Date: Wed, 4 May 2005 19:33:10 EDT
From: USOCK@aol.com
Subject: Wheeler's Love part 4

"Your body is just as I had dreamed it would be."

I replied that his was much better and also just as I had
imagined it would be. He blushed and I did as well. As I
reached over to undo his belt, his hands went on top of
mine, and we looked into each others eyes.

"I'm scared Lloyd."

"There's nothing to be scared of. Are you sure you want to
do this?"

"Yes, babe I'm sure. Just scared that you won't be happy."

"Nothing could or would make me happier. I don't care what
your body looks like. It's yours. And if it's yours, then
it will be as perfect as you are."

He removed his hands from mine and started rubbing my
chest... then lowered his head as if he were ashamed. With my
left hand, I raised his face to mine, kissed him ever so
gently on the lips. and leaned over and whispered in his
ear, "I love you, Wheeler Dalton."

He smiled and said, "I love you too, Lloyd Patterson."

As I reached for his belt to undo it, I could feel his
whole body jerk.

What was it that Wheeler was so afraid of? Why did he keep
telling me he was scared? Did he think that I wouldn't like
what I saw?

As I fumbled with the military-type clasp of his belt, I
made a mental note to ask him not to wear it anymore. After
I finally got it loose, I could tell by the rise in his
pants that he did indeed want to do this. In fact, I was
quite surprised at the size of the front of his jeans. I
was sure I had felt it just last night as we were lying
wound and kissing on each other, but I never paid that much
attention to it. At the time, I had been concentrating more
on the feeling of his lips on mine.

Now as I opened the buttons on his 501's, I was following
that treasure trail of hair lower and lower. I have a very
soft spot in my heart for those trails.  When I got to the
last button, he shifted his weight and pulled one of his
tennis shoes off... flipping
it onto the pile of clothes. Then shifting his weight once
more, he
slipped his other shoe off and flipped it towards the pile.
But it hit the
wall about five feet up and landed on the headboard of the
bed.

I laughed and pulled his pants lower and over those
wonderful smooth hips of his. He pulled them all the way
off, stepped out of them, and I was left with the sweet
sight of Wheeler in a very tight-fitting pair of jockey
boxers... with the largest lump I have ever seen pushing out
to almost bursting. There was a large wet spot forming on
the left hip side where his cock head was positioned.

I looked into his eyes and could see the pleading look of
'please don't make fun of me' in them.

What was this all about, I wondered.

But I went ahead and dropped to my knees, leaned into his
crotch, and inhaled the boyish scent of the guy I loved.
Looking up into his sweet face, I could see his head was
thrown back and his mouth open. Slowly, I began to pull
down his jockey short, and the head of his hard cock thrust
out above the top of the shorts. I was in awe of the sight
that I was privileged to see.

As I further lowered his shorts to his ankles, his cock
swung out to slap my face. It startled me, and I backed
away and stared in awe at the nine-inch engorged monster
that rose up before me.

With my mouth hanging open in utter wonder and disbelief,
Wheeler looked down and said, "I'm sorry, Lloyd."

What?

I looked up and said, "Baby, you have nothing to be sorry
for. I love you. Remember?"

Now I understood. This was the answer to why he was so
afraid. He was afraid I would make fun of his large cock...
afraid I wouldn't like it because of its huge size. In a
millisecond second, I dispelled all those fears as I leaned
forward and took the head into my mouth and savored my
first taste of pre-cum other than my own. Yes, I had tasted
my own cum before, and his was even sweeter and more
luscious than mine.

Even though it was now it was my turn to worry that I
wouldn't measure up to his liking, I went ahead and started
to trace with my tongue the large tube that ran down the
underside of his cock. Incredibly, it was both rock-hard
firm and yet velvety soft to my mouth.

I stopped when I got to his sack. It hung loose and held
two large balls, but it was almost bare of hair... not
completely, but almost. I lapped first at his left ball and
then moved over to his right... and all the while, Wheeler
was making moans and guttural sounds like an animal in deep
rut.

His balls were truly beautiful, and the left one hung
slightly lower than the right... just the opposite of my own.

I moved back to the top, and, with my mouth and tongue,
began to move down his long delicious shaft. I could feel
the vein that was running from the left of his perfectly
shaped cut head, down the shaft, and ending on the right at
the base. His crotch hair seemed as it were trimmed down so
as not to be so bushy. God, I was in love with this boy.

As I took the head of his thick, meaty cock once more into
my mouth, I swallowed as much as I could... only to get part
of the way down. This was my first time at giving head and
pleasure to someone else, and I knew I had to make it
special. Wheeler was gasping for breath, and from deep
inside him came soft low moans revealing his incredible
pleasure.

I pulled my mouth off of his cock so that I could bring
myself up to kiss the boy I loved. But instead, he tried to
lower himself down to do to me what I had done to him.

"Wheeler... no."

He looked up at me, and I could see the thoughts running
through his head:

'He doesn't like it. He thinks I'm a freak. He doesn't want
me.'

I smiled at him and led him over to his bed and laid him
down. He had a puzzled look on his face.

I said to him, "This is about you... all you. I want to show
you that I love you. I want to show you the pleasure you
deserve."

He smiled that smile at me and whispered, "Only if I can do
the same to you afterwards."

I laid on top of him, still with my clothes on, kissing
him, and then lowered myself down to lick his neck, and
then to his arm pits where I could smell the sweet boy
scent.  I licked down his chest... then moved to the left
nipple where I sucked it into my mouth and started to
softly feed at the breast of my man. My mouth sucked his
erect nipple while my tongue rapidly flicked back and forth
over it... driving him wild.

His body writhed beneath me, and he moaned and called my
name softly but urgently.

"Yessssss."

By the time I moved to the right nipple, he was physically
lifting himself off the bed to meet my lips.  Again my
mouth and tongue fed on the hardened flesh of his breast.
Then, slowly I moved lower down his torso, licking
everywhere as I descended, until I got to his belly button
and cleaned it with my lapping tongue circling and plunging
into it.

I then moved to the one thing he was so afraid of showing
me. His cock, that male monument that would be the envy of
any man, was bobbing and jumping with every beat of his
heart. Pre-cum was pouring out of the slit. I couldn't
prolong his agony any
longer. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and dove down
on it... taking almost two thirds down. I was sucking like a
man possessed.

In fact, I was possessed... with love for the boy in my arms.
By this time, Wheeler was starting to roar and scream, and
he was calling out my name.

"Lloyd...LLOYD... YESSSS!  Suck me! Please suck me! Ohhhh... man...
I'm getting so close."

I was doing to him what I have always wanted someone to do
to me. My mind was filled with the realization that I was
sucking my first cock... and I liked it, really liked it!

My mouth was sinking straight down on him and then coming
off... twisting my head as I did. He was in total ecstasy,
and I knew he couldn't last much longer. I could feel his
cock grow even thicker and longer, and I knew he was close.

I groped and fondled his balls and felt them pull up tight.
I could feel that his body was getting ready to move into
orgasm, and this was really turning me on. It made me work
that much harder and faster at giving him pleasure... at
bringing to that peak which was now rushing to overtake
him. His hands gripped my head! His body first tensed and
then thrashed about wildly.

His moans became a roar, and he began to scream.

"I'm cumming! Oh, God... I'm CUMMING!"

By this time, I was deep-throating him with a furious
abandon, and the first blast of his hot cream hit the back
of my mouth and poured right down my throat. I wanted to
taste him though, so I pulled off a bit so I could savor
the delicious juices of my new lover. He kept right on
cumming, shooting all over the inside of my mouth as my
tongue greedily devoured each wad of his nectar. My throat
muscles were spasming, and I was swallowing all of it as
fast as I could. I didn't want to lose any of him.

I counted at least five explosions before I lost count as,
inevitably, my own orgasm kicked in. I must have shot six
volleys of my own while I was swallowing the
love juice of my lover.

Wheeler was still yelling and roaring, and I was afraid
that the whole neighborhood would be able to hear what was
going on. But at that point, frankly, I really didn't care.
I was just so wrapped up in the love and lust of the moment
that the rest of the world was completely shut out of my
consciousness.

As his and my own orgasm slowed down, I pulled his cock
from my mouth... being careful not to loose one drop. After
licking all around the head of his cock until he begged me
to stop, I pulled myself up to his side and was lying there
when Wheeler pulled me into the most intense kiss of my
life.

"I love you, Lloyd."

"I love you too, babe."

He started to lower himself on my body, but I stopped him.
Wheeler looked at
me with tears in his eyes. I told him that I had never done
anything like what we had just done and that I would really
like to just lay here and enjoy it for awhile.

"Besides," I told him, "I came already just being close to
you and giving you pleasure."

I could only hold him as he gently drifted off to sleep in
post-orgasmic bliss. I could still taste his cum on my
tongue, and I knew he could taste his own when he kissed
me. We both drifted into a peaceful sleep...

... only to be awaked moments later by a knock on the door.

We both shot from the bed and grabbed our clothes and
started to
dress as Wheeler asked who was there.  There was a moment
of
silence, and then John Simpson spoke.

"It's me, Uncle John."

"Just a second, Uncle John."

We both were dressed, but there was a different smell in
the room. Wheeler walked over to the door and opened it.

Mr. Simpson walked in, surveyed the room, and asked, "Is
everything OK?"

We both looked at each other and said, "Sure. Why?"

Mr. Simpson just smiled and said, "Well, I think we need to
talk."

He walked over to the chair by the window, opened the
window, and then sat down, looked at the floor and paused.
Both Wheeler and I were scared at what was going to happen
next. He looked up and slowly started speaking.

"Boys, I know that you both care a lot about one another.
But there are some things that I think you need to be aware
of. First off, I am all for you two getting together. I
think you both make a great pair. Some people might not
like that, but I say love is what it is. We can't stop
being who we are and whom we chose to love. But you both
have to be careful not to expose yourself to those who
might not understand and who could cause you harm. I don't
think I could stand the thought of either of you getting
hurt. So I want to make sure that you both are careful."

As he finished speaking, he got up and headed to the door.
We both just stood there in the middle of the room and
stared at him.

When he got to the door, he said, "Could you do me a favor,
please?"

Wheeler and I both said "Yes" at the same time.

"Well," Uncle John said "Lloyd, turn that shirt right-side-
out, and take the shoe off the intercom button."

And with that, he smiled and closed the door.

Wheeler and I were in shock. We both looked at my shirt
that was inside-out. Then ever so slowly Wheeler and I
turned toward the bed. The covers were a mess, and there on
the headboard was Wheeler's shoe sitting on top of the
intercom!

I walked over to the bed, removed the shoe, and sat down...
my mind reeling in the fact that we had been caught.
Wheeler came  to the bed, sat down beside me... crying.

"What is it babe?"