Date: Sun, 11 Apr 1999 12:18:35 -0500
From: Fox <fox503@hotmail.com>
Subject: HEAT WAVE

Ok guys and all of the rest of you, the usual warnings apply.  If you have
been reading stories through Nifty for any length of time you know what they
are.  Likewise if it's unlawful for you to read this where you are, read no
further.  Not much dialog in this story just a lot of description, but maybe
you can get into it anyway.  To hell with any warnings about safe sex this
is a story read it as such.  Comments email fox503@hotmail.com.  This is my
second attempt so flamer's don't bother to write all others welcome.

HEAT WAVE

Spring and Summer months in Arkansas are generally mild; the temperature
range is in the 80's to upper 90's, that summer of 1959 however was a
scorcher.  During the months of June, July and August the temperature held
at a 105 to a 107 degrees.

Billy looked hot, not just hot as in sweaty hot, but hot as in HUNK.   The
kind that makes girls tingle and get all gushy inside their stomachs, and
more than a few boys and men pop a boner.

I was lying on an old couch on the porch trying to keep cool, when Billy
came by one Saturday morning and asked if I wanted to go swimming.   Perhaps
I should give you some description of Billy, but I'm not and the reason for
that is at one time or another everyone has had their favorite little Billy
so there.

"Come on get your ass in gear," said Billy, it's hot enough to fry eggs on
the sidewalk.  Everyone's at the theater so we've got the swimming hole to
ourselves.

If there had been a contest going in school to decide the No 1 Golden Boy
for 1959, Billy would have left his competition in the dust.

The two of us climbed on our bicycles and headed to our favorite swimming
hole.  That morning we had the place to ourselves.  Even then Billy was
years ahead of his time.  Almost without thinking as though it were the most
natural thing in world, Billy slipped out of his t-shirt and cutoff's.  He
wasn't wearing underwear and that marvelous uncut dick of his bounced up and
down and kinda to and fro as he trotted over to jump in the water.

I on the other hand being the shy type took off T-shirt and pant's and ran
to the water and jumped in.  I guess you can already tell it wasn't the
first time I had fooled around with Billy, I mean here's a guy with just
enough skin around the head of his dick to make it really fun to suck on.
Just enough pre-cum to keep the plum shaped head of it looking shinny and
wet.  And just enough sweat, piss and cum spell to keep you coming back for
more.

The part I always enjoyed the most was when Billy would kinda just lay back
on the grass and close his eyes, open his legs into a V shape, fold his arms
behind his head and tell me to do what I wanted to do.  That's one of things
I liked, no mind games or signals (true or false) to try and figure out or
misinterpret.  Just I know you want and I want you to, so come and get it.

At that point I'd slide between his legs grab hold of his dick and slide the
skin back a few time's to get the head of it wet and shinny, so I could
breath in the smell of his sweat and sex.  My favorite part was the taste of
the head of his dick when I would take it between my lips and lick the built
up sweat and cum from Billy's beat off session the night before.

There was always this little bit of white cream looking stuff just behind
the ridge and it had this really good funky smell.  Trying to describe the
aroma of cum cheese is difficult not that it would matter on someone your
smitten with anyway.

Now most of you might be into clean spick and span dicks, but some of us,
myself included, go in for a little added flavor.  Billy had a rather wide
piss slit that you could get the tip of your tongue in and that was one of
the things he really got off on, used to make his whole body just kinda
shake and shiver.  There was always a little salt taste when you first
dipped inside, good stuff people.

I guess Billy wasn't that much into fucking ass and since it had never been
any great thrill of mine either that suited me just fine.  The fun part for
me was climbing between Billy's outstretched legs and sucking on that great
tasting dick of his.  It wasn't just the taste of Billy; it was his size,
the shape, the feel, and the smell.  He had a perfect set of balls to go
with it to.  About the size of large hen's eggs hanging in a tear drop
shaped bag.  Billy and I would shoot our loads at the same time.  I still
can't figure out exactly how we managed to do that.  Funny thing about it
was not once did I ever have to touch myself.

When Billy was close to popping his load the head of his dick would kinda
jump and get a little harder and a little bigger.  His balls would kinda
draw up, just a little and kinda look like they were moving around in their
sack ready to spit.  This weird kind of feeling would be in the air, you
know, kinda like waiting for a Summer storm to break.  I'd latch on stronger
with my lips and mouth and suck harder and deeper and taking Billy's cock
down my throat to his balls was a breeze and a pleasure.  Ok so I'm a cock
hound so sue me.

Billy would place his hands on the back of my head, which always gave me
goose bumps.  He'd then pump his hips like mad while I was pumping down.
This weird tickling feeling would start up in my stomach and balls and
become strong and intense.

At the same time Billy's dick would feel like it had swelled to the point
of bursting.  I could feel it jabbing the back of my throat, as it would
slide into and out of my throat.  And then without warning Billy's cum
would come gushing out of the tip of his dick, and fill my mouth and
throat.  Some guy's cum has a very strong taste of salt; not Billy's
though.  His cum always had a faintly sweet honey taste.  It's been said a
man can change the taste of his cum with the foods he eats.  If that's true
then Billy was a good case in point.

At some point along the line I would be shooting without even realizing it.
I mean there would be this intense tickling and tingling going from the
bottom of my feet straight to the top of my head and back down again.  It
was like both of us were one person, working for the same need.

And that was one Saturday morning in my Summer of 1959, and all of you should
have at least just one.

Thank you again and again warmest regards
Fox