Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2022 08:18:15 -0700
From: Spike Meyers <spikemeyers@gmail.com>
Subject: Book and Tommy 10 - 12

Preamble

Author: Spike Meyers

Date: 06/28/2020

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Book & Tommy
Part 10 -- 12

Brayson was deep in thought.  He didn't hear the slot machines on the
casino floor, the people talking all around him, or the music on the PA
system.  He was completely focused on the events of yesterday with Book and
Tommy.  He's been thinking hard about Book, Tommy, Book's relationship with
Tommy, and his relationship with Book.  His decision to let Tommy play with
his package before they went to Whitewater.  He has been completely
preoccupied since he got home yesterday after spending the day with them.

He so admired Book and Tommy's inhibitions; they are so free to express
what they are feeling and not cover it up or try to hide it.  They were
very open and honest with him.  He appreciated the fact that both Book and
Tommy shared everything with him yesterday.  They answered all of his
questions, either together, or separately.  They were not embarrassed, or
ashamed, or afraid to tell him anything.

Nor did Book and Tommy try to hide their affection for each other.  Book
did not hide (from Tommy) his affection for me.  We all had a great time
together.  Whitewater was beautiful, out in the middle of nature, the
water, the mountains, the trees; it was amazing.  After Book set up camp,
the very first thing he and Tommy did was shed their clothes, and they both
encouraged me to do the same.  And why not, after what had happened that
morning, there was no reason not to join them.

He thought about Tommy being sexually active at 10-years-old.  Tommy
certainly has no qualms about expressing that to him or his dad.  He and
his dad are obviously having sex, by their own admission.  He thought about
himself at the age of 10 and was so impressed with Tommy's maturity in
comparison.  He also acknowledged that Tommy was obviously attracted to him
and did not try to hide that attraction from his dad.  Nor did Book seem to
have a problem with it.  Book obviously knows that Tommy is attracted to me
and is perfectly OK with it.

It is so obvious that both Book and Tommy are very open and free with each
other, and they are obviously inviting me into their circle.  That is
significant and important.  When it dawned on him what that really means, a
sense of peace and understanding swept over him.  This is huge he thought
to himself.  He does not need to be afraid of this or uncomfortable with
it.  He decided that from here forward, he was going to do his very best to
just `go with the flow' whatever happens, happens.  * * * * * * * * * * *
"Good morning, Kins."

"Morning Book.  How's everything?"

"Everything is good on this end.  Tommy and I went to Whitewater yesterday,
and Tommy wanted to invite Brayson to join us.  He was working but got a
friend of his to cover for him at work so he joined us for the afternoon.
We had a great time."

"Awesome!  So, what about today; what are you guys doing today?" Kinsey
asked.

"I'm not sure yet, girlfriend.  I think I'll let Tommy decide.  Since the
school is still closed, I let him sleep-in this morning.  I'll go wake him
if you want to say hello." Book offered.

"No, don't wake him. Let him sleep.  I'll see him soon.  Just let him know
I called."

"Everything still on schedule for tomorrow?" Book asked.

"Yes! Thank God! I can't wait to get back home. I miss you guys so much."

"What time do you get into town?" Book asked.

"My flight is scheduled to land at 6:47 PM our time.  I'm just going to
uber it home, Book.  It's easier for everyone."

"When should I bring Tommy back?" Book asked.

"I know that I'm going to be tired when I get in, so instead of bringing
him back tomorrow night, just bring him over the following morning.  Is
that OK with you?" Kinsey asked.

"Oh sure, no problem.  I'll call you when we are on our way."

"Sounds like a plan.  I'll see you guys Friday morning then.  Bye, Book."

"Bye kins. See you Friday."

Book hung up the phone and a kind of sadness swept over him.  The thought
of Tommy going home was not a pleasant one.  He has loved having Tommy with
him all this time.  He made a mental note to talk to Kinsey about maybe
letting Tommy stay with him a couple of weekends each month.

He walked back into the kitchen and refilled his coffee cup.  Just the
thought of possibly having Tommy every other weekend brightened his
spirits.  He walked back out onto the front patio and sat down, his freshly
filled coffee cup in hand, and enjoyed the fresh, early morning air as it
gently passed over his skin.

As he sat there enjoying his coffee and listening to the birds carry on
around him in the trees, he thought of the nice time they all had at
Whitewater the previous day.  It started out a little bumpy, but the
afternoon was smooth sailing.  He appeared to be much more relaxed and had
a really, nice time.  Book was sure, based on his `feeling' he has about
Brayson, he will progress quickly.  Brayson will learn to be comfortable
and free with both him and Tommy.  Considering where we started that
morning in the parking lot of the Breakfast Kitchen, he has already made
tremendous progress in a short period of time.

He suddenly heard the security door open.  He looked over to see Tommy
standing in the doorway, naked.  "Good morning, Buddy," Book said, smiling
ear-to-ear.  The door was only half open, Book was the only who could see
Tommy standing there with a raging hardon.  Tommy smiled and shook his
hardon at Book.  "Like it, dad?" he teased.

"You are such the little cock-tease." Book whispered to him and started to
giggle.  "Get that sweet, little cock over here, stud!" He whispered. Tommy
let go of the door and ran over to him.  Book grabbed him and sat him in
his lap.  His hardon hidden below the table.  Tommy spread his legs and let
then hang over Book's thighs.

Book grabbed the boy's cock.  "Look at the pretty cock.  It's so hard" Book
whispered in Tommy's ear.  "Are you horny this morning, little-man?" Book
asked rhetorically.  "Do you want me to make you cum?"

Tommy didn't say a word and leaned back into Book's torso.  He pushed his
crotch up into Book's hand.  Book started to slowly jerk his cock with one
hand, and ever so delicately, with his other hand, ran just his fingertip
over the boy's balls and taint.  Tommy immediately let out a faint moan
when he felt Book's hand on his balls.  "That feels good, doesn't it,
Buddy?"

Book gradually increased the speed of jerking Tommy off.  It doesn't take
Tommy long to approach orgasm.  He began to take quick, short breaths.
Book knew he was getting very close.  When he felt Tommy's legs go stiff,
he quickly found the boy's rosebud, and inserted just the tip of his finger
into Tommy's butthole.  Tommy gasped audibly.  Book felt the orgasm wave
pass through Tommy's body, the boy's cock twitching between his thumb and
forefinger.

Tommy let himself fall back into Book's torso again.  Book let go of
Tommy's cock, and wrapped his arms around him.  "Did you enjoy that, Bud?"
Book whispered in Tommy's ear.  Tommy just moaned and shook his head, still
breathing heavily.  "Good, Buddy.  Just relax now.  When you're ready, I'll
make us some breakfast."

They stayed in that position at least five minutes; until Tommy said, "Dad,
I have to pee."  Book slid Tommy off his lap. "Me too. Let's go pee." Book
said.  As quickly as possible, they hurried to the front door since Tommy
was naked.  As they stood at the toilet, peeing in unison, Book said, "Your
mom called. She's getting home tomorrow, but I'm not going to take you back
until the next morning. She can't wait to see you."

Tommy grabbed a piece of bathroom tissue and dabbed the head of his pecker.
He tossed the tissue in the toilet, turned, and walked into the bedroom.
Immediately, Book knew that he was having feelings about something.  He
watched as Tommy plopped himself down on the bed.

Book dried his dick off, flushed, and sat down next to Tommy on the bed.
"What's up Bud? Why the long face?" Book asked.  Tommy didn't respond
immediately.  He continued to look down at the floor.  "Dad, I love mom,
and I miss her too." Book wrapped his arm around Tommy and pulled him in
for a hug.  "I know you do, Bud.  So, what's the problem?" Book asked,
already knowing what Tommy is going to say.  "I don't know if I'm ready,
Dad." Tommy said softly.

"Ready?  You mean ready to go home to mom's house?"  Book asked.

Tommy shook his head slowly, continuing to stare at the floor.  "When I go
home, we can't do stuff, dad.  I can't be naked anymore. I can't see you
naked. I love being naked with you.  When I go home, we can't have sex
anymore. I love everything we do, especially when you cum in my mouth.
That's going to stop when I go home to moms. I'm going to miss you so
much!"

Tommy jumped over and straddled his dad's lap, hugging him tightly.  He was
almost in tears.  Book hugged him tight and stroked the back of Tommy's
head to comfort him.  "Hey, Buddy.  Come on now, it's OK.  Just because you
will be going home to your mom's house doesn't mean that we are not going
to do stuff together.  Yes, when you go back to your moms we won't see each
other every single day, but we will see each frequently, just like we
always have.  We will still have our private time together, just you and
me.  That's not going to change.  We will see each other all the time, Bud.
I promise.

When you go home to your moms, you know that you have to be extra careful,
right?  Careful about what you say, and to whom, and careful what you do.
You can't take any chances son, that means at home or at school.  Remember
what I said about Alejandro.  I know you understand that but I just want to
make sure."

Tommy looked right into Book's eyes and shook his head.  "I know, dad.  I
will be careful. I promise." Book patted him on the butt, "That's my boy.
So, what would you like to do today, Bud?"

Book slid Tommy off his lap.  "Think about it Bud, and let me know.  I'm
going to go put some breakfast together for us.  One his way out of the
bedroom, Book stopped and turned to face Tommy excitedly.  "Oh My God!" I
just remembered, "We have lox and bagels" Book said singingly.  "How does
that sound, Bud?  Lox, cream cheese, tomato, onion, and capers on an
everything bagel.  Doesn't that sound awesome?" Book asked excitedly.

"Yeah! I haven't had lox in forever!  Mom hates it." Tommy responded.

"Yeah, your mom hates everything.  If it's not meat and potatoes your mom
won't eat it. "Hey Bud, we can have breakfast at the park.  How does that
sound?" Book asked, hoping it would cheer Tommy up.

"Sounds good, dad.  Then I can play with all the dogs.  There are always
dogs at the park.  Yeah, dad, I like that idea." Tommy said, excitement
back in his voice.  "While I'm putting our breakfast basket together, why
don't you jump in the shower, Bud.  Then we will head up to Horizon's."

* * * * * * * * * * *

Book pulled into Horizon's parking lot.  There were only two cars in the
entire lot; his little BMW made three.  He parked his car and turned off
the engine.  "Ready Buddy?" He asked Tommy as he opened the car door, not
expecting a verbal response.  He hit a button on the remote and the boot
popped open.  "Can you grab the pillows son? He asked Tommy.  I'll grab the
quilt and the basket.  Book quickly took a look around.  There was nobody
to be seen.  Off in the distance, by the tennis courts, he could see people
mulling about, but that was it.  "Right Bud, off we go.  Let's find a good,
shady spot.  Strangely enough, it looks like we have the park to ourselves;
at least for now anyway."

Book found a good spot, surrounded by three beautiful, majestic trees.
"This looks perfect, Bud.  Let's take this spot."  Book sat the basket down
in the grass and proceeded to lay the large quilt down on the grass.  Tommy
placed the pillows at the top of the quilt and sat down.  He kicked his
sandals off, removed his tank top, and laid back, resting his head on one
of the pillows.

Book slipped his sandals off, leaving them in the grass beside the quilt.
He picked up the basket, stepped onto the quilt beside Tommy, and sat down.
"Are you hungry, Bud?" he asked.  Tommy sat up and crossed his legs.
"Yeah, dad, I'm starving." He said to his dad.  Book opened the basket,
removed its contents, and placed each item carefully on the quilt before
him.  He prepared the bagels, as soon as he took his first bite, his phone
rang.

Book picked up his phone.  "This is Booker" he answered without checking
the caller ID.  Tommy noticed the grimace on his dad's face after answering
the call.  "Oh, hi Blake. Fine, thanks" he heard his dad say to the caller.

By the time Book got off the phone, Tommy had consumed one half of his
bagel. "How's the bagel?" Book asked.  "Real good, dad; it's so good."
Tommy answered, a little cream cheese on the corner of his mouth.  Book
handed Tommy a napkin, pointing to the corner of his mouth.  "Was that your
boss, dad?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah, Bud.  Everything is cool though.  I have to meet him tomorrow at
9:30 in his office.  I forgot that I scheduled him in.  I turned off my
notifications and forgot to turn them back on.  I have a big project coming
up at work and he wants to talk to me about it.  So I have to go into the
office tomorrow morning.  You might have to hang-out at Graham's house for
a little while tomorrow morning Buddy.  I promise, I'll be home by noon."

"You know dad, I'm not a little kid.  I don't need a baby sitter.  I can
take care of myself."

"I know you can, Bud.  But your mom and I made a pact that we would never,
ever, leave you alone.  If I let you stay home alone, I would be breaking
my promise to your mom.  I love your mom; I can't break my promise to her.
You can understand that, right?"

`Yeah, dad. I get it. A promise is a promise.  No worries."  Book refilled
his coffee cup from the thermos.  There's one piece of watermelon left
Buddy.  Why not finish it up?"  Tommy placed his hand on his belly, "I
can't dad; I'm stuffed."  Book picked up the last piece of watermelon and
laid back, resting his head on the pillow.  As Book took a bite of the
watermelon, he said, "This is so nice, Bud; an excellent idea if I do say
so myself."

Tommy laid back, mimicking his dad.  After just a few seconds, Tommy turned
over on his right side, propping himself up, resting his head in his hand.
"Dad, take your shirt off" he whispered.  Book looked over at him and
smiled. "Is my boy horny again?" Book whispered.  Tommy just smiled
ear-to-ear.  "I want to look at you dad.  I want to see your muscles."
With no effort at all, Book sat straight up, his abdominal muscles flexing
as he rose to a sitting position.  He removed his tank top, tossing it at
the bottom of the quilt, and laid back down.  Tommy watched his every move.
"Is that better, Bud?" he asked.  Book placed his hands behind his head,
exposing his luscious pits, and flexing his abs.  Tommy reached over and
ran his left hand down Book's torso.  "I can't wait until I have muscles
like you dad."  Tommy scooted closer to Book, and slid his hand into Book's
shorts.

"I'm glad you like daddy's cock so much little man.  You wanna suck it
don't you, Bud?"  Book asked.  "Yeah dad, but how? We're in public, someone
could see." Tommy answered.

Book scanned the area to see if anyone was around.  "No worries, Bud.
There is no one close by.  Lay your head on my belly, just above my pubes."
Tommy did exactly as instructed.  Book grabbed the waistband of his shorts
and lifted upward so Tommy could see his growing cock. "Now, reach in and
grab my cock, Buddy.  Pull him up towards your mouth, and lay him on my
belly."

Book felt Tommy's hand grab his cock and position it as suggested.
Suddenly, Book felt Tommy's warm, wet, mouth on his cock.  "Oh, yeah!
That's it little man. Suck daddy's cock.  Stick your tongue in the whole.
"Show me how much you love that cock, Bud.  Rub your tongue all over the
knob.  Yeah, just like that Buddy.  You are getting really, good at this.
It feels amazing!"

Book reached into his shorts and started to rub his balls as he guided
Tommy's head slowly up and down his cock laterally.  As Tommy reached the
tip of his dad's cock, he would stick is tongue in the piss slit lapping up
the sweet ooze.  Book could hear Tommy moaning as he tasted the nectar
escaping from his cock.  It excited Book immensely to see how much Tommy
liked his precum.  In just a few minutes, Book felt his balls pulling up.
"You're going to make me cum Buddy.  Are you ready?  Here it comes Bud?"
Book hissed.

Book felt Tommy increase the pressure on his cock in preparation for his
reward.  Book moaned loudly, cussing repeatedly as his cock shot off in
Tommy's mouth. Book grabbed Tommy's head and held it stationary until his
cock stopped erupting.  Finally, he released his grip on Tommy's head, his
arms falling back onto the quilt by his side.  Tommy did not move an inch;
he stayed in position, Book's cock still in his mouth.  He could feel the
boy continue to swallow.

Book reached up and ran his fingers through the boy's hair as Tommy
continued to suckle on his spent cock.  He could feel the boy's tongue
lapping at his piss slit and was becoming very sensitive.  After 30 seconds
or so, Tommy was still at it.  Book began to squirm. "Hey Buddy.  I think
you got it all; there's nothing left," Book said urgently.  Once again, he
had to pull back on Tommy's head slightly to get him to release his grip on
his cock.  Tommy reached up and grabbed ahold of Book hipbone to hang on.
He did not want to let go of his dad's cock.

"Hey Buddy, you need to let go." Book's cock was so sensitive he suddenly
felt an overwhelming need to pee and struggled to maintain control.
"Tommy, come on Bud, let go.  I'm really sensitive now and I have to pee
really bad. "Tommy! Tommy!" He called urgently. "Buddy, let go or I'll pee
in your mouth! I can't hold it anymore!"

"Book lost control, he could not stop it, he felt like he was pissing in
Tommy's mouth.  "Fuck! He growled.  He mustered all his energy and quickly
regained control.  He felt like he was able to brings his stream to a
screeching halt.  He grabbed Tommy by the head and pulled him off
forcefully, feeling Tommy's teeth on his cock." Book quickly turned over,
pointed his cock towards the grass, and emptied his bladder.

He stopped peeing and signed in relief.  He tucked his cock back into his
shorts and turned back towards Tommy.  He sat up, crossing his legs to face
Tommy.  Tommy just sat there looking at him.  "Buddy, can you tell me what
that was all about?" Book asked calmly.  "Why didn't you listen to me
Buddy?  I told you I had to pee. Why did you ignore me?  I don't
understand, Bud."

Tommy looked at him, "I'm sorry, dad.  Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad, Buddy.  I understand how much you like my cum.  I do, and
that's awesome.  I love that you like it so much.  That makes me feel
really, really, good.  But, when I told you I had to pee, really bad, and
more than once may I add; I don't understand why you didn't let go of my
cock? I just don't understand why you disobeyed me like that.

Tommy looked down at the quilt, this was the first time in his life that
Book was upset with him.  He threw himself into Book's arms.  "I'm sorry,
dad.  Don't be mad at me." Book wrapped his arms around Tommy and hugged
him tight.  "I'm not mad, Buddy.  I'm not mad.  I just want you to explain
to me why you did that.  I don't want you to be afraid to tell me.  You
never have to be afraid to tell me anything.  We are always honest with
each other, right?"  Book felt Tommy nodding his head, although he didn't
say a word.

Book peeled Tommy off his chest and looked into his eyes.  He brushed the
hair from the boy's face.  "I love you so much Buddy.  That's never going
to change.  I will always, always love you.  I'm not mad, but you need to
explain yourself.

"You promise you won't be mad?" Tommy asked.

"I promise, Bud.  Cross my heart. I won't get mad."

Tommy hesitated and then said, "You did pee in my mouth dad, but I wanted
it.  I wanted you to do it."

"You wanted me to do it? Do what? You wanted me to piss in your mouth,
Buddy? Book asked, rather astonished.  Tommy shook his head.  "Yes, dad.  I
wanted you to pee in my mouth, and you did a little bit. But then you
stopped" he said, sounding disappointed.

Book was gob-smacked.  He just couldn't believe he was hearing Tommy
correctly.  Then, all within a split-second, he remembered seeing Tommy in
the shower a few days ago pissing on himself, and sticking his tongue into
his own piss stream.  He also remembered Tommy talking about water sports
when they had their `sex talk'. He recovered quickly and asked, "Did you
like it, Buddy?"

Tommy enthusiastically shook his head yes.  "It was so exciting, dad.  I
felt your dick squirt in my mouth, it didn't taste like I thought it would
taste.  It was a little bitter, stronger than mine, but it wasn't that bad.
It was so exciting.  Then I felt your dick twitch when you stopped peeing."
Tommy was all smiles.  "I want to do it again, dad."

Book had to think quickly.  He did not want Tommy to feel like he was
judging him. This was his first experience with this fetish.  With no frame
of reference, he was certainly not going to judge it or Tommy for wanting
to experiment.  It was certainly not dangerous, at least with him; he's
perfectly healthy.

"OK, Bud.  I think I understand.  But, in future, if I ask you to do
something, I expect you to do it.  Understood?"  Tommy shook his head,
"Understood, dad."

"You sure do surprise me little man." Book said. Tommy looked at his dad
and smiled.  "So, we can do it again, dad?" he asked hopefully.  "I really
want to."

"Sure, Bud, we can do it again if you want, you kinky little sex-pot."
Tommy wrapped his arms around Book's shoulders and kissed him.  "Thanks,
dad."

Book started cleaning up the food items, placing his trash and other items
back in the picnic basket for later disposal.  "Hey Bud, hand me those
napkins please." He asked Tommy.  "Dad, can I go for a walk?" Tommy asked
as he handed Book the napkins.  "I want to see if there are any dogs
around."

"Sure, Buddy.  Stay close though; don't go too far.  You need to stay in my
line of sight.  Got it."

"Got it" Tommy turned and started off.  "Wait!", Book called.  "Aren't you
forgetting something?"

Tommy gave him a questionable look. "What, dad?" Book pointed at Tommy's
sandals.  "You need to put those on, Bud."

Tommy sat down and put his sandals on. Tommy noticed Book looking at
something over his shoulder and turned around. He noticed this guy, not too
far away, walking his dog.  The guy was walking in their direction.  Tommy
turned to Book, "Dad! It's a puppy! He said excitedly, and jumped to his
feet. "Can I go pet it dad, please?"

Book leaned back on his elbows, bent his knees, his feet flat on the
ground, and slightly spread his legs.  "If you can be patient, Bud.  You
may not have to go far.  It appears that they are going to walk right past
us.  Just wait a second."

Tommy stood impatiently, his eyes glued to the guy and his puppy
approaching.  As the guy got closer, Book thought he recognized the guy.
"Pasqual? Is that you Pasqualito?"

"Hey Book.  Fancy meeting you here.  This must be Tommy." The guy said.

"You would be correct; this is my son, Tommy. Tommy this is Pasqual.  He
lives a couple of streets over from us.  "So how are your folks?" Book
asked him.

"Oh, they're fine, Book; thanks for asking.  I am house-sitting for some
friends.  This is Abby; she's 4 months old."

"She's so cute, Tommy laughed. Can I pet her, dad?" Tommy asked.  "If it's
OK with Pasqualito, sure." Book answered.

"Go ahead, Tommy. She loves people and attention.  But be careful, her
teeth are super sharp. She's all puppy and she gets very excited."  Pasqual
dropped the lead as Tommy and Abby started playing on the quilt together.
Within the first ten seconds, they rolled over onto Book.  "Hey Bud, why
don't you play with Abby over in the grass so Pasqualito and I can chat for
a moment."

Tommy jumped up and called Abby.  "Come on girl, let's play over here."
Book looked up at Pasqual.  "That boy loves dogs. I wish his mom would let
me get him a dog," he said out loud to himself.  "So, are you still in
school, Pas?" Book asked.  "Final year, I'll graduate soon, then I'll be
attending UC, San Diego."

"Wow, how exciting.  You are going to have so much fun.  A good-looking guy
like you in San Diego.  You going to have to beat them off with a stick."

Pasqual looked down at Book and smiled.  "From your lips to God's ears,
Book.  But I doubt it.  It's nice to hear you say that though."

"Oh, come on, Pas.  You're fucking hot. You're such a good-looking, sexy,
hot, Mexican stud.  Of course, you're going to turn heads.  I could eat you
up with a spoon.  Book noticed that Pasqual was actually blushing.  "Hasn't
anyone ever told you how hot you are Pas?"

"Ah, that would be a most definite, no" he responded softly.

"Have you looked in the mirror lately.  Fuck! Look at you, your hair is
perfect, so jet-black it's almost blue, you have flawless, smooth,
creamy-looking skin, beautiful, shapely legs, really nice arms, gorgeous
eyes, and those eye-lashes.  You're fucking beautiful Pas.  You're making
my dick hard just looking at you."

Book noticed that Pasqual looked down at his crotch.  "You keep talking
like that Book and you're going to make my dick hard.  You're pretty good
on my ego." he said softly, taking note of Tommy and Abby's location.

"It's true; look." Book spread his legs a little further apart and pushed
his shorts to the side.  "I told you.  It's getting hard just looking at
you. Show me your cock Pas.  I want to see that beautiful cock of yours."

Pasqual was very nervous. No one has ever said these things to him before,
male or female.  Even though he was nervous, he was excited too. He was
getting hard.  He reached down and grabbed his crotch. "I don't know, Book,
I have never done anything like that before."

"There's a first time for everything stud.  It's OK, nobody's around. It's
just you and me." Book reached down and released his cock.  He was fully
erect and started leaking again.  "See, no one can see anything" he said,
as he slowly started stroking.

"Come closer, kneel down next to me on the blanket."  Pasqual hesitated,
then slowly stepped towards Book.  "Kneel down next to me, Pas."  Book
repeated softly.  "Don't worry, no one can see anything. "Pull the front of
your shorts down, show me that pretty cock" Book whispered.

Pasqual looked side to side, and slowly pulled the front of his shorts
down, exposing the growing mound behind his boxer briefs.  Book noticed a
little wet spot on the fabric.  "Damn, Pas! You're so hot!"

Without warning, Book leaned forward and put his mouth over the wet spot,
feeling the hardness within.  Pasqual gasped audibly.  It took him by
surprise as much as it felt incredible to have a hot mouth on his cock.
Book licked the wet-spot lightly wanting so desperately what it contained
inside.

Book leaned back, "pull the underwear down stud.  Show me that sweet cock."

Pasqual needed no further encouragement.  He pulled the front of his
underwear down, his beautiful, uncut, cock popping out, hitting Book on the
chin.  "Oh Fuck! Book growled.  Look at that fucking hard cock.  God it is
gorgeous!"  Book swallowed it in a single gulp.

Pasqual inhaled deeply and thrust his hips into Book's face, forcing his
cock further down Book's throat.  Something came over Pasqual, he cast
caution to the wind, as he started to face-fuck Book, thrusting in and out
of his mouth.  Seemingly within seconds, Book could feel Pasqual's cock
expand and get harder.

Pasqual grunted and started shooting his juice down Book's throat.  Book
came up as he felt the third shot at the back of his throat.  Book started
moaning as he tasted Pasqual's sweet sauce.  He continued to swallow until
he felt the jets come to an end.  He held the spent cock in his mouth,
savoring its flavor, until he felt Pasqual start to withdraw.  Like Tommy
did to him earlier, Book did not want to release Pasqual's cock.

Pasqual pulled out of Book's mouth, tucked his cock back in his shorts, and
fell backwards onto the quilt.  After he caught his breath, he said, "I
can't believe I just did that.  That was amazing, Book.  I'm sorry if I got
a little carried away there for a bit.  But, it's not all my fault.  You
got me all fired up with your complements. I can't believe I came so fast."

"You don't hear me complaining, do you? I loved it.  I knew you were a
total stud.  I just knew it.  Your cock is as beautiful as I imagined it
would be; even better. And you taste good. You can skull-fuck me anytime
you want stud.  I'll gladly suck you off anywhere, anytime, day or night."

"Thanks, Book.  This was such an unexpected surprise.  I never would have
thought that I would ever do something like this.  I will never walk
through this park again Book, and not think of you. I will certainly
remember this.  It sure beats the hell out of jerking off 3 times a day."

"Remember everything I said, Pas.  I did not say all those things just to
get in your pants.  I meant every word.  And while I'm at it, just let me
say this again, you taste really, really, really, good. If you're jerking
off 3 times a day, it's an absolute shame all that yumminess goes to
waste."

Pasqual sat up and said, "are you trying to get me all fired up again?"

Book smiled, "is it working?"

"I think I'd better leave right now before we both find out." Pasqual
turned and whistled once.  Abby stopped, looked over, and ran to him.
"Good girl, Abby.  Good girl."  Pasqual reattached her lead, stood up,
arranged himself, and thanked Book again.  "Remember what I said, Pas;
don't forget.

Pasqual smiled down at Book, "Oh, I won't forget, Book."

"Good luck in San Diego.  You might consider investing in a big stick, Pas.
I'm just saying, think about it."

Pas chuckled softly.  "Bye, Tommy."  In Spanish, Tommy thanked him for
letting him play with Abby.  Pasqual responded in Spanish and walked away,
Abby in the lead.

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