Date: Wed, 5 Aug 2020 22:22:26 -0400 From: Moon Store LLC Subject: Back Seat Angel Part 5 Hi Folks! Here is the fifth installment of my little tale. It is complete fiction, and if you shouldn't be reading this sort of stuff, don't. However, please donate to Nifty for allowing us to share with each other. Help make the world a little more colorful, and keep the forces of drudgery and conformity at bay. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Moonstore ----- Part 4 -- "Ready to lose that hoodie now, Buck? It really doesn't suit as a robe for a king." ----- Part 5 -- Suddenly, Buck seems shy, his eyes a bit troubled and unsure. His hands, which had been gently rubbing my chest, became still, and I could feel the muscles tighten slightly along his leg as I continued to lightly brush the silky hairs along his thigh. I slowly drew his head down towards my face for another gentle kiss, this one just a peck on the lips, followed by a couple of light busses along his jawline, fine downy hair under his chin tickling my upper lip and the tip of my nose as I traced an arc towards his ear. "Buck?" I murmured quietly, "Don't be nervous. You are the king, right? Role play, okay? I'm your conquest, your servant. Your sword has already shown me its might. Now I wish to see the rest of your beautiful and seductive royal body, and I shall do your bidding, because your sway over me is powerful and complete, O mighty one! Cast these unworthy garments aside, and I shall find you robes and scepter fit for royalty!" (Yeah, right, dude. What, are you going to dig the tie dye and bong out of the bottom of your closet? -- Shut up brain, creative license. Who's side are you on, anyways?) I pulled back to look into his mild brown eyes, and he gave me a cautious grin, as he considered my words, so I gave him another quick tickle along his thigh, to which he giggled, and jumped ever so slightly, shifting his weight back so that he was once again sitting up. This time, as he moved, I readjusted myself so that his rump was not mashing my nuts as he put his weight on me. His hands, which until now had still rested upon my chest, now moved downwards towards his own hips, and he appeared to hesitate as he fumbled with the hem of the hoodie, rubbing the scrapes on his knuckles hesitantly along the rough cloth. "Yes, Buck? Are you okay with this?" "Um, uh, yeah, Jack, okay I'm..." Suddenly, without any pretense of a strip tease or attempt at coyness, he pulled the bottom hem of the hoodie up, reached behind himself and grasped the back end, and yanked it over his head, turning the sweatshirt inside-out as he did so. Exposed now, I could see his torso, then his chest, as he wriggled to rid himself of the oversized garment. His elbows popped out of the sleeves, then I could hear a few muffled grunts as he scrabbled along the back of his neck, finding a spot, and then his head popped out, tousled hair over his eyes. Groping, he grabbed the cloth hoodie near his shoulders, and then pulled each arm out, awkwardly flinging the sweatshirt onto the floor as his hands came free. He sat there, panting slightly from the exertion of disrobing, eyes anxiously casting about the room, looking almost anywhere, it seemed, but at me or himself. He was absolutely stunning. Once again, the comparison to either imp or angel sprang to my mind as I took in the sight of the feast of flesh before me. I could feel the tightness in my chest, and my breath caught in my dry throat as I stared, my heart beating wildly. I could see that he was still deliberately avoiding eye contact, so I used this moment of uncomfortable silence to drink in the details of this teen god above me on the couch. Starting at the hem of the gym shorts still covering his crotch, I could see a faint treasure trail of dark hair that climbed upward towards his navel, fanning outward into light blond fuzz across the bottom of his stomach. The rest of his midsection was almost completely smooth. Dark, small areolas surrounded nipples that stood up invitingly from his chest, with another patch of blond fuzz that centered his sternum. His skin was surprisingly lighter than expected on his trunk, and I noticed as I took in the view of his shoulders and arms that he had a fairly prominent and very cute farmer's tan that stopped midway down his biceps. Overall, I could see that he was thin, almost skinny, but wide shoulders, prominent biceps and forearms, and considerable definition along the sides of his tight chest spoke of either athletic effort or manual labor as a regular part of his life. I could also see a dusting of armpit hairs peeking out from beside his broad pectorals, demonstrating that he was well into puberty despite his somewhat diminutive size. Those pit hairs, simply visually appealing as they were, also gave off a light but intoxicating musky scent, further proof of his developing manhood. His recent exertions had produced a little sheen of sweat on him, the fruits of which until now had been buried and collected underneath that huge hoodie. Now released, the fragrance of hot teenager seemed to permeate the air around us, making my nostrils twitch and flare. I glanced down to his lap, wondering if his partial nudity excited or worried him, and what effect, if any, it had on his erection. His hands, not surprisingly, had gone back to diddling distractedly with his junk, idly rolling his tumescence back and forth against his pelvis, but making no move to either ashamedly cover it under more folds of the gym shorts, nor to pull it out from either the top of the elastic or beneath, and display it. Much like other teen boys, no matter the situation, his genitalia simply demanded and expected constant stimulations, adjustments, and prodding, and so Buck's engagement with his hard-on right now was no more an indication of arousal than if he were watching television programs instead of sitting on top of me. He gave no specific clue to his frame of mind, and so I was cautious about proceeding further with unclothing either of us, although at this point I was sorely tempted to start tearing my own clothing in half just to get out of them. Careful to make no sudden moves, reaching out as if to stroke a skittish housecat, I stretched out my free hand and placed it against his warm, moist skin, lightly probing upwards from flat belly to his chest to his deltoids, retracing with my hand where my eyes had just gone. I gently pulled my other hand from its place alongside his thigh, and, using both hands in tandem, I traced circlets around his chest, and teasingly brushed my fingertips over his nipples, flicking them tenderly, hoping for reaction. Other than a hardening of the nipples themselves, making them even more prominent, and a shiver of his torso, I got no acknowledgement whatsoever. Then, as I reached upward to stroke his clavicle and then trace my thumbs around his Adam's apple, he gulped, causing the Adam's apple to jump under my touch, and he gave off a shudder and a small moan, so I looked up at his face to make sure that he was okay with my explorations. He was still adamantly staring off into the distance, transfixed, almost as if he was afraid to recognize the pleasure of the touch of my rough hands against his silken skin, even though his body was trembling with apparent excitement. For myself, however, this languid exploration of his sinewy body was overpowering. Every measured stroke of his body was a powerful release of years of denial and repressed desire. I desperately needed to see, feel, and taste every follicle, every pore, every square millimeter of this gift from the gods, but I seemingly could not will myself any faster towards my goal. Much like a dream in which I am attempting to run underwater, my lifetime of inhibitions, and Buck's seeming indifference to the unfolding events, slowed this investigation to an excruciating, yet hopefully inexorable, crawl. I took a deep, shaky breath and exhaled, my hands slowly stroking down his shoulders, grasping and massaging his tight biceps, my thumbs now in the hollow below his arms. Gently, I pressed inward, lifting his arms slightly, rubbing the sensitive underside where the skin was lighter in color, brushing lightly against his axillary hairs with my fingers, releasing the scent there, allowing the aroma to intoxicate and embolden me. I pulled my fingers out of both armpits and brought them to my nose, and, eyes shut, breathing deeply of the smell of teen boy, I let loose a deep and guttural groan. This, finally, broke Buck's glazed fixation on the far wall, and he looked sharply down at me, curiosity on his face. Embarrassed, I could feel my face reddening at being caught in what could only be described as indulgence in a fetish. Most teen boys I knew were just not used to older men treating the smell of their armpits as an aphrodisiac. Expecting to be called out for my admittedly weird behavior, I braced myself for whatever Buck's statement of opprobrium might be. I didn't take my hands away from my nose, however. I had already been busted, so what was the point of disavowal now? "Jack, you called me enticing. Why? What does that mean? Is this the role play you said?" Okay, that was definitely not the query I expected. I peered up into his eyes, and discerned that he was not mocking me at all, in fact his look said that he was dead serious. He truly didn't know whether I was acting, or was actually getting turned on. Honestly, I had become so enraptured of the exploration of his body that I had forgotten completely of the discussion of roleplay from just a few minutes ago. And the request for a word definition seemed odd. I hoped that whatever discussion ensued here would not derail us from the foreplay I had initiated, but I felt like the questions Buck raised could not just be ignored. And I appreciated that he had not just given a childish, "Eww, gross," in response. I reached down, and grasped his hands in mine, holding them firmly, hoping to communicate in touch as well as words how I felt. "Buck, I was not role-playing. I really, truly find your body to be stunning, and exciting. And yes, I like the way you smell. A lot. I want to see all of you, touch you all over, hear you when you moan, smell your scent, even taste you. I am aroused. I am sexually stimulated. You excite my imagination, and my grunts and groans here are, very, very real. Whatever you have to give me, I want it. And I hope you enjoy it too. I hope that any grunts and groans you make are just as real as mine, and that you and I can come together, as you formerly stated, in lots of ways. That is what I mean when I say that you are enticing. Is that okay?" He cocked his head, as if considering, perhaps comparing past notes to present experience. "Brother Christian Mentor at The Center also said I was enticing. He became my instructor after I left school, and I joined the brothers in the men's lodge. He said that enticing was why I needed to learn about the temptations of the Devil, and follow the path of re, um, re-none, uh, re-none-shay-some?" "Renunciation, Buck? "Yes, Jack, that is the word. Brother Christian Mentor said that I was enticing him to forbidden paths, and he needed me to learn to help him stay on the path of righteousness. But I enjoyed it when Brother looked at me and held me, and when we would share a bed to sleep. When I dreamed of Brother at night, it would make me feel very good. Then Brother said that those very good feelings were wrong. And one night, I woke with the seed of Satan staining me. That is when Brother Christian gave me the medicine to take, to stop the Devil's temptation. But I liked the enticing feelings, and the medicine made me feel bad. So, is enticing good or bad?" Wow, huge chunks of the pieces of the puzzle that Buck represents just fell into place. If, in fact, he had a male mentor at this `center' who saw Buck's emerging sexuality as threatening, that would explain a whole lot about the indoctrination into religious crazy-talk. And it sounds like this `brother' was gay as a goose, and just as turned on by Buck as I am, and Buck responded to those unintentional sexual signals with some signaling and turn-ons of his own. Well, at least I can complement `brother' on his good taste in teen partners. And this explains some of his reticence in responding to my stroking of his body, despite his obvious enjoyment of the sensations. All kinds of crossed signals here. What remains to be seen, however, is if I can untangle this knotty question of enticement. (And get laid, buddy! Enough of the philosophy already! Take his pants off! -- Shut up, brain, this isn't a frat party, and I hope to untangle any philosophical conundrums in my favor whenever possible, hmmm?) "Buck, whether or not `enticing' is good or bad is one of the questions of the ages. People have been talking about that one for centuries. I can't tell you the answer, but I can show you how I feel, and then maybe you can decide for yourself if you like being enticing to me. You took your shirt off, and I liked it. Will you help me take my shirt off too?" "Jack, is this a role play?" "Nope, this is about as real as it gets. If you like, you can add a role play scenario to it, maybe command me as king to take my clothes off, or even take my clothes away because I'm a prisoner in your palace, but I am pretty sure that getting naked is not pretend. Say the word, Buck. What do you want me to do, and how do you want me to do it? Or, do you want me to decide, hmmm?" I waggled my eyebrows at him as I said the last part, and brought his hands down to my chest, hoping that he would assent to all of this, and not revert back into his religious tirade, or his act of indifference. He responded by giggling a bit, and pawed at my chest, meanwhile glancing around the room, seemingly undecided. "I, King Nebuchadnezzar, command you, my prisoner, to, to, um, Jack, did you say you had a bed? Should we lie in bed when you take your shirt off?" (Congratu-fucking-lations, Jack-O, you have just won the lottery, don't drop the check on the way to the bank! Now, get his pants off. -- No kidding, brain, O, ye of small faith, do you always have to be so crass about everything? -- Yup, that's what I'm here for. -- Thanks, brain.) "Buck, I thought you would never ask. The bedroom is behind the kitchen." He glanced around, scanning the room for clues as to where the bed might be. "Um, so, let me up? You're sitting on top of me." "Oh, uh, right." Buck leaned forward, his head inches from my own, and, as he swung his leg over mine, I reached forward with my lips and gave him a peck on his nose while he was preoccupied by the maneuver off of me and off of the sofa. Suddenly distracted, he managed to catch his foot on the sofa arm, lost his balance, and in an effort to break his own fall, grabbed hold of my shirt collar. Rather than stopping his fall, however, my t-shirt simply tore, which cause him to fall to the living room carpet with a loud thump, flailing clumsily, pulling half of my t-shirt off, and pulling me halfway down off the sofa in the process. He lay there, seemingly unhurt, but the look of dismay on his face was priceless. I absolutely couldn't resist this sudden transformation from royal commander to awkward puppy-dog teenager, and so I followed him down onto the floor giggling like a fool. I gave him another peck on the nose, and poked him in the ribs, which elicited a giggle from him as well, erasing the apprehension. "I thought you wanted to wait until we were in bed before you took my shirt off?" I reached up and grasped his wrist, his hand still clutching a tuft of my shirt, and gently pried his fingers loose. "Uh, I did. You're not mad?" "No, Buck, that was perfect. You can tear my pants off too, if you like. But we got to work on your dismount. We don't want you getting hurt. Come on, let's get up and go to the bedroom." I disentangled myself from our heap on the floor, stood, and extended a hand to Buck to pull him into a standing position as well. I noticed when he got up that his shorts had a prominent tent in them, and his eyes followed mine, so that we were both staring at his hardness for a second. I then looked up into his eyes, and could see a mixture of apprehension, and behind that, lust. I'm sure my eyes reflected the exact same mix. I could feel my heart beating rapidly, and I could barely speak. I stole another glance at his crotch, then nodded towards the rear of the apartment, then back down at the hard-on. "Well Buck, shall I point the way? Or will you?" I whispered. A giggle, but no movement, so I took his hand into mine and softly but urgently pulled the two of us in through the kitchen, then into the bedroom. When we reached the bed, I twirled Buck around, facing me, and placed my hands on his shoulders, caressing them gently. "Buck, I'm not sure if you know what you want, but I think I know precisely where I want to start, so, if you'll let me..." I spun him around facing the bed, sliding around him as I did so, so that I was seated on the bed and he was standing at the foot. I guided his hand to the hem of my now-ruined shirt, and slowly started tugging it upward, until he got the idea, and he pulled the remains of my shirt up and over my head. As my hands came back down, I stretched out and ran my hands slowly down his smooth chest, then sliding my hands around to the back of his waist, right above the elastic of his shorts. Pulling him to me, I allowed the constrained hardness inside his shorts to rub against my cheek, and blew hot breath onto his shaft, causing him to moan, and I could feel a throb under the fabric as I mouthed the warm flesh through the thin nylon. It was now our moment of truth, and, fervently praying that he would not stop me, I slowly slid my hands down underneath the back of his shorts, pulling them downwards as I did so, until I was cupping the globes of his exposed ass, kneading them sensuously. I then slid my hands around to the front, until I could feel the tips of my fingers brush against his pubes, and gradually pried the elastic band up and over the head of his rampant pole, exposing the pink head. I moved my mouth from the cloth of his shorts up to his frenulum, giving it light licks with the tip of my tongue, until I was rewarded with a small pearl of precum formed at the tip of his tool, and a moan from Buck. I lapped briefly at the top of his cock, tasting the drop of fluid there, and then began working my hands back and forth under the waistband, shimmying the shorts down his hips, until his prick popped free, proud and throbbing. I then pulled the shorts the rest of the way down his legs, sliding my hands along the fur of his hips and shins as I did so, until the shorts were puddled at his ankles. "Okay Buck, step out, one foot, then the other." He did so, and I gave the little fuzz patches atop his feet a quick rub, before allowing my hands to travel back upwards along the outside of his legs, back to his hips, steadying him. I glanced up at his face to see his reaction to being nude, and was met with easy-going brown eyes looking down at me expectantly, with no hint of trepidation. So I took this as a sign to proceed, and buried my face into his pubic patch, inhaling deeply, pulling the scent of this angelic creature before me deep into my nostrils, then blowing puffs of air onto his skin as I traced the treasure trail that grew upwards towards his navel with the tip of my nose. I stuck my tongue out and gave a poke to his bellybutton, eliciting a giggle, and causing his flat belly to flex slightly. I could resist no longer, and so I moved my hands to the base of his arched prick, pulling it downward until it was sticking straight out from his body, pointing directly at me. I opened my lips and took the head into my mouth, using my tongue to swirl around the glans, slowly bobbing up and down, and I could feel the shaft of his prong swell to steely hardness as I laved the warm knob in my mouth with my spit. Buck's immediate reaction was to start humping his big tool into my face, and I could feel his hands rise to the sides of my head, searching for purchase, trying to find the angle to drill his dick deep into the warmth and wetness. I could hear him start to huff and grunt, and knew that if I didn't back off, we would have a repeat of the scenario on the couch, and, although the idea of being again dominated by this young satyr tempted me, I wanted this session to last past the two minutes mark. I pulled my mouth off of his cock, and a disappointed groan came from above me. "Ugh. Please. Oh, unh. So good..." I looked up into his lust-glazed, pleading eyes. "Not yet. Your turn." I stood, spun around, and placed my hands on Buck's shoulders, pulling him until he was facing me, and slowly pressed him down until he was seated on the bed, where I had been moments before. "Please, Buck, take my pants off too. I'll help, but you start." Hesitantly he began by mimicking the actions from minutes before, running his hands across my chest, then down to my pants, rubbing my aching hard on, and causing me to groan in pleasure as I felt his hands kneading me through the fabric of my chinos. He fumbled with my belt, and so I reached down and placed my hands over his, helping to undo the clasp, and unbutton the fly. He then leaned in and timidly placed his mouth over the hardness pushing against my boxers, exhaling, and I moaned again as he mouthed and gnawed softly around my confined member. He then reached around and pulled my pants, underwear and all, off my butt, and began working it down my legs, until he had my trousers around my knees. I waited expectantly, unable to breathe, to see if he would actually place his lips against my organ as I had done, and, after a second or two of hesitation, he grabbed the base of my pole and pulled it level with his face. Just feeling his warm, supple hands wrapped around my shaft was enough to make me dizzy with pleasure, and so I put a hand on top of his head to steady myself before I toppled. "Buck, I gotta get these pants all the way off, because you got me so fogged up here I might fall over on you if you go any farther. Gawd, this feels too good. Please, help me, and oh man, please keep going." Buck obliged by kneeling down to push my pants and skivvies to my ankles, then having me step out of them exactly as I had done to him, and I kicked my clothes off into the corner so I could get a decent stance in front of him. I was glad to be rid of them, the shorts were sticky from the remains of my last cum, and the feeling of release from confinement for my balls was enough to make me sigh with contentment. He then reached out and grasped my length, pulling and stroking it, sending waves of pleasure up my backbone and down my loins. His hands seemed to find a rhythm, and he pumped me slowly causing my precum to dribble out the end. I noted that our penises were almost the same length, mine a little thicker, but the difference in body type made his look much more impressive, whereas mine looked average. "Buck, I know I'm a bit of a bear, hairy and heavy. If the fur is distracting, you don't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with." He responded with simply opening his mouth and enclosing the head of my dick in his warm mouth, and carefully tonguing my glans, causing me to moan loudly and encouragingly. He bobbed around awkwardly for a moment or two, then seemed to find a comfortable angle of attack, and steadied into a slow caress of my shaft with his hands while he slurped at the top of my prong, small smacking and panting noises coming from him as he worked his lips and tongue. "Oh man, that feels so good. Please, Buck, just keep doing that." This was a moment I hoped to have burned into the cells of my brain for eternity. I had a gorgeous teen boy sucking me off, every nerve of my body alive to the sensation of his sweet lips and gentle hands on my pole. Waves of frenzy and desire washed over me as my entire consciousness focused down onto the connection of his mouth and hands on my phallus. Oh, this was an angel, a dream come true, a messenger of the gods, sending these feelings through me. I dared not look down, lest the mere sight of this beautiful creature working his magic on me push me over the edge and down into the abyss. I could feel my eyes begin to roll into the back of my head, and I had to grab the back of his head to keep from toppling over, causing me to push him downward, and he gagged slightly as I shoved my fat cock down into his throat. I realized that it was my turn to back off, or else he was going to cause me to blow my load inside of two minutes as well, despite my every effort to prolong the ecstasy. I pulled Buck up into a standing position, and just hugged him to me as I stroked the top of his head for a moment, willing my ragged breath into a state where I could speak again. "Buck, let's lie down on the bed. There's things we can do there that we can't do standing. Okay?" He just looked up at me and grinned broadly, glowing with anticipation. I swear I could see an aureole of light emanating from the curls atop his head. If he had started floating up towards the ceiling at that minute, I would not have been surprised. Hell, I felt so enraptured right now, I might have joined him. I felt like we were both vibrating with the craving for each other, every point of contact between our bodies electric. I reached down to cup the firm melon of his ass cheek, and he jumped as if a shock of current had passed. It wasn't just me, then. I placed my other hand on his shoulder, guiding him back down to a seated position at the foot of the bed, then swung around so that I was able to clamber onto the mattress, my feet pointed to the headboard and lay down, pulling him down to lay beside me as I did so, head to toe. I rolled over to my right side, and slid down to where I was facing his magnificent, drooling, stiff rod, and took him into my mouth, slowly sucking him down as far as I could without choking, then back upwards again to circle his glans with my tongue, then down again, establishing a rhythm. I heard him moan with delight, and I opened my legs up, granting him full access, hoping he would attempt the same. I felt his hands grasp my cock, pulling and kneading it urgently, sending tremors through my body and down my legs. As he reached upward to kiss the tip of my rod, he drove his own pole deeper into my throat, urgently thrusting in and out, each stroke burying himself further down into my gullet, until his balls rested against my nose, shutting off airflow. He swung his left leg over top of my head, and instinctively started once again to hump my face, pushing desperately towards climax. "MMMPHH!!" I realized that I was going to need to tap out of this position. I couldn't breathe. I tried to signal him by giving a stifled yell, and a few sharp taps on his butt with my free hand. He ignored my warning and continued to probe the back of my throat with his hard skewer, oblivious to my distress. I noticed he had stopped kissing my prick, that his head was actually buried against my pelvis, and he was using his grip on my schlong almost as leverage for his thrusts. Buck, I mused, was a very apt moniker for this teen stud. "MMMMPPHHH!!!" I gave him one more sharp slap against his rump, receiving no acknowledgement whatsoever, then used my greater weight to heave and pitch him off of me, tossing him onto his back next to me on the bed, leaving me sputtering for a moment, him a bit shocked at being thrown. I gulped down a breath of much-needed air, and then, seeing his anguish at the sudden rejection, I said, "Dude, I couldn't breathe. Sorry to just stop you like that. Those slaps on your butt weren't love taps." He looked up at me almost tearfully, curled up onto his spot on the bed. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered. He looked almost mournful at the distress he had caused. That didn't stop him, I noted ruefully, from immediately moving his hands down to his rampant root and starting to squeeze and massage it, despite his supposed emotional pain. I smirked, and pointedly looked at the pole in his hands, and, as he followed my glance, his cheeks reddened. Poor guy, he needs his nut. Who am I to deny such an eager bedfellow? I grinned and relented. "Okay, look. Give me a second, and I'll show you how to face-fuck me the right way. Looks like we are role-playing king and servant after all." He looked up at me shyly, and I was once again struck by the image of an angel, curled up on one of heaven's clouds. Except, of course, for the large beard-splitter sticking up between his legs; that was definitely devilish in its proportions. "So, King Neptune, let's take this race down the home stretch. Let me get into the position, and then you can row your boat oar all you want." He grinned quizzically, and maybe my mixed sports and nautical metaphor went over his head, but I think he got the idea, and he waited patiently while I swung my body over to the edge of the bed and leaned back so my head was hanging off the edge. "Get off the bed, Buck, and stand so you are facing me with your cock over my head, so that I have my throat stretched out, and you can use my upper body for support as you go for it. This time, alternate between deep and shallow strokes, and if I slap you on the butt, let up for a minute and we can readjust. Pull out and let fly when you cum. Got it?" He practically jumped into the position I described, and so I reached out and guided his cock into place, then took him into my mouth, swallowing the first couple of inches, using my tongue once again to slurp and suck on my prize. This time as he sank deeper into me, his shaft slid down my gullet easily, and, even when he had bottomed out, I could suck a lungful of air in between the shallow and deep strokes. He started slowly, resting his head against my belly, his arms to my sides as he rested on his elbows on the bed for support, his legs straight out behind him, with his feet on the floor. I wrapped my arms around his back, and I could feel his whole body stiffening as he sawed in and out of my wet, slobbering mouth. On and on he rode, alternating short periods of shallow strokes as I had asked, with periods of full-speed, frenzied pumping, each cycle getting more frantic, his breathing more labored, his moans louder, his big tool swollen fuller, his body trembling more tightly, until he cried out and gave several sharp stabs with his meat sword, and I swatted him sharply on the ass twice to remind him to pull out and not drown me upside-down. "AAAAAAGGGHH!" He and I both cried out at the same time as he pulled out of my throat, huge dripping pole hanging between us for a couple seconds, both of us staring at it as it thrummed in impossible hardness, before he spasmed violently and a huge cannon blast of cum volleyed out of his dick and drenched his face with the first shot. He squeezed his eyes shut and continued to erupt, ropes of cum splattering across my stomach, my chest, and then drooling down into my face and gasping mouth. You would think he hadn't cum for a week, instead of just an hour ago. Finally, sobbing with relief, he collapsed on top of me, his spent penis continuing to throb as he mashed his cumload between us, slippery, warm, and gratifyingly gooey. I held him tight for a moment, then slowly relaxed my arms and body as he went limp on top of me, and I just continued to embrace him lightly as he sighed, and our breathing returned to normal. I lazily lapped at his nuts a few times, reveling in the scent of his ball-musk and gently stroking his back, the minutes ticking by as we regained our equanimity and our senses. Then, as I was just about to see if he had any anxiety about what had just happened between us, I heard the distinct sound of a snore. He had fallen asleep on top of me! I grinned, and then the grin turned into a giggle, which turned into a belly laugh. I shook Buck a bit as I laughed helplessly, and so he stirred, eventually rolling off of me and onto the bed, sprawled on his back. I scooted down on the bed and flipped over, so that I could lie beside him, and he looked at me, a little disoriented from his brief nap, and gave me a tired grin. I reached up and stroked his chin, brushed the curls of hair out of his eyes, and smiled back, equally spent. I looked into his eyes, wide open once again, a look of complete satiation broad across his face. Me, I probably had a silly-ass grin on my face, helpless to wipe it off, but at the moment I hadn't a care in the world. "That was absolutely amazing, Buck. Where'd you learn to be such a stud?" He shrugged his shoulders, and reached up to grasp the hand I was stroking him with, clasping it loosely. "I liked that a lot, Jack. Thank you for teaching me how." "Any time, Buck." (Any time? That's the understatement of the century! - No kidding, brain, but I want to consider his well-being, and not just bust a nut, like you seem to think. - So defensive, so caustic! - I'd sell you on the black market if I thought I could get a good price, you lump of malevolent neurons!) I guess that's true; I do honestly care about Buck here. This is not just a casual fling with a stranger. I feel mysteriously compelled do right by this young man, whatever `right' turns out to be, given the unknowns. Starting with, I suppose, whether or not he is unnerved by the intensity of our connections during the last couple of hours of our life. What is he thinking right now? "So, um, Buck, how are you feeling?" "Um, I feel hungry? Do you have something to eat?" I chuckled. If there was any doubt I was dealing with a teenage boy, those thoughts were just erased. Food and sex. What else could there possibly be to think about? "Um, this is a bachelor pad, there's probably nothing edible in the fridge. I don't even want to look. How about we order some pizza, and get in the shower while we wait for it to get here? What do you want on it?" Buck looked at me seriously, his eyes sparkling and curious. "I've never had peet-sa, Jack. Is it good? And people bring it to us?" Wow. What kind of cruel people deny a boy pizza? Once again, I am struck by the strange circumstances that brought this enigmatic creature into my life.