Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2020 22:15:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: garogora@aol.com
Subject: Discovery in Sin City, Part 4 (Gay/Adult Youth)

I came back to Las Vegas, fifteen years old, a changed man.

I had undergone a growth spurt during my time back east, bringing me a
couple inches short of six feet. I had to shave every day rather than once
a week to remain clean-shaven. I had gotten into pretty good shape,
too. Physically, I was completely unrecognizable as the innocent-looking
tween who sucked cock in the park and library bathrooms.

I had also been (almost) completely been starved of sex for over six
months. While staying with family, I had been felt up by an older male
cousin who noticed my erection while I was sleeping. I woke during the
event but didn't give any sign. Sadly, after playing with my cock for a few
seconds, he moved back to his own bed. There were a few occasions after
that when he would sleep next to me (for warmth, because it was below
freezing and my pregnant aunt couldn't bear the heater being on). Many
nights passed with him grinding his ass against my erect dick. Eventually I
decided to return the favor, but he reacted badly when I tried it, and
nothing else ever came of it.

I had also fallen in love for the first time. He was an older boy, a little
taller than I was. He had brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and was every bit
as hairy as I was growing to be. He had a constant five-o'clock shadow that
turned me on to no end. Although we never got a chance to act on our
feelings, he made it clear to me that they were mutual. Our time together
was cut short when I returned to Las Vegas. We would stay in contact for
years, only drifting apart after he got married to a girl he had gotten
pregnant in a one-night stand, whom he knew would be uncomfortable with his
bisexuality.

In any case, I came back to Vegas a fifteen-year-old stud who could easily
pass for twenty-one given a day's lack of shaving, so long as I wasn't
carded.

Without Ivy around, I was able to increase the frequency of my park
bathroom visits to daily stops. Rick was surprised to see me back once he
recognized me. I enjoyed the fact that his recognition came when I
deepthroated his cock while making eye contact. We had a whispered
conversation in the stall after I swallowed my first load of (someone
else's) cum in more than half a year.

"Wasn't expecting to see you back," he whispered as I cleaned off his dick,
sucking any remaining traces of cum away as he softened.

"Wasn't really expecting to come back when I left," I told him. "Glad to
find you still trolling this bathroom, though."

"I was about to give up on it," he responded. "Couldn't find a single kid
to take your place."

I laughed at that, perhaps a little too loudly. Nobody was there to hear
it, though. "I'm irreplaceable."

I had missed sucking dick so much that I had taken my time to enjoy
this. My parents would be expecting me home before 2:45. It was 2:40 and I
had a twenty-five minute walk ahead of me.

I realized, at this point, that in three years of association with Rick, he
had never tried to make me do anything I was uncomfortable with - like
getting fucked in this filthy bathroom - or that I thought might be unsafe,
like getting into his vehicle and going to a different location. After
three years, I trusted Rick.

I made it home by 2:45 because Rick dropped me off just around a corner
from home. It occurs to me that it wasn't wise to trust Rick, but if he was
biding his time to hurt me, he wouldn't have waited three years.

I resumed my weekly library trips. They were mostly an excuse to suck cock
in the bathrooms, but I also did a lot of reading.

More surprisingly, I found myself attracting sexual attention outside of
these places. I would often ride the CAT buses, as they're known in Vegas -
it stands for Citizens' Area Transit - and men would often check me
out. Why not? I was, as far as they could tell, a blandly handsome white
20-ish guy in great shape. I typically had my school backpack with me, but
that just served to convince them that I was studying at UNLV, not a high
school kid. Many times, these men would signal their attraction in some
way, then depart the bus. I'd follow them to a nearby store or fast food
restaurant and show them my skills. As often as not, they'd return the
favor.

Life was great and I was, in large part, sexually satisfied.

A few months into that school year, my parents decided, somehow, that we
should downsize. We went from living in a one-bedroom apartment to an even
smaller Budget Suites room. There wasn't even a wall between the bedroom
and the living room, just a counter with a television blocking the view
into the room.

Needless to say, privacy was nonexistant here. Luckily, we didn't know any
of the neighbors here, so I never again got stuck sleeping over with the
neighbors that lived in Cat Piss Central. My chances to masturbate at home
were practically nonexistant, leading me to exclusively do the deed at my
park and library bathrooms.

I did, however, get another chance to spend some alone time with Terry.

My parents had gone out to a nearby bar where they did karaoke. My
stepmother didn't sing, but she loved watching all the drunks get up there
and sing their hearts out, so she accompanied Dad on occasion. He went
whenever two or more of his work buddies felt up to it. Tonight, Terry was
supposed to be the fourth friend coming to the bar, and my stepmother was
hoping to get him to sing, so she decided to attend.

He decided the best time to show up to our Budget Suites room was about ten
minutes after my parents texted him to let him know they had arrived at the
bar. Terry was known to be a bit flaky, so they were certainly expecting
him to be late. I was excited to be alone with him again, but sadly we
didn't get to fulfill his dream of being the first to take my virgin
hole... that night, at any rate. Terry was still entirely too afraid that
the thin walls would allow my parents' neighbors to hear me yelling and
moaning as I got fucked for the first time. I ended up sucking him and
giving him a prostate massage, just like our first time. He did agree to
return the favor, though.

His ass was still unbelievably tight. It took a lot of lube and patience to
get a finger in far enough to find his prostate, but it was worth it. As
soon as I felt it, pulsing like a magic bean about to sprout, his cock
started leaking precum all over his flat, hard, shaven belly. I wasn't sure
why Terry preferred to be completely hairless. He would have been
absolutely gorgeous with body hair.

It took about half an hour to get him to the point that he couldn't hold
his orgasm back anymore. He flooded my mouth, but I was much more
experienced than I had been the first time I had sucked him off. His load
was huge, yet I swallowed it all with no spillage. Then it was my turn.

He used a liberal amount of lube on the opening of my ass, rubbing in
circles around my hole. It felt blissful. He kept that up while he squirted
more lube onto his finger. When both ass and finger were totally slick, he
applied pressure to my hole.

At first, it seemed like everything was perfect. His finger slipped right
in and it still felt great. Then his fingertip found the second ring, and
my nerves lit up like a Christmas tree. It felt worse than the morning
after binging hot wings. I let out a short, sharp gasp.

"Fuck," Terry whispered. "Fuck, I'm sorry." The pressure lessened. His
fingertip was still inside me, but no longer applying pressure to the
second ring. It still hurt, partly because my body had tensed up around his
finger.

He kept his finger there. When my vision was no longer impeded by red
splotches, I took a deep, shuddering breath.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered. "There you go." His finger slid deeper into
me. "Push a little, like you need to take a shit."

I was alarmed by that command. "What - what if I actually do?"

Terry rolled his eyes. "Then we'll get it cleaned up. Don't worry. Relax,
push a little."

I took another breath. More of his finger slid in. It didn't hurt now, but
it certainly wasn't pleasurable. I felt almost constipated. There was only
pressure down there, much more than I was accustomed to. I had gone
completely soft as discomfort rolled over me.

Realizing this, Terry leaned down and took my soft cock into his mouth. I
let out an "Aahhh" as I watch him take me down to the base. Obviously, this
wasn't as impressive a feat as me throating his 8 inches, because I was
much smaller and soft besides. Not to mention, at over twice my age, he had
to have some experience sucking cock. I was up to full mast before I
realized that his finger was in me up to the knuckle.

He pulled off of me, strings of saliva connecting his mouth to my
cock. "Figured that would work." He went back down, still able to throat me
hard. Then his finger found something.

I had to shove a fist into my mouth to keep from making noise. I still felt
the uncomfortable pressure, but something in there felt completely
different when he touched it. He made a small effort to swallow as I
erupted several small gouts of precum. He pulled off, perhaps thinking his
job done.

"Keep going," I grunted around my fist. "That wasn't cum." He looked mildly
surprised but got back to it.

Eventually I was able to drop the fist and enjoy the blowjob-cum-prostate
massage without yelling out. I ran my fingers up Terry's stubbled cheeks
and through his hair. He came off my cock and kissed his way from the base
to the head. As he applied pressure to my prostate, making my back arch
with pleasure, he gently brushed his face up the length of my cock, his
tongue out, so that my cock felt his abrasive stubble followed immediately
by his warm, wet tongue. The three sensations combined pushed me over the
edge.

"Here it comes," I said through gritted teeth. The warmth of his mouth
enveloped me again.

I tried to watch, but little white explosions of light filled my vision
while my cum filled Terry's mouth. He moaned with pleasure and swallowed
repeatedly without taking my cock out of his mouth. I meant to give a low
moan myself, but the force of the orgasm sent my body into spasms, and it
came out as a series of short, sharp grunts.

It had taken a little over half an hour to bring me off, and Terry was hard
again. When he stood up, I practically fell forward in my desperation to
work another load out of him. He let me suck him for a few moments, then
gently pushed me off. "Yah parents'll be wonderin' why Ah'm not at the
bah," he whispered huskily, his accent pouring out.

"You can't walk into a bar with this," I said, gently slapping his cock
against my face. "Someone might think it's a weapon." I throated him again,
maintaining eye contact.

I had to finger-fuck him hard and fast while sucking his cock to get him
off a second time, hitting his prostate aggressively with each thrust. It
only took about ten minutes, but his load was just as delicious the second
time, even if it was smaller and thinner.

After we cleaned off the lube and he had dressed himself, I asked, "Do you
know the song Brandy?"

"Brandy, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you would be," he quoted.

"It's one of Mom's favorites," I told him. I always referred to my
stepmother as "Mom" out loud (by her insistence) and as "my stepmom" or by
name internally. "You should sing it for her. The only reason she wasn't
here when you got here tonight is because she wanted to hear you sing." I
gave a devious smile. "Might convince her to go more often if she thinks
you're gonna be there."

By the time my parents came home, more than a little drunk and very happy,
I was asleep, though I didn't stay asleep for long. They didn't bother
trying to be quiet.


Despite the wide variety of difficulties inherent in living in such a small
place, we stayed there through the end of that school year and the
summer. I spent most of the summer applying for jobs at every place that
didn't require employees to be of age. I was sixteen, and to my parents,
that meant I should be working.

Ivy had had a job at sixteen, two year prior, but Ivy was a beautiful
blonde and had gotten a job as a hostess at a restaurant specifically
because of her looks. I was underage, with no car, no experience, and tons
of competetition. It was 2008. The economy was in decline and those jobs
kept being snapped up by people with more work experience. Not even
McDonald's would give me an interview, and I had applied at six different
McDonald's alone by the end of the summer. At the very end of the summer,
though, I got a call back from a bookstore in a local mall about an
interview, scheduled for 3:30 pm on the first day of school.

Two days prior to the first day of my senior year, I came home from sucking
cock at the library to find my parents waiting for me. They informed me
that "we" were going to San Diego for a few days. I blankly reminded them
that I couldn't miss the first few days of my senior year, or my job
interview, and they corrected their statement: "No, *we* are going to San
Diego. You'll be on your own for the next few days."

"Oh," I said, uncomfortably, waiting for them to bring out some lecture or
caveat. Apparently they had discussed it at length before I got here,
because Dad continued rather than my stepmom.

"We trust you to stay here alone," he said. My stepmother's expression made
it clear that his "we" was the royal "we"; he was not speaking for
her. "But if you can't handle it, call someone."

I thought for a moment. They couldn't possibly be telling me to invite my
friends over. I quickly realized what was about to come next, so I headed
them off. "Uncle Ray is out of town, but I can call Terry if I need
someone."

Dad nodded. "I already asked him to check in on you. He said he'd be happy
to pop in, so don't do anything stupid."

I was not in the habit of doing anything stupid... at home, at least. Dad
knew that, so I was pretty sure - and her satisfied smirk confirmed it -
that my stepmother had insisted he tell me not to do anything stupid. "I'll
probably have plenty of homework. Plus I have my interview on Monday. No
time for stupid."

They left on Sunday afternoon. They gave me $50 for food until
Wednesday. There was plenty at home, so I wouldn't need to buy three meals
a day, and they wanted the change.

On Monday, I had a good day at school. I caught up with friends I hadn't
seen over the summer, met my new teachers, and was happy with my new
classes. As soon as the final bell rang, I was on the bus to the mall for
my interview. I had dressed up a little for school today - dress pants, a
nice belt, a blue plaid button-up over a blue t-shirt. I kept the button-up
carefully folded in my backpack until I reached the mall, then went to a
bathroom to clean up any sweat (it was 110 degrees Fahrenheit/43 C) and
make myself presentable for the interview. One man, perhaps forty, came in,
wearing a suit (minus the jacket). He gave me a long look. I winked at
him. He grabbed his crotch.

I didn't have time, so I walked over and gave it a squeeze, too. He was
big. Smaller and thinner than Terry or Rick, but no slouch. "I'll be back
in a bit," I whispered. "Maybe an hour."

The interview went well. I spent so much time in libraries and bookshops
that I knew all the shelving systems. I was strong and could carry boxes of
books - which can be deceptively heavy - while shelving them. I was
friendly, polite, charming, helpful, and knowledgeable. The only things
that didn't count in my favor were the lack of reliable transportation (CAT
buses don't count as reliable), my age, and the fact that I was my parents'
dependent. The interviewer told me happily that I'd get a call back within
the next few days.

When I was dismissed, I gave the appearance of wandering aimlessly while
making my way back to that bathroom. The man I had seen in there before was
at a store nearby, keeping an eye out for me. I went inside after we made
eye contact.

I went to the large stall in the back of the bathroom and placed my
backpack so that it would be visible to anyone coming in, but block the
view of anyone who might be standing in front of the toilet. I left the
stall door unlocked as I sat down on the toilet with my pants still up. In
less than a minute, the bathroom door
opened. Footsteps. Pause. Footsteps. Then the man reached out to tap on my
stall door, causing it to swing partially open. We made eye contact again,
and he came in, locking it behind him. I reached out to feel him again as
he rushed over. He wasn't hard.

I undid his belt deftly, then tugged his pants and boxer briefs down enough
to allow his cock to bounce free. I buried my face in the area where his
heavy balls met his thighs. He smelled heavenly, clean but with the
faintest musk. I kissed, sucked, licked. He moaned, too loudly for the
tiled bathroom; it echoed. I shushed him gently, and as he made eye contact
with me, I deepthroated his cock. He gasped, then covered his mouth. By the
time I pulled off and deepthroated him again, he was fully hard. I was
fully going to town when the bathroom door opened again. This time, a man
came in and sat in the stall next to us. My friend was on the verge of
leaving, but a hard glance from me convinced him otherwise.

If he left, the man next to us would surely notice that someone was still
in the stall, since my backpack would still be there. If I left first and
took my backpack, the man next us would see the second pair of feet still
in the stall. We had to wait him out.

When my friend's dick started to soften again, I put a finger to my
lips. He nodded anxiously. I started sucking him again, slowly and quietly
working him from base to tip. I held the base of his dick with my left
hand, fondled his balls with my right. They were beautiful, as testicles
go. The skin was smooth and unblemished. The balls within were large and
hung away from his body, but not at an extreme length. The pair of them fit
perfectly in my hand, balanced, though threatening to wobble off on one
side or the other if he gave the slightest movement. I pulled off and
sucked one ball into the my mouth. He flinched. I did the other. Same. I
sucked on the skin of his sack and he broke eye contact entirely, throwing
his head back. I used that moisture to help me play with his balls and
returned to sucking his cock. The man next to us flushed his toilet and got
up to leave.

I deepthroated him and took my left hand from the base of his cock and
reached up, under his shirt, feeling his soft, hairy abdomen and his hard,
hairy chest. I played with a nipple while he slowly started fucking my
mouth. The man next to us had pulled up his pants and was fixing his
belt. When he unlocked his stall door, I tasted a burst of precum. Almost
there.

I looked into my friend's eyes again and nodded. He nodded back and kept
fucking my throat. The bystander started washing his hands, and the noise
of the running water covered the quiet gasps my friend couldn't hold in.

Then he put his hands under the hand dryer, and the dull roar of it
perfectly concealed the loud groan my throat-fucker released as his body
tensed and his cum flooded my mouth. It was a huge load, possibly one of
the largest I had ever had the fortune to swallow. I did swallow every
drop, though. I was sixteen, a man, and I didn't let cum spill.

The bathroom door open and swung closed again. We were alone. Then the man
pulled his dick out of my mouth, stuffed it into his boxer briefs, and
fled, tucking his shirt into his pants as he did so.


That was not the end of this day for me. I left the mall and caught my
first bus for the trip home. I would need to change buses three
times. After I got off the second bus, I noticed a young man at the stop I
was headed towards. He was handsome, no more than a few years older than I
was. I guessed twenty to twenty-two. He was blond with blue eyes. His
forearms were covered in blond hair, and a tuft of brown chest hair was
visible at the neckline of his shirt. He had a bit of a beer belly. I stood
at the bus stop and found that, due to a combination of direct sunlight and
reflections off of buildings, the only direction I could face without being
blinded was at the handsome blond. We were the only ones at the bus stop.

After a few minutes of me trying not to look like I was checking him out,
he spoke in an aggressive tone. "Like what you see?"

Flustered, I gestured around my head, where light reflections played across
my hair and ears. "If I look in a different direction, I'm staring at the
sun."

He chuckled. "You could come closer."

He was teasing me when he asked if I liked what I saw, I realized.  I did
step closer.

He nodded at my backpack. "What's your major?" He wasn't the first person
to assume I was a college student.

I answered, "Biology," after deciding that since my only textbook so far
was a bio text, it was as good a cover as any.

"Nice," he said, before blurting out, "Are you gay?"

I nodded. "Do you, um, want to..." he trailed off.

"Come back to your place?" I finished. He nodded. "Sure," I said with a
smile.

We chatted while we waited for the bus, and continued our conversation on
the ride to his place. His name was Shane. He had graduated from UNLV a few
months prior. I had guessed correctly that he was twenty-two. It didn't
take long before he whispered, "It's the next stop."

It was a short walk to his place, too. He unlocked it, gestured me in,
closed the door behind us. I turned to face him at the door to ask him to
lead the way. Before I knew it, we were kissing.

Shane was a good kisser. His breath was minty. He probed a little with his
tongue but never pushed it into my mouth. He pulled away eventually, taking
my hand to lead me to the stairs around the corner. We went up to a
bedroom. That door closed behind us, too. Then we were kissing again. I
unbuttoned his shirt and ran my fingers through the hair on his chest. His
chest was muscled, moreso than mine. The hair was dark and wiry.

I finished unbuttoning Shane's shirt and he shrugged it off. The hair on
his belly, little more than a happy trail, was soft. I bent my knees and
back a little and started sucking on one of his nipples. They weren't huge,
but they were definitely larger than mine. He gasped a little. I moved to
the other, and after sucking on it for a moment, he returned the favor. My
shirts came off, and Shane was sucking my nipples, running his fingers
through my soft brown chest hair before one hand found its way down to my
belt. He undid the belt and my pants, then pulled them down a bit and gave
me a light shove so I fell back onto the bed.

He pulled my pants the rest of the way off. I was down to socks and boxers,
and my boxers were doing a poor job of concealing my erection. I twisted
around on the bed so I could reach for his pants, too. He stepped close to
give me easier access. With his belt undone and the pants unbuttoned, they
fell off. He stepped out of them to reveal his own boxers, tented by his
dick straining for freedom.

I grabbed his boxers and gave a small lateral tug. His cock flopped right
out of the hole in the front. He was cut, like me. His dick was the same
thickness as mine, though perhaps a half inch longer. I leaned over and
took his whole length, feeling trimmed pubes poking at my lips through the
gap in his boxers. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back while I
slid my lips up and down his length. The contrast between the blond hair on
his head and arms and the thick, dark hair of his chest and armpits was
strangely arousing. The imperious way he watched as I throated his cock was
also turning me on even more.

He let me keep going for about a minute, then he said, "All right, I don't
want to cum just yet. My turn." He pulled my boxers down. My cockhead
caught on the waistband and slapped my abdomen with a bit of force when it
released. A splash of precum flew off with it. "That's fucking hot," he
said, smearing the precum with his thumb and then bringing to his
mouth. "Mmm. Delish."

Then he pulled my legs off the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees to
suck my cock. He wasn't quite the pro that I was, but he was no amateur. He
gagged a little when I was fully in his throat, but he was able to take
most of me and give a great blowjob nonetheless.

After two or three minutes, he was sucking my balls and stroking my
cock. His hands were slightly rough, but my cock was well lubricated by the
mucous saliva from the back of his throat, so all I felt was ecstasy.

Then he went further down. His mouth was on my taint, which had never had a
mouth on it before. I was a little alarmed. Was I clean? Was he about to
grow disgusted and turn me away? I couldn't remember if I had taken a shit
since my last shower, but I knew for a fact that I had been sweating in the
desert heat. He had no complaints, though, and soon he descended even
further.

I thought about objecting, but damn, his mouth knew its business. He wasn't
the best in the world at sucking cock, but whatever he was doing with his
tongue down there was amazing. I knew in that instant that my first time
having anal sex wasn't going to be with Terry. Shane was going to be my
first, and I was more than happy with that.

Eventually, Shane came up for air and crawled up my body, planting kisses
every few inches as he did so. By the time we were face to face, his hard
cock was pressing between my balls and my thigh and I could tell he had
taken his boxers off. I was still leaking precum. I reached down and spent
a minute getting my hand slick with my own precum while Shane and I made
out. Then I grabbed his cock and started getting him lubed up with my own
juices, since he didn't seem to be producing any precum of his own.

He let out a shuddering gasp. "Don't do that, you're gonna make me cum."

I paused. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked him, staring into his eyes.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered. "It's just, ah..." he trailed off.

"What?" I asked, after giving him a moment.

"I cum too quick. I wouldn't even get it in first. It's been a problem
since my first time." He flushed. "But I prefer bottoming anyway."

I wasn't familiar with the term.

"Bottoming," he repeated, as he moved up my body a little more, straddling
my midsection, "is where you fuck me." He reached behind him to guide my
cock to his hole. I felt myself soak his fingers in precum. He pulled his
hand away, no doubt thinking I had ejaculated, and inspected his
hand. "Dude, that's a lot of precum."

I gave a smile that was probably closer to a grimace. "It's just gonna keep
coming until I do," I told him.

"Do *you* want to fuck *me*?" he asked. I nodded.

He lowered himself onto me, the tiniest amount. My head was inside the
first ring. I felt his hole squeeze me. It was so warm, warmer than a
mouth. And so much tighter. I leaked another huge bead of precum. Some of
it dribbled out of him and down my shaft. He reached his hand back and made
sure my cock was evenly coated. He took a deep breath and sank lower onto
my dick.

I felt the second ring give way as easily as the first. My cock throbbed in
him.

"That's still just precum, right?"

I nodded. I couldn't make a sound. He sank deeper. The hair on his ass
tickled the hair on my crotch and thighs, and then even that tiny gap was
gone, and we were skin-on-skin.

I wasn't sure if it was pure instinct or something I had inferred about
fucking from seeing an older cousin's porn magazines or what, but I started
rhythmicaly pushing up against him, holding him up, and then dropping my
pelvis. A little more than half of my cock came out of him. My head was
just inside his second sphincter. I thrust again, slowly, all the way. I
retreated again. Thrust. Retreat. Thrust. Retreat.

I didn't remember switching positions, but suddenly he was on his back,
shoving a pillow under him to lift his ass. I had his legs up on my
shoulders, and I was on my knees, burying my cock in him from this
position. My cock was bent downwards at an angle just short of being
uncomfortable, given how it normally stood straight up when hard. When I
was perhaps an inch short of being balls deep, Shane let out a loud moan.

"Fuck, yeah, that's the spot." He face tensed up, his hole squeezed, and I
was pulled in past his prostate. Pulling back out hit his prostate the same
way. He almost squeezed me right out of his hole. I was still silent. I
felt like any noise I made would be deafening. I pushed back in and hit his
prostate again, then the ridge of my head pushed past. The ridge hit it
again as I pulled out. I repeated the motion. He squeezed every time I hit
his button.

It took no more than five minutes in this position before I was feeling the
impending closeness. I was shaking, but I was desperate to keep up the
rhythm that was bringing us both so much pleasure. Sweat beaded on my brow
and dripped into one of my eyes, stinging. I shut my eyes tight and focused
on maintaining the rhythm.

"You getting close?" Shane asked, misinterpreting my closed eyes but
correct in spite of that. I nodded, still not trusting myself to respond
verbally.

He reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me into him. "Go
faster. Harder. Fuck me until you can't anymore."

I let out a gasp. I stopped pulling almost all the way out and making long
thrusts, instead focusing on only moving my dick so that the ridge of my
head was hitting his prostate one way, then the other. Fast, hard
strokes. I grunted. I moaned. We moaned in harmony, our voices just as
unified as our bodies.

Shane came first. His balls, almost as big as Rick's despite his cock being
almost the same size as mine, emptied a huge load into his chest hair. I
wanted that load, but I didn't dare stop fucking him so I could bend down
and take his cock into my mouth. I watched his load spill everywhere from
neck to navel. I wanted to lick him clean, but I kept fucking.

I had thought I was closer. Even with him clamping even tighter around my
dick due to his orgasm, it took another five minutes of the two of us
grunting in time, moaning. Shane was hard again before I told him through
clenched teeth, "I'm almost there. Do you want-?"

"Cum inside me!" he practically yelled, stroking his cock again. "Fuck,
fuck, do it!"

I did it. I kept fucking even after I started cumming. Shane let out a yell
and then started cumming again. This time, I bent down and took his cock in
my mouth. He released it and let me suck the load out of him. It wasn't the
best cum I had ever tasted, but also not the worst. It lacked Rick's
sweetness, having a sharp taste there instead.

I swallowed anyway. I licked up the thicker gobs of cum remaining from his
previous orgasm. Then I collapsed on the bed beside him. I wanted to say
how great it was, but I saw the goofy smile on Shane's face and I burst
into a laugh. Shane did as well. We caught our breath and then Shane said,
"We should probably shower before we get stuck together."

We showered together, even though the shower wasn't really big enough for
two people. It was nice to crowd under the showerhead, feeling him against
me as the warm water ran down us both. We took turns directly under
it. When he was under it, I was behind him, my semi-hard cock pressing
between his asscheeks. He got behind me when I got under the water. His
cock felt good between my cheeks, too. He was a show-er, not a grower. His
dick wasn't much smaller soft, and it felt warmer even than the water
against me.

After we showered, I got dressed. "I should probably go," I said
apologetically.

"Oh. Okay. Do you, um, do you have a cell phone?" he asked, hope shining
through.

"I don't," I answered. "Sorry." He looked disappointed. I wondered if he
thought I was rejecting him. "How about email?" I asked. "I check it
daily."

The truth is that I had two email addresses. I had one my parents knew
about - they weren't fond of me having any degree of privacy, so they had
the password and checked it at least as often as I did - and one they
weren't aware of. I mostly used the first for school and anything
official. The second I had never really used for much. I had just made it
to have it. The second email address was the one I gave Shane. He seemed
happy enough to have that.

We made out again for a few seconds after Shane put on a t-shirt and gym
shorts and walked me downstairs. His cock was visibly swinging as he
walked, which made me wish I could get a third load out of him. Then I had
to go.

I got home about half an hour later and collapsed on the couch. It was
almost six, and I wouldn't be surprised if my parents had called home to
check if I was there yet, but I was too drained to bother checking. I
drowsed for about 45 minutes, then summoned the will to make up the
calories I lost by feeding myself. There were leftovers in the fridge. I
could take a bus to get food somewhere, but I was suddenly too hungry to
wait. I nuked some chicken and vegetables from the night before and ate in
blissful silence.

The phone did ring around the time I finished washing the dishes left
behind in the wake of dinner. I saw on the caller ID that it was my dad's
cell.

"Hi!" I answered cheerfully.

"Hi." My stepmother's greeting was short, annoyed. "Where were you? I
called at three. You should have been home by then."

I rolled my eyes. "I had my job interview today at the mall. I didn't have
time to come home first."

"Oh. Well, you should have called me back right away. I left a message
telling you to."

I shifted uncomfortably and paced with the cordless phone. If she was good
and angry, she would probably make Dad fly her back out so she could be
here within the next three hours. "Sorry, ma'am," I said, my tone abashed
and respectful. "I was tired from the heat when I got home. I took a shower
and then fell asleep on the couch. I just woke up hungry a few minutes
ago."

"Eat some leftovers," she said immediately. "Don't waste that money when
there's good food at the house."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied instantly. "I'll eat the rest of that chicken. It
was really good." Respectful tone, careful flattery. She had cooked the
chicken.

It worked. Her tone relaxed. "We're about to get to the stadium," she said,
as if I knew why they were going to a stadium. "It'll be loud. We'll call
again afterwards."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. "I'll be doing homework for a couple hours. Then I'll
keep the phone volume up so I hear you call, even if I'm asleep."

She didn't call back that night. I watched TV, read a book, and eventually
masturbated again thinking about Shane, and Rick, and Terry. I thought
about being in the shower with Terry right behind me, his dick stiffening
as it pressed into my crack. I decided to give Terry a call as soon as I
got home from school the next day.