Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2000 08:11:40 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 10"  (inc) (MB) (MM)

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I   Extending the Family. Chapter 10   Dave

by Tim Foure
copyright  2000 Tim Foure

If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you
live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too.
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Chapter 10   Dave

The more I saw Bob, the more I liked him. Arranging to see him was the
problem. We continued as we had started out, sometimes going through as
much as a week looking for a night when we could get together as we asked
each other, "How about . . . ?" only to be told, "No, I've got . . ." I
thought at first he was really only interested in my dick in spite of what
he said. As far as I knew, his prior experience with men had been limited
to quickies, often where only one guy would cum and he wasn't the guy. When
he found out I'd rather skip the whole thing than have five-minute sex, he
was thrilled. It meant that for long periods of time he could finally get
his hands and mouth on the thing he had wanted to get hold of for so
long. And he was as curious as a child, but unlike a child he never tired
of playing with it, looking at it, or even just holding it. He learned
quickly that any sort of foreplay he had ever done with a woman could
almost always be adapted to man-to-man sex. Both of us talked as if we
wanted more than the sex, but when we met, it was mainly for that.

That changed when we hit a particularly bad stretch where it looked as if
we would be unable to arrange to have sex for two solid weeks. It wasn't
missing the sex that bothered me because I wasn't lacking for sex. Even
without counting Bob, I would have sex on six of the seven days during
weeks when Mike stayed the weekend with me. During weeks that he didn't, it
was only three. Since we had first had sex, Bob had become an adequate if
not inspired lover. That didn't bother me particularly because I thought he
would improve with time and experience. What did bother me was not being
able to see Bob very often. I was beginning to miss him.

With my developing feelings for him, I had wanted us to see each other even
when there was no chance we would end up in bed together. He had said
several times he was also interested in me for more than just the sex. The
two-week dry spell seemed like the perfect opportunity to try something new
and non-sexual.

That Saturday Mike and I were planning to go shopping. Linda had told me on
the phone he needed underwear. He arrived on Friday with her credit card in
hand. After that we'd have lunch and see a movie. We had sometimes invited
Larry and Chris along with us on days such as this.  But Chris had remained
fixated on the four of us having sex, and I wasn't very much interested in
having sex with him either as part of a foursome or alone. Larry and I had
discussed it and he understood where I was coming from.

Chris had clearly been annoyed the first time we didn't go back to my
apartment for sex after the four of us had met for a Saturday at the
mall. Later when Mike had told him I wasn't interested in group sex, he had
become more subdued, but the atmosphere remained sexually charged when the
four of us were together. Wanting to avoid that and wanting to see Bob
anyhow, I suggested to Mike that we invite him to join us.

"That's cool. He gonna spend the night with you?" Mike asked, focusing in
on the possible sexual aspect in this as he did in nearly everything. He
was, after all, in his early teens.

"No. You're spending the night with me, remember? He's going home after the
movie. Or wherever he wants. But he's not coming home with us."

"I don't mind sleeping on the sofa, honest."

"Forget it. It isn't gonna happen. When you're staying with me, you come
first."

"Maybe we should let you cum first next time."

"Maybe we should."

Mike was so accepting of Bob that while he was in the rest room, Bob asked
me, "Does he know about us or what?"

"Yeah, he does."

Bob looked stunned. "And it's ok with him?"

"Why not?"

"I just wouldn't have expected him to take it so good. And I'm really
surprised you're so open with him about sex. My dad would've shit a brick
before he'd ever talk to me about sex."

"My dad decided to tell me the facts of life the day after I got Linda
pregnant. We didn't know she was pregnant yet and he didn't know we had had
sex, but that was the way the timing worked out. I already knew everything
he told me. I would have liked for him to have told me a girl can too get
pregnant the first time, but as things went, that wouldn't have been much
help unless he'd told me a day or two sooner. I don't want it to be that
way for Mike."

"Do you and him talk about sex a lot?"

"He probably doesn't think so since it's the main thing on his mind and
there are times when he's actually quiet. But I'd say we do."

"He done it yet with a girl?"

"No."

"Think he'd tell you if he did?"

"I'm sure he would."

"That would have been so great if I had a dad like you."

"You got me now. Best I can do."

This conversation resurfaced when we were having sex on the Tuesday almost
a week and a half later. Bob and I had had dinner in what was becoming
"our" restaurant and then gone back to his apartment. It was planned, so I
had clothes with me for the next day and wouldn't have to go home before
going to work. For some reason that made the evening more casual, less
rushed- feeling.

We had undressed each other in the living room and engaged in some
foreplay.  Then we moved to the bed. By this time Bob had learned that I
wasn't going to take his lollipop away from him almost no matter how long
he licked it, so he had gotten me to lie on my back on the bed with my legs
spread so he could get at my dick. He was content for me to leave his dick
alone while he played with mine since he still had a hair trigger, although
we had begun to work on that.

"When's the first time you ever did it with a guy?" he asked as he took
hold of my foreskin between the thumb and index finger of both hands and
pulled it open so he could get his tongue inside. He hadn't yet learned
Mike's trick of doing it with just his lips and tongue.

"You mean for real sex or just jerking off together?"

He tried to answer with his tongue still inside my foreskin and discovered
he couldn't make an intelligible sound. The tongue came out for only as
long as it took him to say, "Both. I want to hear about it all."

"The first time ever was with Larry." I went on to tell him about Larry
being older than me and my brother's best friend but becoming mine when my
brother went off to college. I gave him all the details I could remember
about Larry teaching me how to jerk off and the games we used to play
before we both got married.

By this time Bob had gathered my foreskin together and was holding it
stretched out from the end of my dick so it would fill up with
precum. While he was waiting for that to happen, he was licking up and down
my dick from balls to tip. Occasionally he would pay special attention to
the bulge made by the bottom edge of the head. I particularly enjoyed
having that licked through the foreskin.

"How come you stopped?" he asked between licks.

"Hard to find an opportunity once he was married. Once I was married too,
it got impossible.  We'd pretty much stopped before I got Linda
pregnant. When we started up again, I kidded him that it was all his fault
because I wouldn't have been so horny if we'd still been jerking each other
off."

"He buy that?"

"No. And now he turns it back on me. Says if I'da shot one particular load
in his hand instead of into Linda, Mike wouldn't be here."

There was a pause in my storytelling because Bob had turned his head
sideways and was running his lips up and down my dick. It reminded me of
someone holding an ear of corn and eating a row of kernels from one side to
the other before moving on to the next row and repeating the operation. But
Bob was using his lips and tongue, not his teeth. The sensations were
especially intense when he moved to the bottom side of my dick.

After a while he came up for air. "So how'd you guys get started again?"

I told him about Paul and me having sex on the beach during our late
honeymoon and my reminding Larry while he was helping me build a deck about
the mutual jerking off we had done as teenagers.

While I was telling him the story, he had decided my foreskin was full and
had released it carefully by making a cage of his fingers and forcing my
foreskin down the head of my dick while keeping it pressed against it with
his fingers and thumb. The precum ran down all around my dick, coating
nearly all of it and running into my pubic hair and onto my balls. He
covered the remaining areas by sliding his fingertips lubricated by the
slick precum around the shaft of my dick. It felt terrific.

Once my dick was covered, he licked all the precum off of it and took the
whole thing into his mouth. He had good control of his gag reflex and
regularly deep-throated me.  And by this time he had gotten me pretty
thoroughly aroused. I decided it was time for a change.

"Already?" he asked.

"You've been doing things to my dick for over an hour. How long do you
think I can hold out."

"Listen, from what I've seen so far, I would've guessed forever."

"Wrong. You can have it back later. My turn."

We swapped places.

"Tell me about you and sex. All we ever talk about is me." I licked the
head of his dick clean of precum only to see another drop form at the
opening.

"Starting with Brenda?"

"Why not? Tell me the whole story." I was holding his dick right below the
head and twirling my tongue around the head to lick off each drop of precum
as it formed. Since it took him several seconds or even half a minute to
produce another drop, I thought the pauses would keep him from getting very
excited too fast.

"We started going steady when we were seniors in high school and ended up
going to the same college. I thought we were really lucky it worked out
that way. Now I know she would have gone wherever I went. Anyhow, we broke
up before the freshman year was over. I started seeing other girls. I got
lucky a lot, mostly because I tried to date girls I knew would put out. One
advantage of being a PE major was there was a lot of team feeling among the
guys even when you weren't on a team together. Guys shared what they knew
about girls.

"Then toward the end of our sophomore year Brenda and I got back together.
I'm not even sure how. The first time we went out, we had sex. I was really
surprised, but I was used to having a better than fifty-fifty chance on a
date, so I had rubbers in the car.

"After the first time I thought we'd do it every time. Boy was I wrong. I
bet we didn't do it half a dozen times from then until we got married
during Christmas of our senior year. She went on the pill about a month
before we got married so we wouldn't have to use rubbers on our wedding
night. She knew how much I hated them so it was like a wedding present for
me. I'd been trying to get her to get the pill from the first time we had
sex, but she was embarrassed to ask her doctor to prescribe them.

"You know, I'm getting awful close."

"You mean me wiping my tongue across the head of your dick every half
minute is gonna make you cum?"

"That's what I'm telling you. Why would I lie?"

I wrapped my hand around the head of his dick forming a well. "I'm gonna
let my hand fill up with precum and do to you what you did to me before."

"Great!"

"So keep on talking." Meanwhile, I began sucking on his balls. I wanted to
do something besides just sitting there holding his dick.

"Things seemed like they were great the end of that year. Sex was good.
Hell, it was great! It felt so much better without a rubber. But it still
didn't happen all that much. I thought we'd do it every night. And we did
on our honeymoon. But when we got back, there started to be reasons not to
have sex. School work was the main one. By the time we graduated, we were
lucky if we were doing it twice a week.

"Brenda was never very active when we were having sex, though once in a
while she'd surprise me. And there were lots of things she didn't like. She
about flipped out the first time I went down on her. And the time I asked
her to suck my dick, you'da thought I was trying to kill her or
something. It was two weeks before she'd even let me start making love to
her again after that.  But things seemed like they were pretty good for a
long while after we got married.

"It's only looking back I can see there was less and less sex. I guess a
lot of it's my fault too. I mean, I don't know what I expected from
her. When we were going steady, I knew how I was supposed to act and so did
she. When we got married, we both knew what was expected of us then
too. But she never liked any of my friends and I never liked any of
hers. The whole time we were married, we didn't know a single other couple
that we both liked. It was like the only time we did anything together was
when we were fucking."

My hand had filled up with precum. I was still amazed by the amount he
produced. When I opened my hand, it ran down his dick, covering it
completely and soaking the pubic hair around the base. It also ran about
half way down the sac holding his balls. I cupped his balls with the hand I
had been using to hold back his precum. Between what had run down and what
was still on my hand, they were completely lubed. I began to rub them
lightly and roll them in my hand as I moved forward and started licking the
precum from the back of his dick. I was careful to avoid the head as much
as possible.

"That feels so good!" he told me.

"I'm glad," I told him. "Be sure to tell me if you start getting close." I
felt sure he would, but it didn't hurt to remind him either.

"Don't worry. I will."

I was dragging my tongue slowly up the shaft of his dick from the base and
licking off the precum. I stopped long enough to tell him, "So go on. Tell
me about you and guys."

"It's hard to say when that started. Guys would mess around in the locker
room in high school, but it never got past circle jerks in the showers. For
sure nobody was going to touch anybody else's dick, but a lot of guys
looked whenever somebody else was naked. I always looked. I thought all
guys looked one time or another.

"First time a guy ever touched me, it was the kid who was helping me with
math. His name was Johnnie. I would go by his house after school and he
would spend two hours trying to explain the stuff everybody else understood
when the teacher explained it in class. I could have understood it in class
but I was a jock so I didn't even try. I was proud of being dense.  It was
part of the image.

"Looking back I could see he worked a long time at getting his nerve up to
try something with me. We'd sit side by side at his desk to go over the
problems and things. He got closer and closer until one day I noticed we
were touching each other from shoulder to ankle.  I liked touching him too
but I wasn't gonna admit that even to myself. I told myself I was just
gonna do him a favor. I flipped my right arm over his head and lay it on
the chair back behind him.  Then I decided to go further so I let my
forearm and hand drape over his right shoulder with my hand hanging in
front of his chest. Then I slid tighter against him. His shoulder was right
in my armpit.

"He continued trying to show me how to work our homework problems. Since he
was right handed and I was left, we had developed the habit of both working
on the same sheet of paper at the same time. When I leaned forward to
write, My arm grazed his neck above his T-shirt and pulled him slightly
toward me. His problem was what to do with his left hand. I knew the
instant he moved it onto my leg. He had it on the bare skin below my
shorts, but it was just lying there rolled into a loose fist. He didn't
even try to feel my leg. I think he just wanted to touch me.

"I liked it. I thought of it as a compliment. I also got the right answer
for the problem just as his hand touched my leg. Truth was, I could've done
any of the problems without his help by then, but having a tutor was one of
the perks. He congratulated me for getting it so easily. I told him it was
all his doing and pulled him toward me in a jock kind of hug with the arm
that was hanging over his shoulder. That's when he got his nerve up to go
for it. He asked me if I ever jerked off. I told him of course I did. He
wanted to know if I had ever done it with another guy. I told him guys on
the team did circle jerks in the shower all the time. He asked me if I
would do it with him. He looked so scared when he asked me. I told him
sure. I told him he was my teammate too and if it hadn't been for him, I
never would have made it through math. That was my excuse to me, not to
him, but he liked hearing it too.

"I pulled my arm back and just shoved my shorts and underwear down to my
knees. I was hard as a rock and sticking straight up from my lap. His eyes
literally bugged out when he saw it. If he had given it any thought, he
would have realized I was just as hot for him as he was for me.  Maybe he
knows that now if he ever thinks about it, but there was no way he was
gonna think of it then. He just shoved his shorts down too. Then it was my
turn for my eyes to bug out. I mean, he was a little guy but he had a
monster dick on him. He had me beat in length and thickness both. I mean by
a lot! I started stroking mine as soon as I got a look at his. He grabbed
his and caught right up to me. It worked out perfect, me using my left hand
and him using his right. I grabbed his left leg with my right hand after I
got started and pulled it tight against my leg. His jerking made his leg
almost vibrate against mine. He tried to grab my leg too, but my arm was in
the way so he just grabbed that instead. It might have taken us a minute to
cum. I shot on the front of his desk, but he shot clear up onto the paper
we were doing our problems on.

"When it was over, he looked scared again. He asked me in a little voice if
I was gonna tell anybody. I was gonna make a joke out of it but I realized
what he was afraid of. He was a little guy, really good looking, but not
athletic at all, and he got the highest grades in the class. I knew what
would happen if I opened my mouth. I looked straight at him and told him I
wouldn't tell anybody. He looked down at his crotch, almost like he hoped I
was telling him the truth but knew I probably wasn't. I grabbed him by the
head, turned it toward me, and told him I was promising him I wouldn't tell
anybody. He looked so relieved.

"Stop right now!"

I jerked my head up from his dick and looked at him. He had his eyes not
only closed but squeezed shut and his entire body was tense, almost rigid
looking. I realized he was trying to keep from cumming. I watched to see if
it would work. When he began to relax, I knew it had.

"That was close!" he said when he opened his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me to stop sooner?"

"It felt too good. And remembering that first time with Johnnie was what
really did it."

"I guess I better leave your dick alone for a while."

"Yeah, let me start on you again."

"Wait a second. I want to ask you something. Was that the only time you did
that with Johnnie?"

"No. I wanted it too bad, and I could tell myself it was all his fault. The
next day when we got the problems finished, and in record time too, I
looked at him and told him when the team won, there was always a circle
jerk in the showers. He was amazed. When I think about it now, I think what
had happened the day before had fulfilled all his fantasies and he was
still reliving that experience. He hadn't gotten far enough to start
developing any new ones."

"So what happened?"

"I shoved my shorts down and grabbed my dick. I was already hard. He sort
of gaped at me and then did the same thing. He looked so happy I could
hardly stand it. Now I wonder if he didn't enjoy the attention from me more
than the sex."

"You could be right. Hero worship. Did you keep doing it with him?"

"Every time. I wonder now if he ever realized how good I got at doing math
problems all of a sudden. I wanted to make sure there would be time left to
jerk off together.  Probably he did but just couldn't believe that would be
the reason. After a week his fantasies had caught up to the reality of the
situation. That was the day he declared the circle jerk instead of me and
shoved his pants down first. I was always amazed at how big his dick
was. When I was shoving mine down, he asked me if the guys on the team ever
did it to each other. I told him no, but I didn't make a big thing of it. I
suppose I guessed where he was headed. There was a pause.  Neither of us
had started jerking off. We were just sitting there with our dicks sticking
up.

"Then he asked me if he could do it to me. I told him to go ahead. I was
having a problem inside myself over it. I knew even then I wanted it to
happen but I was afraid to admit it to myself.  When he wrapped his hand
around my dick, I was in heaven. He jerked me slowly and gently, much more
gently than I did it to myself, but I came in record time anyhow.  When I
got calmed down a little bit, I realized I wanted to touch his dick
too. Before I let myself think about it, I reached over and grabbed it. It
felt wonderful in my hand. He was really surprised. I could see it on his
face. I told him fair was fair, he did it to me and I would do it to him. I
was slow and careful with him too. It took him longer than usual to
cum. The one time I took my eyes off of his dick in my hand to look at him,
his eyes were closed and he had a smile on his lips."

I had begun dipping my finger in the pool of precum on his belly under the
end of his dick and rubbing my fingertip up and down the back of his dick
while he was talking.

"So you did it to each other after that?"

"Every time. And my math got better and better."

"Why'd you stop?"

"Summer came. I didn't have any more excuse to go to his house. And the
next year we weren't in the same class. They gave him a class they thought
would challenge him.  They gave me one they knew wouldn't challenge me. I
was still a jock, after all. He offered to help me one day when we ran into
each other in the hall, and I knew what he was really asking me. But there
wasn't any glory in it if you arranged for your own tutor like there was
when the coach did it. It just meant you were not too bright. There was a
difference between being officially not too bright and really just not
being too bright. You understand?"

"Sure do. So no more jerking off with Johnnie."

"You got it. I wanna play with your dick now."

"I want to hear more about you and guys. I told you everything." I kept my
fingers crossed as I said it since I hadn't told him about Mike and didn't
intend to. "Roll over on your belly."

"Why?"

"Think hard, jock. I want to get at your back."

"Why?"

"'Why, daddy?' Because I'm bored with your front side. I want to play
someplace else for a while."

He rolled onto his belly, but he did it reluctantly. And when he settled,
the cheeks of his butt were clamped tight against each other. He didn't
look comfortable.

"Ok, spill it. What's going on."

His face was turned away from me on the pillow. I heard, "I don't want to
be fucked."

"Did I say I was going to fuck you?"

"What else would you be doing back there?"

"You do have a lot to learn! Listen, do you trust me or not?"

"The last guy who asked me that fucked me."

My first inclination was to get off the bed, put my clothes on, and go
home.  But I thought it through first. He had been very trusting and
willing to try everything I had done that was new to him. Being fucked had
to have been a bad experience. "Ok, let's hear it.  Tell me what happened."

He was still facing away from me. His answer came from the space between
his head and the wall. "This guy came on to me where I used to work. It
happened a lot, but usually the guys wanted to do you in the steam room and
then disappear. Sometimes they wanted you to do them.  Some of them'd even
offer you money. It happened to all the trainers. This guy did me a few
times. I always thought it was kinda funny in a way because he was this
really massive body builder type but he wanted to suck my dick. I was still
into believing the more muscular you were, the more masculine you were. And
of course it wasn't masculine to suck dick. That didn't keep me from doing
it sometimes and wanting to do it a lot more, but that was how I thought
then.

"Anyhow, one night he was still there at closing time. He came on to me. I
told him there was no way because we were closing. He told me I could come
back to his place with him. It wasn't far from the gym. I said I couldn't
stay long because I had a wife and I had to get home. He laughed a little
bit and said it wouldn't take long. You know how fast I can cum, so I
thought it probably wouldn't. So I went. When we got to his place, he asked
me to take my clothes off. He was already taking his own off. I thought it
was funny, but I figured he wanted to be able to touch me so what the heck.

"As soon as I was naked, he walked over to me. He was hard and I was
starting to get hard.  When he got close enough, he grabbed me by the
shoulder and spun me around.  His hand was pushing down on my shoulder and
he pulled one of my legs out from under me with his foot. He wrestled me to
the floor and finally got me pressed flat on my belly with one arm behind
my back. It wasn't much of a contest because he was a lot stronger and
outweighed me maybe three to two. I still didn't know what was going on. He
had one knee between my legs. I began to figure it out when he started to
put his other knee between my legs. I tried to keep my legs together but
there was no way. He told me to spread my legs. He said it was going to
happen whether I spread 'em or not but it would be easier on me if I spread
'em.  When he started forcing his dick into me, I finally did. It hurt like
crazy anyhow. It didn't take him long. Or maybe I passed out for a
while. The pain was fierce.

"When he was finished, he pulled his dick out and stood up. He thanked
me. I was still lying face down so I thought he was just mocking me. But
when he helped me up, I could see from the look on his face that he
wasn't. He helped me get into my clothes and offered me money. I just
looked at him. He even held the door open for me and thanked me again as I
left."

He didn't say anything for another minute or so. I asked him, "You ok?" I
was afraid to lay my hand on his back. I didn't know if he would take it as
I meant it or if it would bring back even more memories of the experience.

"Yeah, I really am. Just lemme tell you a couple more things. One is, if he
had asked me, I would probably have let him do it. Nobody had ever fucked
me before and I had never fucked another man. But I hadn't been able to
fool myself completely about what I really wanted for some time.  I figured
out that was what he had to do to be really satisfied. I wondered what I'd
find out about myself."

He laughed a little bit. "You don't have to run for the door. You're
safe. I already figured out that wasn't it."

I tried to catch his mood, which I thought was beginning to lighten up.
"That's a relief!"

"Some other good stuff came out of it too. I began to think about sex with
Brenda, that if I didn't approach her again, we would probably never do it
again. So one Saturday when the kids were out somewhere, I got her to sit
down so we could talk about us. She made it really clear that she didn't
want to talk about sex. She thought I was going to complain about how
little there was.  Then I told her what had happened to me. She surprised
me. She was so concerned for me. And so angry with the guy who had done
it. I had never seen her as angry as that. I went on to tell her it made me
think about what it might be like for her when we were making love, which
we hadn't done since that night. She tried her best to convince me the two
things had nothing in common, but in the end she admitted she only did it
because she felt she had to, right from the very first time. She still had
trouble seeing that the two things were really the same because I would
always take no for an answer.

"We called her parents and got them to pick up the kids from wherever they
were. She made up some lie. I was amazed. Then we talked like we never had
before. We learned more about each other that weekend than we had in the
previous twelve years. We also found out how much we cared for each
other. On Monday she saw a lawyer and started divorce proceedings as we
agreed she would. We got to be friends by the time it was over." There was
a short pause before he added, "Course she still got all the good
furniture."

When I was sure he was finished, I told him to turn over.

"Nope," he said. "Staying right here. I trust you. I want you to know it."
Then he spread his legs wide.

I didn't know if I wanted that much trust just then. But it was a gift he
was trying to give me, and I realized how much it was worth to him, so I
couldn't turn it down. I wasn't much interested in sex. In fact, I had a
medium-size case of blue balls from all the time he had spent playing with
my dick without making me cum. But there didn't seem to be any alternative.
I leaned forward, placed my hand flat on his back, and kissed him below his
ear. His body was completely relaxed.  I couldn't see his face to judge
what was going on in his mind.

Because of the way his head was turned, the muscle that begins at the base
of his ear was very pronounced. I began to lick it and suck on it,
following it down as far as I could reach. I ran my hand in light circles
over his back. His skin was very smooth and warm. When I reached his
shoulder with my mouth, I got up on my knees, placed both hands flat on his
back, and began running them up and down very lightly. I was glad when he
finally shivered.

His response made me think there was a now a separation between what we
were doing and the story he had told me. I moved between his legs, careful
not to let my hard dick touch his butt. I placed my hands flat against his
legs on the inside of his thighs and moved them upwards very lightly,
getting more shivers from him. I dragged my thumbs over the back of his
balls as my hands passed them. They followed the curve of his butt cheeks,
lightly touching the smooth skin while my thumbs dragged through the hair
growing in his crack. At the top, I spread my fingers and continued to move
my hands up his back. I went all the way to his shoulders even though my
dick touched his butt when I did.

After doing the same thing over and over for a while, I began to center my
attention on his butt, thighs, and perineum. He was beginning to make
sounds that let me know he was enjoying what I was doing. He seemed to like
it particularly when I dragged the back of an index finger along his crack
just touching the hair but not touching the skin at all. He shivered and
jerked each time I did it.

When I thought it was time to do more, I pushed my hands under him on
either side of his balls and told him, "Get up on your knees but keep your
shoulders and your head on the pillow."

There was some ineffectual movement. "I can't. I have to get up and bend
over again. I can't do that from this position."

I took hold of his balls and told him, "Do it or I'll pull your balls off."
I pulled his balls gently backwards along his perineum as if I was actually
going to do it.

There was a grunt. His knees began to move forward and his butt raised up.
When he had it where I wanted it, I told him, "Good boy! Here's your
reward."

I dragged my tongue straight across his asshole.

He jerked violently when I did. "I can't believe you did that!"

"That mean you didn't like it?"

"No! I did like it!"

But I didn't give him any more right away. Instead I licked along his
perineum while reaching between his legs to rub his nipples. It was a
stretch and I could only reach them with the tips of my fingers, but I did
manage it. His hardon was pointing down between my arms. By moving my arms
from side to side, I could brush it lightly.

After I had been rubbing his nipples for a few minutes, my tongue reached
his asshole again.  This time I circled it, staying just far enough away
that he began begging me to touch it again. I spiraled in to it, finally
licking it straight across the center. After that I stayed on it. He was
very vocal in his appreciation of what I was doing.

When I was afraid that any more attention to his nipples would make them
sore, I began playing with his dick and balls. One drop after another fell
from the head onto the sheet, which had a very wet place directly under his
dick surrounded by an extensive damp area.

As I continued to lick and poke his asshole with my tongue, I judged how
close he was to cumming by the contraction and expansion of the muscles in
his ball sac. The first time he yelled, "I'm gonna cum!", I stopped
everything I was doing but maintained contact everywhere.  When the muscles
relaxed, I began again. He yelled several more times, which gave me the
chance to be sure I could predict how close he was to an orgasm. After that
I matched the actions of my fingers on his dick and my tongue on his
asshole with the contractions and expansions of the muscles in his ball
sac. He stopped yelling reports to me and began moaning instead. I'm
certain I got him to the point where he was feeling the pleasure which just
precedes an orgasm nearly constantly. His moans went up and down in pitch,
like a siren.

Then, without warning, I grasped his dick and began to stroke it firmly as
I drove my tongue straight into the center of his asshole. He made a noise
half way between a gulp and a hiccup and began shooting onto the already
wet sheet. I could count the spurts from the contractions of his asshole on
my tongue.

When it was over, I pushed him so he rolled over onto his side. He lay
there saying, Oh! Oh!"  over and over again.

"Gonna live?" I asked him.

"Don't care. If I die now, I know I won't have missed anything."

"Don't die now. There's lots more stuff we haven't even tried yet."

"I know I won't live through that. I just won't. I might as well die now."

"I think you're lying in the wet spot."

"Brenda used to complain about that. Maybe if she'd cum the way I just did,
she wouldn't have cared either."

I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Gimme another minute and I'll get started on you."

"Do you know what time it's getting to be."

"Yeah, time for my turn on your dick."

He was on me in a flash. He wasn't trying to make it last and I didn't want
it to, so between us we brought me off in near-record time.

He slept in the wet spot too.


To be continued
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