Date: Sun, 25 May 2014 12:31:51 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying Myself Part 19

A few weeks after I'd had that amazing experience with Dean, I was on cloud
nine. Even my parents, used to their grumpy teenage son, were surprised at
how helpful and happy I'd suddenly become. I wanted to tell people why but
couldn't. It was my secret but I felt like I needed to share it. I had no
vent for it and Dean was not someone to talk about his feelings. So I think
he and I bottled it up and everything that Dean did took extra significance
to me. And that was probably true for him too. If he e went home after
school to get changed rather than come directly to my place, was he wanking
on his own I wondered? That would almost be like cheating on me. It was
irrational and insane. Something had changed since I started to blow him
and we both sensed it. I'd been here before: James in the caravan, screwing
Adrian.....

I think for me the oral sex was proof we were committing to each other. For
him it was probably an experience related to growing up and he could
happily move on as soon as he got a girlfriend. For me, I was more
confident and could have had a girlfriend if I'd chosen that route and I
was wanting more action with Dean. And my pressure was causing a reaction...

So this afternoon he came directly back to my house after school. He sat in
the armchair in our living room and I put on a new porno video (by now my
Dad had a great rotation system going on with a mate at work and he had no
idea I had busted his game and using it to my own advantage). Dean didn't
seem very interested which was very unlike him. He fell asleep in the
armchair. I called his name. Nothing. I went over to him and shook his
shoulder. Still nothing. I was about to leave him be, but looked down and
noticed that he was hard. Believe me when I say it was glaringly obvious.
So I put my hand down and touched it through the fabric of his corduroys.
It pulsed to the touch. That was odd. He was asleep but his dick was alive.
Maybe he was having a dream. I touched it again. Same reaction. And so I
called out "Dean, are you awake?" I waited. Nothing. "Dean, it's Charlie
here. Are you okay?". Still nothing. I grabbed his dick through his
trousers and it bounced again. I was intrigued. Was he playing a game? If
he was, it was fine by me. I slowly unbuttoned his trousers, unzipped the
fly and pulled down the front of the waistband of his boxers which had a
large wet patch from his precum. His dick was rock hard, now pointing north
and flat against his belly. I couldn't resist so I brought my head to his
cock and there it was - that intoxicating smell of boy sweat, precum and
the sour-saltiness of a dick that's been impounded in underpants all day.
My tongue reached his dick and it bounced. I knew he was awake. Or was he?
It was somewhat ambiguous and I felt like I was violating him. But the
brain in my pants was calling the shots and so I put his dick in my mouth.
Instantly it throbbed and precum oozed from the tip. As I put his bulging
bellend in my mouth it throbbed and twitched with his pulse. So this was a
game. I stepped back and declared "Dean, if you are awake I am going to go
to the toilet. When I come back if you have done yourself back up or are
limp then I won't touch you. BUT, if I come back and your hard dick is
still out then I will take that as a sign to continue."
I raced upstairs, waited a few seconds then raced back. He was in more or
less the same position but now slumped further down the cushion of the
chair and his legs wider apart to provide better access to him. He was
definitely awake, I thought, and wanted me to blow him. So I wasted no time
and dropped to my knees.
I licked the back of his swollen tip. His cock bounced. I ran my tongue
down to the base and as I did so it convulsed a few times. I did this for a
while and precum oozed from head which I lapped up eagerly. I took his dick
in my mouth and worked it until it was really hard. I desperately wanted to
deepthroat him so scooted round to the arm of the chair so I was at the
correct angle and leaned down. His helmet slid in my mouth and slowly but
surely I worked the whole thing in and past my gag reflex. Whilst it felt
uncomfortable, I didn't care: It was his thick weapon rammed down my throat
and I loved it. I managed to move my head up and down over his engorged
cock and eventually came back up for air. This time there was no streaming
eyes or pain in my throat. I assumed my original position between his legs
and started to take his balls into my mouth and tug at them lightly. They
were hairy and sweaty but not at all unpleasant - quite the opposite. I
tugged at him, pulling that generous foreskin back and forth. I continued
this until I recognised his signature sign: When he was ready to blow his
dick was actually so hard it stopped being able to twitch when licked at
the back because it just couldn't get any harder. The video was playing in
the background and I recall the girl getting screwed was reaching climax
because I could sense that Dean's excitement was matching hers - something
I noted and used to my advantage on several occasions later.
I teased his cock with my tongue and ran it down the back of his knob. I
glanced up and thought I saw him quickly close his eyes. With a few very
small strokes of my hand over that huge piece of meat and my tongue and
mouth placed strategically over the tip, his cock spasmed and he threw
several huge shots of cum all over my face, some going in my mouth and some
ended up in my hair. I realised that by deepthroating him I had dribbled
saliva all over the area around the base of his cock and had made a bit of
a mess.
He wasn't breathing noisily as he often did, but his chest was rising and
falling quickly and he'd gone slightly red in the face but his eyes were
closed. I went upstairs into my room, knocked one out, cleaned up and came
back downstairs to find he'd miraculously buttoned himself back up. He
feigned being asleep and pretended to wake up, stretched his arms and
yawned. How could he think that I believed he was asleep. It was totally
ridiculous and so obviously not true. But he'd introduced a new game and I
was happy to play along with it although it did trouble me that he wasn't
an active participant.

So over the next little while I was determined to get ever more access to
Dean. He was as present in my lift as ever. We had the same classes (we'd
even chosen the same subjects at A-level in school), we spent every hour of
the day together and it was only when we went to our own houses to sleep on
school nights that we were apart. Even that for me, was not enough. I
wanted more of him, his body, his brain and oh: That fabulous collection of
articles between his legs. This new turn of events wasn't ideal but it
wasn't a disaster and it made the whole thing seem even more naughty and
clandestine.

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