Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2002 13:34:31 EST
From: Markey9@aol.com
Subject: The Kid at the Bar, Part 5

The Kid at the Bar
Part 5
By botpuppy@aol.com

I couldn't believe it possible at the time, but after Steve left, I
realized that I was glad that he came in on us that way. With Jack
continuously stroking that sensitive spot just behind my balls, I was
bound to spasm and dump a load soon. With us in that position I would
have soiled his jeans and he wouldn't have appreciated it. As it was, the
respite allowed me to return to something like normal even though my hard
dick reminded me that this was no normal situation. Jack stood up and
dropped his jeans, then pulled of his tee. The shirt was wet and sweat
glistened in his armpits. He tossed it into the pile on the floor with
the other stuff. I judged his cock to be not quite fully erect, and I
thought of my assessment of his dick against Steve's. His was longer, but
just as thick, even thicker at both the base and the head. He was cut and
the head was helmet- like with everything in perfect proportion.

He turned me over onto my back, stroked my cheek, "Beautiful ass, Mark,
just gorgeous", now caressing my face with his long thick fingers and his
thumb. "Jack, your hands are so big and full of calluses, how come?"
"Occupational hazard, babe. Lots of the moves a gymnast make puts the
full body weight on his hands and they enlarge from the constant use. The
resin we use to get a good grip on the bars and the horse also is tough
on a guy's hands. Understand?" "Hey, no complaints from me, man, I just
got curious. You look so graceful, I guess I didn't realize how strenuous
it is."

" Now, don't you worry about anything kid", inserting his finger in my
mouth again. I could taste myself on his finger as I sucked greedily.
With that, he straddled my waist with his thighs as he sat back on his
haunches. His balls lay on my abs, and his cock was fully erect now,
pointing up toward the ceiling. I felt his hands on my pecs, then my
nipples, grasping each by a thumb and an index finger. I was glad that
his fingernails were so short, thinking of the pain they would cause
otherwise, but somehow trustful that he wouldn't hurt me. He would pull
up with both hands, stretching my nips out as he did, then letting go,
and grinning like a big kid as he did so.

He inched up further, resting part of his weight on my chest now. Then he
leaned forward and directed his cock down at my lips. At last, he was
going to let me suck it. Then his cock was on my lips, and I opened to
accept it into my mouth as I had done with his finger. But he didn't let
it enter me, mouthing not yet silently. When I closed my mouth he began
to rub that big flanged head on my lips, then my cheeks.

His crotch had the same familiar male musk odor as his upper body but
much more intense. I wanted so much to suck his dick lovingly to show him
how completely he had made me his, but I was content to be here like this
as long as he wanted me to. He moved forward so that his balls were on my
lips and I began to lick at the undersides, hoping that was what he
wanted. I was rewarded by a sigh, which gave me the courage to open my
mouth and begin to suck each one in turn. They had none of the little
hairs I had seen on Steve's balls, and were tight up the way mine get
when I'm ready to cum. To get one in my mouth I had to push up so my
nostrils were tight up against the under side of his shaft. My senses of
smell and taste were being overwhelmed by his masculinity.

I had left my dorm earlier tonight with the idea of sucking a guy's dick
but nothing in my experience had prepared me for the rush that I had been
going through since I had first seen him in the bar. If I hadn't realized
it when he first allowed me to stroke him through his jeans, or when he
induced me to orgasm with his finger in my mouth, I sure realized it now.
He had made me want him, to want nothing more than to be close to him, to
smell him and to taste him. And now, I knew, he was going to allow me to
suck his cock, to caress it with my lips and my tongue, to learn the joy
of surrendering myself to the most demanding urge I had ever felt till
now. And it was happening right here, right now, in his bed.


So far, the kid was behaving the way I expected him to. Poor kid was
really struggling hard not to cum as I was massaging his prostate. I
guess Steve had broken the spell. I almost felt sorry for him though; he
was so embarrassed to be seen that way. It wouldn't help if he knew he's
not the first kid to feel that way; and they get used to it. Steve and I
share everything, rubbers, cars, and hot sexy boys too. But not yet, the
kid wouldn't be ready for that yet.

So far, I had offered him a finger and he sucked it down greedily. Same
way with my finger in his hole and now my balls. He seemed to be in his
own little world as he first licked gently, then sucked on them. Now I
was ready to offer him something else. I eased up a bit further so my
balls lay on his nose, and the root of my dick was positioned over his
mouth. In a flash, his tongue darted out and he was flicking it. Now the
last test of his submission as I inched up and offered him my ass crack.

This took him a while to figure out. I was patient with him, knowing that
he would regard licking a guy's ass as something disgusting that only
some faggot would do. But his lust and his desire to please would soon
overcome that reservation. His tongue began to lap my crack, and soon he
was licking up and down. I love the sensation of a guy's tongue in my
ass, and even more than that, the rush from having him submit himself to
me in a way that most people would feel was humiliating and degrading. I
used my hands to pull my ass cheeks apart and I felt his lips purse as he
tried to kiss me directly on my ass opening, then his tongue struggling
to try to enter my hole. The kid had come a long way fast.

I allowed him to continue for a while and then decided that it was time
to give him what he really wanted. I pulled up, knelt with my knees in
his pits and laid my cock between his lips. He looked up at me as if to
ask if he could, I nodded and pushed into his mouth. He began to suck and
I just rested the head of my dick in him to let him adjust to the
thickness, and then began to probe around in his warm moist mouth. He was
thrusting his torso up and down all the time, but never loosening his
grip on my cock as he struggled to accept more of it as I thrust into
him, deeper and deeper.

Then I began long dicking into him. Slowly pushing my cock down till I
felt the entrance to his throat, pausing there for a while before I very
deliberately withdrew. He would pinch his cheeks in so that my dick was
encased by them, and pursed his lips as tightly as he could as the ring
around the head of my prick pulled out completely. I would leave him
empty for a minute, and he would open up wide again for my next entrance.
I began to quicken the pace now.

When the head of my cock found its way to the entrance of his windpipe,
he gagged, and I withdrew slightly. I like it when they gag, but I don't
want them puking. I was about ready now, and I held him firmly with the
palms of my hands as I felt my balls tense and my cock swell. I let loose
while my cock was about an inch out of his mouth. It splattered in as he
held it open for me He gulped out loudly as the first jet of cum
splattered against the back of his throat. Then I plunged back into him,
not so deep this time. As my balls kept delivering my load into his mouth
he kept gulping down, trying hard not to retch.

All this time, he had been thrashing around under me, the same way that
he did while I finger fucked his mouth and his hole. I couldn't see
behind me but I knew that he had blown another load. Not many tops
understand it, but one of the secrets to teaching a kid how to suck cock
is to make sure he enjoys himself as well as the top. This kid was
working out damn near perfect. He had learned to enjoy my finger as well
as my cock, and he would soon associate them with his own orgasms. After
that, it's easy. He would soon live to please me the way I like it.

I rolled off him and lay down with him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"See ya in the morning, Markie, time for some shuteye." "Really, you want
me to stay the night, Jack?" "I said, see ya in the morning, kid, you had
a big day."