Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 09:53:29 0000 From: moistheat@hotmail.com Subject: Unknown Pleasures of Spring Nights (MB, oral, teen, semi-rom) Unknown Pleasures of Spring Nights By BadBadThing Since everyone else does it, I guess I better too. None of this is real. It's all made up. Even the real stuff. Especially the real stuff, cuz if it was real that would be illegal and I wouldn't want to do anything illegal, again. Oh yea, and you can archive this not real story if people can read it, in its entirety, for free. If you have to pay to read it, piss off until you send me some money. Nifty, ASSGM, ASSTR, & Deja and whoever else that lets you read this in its entirely without paying for it in any way (including age verifyers) are cool, in other words and may have free & fair use of it. If you like what you read, do a search at the usual places and find my other works. Also, if you like it and want more, stroke my ego (or any other part you like) by writing me at badbadthing@mailcity.com. Remember, writers here work for one thing, your praise, so pay well! -+- I was 20, I think, and Lance was 16. We'd met at a gamer's club and hit off a fast friendship. He was pretty mature acting for his age and I was always comfortable about people younger than me because I am a good listener and try not to lay a bunch of judgments on them. It's a trait that has gotten me many friends young and old. I guess some would figure that I'm some perv pedo or something but I have almost never taken advantage of a situation where I am trusted, just to get some. Lance was a hottie, about 5'10", slim, some muscles showing here and there, dark brown - almost black hair that fell across his shoulders to the middle of his back, and the tightest black jeans that really showed off his package and cute bubble butt. He laughed later when we talked about looks and I told him he had a bubble butt. Guys and gals all gave him a look over. Anyhow, we fell into a pattern after several months of hanging out till late, watching videos, playing computer games, just jabbering, or whatever. His folks were divorced and he was the last of the kids and the only one still at home. His dad liked to go out a lot and pretty much left Lance to his own devices. Usually, we'd finally end up the night killing the lights and stretching out on the floor in the basement on some beanbags or big pillows and talking until one of us fell asleep, usually him. Sometime in the night I'd wake up or just get up and let myself out and go home. Make no mistake about it, Lance was CUTE and I wanted him BAD, but he was straight and even though he was not phobic, he also wasn't interested. So one late spring night, we're winding down, the windows are open to the basement and we're real both mellow but sorta horned, having been talking something about sex. Of late, we'd both been giving each other back rubs because it was nice and he was really good at it and I liked the contact and he did too, I think. I'd been rubbing his back with his shirt off, when after a while I figured out he was asleep. I moved over to the side and lay down beside him, one hand still sorta working his lower back. After about 20 minutes or so, he rolled over to his side and then on over to his back. I was mesmerized; I sat there and in the moonlight watched the rise and fall of his tight stomach as he slept. Man, how I loved him! Giving in to my desire to please him and my own curiosity, I slowly crept a finger to that fantastic bulge in his crotch and started to rub. Soon a finger became my whole hand and gently, slowly, in his sleep, he began to respond. Looking back at it, I was amazed he didn't wake up and even after years I wasn't totally sure he wasn't faking, but from other related discussions where he would have said something about it (yeah, we still have an amazingly close friendship), he never did, & I am pretty sure he was really asleep. So anyhow, I am rubbing his cock really firm now through those tight, black 501's when I figure I'll get daring and reach over with my other hand and slowly start pulling buttons loose. He'd helped thing along by undoing the top one before he lay down, and the others followed in easy succession. Under, I found the Fruit of the Loom Y fronts whose waistband I had memorized so many times, the front damp all over. Damn, but this boy could pre-cum! My rubbing was now more gentle but I knew I wasn't going to be satisfied with only rubbing, so I slowly lifted the waistband and pulled the whities over and down, gently tucking them beneath the fantastic set of mostly-smooth boy nuts I found. His cock wasn't huge, maybe about 5 1/2" - 6", but it had a pleasing thickness to it and a constant stream of pre-cum oozing out of the slit, pooling on his stomach. I slowly lifted his boy rod up, gently stroking it, and leaned forward and took the head in my mouth. Oooohhhhhhhh what a delicious taste!!!!!!!!!! His rod was hot and thick and throbbing and tasted of boy sweat and the pre-cum that still oozed out, completing the flavor. Of the many skills I have, sucking cock is one that I have made into an art and I started working on my new canvas, slowly gliding down, taking his cock deeper, all the way down until I finally felt my nose bury in his light, musky smelling pubes. Up, gently sucking, all the way to the head, my tongue working the underside of Lance's glorious rod, my fingers lightly toying with his nuts, then back down, enjoying the experience as much as I could so I would be able to remember it forever. As I sucked faster and with more suction, his hips started to grind upward against my face, his cock anxiously burying itself deep in the back of my throat. I felt the pre-cum flow really build up and then the head of his cock started to swell in my mouth, the taste saturating my soul! I sucked again and again, my tongue working a staccato under the tip of his cockhead, until finally I felt the first surge. I quickly pulled up so the just the head was in my mouth, still flailing away with my tongue and gulped down spurt after fantastic spurt of his glorious boy seed, the thick salty cum of the boy I loved filling me totally as I swallowed gulp after greedy gulp. Finally after what was somewhere between forever and not anywhere long enough, he quit blasting and pulled his dick instinctively from my mouth, his cock becoming too sensitive to bear any more pleasure. I hovered over him, expecting at any second he'd open his eyes and go berserk, having found out what I had done, but instead, his breathing slowly calmed and steadied as his prick grew softer and his nuts sank back down. I savored the taste of his cum, the last still on my lips as I gently pulled his underwear up over his balls and rod. Then I buttoned a button or two and rolled a bit further off to the side. I still expected lightning to strike from the sky or the earth to shake as he woke up to find what I'd done, but no, he just quietly fell into a light snoring and rolled onto his side. Emotionally high and totally stoked I quietly slide away and let myself out. I couldn't wait to get home and didn't want to go find some John Doe, one-time-hook-up to get me off, I was in such heaven, I decided to jack my own load right there in the car before I left, remembering, imagining, experiencing all over again the fantastic night's events, Lance's taste still fresh in my mouth. After that we still continued our regular routine of staying up late, and yeah, a couple more times I got to repeat that evening's fun, but only a couple more. It was glorious and I still can feel the love that I have for Lance, years later and thousands of miles away, and enjoy a memory that he never knew we had. All right reserved by the author, XXI. Archival permission granted only to archives that allow totally free access & retrieval. If any form of compensation or age verification is required you are not permitted to archive or repost any portion of this story. Also, if you like this work and want more, stroke my ego (or any other part you like) by writing me at moistheat@hotmail.com. Remember, writers here work for one thing, your praise, so pay well!