Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2007 17:41:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: SauronTheDarkLord <SauronTheDarkLord@gay.com>
Subject: If Only IV - Confirm That

Continuing the inappropriate relationship between an adult and a minor.
Shame on you for reading this.

And thanks for the positive feedback on previous articles.


After jerking off with Sean on his parents farm, I kind of wondered how we
both would react when we saw each other at church the following Sunday.  I
generally arrived early, living within reasonable distance of the church,
and was able to get an early start on the coffee guzzling.  Sean and his
family, having to make the trip in from the country, were normally late
arriving.

That Sunday they were later than usual.  Service was underway when Sean and
the rest of the Reilly clan slid into their customary pew.  I gave Sean a
slight nod acknowledging his arrival, and he responded in kind.

The service was mercifully brief.  In addition to a highly literate clergy,
Presbyterians also seemed to know how to read a watch.  Unless we had a
baptism, installation of elders, or communion, we were done in 45 minutes.
Praise the Lord.

Having gone 45 minutes without coffee I was back at the pot when Sean
looked me up.

"Hey there."

"Hey yourself.  Couldn't find the car keys today?"

"Traffic.  Truck had rolled over and the exit ramp was closed.  Had to
double back."

"Well, you didn't miss much.  We're still for missionaries, and against
disease."

"Good.  I hate sudden change."

We were interrupted by Sean's sister Caitlyn.

"Hey, have you seen Mom?"

"She's doing something in one of the Sunday School rooms.  Cleaning up kool
aid probably."

"O.K.  Thanks."

As Caitlyn left, my glance lingered on her ass.  It had been the topic of
discussion which had led to Sean and I jerking off during my last visit to
his house.

"Naughty, naughty" Sean whispered.

"Right.  And who was jerking off thinking about get a blow job from his
sister?"

"Guilty as charged."

"Is she still pissed off about the underwear on the clothes line?"

"Let me put it this way, if you promise to go to your grave without ever
mentioning it to a living soul, there is a slim chance she won't try to
kill us both."

"I thought she was pissed at your Mom."

"Yeah, she was.  But she figures that was just Mom screwing up.  If we
hadn't seen everything she wouldn't be embarrassed so she is madder at us."

"Makes perfect sense.  To her."

"Well, just avoid the topic."

"We got another session this week I think."

"Yeah.  You gotta talk to my Mom again.  I think are schedules are gonna be
screwed up."

I set out to find Char, which led to retracing Caitlyn's steps.  I kept
telling myself – keep a straight face, keep a straight face.

Char was in the pre-school classroom, clearing away the last of the debris
from the morning's activities.

"Sean says we've got schedule complications this week."

"I'm afraid so.  Pete (Mr. Reilly) had promised to take Caitlyn to Six
Flags, but he's got to go out of town on business.  I can take her, but
then Sean is stranded again."

"Sean doesn't like Six Flags?"

"He went once.  He worked it out that the ratio of time waiting for rides
to time spent riding rides was 17:1.  He said it was poor leverage."

Pure Sean.

"Well, I don't have a problem making the trip to the farm, you know that."

"I know, but..."

I interrupted.  "And call you before I come out to remind you to take
everything off the clothesline."

"I'm sorry about that.  Caitlyn was a little over-sensitive."

"Privacy is especially important at that age.  I can understand her
reaction to a certain extent."

"Well, if you're sure, it would help keep things a lot calmer around the
house."

"Totally sure.  No problem at all."

My primary motivation, of course, was not the maintenance of domestic
tranquility on the Reilly farm.  I was curious to see where, if anywhere,
things would go when Sean and I were alone again with some time on our
hands.

The week dragged on interminably, but finally it was time to head out to
the farm.  Unlike the gorgeous summer day the previous week, it had started
raining steadily mid-morning and had not let up.

The gravel road had not exactly turned into mud, but I was going to have to
hose off the wheel wells and fenders when I got back into town.  When I got
to the farm, I parked a little closer to the house so I could jump out on
grass instead of even more mud.

I stepped into the porch and knocked on the door.

"Be right down."

Sean was as good as his word.  He opened the door, and I did a double take.

"You seem to have forgotten your clothes, Sean."

"No, they're up in my room.  I just got through taking them off."

"Any reason?"

"You said last time we could try some more guy stuff."

"I said I'd think about it."

"And?"

"Let's go to your room."

I followed Sean up the stairs, getting as good of a look at his ass as one
could hope for.

"Caitlyn doesn't have the only sexy ass in the Reilly family," I observed.

Sean wiggled his ass and laughed.

"You think I should get a thong?"

"I don't think you need the butt floss.  You're fine as is."

We arrived in Sean's bedroom and he took a seat on the side of his bed.

"I don't know much about this, but I expect that both parties are naked."

"That a suggestion?"

"Interpret it as you wish."

I interpreted it as a great way to get naked and jump in bed with Sean.

"You're hard already,"Sean observed.  "Why?"

There was no doubt he knew the answer.  Sean was using verbal foreplay to
add to the experience.

"Because the combination of seeing you naked and thinking about having sex
with you has me aroused."

"Is this the first time?"

"No."

"You've thought about having sex with me before?"

"Yes."

"Before last week?"

A pause here.  "Yes."

"How long have you wanted to have sex with me?"

"Hmm.  Maybe for a couple of years now."

"Wow.  But you never did or said anything."

"Didn't want to spook you.  I valued you too much as a friend to lose you
by making a wrong move."

"But you've thought about it.  Have you jerked off thinking about it?"

"Yeah."

"And my sister, too.  Wow."

"What can I say?  Two sexy siblings."

"So when you thought about doing it with me, what did you want to do?"

"Mostly what we did last time."

"Mostly?"

"Mostly."

"Mostly does not sound complete."

"It's because I left out the part about sucking your cock."

"I thought that might be it."

"So, anyway, here we are.  What would you like to do?"

"Well, if you wouldn't mind sucking my cock, I've never had a blow job
before."

"Right, and you're gonna close your eyes and pretend it's Caitlyn sucking
you off."

"My eyes will remain open.  I want to watch someone with some experience at
work."

"You'll probably learn more from feeling than seeing, but whatever. If you
don't mind, I've got a cock to suck."

I truly had dreamed of this moment for some time.  Whether it was years,
months, or whatever.  Sean was the one person in my life, to the extent he
was in my life, that meant enough to me to make sex more than an occasional
biological necessity.

His cock was average sized for his age and build, with a gloriously cut
head that could have kept me occupied indefinitely.  There was a single
blue vein that stood out in his shaft, and his dick and balls were
surrounded by a healthy crop of pubic hair.

My first taste of him was incredible.  He had indicated that I was his
first sexual partner, and from the way he jumped when his dick went in my
mouth I had little doubt that he was being truthful.

He was just a little too much to deep throat - I had been cursed with a
more active gag reflex than was convenient - but I could still get plenty,
enough that I decided to forego attempting to combine stroking the base and
sucking the tip.  Maybe later.

As I drew my lips up and down his shaft, he began to move his hips in
counterpoint to my sucking.  I glanced up at his eyes.  Still open, but
barely.  I relinquished my treasure briefly.

"Don't go to sleep on me now."

"And miss this...?"

"Just a reminder."

"Not necessary.  Return to your duties."

That fact that I had already done so precluded a verbal response.  I
decided to accelerate the pace of the action.  Even though I figured we had
most of the afternoon, I wanted to leave some time to see where else things
might go.

When Sean put his hands on the back of my head, I knew he was close.  I
sucked him harder and faster, and was rewarded with my first taste of his
cum.

Even after he gave me his load, I continued to suck him gently, almost
tenderly. Long after I had squeezed the last drop of cum from him, I
massaged his cock with my lips and tongue.

"You gonna do that all day?"

"I was thinking about it."

"Gee, and I could have been at Six Flags."

"I think you get a discount after 4:00 p.m.  Still time."

"Nah.  I'd have to get dressed."

"They'd insist."

"Then let's just stay here."

"Good idea."

I was still, of course, if not as hard as a rock, as close an approximation
as I could still manage.  It was not lost on Sean.

"So now I suppose it's your turn."

"Well, since I'm the only one in the room who hasn't cum in the last 5
minutes..."

"So what should we do?"

"Well, in terms of choices, I can jerk off by myself, you can jerk me off,
you can suck me off, or I can fuck you. I think that mostly covers it."

"Let's try number two.  You shouldn't have to do yourself, and I'm not sure
about the rest."

"Fair enough.  Proceed."

I lay back, hands behind my head, cock sticking up and ready for Sean.  He
quickly realized he was on the wrong side of me, so climbed over so he
could use his right hand.

"Just do like you did to yourself last time, only this time do it to me."

"Do you really think instructions are necessary?"

"Probably overkill, huh?"

"Lay back down and shut up."

Finding those instructions agreeable, I complied.

I had half expected Sean to be somewhat tentative, that had more often than
not the case with first timers.  I would have been half wrong then.  Sean
worked my cock like it was his.

He took long strokes, from base to tip, varying the pressure, and changing
from squeezing at the base, to barely dragging his fingers at the tip.
There was apparently no limit to his precocity.

"So, do you wish it was Caitlyn doing this?"

"Nah, her brother's doing fine."

"What if was her giving you a blow job?"

"A blow job from her versus a handjob from you?"

"Yeah."

"There's a saying about blow jobs."

"Yeah?"

"'I never had a bad one.'"

"So you'd rather have her sucking your cock then?"

"Well, there is one additional thing to consider."

"Being..."

"You are naked.  That is a plus."

"So a handjob from me naked is the same as a blow job from Caitlyn when
she's dressed."

"I would give you the edge."

"But if she were to take her clothes off..."

"Sean, as much as she freaked out when I saw her underwear, I don't think
she's gonna let me or anyone else see what's underneath for a while."

"So I win by default."

I was going to shoot back something like `it how, it's how many', but then
I started to shoot something else.  Sean milked the last few drops of cum
from the end of my dick, then wiped everything down with some Kleenex –
essential bedside accessory for every male Sean's age – and headed down the
hall to flush the evidence of our get together down the toilet.

He returned and plopped down in the bed beside me.

"So, class, what have we learned today?"

"Is this a pop quiz?"

"No, you mean you didn't check your syllabus."

"I quit reading after the `Get Blow Job' part."

"How easily we lose our focus."

"So you have something in mind to focus on?"

"I don't know, where are we in the lesson?"

"You've sucked my cock, and I've given you a handjob that you preferred to
a blow job from my sister only because I was naked."

"Anything we've missed?"

"Well, yeah.  Like you said, you could have jerked yourself off, or I could
have given you a blow job, or you could have fucked me."

"I don't recall much interest in some of those."

"Maybe not so much lack of interest, as lack of readiness."

"Are trying to tease me?"

"Sure.  You know how well I play hard to get."

"Kidding."

"Me too.  It's just really different, though."

"I understand.  If you're ever ready to move on, we can work things out
then."

"And in the meantime we can fantasize about my sister."


This concludes If Only IV, but not the series.  I have one or two more plot
lines in mind, but then there will probably be a little bit of a break as I
decide which way to take the stories.  Thanks for all your emails and
feedback.

STDL