Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2018 04:42:25 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Teenage Confusion II Research I looked over at Alex; saw his still hard cock resting against his belly while he absently rubbed on his balls, just like I did sometimes. He nodded his head and I said yes and John proceeded to take all his clothes off and stood in front of us, sort of posing, while he stroked on his cock. What could I do but kick off my shoes, stand up, and step out of my pants and underwear as I pulled my shirt off. Alex did the same and there we stood, three horny teenage boys whose cocks were still rock hard even after cumming less than five minutes before. Alex's cock looked even bigger, fatter as he stood there without any anything obscuring him. His balls were definitely large and hung loosely, one slightly lower than the other, sort of like mine but unlike John's who were side by side in his smooth wrinkled sac. We turned to the TV set where the guy was pulling his cock out of the girls pussy and began jacking off and in moments began shooting cum out onto the girl. Fuck did that guy make a lot of sperm. The hose in his hand kept shooting stuff out like a roman candle without color, the globs of cum landing in her tits, her stomach and her shaved off pussy. She rubbed his cum into her tits while he was still shooting then reached between her legs, pulling her lips apart, and began rubbing his cum into her girl parts, moaning and groaning the whole time. "How do they do that," John asked, "shoot so much sperm I mean. Shit, look at that." It didn't seem to me that he was really looking for an answer so I didn't say anything, neither did Alex John was the first to start jacking his cock while we stood there watching the screen. I decided to sit on the floor and Alex followed my lead but it wasn't all that comfortable so I stood up and motioned Alex to help me and we pushed the sofa about four feet closer then sat back down, leaning back against the sofa, and resumed making love to our fists, albeit much slower than the first time. We watched as the screen changed to two guys and one girl, the two of them kneeling next to her head, an arm on each others shoulder supporting each other while their other hand directed their cock to her face. She took turns sucking first on one, then on the other cock, her hands cupping and tugging on the hairy balls that hung almost in her face. Like the first time, my and Alex's legs were touching each other and neither of us made any move to change that. Every once in a while I looked over at him and he always smiled at me and at one point he quit jacking with his left hand and placed it on the floor where my hand was, his finger laying on top of mine. I looked at him when he did that and he smiled even bigger at me. I was really beginning to wonder if maybe I'd found a boy my own age who was willing to sex around. My attention was once again drawn back to the screen when John uttered "holy shit," holey being the operative word. On guy was sort of laying down and the girl had sat on his lap facing the camera but instead of his cock going up her cunt hole it got shoved in her asshole. She lay backwards and the other guy got between all their legs and shoved his cock up her cunt. "Fuck I didn't know they could do that," John mumbled as he stroked faster on his cock, squeezing his legs together and relaxing them and enhancing his feelings. They fucked and we stroked, the noise of our breathing getting a little more pronounced in the stillness of my living room, the volume on the TV having been turned down low from the very beginning. As we jacked onward I noticed that Alex had leaned a little bit and our shoulders were touching as well and it wasn't long before he was leaning into me. And still we jacked on, alternating between fast and slow, trying to draw things out, to delay or second cumming. John moaned out that he was cumming and his hand became a blur as he brought himself off, his second offering only oozing out of his cock and down his thumb. I bet he'd jacked off that morning before he even left the house. "I'm gonna go wash off. Is that okay Bran?" he asked. I nodded at him to go ahead while Alex and I kept on pumping our cocks, now watching each other and ignoring the fuck fest on the screen. "I'm gonna cum Brian," he moaned and I seconded it. Our bodies were now touching almost completely from shoulder to toes and we moaned and stroked, our faces really only inches apart. Just as he came, Alex angled his cock and his first shot of cum ended up on my hip, almost in my pubic hair. Not to be out done I did the same, the glob of white cream landing in the crevice where our thighs touched. We kept on jacking, nursing, coaxing our balls to give up more liquid but the show was practically over. Then Alex did a weird thing. He reached to where my cum had landed between our legs and scooped it out with his finger then put it in his mouth. My mouth dropped open and he laughed. "Tastes just like mine does," he said, his hand returning to nurse is oozing cock. He looked over his shoulder to where John could be heard in the bathroom pissing. "I want you to sleep over at my house some time Brian. Okay?" He said it quietly so I knew he didn't want John to know and that meant practically everyone else too. I only nodded my head as John came back into the room asking if we'd finished yet. We responded with a yes at the same time but John wasn't listening. "Look at that," he said and we directed our gaze to the screen where both cocks had left their cubbyholes and the guys were shooting globs of cum out all over the girl's pussy, each guy actually jacking the other guys cock. I looked at Alex who looked at me and mouthed, "interesting," at least I thought that was what he was saying. He may have saying "interested", as in a question, and that had a whole different meaning. "Jeez you guys," I said, glancing at the clock, "my mom will be getting home soon, we better get this place put back. I quickly wiped off as did Alex then we pushed the sofa back, matching it up with the indents in the carpet. "Wanna go wash off," I asked him, and he nodded his head then followed me into the bathroom. I ran a washcloth under warm water then went about cleaning his cum and mine from my body then rinsed it and decided to take a chance and instead of handing to him, I used it and cleaned him off myself, even wiping the drops from his pubic hairs. He didn't make any move to stop me and as I stood back upright to rinse the cloth out again and put it back he said, "I really meant it about you spending the night at my house sometime." I nodded my head and whispered okay. I swear, judging from his grin you'd a thought I was giving him a hundred bucks or something. "That was pretty fun maybe we can do it again." John said as we went back into the living room and finding him fully dressed. Our cocks finally softened and swayed as we walked, Alex's still a fat tube. As he pulled on his underwear, Alex responded with a maybe but didn't sound all that interested although he winked at me, reinforcing my thoughts about his wanting to spend time with me alone and sexy time at that. Alex got dressed but I only slipped into my briefs. I wandered around a little bit then went to my room and got all naked again for bed then lay there ruminating about the night's events, wondering exactly what Alex was up to and figured it gong to be very interesting indeed. Thinking about that reminded me that I had a date with Scott for the next morning. Then I dwelled on that for a moment. A Date; was that what it was really? Was I going on a date with a guy? Somehow that seemed exciting to me and if hadn't spermed twice in the past hour I'm sure that I could have done so while thinking about it. As it was, however, my cock lay snoozing, resting its little head on my balls, all tired out from the evening's play. I smiled to myself, rolled to my side and curled up with my hands between my legs holding my stuff then fell asleep. I slept till almost eight, something I rarely do, got up, showered and ate. I grabbed my swim suit then went into the kitchen and left a note for my mom, saying I was going to the pool with a friend then maybe a movie and I'd be back home by five for dinner. I assumed I'd be home by that time, having no idea where Scott's parent's home was. I was looking out the window when he pulled up at ten sharp and I headed out the door. "Hey," he said as I slid in and closed the door. He was smiling at me and I sort of felt myself blush a little bit cuz his look was, uumm, almost adoring like. I smiled back and told him I was great and we took off. He asked if I'd done anything special with my friends the night before and I told him we just sat around and watched a stupid movie for a couple of hours. I felt a little bit guilty about lying to him but then I didn't know him well enough to tell him what we really did. I asked where we were headed and he told me where his parents lived which was a rich neighborhood on the other side of the city. We made small talk about all kinds of stuff for the twenty five minutes it took to get there, well, almost there. The neighborhood is gated with a guardhouse that you have to stop at before you can get in. The guard must have known Scott's car cuz the metal arm that blocked the driveway started to go up before we got there and Scott waved at him as we passed by. A few minutes later we pulled into a driveway and drove for another minute or so through what seemed like a forest before coming out in front of a huge mansion. "Wow," was about all I could say. Scott chuckled. "Yeah, I know, it's what a lot of people say when they see it for the first time." The house was mostly square, but three stories high and had those big white columns all along the front. Scott pulled up under a covered carport like thing in front and we got out and walked up to the huge front doors. Scott punched a code into the keypad then opened the door and we walked inside. I'm not going to try to tell you all what I saw cuz it was too much, but the place was like a museum or one of the houses you seen in magazines that kings live in and stuff. I walked alongside Scott down a hallway toward the back of the house and he explained that his great-grandfather had built the house in the late eighteen hundreds. The family had gotten a huge land grant for some reason or other and that, along with their shipping and lumber businesses, made them quite wealthy. His grandfather lived in the house and when Scott's dad had gotten married they simply lived there too and of course Scott had grown up in the house. "It has like twelve bedrooms so it wasn't like there wasn't plenty of room or anything." We went through an exercise room at the back corner of the house and I could see out onto lawns, gardens and huge trees and stuff. It was like a city park only nicer. Scott explained that his parents had gone to the Bahamas for a week of business and relaxation and had given the three servants the week off as well. "So we have the place to ourselves," he told me as we went through a door into a small room then through another door into the poolroom. It was pretty amazing as well as very humid, even though there were fans to help clear it out, and large bush like trees and plants to soak it up the excess water in the air. Scott started undressing where he stood, tossing his shirt onto a chair as he kicked off his shoes. "I see you brought a suit Brian but you don't need to wear it if you don't want to. I mean, there's no one here but us and I usually swim nude, unless that makes you uncomfortable that is." He had stopped undoing his pants as he said it, wondering what I was going to do. I was way nervous about it actually; afraid of showing off my cock, of maybe catching a boner, all that stuff. On the other hand this is sort of what I wanted wasn't it. This is what I thought was going to help me decide about me. "No, I guess it's okay Scott," I told him. He asked if I was sure cuz he could grab a suit out of the dressing room. I shook my head and pulled off my t-shirt then sat and untied my shoes. I sort of watched Scott out of the corner of my eye as he pulled his slacks off and draped them over the back of the chair then, with his back to me, he tugged his boxers down enough to let them drop to the floor. His butt was white as snow and slender like mine, the crack between his cheeks a little darker in the very inside. My shoes and socks were off and I stood to undo my jeans as he turned around showing me his cock for the first time. I know that my jaw must have dropped open because Scott just chuckled. "Yeah, I know, it has that effect on people, come on lets swim. He ran to the pool edge, the long thick hose hanging between his legs flopping around, then dove in, his cock hitting the water before anything else, of that I was quite sure. I shucked my clothes off, feeling a little self-conscious at my own feeble cock as my mind replayed what I'd seen. The thing had to be nine inches long, at least, and thick like Alex's cock but maybe even more so. The head was smooth looking and large like a little baby's fist. His hair was somewhat bushy and black as pitch but I couldn't remember what his balls looked like. I didn't get that much of a looking time and what I'd noticed most of course was his horse cock. I deposited my clothes on a chair, ran and dove in, hitting the water before Scott had surfaced. When I surfaced Scott was climbing out of the pool, then he headed for the diving board got on and walked out to the end. His cock was so fucking big I was just amazed. It looked out of place on his thin body. He balanced, sprung and went into a full back flip, knifing into the water in what looked to me like a perfect dive. I wondered though if it was uncomfortable doing all the jumping around and stuff with his long cock flopping around like that. I'd have thought it would throw him off balance or something. "That was pretty incredible," I told him when he surfaced close to me and he thanked me. "Doesn't that sorta hurt or anything with your cock flying around like that Scott?" He laughed. "Not really but sometimes the head gets whacked against my hip or something and that kinda smarts but otherwise no. You wanna try a dive?" I had done some swimming and diving but nothing like that and I told him so but he just said that he wasn't a judge and to go ahead if I wanted to. I did, and I didn't. I'd never swam nude before and I liked the freedom of it, my stuff just floating about in the water like that. But I was nervous about exposing myself too, which was sort of silly considering what I'd done the night before. I guess it was because Scott was older and, oh hell I didn't know just what the fuck it was. Scott sensed my nervousness. "Come on, let's try something," he said then moved toward the steps that were about twelve feet away. He walked up the steps and stood at the edge of the pool, me following right behind him like a little puppy dog. He stopped and turned and I stopped, facing him, about three feet separating us. "Okay, look all you want, and I'll look too, and we'll get this out of the way and move on. Okay?" He then lowered his gaze to my groin and looked me over so I did the same. Unlike my cock, his hadn't seemed to shrink in the cool water but remained its' long thick self. Like me, his hairs were flat against his pubic bone. I could see that his balls were fairly large, hanging very loose in a somewhat furry bag. "You've got a pretty nice cock Brian," he told me. I looked back at his face. "Thanks. My friends tell me that too," I said, not realizing how that might sound or what it might indicate. "Soooo, your friends have seen your cock huh?" he said with a smile. I felt myself blush as I thought about the night before and all the afternoons in John's bedroom after school. And I felt my cock start to harden which did not go unnoticed. "It's okay Brian, I understand. Boys mess around a lot and most boys react like that," he nodded to my rising dick, "quite easily so don't worry. Let's go play now." He said and turned toward the diving board. I wasn't sure but I thought that perhaps his cock had started to rise as well. I took a dive and it went well and as I surface Scott was diving again. We swam and we dove and goofed around for another hour, alternating between the pool and the Jacuzzi where we just lounged in the hot water. "Are you getting hungry Brian?" he asked and I realized that I was. "Now that you mention," I said, nodding my head. He nodded his head to follow him so we headed toward a doorway and entered the shower room, a fairly large open tiled space. We took turns rinsing under the single shower head then I followed his lead, using the liquid soap dispenser and proceeding to wash the chlorine off our bodies, starting at the top and working down. "Want me to wash your back?" he asked. Nobody had ever made that offer, obviously, so I said sure. Scott got me turned around and did exactly that, starting at the shoulders and working down. He didn't stop at my waist like I thought he would but went right onto my butt cheeks, kneading the flesh and actually soaping inside the crack just a little bit before moving on down one leg. I automatically stepped out a little bit to give him better access. When Scott came up his fingers grazed against my balls as he moved to the other leg. It felt really good having him wash me and I felt myself get hard, full on hard too, and not just a little bit. I was sort of embarrassed about it, but his hands felt so good on my skin. He stood up and rubbed my back a little bit, then my shoulders, pressing his fingers into me like a massage. He let his hands move down over my shoulders and onto my chest, rubbing into my pecs then my nipples. He had to stand close in order to reach and it was then that I felt his cock against the back of my thigh and discovered that he was hard too. I let myself rest against him, putting his head close to mine. "Feels good doesn't it." He whispered in my ear. "Unhuh," I mumbled. He moved back slightly and slipped his hands underneath my arms then pressed back into me, his rock hard cock pressed into my butt cheek, and put his hands back on my chest and rubbed, moving ever so slowly downward. He rubbed down onto my belly until my cock head touched the side of his hand. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered. "No," I whispered back, my voice hoarse from tension. His hand moved down until his fingers were kneading in my pubic hair and then at the base of my cock. I reached behind me and put my hands on his butt cheeks just below the hip and he pressed into me harder. His fingers moved down and one hand cupped my balls while the other grasped onto my shaft. "Ooohhh God, I moaned. I moved my hand between us. I wanted to feel his cock too, to finally see what it felt like having another guys cock in my hand. Scott knew what I was doing and moved back just enough for me to grasp onto his hard dick. I squeezed the shaft firmly as Scott began to slowly stroke on my cock, his own hips moving back and forth slightly as though trying to fuck into my hand. "I'm goin to cum Scott," I moaned out. "Do you want to cum?" he asked in my ear, his breath making me even more tingly. "God yes," I mumbled. He gave my balls another squeeze, then moved his arm up to cross my chest and held me as his hand gripped me a little bit tighter and his stroke picked up a little bit of speed. I felt my balls tingle and before I could say anything, I came. Oh man did I cum. It was the most intense cumming I'd ever had and made me see spots, like when a flash bulb goes off in front of you. Having someone else's hand on my hard young cock and making me cum was incredible. I moved my butt to and fro, trying to help the feelings along as I felt my cock pulse out at least five times. Scott gripped my cock even tighter but slowed down a little bit as though to nurse my cock along and he held me tight as my knees went weak from the feelings. He finally let go of my cock and put his other arm around my belly and just held me close, his cock still pressing between us with my hand on it. "How was that?" he finally asked in my ear. "Fucking awesome killer incredible. I never felt like that before," I whispered back to him. "I'm glad," he said back to me, finally letting me go. I turned around and my gaze was torn between his eyes and his cock, which was standing out from him body like a limb on a tree. His cock won out and I grasped onto it and squeezed on it, realizing that the thing would hold three of my hands... at least. "Want me to make you cum too Scott?" "Yeah but it would take forever. Maybe we could jack it off together and when I get close I'll tell me and you could finish it yourself." That sounded like fun so I said yes and he took over the top, on the head, while I was farther down the shaft. He started moving his hand and I moved mine in tandem with him, reveling in the feel of someone else's cock, finally. I loved it and was looking forward to exploring it further, if not Scott's then someone else's cock. I decided to improvise and clutched onto his fat balls and tugged and squeezed on them, figuring that if I liked it he would too. He moaned when I did it so I kept it up until he told me he was ready to cum. He grabbed a bottle of conditioner and told me to hold out my hand then squirted some in the palm. "Massage on the head until I tell you to stop, okay," he said in a low husky sort of voice. I nodded my head, grabbed his little one and moved in front of him then went to town; just like I did on my own cock when I used Vaseline or something. "Oh fuck, oh god that feels good Brian. Keep doing it, keep stroking my cock," he whispered. He grabbed onto my cock and was feeling me up at the same time then all of a sudden he said, "Off the head, off the head Brian," and of course I knew he was cumming. The fat head erupted and since I was standing in front of him, it spat all over me and I mean a lot. The thing shot off at least six times and none of that pissy assed little dribble shit but full on shots of gooey sperm that hit all over on my belly and started running down toward my pubes. The thing finally did slow to a dribble and pulsed out at least another five times before it seemed like it was over and I let go. He puffed his cheeks up then blew the air out saying, "Whew, that was pretty hot." I nodded my head. "I guess I got you pretty gooey huh?" he said. "Yeah. Do you always make that much of sperm?" I asked him. He nodded his head then said that being with me probably helped since it made him so hot holding me and jacking me off. He got some liquid soap and proceeded to clean his sperm from my body, telling me what a nice cock I had and how fun it had been making me cum like that. "Have you ever done anything like that before?" he asked. I told him I hadn't then went on, "Well, I mean I've jacked off with other boys before but never been jacked off and haven't ever jacked anyone off either. I been wanting to try it and now that I have I want to keep trying it," I said with a big smile. "Well, if you want, I can probably help you with that." he said with a smile. "That would be so awesome," I responded. We got out of the shower and dried off then got dressed. I looked over at Scott's body every chance I could, trying not to look like I was looking. I figured it would probably be okay considering what we had just done but still, I didn't want to press my luck. I was kind of amazed that he was so much like me in many ways, all but in the cock department that is. The thing was so huge, and I wondered for a second, as he pulled his underwear on, how in the hell I was ever going to suck on it and I did want to suck on it. I must have had a funny look on my face because Scott asked me what was wrong. "What do you mean," I asked him back as I sat to pull on my socks and tie my shoes. "You had a sort of, umm, confused look on your face." Scott was slipping into his loafers and adjusting his shirt as he talked. I shook my head a little bit and said, "Oh, nothing." He looked at me and smiled. "Come on Brian, what were you thinking about just then?" I stood up and started following him to the door saying that it was nothing really. "Are you sure?" he asked as we headed back down the hall toward the front of the house and his car. "Does it have anything to do with what we just did cause if you're bothered by it at all we should talk about it?" We were quiet for a bit, I guess he was giving me time to think about whatever was on my mind. He reset the alarm as we left and back inside his car he asked me again if I was having second thoughts about the scene in the shower. "Oh no Scott, really," I told him as he started the car and headed back down the driveway, "that was totally awesome. Like I said, I want to do it again." I paused, collected my thoughts a little, and as we headed toward the guard post, I waited, and then resumed when we'd gotten through. "I was just looking at your cock and thinking how huge it is." He chuckled a little. "Yes, and...?" "Well, I was thinking to myself that, since it's so big, how was I going to be able to suck on it." He was quiet for a moment then said, "So, you think that you would like to try that too, suck on someone's cock, to suck on mine?" "Sort of," I told him, "but more about the how part of your cock cause it's so big. I've wondered about sucking on another boy's cock before, what it would be like but with yours it's more like, I wonder if I can even get the thing in my mouth." "I can see where that might present a bit of a quandary for you Brian," he said, "especially since you've never done it before, and I'm assuming that you haven't since you said no one's ever touched you before." I nodded my head and told him that was correct. Then he changed tack on me. "Have you ever eaten Mediterranean food before? I don't want to change the subject but I was thinking of having it for lunch and there's a great Moroccan place close by." I shook my head, telling him that I hadn't but that it sounded okay to me and with that statement he took a left turn and pulled into a small parking lot in front of an equally small but colorfully done building. "Come on, we can continue this discussion after we get settled in." Settling in, meant sitting in a booth but not on seats because there weren't any. Seating was on the floor on pillows around a large circular table set about a foot or so off of the floor of each booth. Scott said it would be easier to order a sample platter, which he did, then went on to explain some of the foods that we would be eating. A girl came to our booth and offered water to clean our fingers in then a warm towel to dry with and then the appetizer came followed shortly by a large platter with a variety of meats, vegetables and other things. It was weird to me eating almost everything with our fingers but it also had a sort of exotic feel to it. We really didn't talk about sex stuff though cuz Scott said it would be better done in private and since the booths on both sides were filled with people I agreed with him and so it was that we resumed our conversation in the car thirty minutes or so later. "So," Scott started out, "we were talking about your wondering about sucking my cock, well, anybody's cock. What do you mean exactly Brian?" I decided to tell Scott everything, figuring it would be so much easier and besides his being older he might have some good advice for me and more importantly, he might actually teach me some stuff too. He listened without interrupting me while I told him about what I'd been thinking about the past few months and why and how I decided to go about trying to find out and how I ended up at Borders. He was quiet a few moments after I'd finished and I was a little worried that he might be pissed at me, but then spoke. "That was a dangerous game to play Brian, just so you know. I hope that you don't have plans to do that again anytime soon. But putting that aside, what are your thoughts now? Did you get an answer to your question?" "I guess its all still too new Scott," I told him. "I had fun and by the way, I don't plan on trying to pick up guys again. At least if you're willing to help me," I added with a big grin. He cuffed me playfully on the arm and I pretended it hurt while I went on. "I don't think it's going to be that easy. It's not like trying on a pair of shoes and knowing right off if they fit or not. I'm not trying to make a play or anything but I really do think I'm going to have to do more stuff. What we did was so cool. I loved you holding me like you did and jacking me off and then me getting to jack you off too and maybe tonight when I'm laying in my bed thinking about it I might... I dunno, come to a conclusion or something but right now this minute, no, my question isn't answered." I was being totally honest with him. I hadn't really had time to think about what had happened and I really didn't think that a one-time deal was going to give me any great insight into me. "Well, I can understand that Brian," he told me, "and I don't think that you're making a play. I think it's an honest answer. What time to you have to be home?" he asked and when I told him he asked if I wanted to go hang out at his apartment for a couple of hours, since that is what we had for time. When I said yes, he smiled and said that would be great. Along the way we talked about my grades and what he might be able to help me with the most, which was almost everything. I wasn't the best student, that is, I didn't really try I guess. I'd done okay until I got into middle school and things sort of went to shit. I just didn't want to be bothered. Scott on the hand was a high achiever-his words not mine- and went all out to get the best possible grades he could. He said that most of the time he didn't have to work all that hard to maintain a B average but excelling sort of ran in his family and he felt he had to better than anyone else in his class. He pulled up to the gate of a parking of a tall building and used a metal square that looked like an army dog tag to open the gate. Once inside he went to a stall and parked, saying this was home. "Cool," was about all I could say. He used the same key to get into the building and to use the elevator where he punched in 15. As we went he explained that the building was actually a condo and that his parents owned it, that is, they owned the building. All of his brothers had used it while they were in school too and he explained what some of them did. By the time he was finished we were at his door and soon, inside. It was a very cool apartment. There was one bedroom just inside the door to the right along with a bathroom right next to it, and the kitchen was on the left with one of those counters that opened onto the living room. Scott's bedroom was on the same side of the apartment as the other bedroom and had its own bathroom and a fantastic view just like the living room. Over all it was pretty big, bigger than our two-bedroom house. "You want something to drink? I have Coke or Pepsi or ice water if you like." I opted for a Coke and Scott brought it to where I was standing looking out the plate glass windows to the world outside. I took a drink then, "What's that over there?" I asked, pointing to a tower like object in the distance and he said it was the student Union tower at his college. "Yeah, I get it now. I've just never seen it from this angle before," I told him. "We've got a couple of hours to kill, unless you want to go home now Brian," Scott said. "Is there anything you'd like to do? I have movies is about all." "Naw, not really. We can just hang out if you don't mind." "That's fine, whatever you want to do." It didn't look like Scott was going to make any moves, and I would eventually discover that he wouldn't either. Scott didn't have much experience at all with boys and while he was okay about being sexy with me, he felt strange initiating it, and didn't want me to think that sex was the only reason he wanted me around. He sat down on his sofa and I went to join him but had a better idea. I stood in front of him, Coke in hand, and said, "Maybe we could practice doing some stuff, like maybe you could show me some stuff." I said, putting on a pouty look and all but licking my lips. He looked up at me, trying not to smile and said, "Oh, like what?" he responded sitting forward on the sofa. "Like what I was wondering about earlier," I responded, rubbing the front of my jeans a little bit. Scott reached out and rubbed his hand right where mine had just gone. "A little excited are you?" he asked with knowing smile as he undid my belt buckle. "Maybe," I countered. My heart was beginning to beat rapidly and the butterflies in my belly started doing their dance. "It was going to happen," I thought to myself. "I'm actually going to get my cock sucked." I felt my cock go to full on hard in thirty seconds as Scott pulled the snap at the waistband of my Wranglers then pulled the zipper down and opened the flaps. I looked down and saw my cock, rock hard, and pressing against the white fabric of my briefs, the underside of the head almost perfectly outlined and a small but growing dark spot at the tip where my precum was leaking out. Scott was looking straight ahead, seeing the same thing that I was and it made my belly tingle again, somehow excited that we were looking at and thinking the same thing. Scott slipped the fingertips of both hands down behind the red stripped elastic waistband then slowly pulled it down, my cock head and then the shaft being exposed until the cloth was down far enough so the entire shaft leapt out and the head pointed straight off of my body and only about ten inches from Scott's face. He let the elastic rest against the base of my cock, my balls still hidden inside, so it held my hard cock in place. One hand moved, reached out, then grasped onto the shaft, right in the middle, and I thought I was going to fucking faint. It was so warm, his hand wrapped around my cock, so different from when we were in the shower. Scott moved his head forward and I watched as he opened his mouth, his lips curled over his teeth and then my cock head was gone, inside and he closed his mouth over it. I almost fucking died. The feelings that roared through my body we so intense I wasn't sure that I would be able to stand up. I let my eyes close and my head fall backwards and somewhere I heard, or felt, a low growl come from deep in my throat. Scott's other hand cupped my balls and squeezed on them through my underwear as he sucked on my cock, moving his head back and forth over the head. I finally found my voice. "Fuck stop. Stop Scott."