Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2012 18:44:32 -0500 From: nobus345 alfalfa Subject: WHAT A DRAG Part 3 WHAT A DRAG! (Mm) Part 3 Usual disclaimers apply. If you don't like sexual fantasies involving men and boys; leave this site. If you do like them and you are not breaking a law by doing so; read on. If you like this story in particular; email me at: nobus50@hotmail.com and I will try and answer your email. Please help keep this site open by sending a donation, large or small to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Terry Chapter 3 My cock was aching for release by now. I could feel the pre cum in my pants and it felt like it must have soaked through my trousers. "Can I see yours now?" he asked. "I could do you but I've never really done it to anybody else before. I'm not sure what to do." I undid my trousers and pulled them off along with my shoes. I lay back down on the blanket. "Just do what comes naturally. You don't have to do anything. Really, it's ok." I said. Precum was pouring from me. My boxers were soaked and I was almost at full mast but still pointed slightly downwards. Dave reached over and cupped my penis through the slimy boxers. He gave my cock a slight squeeze and it hardened to a full erection almost instantaneously. "Wow! Your's is big." he said. "You dun'arf leak a lot!" I smiled at the compliment but honestly I am not a monster. Unlike so many fictitious penises I would not put mine more than, perhaps, slightly above average. "Not especially." I said, "Yours looks like it will grow to be bigger when you are fully matured. And I'm only leaking like this cos you turn me on so much!" Dave continued rubbing around the head of my penis a little longer then slid his hand under the material and touched my swollen head for the first time. He pulled my penis out and pushed my boxers down. I raised my butt slightly and the boxers were kicked off. Dave leant over swirling his fingers around the slimy head, staring intently at the end of my penis as more precum oozed out. He then slowly pulled my foreskin all the way back as I had done to him and brought it all the way forward. More precum seemingly flowed from my tip and began to drip on to my stomach leaving a long trail connected to my cock head. This obviously caused great mirth to Dave. As he continued to squeeze my penis to extricate as much precum as he could onto my belly. Not really masturbating me but causing me a great deal of pleasure none the less. "It looks like you've come already!" He said, and ran his index finger through the small pool on my stomach. He ran it between his thumb and fore finger and looked intently at them and raised it to his nose. "It don't smell of cum." He said. Then he put his finger to the tip of his tongue. As he did this I said, "Well? What does it taste of? Do you like it?" "Mmm, I don't know really. But it's not too bad. I think I prefer the cider." "So I suppose a blow job is out of the question, unless I cover my dick with cider!?" I joked. "I've never done that before." He replied. Dave returned to gently wanking me and spreading my precum all over my cock head. I'll have to teach you." I said. Dave smiled up at me with a broad grin and began to wank me faster. It felt wonderful having his light teenaged hand around my cock stroking up my passion. I had not felt this turned on in ages. My whole body felt like it was being aroused by Dave. My mouth was dry and my breathing started to become ragged. I could feel an orgasm building in my groin and spreading to the tips of my toes, the top of my head and the ends of my fingers. This was just lust; I needed release. Dave kept up a steady rhythm and very soon and I could feel my orgasm fast approaching faster and closer. I am pretty sure Dave sensed this as he slowed down but squeezed a little harder. He was still sitting up leaning over me slightly and he placed his other hand around my balls and ever so gently began rolling them around in his hand. It was no good I just lay back on the blanket, held my breath and closed my eyes. As the first ribbon of cum shot from my engorged head and landed in my belly button I let out my breath in a loud groan. Another ribbon of cum shot up on to my chest. Dave continued squeezing my cock as a third and even stronger spurt landed on my chest, followed by more less intense contractions. I opened my eyes as Dave gently pulled my foreskin over my cock head allowing more sperm to dribble down over his right hand. He removed his left hand from my balls and used it to help support himself and turned to look down at me. I was exhausted and lay there with a post orgasmic expression of smile and wonderment. "Are you ok? Did I do it right?! He asked. I could not speak and my face may have shown a slightly pained expression as my brain deciphered all the signals coming from my groin. I broke out into a huge smile relaxed back on to the blanket and shut my eyes. "That, Dave," I said lazily, "was the best wank I've ever had. You were brilliant." Dave rubbed his hand over my deflating penis and rubbed the sperm all round the head. Then he sat back and put his index finger tentatively towards his mouth. `My God!' I thought, `Is he going to taste my sperm?' He put his finger to his nose and sniffed, then poked out his tongue ever so slightly and just for an instant placed his sperm laden finger on it. Not a lick but just enough to persuade himself that it was not poison. Then he did lick the end of his finger. His face remained expressionless. "Have you not tasted your own cum before?!" I asked. He began to smile, "Yeah. I just thought it might be different. Sort of salty but I don't think I could give anyone a blow job, though." "You don't have to taste it when you're giving a blow job." I said, "Any decent bloke would let you know if he was gonna cum and you could finish him off by hand." "Yeah, I s'pose." He said nonchalantly but obviously weighing the idea up in his mind. How lovely it would be to have his soft lips around my penis. I could imagine him licking and slavering over the end and then bobbing up and down, burying his nose in my pubes as I shot a huge load of cum down his throat. I was jolted back to reality as he spoke. "Have you ever given another bloke a blow job?" "It has happened before occasionally." I said. "I have even swallowed sometimes but I've not always wanted to." I could guess where the conversation was headed. Should I offer or wait for him to ask? I didn't really need to make a decision. "Would you give me a blow job?" Wow! He was quick and eager to progress our sexual relationship. I thought I would tease him a little. "Aren't you frightened that it might make you gay?" I teased. "Nah! Besides it's just fun. It don't make you gay. That's for sissies." He reasoned. He seemed to have it all worked out. What does make someone gay? What is the definition of gay? I suppose gay to one person might be different to gay to another. Sex was ok for Dave so long as he didn't become camp, it would be alright. Was he using me as a role model? I was certainly not camp and probably best described as bi-sexual but I loved being with other guys especially young teenaged guys like Dave. He was just experimenting and enjoying the ride so far. I wondered how far he would like to go. Would he draw the line at kissing? Would he reciprocate everything I did for him? I didn't care. If all he ever did was wank me off again, I would be eternally grateful. Just to have the company of someone like him was good but sexual favours too was wonderful! "So what `messing about with mates' have you done? How did it all start?" I was keen to hear all the details of his gay experiences. Were they like my own? Was he more experienced than he made out? "I was with a mate a year older than me last year. We were in the woods near my house and I took a piss and so did he. He just came and stood next to me pissing and, well, we sort of looked at each other's cock and then at each other. After we had stopped pissing, you know when you're shaking the drops off; he just kept on shaking it `til it got hard. "Then he started slowly wanking it. I s'pose I did the same cos next thing I know we're both wanking our cocks slowly. Then he sort of reached over and started wanking my cock. It was great. Nobody had done that before and I was spunking over his hand in no time. Then he wanked himself off and it was all over. "Never really did anything again. He never said anything and I s'pose he got the willies that he might be gay or something. I had a girlfriend so I knew I wasn't queer but I never got a girl to wank me off yet." If that was the truth and the whole truth Dave was young and keen but frustrated. No wonder he liked my advances; beer, ciggies, porn and sex! No girl was going to offer him that and he, I assumed, just wanted some experience. Dave had returned to gently playing with his semi hard cock whilst relating his brief account. His cock was now getting much closer to it's full length. I never could estimate size in inches or centimetres. It was what you would expect to see on a fifteen year old lad in the full throes of adolescence. Not overly huge in any dimension but no shrinking violet either. I guessed he would finish up as Mr. Just Above Average, like myself. I reached over and took his hand in mine and began to wank his cock for him. His penis instantly regained its full girth under my ministrations. "So you've never had a blow job?" I enquired; now more certain of the answer. He did not reply, just shook his head slightly. I pulled his hand away from his cock and squeezed out a drop of precum and began wanking him again. I moved so that I was kneeling next to him facing him and leant over towards his groin and looked up into his eyes. I looked down at his engorged cock and his bush of curls around the base of his shaft. Very slowly I leant forward and licked the tip of his penis. I tasted the precum that was oozing slowly from his slit. I looked up at Dave and slowly, ever so slowly licked up his frenum and over the slit. His penis twitched beneath me and I momentarily lost contact. Dave's face was a picture! New experiences can bring about the strangest of reactions. For Dave it meant a sharp intake of breath and his eyes seemed to sink into his head. His nostrils flared and his expression was of fear and trepidation mixed with agony and extreme pleasure. And I had hardly started! I was worried that despite this being second time round, he was going to come before I had really got going. `Well', I reasoned to myself, `If he does come too quickly I will just have to start all over again; if not today then some other time. I'm sure I have got him hooked now and not afraid of his gay side!'