Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2011 15:00:14 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: The Boy Downstairs - 7 I stuck to my decision and as hard as it was I was able to avoid temptation for well over a week. I saw him a few times on the stairs but now the warm winds of Spring made it bearable for him. A couple of times I slipped him a few dollars so he could feed himself. By the tenth day my juices were raging once more and as I passed him I casually asked, "Do you want to come up in half an hour?" I expected a big smile and some enthusiasm. Instead all I got was a quiet, "Sure." I was perplexed by his response but reasoned any explanation could wait. I continued upstairs and quickly prepared some food for my expected guest. Thirty minutes later Randy wandered in looking like a sad basset hound who had lost his mate. In fact he had. "There's something wrong Randy. What is it?" "It's Nathan, he won't speak to me any more." "And why not?" I inquired. "Well I did what you said. I told him that you couldn't see him any more and he....he...." "Go on," I urged. Randy looked at the floor and hesitated. He was no poker player. He was hiding a secret. "What aren't you telling me?" Still looking down he finally continued. "Well.....well I promised him....a long time ago.....that I figured I could get you to suck us both off." He looked up before continuing. "Somehow he guessed that you sucked me off and now he thinks that I'm keeping you for myself." He waited a moment studying my reaction and then added, "You aren't mad or anything are you?" I smiled thinking of the earlier traps I had set for Randy and Nathan. Now I was wondering who was trapping who? Nevertheless I shared his pain. I knew there was nothing more important in the life of a thirteen year old boy than your best friend. I felt responsible for the separation and I knew I had to find a way to get them back together. I wrapped an arm around Randy and smiled broadly, "No I'm not mad. Let's eat and we'll figure out what to do to get Nathan back." Randy returned the smile, wiped away some tears with the back of his sleeve and sat down to his second most favourite pastime. He came close to wiping the design off the plate before asking for a second helping. While I ate I devised a plan in my mind that was quite similar to the earlier traps. I was confident that neither Randy nor Nathan would conclude the earlier traps were faked as well. I brought Randy to the living room, placed a hand on each cheek and kissed him. "As long as you do exactly as I say I'm sure we are going to get Nathan back for you." Randy sat wide eyed in anticipation. "I want you to tell Nathan you found a way to get him sucked off without me ever knowing about it!" Randy screwed up his face in puzzled amazement. "What?" I spent the next half hour explaining my plan in step by step fashion. I reviewed it three times to make sure he grasped all the details. Randy had a few questions but on the whole seemed to understand the plan well. His excitement grew by the minute. "Let's set it up for this Friday," I suggested. "I can't wait!" he responded. I expected him to now ask for sex at any moment. It didn't happen. All he could talk about was Friday and how he was already getting a hard on just thinking about it. "You know Nathan has a really nice cock. It's like mine only longer." "Gee I hope I can get it all in," I replied. "It's big but it's not that big," Randy assured me. "How about you tonight. Don't you want to be serviced?" Randy shocked me when he replied, "Nah, I already jerked off twice today and now I want to save it all for Friday." That made me a little frustrated but I kept my feelings to myself. Thirty minutes later Randy left my apartment leaving me to reach for a porno flic and a towel. Cum Friday evening I was as horny as I had ever been in my life. The boys weren't to come until seven thirty in order to give me some serious drinking time. Again I spread empties around and used some stale drops as a cologne. Stripping to my underwear I turned the lights down low and lay on my bed. As the boys entered right on schedule I bent my head to the side and left my mouth slightly open. The boys stopped short a few feet from my bed. "See." Randy explained, " It's just like I said. He always drinks like crazy on Fridays and then falls asleep in his underwear." Randy then grabbed Nathan firmly by one arm. "Before we do anything you gotta promise me once more, best friend to best friend. You gotta swear your very best swear on your mother's grave that you won't tell nobody nothing on account of if you do tell you could never come back here again! Okay?" "All right all ready," Nathan retorted. "You already made me swear twice before we got here but if you want I'll swear again." "On your mother's grave!" Randy repeated. "Yeah, yeah, on my mother's grave and my grandmother's too if you want." Randy grinned and then turned his attention to me. "Okay then, let's make sure he's asleep." With the formalities over Randy reached out and shook me hard. "Wake up Mr. Pitowski!" I pretended to stir a little making sure I was adjacent to the edge of the bed. Nathan's eyes proceeded to drift to my groin. "Holy shit. You can see his dick real easy in his underpants. It looks fucking bigger than last time." He reached out and placed a tentative hand directly on top of my organ. I could feel his fingers slowly close around my shaft. "Why don't you take it out?" Randy suggested. "He'll never know." Nathan looked up at my face. My eyes were the narrowest of slits. "Are you sure? What if he wakes up." "I told you he's like my dad. Once he falls asleep that's it. He's gone for the night! He ain't waking up for nothing." Nathan was obviously reassured as he lifted my underpants and slipped a hand inside. Bolts of electricity shot through me as his fingers wrapped around my flesh. I was so sexually charged I was practically shivering with excitement. "Wow!" Nathan exclaimed. "I'd love to have a fucking cock like this. Look at the fucking size of it. I'm holding a fucking monster!" "I wanna see it again too!" Randy exclaimed as he climbed onto the bed between my legs. Without hesitation he grabbed my shorts and crudely pulled them down to my ankles. He then sat on the inside by my waist, reached in and deftly scooped a few drops af precum and put his fingers to his mouth. Nathan was puzzled. "Watcha doing Randy?" he asked. Randy proceeded to act the sex expert. "That's precum. It tastes sweet. Try some." Nathan reached in and parroted Randy's act. "You're right. It is good!" Nathan went back to exploring his new found toy. He squeezed it and then jacked it a couple of times. It was all I could do to squelch my moans. He took two hands and felt the texture of the entire shaft. He felt the tube underneath an then turned to the glans running a finger all over it. "Look how fucking wide it is Randy. It is definitely bigger than those guys on the porno tape we seen. This cock would rip us apart if he put it in our asses!" He then placed one hand above the other on the shaft. "Look, two hands," he laughed. Randy reached in and added his above Nathans, "Yeah and there is still room for one of mine!" "Did you really jack him off?" Nathan asked. "Sure, I done it a few times. He doesn't even wake up when he goes off. Try it." Nathan placed both hands a short distance beneath the mushroomed head and interlaced his fingers. Squeezing fairly tightly he began a rhythmic action pumping up and down. "Wow, this is is great! How long does it take him to shoot?" "Not long," was Randy's reply. I was so damn hot I knew Randy was correct. I tried to hold off so I could continue to enjoy the experience but it was impossible. I was breathing heavily but at the same time, using all of my resolve, I was able to control my vocal chords. I erupted with the force of a teenager. The first shot landed on my chest. As Nathan continued to pump additional shots anointed my stomach and finally the back of Nathan's hand. "Look at all the fucking stuff," Nathan exalted. "Can you imagine sucking him off. Even if you could get it all in your mouth he'd fucking drown you." As he spoke Nathan cleaned up a little with a towel that I had conveniently left out. "I saved the best part for last," Randy added. "See how his mouth is partly open. Put your finger in there and see what he does." Nathan hesitated. "What if he bites me?" "I done it a bunch of times," Randy boasted, "He never bites." Nathan was still not convinced. "Show me." Randy promptly pushed a finger in two or three inches. I immediately closed my lips on it. "There, see. There's nothing to it." "What does it feel like?" Nathan asked. "Try it and find out." Nathan stood up and carefully approached my head. He reached out with an index finger and slowly pushed it into my mouth. I grasped it with my lips and began to massage it vigorously with my tongue. "Cool," Nathan enthused, "That really feels cool!" "Now added Randy grinning, "Here is the surprise. What do you think he does if you put your cock in there instead of your finger?" "No way!" "Yes way. I already done it a bunch of times. He gives you perfect blow jobs!" Nathan was heavily groping himself as he repeated, "No way!" "Really, he does," Randy insisted. "Try it. It's the greatest!" "And what if he bites your cock?" "I told you already. He never bites. He just sucks it." This was clearly a big step for Nathan. He needed more proof. "Show me!" "I was going to let you go first but if you want me to that's okay by me," Randy grinned. With that Randy allowed his pants and underpants to drop to the floor. His boyhood stretched out proudly in front of him. Nathan moved in close to watch as Randy guided his cock to my open mouth. He pushed the glans between my lips allowing me to explore his helmet with my lips and my waiting tongue. Once in I massaged the smooth flesh as wildly as I could. "Oh fuck yeah," Randy groaned. "That's fucking great," Nathan exalted, "But you ain't pumping. How is he getting you off?" Randy closed his eyes and explained, "He's running his tongue all over it and it feels awesome!" Still doubting Nathan demanded, "Yeah? Show me some juice. Prove to me that he got you." Randy began to pump a little as well and began to cry, "Oh shit, oh shit,......It feels fucking.....fucking......ohhhhhh!" I could feel his squirts hit the back of my mouth. I refrained from licking his cum slit so he had the proof he needed for Nathan. "Shit, look at that! He really did get you off!" "Of course he did!" Randy confirmed, "I told you. It was fucking awesome!" As he quickly lowered his pants Nathan suddenly found his enthusiasm. "Here, it's my turn. Let me try!" He almost pushed Randy aside as he pointed one of the prettiest young cocks I had ever seen towards my mouth. It was about the same width as Randy's but had to be an inch to an inch and a half longer. It appeared to be perfectly symetrical topped by an engorged soft pinkish mauve helmet. The flared ridge was a darker shade, almost purple in color. His dark bush was no more than an inch wide beneath a hairless stomach. Nathan leaned against the edge of my bed and guided his pulsing organ towards my mouth. "Here suck it in!" he cried. As the tip of his helmet made contact I opened wide and allowed him immediate access. I closed my lips and pressed hard as the flared edge of his glans passed by. "Oh Christ! That feels fucking great!" he raved. Randy predictably agreed, "I told you so." He kept pushing until he hit the back of my throat and my upper lip was buried in his hair. He then held it there. Unfortunately he was that in between size. He wasn't quite long enough that I could massage him with my throat muscles. At the same time he was too far back for my tongue to attack his most sensitive areas. "Look how easy he can take it. I got it all in. No problem!" Randy requested a constant update on Nathan's blow job. "How's it feel now?" "It's okay but it doesn't tickle much yet." As he spoke Nathan instinctively drew back a little. It allowed me to attack his helmet with a vengeance. "Oh shit. There it is. He's getting me now. It feels fucking fantastic. What a blow job!" Randy grinned and gave non-stop encouragement. "That's great! Is he going to get you? Does it tickle yet?" I ran my tongue up and over and around as quickly and as hard as I could. As he began to get more excited he added his own pumping motion allowing my lips to participate as well. "Oh fuck yes. YES!... I don't believe this. .... Fucking great! ....Yes, YES, OHHHHH" Shot after shot slammed into the back of my throat. Never had I tasted cum so sweet. I continued to suck feverishly. "Oh shit," Nathan complained, "He's still sucking me. It's getting very sore." "You've forgotten," Randy reminded him, "He's still asleep. You have to pull it out if you want him to stop." "Oh yeah," Nathan replied as he quickly pulled out. He then reached for a chair and sat back totally spent. "That was the absolute best I ever felt. It was fucking awesome!" "Yeah, and the best part is he's still asleep. If I feel like getting sucked off again I can get one anytime I want it," Randy proclaimed. "Once I got a blow job. Then I watched TV and played with his dick for a while. Then i got another blow job." This wasn't part of the script and wondered where Randy was going with it. Randy was still hard and stripped from the waist down. He wandered over and pointed his organ towards me once more. "Here, I'll show you." He shoved it between my lips and stood there hands on his hips, his legs spread apart. "Do you see how easy it is Nathan? I could let him suck me all night if I wanted to." "Cool!" Nathan agreed. I wasn't sure Randy could get off again so quickly but I was sure game to find out. I concentrated on the flared edge of his cock head. "While I'm getting sucked off why don't you play with his cock some more?" "Look at all the goo on his dick," Nathan noted. "That's just more precum. Try licking it off." As I continued to service Randy I suddenly felt what had to be Nathan's lips on my glans. With just the slightest scrape he was able to engulf the entire head. His lips began to explore me. Even as I sucked Randy I had to moan. I couldn't help it. He lasted twenty seconds or so before drawing off. "There, did you see? I got the head of his monster in at least. Did you see?" "That's better then I can do," Randy admitted. "Is he going to get you again?" Nathan inquired. "Yup, I'm starting to get the feeling." I worked feverishly as Randy's breath became more labored. "Oh yeah, there it is.......Ohhhh." His member began to jerk in spasms. There was a little nectar but not much. "This is fucking great!" Nathan declared. "He's a fucking suck machine. I ain't telling nobody. This is just between you and me. I wanna get my dick sucked every Friday!" "You can't come up anytime you feel like it," Randy reminded him. "You have to check with me first." I was wondering at that point whether a second session with Nathan was in order. Alas it wasn't going to happen. Nathan glanced at his watch and declared he was already an hour late. The boys quickly yanked up their pants and then pulled up my underwear. They left together leaving me with the sweet memories.