodded, and the waiter said, "Excellent."

After they finished dessert, Vance said he was going to the casino for a
couple of hours and would be back in the room around 11:30. Vance said he
was going to explore the hotel, then head back to the room. "While you're
exploring, make a list of anything you'd like to do; especially if there is
a show you want to see."

They each went their separate ways. Vance liked to play poker, but he was
too tired to concentrate so he settled for the slots. While he might be
tired, that wasn't affecting his luck, and he hit a jackpot that paid out
$11,437 after taxes. He decided to call it a night figuring there was no
need to give back anything he'd just won, at least that night. When he got
back to the room, Shelby was stripped to his underwear and watching a
movie.

"You're back early," Shelby said.

"Yeah, I did better than expected and decided to quit while I was
up. Here's your share." Vance handed him $1,437.

"I can't take your winnings!"

"I still have plenty of winnings in my pocket, but you're my good luck
charm, and I want to share the wealth. Now put that away so you have some
pocket money when you get to L.A."

"Okay, thanks," Shelby said and gave Vance a hug. As he hugged Vance,
Shelby whispered, "So, is it time for me to get lucky?"

Vance sat Shelby down on the edge of the bed and put an arm around his
shoulders. "Let's talk about this." Shelby slumped. "Hey buddy, I didn't
say no, but I do think we need to approach this realistically. Those porn
scenes where the virgin twink spontaneously throws his legs back and is
fucked by the stud with the extra big cock to a phenomenal no-hands orgasm
using only spit as a lube are just stupid. No, they are worse than stupid,
because they set guys up for a bad experience. Good sex doesn't work that
way. Believe me, my ass has found out the hard way."

"So then what do we do?"

"We start with the basics: learning how to properly prep for sex. Then we
use those plugs to get you used to having something inside you and training
you to relax. But I promise you, when I know you are ready, it will
happen. However, that doesn't mean we have to be monks. There are plenty of
things we can do tonight."

Shelby smiled and asked, "Can I suck your cock?"

"Well, you can try." The minute the words came out of his mouth, Vance knew
Shelby saw it as a challenge.

The first thing Vance did was give Shelby a lesson on how to properly clean
himself. "You don't have to go crazy," Vance said. "You just don't want
anything to spoil the mood. So, I'll give you some privacy and we will see
how it goes."

"After a little while and a couple of toilet flushes," Shelby opened the
bathroom door and said, "I think I'm ready." Vance gave Shelby a kiss and
said, "It's been a long day. Let's take a shower."  While they showered,
Vance washed Shelby's body. He particularly enjoyed kissing and teasing the
boy's erect nipples.

Finally Vance said, "Let's dry off and move this to the bed."

Vance positioned Shelby on all fours, and began massaging his smooth, round
cheeks. Shelby's skin was soft and the color of ivory. As Vance worked
Shelby's glutes, he also began letting his thumbs slide through the canyon
they formed. Each time Vance's thumbs passed close to the virgin hole,
Shelby would shudder, and his body tightened. Now Vance decided it was time
to turn it up a notch, actually several notches. He leaned forward, spread
Shelby's cheeks, and then starting at his taint, he drug his tongue slowly
through the valley of delight. It rocked Shelby's world, and he half
squeal, half moaned in ecstasy. With the way the boy responded, Vance
wondered if the boy could even remain conscious when fucked to climax.

After a half hour of tongue and finger play, it was time for the next
level. Vance pulled out the smallest of the plugs and made sure it was well
lubed. Then he placed the tip against Shelby's hole and said, "Tell me when
you are ready."

Shelby took a couple of deep breaths, and Vance began to push. "Push out
like you're taking a shit," Vance coached. When he did, Shelby's ass opened
like a flower bud on a warm day in May. Vance continued to work the plug
deeper into and deeper, until the large thick end popped all the way in and
the boy's sphincter clamped tightly onto the toy's neck.

Vance rolled Shelby onto his back and admired the boy meat leaking boy
sauce down onto soft pubes. Vance licked the tip and Shelby's lizard brain
took complete control. The flow of precum increased, and his cock was rock
hard. Vance growled, and then devoured Shelby's cock to its root. The kid
was absolutely losing his mind. He grabbed the sheets with both fists and
his body shook uncontrollably. Vance had one more trick up his sleeve; he
began manipulating the plug in Shelby's ass so that it brushed against his
prostate. The kid had heard tales of the prostate, but this was the first
time he had experienced the exquisite pleasure of having his P-spot
stimulated.

It didn't take long for the fireworks to go off. Shelby had never cum so
hard, so long, and so much in his life. For a moment, Vance wondered if
anyone had ever drowned giving a blow job. Finally, Shelby stopped shooting
and Vance kissed Shelby, giving the stud a taste of his own spunk.

For a while both guys lay quietly on the bed recovering. Then Shelby said,
"I want to try to give you a blow job."

"Are you sure?" Vance asked, "I'm not easy to take."

"I really need to try," Shelby said. "I might not be able to take it all,
and I might not be good, but I have to start somewhere."

"Okay," Vance said, "but remember, it's not an all or nothing thing. Do
what you can, and leave some things for another time."

Shelby smiled, and gently took hold of Vance's cock. After a few minutes of
stroking Vance's large cock, Shelby decided to kiss it. Soon Shelby was
experimenting with various techniques, and Vance had to admit, the kid
seemed to innately understand what would feel good. Soon, Vance could feel
his balls beginning to churn. Shelby had his hand wrapped firmly around the
base of Vance's cock and was stroking it, as his lips and tongue teased
Vance's glans and frenulum. Soon it was Vance's turn to erupt in a series
of spasms that spewed cum onto Shelby's face and his own stomach. When
Vance was finished, Shelby straddled Vance's belly and leaned down to kiss
the man whose jizz painted his face. Vance lapped the semen from Shelby's
face and shared it with his young acolyte.

Soon Vance noticed the day was catching up with Shelby. His eyes were
drooping, and he became increasingly less talkative. Shelby still had the
plug in his ass and Vance said, "Before you fall asleep, we need to remove
this. Come with me." Vance led him to the bathroom and they again stepped
into the shower. The warm water was relaxing and Vance had Shelby spread
his legs and lean against the shower wall. Vance slowly pulled on the plug,
allowing Shelby time to relax and allow it to slide out. Vance cleaned the
toy before turning off the shower and drying Shelby.

Shelby was asleep before his head hit the pillow. Vance made sure he was
covered and tucked in before placing an order with room service for a late
breakfast and turning off the lights. When Vance finally climbed into bed,
Shelby rolled over and snuggled into his side without waking up. It was as
if they were oppositely polarized magnets that couldn't resist connecting
with each other.

Vance kissed the top of Shelby's head, and said, "How will I ever let you
go."

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