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Levi
A new story by Danny
author of such stories as...
Part XIII
"Come on!" Moe whined.
"No way!" Abby laughed at him wickedly.
Moe continued to beg, "Ah come on!"
"Nope!" Abby giggled gleefully.
"Abby please!" Moe sounded like he might cry, "Come on you gotta!"
"Oh for shit sake... just delete the stupid video so the whiner-baby will shut the fuck up already!" Phil shouted at Abby with a healthy amount of desperation in his voice.
"Well, since you asked so nicely." Abby chuckled as she bumped shoulders with Phil, who was leaning on a tree.
Phil pretended to kiss her and she pretended to kiss him back as well.
Though outwardly Phil looked completely healed and normal, inwardly he still had some lingering soreness and occasional pain. He gets tired quickly too and is depressed a lot over the loss of his father. Despite the fact that his dad had nearly killed him, Phil still loves and morns his death. If I live to be 101, I'll never understand that; but I have never and will never say anything bad about his father to him because I love Phil too much to hurt his feelings. Our friends are the same way. No one ever brings up the subject of his dad or talks about how the police shot him when he turned on Phil with a butcher's knife, intent on killing him.
Also, thanks to some fast talking by my father and Phil's mother with the school board, the principle and most importantly, the school psychologist, and even though Phil and his mom moved out of the school district, the decision was made to allow Phil to continue to attend the same school. I guess there was a lot of concerns and heated discussions at that meeting. The reasoning an exception as made was due to Phil's father's death and Phil's mental state. Starting at a new school was just something he didn't need to have to deal with.
I wasn't in attendance for any of this and got most of the blow by blow from my mom. Mom told me that they made the argument that, not only would Phil be starting over in a sense with his academics, he'd also have to make a whole new set of friends. That could take a very long time. Mom said that it was dad who had brought this up and that dad was the one to champion the cause to keep Phil with his friends and those that love and support him as he comes to terms with what's happened. Mom also said that they started to question Mrs. Becker about why she would uproot her son in the first place. It was dad again who came to her rescue when she broke down. He explained to them that she just couldn't continue to allow her son to live in a house where nearly everything in sight reminded him of that unfortunate incident.
Mom said that Mrs. Becker nearly broke down as she tearfully said, "Could you let your children play on the lawn where their father had been shot and killed?"
God I wish I could have been there!
Thankfully, wiser heads prevailed and once he was cleared by his doctors, he was allowed to come back to school. Most days, his mother drops him off either at school or if she has an early morning appointment, she drops him at my house. Then after school, he almost always gets a ride home from my mom or dad and occasionally with one of our friends.
I never heard why, that is until years later when Phil finally confessed to me that it had been because his father had caught the two of us having sex in their shed that one afternoon. His father had brewed on it for a while until one day he finally snapped and tried to kill his own son because he could no longer deal with having a... and I'm paraphrasing Phil who was quoting his own father as saying, "Little Faggot for a son!" At the time, none of us ever asked why Mr. Becker wanted to kill Phil. Actually, I don't even know if Abby, Moe or Heather ever thought about that sort of thing. I think about it sometimes, but I keep it inside.
I had been leaning back against the opposite side of the tree from Phil and was minding my own business. My ear buds were in and my eyes closed. I could still hear my friends, but I was in another world... a Justin Bieber world. Like I said, I had my eyes closed so I didn't see Moe move near me. Justin was serenading me with his song `Baby' when I felt a sudden and sharp pain in my stomach. I doubled over and fell to the ground while trying to gasp for air. Moe, playing around and thinking I saw him, had sucker punched me. He hadn't meant to hit me so hard either, or so he said, but he had and it hurt like hell!
Realizing he'd hit me way too hard, Moe had started to lean over to help me but Phil was quicker.
"WHAT THE FUCK MAN?" Phil shouted and pushed Moe away from me.
"Oh shit Levi, I didn't mean to hit you that hard!" Moe cried out seconds before Heather hit him over the head with her history book.
CRACK!
"OH FUCK!" Heather shouted when Moe went down like a plank of wood, face first into the school lawn.
He lay lifeless for half a second before he rolled onto his back and grabbed his head, "WHAT THE FUCK HEATHER!"
"What? I just like totally thought we were like beating the shit out of each other or something. You know?" Heather said in a bad eighties valley-girl imitation. She even did the hair flip and pretended to be chewing on bubble gum. Even with the air knocked out of me and the pain I felt, I thought Heather was funny.
"Are you alright?" Phil asked as he helped me to my feet while rubbing my back soothingly.
"Shit Levi I'm so sorry!" Moe lamented as he tried to stand.
I was up, thanks to Phil, and was trying to stretch my abdominal muscles by leaning back, while at the same time attempting to reseat my ear buds.
Still more or less trying to catch my breath, I managed to say, "You're suck a dick!" and before he or anyone else realized what was happening, I lunged at him, and tackled him to the ground by the sheer force of my momentum. Any other time, I couldn't have taken him down so easily given my size verses his. Plus I had the advantage since he was still recovering from being bludgeoned with a book.
Heather screamed with surprise, "OH SHIT!" and Phil cheered, "GO LEVI!"
No one ever expects the little guy to attack and that is true for Moe as well. When he hit the ground, with me sitting on his stomach, he instinctively tried to cover up with his arms to keep me from punching him in the ribs or face. However, I didn't intend on hurting him. Nope! I did something far worse. Though I am smaller, I had the element of surprise on my side. Before Moe could react, I leaned down and licked him from his neck to his ear. I then sprang up and hid behind Heather.
Abby was upset because she didn't have her phone out and thus didn't get to record it to put it up on Ustube along with the other video she had posted of Moe pissing behind the school and Phil sneaking up behind him and fully Kegging him in mid-stream.
At seeing me lick Moe, Heather was laughing so hard, she snorted. Phil doubled over with laughter and fell back against the tree as tears of laughter ran down his face.
"AAAAH SICK!" Moe cried out as he tried franticly to wipe my slobber from his face while getting to his feet, "Why'd you have to go and put your faggot germs all over me!"
CRACK!
Heather hit Moe again with her text book.
"HEY! DON'T BE USING THAT WORD!" Heather shouted down at Moe who was holding his head and moaning.
Recently, Heather had shared with us that her Uncle was gay and had gotten married out in California to some semi-famous gay actor. I cannot remember his name at the moment. I've met her Uncle once; it was nearly a year ago, at Heather's birthday party. He's a stand-up comedian and incredibly funny. He also does this magic trick with a cigarette and a whole pickle that I saw him do five times and still don't know how he did it. I hadn't thought of him as gay when I met him, but when Heather told us he was, well it seemed logical. So when she attacked Moe for using that word, I assumed it was in defense of her uncle and not for me. I mean, why would it be about me? I suppose a more paranoid person would have thought otherwise. And if what happened next hadn't happened, I am sure my mind would have gone bonkers and started fearing that everyone knew my big secret.
Moe staggered to his feet again, albeit much slower and we all saw he was teary-eyed.
"Fuck Heather!" he blubbered, his voice cracking and revealing how near he was to crying.
Heather held up her book like she was going to hit him with it again, but Abby stopped her.
"No Heather! You might damage your text book."
Phil who had nearly regained his composure, busted out laughing again and only then did I realize he had moved so that he was standing directly to my left. He had an arm around my neck and his left hand was lying flat against my tummy as though he were willing my sore abs back to health.
"Say you're sorry, Moe!" Heather said threateningly.
"Yeah apologize you little faggot!" Phil laughed.
"Phil!" Heather whined, knowing she couldn't hit him.
"OKAY! Just don't hit me again for fuck sake!" Moe cried while holding up his hands as though surrendering, "I'm sorry! All right? But tell Abby to delete that fucking video!"
Abby held up her phone, "Alright shit for brains!"
"Wait! Why'd you sucker-punch me?" I asked while rubbing my tummy and having my fingers brush against Phil's.
"I didn't mean too!" Moe complained.
Heather acted like she was going to take another swing at him with her textbook as she shouted with emotion, "AND I DIDN'T MEAN TOOOOOOO..." but she didn't actually hit him again.
Moe flinched, leapt to one side and confessed to me, "I was trying to nut you and missed."
"Oh, and that would have been better?" Abby asked snottily.
"Why would you nut me? I haven't done anything to you!" I complained.
"You licked me!" he said as he again tried to wipe at his face.
"Oh my god! That was after you fucking hit him!" Abby both laughed and shook her phone at him.
"Hit him again Heather!" Phil cheered, "I like it when his eyes roll back in his head."
"Beat him till he pisses himself!" Abby laughed.
Moe cowered and ran to hide behind Phil and myself.
"Don't hide behind me!" Phil laughed and did a reverse pelvic thrust, butt bumping Moe hard enough to drive him back a step or two.
"Jeez! Why's everyone against me today?" Moe whimpered.
"Because you punched poor little Levi!"
"HEY! I'm not little!" I complained, "I'm just concentrated!"
"Just add water." Phil said almost as a side thought.
Moe then reached out and poked me in the back with two fingers, "And why the fuck did you lick me! That was fucking sick!"
"Oh please, you know you chubbed up when his tongue touched your skin!" Heather laughed and motioned with her hands like she had a huge fire hose sized dick.
"OH MY GOD!" Abby cried out while looking at her phone, "My father just texted me!" She was absolutely unhinged with excitement and trembling.
The rest of us were completely confused as to why she got so excited over a text.
"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" she repeated while holding her chest and bouncing in place.
"Don't keep us in suspense!" Heather chastised while tucking her book under one arm and moving close to Abby so she could read Abby's phone message too.
Moe came to my right, and imitating Phil, put his left arm around behind my head and then placed his right hand over my hand on my stomach. I guess that was when Phil realized that he was showing a bit too much affection. Phil started to move his hand away but then Moe turned his head and licked me the same way I had him, from the neck to the ear only his lick was 100 times wetter and even got the side of my mouth a little.
"OH SICK!" I cried as I stood there and took the licking like a man.
"NO WAY!" Heather exclaimed and began to bounce along with Abby.
Moe didn't see my right hand as I dropped it down and ball tapped him. I didn't actually punch him in the nuts. I only just lightly knocked my knuckles against his balls enough to cause him pain. It was the same thing he allegedly was trying to do to me. Let me tell you, it fucking hurts like hell when someone taps your balls! I'd rather be punched in the gut than ball tapped any day! Before we became Top Secret Boyfriends, Phil was always ball-tapping me at the worst times. I hated it. Since we've become a secret couple, he's not tapped me even once. I think that is because he's trying to keep his distance from my balls while in public.
Moe fell to the ground, but no one paid him the least amount of attention as everyone seemed too interested in what Abby was so excited about.
I looked up to Phil who still had his arm around me but his hand was no longer on my chest.
Without looking my way Phil lifted his arm which was incased in a sweater and wiped Moe's slobber from my face as he asked, "Tell me again why we are friends with those two?" meaning Heather and Abby.
"Because they're both super-hot!" I answered, which got both of the girls' attention as they blushed in unison.
Ignoring the fact that Phil was cleaning my face with the sleeve of his sweater, Abby shared with us what her father had texted to her, "My dad JUST got me two V.I.P. backstage passes..."
And then both Abby and Heather screamed as one, "To the Justin Bieber concert!"
I felt Phil's hand leave my face and return to my chest. He pressed tightly as though he was trying to tell me to keep calm and not `OUT' myself; but despite his efforts I nearly did.
"REALLY!?" I squealed so high pitched that dogs everywhere perked up their ears and cats ran to hide under sofas. God, I sounded like a stupid star-struck girl!
Phil's arm, which had been wrapped around behind my head, pulled me a little closer. In another place and time, I would have suspected that a headlock was coming.
Moe grabbed my right wrist in an effort to help himself up as he clutched at his aching balls with his other hand.
Phil acted like he was laughing as he tried to cover for me, "Oh, that's a good one Levi! You honestly sounded like you wanted to see that lame wanna-be singer!"
"HEY!" Abby cried out, "DON'T BAD MOUTH JB!"
Heather held up her text book and threatened Phil, "You want some of this too Pretty-boy?"
Phil laughed them both off, "Oh, I'm sorry! JB is amazing! He's the best ever! All hale the Biebster!"
I was physically shacking with excitement and wanted to beg Abby to take me instead of Heather; however, Phil managed to keep me from giving away my big-big secret. It didn't help that Justin Bieber was singing in my ears through all of it!
"Alright, I'm officially done!" Phil announced, "I need to start heading home. I'm beginning to feel kind of sore again. Congratulations on the passes Abbs. Hope you both have fun; but my leg is starting to hurt and I'm hungry as hell!"
"You alright?" Moe asked in all seriousness while still caressing his balls, "I can have my mom come give us a ride!"
"That's okay. I'm going to walk home today." Phil lied, knowing that none of them would allow that to happen.
"PHIL NO!" Moe complained, knowing full well Phil wasn't supposed to walk long distances just yet.
Phil chuckled, "Relax Numb-Nuts! Levi's mom is supposed to pick us up." Phil said, which was true.
Abby and Heather were too excited and quickly faded away from the three of us.
With his arm still around me, Phil began to walk me toward the front of the school, but stopped after too steps, turned and smacked Moe in the face. Not hard, just a friendly smack, "Behave and stop playing with yourself so much or you'll go blind!"
The two of us walked away, leaving Moe standing there alone and still holding his crotch. When we were out of eye sight and ear shot of everyone I lost control and started to weep.
"What? Why?" Phil asked with an embarrassed tone to his voice.
"I-I-I!" was all I could say as I so wanted one of those backstage passes more than I have wanted anything in my life.
"Hey, we're already going to the concert right?" he asked as he tightened his arm a bit, basically holding me in a very easily broken headlock.
I tried to speak but couldn't as the tears began to flow down my cheeks.
"Levi, people are looooookiiiiinnnngggg!" Phil complained uncomfortably.
I tried my best to shut off my emotions, but I was overcome with desire to meet my dream boy face-to-face and no force on Earth could defend against such emotions!
"What's the matter?" Mom asked as she pulled up in front of the school with her car radio playing too loud.
Ironically, the song on the radio was one of mom's favorites, Achy Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus. Man, I hate that song!
She had rolled down the front passenger window and was leaning across the seat while expressing motherly concern.
"Not to worry Mrs. Lorret. No broken bones, just an achy breaky heart do to an idol crush!" Phil said with a self-amused laugh as he reached out and opened the front passanger door before he pushed me in. Before I was even settled in the seat, he shut the door and then got in the back seat alone.
Mom offered me a napkin for my runny nose.
"So, what's going on?" She asked with worry in her voice.
"Abby's father got backstage passes for her and Heather to the Justin Bieber concert and SOMEONE freaked out!" Phil told my mother, and as he said `SOMEONE freaked out', he reached up and pulled on my right earlobe.
I was wiping at my wet eyes as mom handed me another napkin from her purse to blow my nose into.
"Oh, for the love of... Levi you scared me half to death! I thought one of you got hurt again!"
By dinner that night, I was over my overwhelming jealousy at Abby and Heather getting those backstage passes. And then the fear that Abby and Heather might see me at the concert began to take over.
Phil and his mother ate over that night as Dad wanted to try out his new grill. By the end of dinner Phil knew something wasn't right with me and dragged me off to my room where he questioned me.
His mother had to go run some errands and told us she'd call when she was ready to pick Phil up. I think Phil was glad to have some time away from her.
When I told him about my fears that Abby and Heather would see us at the concert, he got a bit upset with me.
"How do you think I feel? I bet you and I will be the only two guys there!" He said as he punched me hard in the shoulder.
"Owee!" I complained.
"Are you going to stop being stupid?" he asked while threatening me with a closed fist.
While rubbing my arm, I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Keep it up and I will yank that thing right out of your head!" He threatened and then went to my computer.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I walked up and stood behind him while he sat his glorious ass in my desk chair.
"Man, you have the most uncomfortable desk and chair!" he declared.
"Well, it isn't made for people with long legs and luscious butts!" I said and quickly stepped back two steps because Phil reached backward over his head to try to grab me.
When he put his arms back down, I stepped closer again but then he turned in the chair and with raised eyebrows he asked, "Did you just say I have a luscious ass?"
"Noooo!" I lied with a smirk.
"That's what I thought," He said with a wicked smile and turned back around as he added, "I'm going to search to see just how many people go to his lousy concerts."
I knew he was only saying that to try to get a reaction from me, so I obliged and flicked his ear as I assured him, "Oh, thousands and thousands!" however, I never would have guessed the number would be as high as it was.
"OUCH! Stop that!" he complained at getting his ear flicked and in the same breath he exclaimed, "Shit! Over 40,000 were in attendance at the Madison Square Garden's concert!" Phil exclaimed.
"How many were boys?" I asked.
"I don't think they have those kinds of fig..." he stopped mid-sentence when he saw the answer three search results down the page, "Oh, 1-in-3 are male."
"Wonder how many are dad's like mine will be?" I asked.
Phil shrugged, "Doesn't say."
"Want a blow job?" I asked.
"Not right now, I'm too full from dinner." He said as he clicked another link.
I flicked both of his ear lobe at the same time which made him laugh. That is something he and I do to each other. Right in the middle of a perfectly normal conversation, one of us will ask the other if he wants a blow job. Phil almost always responds with, "HELL YEAH!"
Phil abandoned the computer searches as he turned in the chair, pointed to his crotch and ordered, "Get to work slut!"
"You said you were too full!" I chuckled.
"You have two choices! You can suck it willingly or get forcibly face fucked!" he growled with evil venom dripping from the corners of his mouth.
I started to move to my bedroom door to close it. However, he must have thought I was leaving my room because he sprang to his feet and grabbed a fist full of the back of my shirt.
"Where do you think you are going?" he said while trying to swallow his laughter at our little sex game.
"Take it easy! I'm just closing the door! Unless you want me to leave it open so my parents can hear us?"
"Uuuuuum!" He pretended to ponder that idea; and as he did so, I reached back and gave his package a very aggressive squeeze.
"Oh shit!" he moaned, "That hurt!"
He released my shirt and allowed me to close the door.
At hearing the door latch, I turned and ordered, "Hey sexy! Loose the pants!"
"I don't think I can! My fingers hurt!" he teased as he held his hands up like all his fingers were broken and disjointed.
My knees bent without any conscious thought from my head, causing me to drop quickly. As I went down, I reached out to unfasten his belt but I did it slowly to prolong the experience. I could see his cock engorging inside his pants and by the time I got his zipper down, the front of his boxer briefs were tenting straight out.
His pants slid quickly down his legs to the floor and covered his polished school shoes as I leaned in and licked his cotton covered balls.
Phil moaned and then cussed, "SHIT!" and blew his load right there in his boxer-briefs.
"REALLY?" I gasped with surprise.
I felt both glee at being able to make him come so fast and disappointment at not getting to drink down his cock-juices.
"Fuck!" he complained.
"Bet I can make you come again!" I said teasingly.
"Oh I know you can!" he said as he attempted to recover from his premature ejaculation.
Leaving him standing there, I pulled down his cum stained briefs and took his softening cock into my mouth.
"Shit, that tickles!" he complained.
I ignored him as I buried my nose in his pubic hair and swallowed his cock down my throat.
Reaching around, I cupped each of his round smooth globes for leverage and began to pull my face back and forth slowly. It took very little time to get him hard again and soon he grabbed my head as he began to fuck my face faster and faster.
Less than ten minutes after his first eruption, he exploded again with a long grunt. This time every drop went down my throat.
When he was done, he started to withdraw but I pulled him back in.
"Shit Levi, at least let me sit down!"
With his cock still in my mouth I shook my head as I attempted to drain every last drop of cum from his balls.
"If you don't let me sit down, I might just fall down!" he warned even though I didn't believe him. I allowed his dick to slide slowly out of my mouth.
With his pants still around his ankles, Phil did that shuffle walk we all are familiar with over to my bed where he turned and sat down. He then reclined backward and placed his hands behind his head.
"Oh that's much better!" he said with almost a boyish giggle.
Not getting up, I knee walked over to him and dove onto his cock for a third helping.
"Holy shit Levi! Let him catch his breath at least!" Phil said, referring to his soft cock in the third person.
I shook my head again as I began to lick Phil's entire crotch, including his pubes until they were not just clean but gleaming from my saliva. After about fifteen or more minutes of performing a total tongue bath, Phil's cock started to fill with blood once again. The whole time I had been licking him, he just laid there with his eyes closed and his arms behind his head. His breathing was so shallow that I might have suspected that he'd fallen asleep.
This time however, once I had him good and aroused and on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm for a third time, I stopped.
Phil opened his eyes and looked down at me questioningly.
"What? Two isn't enough for you?" I teased.
Looking and sounding a little too much like Hannibal Lector, he said to me, "If you don't want to get raped, then you best finish what you started!"
"Oh please! A cripple like you, raping me? I'm soooo scared!" I continued to tease.
He propped himself up on his elbows and glared at me. I worried that I might have crossed a line with the use of the word `cripple'.
His expression changed to one of deep thought, "That would make an awesome wrestlers name, "The Crippler!"
"There was one named that a long time ago, but he went crazy and murdered his family and then killed himself."
The moment I said it, I wished I hadn't. I could tell just by his eyes that I'd re-awakened his memories of his father.
He surprised me when he raised a single finger and wiggled it in the `Come here' manner.
I shook my head, `no' at him, hoping that playing hard to get would make him forget again.
His eyes narrowed slowly as his finger curled slower, almost as if he finger could be angry.
Though I tried not to, a smile began to spread across my face.
He snapped his fingers and forcefully pointed to his hard cock.
Still on my knees, I turned and wiggled my ass at him. I heard the bedsprings creak and half a second later Phil had gotten a hold of the back of my belt, lifted me until my toes barely touched the floor, spun me around and shoved me face first on the bed.
Laughing, I playfully struggled to get back up, but he pinned me down to the bed with one hand as he reached under me to undo my belt. Frustrated that he couldn't get it, he finally just grabbed either side of my pants and forced them off me, underwear and all.
"HEY!" I good-naturedly complained.
Phil gave my bare ass a hard swat which echoed off my bedroom walls.
"HEY THAT..." I started to criticize but didn't finish because Phil had roughly shoved his thumb into my ass.
The pain was blinding as I bit down on my bottom lip and held my breath.
"You asked for this!" he hissed angrily but I knew he wasn't mad. It was all just part of our sex play; however, his thumb going in dry was still extremely painful.
Phil was all business as he quickly switched from using his thumb to using two, and then three fingers. I suppose I should be thankful that he spat on my hole before he lined up his cock and shoved it into my ass all the way to the hilt.
To keep me from screaming, he had taken the pillow from my bed and covered my head as he entered me. I still screamed, but it was muffled by the downy stuffing.
He wasn't being very loving or gentle as he drove his cock in and out of me with deadly force. And the fact that he'd cum twice already meant I was in for a long ride.
It seemed to take forever for the pain to give way to pleasure and Phil knew when it had because I started to raise my ass when he was sliding his cock backward. That's when he picked up the pace and the intensity of his fucking. All through this, he kept my head buried under the pillow. How I was able to breathe is a mystery to me.
At one point, I moved my arms up and started to rise up. This seemed to upset my lover as he grabbed my arms and twisted them around behind my back into a double-chicken wing. He then used them as leverage which hurt too but in a good way.
Soon, I was so turned on by this rough sex that I blew my own load into the comforter.
In the past when I would cum, the tightening of my ass would cause Phil to cum as well but not this time. He was like an animal and continued to punish my ass with his cock for quite a while before finally shoving his cock deeply into me and holding it there as he deposited his seed.
After he was completely spent, he fell on top of me, removing the pillow at the same time. I hadn't realized just how desperate I was for fresh air until I felt it filling my lungs.
"Oh shit that was good Levi!" he gasped as his face came to rest against my own and his sweat dripped down onto me.
We were both gasping and panting for air and didn't speak for several minutes as we tried to recover. During this time, Phil's cock remained in my ass even though it had gone soft.
"Are you going to let me up?" I asked, almost begging.
"Nope!" He said as he lifted his head and kissed my cheek.
I tried to turn my head to kiss him too, but he still had my arms chicken-winged behind my back, limiting my ability to move.
He started licking my ear and sucking on my lobe, which he had learned, drives me absolutely wild. My ears and my neck are like instant turn-ons for me.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" I chuckled, because it tickled.
"You taste like chicken!" he said with a laugh.
Then he licked my neck below my ear and got the response he was hoping for. A shiver ran though me, causing me to squeeze my boy-hole and thus, squeezing his deflated dick.
"Whoa!" I hummed as he continued to lick and nuzzle my neck, working me into a fever once again.
He knew he had me ready for another round when I started to push my ass back against him. It also got him semi hard, enough that he was able to fuck me slow and steady.
"I was hard all fucking day today and couldn't wait to get you alone!" he confessed to me.
I believed it as he was about to attempt a fourth round with his cock. It also explained why he came so quickly the first time.
He continued at a slow steady pace which felt fucking awesome as his cum had my insides very well lubricated. However, when he started biting my ear, I thought I was going to cum right then and there, but then we both heard, "PHIL YOUR MOTHER JUST CALLED AND SHE'LL BE HERE IN FIVE MINUTES!"
That was mom shouting up the stairs to us.
"Better speed this up!" he said, but it was how he said it that made my heart skip a beat.
He pulled his cock so that it was almost completely out of my ass. Then, at the same time, he bit down on my ear lobe hard and drove his cock deep into my ass. Besides driving me wild, it also caused me to literally squeeze the fuck out of his dick. On the third drive in, we both exploded at the same time.
"PHIL YOUR MOTHER'S HERE!" Mom shouted up.
"Just in time!" he said as he kissed my cheek. He used the back of my shirt to wipe the sweat from his face, then stood up, pulled up his pants and ran out of my room, leaving me lying there gasping and reeling from the awesome fucking he'd just given me.
I didn't bother with cleaning up. Hell, I didn't have the energy to stand up, let alone clean up! Instead, I pulled back the covers of my bed and climbed under them just as Phil had left me, with my pants around my knees, my shoes still on and my school shirt and tie still on. I didn't even care that my ass was going to leak and make a mess of my bed.
I lay there replaying every moment of it in my mind until sleep took me. As I was drifting off to sleep, the thought crossed my mind as to whether mom and dad would come to check on me as it was very unusual for me to go to sleep that early.
To Be Continued!
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Once again I must thank Paul S. Stevens for his help with proofing this chapter. Thank you Paul!!!!
And be sure to check out my other books...
Simon's Journal – Ever read someone's secret diary? Well here is your chance to read the private journal of a young boy named Simon David Leonard. Simon is just a mild American boy...that is until someone threatens his friends or family, then watch out! He has a secret problem which to him feels all consuming. When he decided to go in search for others who share the same secret problem, he sets off a series of events that will change his life, and the lives of those he encounters, forever. As you lose yourself within the pages of his four volume journal, you will laugh, cry, scream, and cheer your way through adventures that will take you halfway around the world and back again.
(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/simons-journal/)
Goodbye Normal Jeans – Meet Nevada, the middle child of a country families seven children. Nevada, prematurely born, lives the life of a simple country boy. His biggest concerns in life are dealing with his physical inadequacies related to his early birth, and making sure the pigs don't get loose. All of that changes when it is discovered that Nevada is exceptionally intelligent and is awarded a scholarship to a prestigious school for gifted young minds. There he must learn new ways of coping with his bodies limitations while trying to cope with life back on the farm.
(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/goodbye-normal-jeans/)
Alvin Ever After – A four part novel series chronicling the life changing events of a young California surfer boy named Alvin who has been uprooted and transplanted clear across the country to Maine?
In the first novel you will journey with Alvin and his parents as they travel east, encountering many adventures and people along their way.
The second novel tells of Alvin's new life in Maine as he and his parents struggle to make a new life for themselves.
The third novel tells the tale of a terrible tragedy which rocks Alvin and his family at its core. Friends and loved ones will flock to Alvin and his family's side as everyone struggles to come to grips.
The final novel in the series, which is coming very soon to Nifty, will see Alvin making a life changing decision and sets out on a new adventure across the country as he attempts to return to California again.
(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/alvin-ever-after/)
I have a blog which I update with information about how work on my stories is coming along. It's a good way to find out what I've been up to and what stories I am working on. You can find it at www.talkhard.5u.com
And be sure to keep a watchful eye out for
Levi
Part XIV
Coming soon!