Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2005 14:15:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fifteenth Summer (Part Seven)

A couple of days after the last time I had been at Al's, Rod called to tell
me they were home from vacation. The next day he and I resumed our pattern
of hanging out together, which was cool, but created still more
difficulties for me in finding time alone with Al. Rod and I went to his
house a couple of times, like usual, but there weren't any opportunities
for Al and me to play, and it was frustrating, big time.

One day Rod and I were at Al's house, swimming, and lounging in the sun,
working on our tans when Al came home. He changed into swim trunks, and
joined us, and I was having a hard time staying cool with him there, with
so much of his body exposed. Late in the day, when it was time to head
home, we all went inside, and Rod went into the bathroom to shower, and get
dressed, giving Al and me a few precious minutes together. There was a
laundry area just off of the kitchen, and Al steered me in there, leaned me
against the washer, and dropped to his knees in front of me. He skinned
down the front of my swimsuit, and tucked it just under my balls, my rock
hard cock springing up to point away from my groin at a sharp angle. Al
slurped it into his mouth, sucking me in that expert way of his, his
fingers squeezing at my balls. I was extremely excited, and turned-on, but
at the same time terrified that Rod would return and catch us.

Al sucked hungrily at my rampant prick, desperately trying to make me cumm,
but I was way too tense with concern about Rod to respond. He finally had
to give up, and tucked my cock away, and stood. Just as we re-entered the
kitchen area, Rod came through the door from the living room. Rod looked at
me, and a strange look crossed his face, but nothing was said. I'm sure I
was red faced, and disheveled, to some extent, from Al's efforts at making
me shoot my load, and I knew my hardon showed in my swimsuit. Trying to act
normal, I brushed past him, and went to get dressed.

Driving to my house, Rod acted like he hadn't actually noticed anything,
and we just talked as usual until we arrived, and he dropped me off before
heading home. Once in my bedroom, I stripped, and lay on my bed, furiously
jacking my aching cock to a huge explosion as I recalled vividly the
sensation of Al's hot mouth on me. Relieved, but not really satisfied, I
got dressed, and went to have dinner with my family.

About an hour after dinner Al called, and told me how badly he wanted to
finish what he had started earlier, and got my cock hard, and drooling, by
telling me graphically how he wanted to accomplish that. We arranged to
meet at a small shopping center near my house, and I made some excuse to my
parents about walking over to the music store at the center to check out
the new music selections. I went into my room, and dressed in a pair of
baggy shorts and tee shirt, leaving my briefs in the clothes hamper. I
walked the short distance rapidly, and spotted Al's Jag parked at the back
corner of the parking lot. I hurried over, and he got out, and we leaned on
the car chatting a few minutes. There was only light customer traffic
around the center, and after a few minutes, Al steered me around to the
other side of the car, and opened the back door for me to slide in, as he
followed, and closed the door.

The swank interior of the Jag smelled like new leather, and I stretched out
across the seat, as Al tugged at my shorts, sliding them down my legs, and
off of my feet. Naked below the waist, my rock hard cock throbbed against
my smooth stomach, and Al gripped it, stroking my skin up and down, his
other hand back on my aching balls. The rear windows of the Jag were dark
tinted, and there was little danger of anyone passing by seeing inside, so
I relaxed, and let myself enjoy the incredible feelings his hands were
giving me, enhanced by the relative danger of what we were doing, and where
we were. Al talked his nasty talk to me, all the while stroking my cock and
balls, and I felt myself leaking, as my excitement grew. He scooted down,
and gripped the base of my cock, and lapped at the wet head with his magic
tongue, then slid me into his mouth, sucking eagerly at my rampant cock.

His fingers toyed with my swollen balls, then moved under, to press into my
moist crack, and deeper, to probe into my tight hole, his sweet mouth still
sliding up and down my drooling cock. I shifted my legs, spreading wider,
wanting to feel his finger inside me, and he gave me that, pressing his
finger slowly into me, and searching for my small sweet spot. He found it,
and strummed his fingertip over it, causing me to groan, and squirm, as my
balls began to boil. He spit my cock out briefly, and verbally urged me to
let it come, don't fight it, that we didn't have a lot of time for this,
then swallowed my length again, sucking me like a starving man.

My hips bucked off the smooth seat, humping at him, and his finger poked at
my prostate, over and over, until I felt it start, my churning balls
unloading, sending my creamy load up my spitting cock to erupt into his
magic mouth, strong jets of my cream blasting 2,3,4 thick ropes of nectar
over his tongue, and filling his mouth, and I heard him gulping, a deep
moan rumbling inside his chest. Suddenly spent, I sagged across the seat,
panting, and feeling a delicious tingle in my balls. Al slid his finger
from my hole, and I winced, instantly missing the pressure, and
fullness. He suckled at my softening cock, and captured the spongy head in
his soft lips, milking the last drips of my cumm, as his fingers squeezed
gently on my balls.

He sat up then, and got his knees on the car seat, and shoved his own
shorts down, baring his thick, hard cock in the dim light. I gasped at
seeing it again, and reached out for to grip it, as he dug a tube of lube
from his shirt pocket, and squirted it onto my hand as I rubbed his thick
cock. Suddenly understanding his intention, my heart pounded in my chest,
and I herd the thumping in my ears, as I laved the slick goo onto his
granite hard shaft, rapidly nodding my head at him to hurry. He reached
under my legs, and lifted them, my knees bending back to my chest, widely
opening me to his intense gaze, as he focused on my gaping boy pussy. He
scooted forward, and gripped his erection, pushing it down to center on my
core, and moved closer into me, until I felt the thick head, and the cool
gel on my small pucker.

He pressed against me, and I gasped loudly, as the head slipped past my
tightness, and he flexed, slowly filling me with his thick man cock. I
groaned, and wrapped my arms around my bent legs, and rolled my hips
upward, offering myself to him, and grunted as his thick cock filled me,
the head bumping over my sensitive gland again. He paused, then withdrew to
the head, paused, and slid fully back into me, gaining speed, and force,
fucking me expertly, as I pushed back at him, and clamped my muscles
against his thick cock. In, and out, he rode me, grunting, and talking
nasty to me, telling me how awesome my pussy was, how tight, how hot. I was
totally lost, my body alive with nerve center overload, my cock once again
throbbing hard, and my boy pussy on fire.

Never missing his rhythm, he stroked in and out of me, moving his hand to
capture my rampant cock, and jerk it, thumbing over the head, willing my
small balls to surrender again, as my sparse load oozed from my cock to
coat his gripping hand. His pace quickened, and his thrusts became a rapid
fire assault on my burning tunnel, until he drove in deeply, and grunted,
as I felt his cock throb, pulsing his warm, slick, load into my guts in
strong bursts. Finished, Al lay forward onto my heaving body, his weight
heavy on me, and I let my legs come down, resting over his back. He got his
breathing back, and rose up, moving, and separating our connection, and I
felt empty, and alone, immediately missing his thick hardness inside of me,
as I lay there, fully spent, and sensing his cumm drooling slowly from my
stretched hole.

Al dug into a pocket of his shorts, and retrieved a handkerchief, wiped at
his slimy cock with it, then reached down to press the material into my
flooded crack, leaving it there, as he buttoned up, and settled onto the
car seat. He reached over, and pulled me up to sit beside him, and briefly
brushed his lips over mine, telling me how crazy I made him, and how
special I was. I found my shorts, and pulled them on, leaving the soggy
hanky stuffed into my crack to absorb his copious juices, lest my shorts
get soaked in the stuff, belying my music store alibi. Somewhat back to
normal, we exited the car, and leaned against it again, quietly
talking. Amazing as it was, the whole thing had lasted no more than half an
hour, and I had cumm twice.

We parted then, and I smiled broadly as I walked back home, reveling in the
tenderness I felt in my boy pussy, eased somewhat by the soggy, cumm
filled, hanky pressed snugly between my small cheeks. I was just sure that
Al's smile equaled my own, as he drove back to his own home, the scents of
the Jag's interior no doubt serving as a serious reminder of the lurid
backseat action we had enjoyed.

(To Be Continued)
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