Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2007 14:31:10 +0000
From: J. Edward White
Subject: A model boy 2

   As the video came to life, so did the boy. He was leaning forward, his
mouth open and his boycock bouncing with every rapid heartbeat. The man
in the picture began stroking his cock slowly with a forehand grip and in
a few minutes his legs began to twitch, then his abdomen, and his stroke
slowed, his hand now gently caressing only his engorged, leaking glans.
His hips lifted off the chair, the man removed his hand, his cock jerked
once, and with the second jerk a rope of cream shot up to streak his
chest. Two, three, four jets flowed, the man's hips rejoined the chair
and his cock seeped another three gobs of cum, rolling down his tool and
dripping over his ballsac. He wiped his softening package with a tissue,
rose from his chair and walked off the TV screen.  The boy then turned
with a start and said, "Wait a minute, it's that chair and the ring is
your ring. That was you!"

   Brad smiled. "Indeed it is. I enjoyed making that tape almost as much
as you seemed to enjoy watching it. Would you like to try to release your
load that way?"
   Without hesitation the boy grabbed his rockhard organ and began
fiercely pounding. "No! Not that way, be gentle and take your time to
enjoy it. Here, let me show you."
   Brad began to slowly and gently fondle the boy's testicles. He was so
hard, they were pulled up next to his cock; there was no scrotum left
after covering the root of is dick. He then, with a feathery touch,
stroked Jeff's cock, moving slowly up to shaft toward  his bulging glans.
"How does that feel?", said Brad.

   "Oh, it makes my peep..., my penis all itchy. Rub it hard!"

   "No, Jeff," said Brad, "the trick is to savor the essence of pleasure
and delay the magic moment."

   "Oh, it feels so tight in there, like a rubberband over stretched.
It's going to break and, and, oh, oh, Oh, OOOOOOOO, God!" He was
twitching and shaking all over.  "Ahhhghhhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhhhhhh." he cried
and a thin jet of clear precum ejected a foot in the air followed by a
glob of almost clear jellylike virgin boycum, and then another oozed out
of his pisshole.

   "How did that feel?" said Jeff.

   "I, I can't describe it! But now I feel all weak and like I'm going to
faint!"

   "That will only last for a few minutes, don't worry." said Brad.

   "It's OK now, let's do it again." said the boy.


   Brad laughed. "Tomorrow, and with the load decreased you'll last
longer and enjoy it more.

   Jeff said, "But I didn't squirt the same stuff as you. Is there
something wrong with me"

   "Not at all, it's just a matter of maturing. By the end of the summer
you'll probably shoot as much as I.  Tell you what. We'll have another
lesson after breakfast tomorrow and I'll bet you'll find you can
concentrate on work better afterwards than you have since you arrived."

   "On yuk!" said Jeff. "Oatmeal, cut up fruit and milk! Aimt Hetty gave
me bacon and eggs for breakfast."

   "She probably thinks cholesterol is a rock band. There's lots of brown
sugar for the oatmeal and lots less grease to plug up your arteries, so
chow down and get used to a modern sensible diet." said Brad. When the
dishes were stacked in the dishwasher, Brad said, "OK, time to go to
work."

   "Wait a minute! You said you would teach me more about "unloading"
after breakfast!"

   Brad laughed."Well, by the bulge in your jeans I would guess you've
been thinking about that since you got up. Adeal is a deal. Off to the
family room for lesson two."

   "I want to see you cum again so can we watch the video?" said Jeff.

   "Off with your clothes and on with the VCR." said Brad. The boy
stripped naked and was already at full erection. By the time Brad turned
on the tape he too was fully boned up. Again the boy watched the scene
with rapt attention and his hand wandered to  his raging hard dick. "Not
so fast, lad, we don't want you ending the lesson prematurely." After the
tape was finished, Brad returned his attention to Jeff's organ. Now he
began where he left off, gently stroking up the boy's shaft to the
corona. "The groove where the glans meets the shaft is exquisitely
sensitive." said Brad and he begn circling the base of the boy's helmet
slowly and gently.

   "Oh, I'm getting all tight again!" said Jeff.

   "Time out, it's time to change direction." said Brad. "I want to show
you the most sensitive spot of all. I want you to massage my frenulum.
Find the loose skin just under the spot where the glans meets the
shaft on the underside of my dick and gently stroke it. Ahh, that's
wonderful. Now use your  thumb and forefinger to roll that skin gently
between your fingers. Oh, yes! Gently, gently, ahhhh.. Before it's too
late, I want to show you how the prostate reacts." He opened the drawer
in the coffee table and took out a tube of Wet and a rubber glove, which
he asked Jeff to put on. "Now, get your forefinger good and lubed up
and slide it up my ass. God, that feels good. Move in and out a bit and
start stroking my cock. Oh, man, you are a natural! Now put your finger
all the way in and point the tip up toward my belly button. Feel that
firmer area that feels sort of like a plum? Feel what happens as I get
close to shooting."

   Jeff found the spot and without direction began to stroke it while
continuing to jack Brad's steel hard member. "Whoa, it's swelling up and
getting hard." said Jeff. Then the boy felt Brad's rectum spasm around
his finger and a gout of jizz shot out of Brad's dick. Before he could
pull back the first and second spurt hit him on the nose and cheek. He
reared back and unaided by touch, Brad continued to ejaculate until only
a thin "soapwater" drizzle oozed out and without being told, he removed
his finger from Brad's still spasming anus.

  "Oh, wow, that was terrific." said Brad. He reached over and picked up
a glob of cum from the boy"s cheek and sucked it off his finger. "Nice."
he said. "Try a taste yourself."

   The boy hesitated, but put a small bit of Jeff's spooge on his finger
and gingerly tasted it. "Well, it isn't bad, but sort of sweet and
yukky."

   "To each his own, but I like it better than fudge sauce on
chocalate ice cream." said Brad and proceeded to lick the rest of his
load off the boy's face.

   "Time to get you off or you won't be able to do a lick of work all
day." said Brad. He put on a rubber glove , lubed his forefinger and
gently inserted it up Jeff's poopchute. "There's your prostate, how does
it feel when I press and stroke it?", said Brad.

   "What does heaven feel like?" asked the boy. Brad turned his attention
to Jeff's corona and frunulum and in less than a minute felt the acorn
sized prostate swell. He quickly moved his head over Jeff's shiny purple
glans as Jeff let out a holler.

   "AAAAGHHHHHHHH, Yeah, ooooo, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhh!" said jeff as he
watched a small jet of thin white boyjizz splash off Brad's face. Two
more spurts found their way into Brad's waiting mouth.

   "Delicous!", said Brad.  Did you notice, you shot more semen than
yesterday? I think we're cleaning your plumbing.  Try a taste of your
own."

   The lad did and said, "Well, I guess I sort of like it. Maybe we could
try some over shocolate ice cream?"

   "Maybe later, but now it's time to get to work. We're behind on a
couple of important projects.", said Brad.

   "I liked the projects on my behind just fine!" said Jeff laughing.

To Be Continued