Date: Sat, 4 Dec 2010 06:54:13 -0500 From: Lamort DeLioncourt Subject: Not Just Another Summer 4 (Revised) Not Just Another Summer Part 4 As I slowly woke up, I came to the realization that my dick was in a warm, slobbery place. It made me smile. I knew that Bobby was finally keeping his word about returning favors. I reached down with both my hands, placing one on each side of Bobby's head. I rubbed his ears and told him it was about time that he got down to business. He lifted off my dick, and told me that if I kept talking that way I could just suck my own dick. Since I knew that wasn't possible, I just got comfortable and shut my mouth. Bobby hadn't pulled my foreskin back this time, and was using his lips to slide it up and down over the head of my dick. He had no problems taking my entire dick in his mouth and still had room for my ball sac, which he sucked and licked. He paused and asked me if I liked him using my foreskin instead of pulling it tightly back. I told him I preferred to have it pulled back so I could enjoy the feel of his lips on the head of my dick instead of my own foreskin, but any way he wanted to do it was just fine with me. He immediately pulled my foreskin back and once again lowered his head to my dick. He ran his tongue in circles around the head of my dick and every so often would stick the tip of his tongue into my pee hole. I really liked that because it made my dick swell up even more in his mouth. I didn't last long, and soon dry orgasmed in his mouth. He kept sucking me, but very slowly and very gently. Soon even that was too much and I had to pull my dick out of his mouth. He slid up to the head of the bed next to me, and pulled me close to him. His lips were on my in a flash, and his tongue was soon probing my lips. I opened my mouth and let him slide in his tongue. The kissing thing seemed to give him a lot of enjoyment. I thought it was ok but nothing to do hand springs over. When Bobby rolled over to start kissing me, I felt his hard-on pressing against my leg. I couldn't just ignore it, so I slipped down next to him until my mouth was directly in front of his dick. I took his dick in my hand and proceeded to retract the foreskin until it was tightly stretched, and bunched up at the base. I started out licking the head and running my tongue in circles around it. Bobby was already oozing from his pee hole and I was lapping it up as fast as he was pumping it out. I then switched to his ball sac and began licking and sucking on it, while my hand stroked his shaft rapidly up and down. He began to moan and thrust his hips, causing his dick to poke me in the forehead. I figured I had better get his dick in my mouth or he would shoot his sperm all over my face. I pulled his dick down slightly and allowed him to thrust it into my mouth. About five thrusts later, he unloaded his sperm into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed all of it. When he finally stopped thrusting, I gently took his dick from my mouth and licked it clean so that there was no sperm remaining on the shaft or inside the foreskin. I liked sliding his foreskin up and over my tongue; it felt nice. I repositioned myself at the head of the bed, and Bobby once again pressed his lips against mine. I immediately opened my mouth and his tongue slid in picking up the remains of his sperm and coating his tongue. When we broke the kiss, I looked over at the clock and the time was only 3:45 am. I suggested to Bobby that we definitely needed more sleep and he agreed. When I rolled over on my side to get comfortable, Bobby rolled with me, spooning up against my back. I felt his soft dick pressing lightly against my butt cheek. Within minutes, we were both asleep again. When I woke up the second time, I could see light coming in through the window. I looked over at the clock saw it was just past 8 am. Bobby's arm was under my neck and he was still spooned up against my back. I had to pee very badly, but I didn't want to wake him by getting out of bed. I thought about it for a minute and decided to try rolling away from him. It didn't work and he woke up anyway. I wasted no time jumping out of bed and heading for the bathroom, still naked from sleeping without pajamas. At times like this, I was glad I had a bathroom connected to my bedroom. My brother's room was on the other side of the bathroom so we had separate bedrooms but had to share a bathroom. He was 17, had gone to Uncle Tony's house in California for the summer. I had a pee hard-on and trying to push it down towards the toilet was almost painful. Bobby joined me in the bathroom moments later and he was having the same problem. We stood there looking at each other laughing. Finally, my dick softened enough that I was able to pee. I guess the sound of pee hitting the water in the toilet was enough for Bobby, and he was able to go. I saw that he had skinned his foreskin back before peeing and I asked him why he did it. His answer was simple. He told me that if he didn't peel it back he would spray pee everywhere instead of just hitting the toilet. When we were finished, we headed back into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed. Bobby grabbed my dick and started playing with it. As much as I wanted him to do it, I told him not now because Mom would be coming a round in a minute to make sure we were up and getting ready for breakfast. It seemed that I had no sooner gotten the words out of my mouth and Mom was knocking on the bedroom door telling us to get up, shower, and get dressed. I looked over at Bobby and smiled. I knew how Mom was. We headed back to bathroom to get the showering done, stopping to grab towels from the linen closet. I got in first and started the water running, and Bobby followed me. I got to shampooing my hair, and when I stepped under the water to rinse the shampoo out, I felt Bobby grab my dick again. Unfortunately, I had to tell him no again. I told him if we weren't downstairs in less than 15 minutes, Mom would be knocking at the door again. He said he understood and we quickly finished our showers. We took our towels and headed back to the bedroom and we finished drying off. I got us both clean underwear and socks from the dresser. Since it was Sunday, casual dress was the norm. We opened the closets and spent a few minutes picking out T-shirts and shorts to wear. We dressed quickly and grabbed a couple pairs of sneakers to put on. Finally dressed, we headed downstairs to see what Mom had for breakfast. It was the usual Sunday morning breakfast, eggs, bacon, pan-fried potatoes and toast. There was also a large box of donuts on the counter, which told me my Dad had been up early and gone for coffee and donuts. When he did this, he always brought us back donuts. Mom handed us our plates, and told us to eat in the breakfast nook, not the dining room. When I asked why, she told us we were expecting guests for dinner and she had already cleaned the dining room up and set the table. I asked who was coming for dinner and Mom told me Uncle Bear and Aunt Patty. I asked if they were bringing the boys with them and she said yes, that Mark and Raymond would be coming. Then she said they would probably be staying with us a few days while Uncle Bear and Aunt Patty were out of town. I asked Mom if Bobby could stay while Mark and Ray were with us, and she told Bobby to talk to his Mom, that she was fine with him staying. While we were eating breakfast, my Dad stuck his head into the breakfast nook, told us good morning and that he was going golfing and would be home later that afternoon. Dad always went golfing on Sunday; it was a ritual with him. We finished breakfast and I asked Mom if I could go over to Bobby's with him to see if he could stay a couple of days with us while Mark and Ray were staying. She told me ok and we left. We went over to his house and got his Mom to agree to him staying with me for a few days. She asked if he needed to pack a bag and I told her he would just wear my clothes to save the hassle. I told her we didn't know yet how long Mark and Ray were staying, but that Bobby would give her a call as soon as we found out. She said fine and told us to have a nice time. By the time, we got back to my house it was already getting hot. Bobby suggested the pool and I agreed. I asked Mom if it was ok and she said sure. I asked if we had to wear suits, and she told us that was up to us. She did remind us that if we didn't wear suits we needed to be careful not to get too sunburned. We hurried up to my bedroom and got out of our clothes. We grabbed clean towels from the linen closet, wrapped them around our waists, and headed out to the pool. Once there, we dropped the towels on the lounge chairs and hit the water. It sure felt good in the cool water. We swam and played for about an hour before I told Bobby I wanted to get out for a while to warm up. I climbed out of the pool and grabbed my towel. I pulled one of the lounge chairs into the full sun and stretched out on it. The sun felt good on my cool skin. Bobby hollered out from the pool to watch out for sunburn, and I laughed at him.