Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 08:15:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trey - Age 13

Trey - Age 13
by Bill

[This fictional story takes place in early October, 1965.]


"Fuckin' bus!" I murmur quietly to myself.  "Goddamn fuckin' bus!
I'm standing here for 20 fuckin' minutes and no fuckin' bus."

I like to use cuss-words when nobody can hear me... like it's
liberating or something.  Of course, I'd never do it around
someone else.  Even when it's just Doug and me and we're hiking
in the woods or something.  Whenever I try cussing with other
people around, it just sounds really stupid.

So where's the fuckin' bus?  And why couldn't Mom give me a ride?
I'd much rather be hanging out with Doug on a beautiful Indian
Summer day like this than doing research for that term paper.
Maybe I can hitch a ride to get down there quicker.

My thumb is out for less than 5 minutes, and a car's pulling
over.  DAMN!  Look at that awesome car!  Not only is it a red
Mustang -- my absolute favorite car -- but it's also a fastback!
I haven't seen one in real life before, but I sure love looking
at pictures of them.  And I'm about to be riding in one!  Wait
until I tell Doug; he'll be SO jealous.

The guy rolls down the passenger-side window.  "Where you
headed?"

"The central library, downtown."

"You're in luck.  I live about two blocks from there.  I can take
you the whole way.  Hop in!"

This is so amazing!  A black interior.  Manual shift.  And one of
those new 8-track tape players I've been reading about... playing
the Beatles' new album -- "Rubber Soul"!

"Nice car, mister!  REALLY nice car!"

"Thanks.  I just got it two weeks ago when the '66 model year
came out."

The car pulls out from the curb quickly.

"That a 3-speed or a 4?" I ask, trying to sound knowledgeable.

"A four.  It's got a 289 V-8 under the hood... 325 horses."

"Wow!"

Wait 'til I tell Doug!  This is so great!

"So have you started driving yet," he says, looking over at me.
"You look to be around 16."

Is he teasing me or something?  I give a little laugh and look
over at his face.  No, he's serious.  "I'm only 13, sir," I say.
"13 and three-quarters," I add.

"Really?  You look a lot older."

I'm one of the taller guys in the 8th grade, but there's no way I
look 16.  Sure is nice to hear someone say it, though.

I wonder how old the man is.  Maybe 30?  35? 40?  Dad is 42, and
he looks a LOT older than this guy, but maybe that's because Dad
is getting bald and a little fat.

"My name is David, by the way."  He reaches his hand over and I
shake it.

"Pleased to meet you.  I'm Trey."

"Good name," he says.  "You must be a 'The Third'.  I went to
school with a Trey and a Trip.  So, is your real name something
like Thurston Howell III?"

I laugh out loud at the reference to Gilligan's Island.

"Close.  My real first name is Emerson.  Pretty bad, huh?"

"Well, 'Trey' is a lot better.  So where do you go to school?"

I jab my thumb over toward the imposing group of stone buildings
that we're just now passing.  "Glenrich."

"A prep school boy, eh?  I was too.  I went to Saint Andrew's."

It's my school's arch-rival!

"But I wish my parents had sent me to Glenrich," he continues.
"You go to the best school in the state."

Wow!  That makes me feel proud... especially hearing it from a
Saint Andrew's grad.

"Do you hitch rides very often?" he asks.

"Sometimes.  Usually when I'm with my friend."

"I used to hitch a lot when I was your age.  I met all kinds of
interesting people."

We drive along for another minute without talking, as the song
"Norwegian Wood" plays.

"Have you ever had a guy pick you up and want you to do stuff
with him?" he asks, looking over at me with an interested
expression on his face.

I wonder what he means by that?  "I don't think so."

"I was hitching one time when I was, oh, about 14, and this guy
asked if he could stroke my cock as we drove along.  And I didn't
have to do anything to him... just let him stroke it and make me
feel good."

I feel a sudden tightness in my chest. "Did you do it?" I ask
after a moment of awkward silence.

"At first I was thinking: no way I'm letting some stranger play
with my cock.  Then I thought to myself: well heck, my friends
and I get together sometimes and feel up each others' boners, and
I really enjoy it... so why not.  So I went ahead and did it.
And when he had finished, I felt like I was floating on a cloud!
I guess you've had that same feeling plenty of times when you
jack off... right?"  He's saying all this in a completely
normal tone of voice!

I'm so embarrassed that I can't even look at him.  My eyes are
pointing straight ahead, but not really seeing anything.
I hope the man doesn't notice how intensely my face is blushing.
But I nod my head in reply to his question.

"What would you say if a guy asked you the same question?"

I glance toward him.  My eyes fix on his right hand, resting
on top of the gear-shift, kind of massaging the leather-covered
knob.

"Would you let a guy stroke your cock for a few minutes?  And you
wouldn't have to do anything in return?"  I stare at his hand
moving sensuously up and down on the shifter knob... like he's
masturbating it!  "What if I asked you to let me do it to you?"

I don't know what to say.  There's this feeling in my chest
that's like a combination of fear, excitement, and embarrassment.
My mind is replaying the warnings Mom and Dad gave me years ago
about being cautious of strangers.   But then I'm thinking about
the two times last summer when Doug and I felt each other's
boners in the woods near the lake.  And how good it felt.  And
how much I've wished we could've done it some more.  And how
often I think about Doug's hand on my cock when I'm beating off.
I want to let him do it, but I'm totally nervous about it.

Oh, God!  I can feel my dick getting REALLY stiff in my khakis.

The man's words break through my daze.  "It'll feel really good,"
he says.  "It sure felt that way for me, that time when I was 14.
And it isn't like doing it with a guy at school... someone that
you'll see every day.  That can be embarrassing sometimes."

His hand lifts off the shifter, and moves toward my lap.  It
comes to rest on my knee and just sits there for a minute.

"OK?" he asks calmly.

I can barely speak.  "OK." It's almost a whisper.

His hand slides up toward my crotch.  My boner is aching... as
hard as I've ever felt it... and he squeezes it gently through
the material.

"Undo your pants and slide them down a little," he says in a
pleasant conversational voice... as if this is a perfectly normal
thing to be doing as we drive along.

I unzip them and expose my underpants.  The bulge is even more
prominent beneath the snug white cotton material.

"Your underwear too... slide them down so I can see your cock.
I can tell you have a really nice one."

I tug down the waistband as I lift my butt off the car seat, and
pull up my shirt a little.

"Yeah!  It's VERY nice!" he says, as his warm hand slips around
my erection.  My body flinches slightly at his touch.  "Relax,"
he says, as his fingers gently caress my rock-hard cock, and his
thumb rubs lightly along the ridge of my circumcised cock-head.

I gasp almost silently as the pleasure of his touch runs through
me.

"You've got at least 6 inches," he says, apparently impressed.
"As handsome a cock as I've ever seen.  And just the right amount
of hair."

He's right about the length.  Six-and-a-quarter inches, last time
I measured.  It's amazing how much it has grown in the last year!
My pubes sprouted about 6 months ago, and I have a decent patch of
hairs above my dick.  (Doug has a little less than 5 inches, and
no pube hair yet.  I think it embarrassed him to show me, those
times we felt each other's cocks.)

His hand begins to move up and down in a slow, gentle jacking
motion.  I sigh with pleasure.  He moves a little faster,
stroking a little more firmly.  "You like that?" he asks.

"Oh, yessss!"  He doesn't really need to ask.  My body is already
doing the talking... tensing, shuddering... my hips rising up as
he masturbates me.

He brakes for a red light and removes his hand to put the shifter
in neutral, then immediately moves it back to my boner.  Damn,
this is so good!

He removes his hand again when he starts up and quickly shifts
through the gears.  Then back to my cock again.  This time he's
going faster... stroking with almost the same cadence that I use
when I beat off... but it's so much more intense than the feel of
my own hand!

I know I can't last long.  I never do.  I just want to feel that
blast of incredible pleasure as fast as possible.

"I'll bet you shoot a lot of sperm when you cum, huh?" he asks as
he concentrates his strokes on my cock-head, pushing me higher.

"Huh?  I dunno... I guess so."  The words come in gasps as the
pleasure builds.  Fact is, I don't really know if I cum a lot.
I've never seen another guy do it; just heard guys talk about it.

And just as I feel that wonderful pressure building up as I
approach the blast-off point... he stops!  Just plain... stops.
His hand goes to the knobs of his tape deck and turns up the
volume of the Beatles' song "I'm Looking Through You", then
to the steering wheel.

"Hey!  I thought you were gonna...."  My words drift off.  I
realize he didn't say he was going to make me cum.  My dark red
boner is pulsating visibly, and I'm so incredibly horny.  I'd
finish myself off in about 15 seconds if I was alone.

"Yeah; I was about to make you shoot your load, and that would
have been really cool.  But I figured you didn't want to get it
all over your khakis and that nice oxford shirt you're wearing."

"Oh... yeah."  I pull up my pants and fasten them over my
throbbing cock.

"I've got an idea, though.  How about we go to my apartment, and
I can give you a really fantastic cum?"

I almost blurt out 'YES', but then I think maybe it's not such a
good idea.  'Don't go with strangers' says the voice in my head.

"I dunno... I gotta do research for my term paper, and...."

"Like I said, I live only two blocks from the library. I could
even give you a ride back to your neighborhood when you're done
with your research.  What do you say?"

"Gosh... I don't...."

"Do you know what a blow-job is?"

I nod.  A bunch of us guys were talking about it just the other
day when we were hanging out by the athletic field after lunch.

"Ever had one?"

I shake my head.  Of course I haven't.  I've never even kissed a
girl, much less had one suck my cock.

"I'll give a blow-job like you wouldn't believe," he says, as our
eyes met.  "I really enjoy giving pleasure to good-looking guys
like you, and I wouldn't expect you to do anything in return.
If anything makes you uncomfortable, then we won't do it.  And
you can just walk out anytime you like."

His hand is back on my leg, rubbing gently along my inner thigh.

"You won't believe how good it feels to have a skillful mouth
pleasuring your cock," he continues.  "I'll give you the best
orgasm you've ever had in you life.  OK?"

My brain is full of mixed signals, bouncing all around.  Do it,
Trey.  (No; it's dangerous.)  Don't be a wimp; do it.  (But I
don't really know him.)  He wants to give me a BLOW JOB for
Christ's sake!  And he seems like a really nice guy.  And I'm so
damned horny....

I just can't pass up this opportunity.  "OK," I say, and give him
a nervous smile.

In a few minutes we drive past the massive downtown library and
turn into an alley behind a row of historic-looking townhouses.
He parks behind a house at mid-block, and I follow him through
the back door.

"The good thing about the first-floor apartment is that I can
come in the back," he says.  "The people who live on the upper
three floors have to use the front door.  How about something to
drink?  I've got coke, ginger ale, iced tea...."

"A coke would be fine, sir!" I say.

"Please, Trey; call me David."

"OK... David," I say with a smile.

I look around the place.  The fireplace and windows and stuff are
old-fashioned looking, but the furniture is really modern... like
in a movie or something.

I sit on a firm low sofa as he brings me the soda.

"I'll just be a minute, straightening up the bedroom.  Feel free
to look at those magazines if you like."  He gestures to the
stack on the glass coffee table in front of me.

I eagerly pick up the top one.  The cover has a picture of a
naked woman, a beautiful blond, posing on the beach.  The words
are in some foreign language.  Like Scandinavian, or something.
I flip through it.  WOW! I've seen Playboys, but never one like
this.  The women have hair on their pussies (in Playboy they're
always bald), and you can see their... you know... their cunts.
And they're all incredibly beautiful.  I pick up the next
magazine.  Same weird language, and this time it's men and women
together.  And the men have boners!  And they're doing real sex
stuff... you know, fucking and sucking!  These are things I've
talked about with Doug and some of the other guys, and I
fantasize about it when I beat off, but I've sure never seen it
before.

And then my eyes focus on the next magazine on the pile... all
the pictures are of men... all with big boners... posing by
themselves or in pairs... stroking their cocks... stroking each
other's cocks!  They look like college-age guys, and they all
have really nice athletic bodies.  I'm staring at a full-page
picture of a muscular blond guy standing naked outside in a
meadow, having his boner sucked by a guy who's kneeling in front
of him.  My brain is blazing with pure lust and my cock is
throbbing like crazy in my pants.

"Are you ready to try that?"

I jump at the sound of David's voice.  He walked up behind me
while I was totally captivated by the magazine.  He's wearing one
of those silk bathrobes like Hugh Hefner wears... what's it
called... a smoking jacket?  I don't think he has anything on
underneath it.

"Come on back and I'll take care of that handsome cock of yours."

I follow him into the bedroom.  Man!  It's like something out of
James Bond, with an enormous modern-style bed, low to the floor.
The lights are dim, and soft jazzy music is playing on a stereo.

"How about you take off your pants?" he asks.

I nod, and sit down on the bed, kick off my loafers, pull off the
socks, and then slide off my khakis.  I feel a little awkward
about the bulge in my underwear and let my shirt cover it.

He gets a pillow and positions it in the middle of the bed behind
me.  "Lay back and get comfortable."

I fall back onto the incredibly-smooth sheet (is it satin?), with
my legs over the side of the bed.  David kneels on the floor and
spreads my knees apart.  His hands slide up each of my legs, and
when they get to my crotch he gently massages the front of my
underwear.  My cock is already rock-hard, and my whole body
shivers at his touch.

"White briefs are so sexy," he murmurs, as if talking to himself.

I don't know about my underpants being sexy.  Right now, all I
care about is this strong urge to have a cum.  To be specific,
having a cum in David's mouth.

Still fondling my covered boner, he reaches up with the other
hand and unbuttons my shirt, pushing it to the sides.  His hand
wanders over my chest.  I don't have much of a build... too
skinny and not much muscle... but I'm pretty sure he likes the
way my body looks.

His face dips onto my crotch, and he kisses my cock through the
material of my underwear.  And he's rubbing his nose against it
too... as if he likes the way it smells!  Then his fingers slide
inside the waistband, and he pulls my underwear over my cock and
then down my legs.  Now I'm completely naked, except for my open
shirt. I'm a little nervous, but mostly REALLY turned on.

"Ready to get sucked, Trey?" he says, with a little wink.

"Yeah!" I reply, and bite my lower lip in anticipation.

His right hand circles my cock and gives the taut skin a few
gentle strokes.  It's leaking that fluid out of the piss-slit.
His mouth comes down, and his tongue swipes at the end of my
cock-head.  Oh, yeah!  And now... oh, God!... now his lips have
encircled the whole head, and his tongue is swirling all over it.
Oh, Jesus!  My entire body is shaking as his lips move down the
shaft!

So this is a blow-job!  No wonder guys talk about it with awe!

His lips and tongue are going wild, moving up and down all over
the top half of my cock.  The sounds of his eager slurping
combine with my moans of ecstatic pleasure.  I hear little
sighs of satisfaction coming from David's throat, even though
his mouth is full.

I feel like I'm gonna cum REALLY soon at this rate!  He must
realize it too, and he lifts his mouth away.

"Don't want it to end too soon.  The longer the stimulation, the
better the orgasm is.  But I'll bet you already know that from
jacking off," he says with a smile.

I smile back, but I don't really know what he's talking about.
I always just beat off as fast as I can.

My cock is twitching... aching for more.  David runs his hands
along my belly and up to my chest.  His fingertips gently pinch
my nipples, which are totally stiff at his touch.  Then his hands
roam all over my body... massaging my shoulders, carressing my
hairless armpits, stroking down my legs... even feeling my feet!
This feels good, but I really want my boner in his mouth again.

"I want you to...."  I feel shy asking for this, but... "I mean,
would you... suck my cock some more."

"Absolutely!" he says.  He doesn't seem at all annoyed by my
impatience.

His mouth envelops my cock-head again, and this time it slides
more than half-way down the shaft!  Jeez, this is so intense!
His lips slide back up to the head, and then plunge again, taking
in even more of my boner.  His hand goes to my balls, and he
gently fondles them as his mouth rides up and down on my cock.
Oh, Christ!  My boner is going all the way into his throat!
Shit!  That feels so incredible!  And I can hardly believe my
eyes as I watch my entire cock being swallowed.  He's going
faster.   The stimulation is so strong!  It's so good... so
fucking intense!   I feel the orgasm building up inside me...
getting close... oh, yeah!  Suck me; suck me; suck me....

"Yes!  SUCK ME!  Oh God, yes!  I'm gonna...  YESSSS!"

I ride an incredible wave of pleasure as my cock pumps its load,
accompanied by body-wracking spasms.  He's sucking the cum right
out of me, and I keep shooting spurt after spurt.

Oh, Jesus that's good!  And he's still working my boner with his
mouth.  He's not sucking hard and fast anymore, but my cock-head
is still in his mouth -- he must have swallowed every drop of my
cum! -- and his tongue is lightly dancing on the super-sensitive
flesh.  He's keeping me in a zone of total pleasure... anything
more would be too intense. He wasn't kidding about being good at
this!

Agghh!  I just felt another squirt of cum shoot out of my cock
into his mouth!  I thought I'd finished cumming!

Finally his mouth lifts from my cock.

"You came a bucket-load, Trey... as much as a grown man! Thanks!"

I smile, feeling dazed.  Then I think to myself: he shouldn't be
thanking me!  It should be the other way around.

"We could quit now, and you can go to the library whenever you
catch your breath.  Or maybe you'd like to stay around a bit
longer and I can give you another orgasm.  I'll bet a young
stallion like you has plenty of cum for a second go-round in a
few minutes.  What do you say?"

My brain's reaction is instantaneous: Of course I'll stay!
Our eyes meet and we both smile.

"OK."

"Let's take a break first.  Shift over so we can sit together."

He motions me around so I'm leaning back on pillows propped
against the headboard, and he sits down next to me.  His robe
falls open, and his boner is sticking up really stiff.  Man!
He's got a good one!  Maybe an inch longer than mine, and a
little fatter.  He gives it a few strokes, knowing I'm staring.

"Want to play with it?" he asks.

Yeah, I want to! But I hesitate for some reason. "Uh; I don't..."

"That's alright, Trey.  Like I said, you don't have to do
anything that makes you uncomfortable.  Here; let's look at some
hot pictures."

He opens the drawer in a bedside table and pulls out a magazine
containing pictures of three older-teenage boys, all naked, with
hard cocks... and having various kinds of 3-way sex!  I stare at
pictures that show them lying on their sides in a circle, each
one sucking a cock and also getting sucked.  As I flip through
the magazine, there's one of them on his knees, sucking two cocks
at once!  And then there's a sequence with one of the boys on his
back with his legs spread apart and pulled back... and another
boy has his boner sticking deep in the guy's asshole!  And the
third one is kneeling next to the first one's head, getting his
cock sucked.

David's fingers lightly graze my bare thigh, and I shiver at the
stimulation. His hand slides up and begins playing with my balls.
I look away from the magazine, and down at my crotch.  My dick is
getting hard again!

"Want to try some of those things?" he asks, as his hand starts
stroking my stiffening penis, gently and sensuously.

"I'd like... I mean... I'm not sure."  I just don't know about
sucking his cock.  I've never even imagined doing that before.
As for having David put his big cock into my asshole....

"Would you fuck me?" he asks.  His hand is stroking a little more
firmly now, and I'm fully hard.  "I know you'll like it... it's
even better than fucking a girl."

"Really?"  Until today, the thought of fucking a girl was the
pinnacle of my sexual fantasies.

"I guarantee it," he says.  His free hand reaches over and flips
the magazine pages to the last one.  The boy who's doing the
fucking is having his orgasm, and he looks like he's in heaven!

"I'll try," I say, looking back at David's face.

He seems REALLY happy.  He lets go of my cock and takes off his
robe.  He's completely naked, and his body is slender and smooth.
He's not all hairy like a lot of men I see at the pool... just a
little on his chest.   His 7-inch cock is especially nice, and
his pube hair seems short, like maybe he trims it or something.
He reaches over to the bedside table, getting what looks like a
tube of toothpaste.

"This is lube," he says.  "Excellent for jacking off; essential
for fucking a guy."

He squirts a big glob on his right hand and rubs it around with
two fingers of his left.  Then he starts stroking my cock again,
much more firmly than before, and it feels amazing with the lube!
It's almost like a completely new sensation compared to regular
masturbating.  I need to get some of that stuff to use at home!

David gets on his back next to me and puts a pillow underneath
his butt.  He rubs some of the lubricant stuff around his asshole
with left hand, while he starts stroking his own cock with the
right.  Then he pulls his legs way back and spreads them apart.

"Kneel between my legs and slide your cock in.  It'll feel
great!"

I'm partly grossed-out, part horny... but the horny part is
definitely winning.  I get in the same position as the guy in the
magazine and use my hand to direct my cock to the hole.

"Go ahead... fuck me real good!" he says eagerly.

I push forward.  Won't this hurt him?  It seems so tight.  But as
I push harder, David's asshole seems to open up for me to enter.
My boner slides forward into the tight warmth.  And then it gets
even tighter... oh, man... so good!  My hands are resting on the
backs of his legs, and my hips thrust forward, trying to shove my
cock all the way in at once.

"Take it slow, Trey....  You're doing great!"

My body wants to hump into him really fast... I feel my hips
twitching in anticipation.  I feel like I could cum in a minute
if I just let my body do what it wants.  But I make myself
calm down.  My cock pulls back slowly, being massaged by the
tight, hot flesh of his asshole.  Damn, that's good!  I ease in
again smoothly.  Both of us groan with pleasure at the same time!

It's like I already know how to do it, maybe from those times I
humped my pillow on the bed, pretending it was a girl.  But this
is 1000% better!  Better than masturbating. Better even than the
blow-job!  David starts stroking his cock as I start fucking him
in a smooth, steady rhythm.  I look down at his slippery hand
beating off his handsome erection, and it makes me even more
horny and excited.

"Oh, God.  You're so incredible, Trey!  Your cock is fantastic!
You're fucking me so good!"

"Yeah!" is all I can gasp in reply.

Oh, Jesus!  I can feel his asshole clamping tight around my cock
each time I plow into him.  This is so wild!

I'm getting close!  I can feel the pressure building!  My hips
start going nuts, fucking him faster and faster.  We're both
grunting and gasping.  I want it to last forever... but I also
want to cum....  In fact, I need to cum RIGHT NOW!!!

"Aggghhhh!!!"

My cock is spurting into his ass as I push in as deep as I can
possibly go.  He's laying there with his eyes closed and his
mouth gaping open, one hand still stroking his cock while the
other cups his balls.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" I mutter in amazed, joyous ecstacy.

Did I really say that out loud?  "Oh!  Sorry!" I tell David
immediately.

"No problem, I agree completely," he says, smiling up at me as he
stops stroking his rigid cock.

My softening penis slips out of his reddened asshole.

"Let me clean you up a bit," he says, reaching beside the bed and
getting a damp wash cloth and a small towel.  Man!  He's ready
for anything!

"Do you think you'd like to try getting fucked?" he asks as he
cleans off my penis.  "I'd take it really slow and gentle."

"I don't know."  David certainly enjoyed it, but...

"No problem.  I understand," he says immediately, a sympathetic
look on his face.  "You have a whole lifetime to try new things."

I look down at his cock.  It's still totally stiff.  Without
really thinking, I reach out my hand and run my fingers along the
shaft.

"Could I just... you know... stroke you?"

"Certainly!  I'd love to have you jack me off," he says, as he
leans back and stretches his body out on the bed.  "How about if
you put some lubricant on your hand."

This is great!  Stroking his boner with the slippery stuff feels
so... I dunno; sensual, I guess.  It's so awesome to be beating
off another guy's cock for the first time in my life.  I kinda
wish it was Doug I was stroking, but David's cock is so big and
sexy!   And he's really enjoying it.  I must be doing it right.

"That feels wonderful, Trey!  Play with my balls too!"

My other hand reaches down and massages the thick eggs in the
soft, dangling pouch.

"Yes... squeeze then harder!"

I'm happy to comply.  He's made me feel really good... twice...
and I want to repay it.

I'm beating off his cock fast and hard, and my hand tightens
around his nuts.

"Oh, God!  YES!  Keep going... keep stroking... squeeze those
nuts.... Oh, YEAH!"

I'm grabbing his balls so hard that it's gotta hurt!  And my hand
is stroking so hard and fast that my arm is getting tired.  But I
keep going, giving him all I've got.  And then his back arches,
his breathing stops, and...

"AHHHHHH!"

A long rope of cum shoots out of his cock as I keep stroking.
Maybe 5 or 6 good shots follow, splattering across his chest and
belly.  And more is flowing down onto my hand.

He covers my hand with his own, making me stop.

"Good Lord, Trey!  That was totally fantastic!"

I'm beaming with pride.  I DID do a good job, didn't I?

He takes the towel and wipes himself off, then hands it to me.
When I've wiped the cum and lube off my hand, he pats the bed
beside him, indicating that I should lay next to him.  I snuggle
up beside him, and he puts his arm around my shoulder.  My head
rests on top of his bicep as we both lay there naked, the sides
of our bodies pressing together.

It feels so good to relax like this.  I hardly know David, but I
now feel totally at ease with him.  It's so blissful just laying
here, listening to his breathing.

"Guess you'd better be going to do your work pretty soon," he
says after a long comfortable interval of silence.  "Unless you'd
like to stay for a little longer, of course.  I'd love to give
you another orgasm... and I could show you a few more ways of
giving you pleasure."

I think about it a moment.  "Maybe I should get going."  My sense
of responsibility is stronger than my currently-diminished lust.
"But do you think we could... some other time... maybe...."

"I'd like that a lot.  Let me write down my phone number for
you."

I watch while he gets up and walks across the room.  I'm thinking
more than ever how handsome he looks... and how sexy his naked
body is.

Maybe the library can wait for a while!

The End

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