Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 14:11:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: fifteenth summer (part 6)

A few days went by, and I hadn't heard from Al, but I thought of him, and
remembered fondly our recent encounter, and longed for a repeat of
events. I masturbated at every opportunity, and had broadened my private
play to include anal play, now, deftly fingering myself with a lubed
finger, or the smooth, wooden, handle of a hair brush that I had. I even
tried a carrot once, but really should have thought to warm it first, as
straight from the refrigerator, it was quiet a shock.

Al finally called one evening, passing himself off as one of my baseball
coaches, and we made plans to get together the following day at
lunchtime. I made a passable excuse to my Mom for an afternoon's absence,
and walked to meet Al at the arranged restaurant. We ate, and chatted, both
of us slightly on edge to finish, and get to Al's house. In the car, Al
stroked my bare leg, driving my rampant prick into instant hardness, and he
chuckled to see me tenting out the snug shorts that I wore. He played with
me outside the shorts a while, then told me to slid them down, so he could
both touch, and see me. I pushed my shorts, and undies, below my knees, and
my rock hard cock jutted rudely from my groin, waving around in the cool
air of the Jag. He drove one-handed, and fondled my cock with the other,
bringing forth my usual strong flow of precum, which he spread around my
cock head, nearly causing me to shoot my load right then and
there. Arriving at his house, he parked in the garage, and pressed the
remote to lower the roll up door behind us.

He told me to get naked, right there in the car, and I quickly did so. We
exited the car, and went inside, me totally naked, and Al still fully
dressed. It seemed so erotic, doing that, and my rock hard cock jiggled,
and danced, in front of me as we walked into the living room. Al put on
some music, and went to the bar, fixing me another of the sweet, delicious
concoctions of his, and I settled onto the plush, leather sofa. He brought
the drinks, and sat on the huge, square, coffee table in front of the
sofa. As I sipped at the drink, he ran his hands over my naked body,
touching me everywhere, as I lay back, opening myself totally to his
touches. All the time he fondled me he went on about my body, my skin, and
my cock, and I felt so incredibly turned on to be naked, and touched, by
this fully clothed adult man.

I finished the cool drink, and he went to fix me another, telling me to
continue touching myself as he had, while he was away. Blushing, I ran my
hands over my chest, fingering my nipples, and rubbing small circles over
my stomach, mimicking his movements. Al took his time in making the drink,
and watched me intently from the bar as I stroked my naked body. He told me
touch my cock, and I did, gripping the shaft, and stroking it up and down,
while I looked into his eyes. He returned, and sat back on the coffee table
in front of me, his eyes locked onto my hands roaming my naked body. He
told me to open my legs wide, and to play with my tight balls, and I did
that, too, my hand cupping the taut sack, and fingering the orbs within. A
light sweat coated my brow now, and my breath was ragged in my chest. This
was so nasty, obscene even, that it had me totally turned on, in spite of
my warm blush.

Al went on directing me, verbally moving my hands over my body, stroking my
cock until my slick juice flowed, then stopping me, and telling me to swipe
it, and lick my fingers, suck them, and I did that, tasting the nutty
flavor of my fluid. I saw his thick cock seriously tenting the front of his
slacks, and it pleased me that he was so hard, and aroused, at my
self-touching. He told me to raise my legs, and bend them to show him my
"pussy", and I did that, bringing my knees back to my chest, and reaching
under, to spread the small melons of my ass, feeling the power of his gaze
on my exposed, open, "pussy". He told me to touch there, and opened the
drawer of the table where sat, to produce a jar of lube, then took my hand,
and dipped my fingers into the slippery gel. Finger your pussy, he told me,
and I instantly did that, too, poking at my tight pucker, then entering
myself, sliding the length of my middle finger into my warmth, and wiggling
it around, as he watched, intently.

He put more lube onto my fingers, and told me to put two inside my "sweet
pussy", and I did it, groaning loudly, as I pressed my middle, and index,
fingers together, and slipped them inside my slippery tunnel. He watched me
fingering myself, and went on about how hot, and nasty, and sexy, I was,
then, suddenly he stood, and ripped open his pants, pushing them down his
legs, and his rock hard man cock sprang free. I stared, still jamming at my
upturned hole, as Al spread the shiny, wet, lube over his huge cock, his
hungry eyes never leaving the place where my fingers entered me. Moving
awkwardly, due to his pants constricting his legs, he scooted to the sofa,
and sank onto it on his knees. His arms captured my legs, and rested them
on his shoulders, as he told me to remove my fingers, told me that he
needed to fuck his boy. His hand gripped his thick shaft, and he centered
the round head at my gaping center, and I gasped at the contact! He leaned
into me, and in one, steady, slow, movement, his cock pierced my slick
ring, and slid its entire length inside me. I groaned deeply, my eyes
watering up, and felt the sting, and the unbelievable fullness, of his
entry, and I flexed my internal muscles, pushing outward, and groaned,
again, feeling my cock drool another tear drop of precum.

Al waited briefly, his eyes focused on our union, then, he slowly withdrew,
until only the large head was in me. He looked into my eyes, and shook his
head slowly, then, eyes locked tightly with my own, drove fully into me,
again. Over, and over, in and out, our eyes staying glued to each others,
Al fucked me, and I thrust my ass at him, matching his long strokes,
clamping my muscles onto his slippery cock. My cock kept up a steady
slobbering of my precum, and my balls swung, slapping noisily against my
sweat-damp skin. Al was uttering grunts, and words, all jumbled, as he
pumped me, his face red, and sweating, like my own. I was lost to it now,
all alive with a multitude of sensations, rolling my head on the cushion,
and chanting a steady series of groans. My cock was so hard it actually
hurt, and I clumsily reached to grab it, furiously stroking it, and it
throbbed in my fist, swelling, then exploding, my creamy cumm flying
everywhere, splattering in small pools over my naked torso.

That seemed to drive Al over the edge, too, and his pace increased, his
thick, slimy, cock spearing in and out of me, until he grunted loudly, and
drove his length deeply into me, and I felt his shaft pulsing, as he
emptied his copious man load into my heaving guts. He dropped my aching
legs then, and pitched forward, lying almost on top of me, and I held him
in my arms, my chest heaving under his weight, and we panted loudly, both
gasping for breath.

Breathing back to normal, we separated, Al's spent cock slipping out of me
with an audible popping noise, and he stood, awkwardly, with his slacks
tightly wound at his ankles. He looked funny, and I giggled, as he
struggled to free his feet, and kick the pants away. He realized how silly
his antics must look, and began to laugh with me, and, once free of the
pants, he bent down, and squeezed my ball sack gently, lapping his tongue
at my soft cock. He left for a minute, returning with a fluffy towel, which
he used to clean us of the lube, and cumm, that coated us both. He tossed
out the melted, and warm, drinks, and fixed us fresh ones, and we walked,
now both naked, out to the pool, and a refreshing swim.

We swam, and lazed in the warm sunshine, for a couple of hours. We talked,
and idly stroked each other, Al causing me blush furiously, as he raved
about how hot, and nasty, I had looked as I played with myself under his
wanton gaze. Talking about it that way, reliving it, really, soon had my
feverish cock standing stiffly again. This occurrence was not lost on Al,
and he wrapped his hand around my turgid dick, stroking me, his other hand
fingering my balls. I stretched, lazy, and horny, in the warm sun, and
arched my back, thrusting my hardon at him, and he leaned over to suck it
into his mouth. I reached for his thick cock, and jerked it to hardness, as
he sucked me. I pulled back, and swung around on the lounge, dropping my
head into his crotch, and engulfing his hard cock in my mouth, as he again
swallowed mine. We executed a perfect "69", there in the warm sun, and I
groaned loudly around the thick meat in my mouth, as Al slipped his finger
deeply inside my ass, and deftly worked my small gland until I spewed yet
another creamy load of my cumm into his throat. I continued sucking at him,
and playing with his balls, until he too grunted, and thrust upward,
filling my mouth with his acrid juices, which I hungrily swallowed, melding
his man juices somewhere in the middle, as they injected me from both ends,
now.

Another swim, to refresh, and cleanse, and it was time for me to get home,
again. I retrieved my clothes from the Jag, dressed, and Al drove me near
to home, and dropped me off. I made the short walk to my house, my nerves
still singing with pleasure, and savoring the lingering flavor of his cumm
in my mouth.

(To Be Continued)
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