Date: Thu, 25 Apr 2002 17:47:36 -0400 From: M Subject: Johnny part 2 Johnny By M The next day I could hardly walk due to the rawness of my teenage cock that had been beaten all night with thoughts of Johnny. I had finally gotten opportunity and courage at the same time and sucked his cock in our living room while he at least feigned sleep. Each time I thought of his dick in my mouth I would get a hard on and have to find a secluded place to once again shoot another load. I didn't see him for a couple of days and was beginning to be worried about what he thought. Deep inside I knew from his statement afterward, that he indeed was awake and aware of what was happening to him. I couldn't help but think that perhaps that is why he had disappeared and that now he would hate me. On the third day he came by our house and asked me if I would like to go out and get a coke. Reluctantly, my mother agreed to let me go. We drove silently to a drive in and put in our order. As we sat waiting I kept looking at him from the corner of my eye. He would occasionally catch me as I let my gaze flow down his firm manly body to the bulge in his Levi's and simply smile. We made some small talk about school and some of the people that we knew, and I began to relax. I had a raging hard on the whole time and kept adjusting my position in the seat to conceal it and yet be comfortable. When our drinks arrived we pulled out of the drive in and Johnny asked me if we should go for a drive, or would I like to go see the hotel where he was staying while my mother "cooled off." I opted for the drive (I was a bit of a coward still) As we drove, I eyeballed his body which only served to further stiffen my now concrete cock and jangle my nerves. I wanted to just reach over and squeeze that hunk of flesh that I had been obsessing over long before I had taken it in my mouth. In my nervousness, I spilled the drink in my lap dousing myself and the seat of Johnny's car. He didn't seem to be angry at all and laughingly suggested that we go back to his hotel and "clean me up" before my mother saw what I had done to my school clothes. I agreed. When we got to the hotel he had me go into the bathroom, strip down and put on his bath robe while he took my soiled clothes to the laundry room in the basement. I sat alone in his room, almost naked and let my mind run wild till he returned. By then the stiffness had also returned to my dick. The room was small and had only a bed, TV stand and night stand so I was seated on the bed watching the tube when he returned. He crawled over me and stretched out on the bed next to the wall. I was seated with my back to his face and could look unabashedly at his body and conceal my erection beneath the bath robe. My blood was rushing so quickly that my ears were ringing. I could feel myself begin to tremble as the urge to have this man once again grew. He was talking to me but I couldn't concentrate on his words and kept checking back into the conversation asking what he had just said. He must have known that I was not truly interested in the news on the TV, but he just chuckled and suggested that we turn it off as he did so. This forced me to turn back around and look at him. As I did the robe fell open and my engorged dick popped out for just a second. I scrambled to change positions and quickly cover myself again. Did I see him looking at my cock, or was it only the folly of a hopeful imagination? I opted for the latter, dismissing the possibilities. My elbow now rested against his knee and my arm ran up the outside length of his thigh. The bed was small and we were in very close proximity. I wondered if he noticed the trembling of my body as helplessly I let the pressure of my hand increase at his hip. We talked of everything except what was foremost on my mind, and freshest in my memory. The weather, the school (he after all was a teacher in my high school), anything except the fact that my hand was now moving itself to the top of his leg. I must have been babbling like an idiot as I rambled nervously about the theater class, and the people that were in the spring play. I had no control of my left arm as it inched closer and closer to the soft mound between his legs. He made no comment or objection to my movements, as if it were not happening. He stretched and put his hands behind his head as he listened contentedly to my tirade. My heart was thundering in my chest and the ringing in my ears only increased as I brushed the side of his crotch with my hand lightly. He did not react consciously, however I noticed a bit more definition in his bulge. Encouraged I shifted my position more toward him and boldly replaced my hand in the position on top of his leg. My robe was now bunched underneath me and barely concealed my dick. My thigh was bare to just below my balls and I was highly self conscious of the exposure, but it only served to turn me on more. I rattled on looking him dead in the eyes about anything I could think of to keep him engaged in talking and not focused on the hand that now began to cover his dick and balls. It was not a full erection, but there was definitely some stirring there. I felt as if I was going to pass out. I gently began rubbing his thickening tool beneath his jeans becoming more bold and distinctive with each small stroke. He had a twinkle in his eye, and a slight smile as he began to harden beneath my touch. The conversation slowed but did not stop, as he was describing repairs that he was teaching his auto mechanic's class. I began to squeeze his now semi-erect cock lightly and trace the length of it without taking my eyes from his. He stammered a couple of times as my touch grew stronger and I was basically jacking him off through his jeans. There was no going back now. This time he was fully awake and there could be no doubt what I was up to. He lay silently for just a moment as I openly fondled his cock and balls. "Ya know, if you keep rubbing that way you're going to get me all excited , your mother is not here and neither one of us is equipped to take care of that thing when that happens." My heart stopped. "Oh I'm not so sure about that." I said as I reached for his belt buckle. He made no move to stop me, only watched as I opened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I pulled the zipper down carefully as I didn't know if beneath the sharp teeth of the zipper he was bare. His white jockey shorts pushed out of the opening as part of his dick was now free to expand. Still I looked him dead in the eye to see any sign of him reaching out and punching me, or something. There was this dark intensity in his deep brown eyes as he said nothing more. I leaned over him and put my mouth on the cloth covered dick that was now becoming fully hard. A soft sigh escaped his mouth. Nothing more. I blew warm air through the material of his shorts and felt his cock jump in response. Slowly I reached for the top of his jeans and pulled them downward. He lifted his ass to let them slide down to mid thigh. His hard prick slapped his belly as if in celebration of the newfound freedom. I took it down my throat in one gulp. A low moan escaped Johnny's throat as I sucked hard and gently squeezed his balls. I looked at his face with his cock buried deep in my throat, he had closed his eyes and it looked as if he was about to cry. Yet there was the unmistakable look of lust and pure pleasure mixed in there as he realized that his step son was blowing him and he was liking it. I slid my lips out to the end of his cock and back down. He took a ragged breath as he was overcome with the sensations of what I was determined to be a world class blow job. I quickened my pace as I let my hands travel up across his furry belly and began undoing his shirt. His hips bucked just slightly as he fucked my face. I marveled at the way my gag reflex simply went away, overcome by the reckless desire to push his tool further and further into myself. I felt my ass begin to twitch wanting him to be rammed in there as well. He had pulled down his arms and was undoing his shirt the rest of the way as I now stroked his body with my hands. Roaming freely they covered his hot flesh as I marveled at the hair and heat passing beneath them. One of his hands found the back of my head and gently he encouraged my head further and further down his cock with each stroke. His other hand was caressing my bare thigh and moving almost imperceptibly higher with each movement. I felt his balls tighten up and pulled off his cock to prolong this perhaps `once in a lifetime' experience. My mouth found his balls as I wetted the fur with my tongue. His hand on my head crushed my nose into his sack as I inhaled deeply the faint sweaty scent of his maleness. The other hand had found my cock and was slowly squeezing it as he jacked me off. I let the robe fall away and spread my legs, hoping he would get the hint. He just kept jacking my dick as I fucked his hand. I licked the space underneath his balls and heard a low groan as he lost himself in sensation. His hand left my cock and slid back and squeezed my ass cheek. Now it was my turn for ragged breath. I returned to sucking his uncut dick, slowly pulling to the very edge of his corona, and ramming back down all the way to his dark pubes. His finger found my ass hole and began tracing the pink bud in ever increasing pressures. I pushed back with my ass and his finger entered the hole. I grabbed his ass cheeks and began forcing his hips into my face with a slamming motion that should have hurt each time my nose was smashed. But I wanted this. I wanted him to let loose the savage animal that men truly want to be when getting off. I wanted him to tear my throat raw with his growing rod as he raped my throat. He had a hand full of my hair and twisted and pulled it as he forced my throat up and down his cock. I knew that if he kept this up, he would be shooting down my throat, and I would not get the butt fucking that I was now almost frantic for. His now spit soaked fingers of the other hand worked in and out of my ass and I was on fire. I pulled off his cock and with agility that would have made a gymnast proud, swung around and planted his dick deep within the burning walls of my ass in one stroke. The pain was ungodly, and I cried out in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. He looked almost as if he was going to object so I clenched my ass muscles and threw myself against his sweat glistened chest. I started fucking myself like a wild man as I straddled his prod. Instinctively his hips began to thrust up to meet me as his hands clamped down on my hip bones. He was going to fuck me and he had no choice in the matter. I licked his nipples as his cock thrust in and out of my gripping ass. He was once again looking at me with the intensity of a man that was about to explode. "Fuck me, damn it. Fuck me HARD." I said, not backing down from his stare. We looked each other intently into the eyes as he began to wildly buck into my hungry ass. I sat up and forced myself back down on him, almost daring him to hurt me. He obligingly tried to make each stroke progressively harder, impaling me with his cock. "Fuck me. Come on you can do better than that. Hurt me motherfucker." That must have done it. He began fucking faster and harder than I had ever been fucked before. The pure uncontrolled savagery of his thrusts pushed me higher and higher into dick nirvana. The room started turning white as his strong hands crushed my hips with each stroke. He bit his beautiful lips as fire shot from his eyes. Still unwaveringly he stared into my eyes and simply lost himself in the powerful beating his cock was giving my prostate. I exploded in a shower of cum, barely aware of the hot wetness that had covered us both. The nerves in my body were shooting sparks that would have lit up New York city for a night. He put one hand on my shoulder and groaned as he pulled me down harder into his pistoning hips. A growl built in his throat and forced its way out as he pushed himself deep in me. My clenching ass muscles must have been too much as my orgasm had yet to stop. Gobs and gobs of my spunk still shot from my boy cock as I felt him go into my depths and freeze. He held me so tightly to him and didn't breath as the eruption of his manhood worked its way to the end of his cock. It was the first time I can recall I actually felt an orgasm swell from the balls out. A hot sensation flooded the inside of my ass, and I felt the pressure of his sperm smash into my guts. It seemed as if he shot volley after volley of cream into my soul. I was utterly his possession at that moment. He pushed harder and harder into me as his fire-like spunk filled me. He still had not moved or breathed for what seemed like an eternity. Finally with a great rushing sigh he laid back and relaxed looking at me as if he had never seen me before. Now I was stricken with panic. Would he hate me now, was I simply faggot trash now that he had made me his bitch more than perhaps any woman he had ever fucked. I was simply warm meat for a moment to him, and we both knew this. I however, had liked it. "Oh Jesus" was all that he said as I watched the gambit from love to mortal guilt run in his mind. I slid up and back down his cock a couple of times and squeezed it with my ravaged ass muscles. I wanted more. He flinched in his sensitivity as my ass sucked at his cock. I slipped off of him and began licking his nipples and running my hands up and down his body. I started working my way down his body with my tongue as his breath began to quicken. We were interrupted by a knock at the door. Both of us jumped up and scrambled to cover ourselves. The front desk man had brought my clothing up from the laundry. Johnny got his pants up and I got my robe on just in time as, getting no answer, the man was using his key to put the clothes inside. Johnny got to the door just as the man opened it and I was sitting on the bed in the robe completely composed as he entered the room. Johnny took the clothes and handed the man a bill for a tip. Thanking him, he closed the door and tossed me my clothes. I excused myself to the bathroom to clean up and dress. When I exited he was sitting on the edge of the bed staring off into space as if he was getting ready to walk to the gas chamber. Nothing was said about the wild fuck session we had just had. I knew though that this would not be the last time that I would get this man. My mother never did reconcile with Johnny. But he and I kept in touch over the years as friends and lovers. I came to deeply love this man not only because he was the hottest fuck I would ever have, but also because he was unafraid to let himself love me in return while I grew into my sexuality and discovered the world around me.