Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2005 20:24:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alex Gets Educated - Chapter 10

DISCLAIMER:  The following story is FICTIONAL.  It contains descriptions
of sexual  activities between teenage boys.  If you are not over 18 years
of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this
material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT!  If you
choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it!

			    Alex Gets Educated

	   Chapter 10 - New Beginnings - Alex's Story - Part II

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As Vincent stood staring down at the computer screen that displayed the
history of his Google searches starting with the letters "Ga", the
redness of his face darkened, until he was almost purple.  His eyes began
to look watery, and his lower lip began to tremble a little.

It was obvious to me from all the selections that showed up in the
history: "Gay", "Gay Porn", "Gay Pictures", "Gay Sex", "Gay Fetish", and
several other such titles, that Vincent must have had at least some
curiosity about homosexuality.

From the look on his face though, after he saw that I'd discovered what
he had been surfing for, it looked to me like he might actually be gay,
and was extremely embarrassed, maybe even a little scared, because I'd
discovered his secret.

By accident, my left finger clicked the mouse button, as the cursor was
sitting on "Gay Pictures", and the screen filled with a list of sites to
select from.  I noticed that many of them indicated by their highlighted
color that they'd been viewed previously.

"What're you doing?  Why are you searching for gay stuff?" Vincent asked
suddenly, sounding a little frantic.  His face looked extremely guilty.

"Me???" I said, a little miffed that he was trying to say I was the one
who'd brought up all the gay sites.  "Vincent!  I haven't used your
computer to search for hardly anything yet!  I just got started.  I was
just starting to search for a gazatteer for Tibet, like we're supposed to
do.  All I entered was 'Ga' in the Google search, and the history of all
the terms searched for previously that start with 'Ga' popped up.  They
were all 'gay' this and 'gay' that.  And there were a LOT of them!  So...
either you, or someone else has been looking all these things up!"

"Well... it wasn't me," Vincent cried, looking a little frantic then too.

Eddie, who'd been napping in his cage, must've been startled by Vincent's
outburst, as he woke up, let out a squawk, and ruffled his feathers.
Neither of us paid attention to him.

"Well... who was it then?  You told me earlier that this PC was a gift,
and it was new when you got it, and that nobody used it but you," I said,
somewhat accusatively, still a little ticked he was trying to blame me.

Vincent's entire body began to tremble, and he suddenly looked ready to
burst into tears.  I felt sorry for him then as I realized how
embarrassed he had to be, and how scared he probably was, because he
didn't know that I was gay too.  I realized if the shoe was on the other
foot, and he'd caught me surfing for gay porn, I'd have felt the same
way, and been desperate to blame anyone else for having been looking up
gay sites too.  I realized I was making it a lot harder on him than I
should've, and felt ashamed of myself.

I stood up, looked directly at Vincent, and put my hand on his shoulder.
He looked guiltily at me.  I could see he was about to start crying.
Just as I was about to speak, he spun around, so he was facing away from
me.

"Hey!" I said, softly, putting my hand back on his shoulder and giving
him a squeeze.  "It's OK with me if you're gay!"

I felt Vincent's body flinch as, from his cage, Eddie mimicked, "It's
OK!  It's OK!"

I felt a quick smile cross my face, but forced myself to lose it.

After a moment, Vincent said in a shaky voice, "I'm not gay!"

I stepped around in front of him and looked into his eyes.  They had a
pleading look in them, and were full of tears.

"Look," I said.  "A straight guy might pull up a gay site or two out of
curiosity.  But, he'd never search for, and view as many gay sites as
have been looked at on your PC.  I'm serious Vincent - It's OK with me if
you're gay!  You can tell me!"

"It's OK!  It's OK!" Eddie squawked again.

Vincent just stared silently at me for a moment, then a tear broke from
his left eye and trickled down his cheek.

"W-why would you want to be friends with a gay guy?" he asked me.

He hadn't admitted he was gay yet, but the inferrence was there.

"Because I'm gay too!" I said, praying Vincent really was gay and would
finally admit it.

A look of confusion crossed Vincent's face.

"It's OK!" Eddie squawked again.

After a moment, Vincent wiped his eyes with his hands and looked at me in
a scrutinizing way.  I smiled slightly in a hopeful way and squeezed his
shoulder again.

"Really?" he asked, in a slightly incredulous tone.

"Yeah," I said, still smiling hopefully.  I could feel my face warm up a
little, as I too felt a little embarrassed now.  "So... you are too,
right?"

Vincent peered carefully at me.  I got the impression he was trying to
see if I was lying.

A moment later, he confirmed that that was what he was thinking when he
said, "I'll kill you if you're just bull-shitting me to get me to admit
it!"

I chuckled and said, "I promise, I'm not bull-shitting you.  So... ARE
you gay too?"

Vincent looked at me for a moment longer, then nervously, he nodded
slightly.

I felt a little relieved myself, as I grinned at him and said, "Awesome!"

"Awesome!  Awesome!" Eddie squawked.

I burst out laughing at Eddie, and even Vincent smiled too.

Still smiling, Vincent said, "I can't believe it!  I was so afraid you
were trying to trick me!"

"I can understand why you might think that," I said, "but, I wouldn't do
that!"

"I know that now," Vincent said.

"Sorry for giving you such a hard time at first," I said.  "I didn't mean
to.  It was just an automatic response when you tried to blame me for the
searches."

"It's OK," Vincent said.  "And I'm sorry too about not trusting you, and
for trying to blame you!"

"It's OK!  It's OK!" Eddie squawked from his cage.

"No need to be sorry," I said, smiling.  "So... how long have you known
you're gay?"

"I don't know.  I guess I always kind of knew," Vincent said.  "Well...
at least ever since I knew what it meant to be gay.  I've always liked
looking at guys.  I just can't help myself from wondering what they look
like naked.  I never look at girls or think about them that way.  How
long have you known."

"I guess I'm like you.  I've always felt attracted to guys and not girls,
but until I knew what being gay is, I didn't realize that's what I was
either," I said.

"So... have you ever done anything with anyone?" Vincent asked shyly.

Grinning I said, "Yeah."

"Really?" Vincent asked, incredulously.  "Um... it was with a boy,
right?"

"Yeah," I said, snickering.

"Well... like what kind of things have you done?" he asked, suddenly
extremely curious.

Still chuckling, I said, "Everything.  You know.  Touching, sucking,
fucking... everything there is to do!"

"HOLY SHIT!" Vincent burst out, staring at me incredulously.  "You've had
a blow job?  And you've fucked???"

"Holy Shit!  Holy Shit!" Eddie squawked.

I laughed hysterically then.

Vincent laughed along with me.

"I love your bird's vocabulary!" I said, when I could finally speak
again.

"Yeah, he's pretty cool!" Vincent said, still chuckling.

"Anyway," I said.  "To answer your question, I've done some things."

I felt my face begin heat up a little again, as I smiled shyly at
Vincent.

"Wow!" Vincent said.

"So... I guess you haven't ever done anything with anyone then?" I asked.

Vincent blushed again then too, and looked down at the floor, as he shook
his head "no".

"That's OK.  I expect I've done more than most guys our age have," I
said.

"It's OK!  It's OK!" Eddie muttered.

"But... who'd you do it with?  And when?" Vincent asked.

I hesitated a moment and said, "Well... it was with a friend, you don't
know him though.  And... We've been doing it regularly for a while now!"

"REGULARLY????  You have sex all the time?" he cried, sounding
incredulous again.

Frightened by Vincent's outburst, Eddie let out a squawk.

Grinning at first, but then losing my smile as I thought about the fact
that Jon wasn't home now, and we weren't having sex regularly anymore, I
said, "Well, we used to.  But, he's away now, so we don't right now."

"So, are you two boyfriends then?" Vincent asked.

Again I hesitated for a minute.  I'd never really analyzed Jon's and my
relationship in an effort to label what we were to each other.  As I
thought about it I realized, even though I loved him, and I knew he loved
me, it wasn't really romantic love I felt for Jon, and I didn't think it
was that way for him either.  I wasn't sure how to categorize us, but we
really weren't a couple.  Sadly I replied "no, I guess we're not!"

"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't be prying," Vincent said, sensing my obvious
sadness.

"Thanks.  It's OK.  I do miss him a lot though," I said.

"It's OK!  It's OK!" Eddied crowed.

"What happened?  Did he move away?" Vincent asked.

"No... well... sort of, but not really," I said.  I hadn't wanted to tell
Vincent Jon was older than me, but seeing the look of confusion on his
face after I'd stumbled through my reply, I realized more questions would
be forthcoming.

"He's away at school right now," I said, before Vincent could ask.

"Holy shit!  You're doing it with a college student?" he asked, looking
and sounding incredulous again.

I felt myself blushing again, as I said, "Well... yeah."

"Wow!" Vincent said, looking impressed.  "Bet you learned a lot from him,
huh?"

Smiling and blushing a little deeper, I said, "yeah."

"H-he didn't force you into having sex with him, did he?" Vincent asked,
suddenly looking a little apprehensive.

"NO!" I said, laughing and grinning.  "Trust me, I wanted him just as bad
as he wanted me!"

Vincent grinned then too.

Neither of us spoke for a minute then.  We just sat looking at each
other, lost in our own thoughts.

As I looked at Vincent, my gaze fell to his crotch.  I smiled when I
noticed that his jeans had a large bulge in the crotch.  Immediately, I
felt my own dick begin to expand as well.

"So... are you a virgin by choice?" I asked, looking up at Vincent's
face.

He looked back at me and blushed profusely.

"Hell no!" he said, smiling ruefully, but looking embarrassed.

"Hell no!  Hell no!" Eddie squawked, and started hopping about in his
cage squawking.

We both laughed hysterically again at the bird's antics.

Once we'd calmed down again, Vincent said, "Believe me! If anyone had let
me know they wanted to have sex with me, I'd have jumped at the chance."

He blushed profusely then, as I grinned at him.

"A-assuming of course he was cute!" he added, turning even redder, and
blushing deeper.

I saw his eyes drop to my crotch then.

Smiling, I said a little uncertainly, "Well... am I cute enough for you?"

In my peripheral vision, I saw the bulge in Vincent's crotch give a
violent twitch.  At the same time his head snapped up and he looked at
me.  His look had changed swiftly to one of nervousness, yet I could see
he was also extremely aroused as well.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," I said.  "It's just... I got the
idea maybe you wanted to.  And I can see you're horny, like me!  But,
seriously -  we don't have to do anything if you don't want to.  I -"

"Shut up already!  I want to!" Vincent blurted, interrupting me.

"Shut up!  Shut up!" Eddie chirped.

We both laughed.

When we got serious again, Vincent blushed and smiled shyly at me.  A
minute later though he suddenly looked very nervous again.

Smiling, I said, "I'm glad you want to.  So do I!  Um... we can do
whatever you want to do.  And we don't have to do anything you don't want
to do.  And, we can take it as slow as you want.  OK?"

Looking slightly less nervous, Vincent smiled and said, "OK."

"Excellent!" I said, grinning, as my dick flexed with excitement.  "Why
don't we get undressed then?"

Immediately Vincent looked nervous again.  Chuckling and grinning, I
said, "Don't be nervous.  I'm not gonna hurt you or make fun of you if
you don't know how to do something.  I understand it's your first time!"

Although he blushed a bit deeper, Vincent smiled again too, and looked a
little relieved.

I got up and began to take my clothes off.  Vincent got up then and
dropped the cover over Eddie's cage.

"We don't need a noisy audience, he said, smiling nervously.

I grinned, as I unbuckled my belt.

Tentatively, Vincent started stripping too.

                *                       *                     *

Within less than a minute, both of us were stark naked, standing staring
at each other.  Even though we'd seen each other partially naked the
night before, and when we got up in the morning, and fully naked in the
school's locker room, it was different this time. This time, both of us
had full blown hardons, which were pointing straight at each other.
Vincent's was big, and quite nice looking.  I couldn't wait to get my
hands and mouth on it.  I knew I had to take things slowly though, so I
didn't scare him off.  He still looked nervous, and a little embarrassed
as well.

"You've got a great dick Vincent!" I said, smiling appreciatively.

Vincent's penis bobbed, as it flexed slightly, and he grinned and said,
"You do too!  You're huge!"

"Actually, I think we're pretty close in size," I said, smiling.

He smiled back at me.

"So... what do we do?" he asked a moment later, blushing a bit, as he
continued looking at me.

Smiling I said, "What would you like to do?  You wanta start with blow
jobs?"

"OK," he said, smiling nervously.

I stepped over to him and reached down and wrapped my hand around his
throbbing member then.

"Oh!" he gasped, his eyes widening.

I smiled.

"Nobody's ever touched me there before," he said, his eyes still large.

"Do you mind that I am?" I asked, not 100% sure he was really OK with
it.

"You can feel it all you want!" He said, grinning and blushing deeper.
"It feels great!"

I smiled, as I felt his hand wrap around my dick then.

"Nice touch," I said, as he began kneading my penis, like I was doing to
him.

"Thanks," he replied, smiling.  "You too!"

After a minute of feeling each other, I decided we'd better get to
business, before one of us blew our load, just from stroking each other.

Releasing Vincent's dick, I said.  "Why don't you lie down on the bed
then, and let me show you all about blow jobs?"

"OK," Vincent said, a little breathlessly.

He let go of me and stepped over to his bed.  He laid down on it on his
back, with his lower legs hanging over the edge of it from his knees
down, and his feet planted on the floor.

Stepping over to him, I pushed his knees a bit further apart and knelt
down on the floor between his feet.  His cock was just inches from my
face.  It was beautiful!  It was cut and looked to be about seven to
eight inches long.  It was of average girth, and virtually unblemished.
Hard, it stuck straight out from his body.  Because he was lying down, it
was laying flat against his belly, pointing up at his face.  The base of
it was nestled in a thick bush of brown curly pubic hair.

As my eyes traveled back up the underside of his stiff shaft, I noticed
that Vincent was looking down at me.  He was smiling slightly, but looked
a little uncertain about what was going to happen.  He also looked very
aroused though as well.  His mouth opened and his breathing became
heavier as my hot breath touched his scrotum, which hung loosely behind
the base of his penis.  As I exhaled, the few hairs growing out of the
silky smooth skin of his sack blew about slightly.  He smiled nervously
at me, as his testicles, which were of average size, drew up toward his
body for a moment, then relaxed, dangling comfortably again.

"OK," I said, smiling back at him.  "Lay back now and relax.  I promise,
you'll love this!"

Vincent flashed me another quick smile, then he swallowed and lowered his
head back into his hands, which were clasped behind him.

I surveyed the rest of Vincent's body for a moment.  There wasn't an
ounce of fat on him.  And, his silky, unblemished skin stretched smoothly
over his frame.  He had no body hair, except for his pubic hair, and a
small tuft in each armpit.  I smiled, knowing I'd get around to checking
his pits out eventually.  For some reason I always found guy's armpits
sexy.  He also had tiny, pert nipples, that due to his arousal were
sticking out in tiny points.  I knew I'd get around to nibbling on those
too.

Vincent squirmed slightly, and I realized he was probably getting
impatient.  So, smiling, I returned my attention to his cock.  As I took
it in my hand, I heard Vincent's breath catch.  When, I held it up
straight, I noticed that the edges of his piss slit looked a little
moist, as if he were just beginning to emit some pre-cum.  Still smiling,
I wrapped my hand fully around his shaft, causing Vincent to sigh
slightly.

"oh!" he gasped softly, as I lowered my mouth toward him, and gently
began licking around his glans.

"That feels so good Alex," he said, softly.

Glancing up, I saw he was looking down at me again, smiling.  I smiled
too, as I continued licking the head of his cock like it was a lolly
pop.  Gently, and slowly, I began moving my hand up and down,
masturbating him as well.

"Mmmmm!" he moaned softly, laying his head down again, and closing his
eyes.

As I licked directly over his piss slit, I tasted the faint essence of
his pre-cum.  My own dick pulsed in reaction.

I decided after a half minute or so to take things up a notch or two, and
on one of my downward strokes, I opened my mouth and slid my lips down
over the entire length of Vincent's rigid shaft, as I slid my hand off of
it.

"OH Goddd!" he cried out in that tone of ecstatic awe a boy uses only
once in his life - when a warm, soft, wet mouth finally envelops his
manhood for the very first time.

Glancing upward, I saw that as I'd expected, his head had snapped up to
look down at me again.  The look on his face matched his tone.  His eyes
were open wide, as if in surprise, and his mouth, was open, but formed
into a slight smile, and his overall expression was that of extremely
aroused pleasure.

Remembering how I'd felt the first time Jon's mouth had sucked my dick
in, I Smiled and slowly began sucking up and down his dick, rubbing my
tongue back and forth on the underside of it.

"OOOhhhhh fucckkk!!!" Vincent crooned, as I picked up the pace and began
administering a proper blow job to him.

"Awwwwwwwwwww!!!" he groaned, laying his head back again.

Within seconds he was breathing heavily through his mouth, and his cock
had flexed a few times.  The flavor of pre-cum grew stronger in my mouth
as well.

"This feels so fucking fantastic!" he gasped, after a half minute or so.

I continued sucking up and down the entire length of his rod, and soon,
his hips started to move up and down slightly, in a fucking motion.

I reached up with the middle finger of my right hand and wiped up some
saliva that had escaped my lips.  Then, I pressed my wet finger against
the lower portion of Vincent's ass crack.

"OHhh!" he cried, as I slid my finger between his cheeks, and gently
poked his tight pucker.

"What the fuck are you doing man?" he cried suddenly, half sitting up,
and looking down at me in alarm.

Smiling, I stopped sucking on him and pulled off his cock.

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you!  I promise it'll feel good!" I said.

"Well.... I'd rather you not play around with my butt!" he said, looking
worried.  "Expecially the hole!"

"I promise it won't hurt," I said.  "I'll just rub it a little.  It'll
make it feel really good.  I promise!"

Vincent looked dubiously at me for a moment.

"Well... just don't stick your finger all the way through it.  I don't
want anything shoved inside me!" he said, looking both worried and
embarrassed.

"OK," I said, smiling.

"I mean it.  OK?" he asked, still looking worried.

"I promise!" I said, smiling at him.  "Don't worry.  I'm not gonna do
anything to you that you don't want me to!"

"OK," Vincent said, still looking a little nervous, but a bit relieved.

"So lay back down already.  Relax and enjoy the ride!" I said, grinning.

Vincent smiled slightly, then laid his head back on his hands again.

His dick had started to soften as we'd discussed my fingering of his ass
hole, but I was able after only a few strokes up and down it with my
mouth, to get him stiff as a board again.  Shortly, as I sucked on his
cock, and tickled his anus with my fingertip, he began moaning again and
happily moving his pelvis up and down.  Shortly, I began tasting his
pre-cum again too.

After a minute had gone by, I could tell that Vincent's hips were moving
in a faster and more urgent way.  His breathing was heavier, and his
moans were more passionate.  His orgasm was obviously building up.  I
started sucking on him a bit faster and rougher.

"Aww... I'm gonna cum soon Alex!" Vincent cried shortly, his face
contorting slightly.

I began sucking harder and faster, and wrapped the index finger and thumb
of my left hand around the base of his dick, in his pubic hair and
started mastubating him as I continued sucking on him and rubbing his
hole.

Vincent's breathing became heavier and his hips began thrusting up and
down harder.

"Oh God!" he cried a few seconds later.  "I'm gonna cum Alex!"

Vincent's pelvis began literally thrashing about then, and his dick felt
like it was suddenly slightly larger in my mouth, if that was possible.

"ALEX!  Get off!  I'm gonna shoot!" he cried, sounding frantic.

Glancing up I saw his face was contorted in tense concentration, as he
tried to hold off his orgasm, which was obviously about to occur.
Involuntarily though, his hip motion sped up even more.  I began sucking
on his dick just a bit faster, and rubbing his asshole a little harder.
I knew it would be mere seconds before he blew.

"OOOOOOohhhhhhh!!!" he cried out suddenly a few seconds later, in what
sounded like a strangled gasp, combined with a squeal of joy.  At the
same time, the familiar, slightly salty, tangy flavor of semen filled my
mouth, as I felt a hot glob of mucousy fluid spurt forcefully from his
dick, and hit my tonsils.  I also felt his rosebud squeeze tightly shut
under my fingertip, as I continued rubbing it.

I continued pumping up and down his shaft with my mouth and fingers, and
massaging his anus with the tip of the middle finger of my other hand.

A second later, he groaned again with emotion, as he flooded my mouth
again with his salty tanginess.  Again, I swallowed.

"Awwwww!!!" he groaned, cumming once more a couple seconds later.

Vincent spasmed a few more times over the next few seconds.  Then, his
body finally relaxed, and he began breathing easier.  I took my hand from
his dick, and slowed my pace down considerably, but continued sucking on
him, and gently massaging his asshole, waiting for that last bit of cum
that I knew would ooze from his piss slit, in a final spasm of joy.  A
couple seconds later, his body trembled and tensed slightly, and a small
bit of semen oozed from his dick, coating my tongue.

"Mmmmmm..." he moaned, happily.

I sucked up and down him a couple more strokes, savoring his flavor,
until he was clean and dry.  Then I pulled off his dick, and slid my
finger from between his buttocks.

"Fuck that was awesome!" he murmured, staring down at me, grinning.

"Thought you'd like it!" I said, grinning.

"Like it?  I never felt anything like that before!" he gushed.  "It truly
was fucking awesome!"

I just grinned, as he smiled happily at me.

                     *                        *                        *

As Vincent's dick began to shrink, I got up and laid down on the bed next
to him.

"I see you're still horny," he said.  "Um... I wanta do you too, but..."

"But, what?" I asked, wondering suddenly if he was going to not want to
help me get off.

"Um... I don't know if I want you to cum in my mouth," he said, looking
embarrassed, and guilty.

"Oh!" I said, smiling and chuckling. "That's OK!  A lot of guys feel that
way."

"Really?" Vincent asked, looking surprised, but sounding relieved.

"Sure!" I said, not entirely certain how true that was, but not wanting
him to feel bad.  Besides, I was horny and needed to get off.  As long as
he sucked on me til I came, and finished me with a handjob at least, I
figured it'd be good.

"So, if you wanta try it, I'll tell you when I'm gonna cum, and you can
pull off, and finish me with a hand job," I said, hopefully laying the
groundwork for that.

"OK!" Vincent said, grinning, and sitting up.

I smiled, as he stood up off the bed and turned to face me, and I noticed
that his dick was still in a semi erect state, as if he were getting
excited again, just at the thought of sucking my dick.

Grinning, Vincent knelt down between my feet, then picked up my dick and
studied it.  He used his thumb to wipe off the pre-cum on the tip of it.
Then, he started licking the head, just like I did.

He stopped a moment later and said, "I can taste your pre-stuff a
little.  It's actually not that bad."

"Haven't you ever tasted your own cum?" I asked, a little surprised that
he didn't know what cum tasted like.

Vincent blushed.  Then, sounding a little embarrassed, he said, "I tried
it once.  I wasn't sure if I liked it or not though, so I didn't try it
anymore after that."

"Oh," I said.

Vincent went back to licking my dick then.  He also wrapped his hand
around my shaft and started pumping it up and down, like I'd done to
him.  He had a nice grip with his hand, and his tongue felt good too.  I
was so horny though, I wished he'd just get down to business and start
sucking on it properly!

As if my thoughts were telepathic, Vincent suddenly stopped jerking me
off and licking the head of my cock, and lowered his mouth slowly over my
dick, taking as much of it as he could, about half of it, into his
mouth.  A moment later he started sucking up and down, and after a few
strokes, he was taking a bit more of me into him.

It felt good, but I had to stop him after a few more strokes to explain
that he shouldn't rake my shaft with his teeth.  He looked disappointed
that I'd had to tell him how to do it right, so I told him not to sweat
it, that I'd done the same thing when I gave my first blow job too.  He
smiled a little, then went back down on me.  I didn't feel his teeth
anymore, and it felt a lot better!

"Oh yeah!  That's the way!" I said, smiling and reaching down to rub his
hair encouragingly.

He stopped to look up at me and grin, then quickly returned to sucking on
me.  I laid my head back on my hands then to enjoy his work.

Vincent copied what I'd done to him then, even to the point of moistening
his finger and rubbing my asshole with it, which surprised me, since he
was so anal-phobic about his own asshole.  He didn't seem to mind
fingering me though, and seemed to be a natural at giving pleasure, both
with his mouth, and with his hands.  Everything he did felt great!

All too soon, I felt my orgasm building up.  I began to thrust my hips
up and down gently off the bed a little, just like Vincent had done.  I
knew I was going to blow soon.  I wished Vincent would just let me cum in
his mouth, but I knew he wasn't ready for that yet.  I waited though to
tell him I was ready to shoot, until I was almost ready to blow.

Just before I was about to climax, I yelled, "OK!  Back off!  I'm gonna
shoot!"

Immediately, Vincent pulled off me.  Instantly though, he replaced his
mouth with his hand, which he slid up and down my saliva-slick cock.  His
hand action felt good too.

"Aaawwww!!!" I gasped a moment later, and I shot a long, thick rope of
cum straight up into the air.

"Fuck, you shoot a lot!" Vincent gasped, watching as my cum collapsed
backward, landing in a streak that went over his thumb, and my nut sack,
dick, pubic hair, and lower abdomen.

"MMmmm!!!" I grunted, firing another load a second later.  This time,
Vincent had tipped my cock back slightly, so that my cum shot out over my
torso and landed in a streak on my chest and belly.

"awwww!" I groaned, cumming again.

Vincent kept on pumping my cock, and rubbing my hole, as he intently
watched my ejaculations.  He kept on working on me, even after my orgasm
was over, until I told him to stop.

"whew!" he said, looking at my belly.  "You really do shoot a lot!"

Looking at him, I grinned at him, as I lay breathing heavily yet.

Vincent held his hand up and inspected the streak of my cum that had
landed on his thumb.  He smelled it, then to my surprise, he held it to
his lips and licked it from his thumb.

"Thought you didn't want my cum in your mouth?" I said.

Vincent blushed, and said, "Well... there wasn't a lot on my hand, and I
kinda felt like I wanted to see what your's tastes like.  It actually
isn't so bad.  I kinda like the after-taste.  Um... you think we'll do
this again later?"

Grinning, I said, "that depends on your parents, and when they come
home!"

"We got plenty of time in that case!  They're both gonna be gone a while
yet, and then they'll be out late tonight too!  And... you're spending
tonight again, and my rent's'll be gone all tomorrow too!" he said,
grinning.

I grinned back at him and said, "Our dicks are gonna be raw, and our
balls'll be aching by tomorrow afternoon I bet!"

Vincent looked at me grinning hugely.

Suddenly, he surprised me by leaning over, picking up my shrinking dick,
and licking my piss slit.

"It's weird," he said.  "I never liked the flavor of my own cum, but I
kinda like your's!  Next time I'm gonna let you blow your load in my
mouth!"

Grinning, I said, "Cool!"

                       *                   *                 *

Vincent joined me on the bed then, laying on his side, facing me.  I
rolled onto my side to face him too.  We laid next to each other talking
for a while.  Vincent was very excited over everything that had happened
between us.  I had to admit I was myself.  It wasn't long before Vincent
was sporting wood again.  Noticing this, I began to develop a semi
myself.

"Want me to suck you again?" he asked.

I grinned and said, "How about we suck each other?"

"Cool, you mean do a '69'?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"OK," he said.  "You ever do one before?"

Chuckling, I nodded.

"That was stupid, I suppose you've done them a lot," He said, sounding
dejected.

Grinning, I said, "Well... I know we've only sucked each other off once
so far, but I'd sure like to keep on 'doing things' with you all the time
now.  Of course - it's up to you though... if you want to too I mean.
But, if we do, soon you'll be able to say you've done it alot too."

Vincent grinned widely and said, "I was praying you'd say you wanted to
keep having sex after today!"

"I don't ever wanta stop!" I said grinning, as my dick flexed.

Vincent's grin got even wider.

"So... what'a we do to do a '69'?" he asked a moment later.

I told him to lay still, while I swung around, so we were still lying
next to each other on our sides, but with my feet facing in the direction
of his head, and his feet facing in the direction of my head, in the
classic '69' position.  As soon as I was comfortable, I reached for
Vincent's penis.

"Now we just relax and suck on each other!" I said.

With that, I began sucking on Vincent's cock, causing a moan of pleasure
from him.

Vincent didn't follow my lead right away.  As I glanced down at him to
see why, he smiled shyly at me and said, "Thanks for being so cool about
everything Alex!  I know I don't know anything about sex, and you're
being really nice to show me how to do everything, and not making fun of
me for not knowing how to do it."

I spit out his dick and smiled at him.

"No problem!  I'm having fun too ya know!" I said.

I popped his cock back in my mouth then, and resumed sucking on it.

He grinned then and went down on me too.

After a moment, I licked my middle finger, then reaching over his hip,
and down behind his ass, I slid it between his cheeks and began massaging
his rose bud.  He flinched at my initial touch, but a moment later he
relaxed.  Shortly, I felt his finger beginning to probe my most private
area too.  Smiling around his dick, as I continued sucking it, I raised
my knee up in the air and drew my foot toward my butt, resting it on the
bed.  This caused my cheeks to part a little, affording Vincent easier
access to my asshole.  Considering he seemed very skittish about me doing
anything to his asshole, I was surprised, but pleased, when he did the
same.

We laid together for almost five minutes, softly sucking each other, and
fingering each other's holes, before I finally felt my orgasm beginning
to build up.

As soon as I knew I was almost ready to cum, I pulled off Vincent and
warned him.  He kept on sucking on me though.  I told him a second time,
but he continued sucking on me.  I gave up then and went back to sucking
on him.

A minute later I'd reached my apex, and groaning, I blew my first load of
cum into Vincent's mouth.  He gagged slightly at first, but quickly
swallowed, and kept on sucking on me.  He continued sucking on me,
allowing me to ejaculate in his mouth, and swallowing each load of my
cum.

About halfway through my orgasm, Vincent moaned and sprayed the back of
my throat with his semen too.  I swallowed quickly, savoring the flavor
of his juice.

We continued sucking each other, and tickling each other's anuses, as we
spasmed several more times, blowing our cum down each other's throats!

After a while, my orgasm finished.  Vincent was still sucking on me
though, as his orgasm was just winding down.  I continued sliding my
mouth up and down his rod, until his orgasm had ended too, then I pulled
off him, and he pulled off me too.

"So, what'd you think of 69'ing?" I asked, smiling.

"Awesome!" Vincent grinned.

"And... I noticed you let me cum in your mouth, and didn't pull off after
the first mouthful.  What'd ya think of it?" I asked.

"It wasn't bad.  In fact, it was pretty nice.  Your jizz tastes pretty
good," Vincent said, smiling shyly.

"Well, thank you sir!" I said, grinning.

From then on, Vincent always swallowed my cum when he sucked me off.

                      *                    *                    *

As we lay naked on Vincent's bed, recovering from our '69', and
discussing what we might try next, we heard a car in the driveway.
Vincent leaped off the bed and peered out the side of the curtain.

"Shit! It's my mom already!" he exclaimed, turning, and frantically
grabbing for his jeans.

"Uh... those are my jeans!" I said, smirking at him, as he grabbed mine
by mistake.

"What?" he asked, absently.  Suddenly he realized what I'd said, and he
grinned stupidly and handed me my pants.

"Hurry and get dressed in case she comes up here," he hissed, turning
serious again, as we heard the door to the house open.

As quickly as we could, we both pulled our clothes on.  As we were
pulling on our shirts, we heard Vincent's mom call up to us.

"We'll be down in a minute!" Vincent hollered in reply.

"OK, I just wanted to let you know I was home," she called back.

"OK," Vincent hollered.

I grinned.  Vincent looked both relieved and annoyed though.

"Didn't have to rush afterall," he grumbled.

I chuckled, then said, "C'mon, let's go down anyway and see her a
minute.  She'll know we're not up to anything then."

"OK, but you better comb your hair first!" Vincent said.

Chuckling again, I told him he needed a comb too.

Quickly, we both shared Vincent's comb and fixed our hair.

As we turned to leave and go down stairs, Vincent pulled the cover off
Eddie's cage.

Immediately the bird squawked, "It's about time!  Brawk!"

I roared, and Vincent grinned.

"Did you teach him to say that on queue whenever he's uncovered?" I
asked.

Vincent nodded, smiling sheepishly.

"That's cool!" I said.

We left Vincent's bedroom then, and headed downstairs.  I was surprised
that the air in the hallway outside Vincent's room felt a bit cooler than
it had in his room.  It was amazing to think we'd worked up so much body
heat from our sex, that the air in his room felt hotter than it did in
the rest of the house.

                 *                    *                    *

Vincent's father came home shortly after we got downstairs.  Apparently
not wanting his parents to think we wanted to be up in his room all the
time, Vincent suggested aloud to me in front of them that we take a break
from working on our project and watch some TV.

His mom said that sounded like a good idea, and that she'd have dinner
ready soon.  I asked her if she needed us to help her, but she smiled and
told me I was sweet to offer, but to go relax, that she had things under
control.  So, Vincent and I went and watched some TV in the family room.

We sat on a couch next to each other watching a re-run of "Friends".
Occasionally, when Vincent was certain his parents weren't about to walk
in on us, his hand reached over and he groped my crotch.  Grinning, I'd
reach over and massage his too.  It's a good thing his parents didn't
walk in, because we both had rather obvious bulges in our pants!

By the time dinner was ready, about a half hour later, we were both so
horny, all we wanted to do was get back upstairs to Vincent's room to
have more sex!  I prayed he'd suggest after we'd eaten that we get back
to work on our project.

AS we sat at the rectangular dining room table eating a dinner of fried
chicken, mashed potatoes, and a vegetable medley, every so often,
Vincent, who was seated opposite me, would stretch his leg out and press
his foot between my legs, until his toes were rubbing my genitals.  The
first time he did it, I gasped and jumped with surprise, causing his
parents to wonder if I was OK.  Vincent just stared at me with a fake
innocent expression of concern on his face.

I was glad we were both barefoot, or it could've hurt!

A few minutes later, I returned the favor, sticking my foot in Vincent's
crotch, surprising Vincent as well.  I think he thought I wouldn't have
the balls to do it, as I'd waited a while to do it!  I smirked at him, as
his parents then questioned him, if he was OK, as they'd just done to me
a few minutes earlier.

A minute later, I wasn't surprised when his foot returned to my crotch.
In fact, I spread my thighs apart and let him gently massage my hardon
with his big toe.  After a minute, he stopped, and lowered his foot.  I
returned the favor for him, then, and he too spread his legs for me.  I
stopped when I realized his face was turning red, as he heated up with
arousal.  He gave me a look then, and I realized we had to stop, as he
was getting too excited.  We kept our feet to ourselves at that point.

As I gnawed on a chicken leg a few minutes later, I wondered if we'd be
able to break away from Vincent's parents after we'd eaten, or if we'd be
stuck hanging out with them a little longer.  As I looked across the
table at Vincent, I could see he was highly aroused, just as I was.  His
face remained tinged lightly red, and he was breathing heavily.  I didn't
know how long either of us would be able to hold out without creaming our
pants.

As if Vincent's mother was reading my mind about whether they'd want us
to hang out with them or not, she announced then that she and her husband
were going out for the evening, right after dinner, and they'd be out
late.

I grinned at the news.

"Cool!" Vincent burst out, grinning as well.  As his parents looked at
him a little suspiciously because of his exaggerated exuberance, he
quickly followed up more soberly, with "where're you going?"

"The movies with the Billingsleys, and then to their house for a while,
why?  What are your plans?" his mother asked, studying him intently.

"Our project!  What else?" Vincent snorted, in a more appropriate
manner.

"Oh!  I see," she said, seemingly content with his answer.

"How much do you have to do yet?" his father asked.

"Plenty!" he replied, as at the same time I said, "Actually we're in
pretty good shape already!"

Vincent's parents looked back and forth between us, as Vincent glared at
me between their looks in his direction.

"Um... well, we're in good shape with what's done, but we do still have
plenty more to do," I said.

The two of them looked dubiously at me for a minute.  Finally Vincent's
father said, "Well, it's good it's going well."

"Yes," his wife added.  "Do try not overwork yourselves though.  You
should take some time to have a little fun too if you can!"

"We will," Vincent said, smiling slightly.

We all ate quietly then for a few minutes, finishing our meals.  After a
dessert of apple pie, Vincent's parents happily accepted my offer that
Vincent and I clean up the dishes.  His mom busied herself putting away
the few leftovers, as we started to clear the table, and her husband went
to get ready to leave.  Within a few minutes, Vincent's mom had gone to
get ready too.  Fifteen minutes later, just as we were finishing cleaning
up the kitchen, they appeared, ready to leave.  They told us not to work
too hard on the project, but to do a good job on it.  Then Vincent's mom
kissed Vincent on the forehead, causing him to blush and complain, as his
father chuckled.  I was shocked when his mom gave me a quick hug and a
kiss on the forehead as well, and I too blushed, as Vincent smirked at
me.

"Neither one of you's too old for a kiss, and since I'm your 'mom' for
the weekend, you get one too!" Vincent's mom said, smiling.

They said good night then, and went out the door.  We were alone again at
last!

                     *                    *                      *

"I thought they'd never leave!" Vincent said, grinning, and reaching for
my crotch right away.

"I know!" I said, smiling back at him, and reaching for his groin as
well, as his hand closed around my genitals.

"Mmmmm!" Vincent moaned, smiling, as I gently squeezed his hardon and
balls.  "So what do you wanta do?"

Grinning, I said, "Wanta learn to fuck?"

"Umm.... OK, I guess," Vincent said, sounding a little more nervous than
I'd expected him to.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," I said, studying his face, which
showed mixed emotions.

"Well... um... I wouldn't mind trying to fuck you," he said.  "But, I
really don't know if I want you trying to stick your dick up my ass!  I'm
not trying to be selfish.  It's... just I'm afraid it'll hurt!"

Smiling, I said, "Well... that's what lube's for!  And... I'll go REALLY
slowly, and be REALLY gentle."

Vincent looked dubiously at me.

"And if you don't like it, I'll stop!" I added.

"Really?" Vincent asked, looking surprised.

"Sure," I said.

"Um... would I still get to try and fuck you then though?" he asked.  I
could tell he really wanted to to try fucking me.  I wondered if maybe he
was a "top".

"Of course!" I said.  "I love having a nice big dick sliding in and out
of me!  We'll see... you might too!"

"OK," he said, sounding a little happier, but still a bit skittish.

"Cool!" I said.  "So... we need some lube.  Do your parents have any KY
jelly, or anything like that?"

"I don't know," Vincent said.  "Let's go check."

We ran upstairs, and I watched as Vincent rifled through the drawers of
his parents' nightstands and dresser.  Then he checked the medicine
cabinet, and under the bathroom sink, and in the drawers in the vanity.
Finally he checked the linen closet, where there were extra supplies.

"Nothing!" he said, sounding surprised.  "What do you suppose they use
for lube?"

I chuckled and said, "They may just fuck the usual way, and your mom's
probably wet enough so they don't need lube."

"Ew..." Vincent said, grimmacing.  "Don't talk about my mom like that!"

Lauging I said, "Well... it's probably true!"

"Still..." Vincent said, still grimmacing.  "Anyway... it seems the only
thing we have that I've ever used for lube is hand lotion, and shampoo!"

"Well, either of those will sting if you use them up your ass," I said.

"Can't do that then," he said.

"How about vegetable oil?" I suggested.

"Kinda messy, but I suppose," Vincent said.  "C'mon."

We went down to the kitchen, and Vincent opened a cupboard.

"Shit!" he said, holding up a bottle that had only a few drops of
vegetable oil in it.

"Well... there's enought there for one of us to use, but not both of us,"
I said.

Vincent looked at the bottle for a moment, then said, "OK, I have an
idea.  My dad's got this porn magazine.  He doesn't know I found it, but
I did, and I've looked at it a lot.  Anyway, in it there's this one bunch
of pictures and the guy's using Crisco from a can on this woman's ass,
getting her ready for his dick.  I know we have Crisco.  You think that'd
work?"

Grinning, I said, "I expect it would.  And it might not be as messy as
the oil would've been."

"OK," Vincent said, putting the vegetable oil back.

Quickly he opened another cabinet.  There was a large can of Crisco
sitting on the shelf.

"Almost full!" he said, smiling, as he hefted it down.

"Butter Flavor!" I said, laughing.  "Might make us hungry!"

Vincent laughed too.

"So... you think this'll work?" he asked, looking at me.

"Only one way to find out," I said, grinning.  "Let's get up to your room
and try it out!"

"OK," Vincent said.  He looked a little nervous, but hornier than I'd
ever seen him look.  And, it was obvious when I looked down, that just
like me, he was sporting serious wood too!

We ran upstairs to Vincent's room.

"Brawkkk!!!  Where've you been?" Eddie squawked.

"Time for you to go to sleep!" Vincent said to the bird, reaching down
and picking up Eddie's cage cover, and draping it over the cage.

"Awwwww...." Eddie cooed, almost sadly, as the cover slid down over his
cage.

Laughing, I said, "Are you sure that bird's not human?"

Vincent chuckled and said, "sometimes I think he thinks he is!  We don't
need him watching us though!"

I laughed and said, "he's only a bird, really!"

"I know!" he said.  "Still, he makes me feel guilty whenever he watches
me jack off!"

I roared, as Vincent blushed profusely.  He started laughing though too a
minute later.

"So... what do we do?" he asked after we'd stopped laughing.

"Get naked of course!" I said, grinning, and starting to pull my shirt
off.

                  *                     *                   *

A minute later, we were both completely naked.  Immediately Vincent's
hand reached for my cock.  I reached for his too, and we tugged on each
other for a minute, smiling, and enjoying each other's touch.

"OK," I said, after a minute.  "I know you're not thrilled with the idea
of me trying to fuck you.  How about you let me try though, and we get it
over with.  Then, you'll know how to do me!  And I promise, I won't hurt
you - and we can stop anytime you want!"

Vincent suddenly looked very nervous, but, finally he said, "I guess.
Umm... what do we do?"

Smiling, I said, "Well, how about you get on your bed, on your hands and
knees, so your ass is near the edge."

Vincent did as I'd suggested.

"OK, spread your knees apart a bit more and push your butt back a
little," I said.

Again Vincent did as I said.

I grinned as I got my first really good close-up look at Vincent's ass
then.  His hole was pink and tightly puckered, with a faint fringe of
soft brown hairs ringed around it, about an inch away from it.

"You got a great ass man!" I said.

Vincent grinned nervously, as he looked back at me, while I studied his
butt.

I leaned down and put my face right in front of his ass, and breathed in
deeply and quietly through my nose.  I could smell Vincent's musky anal
scent.  It didn't smell shitty or disgusting, just like musky sweat.  He
looked clean too.

Tentavily, I leaned forward and began to swipe my tongue around the
outter edges of the inside of his cheeks.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Vincent cried out in alarm.  Apparently
he'd never been rimmed, and hadn't even heard of it either.

Stopping, I grinned and told him to relax and enjoy what I was doing -
that it was a completely normal thing gay guys do to each other.

"It is?" He asked, looking dubiously at me.

Chuckling, I nodded.  Then, I returned to licking the insides of his
cheeks.  He didn't protest anymore.

Eventually, after swirling my tongue around the inside of his ass cheeks
a bit, I zeroed in on tight rosebud.

"OHHHh!" Vincent gasped in surprise, as my tongue raked over his hole.

I began licking up and down over his anus then, and he gasped and groaned
with pleasure at each touch of my tongue.

"Oh Fuck!" he gasped a moment later, as my tongue penetrated inside him
slightly.

"AAAwwww!!" he cried, as I started to tongue fuck him gently with just
the tip of my tongue.

Vincent squirmed and moaned with pleasure, as I continued working his
hole over with my tongue for a minute or so.

"Holy fuck!" he gasped, when I finally pulled off him.  "I never knew
anyone did things like that!"

"It's called rimming.  Like it?" I asked, grinning at him, my face wet
with saliva.

"Well, yeah!" he said, incredulously.

"Good!" I said, still grinning.  "Now, I'm gonna use my fingers to loosen
you up for my dick!  I promise, you'll like this too!"

Vincent looked dubious again, but didn't protest.

Quickly, I opened the can of Crisco.  Immediately the smell of butter
pervaded the room.  We grinned at each other again because of it.  Then,
I dipped my finger into the lard, and scooped some out.  I applied it
directly to Vincent's asshole, smearing it about, as he moaned softly.

I worked the Crisco all over Vincent's hole, then gently, I pushed with
the tip of my finger, directly at his pucker.  I felt him resisting, and
relaxed my pressure a bit, and told him to relax his sphincter.  He did.
As soon as I felt him relax, I pushed again.

"AAwwww!" he gasped, as my finger slid through his circular muscle and
penetrated up into his rectum.

"Fuck that feels weird," he said, with a funny look on his face.

"Hope it feels good too!" I said, as I began working my finger slowly in
and out of him.

"Umm... sort of," he said, looking back at me with a strange look on his
face.

A minute or so later, I pulled almost all the way out and pressed back
down with two fingers.

"FUCK!" Vincent gasped, as my index and middle fingers slid up into him.

Smiling, I began sliding them in and out of him.

"That hurts a little," Vincent complained, wincing.

"You need to relax more," I said, pulling my fingers completely out of
him.  I reached for some more Crisco and smeared it on my fingers.

"I'm trying," Vincent said.

"OK," I said.  "I'll try again.  I got more Crisco now."

Gently, I pressed both freshly greased fingers back through Vincent's now
somewhat loosened sphincter.

"Awww," he groaned, wincing yet.

Once my fingers were all the way up inside him, I stopped to wait a
minute, to let him get used to their presence.

After a minute, I started finger-fucking Vincent again, and again he
started moaning.

I continued my finger action, moving back and forth, slowly and gently.
Shortly, Vincent stopped moaning, but, I noticed he was still wincing a
little.  Eventually, the pained look left his face, and was replaced with
a look of deep arousal again.

I tried to add a third finger then, but Vincent cried out in obvious
pain, as I started to push all three of them into him.

"STOP!" he cried, in alarm, his head snapping back to look at me.  "It
hurts!  My hole's not that big!"

Immediately, I pulled my hand from his ass.  His hole remained open about
3/4 of an inch.  Vincent reached back, and massaged it.

"Sorry," he said.  "But that hurt!"

"It's OK," I said.  "We'll wait a minute, then I'll try my dick instead.
It's not as wide as three fingers, so it shouldn't hurt as much."

Vincent looked worriedly at me.

"I'll stop if it does hurt!" I said.

"OK," he said.

He rubbed his anus a few seconds longer, then said, "OK, try it, but make
sure you grease up good first!"

Grinning, I nodded.

I dipped more Crisco from the can then and slathered my hardon with it.

"You ready for me to try?" I asked, stepping between Vincent's feet which
were hanging off the bed.

"I guess!  But stop if I tell you to!" he said.  He looked very worried.

"I will!" I said.  "Now relax your hole, or it won't work at all!"

I could see Vincent's sphincter relax, as he turned his face from me, and
began breathing less hard.  I pressed the head of my cock, which was
leaking pre-cum now, up against Vincent's sphincter.  I felt it swiftly
squeeze shut in an involuntary act of protection from invasion.  I waited
a moment, until it slowly relaxed again.

"OK, stay relaxed now.  I'm gonna try and stick it in," I said.

I put my hands on Vincent's hips to hold him steady, then gently, and
slowly, I pressed forward.  I could tell he was resisting yet.

"You gotta relax man!  Push like you're trying to take a shit!" I said,
getting a little anxious to get inside him.  I couldn't wait to feel my
rod slide into his hot tunnel.

Vincent looked back at me.  He looked scared.  He must've followed my
instructions though, because suddenly, I shot through his sphincter, and
slid swiftly all the way into him, up to the hilt.  It felt wonderful
sliding up into his hot, soft, slippery chute.  Unfortunately, it didn't
feel so good for Vincent!

"AAAAAWWWW   FUCCCCKKKK!!!  THAT HURTS!!!" he cried, a look of anguish on
his face.  "GET IT OUT OF ME!"

Quickly, I pulled back out of him.  His hand flew back to his ass again,
clamping firmly down against his asshole.

"Fuck!!!" he cried, in a strangled tone.  "How can anyone stand putting
anything inside them like that!"

"I'm sorry!" I said, feeling bad for him, and a little sorry for myself.
Obviously he wouldn't be letting me try that again.  "I guess I was
pushing so much because you weren't completely relaxed, so that when you
did relax, I just slammed into you!  I'm sorry!  My dick should've gone
in slower, and it wouldn't have hurt."

"Well, it didn't, and it did!" Vincent said, ruefully, still rubbing his
anus.

"I know.  I'm sorry," I said.

"It's OK, It's not your fault," he said.  "I know you didn't mean to."

"Thanks," I said.  "I feel bad though."

"Well, thanks, but don't," he said, pulling his hand from his butt,
revealing his still somewhat stretched open hole.  "The pain's going away
a little."

"I guess you don't wanta try that again," I said.  "At least not right
away, huh?"

"You got that right!" Vincent declared.  "Sorry, but nobody's going near
my ass again!"

I felt bad for Vincent, and angry at myself for having pushed so hard in
my haste to get inside him.  I also felt really horny yet.  I hoped he'd
at least want to try and fuck me yet!  I noticed his erection had
dissipated.

                 *                   *                    *

After a couple minutes, Vincent seemed to have recovered.  As he watched
me wiping the Crisco off my dick, I noticed his erection beginning to
return.

"So... do you still want to try fucking me?" I said.

"If you want me to, I guess," Vincent said.

He looked nervous again though.

"Only if you want to," I said, praying he did.

"I do..." he said.  "It's just... I - I really don't want to put my mouth
on your butt, like you did to me.  I'm sorry.  I mean it felt great and
all, and it's not that I don't want you to feel great too, but... I -
well - the thought of licking your ass kind of disgusts me!  I'm sorry!"

I had really hoped Vincent would've liked rimming and would've wanted to
do me too, and I was disappointed he felt the way he did, but I could
understand why he did.  It's not something I'd do to most guys myself
really.

"It's OK," I said.  "All you have to do is finger me a little to loosen
me up, and then fuck me.  I'm used to taking a dick."

"OK," he said, smiling then.

We switched places then, and I instructed Vincent on how to use some
Crisco and finger-fuck me.  A minute later, he had me moaning with
pleasure, as he slid his index and middle fingers in and out of me,
pressing them into me as deep as he could.

"You can grease your dick up and fuck me now," I said, looking back at
him and smiling.

He flashed me a quick smile in return as he pulled his fingers out of
me.  Then, he looked serious, and extremely horny as he dipped some more
Crisco from the can and began slathering it on his hardon.

Once he was greased up, he stepped over between my feet, like I'd done
with him.

"OK, what do I do now?" he asked.

"Use your hand to direct your dick, so the tip of it's pushing on my
hole," I said.  "Then, push slowly and steadily forward.  You'll slide
right through.  Shove your dick all the way into me as far as you can,
then stop for a minute."

"OK," Vincent said, a little uncertainly.  "You sure you're ready?"

"Positive," I said.  "Go ahead and push!"

"OK," Vincent said.

I felt the head of Vincent's dick poke up against me.

"Point it a little lower," I said.  It wasn't quite positioned right.

"How's that?" he asked, having pointed the tip of his cock slightly
lower.

"Perfect," I said.  "Now push forward!"

"OK," Vincent said.

I felt pressure against my anus then, and pushed back against it.
Suddenly, Vincent's dick popped through my sphincter, and I felt him
beginning to fill my void.

"Oh Wow!" he said softly, as he slid up into me.

"Mmmm..." I moaned, as Vincent's dick rubbed past my prostate.

I couldn't believe how big he felt.  His dick felt just like Jon's!  It
felt wonderful.  A couple seconds later, I felt Vincent's pubic bush
tickle me, then his whole pelvis pressed up against my ass, as he buried
his cock all the way to the hilt inside me.  I could feel the tip of it
pressing against my intestine walls deep within me.  It felt great!

"You OK?" Vincent asked, in disblief that he'd been able to push his
whole dick into me, with out hurting me.

"Oh yeah," I purred, looking back at him and smiling.

"I can't believe I'm inside you like this!" He said, grinning back at me.

I smiled and said, "OK, when you're ready, go ahead and start sliding it
back out of me.  Don't pull all the way out though.  Leave the head of it
inside.  Then, push back into me all the way.  Do that slowly for a
while.  We'll both enjoy it!"

"OK," Vincent said, smiling.  He began pulling out of me then.

Within a few seconds, Vincent was slowly long-dicking me, and I was
moaning with pleasure.  He was too, intermittently.

"I can't believe how good this feels!" Vincent exclaimed after a minute.
"Does feel good for you too?"

"Oh yeah!" I groaned, smiling.  "Start going faster now.  Take it up
slowly, til you're fucking me at the same rate of speed you jack off!"

"OK," Vincent said.  He began fucking me faster and harder then, still
long-dicking me though.

"OHHHh yeah!" I groaned, as his dick began rubbing harder against my
prostate.

Within a few seconds, Vincent was slamming his cock in and out of me, and
I felt my groin beginning to stir.

Vincent was breathing harder and when I looked back at him, he had a look
of aroused concentration on his face, as he began fucking me still
harder.

Just as I was beginning to feel my orgasm building up, Vincent cried out,
"I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too - just keep going - even after you cum if you can!" I replied.

"OK," Vincent cried.  He began fucking me even faster and harder, so that
he was literally slamming his pelvis back and forth against my ass.

Everytime I felt the head of his cock rake back and forth over my
prostate, my orgasm grew closer.

I was almost at my climax when Vincent suddenly gave a strangled cry, and
pitched forward slightly groaning.  Suddenly his cock felt like it was
sliding in and out of me a little easier, probably because Vincent had
started spewing semen inside me.

"Awwww!" he groaned, as he came again.

"MMmmmm!!!" I moaned, as I reached my climax and sprayed the bed sheet
below me with my own semen.

"oohhhh!!!" Vincent cried, his face contorting again.

"Nnnnn!" I grunted, blowing another load of cum.

Vincent continued shoving his cock in and out of me like a trooper, as
the two of us spasmed over and over, he filling my rectum with his seed,
and me saturating his sheets with mine.

Finally, after both our orgasms had ended, I said "You can stop now - but
stay inside me!"

"Thank God!" Vincent gasped, panting, as he suddenly stopped, with his
cock shoved deep inside me yet.  "I'm starting to go soft!"

Snickering, I said, "Me too!"

"So, was it good for you too?" he asked.

"You couldn't tell?" I asked.

"Well... I figured it was.  I could feel you squeezing my cock each time
you blew," he said, smiling.

"Uh huh," I said.  "And was it everything you hoped it'd be?"

"Even better!" he said, still breathing heavily.

"Cool!" I said, smiling.

"Um... I'm sorry I couldn't take your dick up my ass," Vincent said,
apologetically.

"Don't sweat it," I said.  "Not everyone can, or wants to.  I like to
'bottom' though.  Maybe if you want to try it again sometime, we can.  Or
if not... well, you'll just have to always be the 'top'!"

Vincent thought for a minute, then said, "Well, maybe someday I'll try to
take it again... but... for now... I'd prefer to be on top if you really
don't mind.  But... be honest... do you mind?"

"No," I said.  "I'm usually always a 'bottom', so it's OK."

"Cool!" Vincent said, smiling.

We were both quiet for a minute, then Vincent said, "Um... how long do I
stay inside you anyway?"

"You can pull out now if you want," I said, smiling.

There was a tiny suction-like sound as Vincent backed up and pulled out
of me, and a bit of gas escaped from my intestines around his cock.

"Damn!" he said, bending and looking at my hole, which I was clenching
open and shut a little.  "It won't go closed all the way again!"

Chuckling, I told him it would eventually, that it was just all stretched
out because of his huge dick!  He grinned.

"How about we take a quick shower together now and get cleaned off?" I
asked.

Vincent thought that sounded good, so we went to the bathroom and climbed
into the shower together, and spent about a half hour sensuously washing
each other with our bare hands, until the water heater emptied completely
and the water got cold.

When that happened, sounding disappointed, Vincent said, "Damn!  The hot
water ran out!  Guess we better get dried off."

Smiling, I followed him out of the tub.  We dried off, then went back to
Vincent's bedroom.

As we crawled onto Vincent's bed, I noticed he had a semi-erection
again.  My dick quickly sprang back to life then too.  All our cleanup in
the shower had made us horny.  Before Vincent could say anything, I
leaned over and lassoed his dick with my mouth and began sucking on it.

"Ohhh!" Vincent gasped.  Quickly he laid back and spread his legs apart.

I stopped and looked up at him, chuckling "All set to go again huh?"

"Bet you are too!" he said.  "How about you swing around and we '69'?"

Grinning, I didn't reply, but just swung my feet around, so I was in
position.  Then, before I could go back down on Vincent, he went down on
me.

We spent the next 20 minutes slowly and sensually exploring each other's
genitals with our mouths, until, I sensed that Vincent's orgasm was
forming.  This of course started mine building as well.  Within a few
seconds, we were both groaning and flooding each other's mouths with
jism, as we continued passionately sucking on each other.

"God that was good!" Vincent sighed, when we'd both finished cumming.

"Yeah, it was!" I agreed.  "So, which do you like better?  Fucking or
sucking?"

Vincent thought for a minute, then said, "I don't really know!"

"Guess we'll have to rest up, so you can fuck me again, and see if you
can figure it out!" I said, grinning.

Vincent grinned incredulously at me, but nodded his assent.

About a half hour later, as we lay next to each other talking, I began to
fondle Vincent's dick, which immediately sprang to life again.  Grinning,
his hand moved to my crotch as well.  After a few minutes, we were
sucking on each other again.

A couple minutes later, I stopped sucking on Vincent and said, "So, you
wanta fuck me again?"

"OK," he said, spitting my dick out and grinning at me.

I had him grease up with the butter-flavored Crisco again.  This time, I
laid on my back though, and pulled my legs up.  I showed Vincent how he
could fuck me with my feet slung up over his shoulders.  He liked that,
because we got to watch the passion on each other's faces.

This time when Vincent fucked me, it took a little longer for both of us
to cum, since we'd had so many orgasms already.  When we did cum though,
it was a mutual, spine-shattering orgasm, that left us both soaked with
sweat, completely spent, and breathless.  My chest was streaked with my
cum as well.

After we'd rested a few minutes, with Vincent still buried deep inside
me, he grinned at me and said, "I guess we need to shower again!"

"Yup!" I said.

Vincent pulled out of me, and got off me.  Then, we spent another half
hour of fun in the shower together.

"God my balls ache," Vincent said, as we walked back to his room.

"Mine too!" I said.  "It's a good ache though."

"Yeah," Vincent said, smiling.

Just then we heard a car pulling into the driveway.

"Fuck!  It's my parents!" he cried.

                 *                     *                     *

Quickly, we ran to his room, and threw on our clothes.  Vincent threw the
bed together and I stuck the can of Crisco under it.  We just managed to
pull out some of our school work, before Vincent's parents reached the
top of the stairs.

"How's it going?" Vincent's dad asked, poking his head into the room.

"Slow but sure!" Vincent replied.  "How was the movie?"

"Good," his father said.

"Have you boys been eating popcorn?  I smell butter." Vincent's mother
said.

I almost burst out laughing, as I saw Vincent's eyes get huge.

He recovered quickly though and lied, "Uh... yeah, we did!"

"Smells better than the movie popcorn we had!" his mother said.  "Well, I
guess you don't want any doughnuts then.  Too bad.  We bought a dozen.
They're downstairs!"

"Oh, we'll eat them!" Vincent cried.  "I'm starving!"

"Starving after popcorn?" his father asked, looking curiously at him.

"Uh... well... we are growing boys!" Vincent replied, blushing.

"I see," he said, sounding slightly suspicious yet.

"Well, they're in the kitchen if you want them," Vincent's mother said,
obliviously.  "We're going to bed.  G'night!  Don't work on the project
too late!"

"We won't.  Night" Vincent replied.

"Thanks!  Good Night!" I added.

They walked off down the hall to their room then.

"Shit!" Vincent hissed.  "I don't think Dad thinks we had popcorn now!
Me and my big mouth about being hungry!"

I chuckled and said, "I almost burst out laughing when your mom asked
about the popcorn!"

"I know!" Vincent said.  "Damnit!  I am hungry though!  Wanta get some
doughnuts?"

"Yeah, I'm starving too!"  I said.  "Sex always makes me hungry!"

Vincent grinned at me, as we headed downstairs.

                 *                     *                    *

By the time we'd eaten some doughnuts, and talked a few minutes more, we
were both yawning frequently.

"I was gonna suggest another '69'," Vincent said, as we walked back into
his room and shut the door.  "But, I'm really tired."

"Me too," I agreed.

"So... Can we just crash then?" he asked.

"Sure!" I said.  "Um... how 'bout we sleep completely nude?"

Vincent raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, I've never done that before,
but it sounds fun!"

"Cool!" I said.

Quickly, we both stripped completely, then crawled into bed together, and
Vincent turned off the light.

"Feels neat being completely naked in bed," Vincent said.

"It's how I sleep all the time," I said.

"Really?" Vincent asked, surprised.

"Yeah," I said.  "Um... something else that feels neat is to sleep
snuggled up together naked too."

"You mean... like hugging each other while we sleep?" Vincent asked.

"yeah," I said.  I could feel my face heating up in the darkness.

"Who've you done that with?" Vincent asked.  "That college boy?"

"Yeah," I said, feeling hotter yet.  My dick had also begun to grow again
too.

Vincent didn't respond, but rolled toward me, and draped his arm over my
stomach.

"Like this?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, smiling and snuggling up to him.  "Lift your head and
rest it on my arm.

Vincent lifted his head and I slipped my arm under it, and he laid back
down.  We both wriggled about a moment, until we were snuggled up to one
another, cuddling.  I felt Vincent's dick beginning to grow then too.

"This is really nice," Vincent said, softly into my ear.  "I'm getting
hard again though!"

I snickered softly and said, "Yeah, me too!"

"One more suck job?" Vincent asked.

I grinned and reached for his dick.

Then, without speaking, Vincent pushed the covers back off and spun
around so we were in a '69'.  We began leisurely pleasuring each other
again.  About 10 minutes later, after we'd each had yet another orgasm,
vincent spun around again, and snuggled back up to me again.  A few
minutes later, we'd both fallen asleep.

               *                     *                    *

The next morning, I woke with a jolt, as Vincent moved in his sleep and
kneed me in the balls.  My resulting reaction woke Vincent too.  He
apologized profusely, then suggested he inspect my balls personally to
see if he'd hurt them.  Snickering, I laid back and spread my legs apart
for him.  Within seconds, he was gently fondling my nuts, and looking
carefully at them.  As I didn't appear to be in any pain, he lowered his
mouth to my semi-erect dick and sucked it into his mouth.  Within
seconds, I was fully erect, and he was sucking away on me.  And, within a
couple minutes after that, I was groaning, and blowing spurts of cum
against his tonsils, as he swallowed repeatedly, while he continued
sliding his mouth up and down my rod.

"God, what a nice way to wake up!" I said.  "Minus the knee in the groin
to begin with though of course!"

vincent grinned, and apologized again for kneeing me.  I told him to
forget it, and switch places with me, as I was thirsty.  At first he
looked at me not comprehending.  A second later, a grin spread over his
face.  Quickly we changed places, then I sucked him off, in the same
manner, he'd just done me.  He too enjoyed it, just as much as I'd
enjoyed what he'd done for me!

"You hungry?" he asked me, after we'd rested a few minutes.

"Sure am!" I said.

"Throw on your clothes, and let's go down and get something to eat!"
Vincent said.

As we headed out the door, Vincent pulled Eddie's cage cover off.

"Brawwkkk!  It's about time!" he squawked.

"Oh shut up!" Vincent chuckled.

"Shut up!  Shut up!  Brawwkk!" Eddie squawked, then he whistled.

Chuckling, we headed downstairs.

                   *                      *                        *

I was surprised to see Vincent's parent's both up, and in the kitchen
already when we walked in.  It looked like his mom was baking.  And his
dad was sitting at the table, with a cup of coffee and the newspaper.

"Henry!  Have you seen my can of butter-flavored Crisco?" Mrs. Nicholson
asked.  "I can't bake my pie without it!"

"No Dear, Sorry!" Vincent's father replied.

I looked at Vincent.  He was looking at me with huge eyes.  His face
looked flushed too.  I noticed that Mr. Nicholson saw the look that
passed between us, when he looked up at his wife.  He furrowed his brow
and looked curiously at the two of us for a moment, as we both tried to
carry on as if we were oblivious to their conversation.

                 *                      *                      *

As Mrs. Nicholson got a new can of Crisco out, and the boys tried to
blend into the woodwork, Mr. Nicholson, wondered why they were acting so
oddly at the mention of a can of Crisco.  Suddenly, a thought crossed his
mind.

"Naw!" he thought.

He looked at his son and his friend.  They certainly did look guilty
though.

As he sat wondering, he felt his penis begin to lengthen beneath his bath
robe, as he thought about the porn magazine he had hidden in his tool box
in the basement.  There was one series of pictures in it that showed a
good-looking young stud greasing up his dick with Crisco, before shoving
it up a gorgeous young girl's ass.

Henry also remembered that the magazine hadn't been in the same place he
always left it in the last time he went to use it!  That meant someone in
the house had found it!  If it had been Louise, she'd have put up a
ruckus about it.  That left only Vincent!  Additionally, Henry was sure
it must've been his son who'd found the magazine, because when he looked
through it afterward, he'd found a couple of the pages, the same ones
with the guy using Crisco to grease up with in fact, had been stuck
together as if someone's cum had splattered on them, and been wiped off,
but not allowed to dry thoroughly before the magazine was closed again.
Henry didn't care really.  He knew all boys loved to secretly look at
porn magazines.  He was actually kind of happy that he'd inadvertently
left one someplace and his boy had found it, and obviously gotten
pleasure from it too.

Now though, Henry wondered if there was more to his son's sex life than
simple masturbation.  Vincent and his friend were both looking extremely
guilty about Louise's missing can of lard.  And Vincent obviously knew it
could be used as a lubricant for sex.  Could it be possible that Vincent
and this new friend of his were experimenting sexually with one
another???

Henry's mind wandered then, and he recalled how at Vincent's age, he had
had a close friend, well... not close really...OK ... not even really a
friend, at least not anymore at that point.  In fact, he was more like an
enemy actually.  Larry was the neighborhood bully, who was the same age
as Henry.  When he and Henry had been little boys, they'd been friends,
sort of.  Even then, Larry had always wanted his own way all the time,
and forced Henry to give in to him.  As they grew older, it got worse,
and they grew further apart. Larry became more of a bully.  Even so,
Henry missed Larry's friendship.

When Henry was 13, he had discovered his father's stash of porn in his
tool shed.  He was surprised to find a couple of the magazines had gay
sections in them, which looked well-worn.  Along with the magazines were
a few jars of vaseline, and a homemade wooden dildo of sorts.  Henry
could tell by looking at it, what it was meant to be used for.  It looked
like it had been greased often.  He also smelled a telltale whiff of shit
on it too.  And, one of the articles in the magazines showed a guy using
just such a device on himself, as he masturbated.

Being curious, Henry had pulled his pants down, greased up the dildo and
bent forward, then carefully he'd pressed the dildo against his anus and
slowly pushed harder on it until it had popped through his asshole, and
traveled several inches up inside him.  Immediately, Henry felt pleasure
at having something shoved up his ass.  He liked the feeling of being
"filled".  He soon discovered that it felt even better when, after a
couple minutes of fucking himself with the dildo, and masturbating, using
more vaseline on his cock for lubricant, he had the best orgasm of his
life!  Nothing had ever felt so good to him.

Happy, yet feeling guilty too about his discovery, Henry cleaned
everything up, and put it away carefully.

He went back again the next day for a repeat performance, and again the
day after that, and the day after that, and...

                    *                *                 *

One day shortly after Henry had gone out to the tool shed, and begun his
usual ritual of fucking himself up the ass with his father's greased
dildo, and jacking off, the shed door had burst open, and there stood
Larry.  Henry could still remember the pain he'd felt, as in surprise,
he'd ripped the dildo quickly from his ass.

Larry lived in the house behind Henry's.  He'd apparently noticed that
each day Henry would go into his father's tool shed for a little while.
That particular day, after he'd watched Henry go into the tool shed
again, Larry had apparently gotten curious and snuck up on the tool shed,
and peered through the window, and seen what Henry was doing.

Henry had felt more mortified than he'd ever felt in his life, as Larry
stood leering at him, as he stood there with his greased, rapidly
shrinking dick in one hand, and the greasy wooden dildo that smelled a
little shitty in the other.

As tears formed in Henry's eyes, Larry had smirked at him.  Henry stood
absolutely still, trying to fight back the sobs that were welling up
inside him, not knowing what else to do.

"I bet your daddy'd love to know about this!" Larry had said.

"NO!" Henry had cried.  "Please!  Please don't tell anyone!"

Then he'd made the fatal mistake of adding, "I'll do anything you want!"

Hearing that Larry had grinned evily.

"That's good to hear!"  He'd said.  "I think maybe we can come to an
agreement!  I've seen you sneaking out here each day to stick that thing
up your ass.  I think maybe we can work something out that'll benefit
both of us, and keep your dirty little secret a secret yet at the same
time."

It was then, that Henry first realized that Larry looked aroused by what
he'd seen him doing.  Glancing downward, Henry saw that Larry's dick was
obviously rigid, and was extending down into his left pant leg a little.
When Henry looked back up at Larry, he was leering laciviously at him.
Henry became even more scared then.

Larry outlined his plan then, which at first had horrified, Henry.  He'd
agreed though, as there was nothing else he could do.  Larry would tell
everyone if he didn't go along with him.

Henry didn't have too long to be terrified though, as Larry had insisted
they put his plan into action immediately.  To his surprise, Henry found
that it wasn't so bad, in fact, he liked it as much as Larry did,  and
agreed they could carry on as Larry wanted to.

Not long after they'd implemented Larry's plan, Henry found that his
relationship with Larry improved.  Although they never outwardly became
friends again, they saw each other for a few minutes every day. Sometimes
a couple times a day.  Larry stopped bullying Henry, and even protected
him against the other school bullies.  It was an arrangement, that as
Larry had said, benefited and pleased them both.

Henry's dick flexed fully hard now, and he was glad he was sitting at the
kitchen table so nobody saw it tenting his bathrobe, as he recalled how
every afternoon after Larry had walked in on him, he'd spent a few
minutes bent over his father's work bench in the tool shed, while Larry
pistoned his well-greased hardon in and out of his ass, until both of
them had exploded in orgasm, Larry filling his bowels, while he saturated
a rag they spread over the work bench.

Larry's plan had proven to be one of mutual satisfaction for both boys.
Still, there was never any diversification in their routine over the next
four years that they'd gotten together each day.  Although Larry was
decent enough to allow Henry to get off, and he didn't hurt Henry, he
never agreed to do anything other than butt fuck Henry.

Although it had been almost 20 years since the last time Larry had his
dick up Henry's ass, and since then, Henry had managed to discover and
enjoy straight sex, there were times he still missed his afternoons with
Larry in his father's tool shed.

"Could it be that Vincent and Alex are fooling around like Larry and me?"
Henry wondered, looking suspiciously at them.

They'd certainly left the boys home alone enough the past day or two so
they could do most anything they wanted to.  And... there'd been no bowls
with the remains of popcorn in the boys' room the night before, or in the
kitchen sink, when Louise had wondered if they'd been eating popcorn!
Now... there butter-flavored Crisco was missing!

The thought that his son and his friend might actually be having sex
together, made Henry's hardon start leaking pre-cum.

"Fuck!" he thought.

Quickly, when nobody was looking, he stood up and dropped his newspaper
in front of him.

"I have to go get ready to go," He announced, and walked out of the room.

Instead of going upstairs to shower though, Henry quickly slipped down
the cellar steps to the basement, and scooted into his small workshop,
and shut and locked the door.

               *                     *                     *

Quickly, Henry untied his bathrobe, and let it fall to the floor, leaving
him standing stark naked, with a full fledged 9" hardon pointing straight
out in front of him.

Glancing right, Henry looked at his reflection in the full length mirror
he had fastened to the wall.  He smiled as he looked himself up and
down.  Henry was a good looking man for being in his late 30's.  He still
had all his hair, which was still jet black, and his 6' frame was think,
and fit.

Looking back at the workbench, Henry pulled the lower drawer of his tool
box out and found his magazine.  He chuckled when he realized it was
again, laying in the drawer differently than he'd last left it.  He
pulled it out and opened it to the pages depicting the man fucking the
woman, using Crisco for lube.

Quickly Henry pulled another drawer open, and extracted his father's
well-worn dildo from it.  Henry had made sure to retrieve it from his
father's tool shed, after his father had died, before his mother had sold
the house.

As he did each time he pulled it the dildo out, Henry chuckled at the
thought that his now dead father might be looking down at him from above,
smiling at how his dildo was still giving so much pleasure!

Smiling, Henry pulled a jar of vaseline off the shelf, and greased the
dildo up.  Then, as he'd done so often in the past, he squatted slightly,
and reached under himself, pointing the dildo at his asshole, and pushed
gently.  At the same time, he pushed back with his anal muscles, and the
dildo slid gently and steadily, up inside him.

"Mmmmmm," Henry moaned softly as the wooden rod filled his rectum.

Holding the dildo up his ass with his left hand, he scooped more vaseline
from the jar with his right hand and applied it to his dick.  Then in
unison, Henry began sliding his hand up and down his stiff rod, while
with his other hand, he began fucking himself with his father's dildo.

"Ohhhhh!" Henry hissed, as pleasure began to immediately sweep through
him.

Within a couple minutes, Henry was whipping his slick hand up and down
his cock, and pistoning the dildo in and out of himself, in synchronized
speed.  As he closed his eyes and thought back to the afternoons of his
teenage years, in his mind, he could hear Larry's soft grunts of pleasure
as he shoved his long, fat cock in and out of him, and he felt his orgasm
beginning to build.  God Henry longed to return to those days with
Larry.  The sex had never been so good!

Henry kept on sliding his hand up and down his log, and sliding his dildo
in and out of himself, rubbing it gently back and forth over his
prostate.

A minute or so later, Henry's body was tense and trembling, as he fought
to hold off his orgasm as long as possible, while he deftly continued
pleasuring himself.

Suddenly, he stifled a cry, as his body spasmed and a huge string of cum
shot out his dick, landing in a thick streak on his workbench.  At the
same time, his asshole clenched the dildo tightly.

"Awww...." he groaned, as he came again, shooting another load of semen
onto the counter, and again squeezing the dildo.

"Mmmm...!" he moaned, as he wiggled the dildo back and forth, putting
more pressure on his prostate, causing more jism to flow from his cock,
like it was a faucet.

"Oh God!" he gasped, as his shot more sperm, although he felt his orgasm
beginning to subside a little.

"unnnhhh..." he breathed out, as the last spasm of his orgasm swept
through him.

"Fuck!" he whispered to himself, slowly pulling the dildo from his ass.

"Eww!" he made a face as he held up the dildo and saw the end of it was
all shitty.  It smelled of his shit too.

Quickly Henry wrapped the dildo in some paper towels and wiped it as
clean as he could, before turning to the little sink in the corner, and
washing it in warm soapy water.

Next, he washed his hands, and his dick.  Then he wiped his asshole with
some papertowels.  Finally, he wiped his workbench clean, and then put
everything away.

Looking at himself in the mirror again, Henry saw a droplet of cum
hanging from the tip of his cock.  Smiling, he wiped it off with his
finger, and held his finger to his mouth, and licked it clean.

"Mmmmm!" he murmured to himself, as the familiar tangy saltiness of his
semen spread over his taste buds.

Quickly he picked up his bathrobe and put it on, then exited the cellar
and disappeared upstairs to the bathroom, before anyone realized he'd
been in the basement.

                      *                    *                       *

As Henry washed himself in the shower a few minutes later, soaping his
dick up good, he soon found himself hard again.

"Hope Louise doesn't want sex later," he muttered, as he began jacking
off once again.

Again, fantasizing about Larry, and pumping his now soapy cock, it only
took a couple minutes before Henry blew another load of cum all over the
shower wall.

"Damn I miss Larry!" he thought to himself, as he washed his semen off
the wall later.

Shortly after Henry finished showering, Louise got ready to leave as
well, and the two took off to an all day party, leaving the boys alone
for the day.

                      *                      *                      *

As you might expect, Vincent and I spent most of that day having sex, and
not working on our project.  I think we sucked each other off four times,
three of which were executed in a '69' position.  The other time we took
turns doing each other.  Vincent also fucked me up the ass a couple of
times, necessitating a shower again after each time.

Eventually, I only had an hour to go before I had to leave, so we quickly
finished off our project.  Afterward, to celebrate, we stripped and got
into a '69' one more time!

As I was getting ready to leave, Vincent started squirming around,
looking embarrassed.  I was surprised when he finally stepped over to me
and wrapped his arms around me and shyly kissed me on the lips.  My cock
throbbed in my pants when he did it.

He went all red in the face as I looked at him, surprised.

"I'm sorry," he said, suddenly, lookin obviously embarrassed, and a
little hurt too, when I didn't respond in any way.

"NO!" I cried, grabbing him and pulling him to me.  "I loved the kiss!  I
was just surprised by it!  Don't be upset!"

Then, I kissed him.  Relaxing, he wrapped his arms around me, and we
stood kissing for over a minute.  As we did, I felt both our dicks
stiffen and press into each other.

My mom's car pulled into the driveway just then, so we quickly parted.

"Wow!" Vincent said, smiling.

"Yeah," I agreed, grinning back at him.

I reached over and gave Vincent's crotch a squeeze and told him I'd see
him at school.  He squeezed mine and said likewise.  Then I left.

                 *                     *                      *

Considering the lack of work we put into our project, we somehow pulled
off an "A+" on it!

As you most likely expect, we began hanging out together each day after
school, as well as on weekends.  Of course most of the time we were
together, we were having sex!  Mostly it was blow jobs, usually in a
'69'.  Sometimes though, when we'd have the time and opportunity to
shower or at least clean up afterward, Vincent would fuck me as well.
Actually, as I soon came to realize, he wasn't just fucking me anymore.
Quickly after our first weekend together, I realized that both of us had
begun to develop feelings for each other.  We spent a lot of time kissing
as well.  And, when Vincent put his penis in me after that, he wasn't
just fucking me.  He was making love to me.  He worked very hard at
making me have the best experience ever!  He did that with his mouth when
he sucked me as well, and I did the same for him too.

Shortly before Thanksgiving, Vincent looked at me after we'd just
finished making love, and he leaned down and we kissed, while he was
still inside me.

"I love you Alex!" he said, smiling shyly.

"I know," I said, in a more resigned tone.  "I love you to Vincent!"

His eyes, which had sparkled joyously a moment before, searched mine
frantically then.

"Why don't you sound happy?" he asked, looking worried.

I smiled and said, "I love you with all my heart Vincent!  It's just... I
alway thought it was Jon I loved.  I realize now it's not.  I do love
Jon, but... it's YOU I really love!  I ... just don't know how I'm going
to tell him when he gets home for Thanksgiving!"

Relieved, but understanding my dilemma, Vincent smiled sadly, and hugged
me.

"I'm sorry you're worrying about Jon.  And, I'm sorry to sound selfish,
but... as long as you love me, that's all I care about," He said.  "I
mean... I hate it that your friend's gonna be hurt... but... better him
than me - at least from my point of view!"

"I understand," I said.

How was I going to tell Jon though???

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