Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2006 14:59:55 -0600
From: Mike Angelo <mikeangelo@mail.com>
Subject: Exploring with Joe - 6

This story is fiction, the story of two boys, including their sexual
activity.  If this offends you, or if you are not 18 or older, or if it
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the story.


EXPLORING WITH JOE - 6


It was prettier living in a small town than a big one.  We didn't have as
many trees where I used to live, and when the leaves started to turn, it
was pretty everywhere you looked.  And especially in the woods by the
little park.  There were leaves on the ground at our special place, and I
liked to hear them crunch when we walked over them.  I laughed when Joe
said once, "We have to pee a lot.  'Cause our tree needs lots of water so
it can get its leaves back next year."  He fed it some cum, too!

But it was getting colder out sometimes, and I knew we wouldn't be able
to ride out there a lot longer.

One Thursday morning I was almost late riding to school, and the last
bell rang just as I locked my bike at the bike rack.  There were only a
few kids around, all late like me.  I didn't get to see Joe before
classes, but we'd meet at the front door to walk down to the Dairy Bar
for lunch.

I waited at the door for a long time, and most of the kids were gone.  I
was about to go back in to look for Joe when a car that looked like ours
pulled up right in front.  It was mom!  She called me over and told me to
get in.  I asked her what was going on, but she waited until we were back
out on the street to tell me.

"It's Joe.  First, I want you to know that he's okay; he's all right."
But I had already gotten that bad feeling in my tummy.  "Bobby, his mom
called me this morning.  She had to take him to the hospital last night;
he had an appendix attack, was in a lot of pain.  They did surgery real
early this morning to remove it.  Honey, he's okay.  You understand?"

"Mom, mom, I have to go see him." I was shaking when I said it.  "He's
okay?"

"Yes, hon, and that's where we're going.  His mother said he was awake
for a while, and he wants to see you.  She asked if I could bring you
over."

I'd never been in a hospital before.  We stopped at a desk, and the lady
told us where Joe's room was.  Everything looked kind of spooky, with
lots of things -- machines -- out in the hall and nurses running around.
We had to get out of the way when they pushed a man in a little bed down
the hall.  He was real white, and he had his eyes closed, and there was a
machine along with him, so I don't think he was dead.

When we got to Joe's room, his mom put her finger over her mouth and came
out into the hall with us.  She told us what mom had already said and
that the doctor said everything went fine and Joe would probably get to
go home tomorrow.  She said she'd been there all night; she wanted to
stay with him, and so they let her.

We went back into the room real quietly.  Joe was on the wierd bed, with
covers pulled up so I could only see his head and his arms.  He
looked kind of whiter that he usually did.  I went over to the side of
the bed and just stood there looking at him.  I just kept saying to
myself, His mom said he was okay.  Over and Over.

Then a nurse came into the room and wrote some things on some papers, and
that woke Joe up a little.

"Mom?"

"I'm right here, Joe," she said, and she stood closer to the bed.  "And
look who came to see you." She moved aside and pushed me a little closer.

"Bobby."  His voice sounded really different.  He was whispering, but it
was more than that.  He brought his hand over to mine, and we held
hands.  I think I was a little more scared than I was when he was
asleep.  "Water," he said.  Right next to him was a little table with a
cup and straw, and I started to give it to him, but he just raised up his
head, and I held it so he could sip on the straw.

"Are you okay?"  I had to hear it from Joe.

He smiled at me a little.  "I'm okay now, Bobby."  He cleared his throat,
and I gave him a little more water."But last night I hurt like..."  He
glanced at his mom.  "Really bad.  I never hurt like that before.  Never
want to again.  So they took it out."

"They did what?  Took out?  What did they take out?"  I still didn't
really understand what had happened.

"His appendix, Bobby," his mom explained.  She told me what that was and
that a person is just fine without one, because you don't really need
it.  That didn't make any sense.  If you don't really need it, then why
is it there?

"And the nurse just told me that he can go home tomorrow," his mom said.

"Can I come over and see him?" I asked.  Friday was Columbus Day, and we
didn't have any school.

"Of course you can, Bobby," his mom said.  "I'll call you when I get him
settled in.  He'll be sleeping on the pullout in the living room.  He's
not going to try those steps up to his room for a while."

We talked a little more.  His mom and my mom talked.  I just stood there,
holding Joe's hand, and we just looked at each other.  I think he knew
what I wanted to say.  Then his eyes closed, and he went to sleep.  I
wanted to stay with him, but mom said I shouldn't, because the doctors
and nurses would be coming in all the time.  We went down to the
cafeteria to get lunch, because it was already the middle of the
afternoon.  I went home with mom instead of back to school, because it
was almost time for school to be over, anyway.

When I went to bed, all I could think about was Joe lying in the bed.  I
knew his mom would be there with him.  But I wanted to be there, too.

I just messed around Friday morning, waiting for his mom to call.  But it
was the middle of the afternoon before she did.   I rode over real fast,
and Joe was lying on that little bed in the living room, all covered up.
I sat on the floor next to it and grabbed his hand.

"Hey, Bobby."  He sounded better than yesterday.  "Mom won't let me go
upstairs."

"No, indeed.  You're fine where you are," she said.

 "Mom, I told you they made me ride in that wheelchair!  I didn't really
need to.  Who carried me into the car?  Who carried me into the house?"

"I know nobody carried you, but I could see the look on your face, Joe.
You're staying right there."

"Then can Bobby stay here, too?"  I'd forgotten.  I was going to stay
overnight.  "Please, mom," Joe said.  "He can help me with things.  He
could sleep in my old sleeping bag."

His mom didn't say anything for a minute.  Then she said, "I suppose that
would be all right.  Bobby, let me call your mother."

They talked for a while before she came back in and said I could stay.
Mom was on her way to the grocery store, and she would bring some stuff
over for me.  I told her thanks and that I would help her any way I
could.  She had started to set up a little table right next to his bed,
and I helped her bring some things out from the kitchen.  We ate supper
on TV trays in the living room, so we could eat with Joe, but all he
could have was a little soup and some pudding.  Mom came in for a few
minutes to bring my stuff.

I read to him between supper and bedtime.  I read one of this library
books, almost the whole book.  And we held hands sometimes.  His mom was
in and out of the room, but I stayed with him almost all the time.
Before bedtime we had some ice cream, and Joe sat up a little for that.

"Mom, can I please go up to my room tomorrow?  This pullout isn't so
comfortable."

"I'm trying to arrange things for tomorrow, Joe," she said.  "I told you
I have to see those people and get a contract signed; there isn't any way
out of it.  I've left a message with someone who can stay with you while
I'm at work."

"Well, I can stay," I said.  "And I'm already here.  I mean, I can get
stuff for him and all.  I can stay.  Please."

It took a little while, but we talked her into it.  She told us
everything I would have to do and asked me if I could do it, and I said I
could.  Finally, she said yes.  Then she went to a closet and got Joe's
old sleeping bag and some blankets and pillows, and we made a place for
me to sleep right next to his bed.

"Joe, you need to go to the bathroom before you go to sleep," she said.

"Okay.  But I know how to do it.  Please."  Joe sounded like he was
embarrassed.  "I did it at the hospital, and the nurse was right there,
and that was bad enough."

She kissed him good night and told me to turn out all the lights and just
leave one lamp on dim when we went to bed.  And Joe motioned down to the
floor on the other side of the bed.  There was a kind of bottle there,
with a handle on it, and he asked me to get it for him.  It had an
opening in it, right under the handle.  I handed it to him.

"I have to use this to pee," he said.  "I can't get out of bed until
tomorrow, they said, and only if I feel like it.  If it hurts, I'm
supposed to go back to bed.  So I have to use this until then.  You'll
have to empty it for me."

When he pulled down the sheet, I saw he was wearing a t-shirt and his
briefs.  But under the t-shirt there was a big bandage on his side.  And
his skin was really dark, like he'd been painted with something.

"Looks pretty bad, huh?  That's what they did before they operated.  They
said it will wear off in a couple of days.  I'd show you where they took
it out, but I'm supposed to leave this bandage on until tomorrow."

He couldn't sit up very well, so I helped him pull his briefs down.  I
could see why he didn't want his mom to help.  He asked me to hold that
bottle thing by the handle, and he put his dick in the part with the
hole.  And then he started to pee.  It sure looked wierd, peeing in a
bottle. I didn't know there was a way to pee in bed.  Pretty cool.  I
took it into the bathroom and flushed it down the toilet.  Then I went
upstairs real quick to use the bathroom -- the downstairs one was his
mom's.

Joe was really sleepy when I came back down.  I just took off my clothes
righ there. I kept my t-shirt and briefs on.  I sat up on my knees right
next to Joe and we talked for just a little bit, and then we kissed
goodnight.  Not one of those long kisses, but just a couple of little
ones on the lips.  I went right to sleep.

The next morning Joe's mom came in to wake us.  While she was in the
kitchen, I helped Joe pee, then I emptied it into the toilet, and I peed,
too.  She brought in a TV tray so we could eat there.  Joe could have a
scrambled egg, so that's what I ate, too.  His mom propped him up with
some pillows and fed him the eggs.  Then she took me into the kitchen and
showed me where things were -- most of it I knew -- and how to get our
lunch ready in the microwave.  She told me not to use the stove.  My mom
would have said the same thing.

When we went back into the living room Joe was standing up, holding on to
the back of a chair.

"Joe! You're supposed to be in bed," his mom said.

"I'll get in bed, mom, but, please let me go upstairs to my own room.  I
can do it,  really."

She finally agreed.  I had to help him up the stairs, standing on one
side of him while he held onto the railing on the other side.  His mom
stood at the bottom of the steps, since she couldn't walk up because of
her hip.  When I got him in his bed and covered up, I went back down and
told her he was okay.  She reminded me about the phone numbers she'd
given me, and she went out to the car and left.

When I went back up to Joe's room, I suddenly felt kind of scared.  What
if something happened, what if something went wrong?  But I thought I
could do it.  When I asked Joe if he needed anything, he patted the bed
next to him.

"Just sit close, please?  It kind of hurts.  Maybe I shouldn't have tried
the stairs."

"Joe, what happened to your mom's hip?  Why is it like that?"

Joe was quiet a minute, then he said, "It was the accident, the one that
killed my dad.  She was in the car, too.  They put something in to make
her hip work okay."  He was quiet again for a minute.  "I was with a
babysitter."

"Do you remember him, Joe?  Your dad?"

"I...I'm not sure.  I was only five.  Sometimes I think I remember him."
He scooted up in bed a little, and he made a face because it hurt him to
do that.

I sat down and leaned over to give him a kiss on his cheek.  But I was a
little scared.  If it hurt, that wasn't good.  Maybe I should call his
mom.

"It's okay, Bobby," he said.  Sometimes I think he can read my mind.
"It'll go away in a little bit.  Can you read to me?"

I found one of his library books and read for a while.  When I looked up,
Joe was asleep.  I didn't know how long he had been asleep.  But that was
good, wasn't it?  I leaned over to make sure he was breathing okay.  But
he opened his eyes and grinned at me.

"Did I fall asleep?  I think maybe the medicine is still working.  Bobby,
I think I need to pee again."

I'd left the pee bottle downstairs, so I ran down to get it, and when I
got back up, Joe had pulled his t-shirt off and his briefs down.  He was
messing with the bandage over that place in his side.

"It's loose," he said.  "This side.  They said it should stay on until
tonight, but I don't know if it's going to last.  Hey, I really need to
pee, Bobby."

I moved to the side of the bed, and he told me to hold the pee bottle
close to his dick.  He stuck his dick in the hole, and I moved the bottle
a little closer; there was a place where a dick could go all the way in,
if it was big enough.  When he finished he kind of shook it a little in
the bottle.

When I got back from the bathroom, he asked me if I wanted to see where
they did the operation.  "I already looked." he said.  "It's not that
bad."

He pulled the big bandage away from the side where it had been loose and
opened it.  It was horrible.  There were black strings holding his cut
together, and the cut was kind of poofed out a little.  You could tell
there was some dried blood on it.  He told me they would cut the
stitches, the black string, when the cut would stay together by itself.

"Bobby, they didn't give me a bath before I left the hospital yesterday
morning.  They gave me one Thursday, but that's been a couple of days
ago..  You don't have to, but I'd feel a lot better if you could give me
a bath."

I didn't know how I could get him into the bathroom, but he told me that
they gave him a bath in bed.  He said he was embarrassed, too, because it
was a nurse who did it.  But she let him take a washcloth and wash his
dick and balls under the sheet.  He told me what to get out of the
kitchen, and I brought everything upstairs.

I put warm water in one large plastic bowl, and that was to rinse with.
I put hot water in another bowl, and that was to wash with.  I got soap
out of the bathroom and two towels and two washcloths from the closet
downstairs.  Then I took Joe's briefs off.  That mound of bandage where
the cut was seemed big to me, but Joe said I didn't have to wash there.

I washed his face while he smiled at me.  I got behind his ears, too.
Then I did his neck.  Then he carefully rolled over on his side, the way
they did it in the hospital, the other side from the bandage.  I washed
his back all the way down, and then I washed his ass.  I wasn't sure I
should, but I rubbed the washcloth just a little bit into his crack.
Then I did his legs, the back of them.  And each time after I washed
something, I used the other washcloth to rinse him off.  Then I dried off
his backside.

When he rolled back over so he was lying on his back, his dick was hard!
He said it was okay, so I washed his arms, including his pits, and then I
got his chest.  When I rubbed the cloth over his nipples, he moaned a
little.

"Did you do that for the nurse?" I teased.

"No," he said with a grin.  "And I asked them if you could wash me
instead of her, but they said no."  We laughed, but he had to stop
because it was hurting his side.

Then I washed his legs.  I was saving the best for last.  And he knew
it.  By the time I dried his legs, his dick had a little drop of his
precum on the lips.  I wanted so much to lick it.  So I did.  He moaned,
and he asked me to keep going.

"But I can't do that, Joe.  If you cum... Your whole belly clenches up
when you cum.  That would make you hurt more.  I'm not going to do that,
Joe."

"Oh, Bobby, I wanted to jack off so bad, especially last night with you
there sleeping on the floor right next to me.  I really want to cum.
But, you're right. Maybe it would that hurt.  Oh, fuck, Bobby, how long
is it going to be before I can cum?"

"I don't know, Joe."  I'd never thought of that.  The truth is that last
night, after Joe had gone to sleep, I reached down into my sleeping bag,
pulled my briefs down, and jacked off.  I knew there wouldn't be anything
to clean up, since I don't cum yet.  But I knew what happens in your
belly when you cum, dry or for real.  I shivered to think how much it
might hurt.

I just pretended I couldn't hear his moaning while I washed and rinsed
his dick and balls.  There was precum on the towel when I dried him.
When he was all dry, I leaned over him to kiss him, and this time we did
one of those deep and wet kisses.  He put his arm around my neck, and we
kissed a long time

"I love you, Bobby," he said, and I realized that was the first time he'd
said that to me for several days.  So, I kissed him again and told him I
loved him, too.

At lunchtime I went down to the kitchen and put the soup in the
microwave, then carefully carried it upstairs.  I'd brought up one of the
TV trays for me, and I propped Joe up, like we did for breakfast and fed
him the soup.  I spilled a little from the spoon, but not very much.  We
talked a little, and then I read to him some more, and he fell asleep
again.  I fell asleep in the chair, too, for a little bit.

When his mom came home after work, she wanted to come upstairs to see how
Joe was doing.  "I know you've done a good job taking care of him today,
Bobby, but I just want to see him.  I'm a mother," she shrugged and then
laughed.  I asked if I could help her up the stairs, but she said there
was a special way she did it.  She had to go up one step at a time, then
turn a certain way because of her hip, then she went up the next step.
It took a long time.  And I could tell that it hurt.

She went into Joe's bedroom and gave him a kiss on the forehead.  She
checked the bandage and saw that one side of it was really loose, but she
decided to leave it on for one more night.  She took his temperature,
too.  I guess it was okay.  Then she told me I had done a good job, and
that made me feel good.

"Can he stay tonight, mom?  Please?  I'd feel better if he was up here
with me."

She talked to my mom again, and I got to stay a second night.  I read to
him for a while after supper, then I helped him pee, and I went
downstairs to get the sleeping bag and my stuff.  When I got back up, he
said he wanted me to sleep in the bed with him.  He said it would be
okay, he really wanted me to.  I pulled the sheet down and saw that he
was naked, and he smiled.

"We can't do anything, Joe.  I don't want to hurt you."

"No, just sleep next to me.  I just want you close, Bobby."

So I got naked, too, and crawled into bed with him.  We didn't need the
sheet because it was warm upstairs, and I just lay there, propped up on
my elbow, running my fingers over his hair and stroking his chest.  We
kissed again, and I fell asleep with my arm over him.

It was Wednesday before his mom would let him come back to school, and
she didn't want me to miss school to stay with him.  Since I had to go to
school, she got a lady from down the street to stay while she went to
work  He said he'd be okay, because on Sunday night, after I left, he'd
gotten out of bed and walked to the bathroom.  It sure felt funny going
to school and knowing Joe wasn't there.

Mom and I picked him up for school Wednesday -- there was no way he could
ride a bicycle for a while.  We went in the back door, where there aren't
any steps, and he walked all right.  For lunch, mom had packed us some
sandwiches so we wouldn't have to walk to the Dairy Bar.

We were walking to the gym, where kids who bring lunch eat, and that
Brent walked up to us.  "I hear you hurt, fucker.  Hurt more."  And he
hit Joe in the belly!  Joe yelled and fell back against the lockers.

I don't really remember even thinking I would do it, but my fist was only
about an inch away from that fucker's balls when a hand grabbed my fist
from the back and stopped my swing.  It was Mr. Bailey.

"Stop!  Brent, get yourself to the office and wait for me!  Don't even
think of going anyplace else!"

I was kneeling down by Joe already, and Mr. Bailey told Joe to lie back
on the floor.  He pressed real lightly on Joe's belly.

"We'll get you to the nurse.  I'm going to help you get up, and if
anything hurts, you just lie back down again.  Understand?"  He told me
to come with them.

He picked Joe up and carried him like a baby to the nurse's room.  She
had him lay Joe down real carefully on a bed, and she pulled up his shirt
and pressed around his cut.

"He didn't hit me there," Joe said.  "I saw his fist coming and got my
arm under it in time to raise it up a little.  He hit me up here; that's
what knocked the wind out of me."  And he pushed a little at his chest,
right up under the ribs.

The nurse felt him all over around there and said nothing was broken,
but a rib could be cracked.  The big bandage was off, and the cut looked
awful.  But the nurse said it wasn't bleeding, and that was good.  She
was going to call Joe's mom so she could take him back to the hospital
for an X-ray.  I told her I would stay and go with them, but Mr. Bailey
said I needed to go to class.  I hated to leave Joe, but he told me it
would be all right.

Mr. Bailey walked behind me out the door, and then turned me around.  I
looked down, because I didn't want him to see the tears in my eyes.  "I
was coming down the hall, Bobby, and I saw the whole thing.  You don't
need to tell me what happened.  You let me take care of this.  And,
Bobby, if something like that ever happens again, it doesn't help anybody
for you to take a swing."  He raised my head with his hand, and I don't
know if he saw any tears.  "It's going to be all right, Bobby."

I walked to Joe's after school, and they had just gotten back from the
hospital.  Nothing was broken, and the doctor who operated on him looked
at his side and said everything was okay.

"Thank you for being there, Bobby," his mom said.  "Why would a boy just
hit someone like that?"

"I don't know.  He's not very nice, not to anybody.  But Mr. Bailey said
he would take care of it."

The next day at school we heard that Brent couldn't come back to school
anymore until summer, when he'd have to try to make up enough to get into
high school the next year.  Joe said it serves the fucker right, but I
thought they should put him in jail.  But we never saw him again.  Right
before school was out, we heard that Brent's family had moved to another
town.  They could have him.

I didn't stay at Joe's that Friday, because his mom said he really needed
to rest.  But I went over to his house every day so we could do homework
together, and he had some to make up because he'd missed school.  He
looked a lot better, and he showed me the cut.  It looked better, too,
and then on Friday after school his mom took him to hospital and they cut
the stitches out.

I stayed at Joe's the next Friday, though, but when we went to bed I
didn't think he should roll around or anything.  He looked a lot better,
and he showed me the cut; it looked better, too, but he didn't want me to
press on it.  He raised up his head and put it down on my chest.  I love
stroking his hair.  He played with my nipple a little.

"Bobby, I jacked off last night.  It hurt a little, but not a lot."

"It didn't hurt too much?  Joe, are you sure...  Okay, we'll make love,
but we're going to do it my way, okay?  If we don't do it my way, then
we're not going to do it.  I don't want you to hurt more."

He rolled on his back, and I leaned down to kiss him.  "Okay," he said.

So I told him to suck me first so I could make love to him.  I got on my
knees, with a knee on each side of him, so my dick was right at his
mouth.  He grinned.  "O fuck, Bobby, I've sure missed this dick."

He must have, too, because he started sucking me like he hadn't sucked a
dick for months.  I was in his mouth so fast I had to put my hands out on
the pillow to keep from falling on him.  I looked down beneath me to
where his head was, and I could see my dick sliding in and out of his
mouth.  Oh, that looked so sexy, my dick moving in and out of his mouth
like that.  He moved one arm around so he could play with my balls, too,
and I had to throw my head back to keep from screaming, it felt so good.
His other hand went around to my ass, and he slid it into my crack.  He
played with my hole, moving his finger around and around.  It didn't take
long.  I'd played with my dick every night while he was sick, but I was
so hard it was like my dick had been waiting months.

I moaned when he licked all around my dickhead with my cock still in his
mouth, at the same time he was rubbing my hole.  He made my dick make
circles in his mouth, rubbing along the side of his cheeks.  It was so
smooth and hot there!  I felt it when he squeezed my balls just a little
bit, that feeling starting in my belly.  He must have known, because he
started sucking really fast, and my dick felt like it was so big it would
push his mouth open.  I made that sound in my throat, the one that means
I just can't do anything but explode, and I felt my dick jerk around in
him, hitting his tongue and his cheeks... Oh Joe...

I couldn't stay up any longer when my dick was done, but I was really
careful not to hit him in the wrong places when I fell on him.  I got my
legs away so I wouldn't hurt his cut, but I left my head on his chest.
That's the most perfect place in the world when I've had a nice dry cum
-- his chest.  We just lay there for a while, and he finally whispered,
"Bobby, you taste so good.  And I needed you so much.  Thank you."

He thanked me?  I'm the one who should thank him!  I raised up to his
lips and kissed him, and he put his hand behind my head to keep me there
for a little bit.  When we pulled apart, I whispered in his ear, "I love
you, Joe.  I love you so much."

I stayed that way for a while, and then I raised up again.  "Okay, Joe,
I'm going to make love to you.  But you have to stay on your back and
don't even try to move.  I don't want you to hurt more.  You do nothing,
hear?  I'm doing it all."

"What's that grin about?" he asked.

"I hope you like this, Joe.  I know I'm going to," and I leaned down for
another kiss.  He started to put his arms around me.  "No, you don't!  No
touching.  It's the rule."

His arms slid off and he spread them wide on the bed, grinning up to me.
I started with lots more little kisses, on his forehead and cheeks, on
his ears and neck.  I even kissed the inside of his ear, and he giggled
and shivered a little.  Then I kissed all over one shoulder, then the
other.  Real slowly.  Then I went back to the first shoulder and licked
it, and I moved my tongue down to his armpit, too.  Then I kissed all
over his chest, everywhere except his nipples.  I kissed almost halfway
down to his belly, but I didn't want to get too close to the cut.

Then I moved back up so I could play with his nipples.  First, I just
blew on them a little.  That made them even more little and hard.  I
liked the little sounds he was making.  I kissed the nipple so I just
barely touched that little hard round part in the middle, and then I
licked it all over.  I moved my tongue all around his nipple and the skin
around it, and he was moaning now.  I flicked my tongue over his nipple
and then started to suck on it.  He was pressing his chest into me, like
me wanted me to bite it off!

I felt his hand on my back.  So I stopped, and without even raising my
head, I said, "No hands!"  And as soon as his hand pulled away, I started
sucking his nipple again.  I didn't want to hurt him, but I let my teeth
brush against it a little bit, and I knew from the sounds he made he
liked it.  And all the time my fingers had been playing with his other
nipple.

I raised up a little and just looked at him a minute.  His eyes were
closed, and his chest was moving as he breathed real deep.  He is so
beautiful.  And sexy.  I moved to the other nipple then, breathing on it
a little bit, then kissing just the hard middle.  I licked all over and
around it, then I flicked my tongue against it.  I knew that always made
me get goose bumps and that it would him, too.  Then I sucked it.  Slowly
and just a little, then I did like it was a cock and started sucking him
faster and a little harder.  He was making sounds in his throat, and I
could feel his chest moving when he made them.

After I raised up and looked at him a little more, I scooted down,
separated his legs, and got between them.  I started kissing his
right thigh with real light, little kisses.  His skin is so soft and
smooth.  I kissed as much as I could reach with my mouth, from the
outside to the inside, and then I licked the inside.  He started
whispering, "Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck."  But I kept away from his dick
and balls.  I scooted down a little more and kissed the rest of his leg,
from the knee all the way down to the ankle.  When I got to his ankle, I
remembered something, and I moved back up to his knee.  I raised it up
and pushed it out just a little so I could lick right underneath, on the
back side of his knee.  I knew he liked me to rub his leg there, and I
figured if he liked me rubbing there, then he'd like me kissing there.  I
could hear that he did, with his sounds.

Then I moved to his right thigh, and did everything there the same way.
He started talking a little again, like he was talking to himself, but he
was saying my name over and over again.  And when I got to the inside of
his thigh, he opened his leg a little farther so I could lick more.  I
got really close to his balls, but I didn't touch them.  And with his leg
open like that, I could reach the back of his knee easier.  And after I
finished, from the knee to the ankle, I just sat back and looked.  Some
of his skin was wet in the light from the little lamp on the table.  It
was wet from my tongue.

I though about something for a minute, and then I decided to do it.  We
hadn't taken a shower that night, we were so anxious to get into bed, but
it wouldn't be bad or anything.  It was Joe.  So I raised up his right
foot, and I started kissing it.  I saved his toes for last.  I don't know
that I'd ever paid much attention to his toes.  Toes look kind of funny
when you look at them real close.  I started with the big toe and kissed
it at the end, then I opened my mouth and started to suck on it.  Joe's
eyes flew open.  He looked at what I was doing, and then put his head
back down.  He almost sounded like he was purring!  I sucked on that toe
for a little bit, then I moved to every other toe on his foot.  Then I
licked the sole of his foot with one big, long lick, and he gasped out
loud.

Then it was time for the left foot.  I did it exactly the same way, only
maybe I spent a little longer on each toe because he liked it so much.
When I had finished sucking them, I put his feet down and crawled up
between his legs again.  I raised my hands to the top part of his thighs,
and with both hands at the same time I slowly stroked down his thigh to
his knee.  Then I decided I wanted to kiss a little closer to his dick.

I leaned in and kissed his belly next to where his dick lay, then on the
other side, without touching his dick.  I saw precum where it had dripped
from his cock, and I licked it up, but I bumped his dick a little.  I
kissed all the way down next to his cock, and it started twitching
around.  I know it wanted in my mouth.  Not yet.  Then he raised his hand
and put it to my head.

"No, Joe," I whispered.  "If you touch me again I'll sleep on the floor,
I swear I will."

He made a whimpering sound like a little baby and lay his arm back onto
the bed, and he made a fist.  I started kissing again, and I pushed his
leg out a little so I could kiss that place where his thigh is right next
to his balls.  I could feel his balls on my cheek, but I just left them
alone.  Then I moved to the other side and did the same thing.

"Bobby... Sweetheart...can't take it...any more."

Well, he would have to, because I wasn't done yet.  I kissed the base of
his cock where it meets his balls, but real quickly, then I scooted down
so my tongue could reach as far back to the underside of his balls as it
could go, right in the middle.  And I licked all the way up, pulling the
balls up until they fell back down when I got to the front, and I kept
licking all the way up his balls to the base of his cock.  I loved the
taste of his balls.  The skin is so smooth and hot.

I did that again, once on each side of his balls, and then I just licked
his balls all over, around and around.  He was groaning and moaning and
pushing his balls at me.  So I sucked just a little bit on one of them,
then on the other.  Then it was time for his cock.

I started my tongue at the base of his cock, right at his balls, and I
licked slowly all the way up.  I didn't get to the dickhead, though,
because his cock jumped so much it got away from me.  But I didn't want
to touch him except with my tongue and lips.  So I kissed at his cock.
It was wiggling around so much sometimes I missed.  I went down to the
base again, though, and this time I sucked.  His cock was right there
between my lips, and I just kept sucking.

"Oh fuck Bobby... oh let me do it... oh god... fuck yes... oh yes... let
me... Bobby..."

I sucked slowly up the shaft of his cock, and I could feel that tube in
there pulsing.  I still didn't want to touch him with my hands, just my
mouth, so I moved right up to his dickhead.  It felt so hard against my
lips when I sucked it in, and there was so much precum it slipped in real
fast.  I knew he was going to cum.

I just sucked one time, and his cock jerked in my mouth real hard.  I
could feel his cum hit the back of my throat so hard I almost gagged, but
I didn't.  I sucked again, but I don't think I needed to.  It was like
his cock wasn't Joe, it was just Cock, and it was going to do what it
wanted to.  I felt a little more of his hot cum, but I didn't swallow
yet.  I think maybe some cum was still oozing from his cock.

Then I swallowed, so I had more to swallow.  I moved it around in my
mouth first.  We'd talked about it, and we couldn't decide what it tasted
like.  Maybe it didn't taste like anything else at all.  Maybe it just
tasted like cum.  But we both decided we liked it.  I hoped that when I
could finally cum he'd like the taste of mine.

His cock stopped jumping around so much, and I started licking him off.
Joe was still moaning.  First I sucked just a little more to get out
anything that might still be in there, then I pulled him out of my mouth
and cleaned him.  I pulled myself up and lay on the pillow next to him.
He was still breathing hard, but he moved his hand over, and we held
hands.

"Oh, my god, Bobby," he finally said.  "What did you do to me?  Damn,
your lips and tongue all over me, everywhere -- I don't know if I've ever
been turned on so much."

That made me happy.  When he turned his face to me, we kissed on the
lips, just a little.  Then he closed his eyes and smiled.  I think he
went to sleep right away.  I didn't want to wake him up, but I raised up
a little bit to pull the sheet up over us, then I snuggled close to him.
I kissed him on the cheek -- he is so beautiful when he sleeps -- and
then I went to sleep, too.

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Here are other stories of mine posted at Nifty, the date of the posting,
and the section where you'll find them.

"Brian and Benny" - Oct 18 2006 - High School; "Two Nights with Ronnie" -
Oct 27 2006 - High School; "An Afternoon at the Airport" - Nov 2 2006 -
Adult/Youth; "A Sweet Little Pecker" - Nov 10 -
Adult/Youth