Lars and Roland Chapter 2

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Lars and Roland - Part 2 of 2.

Lars, having figured that Roland had not rejected him and was now as turned on by the contact as much as he was, stroked Roland's back and began to move his hands up and down the wonderful curves, eventually pushing them under the waistband of Roland's shorts until he was firmly grasping the smooth mounds of the boy's ass. Roland was still thrusting at him, so he helped guide the young man's frantic thrusting into a more rhythmic tempo, pressing Roland's pelvis down into his own groin with each down stroke. Roland, now getting easier with the situation, relaxed more and settled onto Lars, but he turned his head to the side, and Lars, accepting this adolescent hesitancy to kiss, buried his nose in Roland's hair and deeply inhaled the aroma of boy sweat and boy sex; the usually unpleasant odour of underarm pungency, but to Lars, that added to his sensory input of this boy who was probably making love with his first adult.

After several minutes of this dry humping, Lars whispered into Roland's ear, "Can we stop for a moment?" Roland froze when he heard the question, probably fearing that he was being rejected by Lars. Then Lars continued, "It might feel better with these off." And with that, he lifted the elastic waistband of Roland's shorts and let it snap back to emphasize the point.

Lars felt Roland's relief when he did that, and he was pleased when the boy rolled to the side; on to his back and pushed his shorts down to his feet and off. Freed from the presence of Roland's body on top of him, Lars took the opportunity to shuck off his own briefs and drop them over the edge of the bed. When they were both naked, Lars turned to face Roland, grabbed his waist, pulled him close, and rolled again on to his back, at the same time, pulling Roland back on top of him. Then he reached his hand down between their two willing bodies and grabbed Roland's stiff cock and inserted it between his sweating thighs, which he then clamped tightly together. Roland, understanding what Lars was doing, spread his own legs on either side of Lars' legs and began to lift his entire body up and down, as if performing push ups, trying to get his wooden dick to achieve friction between Lars' legs. Lars corrected this amateur effort at fucking by placing his hand on Roland's lower back and pushing down, which forced Roland to begin thrusting with only his pelvis, between knees and hips, and eventually Roland got the idea this was the `right' way to fuck. And while he was doing this, Lars continued to feel up Roland's smooth butt cheeks while his nose was buried in Roland's wiry hair. The smells of boy sweat, and underarms, and even mild flatulence permeated the air, and Lars greedily and sensually sucked them all in through his nose; adding the highly erotic aromas to the intense sexual sensory overload he was experiencing.

After some minutes of this activity, Lars figured that the ultimate satisfaction of orgasm for the boy was not going to be achieved, so he grabbed the sides of Roland's chest and asked quietly, "Would you like me to perform fellatio on you?"

There was a silence of a few seconds, and then Roland asked, "What's that mean?"

Lars kissed Roland's hair and said, "Fellatio comes from the Latin verb fellate, meaning `to suck'. Your friends may call it a `blow job', but it mainly involves sucking. How about it, Stud?"

The unambiguous reply of, "You bet!" was like flicking a switch, and in no time Roland was on his back and waiting for fellatio.

The covering sheet had long ago disappeared, and in the light filtering in from the streetlights, for the first time Lars saw the glorious and rampant dick of the boy he had coveted for quite a while. Lars was really pleased at what he saw. Roland's dick was a mirror image of his own, right down to its 6" length and the shape of the shaft from base to glans (starting narrow at the base and widening a bit further up), including the heart shaped glans itself, and Lars fell in love with this phallus as well as really being switched on emotionally to the boy it was attached to.

Having almost swooned over Roland's beautiful dick, Lars got on his knees between Roland's spread legs, and then he leaned forward and began licking the sheen of sweat on Roland's chest. (He avoided Roland's lips, which Lars had heard some boys did not think were part of a sexual encounter.) Instead, his tongue began to explore Roland's satiny chest and neck. At the same time as he was feasting on the boy, his left hand cupped Roland's balls, and not wanting it to feel neglected, he also encircled the boy's cock with his right hand. Lars' tongue, still concentrating on Roland's upper body, eventually found one nipple and played with it for a while, sucking it until it was almost a sharp point. Then his tongue moved off to find the other nipple, and he licked that one into hardness as well. Having feasted on the boy's nipples for a while, he then began the journey down the middle of Roland's chest and to his stomach, where Lars tasted boy and saltiness of sweat; an aphrodisiac when a man is making love to a beautiful young man

Soon he reached Roland's indented navel. Sweat had pooled there, and Lars' tongue lapped up the droplet. An inch further south, Lars encountered a single wiry hair. A little further down, and there were two more. And then finally, he reached the pulsating flesh of Roland's dick. At that point, Lars stopped his physical exploration for a moment to rear back and check out the scene in the twilight of the room, where again he looked upon the beautiful hard dick. It was surrounded by a dark coppery bush, not massive in quantity, but growing close to the base of the phallus it surrounded, and the boy's hairless scrotum hung loosely beneath, with obvious cherry sized ovoids within.

When his eyes had feasted enough on the view, Lars dipped his head once more, and this time his mouth went to the tip of the glans. He put the tip of his tongue into the piss slit and tasted the droplets of pre-cum it found there. It was sweet and boyish and had not yet changed to the slightly tangy taste of full manhood. Then he began a rhythmical stroking of Roland's dick, moving his lips from the base to the tip and back, over and over, maintaining a negative air pressure within his mouth to create the wonderful sensations he knew a blow job could give you. He could hear boyish moans coming from Roland, and that spurred him on to even more sensual efforts with his tongue and lips and mouth, and Lars fully intended to give Roland the best damn blow job he knew how to give. Lars' tongue mapped each vein and he accepted the head of Roland's dick pushing against the back of his throat while his lips were buried in pubic hair.

Roland managed to survive the rhythmic oral ministrations for several minutes, but eventually his overloaded sexual circuits began to short. "I'm cumm... " is all that managed to escape from Roland's lips. And then his body rose from the mattress and arched upwards, his hardened dick now being an arrow buried into a mass of accepting and joyous hot flesh and saliva until he ejaculated jet after jet of milky boy juice into Lars' mouth. Lars, also on sensual overload by now, eagerly accepted and swallowed every delivery Roland fed to him; feeling every quiver of the erupting cock as the salty and sweet juices flowed; capturing every drop and let nothing escape. It had been a fantastic experience... for both of them.

Eventually, Roland's relaxed body settled back on to the bed, but Lars' mouth stayed on the boy's penis until it was nothing more than a rubbery snake. Lars then let loose of the flaccid dick, but he couldn't resist burying his face and mouth in the pubic growth as Roland lay there panting.

"How was that?" Lars ventured a minute later, breaking the silence.

"Fantastic," sighed Roland.

Lars removed his head from the erotic comfort of Roland's groin and rolled on to his back, and they lay there for a while, each of them deep in their own thoughts about what had happened. For quite a while they lay there, saying nothing, but Lars, figuring this was the end of the episode and being quite prepared to let Roland drift off to sleep, reached across with his right hand and began lightly rubbing Roland's chest and stomach, and then he began pulling up the cover sheets pretty much as a sign that he understood how Roland would be feeling after the explosion of sex. That's when he realised that his thinking might be wrong, because when he felt Roland's body stir and his hands pushing the cover sheets back down, it seemed to him that, as well as the sheets being pushed back down, Roland's head was following them. Lars, realizing Roland's intentions, said, "Hey buddy. You don't have to. It's OK."

But Roland was not to be deterred. Lars felt Roland's hand grasp his own swollen cock. It began a slow up and down motion, until suddenly the moistness of Roland's mouth encircled the tip of Lars' dick. Moments later, the wetness moved down until it was at the base of his cock. Lars flashed on a thought about whether Roland had done this before, but ignored it. Instead, he concentrated on the fantastic sensations coming from his groin area. Roland was moving his mouth and lips up and down on Lars, imitating what had just been done to him.

Lars' mind expanded into other dimensions, while his boy – his boy – gave him a class-A blow job. Even Micky had never done this for him, and it wasn't long before Lars felt the tide rising.

"I'm going to cum," Lars said, accompanying his words with a motion of his hand against Roland's forehead. But Roland ignored the gesture and continued his sucking, but faster now. Lars felt the electricity start at the base of his dick and spread to his balls and up his backside and up his spine, and then the climax really hit home and glob after glob of jism erupted from his dick into Roland's mouth. Roland tried to swallow and suck simultaneously, but that's an art acquired through practice, and Roland had not had the necessary rehearsal time, and that's why most of Lars' prolific seminal juice leaked out of Roland's mouth and dribbled on to Lars' crotch. And while this amazing climax was happening, Lars tried to keep his bucking under control so as not to force his erection all the way down Roland's inexperienced throat.

Finally calm and the lack of Lars' thrusting signalled to Roland that he could come off of Lars' dick, and he relaxed and lay down on his back next to Lars. Lars put out his arm across Roland's chest, and Roland placed his right hand on Lars' nearest thigh.

"God. That was great for me," sighed Lars.

"Me too," whispered Roland.

Ignoring the wet puddles on the mattress around his hips, Lars pulled the sheet up over both of them, and then he rolled onto his side, facing Roland. Roland rolled on to his side facing away from Lars, but backed his ass into Lars' crotch, spooning as some call it. Lars' arm was still around Roland's chest when they both fell asleep, both sexually drained and both content with the amazing experience.

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The silly little alarm clock was chirping away when Lars opened his eyes. His boy was still next to him, sleeping soundly. And then, out of the haze of being half asleep and half awake, Lars groggily realized he had set the alarm for a reason. Oh yeah, we're going to Disneyland, he thought. He shook Roland on the shoulder and the boy slowly surfaced into consciousness, just as Lars had done. "Hey buddy. We got to get going," Lars said into his ear. Roland gave out a small moan before he turned over and grabbed Lars' waist, trying to pull them closer. Lars threw the sheet off, and saw in the early morning light his young friend's beautiful turgid circumcised cock, standing proud and as stiff as it could possibly get, and now daylight was seeping through the blinds he could see that Roland's pubes really were copper colored. Lars reached for it and began to stroke it. "It's your choice. More sex or Disneyland," Lars teased.

Without hesitation, "Sex," Roland said, and turned on to his back.

"OK," said Lars. "But this time I get to watch everything."

Lars propped himself up and began stroking Roland's gorgeous dick. Roland, enjoying the delights Lars was providing for him, began pumping his pelvis in time with Lars' movements. Lars, now fully aroused and fascinated by the sight of his boy's attempts to get the most from what was happening, stared at the stunning phallus as it began to thrust and spasm harder and harder. Feeling a sudden swelling in his hand warned him of the impending eruption, and Roland again arched his back off the bed as he had done the night before as stream after stream, five in all, of boy cream shot out, landing first on Roland's chin, then chest, then belly, and ended as a drool into his pretty pubic bush. Roland remained levitated for a few seconds more as the finality of the moment shuddered through him, and then he slowly relaxed back on to the mattress.

Roland smiled weakly at Lars, but in the light of early morning that was revealing his complete nakedness and the after effects of what had just happened, Roland was a little shy and he pushed Lars' hand away from his now softening cock. Then he cupped his hand over his genitals, slid out of the bed, and hurried toward the bathroom.

"Don't take too long," urged Lars. "I gotta go too," he added. And then the door shut behind Roland and just the visions of the boy's beauty and the image of that beautiful white ass passing by were left, sealed in Lars' memory.

Lars got out of the bed and busied himself with stripping the stained bottom sheet from the mattress and replacing it with a fresh sheet. He then folded "The Beast" back up and swung it back in to the closet. A few minutes later, a cleaned up Roland emerged from the bathroom, and still holding his hands over his genitals, hurried to his bag and pulled on a fresh pair of briefs. Lars got up, went into the bathroom, and took care of his own morning grooming. When he came out, Roland was dressed and sitting on the sofa, staring at Lars, a look of concentration on his face.

"So, what are ya thinkin'?" asked a naked Lars, while he searched for a fresh shirt.

"God, you're hairy" replied Roland.

"Yes, I am. Chest, stomach, legs, but I'm thankful that it's only on the front side and not my back," quipped Lars as he was pulling on his own briefs. "Of course, it is disappearing from the top of my head," he added with a grin on his face.

Roland remained silent as he continued to study Lars.

"Anything else on your mind? Are you mad or sad or glad or what?" pressed Lars.

"I guess I'm glad," Roland replied.

"So does that mean you want to stay or go home or what?" Lars probed.

"Well, I definitely do not want to go home. Let's go to Dizzyland and see what happens."

"OK with me," said Lars, sensing some internal debate going on with Roland.

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On the way to the theme park, Lars again stopped at the chain diner, this time for breakfast, and while they were eating, Roland told a story or two about comparisons with the school's menu, but in general kept a somewhat mundane attitude towards a situation which Lars thought should maybe have been about stars and fireworks considering what had happened between them. But Lars was willing to let Roland work things out at his own speed. After all, Roland was still a relatively young boy and after what he'd experienced, he was entitled to chew things over without comment or prompting.

They got to the park reasonably close to the gates opening hour, which meant they did not have the downside of a large horde of customers. Roland insisted his approach to navigating the most desirable rides was the best bet, his theory being a race to the furthest reaches of the park geography and then working one's way back towards the front gate, which was the opposite of what the crowds normally did. So they did Tomorrowland in record time, moved on to Adventureland, and then arrived at Pirates of the Caribbean, managing to get the front seat of the first 'boat' of the excursion.

Once they had descended into the darkened bowels of the attraction, Lars decided to take a chance and placed his hand on Roland's crotch. Roland quickly turned his scowling face to Lars, and knowing better than to complain aloud, grabbed Lars' hand and moved it away. Lars gave him a pleading look and then moved his hand back onto Roland's upper thigh, only near to the prize and not on it, and Roland allowed it to stay there for most of the ride.

Later, on the Matterhorn Bobsled, Lars tried again to 'cop a feel' and this time, whether because Roland had acquiesced or was too distracted by the twists and turns, Lars was not rejected and was able to feel Roland's package for most of the dizzying descent. And it was only upon approaching the ending 'chalet' did Roland remove the probing digits.

Afterwards, the pair wandered through Frontierland and finished their evening in the `baby' rides of Fantasyland. Lars was disappointed when the parallel he tried to draw for Roland about Peter Pan and himself did not seem to be understood by the boy. Neither did his comments about Alice Through the Looking Glass and its application to modern society seem to ring a bell with the boy, and Lars was beginning to conclude that he was a momentary experiment for Roland, and Roland may not even be gay.

Roland, seeming not to care about seeing the parade or fireworks, around 8pm decided they would leave the theme park. Lars was happy with that and also excited to be heading home, and because they had eaten enough snacks during the day, neither one mentioned stopping off for dinner.

When they walked through the door of Lars' apartment, Roland said, "I'm exhausted. Let's just go to bed."

Lars had previously been thinking that they might spend some time chatting about intimate things before lights out, but a boy's wish was his command. Roland was pulling off his shirt and shoes when Lars took the chance to prompt him, "You know, even though we haven't got a shower, soaking in the tub for a while would be nice. You know, to get that crowd smell off of us."

"Can we do it one at a time?" Roland begged off.

Lars had worked himself up to wanting to play with his new friend aquatically, as it were, and was somewhat let down by the refusal. But whatever Roland desired at this point was probably best to agree to, so he replied, "No problem. But let me have the first go at cleaning up. You can watch some TV `till I get back." And with that, Lars, who had stripped to only his shorts, went in to the bathroom. Lars started running the water into the tub (Roland really needed to clean his armpits, if nothing else) and used a wash cloth to bathe himself at the sink. When the tub was just about right, he exited the bathroom and went in to the main room. "The master's bath awaits," Lars announced in jest to Roland, who was sitting in his briefs in the dimness of the room with the TV off. Lars motioned him to the light coming from the bathroom and said as Roland passed him, "Lovers try to be clean for one another." But Roland gave out no sign that he had heard Lars' comment.

While Roland was bathing, Lars pulled the bed into position, threw on the pillows, and lay down under the sheet. He could hear noises confirming that Roland was actually soaking in the tub. About fifteen minutes later, he heard the toilet flush, listened to the sound of water gurgling out of the tub, the bathroom door opened, and Roland flicked off the bathroom bulb, but there was still enough residual light in the room that Lars could see the tight tenting action in the front of Roland's briefs. Whatever other signals Roland had been giving out earlier, Lars knew what this meant. When a boy's cock is tenting in his shorts it means the boy has sex on his mind. Roland got in on his side of the bed, on his back, and crossed his arms under his head.

Lars, satisfied now that sex was going to happen, took the lead. "We'll not be needing these tonight," he said, accompanying the remark by throwing back the sheet and pulling off his briefs. Without hesitation, Roland humped his ass off the mattress, and discarded his shorts over the side of the bed.

In the dim light, Lars saw his young friend's hard circumcised cock. It was beautiful and as stiff as it could possibly get, surrounded by those copper colored pubes. Lars reached for it and began to stroke it, and then he teased, "It's your choice. More sex or dreamland?"

Roland made a face as if deep in thought, and then blurted out a single word, "Sex!"

"Sex it is then, but I'd like to try something you may not have done before," Lars prodded.

"Yeah? What's that? . . . And nothing using asses," Roland added forcefully.

"No buttholes, I promise. Here, climb up on me, facing me. Put your knees on either side of my chest, just below my armpits."

"Like this?" Roland asked, while positioning himself as Lars had told him.

"Yeah. To be blunt, this is called `face fucking'. It's like a blow job, but you're pretty much in control of the action and not me," Lars explained. "Just scoot up here a little closer, lean down so your dick is level with my mouth, put your hands on the header rail, and . . go for it."

"I think I get it," exclaimed Roland as he pushed his throbbing cock against Lars' mouth. "Oh, this is good," he growled as he pushed his cock through Lars' lips, slowly; thankfully, and right in until his bush was nestling against Lars' nose, he began to pull out.

In the past, although the favor had not been returned, Lars had had plenty of practice of deep throating Micky, and he had learned to subdue his gag reflex and even do a little throat muscle exercise on a boy's shaft, so as Roland became comfortable with his positioning, he started to pick up his pace, and very soon he was puffing and moaning and sweating. While this was going on, Lars placed his hands on Roland's hips, more just for the skin to skin connection than for any control.

Within minutes, Lars could sense the change in the force of Roland's thrusts, and that his erection was swelling even more, and he was fully prepared for Roland's outburst of, "Oh god. Oh god. I'm cummm . . ." just as the boy pressed his groin into Lars' face and trembled for several seconds as stream after stream of his boy cream spasmed out of his cock into Lars' mouth and throat.

When it was all over and before Roland could become a total dead weight, Lars lifted Roland by the waist and managed to get the boy face down on the mattress. And Lars lay on his back while the boy recovered a little more. But Lars still needed to finish the business of his own needs, so he grabbed his own erection and began stroking it.

"Can I watch?" asked Roland, turning his head towards Lars, curious by what was going on.

Lars nodded and continued working his hard on. Roland, seemingly enjoying what was happening, rolled on to his side and moved his head down so it was close to Lars' crotch. Lars was thrilled by the audience attention, and he put more finesse into his jacking. Roland reached out a hand, moved one of Lars' hands away, and fondled Lars' balls while he was jacking, and the sensation of those lovely fingers playing with him brought Lars closer to the finalé.

When the finalé did arrive, Lars grunted and then gasped and began to explode white droplets onto his chest and stomach, and Roland watched it all, fascinated, as if he was observing a science experiment. When he was sure it was all over, Roland handed the towel to Lars that he'd used to clean himself up, and Lars did just that, and while he was doing it he was aware part of the towel was damp from when Roland had used it.

There was little more to be said, or done, so after Lars had curled onto his side, Roland again assumed the spooning position, and they fell asleep without any more discussion.

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Lars awoke as the glare of the sun coming through the cracks of the blinds lit up the room. He lay there for many minutes, his arm across Roland's chest while the boy was still asleep, wishing this pose could last forever, but Roland also woke up, and wordlessly slid out of bed and went in to the bathroom, hand over his genitals as he did.

And Lars had to note, disappointedly, that wordless was how most of the rest of the morning went.

It was almost noon before they gathered up Roland's things and got into Lars' car. When he dropped Roland at his house, both mother and father were there, so over coffee, Lars explained to both of them how well the weekend had gone. Roland, having come out of his half-speaking mode after he got home, actually became a little animated and agreed that the visit to the park had been terrific. Then Lars finally wrapped things up, said goodbye to Roland (who was smiling as he accompanied Lars as he left), and returned to his apartment.

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About six weeks later, Lars invited Roland to another weekend, but it seemed the dates that Lars proposed conflicted with previously planned family outings and vacations. So Lars left the matter alone and didn't press it further than he thought prudent given the circumstances. He knew he would be seeing Roland later when the new school year started.

And sure enough, the first chance he had in the fall, Roland sought out Lars and said he needed to talk to him. Roland appeared nervous, a condition that Lars had not seen in the boy before. Lars was not a fool and had prepared himself for what may or may not happen when the new school year began.

Off in a school room, just the two of them, Roland began, "I like you Mr. Hartman."

"And I like you, Roland," said Lars.

"But .. I don't want to do what we, ya know, did anymore," Roland managed to get out.

What Roland was saying was not the worst thing that could have happened, but Lars was definitely disappointed when he came to the realization that he had only been an experiment for Roland. "That's OK, Roland. Whatever you think is best. We can still be friends, can't we?"

"Sure," Roland said, almost with a sigh.

"Anything you need or want to talk about, just come see me," Lars said, fixing his eyes on Roland's. "And you know I won't be telling any tales about what we did, and I hope you can give me the same assurance. Yeah?"

Roland appeared relieved, as if he had dreaded making this announcement for weeks, and Lars had accepted it so easily. "You've got it, Mr. Hartman," said Roland, and extended his hand.

Lars shook it, but he was sure Roland would have known it was a reluctant handshake. A weekend of wonderful madness and sex was not something one shakes hands on. Perhaps a kiss would have been better? But Roland had never offered one of those in the first place, so it was highly unlikely it was going to happen then. So just a handshake... and the memories. And then Roland ran off to his next class or next boy friend, or whatever, Lars thought.

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Lars did not remain broken hearted for long, however. A new senior, slender, blond, and long haired, showed up the next day and started up a relationship with Lars; a relationship that lasted for fourteen years. But more of that in a separate tale.

The End

Note to reader: I have told my collaborator, Richard Darby, on a couple of occasions, that "Love ain't always about rainbows and puppies and happy diddly afters." While this story has not been a tragedy, it is an example of the reality about some affairs of the heart.

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Below is a list of individual Richard Darby/Robert Lawrence stories, but a collective list in Prolific Authors on Nifty can be found HERE.

Further reading from the British author, Richard Darby:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/whats-it-all-about-alfie/

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/little-willie-stevenson/

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/secrets-within-secrets/

Contact Richard Darby... richt4t1958@gmx.com

Further reading from the American author, Robert Lawrence:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/dark-haired-wonder.html

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kodak-moments.html

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/pennsy-puppies/

Contact Robert Lawrence... richt4t1958@gmx.com