Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2007 08:59:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff <hoover_plano@yahoo.com>
Subject: Playing Ball (Part 5)

This is a story that involves sex between a teenager and an adult. Please
don't take it upon yourself to imitate this behavior. I neither encourage
it nor condone it!

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Playing Ball (Part 5)
The Epilogue

Life had been good to my old friend and me. We'd both been blessed with
healthy and bright kids; Sean with two sons and a daughter, I with two
sons. My old teammate was currently on his third wife as he celebrated his
fortieth birthday. I was obviously much harder to catch, as I had managed
to keep the weddings down to just two!

Having first fucked around with one another during our high school days,
Sean and I stayed close friends through college into adulthood. When he'd
knocked up his girlfriend during our sophomore year at UT, Sean had asked
me to be his best man. He performed the same function for me when I took
the plunge after graduation.

His oldest daughter, my Godchild, was a perfect and well behaved little
girl. The same couldn't be said for the two boys that followed! I was
around his house a lot, more so during the frequent periods that we were
"between wives", and I could always be counted on to turn a blind eye to
the young boys' minor transgressions.

As their teen years approached and I thought back to the fun I'd had during
that time in my life I continued to be the "lenient uncle" who cut them a
lot of slack when their Dad wasn't looking. I only grinned the day I caught
them swimming naked with a couple of their female schoolmates, chuckling to
myself as the two little studs quickly wrapped white pool towels around
their hard fresh cocks.

I won't bore you with more sappy recollections of a great
friendship. Suffice it to say that we were extensions of one another's
families in ways that our wives never understood.

That's why it came as no surprise when Sean asked if I would give his
oldest son Chris a ride back from visiting his Mom's new home in
Tennessee. I was there on a business trip - work had me on the road a great
deal, probably adding years to a marriage that had gone stale.

I picked up the young fifteen year old on Friday afternoon. Making small
talk with the mother of my pal's three children, I watched Chris as he ran
back and forth filling his duffle bag with clothes scattered throughout the
house. My eyes drank in his tall frame, slender almost to the point of
being skinny. Light brown hair framed his boyish face, the long locks
falling down across his green eyes.

Chris had enough of Sean in him to pass for his son, but it was his Irish
mother who'd provided the light brown hair and the freckles that dusted the
smooth cheek bones of his mischievous face. I'd never cared much for Karen;
in fact I thought she'd gotten herself knocked up on purpose knowing it was
the only way she'd ever marry a hot guy like Sean. But looking at her son I
could see that they'd made a good breeding pair! This kid was a beauty!

With my Buick finally packed, Chris and I piled in and headed toward
Texas. It was going to be a long ride, almost seven hours, and I was
looking forward to reacquainting myself with the boy whose diaper I'd
changed as an infant.

Even after not seeing one another several months, we fell easily into our
old repartee with me making fun of the knobby knees emerging from beneath
his black silk running shorts and him shooting back that at least his legs
had more hair than my head! It was going to be a fun visit!

"If I don't get a beer soon somebody's gonna get hurt!" I vowed as I spied
a convenience store on the corner next to the entrance ramp to Interstate
40.

Planning just to have one or two to relax my shoulders and keep my throat
from getting parched on the long drive, I pulled into the parking lot and
released my seat belt. Looking over at my young passenger, I asked him if
there was anything he needed from the store.  "Yeah, a twelve-pack of
Michelob" he grinned, with equal parts hope and gest in his voice.

"Yeah right, kid" I laughed "In your wet dreams! Your Dad would kill me if
I corrupted your virgin ass on this trip!"

"I'm not planning on pouring it in my ass" he shot back "and there's
nothing virgin about my throat!" He blushed as the double meaning behind
his words sank in, but kept his eyes fixed on mine in a challenge. Chris
was a smart kid and a daredevil. Both these traits had combined to give
Sean more than a little grief as he raised his precocious little boy into a
sometimes worrisome teenager.

Standing before the cooler in the Mapco store, I searched for my favorite
brand, Shiner Boch, but apparently Tennesseans hadn't caught on to the
great little brewery located near San Antonio. My gaze fell upon the
Michelob and I reached in to grab a six pack.  Rethinking my selection, I
grabbed the twelve pack carton instead and added a cheap Styrofoam cooler
and a bag of ice to my purchases as I headed to the check-out stand.

At the back door of my car I pulled my goodies from their plastic bags and
Chris' eyes lit up at the sight of his requested beer emerging from the
sack. Wedging the small cooler on the floorboard behind my seat, I pulled
the beer from its package and poured the ice noisily around the bottles.

Mission accomplished, Chris and I hit the interstate and sped toward
home. As soon as we were clear of downtown Memphis, passing St Jude's
Hospital on our right, I reached behind me to pull out a beer. I realized
that I should have put the cooler behind Chris' seat and asked him to reach
behind me and pass me a cold one.

He was more than happen to accommodate, even twisting the bottle cap free
in his gangly hand and bringing the bottle to his lips for a deep gulp
before handing my beer over to me.

"You little shit!" I laughed as he swallowed about half the fucking bottle!
"If you don't cut that out I'm going to let you walk!"

Not intimidated by my threat, he reached over with his left hand and
punched my hip as he grinned. I took a deep swig from the bottle and
settled it down between my legs.  Smirking at me, gleefully challenging my
adult authority, he grabbed the neck of the bottle and brought it back to
his lips. The cold glass brushed against my trouser-enclosed balls and sent
a little shiver up my spine as he replaced the bottle to its original
position.

"Fuck it" I conceded "If you're going to drink most of mine you may as well
pull one out for yourself. But just one! At least then I don't have to
drink my beer through your spit!"

He reached back into the cooler in victory (he knew how to manipulate me!)
and pulled a bottle free from the ice. Relaxing back into our seats, we
resumed our earlier chat about all things Chris!

He was finished with his beer long before I was, taking long swigs to my
more moderate sips. But I was really enjoying our conversation so I kept my
mouth shut as he reached back for a refill.

We cleared Little Rock and turned southwest on I-30 toward Texarkana as I
finished my first beer and Chris started his third. His slurring speech was
animated as he told me all about the girl in his class who had a reputation
as the "best mouth in school". I was learning things about high school in
the '90s that no adult needed to know, and I wondered about my own sons and
their sexual exploits.

Somewhere south of Little Rock my bladder began to ache. Spying a rest area
with a left exit ahead, I wheeled the car into that lane and hit the
blinker. Chris squirmed in his seat, unwilling to express the need to
recycle the beer he'd guzzled, not sure what the "manly" protocol was for
taking a piss break.

But he beat me to the urinals after we parked. Grabbing a spot next to my
young companion, I pulled out my dick and unleashed a storm of hot piss
against the porcelain as Chris and I continued our banter. Looking over at
his smiling face, I let my eyes drop to his crotch to see if the little
weenie I'd cleaned when he was a baby had grown much in the intervening
years.

The long soft cock that hung from that boy's shorts left me speechless!
This kid put both me and his old man to shame! A fat fleshy shaft dangled
from his hand, extending several inches below the spindly fingers that held
it up as it splashed yellow piss against the urinal.  He must have had at
least six inches of soft cock in his hand!

I couldn't take my eyes off that kid's dick! Heat flushed my face as I
realized I was in a public restroom in Arkansas with mouth watering at the
sight of my best friend's son!

Chris stopped his chitchat in mid sentence, breaking my concentration and
bringing my eyes back to his face. I caught a quizzical grin plastered on
his boyish face; his green eyes sparkling as he silently understood that
old Uncle Jeff had been checking out his package!

I was so busted I could do nothing but try to restart our teasing and hope
the moment passed without permanent damage to my reputation. Chris joined
back in, apparently willing to let it pass without comment, and we washed
our hands before trotting back to the car.

The sun had faded in the South Arkansas sky and our conversation began to
fade as well.  Chris grew quiet and I began to think he was sleeping the
last couple of beers off. Good thing, I thought, with a little breath spray
maybe I can pass him off to his Dad as sleepy instead of drunk!

Light ran through the passenger compartment as we passed under street
lamps. We drove silently while I snuck glances at the freckled mug of my
best friend's boy. Even though he had the dick of a man, his face was still
that of a little kid. I wondered if his Dad and I had looked that young at
his age.

The thought of a face that age sucking cock, as his Dad and I had done back
then, sent blood to my constricted dick and pinched the shaft as it began
to straighten.

Chris' eyes were closed - almost all the way. But a couple of times I
thought I detected the orbs rolling sideways to sneak a look in my
direction. My lengthening cock, denied release since I'd left home on
Monday, grew painful and I reached discreetly into my trousers to adjust it
to a more comfortable position.

Seemingly in response, Chris' hand fell sleepily into his lap and landed
atop the growing pole that had begun to stretch his black shorts. He began
with a subtle light fisting but soon began running the growing shaft from
side to side, no doubt rubbing the sensitive skin of his wide corona
against the cloth of his boxers.

We kept up this wordless peep-show for almost twenty miles, me with my left
hand gently cupping my crotch and he with his right hand twisting his hard
shaft in the dark of the passenger seat. My throat grew dry as desire
flooded my body.

I almost shook with the need to wrap my hands around that hard shaft, but
my life flashed before my eyes when I considered the consequences of an
unwelcome advance.

My dry throat finally brought the situation out of stalemate. I twisted my
arm awkwardly toward the cooler behind my seat, brushing my arm against
Chris' thigh as I reached.  The hand that had been working his cock through
his shorts suddenly pulled the shaft toward my arm. His soft cock-head
flattened against my elbow and leaked pre-cum through the black cloth of
his shorts.

There was no mistaking that gesture! My right hand shot back from the
cooler and wrapped itself around the pole burning my arm. Chris pushed down
on his rock hard cock and a fleshy pink head peeked out of the legs of his
shorts. I ran my trembling fingers up his shorts legs and took the burning
pole into my grasp.

With his eyes still closed, completely this time I think, Chris reacted
with a soft grunt and slumped further into the leather of the Buick's
seat. His hips lifted slightly and fucked his hard cock into my palm. Slick
teen ball snot leaked onto my hand and coated a slick path for his shaft to
grind through.

Dropping all pretence, Chris raised his hips and brushed my hand away with
his shorts as he pulled them loose and let them drop to his sneaker-clad
feet. Spreading his slender legs wide, he brought his left hand to my lap
and fumbled with my zipper.

Seizing the moment while my right hand was still free, I helped my young
friend release my straining cock before reaching back to molest his hard
young meat. His long bony fingers traveled up my shaft, bringing ball juice
to the head as they clumsily manipulated my pole.

I lifted his heavy cock away from his smooth stomach. My hand couldn't
cover the length of his long piece of meat as I pulled on his shaft and
felt pre-cum grease my journey up the pole.

With one hand on the wheel and the other gliding across Chris' impressive
shaft, I rocked my own stiff cock into his hand. It was pretty clear he had
limited experience in fisting another guy's dick; he concentrated too much
on the sensitive head and created uncomfortable waves of sensation as he
smeared the slick juice leaking from my piss slit.

I ran my fingers down the underside of his dick and found two hairless
balls sticking softly to the leather seat between his legs. I cupped these
jewels in my hand and felt the over-sized eggs roll through my
fingers. Chris spread his legs wider, his left knee pressing against my
right leg, and moaned as his Dad's best friend fondled his nut sack.

He reclined his seat back and brought his hands together behind his head,
intertwining his fingers through the soft brown hair. Understanding that he
could just lay back and enjoy being felt up, he abandoned my cock and
melted into the sensations I was delivering to his burning crotch.

I alternated between his cock and his balls for the best part of thirty
minutes before the desire to taste his hard meat overtook me. I began
searching for a quiet place to lay him back and suck his cock. I even
thought about claiming car trouble and checking us into a motel for the
night. After about five miles, just past the Boston TX exit, I spied the
roof of a darkened convenience store.

I pulled off the road and sighed with disappointment as I noticed an old
pick up parked in front of the store's darkened windows. Not to be
thwarted, though, I continued down the side road in hopes of a dark place
to pull over.

My wish was answered when I saw the darkened parking lot of the First
Baptist Church of Boston ahead on the right. Pulling in, I wheeled my car
to the far corner next to the dumpster and killed the lights. With no
thought of what would happen if a curious sheriff spotted my parked car in
this unusual place, I leaned over in my seat and brought my face down into
the teen's crotch.

Savoring the faint musk of his teen crotch, I drank in the fragrance and
extended a wet tongue toward the head of his leaking shaft. Pulling the
warm flesh through my lips, I licked slime from his cock and drew him
further into my mouth.

I pushed slowly down his shaft, savoring every fleshy inch of my best
friend's son as he sank into my hungry throat. I'd sucked a few cocks in my
thirty-nine years, but this was by far the longest and fattest dick I'd
ever been called on to service! I fought against choking as the meaty head
of the teen stud's huge prick squeezed into my throat.

I had to pull back before I reached his wiry brown pubes. This kid's cock
was just too fucking big! Never one to give up on the first try, though, I
sank my mouth back onto the fleshy pole and aimed my nose for his
abs. Years of experience paid off as I felt his hot shaft pass through the
struggling muscles of my throat and sink all the way home.

"Now who's got the best mouth in school!" I thought as I impaled my face
onto his crotch.

Chris apparently thought it was pretty damn good too, and his smooth hips
rocked into my throat as he tried hard to choke me with his mammoth tool. I
could feel thick ball snot coating my tonsils as the hot flesh of his teen
rod buried itself in the deepest recesses of my sucking mouth.

He held off cumming very well for a kid his age. It was clear that, while
this may have been the first time he'd ever fucked the mouth of one of his
Dad's friends, it was surely not the first time he'd ever had his cock
buried in something warm and sweet! But the blowjob I was giving him would
have been enough to make anyone drop a big load quick, and I could tell by
his ragged breathing he was about to pop!

His grunts turned to groans as he fucked his cock hard into my face. A
tremor passed through his slender legs as he planted his big feet on the
floorboard to add strength to his thrusts. His heavy balls rolled in their
hairless sack and poured their juice into the thick shaft throbbing against
my tongue.

"Ummph!" he groaned as he lost control

The first spurt caught me by surprise, not with its timing but with its
force. White hot cum bounced off my tonsils and pooled in my throat before
I had a chance to swallow.  His cock never even paused before the second
shot erupted with equal force. My cheeks puffed as my mouth filled with his
seed.

I gulped hard but it was 'too little too late', and Chris' load exploded
out of my mouth to coat his jerking cock. He pounded his slimy dick through
my lips and straightened his legs out in a spastic response to the orgasm
coursing through his young body. I wondered if this boy would ever stop
shooting as I struggled to regain control and swallow the creamy onslaught.

Finally spent, Chris slumped his ass back to the seat and sighed a long
groan as I pulled off his softening prick. Taking some of his spilled juice
from the base of his long cock, I brought it to my leaking prick and fisted
myself hard. The excitement of what had just happened washed over me and my
dick jerked against my hand as it prepared to unleash its week-long build
up of ball batter.

I shot a load that struck my dress shirt just above the pocket. Wave after
wave of cum blasted from my twitching shaft and drenched the cloth with
white juice. I groaned as an orgasm curled my toes and took my breath away.

With both of us sated, Chris and I looked at each other with sheepish
grins. I knew there was a big difference between a horny teenager and an
embarrassed young man after the fact. I waited to see which one Chris would
be.

"Shit, Uncle Jeff, that was fucking great!" he smiled as he ran his hand
across my knee.

Relieved, I licked a remnant of his cum from my lips and popped the trunk
release to retrieve a fresh shirt from my suitcase, tossing my cum-soaked
shirt into the dumpster.

I wondered what the little ladies would make of that when they emptied the
trash from their next pot-luck supper!

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Hope you enjoyed the story