Date: Sat, 15 May 2021 12:07:23 +0000 From: Tex Colorado Subject: What it's like to be loved 3 Disclaimer: If you can't, don't. Thanks again to everyone who has written. Your emails have meant that posting this story has been a real joy for me. I hope that you continue to like it and want to reach out again. If you have anything to share, please do, I love to hear from readers: texcolorado@protonmail.com. The finale of this series will be posted shortly. If you are able to help keep the archive alive, please consider donating at donate.nifty.org. Enjoy, my friends, Tex What It's Like to be Loved 3 (M/b(11) oral, mast.) by Tex Colorado So, I mentioned that I had a new pastime, maybe obsession is a better word, and that was speculating over the contents of Mark's pants. Luckily for me, he only held out for two days. But I'm sure that no one has ever been asked to open their pants more in a forty-eight hour period than Mark was those two days. It was a mild distraction that night, but when I woke up the next morning it was all that I could think about. He acted totally natural at breakfast, it was like it hadn't even happened. But when we were alone for a second I asked him the first time, "I want to see your dick," I liked using the dirty word with him, "show me, just open your pants." "Shh, not now, buddy," he said quietly, "I could get in big trouble for this stuff." "I won't tell anyone, ever, I promise," i told him. "Maybe, but it's risky here, and it's time to get ready for school," he said sternly. "Ok, after school, deal," I told him with a smirk. "Got outta here!" he laughed and jokingly pushed me out of my chair. The whole day I thought about him. My vague thoughts from before where I just daydreamed about Mark and the warm feelings that he gave me were now focused desires to see what he looked like naked. Would it be big? I'd seen pictures and a few men in the pool locker room, they seemed huge, and they didn't have a boner. How much hair? What did the hair feel like? And the cum. What did that look like? How did it feel? I was basically hard all day, lucky that mine was so small that nobody could tell unless it got caught on my pants in a weird position. When I got to Alex's house after school, I was constantly cornering Mark, "Please, just real quick," I'd whisper, "nobody can see you," but he refused me all night. There was always someone right around the corner at the Jordan's house. There's a couple of things that I may not have made clear. Like, what I'm telling you is what happened with Mark and me, so it probably seems like we were always together. Well, even though we were paired up a lot, I spent most of my time with Alex and his brother and sisters just doing kid stuff. But that's about all of the details; four kids playing kid games. The other thing was my parents. It wasn't like I just left and they never noticed. Mr. Jordan had worked things out by calling my dad and explaining how they enjoyed having me, that I could stay as much as I wanted, and that he knew maybe having a break from me would be good for my parents. Apparently my dad agreed, so it became assumed that I'd just keep staying at their house. That was fine by me. I really only went to my house if I needed clothes or something for a sport, but the Jordan's had enough of everything, so it wasn't very often. Thinking about it now, I kind of can't believe that Mark didn't flash me at least once. It seems so small compared to what we do now, but at the time, he held me off the entire day, even declining my offer to sneak to his room after Alex fell asleep. Same story the next day, me asking, him excusing. Luckily I had jerked off after hearing Alex drift off, so I wasn't so keyed up in the morning, but I was still all charged up and had the same attention problems in school the next day. It started to feel like I was surrounded by men's crotches; teachers, custodians, other students. I was going a little crazy. I considered pleading that he needed to show me so that I could concentrate on my schoolwork. I know that if I started screwing up after all of his homework help, it would sure get his attention. I had asked at least five times after school, even using the, "you promised," reasoning, since he had told me that there would be a next time after he came the other day. None of this worked until, and I'm sorry that something good came out of something bad, but Alex's younger sister fell off of her bike and broke her arm. It was a mad dash to figure out who would go where, the entire family ending up going to the hospital, Alex going to watch his other sister and his brother because their parents thought that they should all be there. "Call if you need anything or want me to come get the kids," Mark told them as they headed out the door. Mr. Jordan had left immediately with the injured girl, so Mrs. Jordan and the other kids were leaving in the other car. When the door closed, Mark slowly looked over at me as I stood next to him. I think that maybe up to now I was comfortable asking all those times because I really didn't think that he would, but now that we were free to do what we wanted I had a lump in my throat. I smiled a little, then said, "How about now?" in a nervous voice. "You sure?" he asked me with a raised eyebrow, "you don't sound like it." Thinking for a second, I knew the answer, "I'm sure," I said and then I leaned into him and for some reason hugged him around his stomach while I leaned my head against him. He waited, then said, "Ok." I was so surprised, and stood up straight, looking Mark in the eye. "Yeah?" then I looked down at his pants. He was wearing sweatpants and I could actually see that it was growing in there. "Cool, let me see," I said excitedly. "Uh, let's go down in the basement, just in case," he said. I didn't answer, we just headed downstairs. I was so excited, and it seemed so different this time. The other times that we "did stuff", it was spontaneous. Now we were going down in the basement, hiding on purpose, so that we could do this thing. It was scary and incredibly exciting at the same time. My stomach felt like it was flipping over and over: I was going to see a naked man! When we got downstairs into the makeshift playroom, Mark stopped and faced me. We stood there looking at each other, and I waited for him to show me. "If you want to see it, you have to do it," he said, "if you really went to do these things, show me." He may have thought that I would chicken out, although the thick ridge running up between his legs told me something else. But I was ready, so I kneeled down in front of him and grabbed onto his sweatpants. I looked up one time, and he nodded, then I started to pull them down, the elastic waist letting me do it so easily. I had his underwear too, so a thin line of hair started to lead the way from his flat stomach. I had to pull his underwear out a little bit, otherwise it would get stuck on his dick, and I held my breath as the wet tip of his penis started to come into sight. It was huge! Mine was like a macaroni noodle compared to him. It was sort of skin colored, but a little redder, and was smooth and dripping. I kept pulling down, and more of his shaft came into sight. Eventually the weight of his boner started to cause it to fall toward me as I pulled, the wet eye pointing at my face, then I started to see more hair by the bottom of his dick. The whole thing was amazing, totally fascinating, then I froze. Here we were and I was looking at it, the thing that I'd thought about for two days straight, and now that it was in front of me, I didn't know what to do. Having stopped as soon as I saw his pubes, I3 let go of his pants. The waist snapped back against him and held his penis flat to his body, only a couple of inches showing. I looked up to Mark's face, who was looking down at me with a sort of blank look, "Is that all that you wanted to see?" he asked me. Was it? Had I seen what I wanted and now it was time to move on? No way! I told him softly, "No." "Then what else do you want to see?" he asked, then explained, "Timmy, baby, I want you to do this, but for me to make sure that you want it, and I'm not forcing you," he looked at me hard to make his point, "then you have to do what you want." Then he added, "Does that make sense?" Nodding, because I did get it; he was an adult, he'd get in trouble, he has the power over me etc. etc. But it didn't feel that way to me, and the answer to what I wanted to see was: everything. "Yeah," I answered, "it makes sense," then I told him, "I want to see more," as I took hold of his pants again and started the trip downward again. His dick did its teetering forward thing again, until it was totally free and stopped descending about halfway to straight out. It was bobbing in front of me, but there was more to see before I did a thorough inspection. The last hidden thing, his balls, were next, and after the short pause to watch his wiener fall, I pulled down again and the hanging, hairy sack started to come into sight. I stared at it as I continued to push his pants down until they were around his ankles. Then sitting up again, but still kneeling, I stared at the fascinating display before me. Like his dick, his balls were enormous. "Wow!" I blurted out. They hung loose and way down from his body, and each nut looked like it could be the size of an egg. Mine were always right up against my body and the whole thing was the size of just one of his balls. He had hair all over his sack, but I liked that, I liked that it was manly and grown-up. "What do you think?" he asked, bringing me back to reality. "It's cool," I said, and I meant it. The shaft stuck out so far, it was almost like a joke, and I couldn't stop looking. It was nice to be able to check him out, any other time I had to look really quickly then pretend that I wasn't looking, like with men at the pool. But Mark knew what I was doing, seemed to like it, and so I took as long as I wanted looking him over. Finally he articulated what was always in the back of my mind, "You can touch it if you want," he said, "it's only fair, I touched yours." It took zero time for me to bring my hand up and wrap it around his penis. It was so warm, and so soft and hard at the same time. Knowing enough to move my hand a little, Mark groaned and more wet stuff oozed out of the top. "Is that cum?" I asked. "That's precum," he explained, "it's what men make when they first get turned on. And I'm really turned on," he said with a smile. I slid my hand up his shaft, my fingers not even making it all of the way around, then took my thumb and ran it over the top to touch the liquid. "Holy shit!" he said as he flinched when I touched the top, "oh wow that feels good." I responded by rubbing it back and forth across the tip, and he made more and more precum. "Are you going to cum?" I asked him, I was so excited to see it happen, even though I was a little scared of it too. "It takes a lot more rubbing to cum," he explained, "like I did to you. It feels great to have you rub the head, but to cum it needs to be more jerking off." He demonstrated by wrapping his hand around mine and pulling it along the shaft. "Oh, yeah, like that," he said when I started to pull on it, "that's amazing." I loved making him feel good, but it was awkward to do like this, and I kept switching hands because of the angle. Mark must have sensed it, because he said, "Why don't you take a break for a second? Let me show you something incredible." Letting go of his penis, I stood up, and Mark led me to the old couch that was placed in front of the tv. "Have a seat," he said, then he got down on the floor and took hold of my shorts. He pulled them down without saying anything, but when he took them down and off he looked at me and my hard wiener and said, "You're so fucking sexy, Timmy." Hearing him swear still made me laugh, but seeing him down there, ready to do, well, I don't know what, was super exciting too. He ran his hands up my legs, giving me a shiver as he moved right to the top and slid my little guy right between his fingers. I was already starting to feel like it belonged there, like his fingers were made to rub my dick. It just seemed so right and felt soooo good. But he had something else in mind. I'd heard the word before, but really had no idea what it meant, but it was about to change my life, "Do you know what a blowjob is?" he asked looking up my body into my eyes as he sat there on the ground, his pants discarded on the walk to the couch, his big cock hidden from my view, but I still felt it's presence. I looked back and shook my head "no". "Well, it's simple, I guess," he started, "it's where one person puts the other person's dick in their mouth." Of course, there had been some thought of something along those lines, just by hearing the name, but it was still a stunner. I'm sure that my eyes looked like my mind exploded. "No way," I said, honestly not believing him. Mark laughed at my response, "Oh yeah, that's what it is," he said, "and it's one of the best feelings ever," then he got to the point, "and I'd like to do it to you, if you'd like that." Did I? Probably. I hadn't had time to process the possibility, but his offer was hard to refuse, "Let me try, and if you don't like it, I'll stop," he said. I just nodded and watched. He smiled big, then leaned forward and kind of held my wiener up to his mouth with his fingers, then I felt his lips go around my penis. It wasn't like it was instantly the most amazing. It just felt like his fingers, and I was still a little worried that he could bite me. But then his tongue wrapped around me, and he got it super wet so his lips slid really easy and fast, and I was introduced to one of my all time favorite things. I watched for a little bit, amazed to see me disappear into his mouth over and over, but when it started to build into better and better feelings, I laid my head back and looked up at the ceiling. Those are the biggest memories to me, the tile on the ceiling, seeing how the lines intersected while he worked on me. The smell of the musty couch, the cool dampness of the basement, these things were destined to trigger this amazing memory forever. "Do you like it," he said after popping my wiener out of his mouth and starting to rub me. Looking right in his eyes, I told him, "I love it," and that was good enough for him, because he went back down there, and I was in heaven. He was everywhere, sucking me, licking around my cock, sucking in my balls (another one that was a little scary and surprising at first, but then unbelievably good), then focusing on the shaft. Even the sound of him slurping on me was exciting. I was grunting, and making little noises that I couldn't stop. He was using his fingertips to rub up my cock when he went up, then down to the base when he took everything in his warm mouth. That was the last, best memory; how warm he felt. The softness of his tongue and lips and the heat of his mouth made me feel beyond belief. I started to stiffen, and I just stared up at the ceiling, not able to believe what I was feeling. And the feeling grew like a swell, really fast and unstoppable, starting in my toes that I felt curling and shooting up my body, through my nuts and finally out of my dick. I cried as the pulses started to shoot through me, "Oh!" and I felt myself twitching in his mouth as I surfed through another great cum with Mark. Out of breath, I came back to earth, looking down and seeing Mark's lips slip off of my penis with a pop. He smiled up at me, still gently running his fingers over my shaft. "Did you like that?" he asked me cheerily. "Oh my god!" I said, "that felt so good." Mark started to get up, and his big dick was still pointing out, looking as thick and angry as it ever had, the head looking more red, or maybe purple, to me than before. He sat on the couch and laid with me, pulling me into his arms. We were laying face to face and, like the first time, it seemed so right to me to lean in and give him a kiss. This time there was no recoil in surprise from Mark, he pulled me tighter and brought out his tongue right away. We touched our tongues, and that made me feel so good. It was a little weird, because we both had our shirts on and nothing else, so all that I could think was, "Oh my god, we're naked!" as our bodies touched. The feel of Mark's big thing poking against my thigh made me realize that I didn't get what I wanted. I broke the kiss and said, "Hey, I didn't get to see you cum!" Mark laughed, "Well, I didn't cum yet, buddy," and rolled away slightly so that we could see his boner, "we can still do that." "Cool!" I replied, sitting up and reaching for his dick. When I wrapped my hand around it again, Mark hissed and said, "Oh man, Timmy, your touch is amazing," and he rolled all of the way into his back, opening himself up to me. I sat up beside him and used my right hand to stroke him and my left I used to rub up under his shirt. I'd learned that from him the last time. Running my hand down his stomach, I touched his hair, it was so rough and kind of spongy. I pulled at it gently, but too hard for Mark because he said, "Ouch! No hair pulling!" with a laugh. "Please be gentle," he pleaded. "Sorry," I responded, "I just wanted to see how it feels." "Hey, explore away, buddy," he said happily, "just don't pull the hair," he told me, laughing again. My focus returned to my right hand that was rubbing his shaft. The smooth skin and heat of the thing were fascinating. I could tell that when I squeezed a little harder on the upstroke, sometimes a drop of precum would be pushed out. Now that his dick was standing straight up, the precum was running down the tip and onto his shaft and my hand. It disappeared quickly when I would rub, but it would make it so that my hand slid along the shaft more easily. Watching all of this, seeing Mark start to squirm a little as he got the feelings, a thought hit me that probably should have already been there, but hadn't for some reason. All of a sudden I realized; if Mark made me feel so good with his mouth, maybe he wants the same thing. It was a lot of things; gross to start, but also exciting like everything else. The big difference between him doing it and me doing it was obvious to me: the precum. Can that stuff go in your mouth? Which is what I was thinking when I asked, "Where does the precum go when you get a blowjob?" Laughing loudly, Mark answered, "Right where you think that it goes," then he said, "but actually, precum doesn't taste bad. It's not like cum, that's bitter and thick. This is sort of sweet and salty," he explained, then ran his finger over the tip of his penis to grab some of the stuff and without making a big deal, stuck his finger in his own mouth, "See?" he said, "not bad," as he smacked his lips a little. My eyes were glued to the wet tip as I rubbed him. All that I could think was how good it felt when he sucked mine, but I still was worried about the gooey stuff. Finally I took a plunge, surprising myself, I leaned over and licked across the tip. "Holy shit!" Mark gasped, "oh my god Timmy, thank you," he spit out. I was waiting for my tastebuds to decide what they thought, but I loved his reaction. As the taste of it filled my mouth, I decided that he was right, it was kind of sweet, a little salty, and kind of oily. That was it, and I loved him and it made him happy. So to make him happy, I decided that I was going to suck his dick. Not saying anything, I looked into Mark's desperate eyes, leaned down again, held his dick lower so that I had room, and for the first time I let a penis part my lips. Seeing and feeling it made it seem big, but putting my lips around it made it seem like a log. The tip was different, spongy and giving, the shaft was harder, smoother somehow, and didn't taste like much. I was only able to go just passed the little ridge under the tip, but Mark seemed to like it because he started stroking my hair and saying, "Oh, Timmy, I love you, you're so good, oh baby." I had to keep stopping to breath, I couldn't figure out that I should breath through my nose, so I'd stroke him a few times with my hand, then a few times with my lips. He definitely made more noise when he was inside my mouth. When more precum would come out, the taste would fill my mouth, and I started to crave it. It was like proof that he liked it, and I wanted more. Mark must have understood my trouble, because he said, "You can just lick it and rub it at the same time. You'll figure out the breathing eventually." Getting the freedom to stop sucking but still please him, I did as I was told and started to lick all around his penis like it was a popsicle, then I'd lick the tip and he'd go crazy. The whole time I was still rubbing him and I could tell that he was almost done. If I could make him cum, see it shoot out from what I was doing, what a reward that would be. So I tried to keep hitting the spots that made him flinch, the ones where he groaned when I touched them, and focused there while I moved my hand faster and faster. "Baby," he moaned, "you're amazing. I love you, Timmy. You're gonna make me cum, Timmy!" his eyes staring at me playing with his big huge wiener, "A little faster...yes, like that oh!" he cried. It felt like his dick got a little firmer in my hand, "I'm cumming," he choked out, "you made me cum, oh fuck!" he said super loud and I felt his dick pulse, the bottom of it started to shift and I actually felt his cum go up his penis just before the first spurt dropped a glob of watery whitish cum onto his stomach. The second shot went so much farther, flying across his chest and onto his t-shirt almost to his neck, "Whoa!" I said in surprise, and slowed down as I watched the cum flying out now. Mark put his hand over mine and moved it faster as his cum continued to shoot, until it slowed to a dribble, his body flexing like he was being electrocuted until he laid back, and exhaled deeply. "Wow, Tim," he said, "that was great, thank you." I was staring at the mess that he had made. It was thinner than I expected, and watching it happen had been wild! Now what? "Can you hand me that towel?" Mark asked, pointing at a folded rag just out of reach. I handed it to him and he started mopping up the cum. Mostly satisfied, since a lot went on his clothes anyway, he set it aside and held his arms open to me. And that's what we did, for a long time. We sat, held on, kissed, talked, and rested. Everything felt a little different. Before, when we did this stuff it had almost been an accident, we just got "caught-up" in the moment. But this time we planned it, we came downstairs to be hidden, we did bigger person things like blowjobs, and now we laid here, our pants off and our dicks soft. It all felt a little naughtier, and I loved it. It'd be a long time before the musty basement smells didn't make me think about sex. Laying there so content, I felt so close to the man that I loved. We didn't say what we were, were we a couple? Would that make sense? In the end, it didn't matter, we were with who we wanted to be with. After soaking in these great feelings for a long time, we knew that we needed to get presentable. I was standing in front of the couch pulling my pants up when Mark said. "Hey, Tim? I need to tell you something." "What's that?" I asked, a little worried by his grave face. "You know that I can't stay with my brother's family forever," he explained, "well, number one, I got transferred here, and number two, I'm moving out," he said to my dismay, "I got an apartment and I'm moving in two weeks." I was so shocked, I was finally happy and now it sounded like it was over... If you like the series, my others on Nifty are: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/what-i-love-about-tristan https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-other-side-of-the-wall/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-more-perfect-union/