Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 14:26:46 -0400 From: Dick Hertz Subject: Walking - Part 2 "How about tomorrow morning?" I said. "Sure, I'll be at the convenience store at 8:30!" he said. I could hardly wait. The next day, I got to work at 7;00 am, as usual, with nothing more on my mind than waiting for 8:30. I had been thinking of nothing else since yesterday and had repeated the events that unfolded over and over in my mind. I can't believe I had been so fortunate to have my fantasies fulfilled. I still could feel the softness of the skin on his chest and the firm little nipples that hardened up when stimulated by my fingers and my tongue. It was such a turn on to play with them! I don't know if it's because they reminded me of a pubescent girl's breasts or if it was just because they were his. That's what attracted me to him in the first place. The rest was just a bonus. I was pleased with his looks, even though he was a bit heavy, and I loved his uncut cock. I had wanted for so long to feel a hard cock in my mouth again and I was not disappointed. I did my usual things; logged into my computer, checked my email, checked for work in the many databases we have, drank my coffee. Checked my voice mail and answered calls I could at that hour of the morning. Of course, I checked for new stories on Nifty and checked my email address I use for Nifty submissions. I was pleased that I got a favorable response from one reader. At least I know that one person beside myself got a hardon over it. By the time I did all this it was about ten after eight. Twenty minutes to go. My boss came in and asked me for some information on an account and I retrieved it as fast as I could so I wouldn't be late. I brought it into her office and handed her the file. Immediately she started asking me questions about it. She must have noticed I was a bit distracted as I kept trying to back out of her office. As I was answering her questions and backing out of her office, I noticed that her office window directly overlooked the convenience store. Being on the second floor of our building, her window gave a partial view of the sidewalk and the roof of the store. I couldn't see the entrance, and I strained to see if he was there. It was now about 8:26 and I made an excuse to leave her office. I returned to my desk and took a couple last swigs of my coffee. I shut Nifty down from my computer and brought up some boring company page onto the screen and prepared to head downstairs. The first thing I had to do was adjust the half hard cock in my pants. The second thing I did was to take a pack of Eclipse Flash Strips out of my pocket. Those are the new kind of breath fresheners that dissolve when you place the strip on your tongue. They are really powerful and strong. They would freshen your breath if your just ate a pile of shit! Plus, I thought they might have a nice effect on any piece of flesh I might have put into my mouth. I laid one on my tongue on the way down the stairs and it was dissolved before I hit the outside door. I got a cool rush of taste and a tingle that livened up my whole mouth. I was right on target, as far as the time went. I turned right out the door and headed toward the front of the convenience store. There was no one there! I checked my watch and it said 8:30 on the nose. Oh shit, I said to myself, I must have scared him off or he had second thoughts. I didn't relish waiting around in front of the store. This was not the best neighborhood and all kinds of characters would be hitting me up for cigarettes or money. Just then, he stepped out of the door of the store. He looked up and smiled and then offered me a cigarette from the pack he just bought. I pulled out my lighter and lit both our smokes and we waked wordlessly to the corner. We automatically turned down the street we had been on yesterday and smoked while we walked up the block. We both started to say something at the same time, but I told him to go ahead. "I was wondering if you would show up today." he said. "I thought that might have been just a fluke yesterday." "I was beginning to think the same thing when I didn't see you right away." I said. "Listen, I liked what we did yesterday, but I wasn't too comfortable doing it in the stairway." he said. "Would you mind coming over to my place? I just live in the apartment block at the end of the street." "That would be great!" I said. "It bothered me, too, being so close to the street and my knees aren't what they used to be." He chuckled and led the way down the street. "Won't there be anyone home?" I asked. "Nah, my mom works and I live there alone with her." he said. "It's either too early or to late for most of the people in my building to be milling around." We walked most of the way down the street and crossed over to the other side. We snuffed our cigarettes out and he led me to the apartment building's door. He unlocked the front door with a key from his pocket. We went in and he headed to the stairs. I let him lead and he said we were going to the third floor. I was just as happy to take the stairs behind him so I could get a close up look at his buns and he ascended the stairs. Even with his loose nylon pants, the action of his globes was mesmerizing. I could smell his fresh scent, too. He must have showered just before he came to meet me. We entered the third floor hallway and turned down to go to his apartment. He opened the door and we sent inside. It was not at all what I expected. It was clean and freshly painted and tastefully decorated, though not overdone. "Very nice place." I said. I realized then that I didn't even know his name. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what to call you. My name is Dick, what's yours?" "Oh, I'm Evan." he said. "We never did get around to introductions yesterday!" "No, we didn't, we were too busy for that." I said. "Are you sure you are O.K. with this?" "With what?" he asked. "Well, with the fact that I'm white, I'm old enough to be your father or grandfather, and that we're not really here to play Monopoly." I said. "Nah, it doesn't bother me," he said. " As a matter of fact, I hang around with more white guys than black guys. My mom is white and I never had anyone you could call my father or grandfather. As far as playing around, I liked it, and I get so lonely sometimes I was glad you talked to me yesterday." "I wondered about you from the way you speak. You are very articulate for a young man." I said. "You mean I don't talk like I'm from the ghetto, right?" he asked. "I guess I don't fit in there. I identify more with the white guys and I get dissed by the black brothers because I try hard in school and am on the Honor Roll." "How old are you really?" I asked. "I know, I lied to you yesterday," he said. "I'm going to be seventeen next month." That explained the presence of the baby fat and the perky breasts that attracted me from the start. He noticed my hesitation and could tell I was pondering his statement. "Does that bother you?" he asked. "No, I still like you and I'm still attracted to you." I said. "But, I'm glad we got that out of the way." "How do we start?" he asked. "How about in the bedroom?" I asked. He led the way down the hall to his room. It was neat, in a teenager sort of way, and equipped with a desk and computer and a full size bed. There were bookshelves and a few trophies and posters. His bed was made and the room was picked up. "Do you want me to take off my shirt?" he asked, as he started to pull it over his head. "Yes, that's a good start." I said. "You seem a bit nervous about this, so how about if you take it all off and I give you a massage. I learned a few things about massage in Viet Nam that will relax you." He kicked his sneakers off, pulled his socks off, and slid his pants and boxers down his legs and off onto the floor. He picked all his clothes up and deposited them on his desk chair. "Lie down on your stomach on the bed." I said. As he did so, I removed my clothes and put them on top of his. He lay on the bed facing me and watched my every move. "Wow, you really are white!" he said "Yes, and you really are brown!" I said. We both laughed and it seemed to break the tension. I went over to the bed and put my hands on his shoulder muscles and gripped the firmly. I used my thumbs to massage the muscles on top of his shoulder blades and squeezed the shoulder muscles. "Ah, that feels so good." he said. I did this for a few minutes and then moved own the center of his back and massaged the muscles on either side of his spine. I used my thumbs to stroke them from the spine out and we as low as the crack of his ass. I then moved his arms down along his sides and massaged his arms from the fingers up to his shoulders. I gently squeezed his muscles in a milking fashion called "stripping" until he was loose and relaxed. Then I went to the foot of the bed and did the same thing to his legs. When I got to the top of his legs, my hands had to reach in between his legs to complete the top of his legs and I could feel his scrotum and the sparse wiry hair there. He was a joy to massage because of the extra little layer of fat and his smooth silky brown skin. I was really enjoying this and Evan seemed to be in a state of suspended animation. No doubt now that he was relaxed. "O.K., Now sit up." I said. "Do I have to?" he said. "I think all my muscles have turned to jelly." After he sat up, I used a technique of striking his shoulders and back with the edge of my hand with my fingers touching and spread apart. This creates a snapping sound when done right and feel great to the recipient. He tried to speak, but the rhythmic thumping on his back made his speech warble and was unintelligible. "Now lie on your back." I said. He lay back and, of course, the first thing I saw was his dick at attention. "I guess you can tell I liked that." He said. "Enough to raise the flagpole!" I said. I started at his feet again and worked my way up to his groin. I got even closer to his groin this time and stroked the area between his scrotum and his leg, right in the crease. His dick jumped a few times and his balls seemed to roll around in their sac of their own accord. I got up on the bed and straddled him and sat lightly on his thighs with my knees on either side of his legs. I put my hands on either side of his waist and began to knead and massage my way up to his armpits, using my thumbs to reach over onto his stomach and chest. As I leaned forward to reach to his armpits I could feel his hard dick contact my stomach and my hard dick make contact with his scrotum and the bottom of his dick. We both let out a gasp and our peckers jumped and twitched. I leaned back and broke contact and let my hands run up his stomach to his chest. I laid both palms over his breasts and massaged in circles. Even on his back, his tits were little peaks with hard nipples on the top like the cherry on a chocolate sundae. I adjusted myself a bit so that my hands were on either side of his shoulders and bent down and licked his nipples one by one. As I did, I had to scoot up so that our cocks we in full contact. As I licked his nipples I stroked back and forth against his groin with mine. The slippery contact caused by sweat and precum was driving us both to the brink, but I didn't want this to end just yet. I leaned farther forward and placed my lips on his. He lifted his head to meet me and parted his lips enough to let me explore inside. His arms went around he and he held me tight for what seemed like hours. I broke the kiss and retreated south to a position between his legs. Without waiting, I skinned his foreskin all the way back and went down on his cock. He drew in a quick breath and moaned all the while he was letting it out. I drove my head down as far as it would go without choking and then slowly slid my lips along its length on the way up. I tongued his head at the top and went right back down. His hips were moving to meet my movements and his head was thrashing from side to side. "Oh, my God, Oh my God," he said over and over. I knew I must have been doing something right. I kept my left hand on the base of his cock and took his balls in my right hand. I gently let my fingers barely touch and tickle his balls and he spread his legs further. I let my middle finger trace the line between his scrotum and his anus and back, all the while keeping up the pace of my bobbing on his tool. "Oh! Oh!" he panted. I knew he was close and wasn't going to deny him this cum. I felt his balls tighten up and his head swelled in my mouth. I could feel his shaft twitch, so I moved my tongue to massage the tube on the underside of his cock and I shortened my strokes on it. "Here it comes!" he said, as if I didn't know it! I felt a pulse and a little cream, but then a series of about six pulses that filled my mouth with his cum. His butt was clear off the bed as he thrust to expel his load. After the last shot I sucked the remaining dribbles out and he relaxed back onto the bed. There was complete silence except for the rapid breathing and heaving of his chest. I had dropped his cock out of my mouth and it was rapidly shrinking and leaking a little more goo onto his bush. I lay next to him on the bed to let my jaws recover. I lay on my side and watched him as he regained his composure and powers of speech. "Man, I don't know how you do it!" he said. "I feel well and thoroughly blown!" "I'm glad you liked it." I said. "I enjoyed it, too." We rested like that for a few minutes until we were breathing regularly and could see straight. "Can I do you now?" he asked. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked. "No, but I'm sure if I do what you've shown me, it will work just fine!" he said. He slid down the bed while I lay on my back and he wasted no time in getting my cock into his mouth. There was no foreskin to contend with, so he rubbed my chest with one hand while rolling my balls around in the other. I reached up and felt his breasts as they hung down and was in heaven. He sucked like a natural and copied my techniques. He was a fast learner. I was a fast responder, too. It wasn't long before all my sexual tension reached its peak. I was going to tell him I was coming, but the words didn't come out soon enough. I lifted my ass off the mattress and blasted a copious load of jizz into his mouth. His eyes opened wide, but he swallowed and stayed with it until I was done. He flopped down beside me, spent and satisfied. We lay there until I made a move to get up. "I have to get back to work before someone misses me." I said. It was already 9:15 and I hurried to get my clothes back on. He stayed naked and walked me to the door. "Are we going to do this again?" he asked. I leaned into him and kissed him on the mouth. "Just as soon as humanly possible." I said. I slipped him a card with my work number on it. "Call me and we'll make it happen." I let myself out and went back to work with a smile on my face.