Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2011 19:31:11 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: THE BOY DOWNSTAIRS - 6 As the fog of sleep dissipated the next morning I gradually became aware of Randy manhandling my organ. He was acting as if he owned it. "Having fun are we?" I offered. Smiling broadly he replied, "It's fun having sex with you. I want to do more." "For cripes sake Randy, you gotta be a sex maniac!. Let me at least wake up." Randy laughed at my suggestion. He bent low, his his eyes now inches from my member and began to rhythmically run my loose skin back and forth over my helmet. Here it was just seven in the morning and Randy was doing his best to bring me to a sexual fever pitch. If I wasn't careful he would soon succeed. "Randy we don't have time for this, not this morning. This is not a weekend. I have to get to work and you have to get to school." His face turned sour as he responded, "School sucks! I want to stay here and have fun with you." It was my turn to frown. "Look if I don't work I won't be able to afford this apartment. I won't be able to feed you any more either." Randy ignored me. Letting go of my cock he got high up in my bed. Placing his knees beside my head he held out a very engorged penis inches from my mouth. "I want to feel your mouth again. Please suck me off!" He pressed forward, the tip of his cock momentarily grazing my lips. I could feel my self control slipping once more. Randy's cock was too delectable to ignore. I pulled back slightly and made eye contact. "Let me call the boss and see what he says," I suggested. Luckily I caught Mr. Fielding still at home. I explained that I had done a lot of overtime lately without pay. Now I was feeling out of sorts and needed a day to recuperate. He was surprisingly sympathetic and agreed to my request without hesitation. "Yes!" Randy yelled as I put the phone down. Pointing his hips forward he implored, "Now suck me off!" "Don't be too eager," I replied, "We have all day to have sex. Why don't I prepare breakfast while you go and take a bath." "A bath?" Randy protested. "This ain't Sunday. I only have baths on Sunday. Besides I can get off a bunch of times. Why don't you suck me off now and you can suck me off later too. Okay?" With that he collapsed over me pointing his cock towards my mouth guiding it with his hand. My resistance gone I opened my mouth and took him in. Randy continued to be aggressive and frankly, I loved it. He seemingly knew how to push my buttons. Moving his hips in a rhythm he began to fuck my mouth. I allowed both of my hands to find his ass cheeks. Moving forward the middle finger of my right hand found his pucker hole. Pressing gently the finger entered his canal. I buried it a few inches and began to massage his prostate. He began to grunt and move his hips faster and faster. Again I knew he would soon erupt. He stopped pumping and arched his back. I grabbed his mushroom with my lips and massaged it with my tongue. My finger continued to abuse him. "Fuck ...... oh shit," he screamed. I felt his seed come in one, two, three spurts. He rolled off me and collapsed beside me totally spent. "Jesus, that was awesome," he grinned. "I loved the way you stuck your finger in my bum. It made it feel way better." I was still horny of course but I figured I could wait. It was time for the morning rituals and breakfast. "Time for your bath young man," I told him. "Awww do I have to?" "Well," I responded, "Let's put it this way. No bath and no more sex. It's your choice." With that the discussion ended and a few moments later, still undressed, we both occupied the bathroom. I washed and shaved at the sink while Randy filled the tub and stepped in. My erection was still raging and my libido was hardly abating. "Are you going to wash my back or anything?" Randy asked. I didn't need a second invite. I turned without saying a word and stepped into the tub. I lathered my hands and began to rub them all over his body luxuriating in the feel of his supple flesh. Soapy hands explored his chest, his stomach, his groin and his legs. I turned him around and continued on his back and ass. "I think my hole needs cleaning too," Randy suggested. My hand spread his orbs apart and I cleaned the area thoroughly. "Oooh, that's nice," Randy murmured. I finished by sitting in the tub and instructing Randy to sit on the lower part of my stomach. My cock stuck up between his legs and protruded above the water level. "It's your turn to clean me," I instructed. Randy caught on immediately. He applied some soap to his hands and began to run his hands up and down doing a little more than cleaning. Next he forced my organ up against his own and wrapping both hands around them was able to slowly commence a jacking motion. The stimulation and the feel of his flesh against my own was just too much to bare. I moaned out loud and began to erupt in buckets. My cream ran down over his member and his hand but Randy continued to pump. I collapsed over him and begged that he release me. We cleaned ourselves again and then retired to the kitchen in our underwear. I cooked a scrumptious breakfast for the two of us. While mulling over the last piece of toast I realized that there were aspects of the day that I hadn't thought out too well. We were prisoners in my own house. There was a real possibility that his mother could spot us if we tried to go out. At least Randy confirmed that he had played hooky many times without school authorities ever knocking on his door. I began to clean up the dishes when Randy reached out and groped me. "My turn to play with you some more," he demanded. "Don't you ever take a rest?" I queried. "We had sex twice already and it's not even nine o'clock. You are a regular cock hound." "Yup," he laughed, "I like to play with Nathan's cock all the time too but yours is way better. I like big ones." By now Randy was on the floor between my legs. My underwear was yanked down unceremoniously and he was taking a healthy grip on my cock once more. My hormones were raging yet again. "Come on then," I directed as I headed for my bed. I lay down spread eagled and I allowed him to carry out whatever he had in mind. He needed no coaxing. He knelt between my legs and grasped me. He examined every inch as if seeing it for the first time. "How did it get so big?" he asked. "It's just luck," I told him. "Yours will get a lot bigger soon. You'll see." "I hope so. I keep measuring it. It's a little longer than last year but not much." He stopped talking and went back to the examination. He jacked me a couple of times and a clear fluid oozed from my cock head. "What's that? Are you cumming already?" "No," I explained. "That's precum. It tastes sweet like your cum does." Randy didn't hesitate. He bent down and licked my glans clean. The feeling was euphoric. "Yeah, it tastes good. I like it." With that he began to squeeze my shaft upwards forcing out more precum. Each time he succeeded in producing a drop he bent down and licked it off. I was being milked like a cow. "Make more!" he demanded. "I want to swallow lots." "I can't make it on demand," I complained. "It's produced naturally when you get sexually excited." Still grasping me he looked up and said, "I seen this film once where this guy had a dick as big as yours up his ass. Have you ever done that?" "Not for a long time," I responded. "Some guys like that kind of sex but I don't." "I just wonder what a big cock like yours would feel like up my ass. It must hurt....a lot!" Looking down he spotted another burst of precum. He swooped down wrapping a good portion of my glans with his lips before licking it off. "Ooooh," I moaned. "That felt good." "Good," he responded. "I want tocatch every drop so I'm going to suck you as I jack you off." He lowered his lips part way over my mushroomed head and began to jack steadily. I didn't believe that he understood how much he was increasing my pleasure. Even though I had erupted just an hour or so before I knew I was ready to explode again. I warned him but Randy ignored me. He increased the pumping and pressed down a little harder with his lips. I erupted with more force and pleasure than I had experienced in years. Randy began to gag but kept his lips in place. My cum was leaking from a corner of his mouth and running down his chin. "It didn't taste great but it was okay." Laying back exhausted I suggested he go clean his face. Instead he wiped his chin with his fingers and licked them clean. Grinning from ear to ear he added, "That was fun! I like playing with your big dong." He lay down beside me and lay his head on my chest. I held him close with my arm and wrapped my hand around his erection. Lifting my head I kissed his forehead. "With sex like this I could get to like you a lot," I whispered. Randy bent his head upwards and looked into my eyes. "I already like you lots. I want to be here all the time." He paused and then added, "Okay, I'm ready to be sucked off again." His comment gave me a start and made me realize once more that this was a dangerous game we were playing. I shuddered to think what his father may do if he found out. Ignoring his demand I tried to explain my concerns and suggested that we should see each other no more than once a week. I also explained that he couldn't tell Nathan what we were doing. In fact I suggested I thought it best If Nathan stayed away for a while. "No!" Randy interjected. "I gotta see you every day!" I went on, "That's what I mean Randy. If we saw each other that often it would be a matter of time before a nosy neighbour or your parents caught on. Don't you understand." He hesitated but then with a look of dejected resignation added, "I guess so." "Besides," I reasoned, "You'll have Nathan back next week." Nothing more was said for the next while. We continued to hold each other in our own way. Gradually Randy returned to normal and resumed his request for more sex. By the time four o'clock rolled around we had consumated sex twice more and I was utterly exhausted. Randy seemed as fresh as ever. He agreed to leave pretending to have just arrived home from school. We agreed to rendezvous in about ten days. I kissed his forehead as he left the premises.