Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1999 22:46:57 -0700
From: daviscam <daviscam@been-there.com>
Subject: Blue Rinse II

This story is intended only for those mature enough to handle it.  If you
are not able to deal with male/male sex, or if you are unable to deal with
your community deeming this illegal, then please leave.  This is fiction,
and if you cannot tell fiction from reality, then please don't read on.  I
am not responsible for your actions, only you are.  This is a story, any
real emotions should be expressed by a real person, face to face.

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BLUE RINSE II

I couldn't wait for six o'clock, but at the same time, as I sucked him dry,
I dreaded doing it again.  I was going against everything I'd been taught
as I licked his last drop of cum.
	As he came against my throat, I got hard off the thought.  Enough
so that as he shot his load, I dared to stick my finger further up his
hole.  As wave after wave of his cum doused my tonsils, my already hard
dick had a new use for the feelings I'd already spent once.  Cumming again
was my only thought and I took it to heart.
	My dick softened a bit as he crept down my body, kissing and
touching me.  His fingers feeling around my soft buns.  It was 5:30 before
a customer walked in and made us get ourselves together.


	That customer came and went, another came in and David said a
polite goodbye.  I was sure he'd be back at six, but six o'clock came and
went.  At six-thirty, I closed up shop.  I was slow to do it, running
through the motions of cash, check and charge, but by seven, it became
obvious that I'd already gone over the edge and scared the kid.  I was
walking to my Focus wagon when I saw him, standing against it, his
silhouette stretched out from the rear door to the end of the car.
	I don't think I'll ever see anything as beautiful as his body
leaning against my car.  Despite the fact that we'd both gotten off less
than two hours beforehand, the shape of our jeans made known the fact that
we still wanted the hour left to ourselves.  He got up from his leaning and
met me.  When our bodies touched, I felt the fireworks of seventeen years,
but all I could do was say: "soon", and then I opened the door for him.
	Too heated to begin to kiss him the way I wanted to, I saved myself
for later.  David had no such holdbacks.  Before we were out of the parking
lot, I felt his hand on my crotch, rubbing, feeling every motion of my
boner.  The steering wheel was a hardness in my hand as I drove the fifteen
minutes to my small apartment.
	I'd never thought of my apartment as small until the moments before
he arrived.  Once he was there, he occupied it, everything was his for the
taking.  From the food to the drink to the owner, whatever he wanted, I
would give him.
	He wasted no time: as soon as the door was shut, his left hand was
in mine and his right was in my crotch.  I knew my precum was streaking my
Calvins and as I put my own left against his denim, I could feel his
hardness.  Undoing his button, I felt the warm wet of his tip on the back
of my fingers.  David's hand went deeper and felt my nuts.  I knew by this
time he could feel my wetness rubbing against his forearm.
	We went down on the couch, his shorts falling first, me having to
raise my waist as he pulled my pants down.  His fingers and tongue raced my
body from opposite ends until they met at my crotch.  Once there they
slipped and slurped until he had my hard, leaking head in his mouth and his
wet middle finger playing with my asshole.  His head went down past the cut
of my head and sucked halfway down my shaft: his version of deep throating
my almost seven inches.  He curled his finger and then pulled it out,
slicking his second finger for stretching me out.
	Despite the fact that I'd taken larger than him in high school, his
two fingers made me shoot: the way he twisted them when his mouth was
sliding on my shaft made me shoot down his throat.  He swallowed the load
and kept on sucking me deeper into him as I shot my second spurt.  I
reached down and for his dick and as soon as my fingers touched it, I felt
the slick spurts begin.  As I shot my final spurts into his mouth, he shot
his load.  The first spurt slicked my wrist, the second came harder and
went up my forearm.  The third came as I shot my last thrust into his
mouth, and it went onto my wrist.
	As I pulled David's lips up to meet my mouth, he spurt once more
against my hips.  I knew then that I had to be forcing him, but as our lips
met, he said:

	"I've waited so long for that".