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Chapter 2
by: Kewl Dad
I was on cloud nine by the time I got to my apartment, and literally floated upstairs. I grabbed a soda from the fridge and fell down on the couch and thought about what had just happened with Ricky. Looking back at how ballsy I'd been, I had to laugh. Boy, talk about taking chances, but I just knew I was right about the boy, and that we were kindred souls.
As I sipped my Mt Dew, I thought about his body, his smile, and the taste and scent of him. I couldn't get him out of my mind. Was I in love already? I'd always worn my heart on my sleeve, and I fell in love easily, even if it was usually unrequited love. Would this be the same? I wondered. Was Ricky only interested in learning about sex, and once he had all the knowledge he needed, would he move on, perhaps to someone his own age?
So, in the short span of time it took to drink a 12 oz bottle of soda, I'd gone from ecstatic to depressed. Why did I have to question things, when everything had gone so well? I knew the odds of ever hearing from Ricky were about 50/50, and that it was totally up to him at this point, but something deep down inside just wouldn't give up.
I had just gotten up to return the empty soda bottle to the kitchen when my phone rang. Assuming it was my mom, or one of my friends, I picked it up and said hello, but there was only silence on the other end of the line.
"Hello," I repeated, "who's calling?"
"Uh, is that you Rob?" a meek little voice replied, and I relaxed immediately. I'd know that voice anywhere, even if he didn't recognize mine.
"Hi Ricky," I said feeling almost giddy, "what's up buddy? Anything wrong?"
"No, no...it's fine. I just...I know it's silly, but...I just needed to hear your voice again...to make sure...you know? that this is all real."
I took the phone and sat down on the couch before answering, "I'm glad you called," I admitted, "I was feeling kind of down, kind of lonely. I...I was afraid you might not want to see me again."
"Why?" he said sounding upset, then in a quieter voice, "you meant it when you said I could come visit you...didn't you?"
"Of course I did, anytime...buddy, but I guess I was just worried that when you got home and started thinking about things you might change your mind."
"No way," he said quickly, "I wish I was there right now," he almost whispered, "I gotta be quiet cause my folks and my little brother are downstairs. Dinner will be ready soon and I'll have to go eat, but I just had to call you."
"I'm glad you did, you made my evening," I said sincerely, "you can call me anytime, okay?"
"Okay," he said, then there was a short silence before he spoke again, "I gotta go, sorry, my mom just called me to dinner. I'll call you again real soon, and I'll come by too. I'm just not sure when."
"Okay buddy, enjoy your dinner. Take care, I'll be thinking of you," I said, feeling near tears just from hearing his voice.
"Okay, gotta go...bye," he said softly, then there was a click and the phone went dead.
I held the phone in my hand a long time before replacing it in the cradle. He called, he actually called. And he wants to see me again, I thought happily. Even if all we did was talk on the phone, I'd feel blessed, but the prospect of his coming here, to my apartment, sent chills up and down my body.
I took a quick shower and ate a sandwich then piled into bed, a stack of my favorite records on the phonograph, and stretched out naked. I jerked off twice that night, thinking of Ricky's gorgeous sexy body, recounting what I'd done and how he'd reacted, and I swear I could almost smell his scent as I did so. I came hard both times and after cleaning up I was exhausted. I fell back into the pillow and I was asleep in minutes, sweet dreams of Ricky filling my head the whole night.
The next day was Saturday and always a busy one at the department store where I worked. As assistant manager I often opened and closed the store, especially on Saturdays, since the manager often took the day off or came in late. This particular Saturday the manager and his wife had taken off to see his son and daughter-in-law and new grand baby, and I would be in charge completely that day.
I arrived around 8:30 and got all the tills into the registers on both sides of the store, and by then the clerks began to arrive. There were two scheduled for each side of the store, plus a bookkeeper who worked the floor on the ladies' side of the store as well as watching the office.
I floated between the two sides, helping out where needed, and waited on customers on the men and boys' side as needed. It was a slow morning, but by 11 or so it had begun to pick up and I jumped in to help the two ladies handle the customers on that side of the store.
At 12, I sent one of the ladies to lunch and when she returned I sent the other. I always took a late lunch, and that day when it was my turn I walked over to my apartment and had a sandwich and just relaxed till time to go back. I thought about Ricky as I sat there, wondering when I'd hear from him again, and thinking how wonderful it would be if he actually came to visit.
Completely alone, total privacy, a warm soft bed to lay in. Just thinking about the possibilities caused me to get hard, and I considered jerking off before going back to work. I was rubbing myself through my slacks now as I thought about how nice it would be to have Ricky on top of me, inside me, and how happy I'd be to bring him that kind of pleasure.
I somehow managed to break away from my thoughts and head back to work, but it took a few minutes for my pecker to soften enough to rejoin my fellow employees on the sales floor. When I did however, I got the shock of my life.
At the register was Mrs. Williams, Ricky's mom, and by her side was Ricky's little brother Mikey.
"Oh here he is," Verlie, the clerk waiting on Mrs. Williams said with a big smile, "Mrs. Williams wanted to talk to you," she said looking curious (okay nosy).
"Hello," I said nervously, wondering if I should take off running and head to Mexico.
"Rob, I just wanted to thank you for what you did for Ricky. He just couldn't stop talking about how nice and helpful you were, how you stayed over to help him, and then brought him home. I've always thought you were a nice young man, now I think you're a saint. I will certainly put in a good word with your manager. I was going to do it today, but they told me he was visiting his grandson today. That's so wonderful."
"Oh, really...it was no big deal," I said blushing, "Ricky is a nice kid," I added, "and I didn't mind at all. I had to go out anyway, so I figured it was no big deal to take him home on the way."
"Well, you certainly went above and beyond to help Ricky out, and I just wanted to thank you in person. My whole family loves shopping here, and everyone here is always so friendly and courteous."
"Mom," Mikey whined, "can we go soon?"
"Well, almost everyone loves shopping here," she laughed, "this one is in a hurry to get to the movie theater. We just came in to get him some new jeans to replace the ones he ripped out climbing a fence."
"Well, I guess that's just what us boys do," I said smiling at Mikey who smiled back.
Up close it was easy to see that he and Ricky were brothers, they looked so much alike it could have been the same boy at two different ages. Mikey's body was similar to Ricky's as well, tight and compact, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was as well endowed as his older brother.
"Well, I won't keep you any longer," Mrs. Williams said, "I just wanted to make sure you knew that we really appreciate what you did for Ricky."
"It was my pleasure," I said, then thinking just how that sounded, I quickly added, "I mean it's how we're trained to do things here. The customer always comes first (and boy did he come hard) and I was happy to help out." Boy, was I happy, if only she knew.
"Well, it's just so refreshing to see a young person with such high principals, and I wanted you to know how much it meant to all of us."
Mikey rolled his eyes and I had to laugh, causing him to giggle. Mrs. Williams must've figured out what was going on and she quickly made her purchase, and with one last thank you, she said goodbye and I finally relaxed.
"Well, I think you made a new friend," Anna Mae, the other clerk teased.
"Well, I could do worse," I teased back, "but really, I don't know why everyone is making such a fuss over this. It was no big deal."
"I think it was very nice of you Rob," Verlie said, "and it's really good for business, I bet Mrs. Williams will tell everyone she knows just what a fine young man you are, and how they should shop here too."
"Ugh, I hope everyone who she sends in doesn't want to thank me personally," I laughed, "I think I need to hide in the back for a while."
"Oh, it will all blow over in a week or so," Anna Mae said, "just enjoy it while it lasts."
"Enjoy it?" I laughed, "I wish everyone would just forget it."
"So shy," she laughed, and then we got busy, and fortunately the subject didn't come up again that day.
The apartment
By closing time I was mentally and physically exhausted and ready for some time off. As I locked up, I thought about the previous day and I had to smile. I would relive that day over and over in my head for many years to come, until now when I finally put it all down in writing. It's been almost 50 years, but I can still see Ricky's face clearly in my mind as we came face to face for the first time.
After doing the bookwork and preparing the bank deposit, I let myself out the front door, locked up and took the deposit across the street to the night deposit at the bank. My apartment was on the back side of the bank, over a dentist's office, and was one of two apartments in the building.
At present the other apartment was unoccupied, but as cheap as the rent was, I didn't think it would be empty long. I checked the mailbox before going upstairs, then clumped up the wooden steps to the short landing above.
Fumbling with my keys, I managed to get the door unlocked and stepped inside. It was cold inside, since I didn't leave the gas stoves on while at work, so I quickly lit the one in the living room. There was a much smaller one in the bathroom, but unless I was bathing, the one heater in the living room provided enough heat for the entire apartment.
I threw the mail down on the dining table and went in to change out of my work clothes. I was required to wear slacks, a button up shirt and a tie at the store, and I couldn't wait to get out of them when I got home. Dressing in sweat pants and a tee, I headed in to fix myself some dinner.
I wondered where Ricky was. Did he hang with his school friends on the weekend, or spend time with his family? Maybe he and Mikey had gone to the movies together, and that made me wonder where Ricky had been while Mikey and Mrs. Williams were shopping today. Maybe he'd been with his dad. I had to admit I didn't really know anything about his family life, friends, or habits, but I hoped to change that, and soon.
I'd just finished my dinner and was rinsing the dishes before soaking them in the sink when I heard someone coming up the stairs. Whoever it was moved slowly, which ruled out my few friends who visited me, for they usually ran up the stairs making as much noise as possible. I walked to the front door and opened it slowly, wondering at first if maybe it was someone checking out the apartment, then he appeared at the top of the stairs and my heart lept with joy.
"Oh hi, I wasn't sure if this was the right place, I sorta forgot," Ricky said smiling.
"You found me," I said opening my arms for him, "well, come on in," I said when he didn't offer to move.
"Oh, yeah...sorry," he said finally moving my way.
"Hey, why so nervous?" I said once we were inside, "I'm not gonna attack you or anything," I teased.
"I know, I just...this is all kind of scary. I know that's dumb, but..."
"No, it's not dumb," I said directing him to the couch, "sit down and relax, okay? Would you like a Coke or a Mt Dew?"
"Mt Dew is fine," he said looking a little more relaxed now.
I grabbed us both a bottle and opened them, and when I returned to the living room Ricky looked up at me and gave me that killer smile of his, and I knew everything was going to be fine.
"I'm really glad you came," I said happily, "Oh, by the way, I saw your mom and little brother today."
He rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't know she'd do that. I just...I wanted them to like you, so I thought if I told them how nice you were..."
"You must've made me sound like a saint or something," I teased, "but, I guess it worked, at least with your mom."
"Mikey said you were cool too. He told me about you laughing at him when he rolled his eyes."
"Your little brother seems pretty cool himself. He reminds me of you. You guys look a lot alike."
"Yeah, we're pretty close. He asked me all about you when we were alone last night."
"Did you tell him I'm a pervert who molests little boys?" I joked.
"No," he said cuffing me in the arm, "You're not a pervert, and you didn't molest me. I wanted it."
"I know, but I am older..."
"So? That's a good thing if you ask me. You know stuff that I don't, and you can teach me."
"I just don't want you to think that you have to do stuff just to please me," I said from the heart.
"I know, but you want to do stuff too, right?"
"I want what you want," I said simply, "you get to decide, you can lead the way. I'm open to whatever you want. Most importantly, I don't want you to feel pressured in any way. I want you to be the one to decide what, and when, and how far we go."
"But, I'm gonna need some help, cause I don't know very much."
"You know your heart, and you know what you want. Think about it, you know all the things two boys can do, right?"
He nodded and blushed, and I scooted closer to him.
"You must've had...fantasies about what you wanted to do...with a boy, right?"
Again he nodded and I moved even closer.
"So, I'm here to help you fulfill those fantasies, those dreams. Anything you can dream up, I can help you do. And if there's anything you don't like, we won't do that. Simple enough?"
"But, that's not fair to you," he whined.
"How is that not fair?" I get to be with a cute, sexy boy, and make all his dreams come true. What could be better than that?"
"You really think I'm cute?"
"Oh my God, you are so cute it hurts. I'm surprised that every girl in school and half the boys aren't beating down your door to get a piece of you."
He chuckled, "Well, there are some girls that keep hitting on me..."
"I bet, and I bet there are just as many boys who wished they had the nerve to hit on you."
"You think so? I mean, you think there are other boys like me...in 10th grade?"
"In every grade," I laughed, "I always seemed to be able to find buddies to do stuff with as I was growing up. Only problem was, most of them eventually moved on to girls, whether they really wanted to or not."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, you know...their folks expected them to get married, have kids, that sort of stuff, and it was easier to just give in than to be themselves and say no."
"But not you?"
"Nah, I don't care what other people want. I may have to hide who I really am from most of them, but they won't change me. I'm who I was meant to be, who I was born to be. I'm gay and proud of it, and someday I'm gonna tell the whole world, and fuck them if they don't like it."
"Wow, I hope I can be that way someday."
"I know it's tough living at home, and I understand why you have to keep that part of you hidden, but not with me. With me you can be who you are, do what you want, and I will never judge you."
"Thanks," he said smiling, "can...can I kiss you?"
"Oh my God Ricky, you never have to ask that, you can kiss me anytime you want," I said leaning in to meet his lips.
This kiss was more heated, more passionate, toe curling, and erotic, and I was rock hard by the time we broke it.
"Wow, you been practicing?" I said breathlessly.
"Nah, it's just that it's easy kissing you...cause I like it so much."
"Yeah, I like it too," I whispered, "so...how long can you stay?" I asked in a husky voice.
He frowned, "I'm sorry, not long. I have to meet my family in a bit, but I just had to see you again."
"No problem, any time spent with you is wonderful. Do you have time for what we did yesterday?"
He seemed to be thinking about that for a moment, then he turned to me looking flushed and said, "What I really want is to...to see you, you know...naked," he said blushing.
"No problem," I chuckled, "I'm not nearly as hot as you, but I'm not ashamed of my body," I said stripping off my tee shirt to reveal my chest and flat stomach. I wasn't a body builder, but I had your typical teenage boy bod with just a little muscle and very little fat.
"Oh, you look hot to me," he said, his eyes taking in every square inch of my upper body.
"Seen enough, or shall I continue?" I teased.
"More, more," he laughed. He was starting to get me, and I was starting to get him, and it was a beautiful thing.
"Shall I do a striptease or just yank em' down?"
"Yank em' down," he said excitedly and I stood and did just that.
As I stood before him clad only in my Hanes white briefs, I could feel his eyes drilling into me, as if he were trying to see through the fabric.
"Now the underwear," he said softly.
"Okay, here goes," I said teasing him a little as I grabbed the elastic band and pushed them down a little, then pulled them back up, giving him just a glimpse of my pubes.
"Aw, come on..." he fussed, "let me," he said, surprising me as he reached over and grabbed the sides of my briefs and tugged on them.
I raised my arms in surrender and let him have his way, and suddenly my hard cock sprang into view as my briefs cleared it and I heard Ricky let out a little gasp.
"Wow, it's big," he said, his face only inches from my throbbing pecker.
"I'd say yours is just as long, mine's maybe a little fatter."
"And...you still have your skin," he said in awe, "Can I...can I touch it?"
"That's one more thing you don't ever have to ask about," I laughed, "it's all yours, just be gentle."
His hand felt warm, and he was shaking a little as he grasped my pecker and tugged the skin down, "Is this all right?" he asked looking up at me.
"Oh yeah, that's just fine," I said breathlessly, "just keep doing that, yeah...just like that," I whispered, doing a little shaking of my own.
"I want to...you know, but...I've never..."
"I know I said next time you could do that, but... ," I said laying my hands on his shoulders, "we can wait if you like, since you don't have much time."
He seemed a little relieved, but he didn't stop doing what he was doing, and it felt really good.
"Can I...you know, make you come like this?"
I nodded, "Okay, but let me set down or I might fall down when I do," I panted, "your hand feels really good."
"Okay," he said releasing his hold long enough for me to sit down. He dropped to his knees between my legs, and for a moment I thought he might have changed his mind about blowing me, but instead he grabbed onto my dick again and picked up where he'd left off.
The feeling was hard to describe, his hand was soft and warm, and he seemed to know just what to do to bring me pleasure. I'd probably jacked off a thousand times since I'd learned how at age 7, but nothing I ever did for myself ever came close to this. I felt my balls begin to pull up a little and a tingle started in my gut and flowed into my dick, and I knew I was close.
"Uh, here it comes," I panted, and he sped up his movements as his other hand reached down and cupped my nuts.
That was all it took to push me over the edge, and I cried out as the first volley of hot cum shot out, traveling almost straight up before splashing back down on his hand and my pubes. He continued to pump my hard aching dick as the next shot was fired, this one much weaker as it hit my chest and ran down to my stomach, pooling in my belly button. The third shot didn't have much force at all and barely cleared his hand before coming back down, adding more spunk to it.
"You can stop now," I gasped, "it's kind of sensitive after I come," I panted, "but that was great."
"Oh sorry," he said pulling his hand back and looking at it, then me.
"What a mess," I laughed, "Here," I said picking up my discarded tee shirt and handing it to him, "you can wipe off with this, then wash your hands in the bathroom. I don't want you meeting your folks with my cum all over your hands."
He wiped off his hand, then surprised me by cleaning off my chest and stomach before very carefully wiping off my slowly deflating dick and balls. He was very gentle, almost reverent as he cleaned me up, and I couldn't resist leaning in to kiss him.
"Thank you," I whispered, "that was so good."
"I still want to do the other thing, next time," he said standing, then he walked to the bathroom and I heard water running as he washed up. Next, I heard pee hitting the toilet and then more hand washing and soon he returned with a wet washcloth in hand.
This time he left me to do the cleanup as he stood looking down at me, "I really need to go," he said sounding torn. I don't know when I can come back, but I'll call you, okay?"
"Yes," I said, as I finished cleaning up and stood. I felt a little awkward now, standing there naked, my spend dick drooping against my balls, my intense orgasm still reverberating through my body.
Apparently he didn't feel an awkwardness at all, because next he moved in and kissed me, standing on tip toes to mash his lips against mine. I grabbed him and held him tight as we kissed, then he finally pulled away and I felt like crying.
"I gotta go," he said sounding as sad as I felt, "but I'll see ya, okay, and I'll call ya."
"Yeah," I said walking him to the door, "I can't wait to see you again," I said sincerely, "you're starting to grow on me you know?"
"Like a fungus?" he laughed.
"No, like a beautiful flower," I said giving him a peck on the cheek, "be careful and have fun."
"I will. Uh...Rob, thanks...again," he said blushing.
"No, thank you," I said grinning, "I'm gonna sleep like a baby tonight."
"Yeah? After you jack off six times," he giggled.
"Probably," I laughed, "and you'll do it 8 times."
"Maybe," he said grinning, "and I know what I'll be thinking about."
"Me?" I joked.
"You, and what you did to me yesterday," he said smiling.
"I wish..."
"I know, me too, but I really have to go. I'm late already."
"Then go," I said opening the door and slapping his rear, "I don't want you getting into trouble over me, go and meet your folks and I'll see you soon."
"Okay meanie," he pouted, then he gave me that smile that would have looked right at home on an angel, "one last kiss..."
I leaned in and kissed him, then he hurried out the door without looking back. I leaned out the door and caught a glimpse of his tail end as he hurried down the stairs, making as much noise as a heard of elephants, and I smiled contentedly.
He came, I thought to my self, "He came?" I shouted to the room, "He really came to visit me, and I'm in love," I proclaimed to the walls.
Then I stopped dead in my tracks as the impact of that simple little statement washed over me. Was I, in love? or was I simply horny, and infatuated with this beautiful young God-like boy? No, I decided, this was the real deal. I was in love, totally in love. The only question was, did he feel the same? And if he did, how could this possibly work? He was 15, I was 18, an adult by all accounts, and we were two guys on top of that. If Ricky had been a girl, no one would give it a second thought, I mused angrily, but let two guys declare their love, at any age, and everyone is ready to hang them. Well, I realized, I'd be the one they wanted to hang. They'd naturally assume that I, being the older one, was the degenerate, and that I alone should be punished. I sighed, boy talk about a mood killer, why did people have to be so...so unreasonable? Why couldn't they just let us be who we were and love who we wanted?
Standing naked in my living room I suddenly decided that I didn't give a damn what the world thought. I was god-damned gonna be who I wanted to be, and fuck them. I'd love who I wanted and have dirty, nasty, man-sex every chance I got. Okay, so maybe I couldn't exactly shout it from the roof tops or go around doing it in public, but I wouldn't let that stop me, and I was going to love Ricky for as long as he'd have me.
I decided to take a shower, but afterwards I didn't even bother to get dressed. Being naked felt good, liberating actually, and a bit naughty. I tried to watch TV, but in 1970, TV sucked. There were 3 channels, and no cable TV, and most TV's, like mine, were black and white. Maybe that's why I preferred reading and listening to music. I read voraciously, and I had quite a collection of record albums and a nice stereo system.
The stereo system was in the bedroom, but I had extension speakers in the living room as well, and once I put a stack of records on I had several hours of music available. I was 18, and though legally a man, I still wasn't old enough to buy alcohol, but I had friends who were, and I had quite a collection in the cabinet by the sink.
I felt the need for a little something to dull my senses that night, and I found a bottle of vodka and fixed a tall glass of vodka and 7up. I like to snack when I drink and I found a bag of chips and piled down on the couch and listened to music while I munched chips and sipped on the strong drink.
I had a lot of time to think that night as I gota buzz going on. I seemed to do my best thinking while intoxicated, and I decided right then and there that I was going to do everything in my power to make Ricky happy and to be with him as long as he'd allow it. We'd have to be careful and secretive, but then that was how most of my life went already.
When I thought about all the guys I'd been with the last couple of years, and how I'd kept that part of my life separate and hidden, I realized that this would be no different. I could be as straight acting as the next guy in public, or in the midst of my family and friends, so this would be a piece of cake.
I was about to fix myself another drink when, as that line in the night before Christmas goes, there arose such a clatter, this time on my stairs. That sounded like one of my friends, and I quickly slipped on my discarded sweat pants, but my tee was too cummy to wear. I'd grab something else to wear once I found out who it was.
"When I opened the door I was surprised to find not one of my friends, but Ricky standing there grinning like a possum.
"What are you doing here?" I said grinning back, "are you lost little boy?" I teased.
"Yes sir, could I come in?" he giggled, "I think someone was chasing me."
"Well sure, come on in, but seriously what are you doing here so late?"
"I was at the movies with my friend Russell, and after it let out he got with some older kids and left me to walk home alone."
"What a jerk," I said shaking my head, "So, do you need a ride?"
"In a little while maybe, but I was wondering..."
"What?" I said acting dumb.
"You know, don't make me say it..."
"I'm sorry, I don't have a clue what you mean," I said trying to look serious.
"Jerk, he said pushing me playfully.
I stumbled a little due to the vodka, but I was able to land on the couch, giggling as I hit.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said looking stricken, then he added, "Hey! Are you drunk?"
"A little," I giggled, "sit down with me," I said patting the spot next to me.
He plopped down so close our thighs were touching and I snaked an arm around him, "Mmm...this is nice."
"You shouldn't drive," he said giving me a critical look.
"I know," I frowned, "and I'd never drive drunk with you in the car."
"So, I'm gonna have to walk home," he said looking thoughtful, "so, I need to leave here a little earlier."
Now I felt bad, if I hadn't been drinking he could have stayed longer, was that what I was hearing.
"What time do you have to be home?"
"Eleven," he said grinning.
"Oh," I said perking up, "it was just after 9:30, we had at least an hour, "then we better not waste any time, get naked," I teased.
"Really, you want me too?" he said grinning.
"Come on, I'd like to show you my bedroom," I said standing and offering my hand to help him up.
I didn't bother to switch on the light, there was plenty of light coming from the living room through the open door, enough light to see his body as I unwrapped my treasure, and moments later we were both naked and in bed. We lay there side by side facing one another as we kissed, our hard peckers pressing together, and sending little electric charges all through our bodies.
"Mmm," I mumbled as I came up for air, "I want to suck you?"
"Okay, but I want to do that to you too..."
"We can both do it, at the same time," I said, getting a wicked idea.
"What do you mean?" he said looking confused.
"It's called a 69," I said, "hold on, I'll show you," I said flipping over and swapping ends of the bed.
"Oh," he said, catching on immediately, "cool."
It took a minute to get perfectly aligned, but when we did I reached back and began stroking his cute butt as I licked and sucked his balls and taint as far as I could reach. I could smell his sexy teenage aroma and a scent that was new, his butt, I decided and that drove me to a heated fury. I swallowed his cock down in one gulp and he cried out from the other end of the bed where he'd been toying with my cock.
He hesitated only a second before he put his tongue into play, and it was my turn to cry out as he began licking my cock up and down, just as I had his that evening in the stock room. He'd pulled the foreskin back, and apparently he liked the scent and flavor there for his licking became more animated and I heard him smacking his lips a few times.
It was hard to tell which I enjoyed more, sucking his delicious boy stick, or having him working on mine, but I like to think that my own pleasure took a back seat to his. I had very little gag reflex by this time in my dick sucking career, and when I took him into my throat I felt and heard him cry out around my dick.
I grinned, knowing just how good that felt to a guy, and continued to deep throat him for several minutes before going back to working his head and shaft with my tongue and lips. He mimicked my movements with his lips and tongue, but when he tried to swallow my cock he wound up gagging and coughing.
He recovered quickly and went back to what he was comfortable with, which was plenty as far as I was concerned. I knew from experience you didn't have to take all of a dick into your mouth to pleasure it. I could make a guy come just from licking that sensitive spot just under the head, but I loved the effect swallowing had on my partner.
I feared Ricky would come too soon and then lose interest in my dick, but as it turned out, it was me who rushed toward orgasm first.
"Uh, buddy, I'm gonna come...you might want to back off..." I grunted, but apparently he wasn't worried about getting a mouthful of sperm, because instead of backing off he began to suck harder and faster.
"Uh...uh...uh," I grunted around his dick as I continued to work it with frenzy even as he brought me closer and closer to release.
Then with one last grunt I stiffened and my balls felt like they were exploding as I unloaded into Ricky's hot wet mouth. I heard him gag a little, but he never gave up, and he finally managed to get it under control and swallow all of it down.
I was surprised that he swallowed, a lot of guys spit their first time, but those of us like me that truly love sucking, think of the cum as the reward for our efforts. If this wasn't an endorsement that Ricky was like me, I didn't know what else it was. Sure, maybe he just felt obligated to swallow, but I doubted it, in fact he seemed to be enjoying himself almost as much as I was.
Speaking of enjoying myself, now that I was spent and Ricky had released his hold on my dick I spun around and pushed him onto his back and dived into his crotch with renewed enthusiasm. In seconds I had him moaning and thrusting as he ran his fingers through my hair and guided me along, headed toward his own orgasm.
I reached beneath him, cupping his butt and lifting him from the bed as I took all of his dick into my hungry, greedy mouth. His ass felt hot and smooth in my hands and I was lost in his taste, his scent, his feel as I continued.
Soon he began to thrust harder as little syncopated pants came from his lips, and suddenly he stiffened and cried out, as his toes curled and he began to unload. And unload he did. He came hard and he came a lot, more than I'd thought possible, a testament to my skill or his youth, I didn't know.
He came and came, before finally going limp on me, as I greedily gobbled down every drop of his tasty teenage spunk. I can't even begin to describe how good he tasted, spicy, yet sweet, warm and the consistency of honey diluted with melted butter, but twice as tasty. I swear I could have lived on that wonderful tasty nectar, if only he could produce enough.
Once he had settled down, I released his dick and licked up what little cum had escaped my mouth, causing him to squirm a little.
"Sensitive?" I chuckled.
"Not really, it feels good," he said. Encouraged by his words, I began licking the head of his cock all over, tasting his sweet salty flavor and causing more squirming, "want me to stop?"
"Nooo.." he moaned, then he muttered the words I loved to hear a guy say above all others, "I can go again."
"Yess..." I hissed, but this time I wanted him inside me at the other end, "want to fuck me?" I said, the words causing both our dicks to jump in anticipation.
"Uh, are you sure?" he said, but I could tell he was interested, very interested.
"Shut up," I teased, "of course I'm sure. My asshole is itching for you. Hold on, I have some Vaseline in the bathroom, we're gonna need it cause it's been awhile."
I was glad I'd showered earlier and I'd took a dump earlier in the day, so I figured I was fairly clean back there. I'd yet to learn about enemas and such at that age, but then a little shit didn't freak us out back then either. Sometimes anal sex was messy, but shit washed off, and it was worth getting a little dirty to get your rocks off that way.
When I returned Ricky's dick was standing up proudly from his slender body and I fell down and gave it a good licking up and down to get him ready for what came next.
"Okay, I think for your first time, we'll do it with me face down and you on top. Is that something you've fantasized about?"
"I guess, but I always thought about doing it standing up I guess. Probably cause I figured my first time wouldn't be in a bedroom where it was private like this."
"Trust me, you'll like this better. Okay, I'm going to lube up my butthole a little, then we'll put some slickem on your dick."
I laid back on the bed, raising my legs so I could get at my hole as I worked a glob of Vaseline into my hole. I was fairly loose from fingering myself sometimes when I jerked off, and I'd even used a toy rocket I had as a dildo a few times. It was one toy left over from my childhood that had survived my move to my own apartment, for that very reason.
I slicked up Ricky's dick, then making sure it was good and coated, then rolled onto my tummy, placing a pillow with a towel over it under my middle. After all, I didn't want to get any cum or grease on my pillow.
"Okay, you know what to do, right?" I asked, looking back at Ricky who knelt behind me, his greased up dick pointing straight at my ass.
"I think so," he said scooting closer, "do I just stick it in or what?"
"Only if you want to hear me scream," I chuckled, "you have to take it slow, work the head in first, then wait till I adjust to it, then push a little more in, wait, and then push some more in till it's all inside, got it?"
"Yeah, okay, tell me if it hurts," he said nervously.
"Don't worry, I'll squeal like a pig if you hurt me," I joked.
"Stop it," he said slapping me on the butt, "I'm nervous enough."
"Relax, you are going to love this," I said reaching back to spread my cheeks so he could see his target better.
"Oh," he hissed, "it's pretty," he said causing me to chuckle.
"Is that the first butthole you've ever seen?"
"Uh, yeah...I guess. How can I fit in there?"
"Don't worry, it stretches. Just take it slow and you'll be fine."
He sighed heavily, and on shaky legs he crawled a bit closer and aimed his dick head at my hole. At first he just rubbed it across the wrinkly tacky hole, then he repositioned himself and began trying to force the head inside. He pushed hard, but his rubbery dickhead just glanced off my resisting pucker and slid up my crack.
"Sorry," I said, "you may have to use your fingers first, to loosen it up."
"Uh, like this?" he said, surprising me by inserting his index finger in my bum hole.
"Oh, yeah! Like that," I squeaked, "Yeah, work it around and around like that, and when you feel it open up some, add another finger."
From the way Ricky was fingering my ass, I figured he must've had some experience with fingering his own ass. I mean, I'd been fingering my ass since I was ten or twelve, and I figured a lot of boys found that part of their body interesting as well.
Soon Ricky had two fingers inside me and I was opening up nicely. By the time he got to three fingers I was confident I was ready for the real thing. I knew we didn't have much time till Ricky had to go, and I wanted this as much if not more than him.
"Okay, time to do this," I said then, "get that dick in there while I'm still opened up."
This time it didn't take much effort at all to get the head to pop through my anal ring, and inch by inch he advanced until he was balls deep in my ass. It felt good, much better than any time I'd ever been fucked, and I attributed that to the fact that it was Ricky who was fucking me this time. Everything about Ricky was special, and the way he went about making love to me was no exception.
Some guys just grunt and thrust when they fuck for the first time, but not Ricky. From the beginning he made me feel like I was as much a part of the act as he was. Grabbing my waist gently he held me tightly as he sawed in and out of my tight hot hole, his breath coming in ragged pants as he experienced his first ever coupling with a man.
"Oh, oh..." he moaned as he approached his orgasm, much sooner than I'd hoped. But after all, this was his first time fucking, and even though he'd already come earlier, he was young, and it would take time to learn control.
Seconds later I felt him stiffen as he pushed in deep and began to unload. I would like to say I felt his hot sticky load inside me, but all I could feel was his dick expanding and contracting as it expelled what little cum he's built up since his last release.
He collapsed onto my back and I felt his full body weight on me, his hot smooth skin against mine, and I never wanted that moment to end. He nuzzled my neck, and I thought to myself what a little sweetheart he was. For his age he was very passionate. Whether that was a gay thing, or just the way he'd been taught I didn't know. Perhaps his family was very close and physical, perhaps he and Mikey were closer than most brothers. I knew brothers sometimes fooled around, as did cousins, because I'd had plenty of encounters with the latter.
"That...was...amazing," he panted, "but I came too quick, sorry..."
"It's fine, that was your first time, you'll learn to pace yourself, besides we don't have time for a long fuck this time," I chuckled.
"Oh, right," he said raising up and glancing over at my bedside clock, "Shit, I need to go."
"Not before you shower," I insisted, "No way am I sending you home smelling like ass and sex."
"Oh, I never thought of that," he said sitting up on the edge of the bed, "I got kind of dirty down there," he said inspecting his softening dick.
"All the more reason to shower. In fact, why don't we shower together? I can make sure you get squeaky clean," I said crawling out of bed.
I led him to the bathroom and turned on the shower, and when the water was just right I stepped in and pulled him after me. It was impossible to keep my hands off Ricky's sexy body, but I did manage to get him washed up without ravaging him completely. He returned the favor, gently washing my back and butt and finally my slick leaking hole.
"Does it hurt very much?" he asked as he gently ran his soapy fingers across my bum hole.
"Not at all, in fact I've never had it feel as good as it did when you were inside me. I think...I think we fit together just right."
"Really? Cause it felt so good, better than anything I ever felt," he said dreamily.
"I can't wait till the next time," I said sincerely, "and next time we'll try another position."
"Okay, and...I want you to do it to me too."
"Well, we'll talk about that for sure, but I don't think you're quite ready for that."
"Why, I've...I mean...I...never mind."
"I think I know, but we'll discuss it next time, okay? Right now we need to get you dried off and home safely."
"Yeah, it's a long walk."
"You're not walking. I'm sober now and I'll drive you."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. If I wasn't, I would never take a chance on driving with you in the car. I'm fine now, you sobered me up. If you'd come thirty minutes later I'd have had that second drink and been beyond help, but you arrived just in time."
We dried off and got dressed and I drove him the short distance to his house, but this time he had me drop him off at the end of the block. I didn't ask why, I understood, but it still hurt me a little to know we had to hide our relationship. This time, under the cover of darkness he did kiss me goodbye, a quick peck on the cheek, and I felt some better as I watched him walk away.
I sat there a few minutes, then drove home, feeling a ton of mixed feelings, but happiness and hope rose to the top, and by the time I laid down to sleep I was smiling again.
End Chapter 2
1-2-2021
I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.
Other stories by Kewl Dad
* Denotes Series, rest are short stories
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Dougie's Story #Part 3 of a series
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My Best Friend's Dad *Related story to My Son's Best Friends
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My Little Runaway #Part 1 of a series
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My Son's Best Friends *Related series to My Best Friend's Dad
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Tommy Boy #Part two of a series
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It's Amazing What Sex Can do for a Guy (as smoothoperator52)