Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2012 01:20:55 +1100 From: Philip Whitney Subject: A Short Break Break from Football - Part Two A Short Break from Football - part Two My head was still swirling around with the euphoria of my first ever sexual adventure with Timmy. We continued kicking the ball around and actually worked up a sweat, but I swear Timmy had a smirk on his face the whole time and whenever we challenged each other for the ball, there was something more intimate about it. I wanted so badly for the time to rush by until it was time to climb into bed with my new found boy friend, sorry my bestie, Timmy. Did I really think of him now as my boy friend? Did my heart skip a beat every time I looked at him? Did the vision of the most beautiful dick in the world keep flashing through my mind? Did I want to spend the rest of my life with him? The answer to all these questions that kept floating around in my head was 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' I looked at the outside clock and there was still a whole hour until my rents got home. Time seemed to be going backwards. "Need a piss," Timmy yelled as I ran down the garden to retrieve a missed pass. When I turned Timmy had already disappeared behind the shed. I kicked the ball back up the garden and raced behind the shed, hoping to glimpse once again the treasure hanging between Timmy's legs. The glimpse was never in doubt. As I turned round the corner of the shed Timmy had his back to me and his shorts and underwear were down around his knees. He was showing off two beautifully rounded bum cheeks. I wanted so badly to get on my knees and bury my face between those globes, to smell the smell of Timmy, to taste the taste of Timmy, to relive the euphoria of an hour ago. As he heard me approach Timmy turned and once again I was enthralled by the site of Timmy's long foreskin hanging off the end of his semi hard dick. "Hey, lover boy!" he yelled " have you ever tasted piss?" I shook my head NO as I approached with my eyes firmly centred on that stream of golden nectar. He squeezed his partly swollen shaft to stop the flow and indicated for me to kneel before him. Firstly having completely lost any inhibitions I ever had, I removed both my shorts and undies and then knelt down so my face was inches away from the object of my desires. Timmy's ginger pubes were glistening with his sweat. His dick, which was pretty chubbed up was pointed straight at my mouth, the foreskin all wrinkled, tight and long. There was a drop of his piss sitting patiently at the puckered opening, waiting for the stream to begin once again. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue tentatively forward. Timmy placed the tip of his foreskin on the end of my tongue, releasing the drop of his golden nectar which slowly trickled into my mouth and down my throat. It wasn't as hot as I had expected, but definitely had a salty taste. I thought that was it, so I closed my lips around the end of his dick and gently chewed the wrinkled length of skin. Without any notice Timmy suddenly released the pressure on his shaft and a hot stream of salty golden fluid burst through my teeth, filling my mouth and forcing its way into my throat. I coughed and choked and brought my hands up to push him away. His foreskin, now released from my teeth, continued to spew out its contents all over my face. The force of my push made Timmy step backwards, but the restriction of his shorts and undies around his knees caused him to fall over sending an arc of golden piss sailing through the air only to land all over his face and eventually stopped, leaving a pool of piss around his belly button, where earlier there had been cum. I crawled on my knees towards him and leaning down lapped up the fluid like a dog at his drinking bowl. Then I continued forward and lay on top of him. Timmy opened his mouth to speak just as a drop of his piss slowly dripped off the end of my nose. It landed at the back of his throat, causing him to swallow. I pressed my lips to his and he responded forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. My dick was rock hard and I felt Timmy's dick twitch underneath me. We kissed like this for some time until Timmy whispered that he wanted to sixty nine. I twisted around so that my dick was just above his face. Timmy grabbed my bum cheeks and pulled me down to his mouth before deep throating me in one attempt. For a while I held back from his dick so that I could admire its beauty. His amazing foreskin was still puckered at the tip even though his dick was as hard as a rock. I grasped his shaft with one hand while supporting myself with the other. Slipping back the skin I exposed his moistened knob and slowly lowered my mouth to cover it. There was a strong taste of his piss, but I didn't find it objectionable. With the knob deep in my mouth I swirled my tongue around and kept swallowing until I could no longer taste the piss. I then began to suck in earnest moving my mouth up and down his length. Each time he touched the back of my throat I fought hard to stop the gag reflex. Eventually by breathing out of my nose I sucked in deeply and Timmy's knob started to massage my throat. As the intense feelings started to build up inside me, I felt Timmy quicken his thrusts. He must have been as close as I was. Suddenly my dick spasmed and shot spurt after spurt of cum deep into Timmy's throat. At the same time Timmy rammed his dick deep into my throat cutting off my breathing. His hot creamy offering shot straight down my throat about six or seven times. I was almost choking and couldn't swallow fast enough. I gagged and coughed and suddenly Timmy's cum started dripping out of my nose. I collapsed on top of Timmy completely exhausted. My face was laying across Timmy's dick and his smell was amazing. The smell of cum, piss, sweat and that musky scent from between his balls and his thighs, all mixed together was almost too much to bear. I rolled sideways off him onto the ground. We stood together grinning. "Fuck me sideways, Timmy. That was awesome!" "May be later!" he responded with a laugh. Hoped you liked part two. Please correspond with me, your emails make it all worth whilePhilip