Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2006 21:49:13 -0700 From: Justin Dennis Subject: all nighter 3 Disclaimer: This short story is a work of pure fiction, and is based on fictitious people, and a fictitious situation. It is not meant for the eyes of children under the age of 18. If you are insulted by sexuality among teenagers, homosexuality, or erotica in general, I suggest you do not read further. If you are okay by the rules, you may read on. - Friday had arrived. My parents were perfectly okay with me sleeping over at Richard's house. I'm not sure why... perhaps they were gonna be busy? Usually that would upset me, because then I'd lose my private time and computer work, but... I was looking forward to today. As usual, Richard's parents went out for the day (and night, for once) and his sister went out with her boyfriend. We were alone. We decided to eat, but the semi-uncomfortable silence gave away the real fact; I wanted to suck Richard off at that very moment, and he knew it. He was playing with me. Eventually we were both done, and we were sitting on the living room couch together, silent. I spoke quietly, "What now?" He shimmied; a good sign on my part. "I dunno..." I took a dive for him, but he pushed me back. I groaned, and walked away. He stopped me, "Whoa!" "Dude, come on! I've been waiting and waiting! Let's do it!" "Sorry," he said, his head down. "I thought we could make it more... you know... sexy." I rolled my eyes. "We don't need it sexy. We have two days to do everything! Not to mention next weekend." He looked up. "Trust me," I said. "We can do whatever you want, but... not yet." "Alright! That sounds good enough." He dived into the couch. "Come and get it." He undid his jeans, and pulled down his boxers. I could see that he was hard; strange... I didn't notice. I kneeled on the ground infront of him, and started. Not very sensual, yes, but... when you've been waiting for any more than two days, you just want to do it right away. I loved the taste of his dick. It's warmth; it's color; it's feeling. It was unique, like something that was so soft and so warm that you would never want it to leave you... ever. I'm sure Richard felt the same way about my mouth. "Uhhhhhhhhhhn..." At this point I'm so concentrated on giving him as much pleasure as possible; I'm focussed on one thing... his cock. He put his hands on my head, and kind of directed my movements. I just suckled contently until I felt some twitching in his legs; at that point I tried to do the good stuff. Tickle his cock head with my tongue, lick his shaft, play with his balls. Anything that could excite the pleasure as much as possible. "Oh yeah! OH!" Obviously is worked. The grip of his hands became firmer, and his legs were stiffening. I knew that it was close... Then he let go with his hands, and started thrusting his hips back and forth. This was the sign I was waiting for. Since I sucked Richard off at school, I've been fine tuning my masturbation at home to find out what could excite a penis more... I stopped sucking. At first he was devastated and confused; stripped of the orgasm that he knew was seconds away, but I wanted him to cum, too. At this point, I just kept massaging his balls very firmly, and only tickled the base of his shaft with my tongue. This set him off good. This sensation proved it's worth immediately, as he screamed with pleasure, and he shot multiple streams of semen up as high as his neck at least six times. I grinned, still massaging his balls as they emptied. Gasping, Richard said, "How did you...?" "I studied." I sat down next to him.