Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2012 08:06:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Vincent Salerno Subject: TRACES: After Joe's Shower After Joe's Shower Joe is standing in the hallway, waiting to go into the bathroom to shower. He's wearing his bathing trunks and there's a towel thrown around his neck. I'm standing a few feet away where the kitchen meets the hall, and I say that I think I'll take off. Joe lowers his bathing suit and steps out of it, while still standing outside the bathroom door. He slowly pulls on his cock twice. Then he raises it, holding it up invitingly. He smiles teasingly and says, "Why don't you hang around a while?" I watch Joe's dick swelling, and feel the sweet ache of horniness. "Okay, hurry up with the shower." Joe showers, and we go upstairs to Joe's room. No one else is home. It seems that Mr. A. is never home. He owns a butcher shop in Brooklyn. He must have long hours, running the business. Mrs. A. is a housewife, and often home. But she's not home as often as my mother. She's younger; she seems much younger. Definitely much more modern than my mom. Even when Mrs. A. is at home, it's not a big problem. She leaves us alone. We've never been "surprised," or even had a close call. But it's definitely better when no parents are around. Then we can really relax. So today Joe and I are up in Joe's room, fooling around. Joe is already naked from the shower. It was a turn-on for me to see Joe going up the attic stairs bareassed naked. I was starting to warm up with anticipation. Up in his bedroom, Joe touches me through my jeans. I get hard quickly. I wait passively for Joe to unbutton his fly. This pisses Joe off, but he does it. Later he tells me, "You know, you always make it seem like I'm the horny one, the one that wants it. Why don't you ever make the first move." "I don't know," I shrug. "I like it. You know I like it." "Yeah, but you make me feel like the dirty one." But that's later. Now, we're both in the heat of lust. I'm breathing heavier, as Joe strips me out of my clothes. Soon, we're lying naked next to one another, touching, rubbing, basking in the warmth and the delicious feel of each other's warm, young flesh. Joe takes my half-hard dick in his mouth, and starts to coax it up. He plays with it a little with his fingers, with his fist. He strips back the foreskin, and goes down on the wet, pink head. I reach over and start to stroke Joe's prick. I like doing it. He likes the feel of it. Joe's dickhead feels like velvet in my palm. Joe's dick is larger than mine. Longer and thicker too. We both pretend not to realize this. Joe sits facing me, with one set of legs on top of the other, dick to dick, saying, "Now let's see once and for all, whose dick is bigger." But it's really kind of obvious. Joe's dick is almost an inch bigger than mine -- about 7 inches or maybe a little more, and quite thick. He is cut, and there is a fleshy, fat head on the end of it. It almost always sticks up at a sharp angle during sexplay. Joe is enjoying sucking me off. After a while, he slowly moves around and gives off his desire for a 69 with his body language. I'm expecting this, and obediently, eagerly, start to lower my head to my friend's cock. Neither one of us is very expert at cocksucking, although Joe is better at it than me. He sucks on the head of the cock, and once in a while tries to take more of it into his mouth. Aping Joe's actions, I start to go fast, up and down with my mouth on the slick dick. I don't penetrate as deeply as Joe does. I don't seem to be able to fit much into my mouth. In fact, I have a small mouth, and it's a problem if you have a career in cocksucking ahead of you. Well, not a career, really; more of an avocation. As it turns out, a very limited avocation. Almost always, whenever there is something new introduced into their lovemaking, it's introduced by Joe. Joe is definitely, the innovator here. He serves as the teacher, the more experienced one. Sometimes he just springs it on me. And waits for a reaction. I object rarely. When I say, "No, I don't want to do that," Joe might coax a little, but he knows when he must back off. He waits for another day. Quite often, a rebuffed activity is accepted at another time. Joe knows this, and so he often bides his time, and waits for me to come around. We've been sucking for quite a while now. Maybe ten or fifteen minutes. It's feeling good. Every once in a while we change positions slightly. The favorite 69 posture seems to be lying on our sides. We get good access and freedom of movement that way. Sometimes one-over, one-under, is fun. But it can be restrictive. Hard on the neck for one thing. And the one underneath can really get choked with cock, if the guy on top isn't considerate. But Joe and I know each other well by now, and we're pretty careful about that. We know how much the other can take; how deep it's safe to thrust. We're both working feverishly, luxuriating in the feelings, in the hot scene in general. I love to touch Joe's ass. It's lightly covered with brown hair, and feels great to the touch. The ass cheeks are small and muscular. I let my fingers dip into the asscrack, and then come around the round, full cheeks from the bottom near the balls, up to where the cleft meets the small of Joe's back. I do this with both hands, making a slow and pleasurable sweep of the whole area. All of a sudden, I feel a strange wet, salty flood of liquid in my mouth. I'm off the dick in a flash. Joe came in my mouth! Started to anyway. He's still coming, little spurts puddling on his stomach. I'm puzzled, shocked, pissed. What happened? Didn't he know he was coming? He looks over, and I can tell from the guilty, mischievous smile on Joe's face that he did know. He wanted it to happen. Joe knew that I would never agree to that type of experimentation, so he just went ahead and did it. I'm not pissed enough to stop the sex. After all, I haven't come yet. Soon, Joe is sucking me to a much needed climax. I self-righteously announce the cum in advance, in a choked, muffled voice. We both lay back, fulfilled for another 24 hours or so. Relaxed, content. The memory of what happened returns to me. "Don't do that again," I warn Joe in a quiet irritated voice. "I didn't know," Joe lies. He can't keep the giveaway smile off his face. I start to get dressed to go home. Look at my watch. Have to hurry, almost time for dinner. Joe dresses more lazily. Both silent as another afternoon of teen sex ends.