Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2023 21:50:17 +0000
From: planetcaladan@pm.me
Subject: Finding a True Friend - Part 11

Finding A True Friend: The Journey of a Lonely Boy

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This is the story of a boy entering puberty and his sexual awakening.  How
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End of Part 10:

"I'm gonna go, I think. I'm drained. Looks like I'm gonna need a day or two
to get back my strength." Don said sheepishly. "I'll call you later in the
week."

I noticed the disappointment in his face, I understood though. I was
actually quite exhausted myself from our sex play that afternoon.

"Okay buddy, sounds good to me. I had a really good time with you today." I
told him.

"Me too, Al. Me too!" He replied as he headed for the front door.

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Part 11:

The next several days were rather boring for me. Jim and Don were both busy
with personal stuff they were doing and I was bored shitless.  One
afternoon when I was outside mowing the lawn, I saw a moving truck parked
across the street, opposite our house.  I saw four men in coveralls moving
furniture, boxes and other items into the house.  It had been empty for
several months and I had forgotten about it, with everything else that had
been going on in my personal life, vacation, swim team and so on.  There
was a lot of furniture and boxes!  I remember mom telling me that the other
people who used to live there had to move away because the wife's mother
had died and the family moved back to her hometown to help with her father,
who was in poor health.  I don't remember much about the kids; except they
were in college and one in the Air Force.

The next day I saw a nearly new Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser pull in to the
driveway at the house. They were cool looking station wagons, with glass
viewing ports along the sides of the roof of the car. I like cars, they're
fascinating to me. I saw a man and woman get out of the front seat and the
other doors opened up, two boys and girl got out too. The girl looked to be
about 10 years old or so. One of the boys looked like he was maybe in high
school, he was tall with black hair and glasses. The other boy appeared to
be my age, about 13 or so.  He stood a little taller than me. He was very
slender, yet not skinny nor was he muscular. He glanced my way and waved at
me, I waved back. His dad said something to him, he turned and went into
the house carrying a couple of suitcases.  His sister looked at me and
stuck her tongue out, then giggled and skipped away to their front door.
The older boy looked at me, shrugged his shoulders after seeing what his
sister did.  He waved at me too.  The mother glanced my direction, she
smiled and the got distracted by her precocious daughter.

I went about my business finishing the lawn, and sweeping the sidewalk.  I
went inside and sat down to watch some TV for a while until mom got
home. When she came in, she went to the kitchen and asked for some help
with the groceries from the car.

"Al, I see some people bought the house across the street. Have you met
them yet?" She asked.

"Naw, I was doing the lawn when they drove up. They seem like nice people
except the little girl stuck her tongue out at me! There are two boys in
the family and one looks to be about my age." I replied.

Mom chuckled, "Well, looks like you may have a new friend." She then poked
me in the ribs.

"Uh... I don't think so."

"Well, why don't we go over after supper and introduce ourselves? I can
bake some chocolate chip cookies.  Does that sound okay with you?"

"Sure, I guess.  As long as you save some of the cookies for us!"

"Silly boy, you know I will, except the milk bill goes up around here when
I make since you drink so much it with them.  Now go watch some TV while I
get supper ready." She told me smiling.

I went and plopped down in front the TV and watched some rerun on the local
channel. After about an hour or so, mom called me to come eat.  She had
made pork chops, new potatoes with butter, broccoli, and a tossed
salad. Damn! Mom is great cook! That is one of the reasons I love her so
much, that and other things too.

Around 7 o'clock we went across the street to meet the new neighbors. She
had a Tupperware container filled with her famous Chocolate Chip and Pecan
cookies. Thank goodness, she baked enough for us to have for the rest of
the week. When we rang the doorbell, a lady dressed in a maroon prairie
dress answered the door.

"Hi there! We're your neighbors from across the street. Al here, my son,
told me you folks moved in today. So, I thought I would bring some cookies
to help with snack, if that helps." Mom greeted the woman, smiling broadly.

"Oh my! That is so nice of you! Please come in. I'm Stella, Stella
Johnson." She replied greeting us warmly while holding the door open.

We stepped in and the bratty girl from earlier came bounding down the
stairs, two at a time. She saw me and smiled, then she stuck her tongue out
at me again. I smiled.

"April! You quit that, what is with you these days?" Her mother admonished
her. "I'm sorry about that, she's gotten into this thing of sticking her
tongue out at strangers lately. Her father and I are at about our wits end
with it!"

"I'm sure she'll grow out of it." Mom replied.

A minute later the boy I had seen earlier came in from back of the
house. He saw me and smiled. I got a closer look at him and he was cute,
with the dark hair and brown eyes. His slender body fit him well. He
stepped toward me and reached to shake my hand.

"Hi! I'm Steve." He said. His handshake was firm and warm.

"I'm Al. Nice to meet you." I replied.

His mom introduced herself, her name is Marie. A bit later the father came
up from the basement. He greeted us warmly.

"Hi there! I'm John. We're glad to meet you folks. We saw your son earlier
today when we arrived at the house. We just moved here from Chicago. I am
the new manager at the John Deere outlet here out on the highway. My lovely
wife Marie here will be working part-time at the city library. I see you
met Steve and Alice. She's a little precocious these days, but I'm sure
that'll wear off... soon I hope."

My mom and the two parents went off to the kitchen and left Steve, Alice
and myself in the living room, where boxes were stacked still
unopened. Alice ran off upstairs giggling all the way. Steve looked at me
and smiled.

"Hey Steve, was that your older brother I saw earlier?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's Dennis. He's a senior in high school. He's upstairs too,
checking out his room. My room is going to be in the basement. It's pretty
cool. It's big with carpeting and there is even a bathroom with a shower
too."

"That's cool man! You won't have to mess going upstairs to another
bathroom." I replied.

"Yeah... I like it. Dad is fixin' up the room with some paint and repairing
the bookcase."

"Hey Steve, would you like to come over sometime? We could play cards,
listen to my rock albums or whatever?" I asked.

"Sure man, sounds cool to me. I am glad I got to meet you, you're
friendly."

"Well, come over anytime. You're always welcome. Oh, by the way, my mom is
a nurse at the hospital and works mostly afternoons and evenings so I have
a lot of time to myself. I would like the company." I told him.

We shared a look, and his eyes locked onto mine. We smiled and I felt a
warm rush flow through me. It was like he sensed something about me. I felt
the same about him too, like he was curious about me or something. We
chatted for about an hour, football, sports, me being a competitive
swimmer, and such. Mom and I then left for home.

The next day I was bored, I found a book my mom had about the male
anatomy. It was entitled: Human Anatomy - The Male.  I was fascinated by
it, especially the parts about my sex organs. I learned that my cock head
is actually called the `glans', and my ball sack, the `scrotum'. That the
piss slit is the `meatus' and the prostate gland supplies the fluid which
is squirted out, or what is called `ejaculation', I called it cumming. That
the edge around the glans is called the `corona'. I thought my corona
looked nice actually.

Reading these terms and such and looking at the book, even though it is
rather scientific and dry, I became horny. (I had just recently learned
that word from Don, by the way.) My dick was gonna bust out of my jeans it
was so hard. I went upstairs and stripped down. I went to look at my teen
body in the full-length mirror that was on the closet door. Man... I
thought I looked quite sexy. Broad square shoulders tapering down to a
slender waist. My cock was standing at full erection, curving up hard with
the glans (hehe) fully engorged all reddish purple swollen with blood. The
shaft was throbbing in rhythm with my pulse, bobbing about slightly in the
air. A drop of fluid appeared at the meatus, growing bigger and then
dribbling down the glans. I took my finger and slicked up the glans, it
felt so good. I also rubbed some on the sensitive spot underneath, the
frenum as the book called it, where the V of the glans met the tender
sensitive skin. I shuddered a bit as my cock was straining, pulsing with
excitement. I began to slowly stroke it using my thumb and forefinger. Ah
man, it feels so good to jack off. I love my cock and all the pleasure it
gives me. More of the fluid began to ooze out and helped to slicken my cock
more. I watched myself in the mirror, pleasuring my cock, watching it turn
a deeper red on the glans, which was all shiny and slick.  I started
gyrating my hips in a sexy manner while I continued jacking my cock. I
looked so sexy watching me undulate. Spreading my legs, I took my other
hand and grasped my scrotum tightly, squeezing it near where it met my
dick, my balls held snuggly together. I was starting my orgasm and I could
feel my balls pulling up as I squeezed my sack. Some cum dribbled out and
then I came hard, my cum shot out and hit the mirror with several large
gobs. The cum slowly started running down the glass as my orgasm
subsided. I was out of breath and I watched my satiated cock deflate
slowly, it throbbed and pulsed slowly as it softened finally resting on top
of my balls. I went to lay on the bed and I closed my eyes. I thought that
maybe Steve would like to have some good times with me, I know I did! I
think I will act as if I have never done anything with another boy, to see
how he acts.  To me, he is mysterious and sexy at the same time.

A few days later, Steve came over and asked if I wanted to see his bedroom
he had in the basement. He told me it was really cool looking.

"Al, my dad and I just finished fixin' up my bedroom downstairs. It's
really cool man. Ya wanna come over and check it out?" Steve asked.

"Yeah sure, right now?"

"Yeah, my folks are gone for a few hours with Alice and my brother went to
the movies."

So, we went over to his house. I followed him down the stairs and I could
smell fresh paint. His room was big, about twenty feet long and fourteen
feet wide.  The back wall had a door to the bathroom. There was a big
shower in there about four feet by four feet, enough room for two
people. He had a big queen size bed toward one wall and lots of posters of
the Chicago Bears football team and rock bands too. On the other wall was a
stereo record player with a fold-down turntable. It looked like he had
about maybe forty albums or so, about three times as many as I had. His
closet was two mirrored doors that slid past the other, maybe the total
width about five feet or so. There were two chairs and a padded loveseat
too.

"So, wadda ya think Al? Pretty cool huh?" He asked as he checked me out
from head to toe.

"It's really nice Steve. Your folks must have a lot of money."

"Naw, not really. A lot of this is from my grandma who died last year,
except for the stereo. The mirrored closet doors were already here. Dad did
a lot of painting and him and I enlarged the shower. He likes to remodel
stuff in his spare time, sort of a hobby with him." Steve explained.

"Still, it's pretty cool having your own private bathroom." I replied.

"Yeah, my parents thought since this house had enough rooms in it, my
brother and I could have separate bedrooms. Plus, I have more privacy
too. Hey check this out... the other day I was tearing out a wall in the
old bathroom and I found these magazines." He told me as he went to his
closet and pulled out a stack of about twenty magazines. I could see there
were some Playboys on the top.

Steve then started laying them out on the coffee table, besides the
Playboys, there were just plain `girlie' magazines showing naked ladies
nude. They were posing, showing their big tits and hairy pussies. (I
thought the pussies looked kinda gross to me.) Near the bottom of the stack
there were some naked men magazines. These were different than the ones I
had seen when Joey and I were in that old shed in Missouri. These showed
men totally nude with their dicks hard in various poses. Very muscular men,
like jocks or weightlifters.

"Ya wanna look through them with me?" he asked.

Not wanting to appear prudish, I said "Sure, why not?"

We began thumbing through them, at first, we just looked at the Playboys
and a few of the `girlie' mags. Then Steve picked up on of the men's
magazines and started thumbing through it.

"Wow Al! Look at how big this guy's dick is! Must be eight inches long and
it is so big around too!" He said as he showed me the photos.

"Yeah... "I gulped nervously. I had never seen a dick that big before, but
it excited me at the same time. I could feel my own cock began to stiffen.

"Look, here's another guy. Look how slick and wet is looks." Steve
exclaimed, as he showed me this guy whose entire body was all wet appearing
and his cock all shiny wet and hard. I could even see the slit was moist
with the guy's ooze.

"C'mon, let's sit down and check `em out together." Steve suggested as he
went and sat on the loveseat. I joined him. He had the nude men's magazine
and I had a Playboy. Together we thumbed through them, looking at all the
photos slowly. I noticed he rubbed his crotch a couple of times, not
thinking I was watching. Then I rubbed my crotch lightly, my dick was so
hard, pressing against the fabric of my jeans. I think he noticed and
rubbed himself again. He scooted a little closer to me, I could feel the
heat of his body he was that close. We looked at the magazine some
more. Then I put down the Playboy and picked up one of the other men's
magazines. This one some really great photos of naked guys with really nice
dicks. When I got to the center of the magazine, the photo showed two guys
up close to each other, the heads of their dicks touching while they were
massaging each other's man tits. I started having hot waves flowing through
me, I was so turned on. I noticed Steve was breathing hard also. He looked
over at me and smiled, his eyes looking deep into my own.

"Al, do you ever play with yourself? I mean, like ya know, jack off?" he
asked me with some hesitation.

"Uh... well yeah. How about you?" I replied.

"Oh yeah, I love playing with myself. It feels so good. I started jacking
off when I was nine years old. A friend of mine in Chicago showed me how
and we used to get together to do it. At first, I didn't squirt cum or
nuthin' like that. Just that feeling, ya know?"

"Yeah, I just started it myself about five months ago or so. I try to jack
off every day if I can." I told him. "Never been around another guy
though." I lied on that reply.

"Man, my dick is so hard Al. Would you like to jack off with me? I think it
would fun, you and me together strokin' our dicks all naked and stuff."

"Ummm... I don't know. I've never been naked with another boy before when
my dick is hard." I replied trying to act innocent. "I do change clothes in
the pool's locker room, but that's the closest I've been."

"C'mon Al. I just know you will like it. I want to do it so bad, my dick is
aching." He told me. "Here I'll get started first."

He stood up and began to peel off his clothes. Soon he was just there with
his underwear on, I could see the bulging cock of his straining against the
thin white fabric.

"Oh, okay. I guess it may be fun, who knows?" I fibbed again to him, acting
all innocent.

I stood up and began to strip, when I got to my underwear, I left them on
like he had done. There we stood looking at each other, in our underwear,
our dicks hard and pushing against the underwear making them bulge out. He
stepped close to me and reached out to touch me. I was startled and my hips
lurched against his hand as it felt my hardness through the cloth. It felt
so good. I reached over to him and felt his hard dick too. I gently
squeezed it and it seemed like he had a big head on his cock.

"Mmmm... feels good Al. I like the way you squeezed me." Steve said as he
gently squeezed my cock. It felt really good.

First, he slid off his underwear and his cock sprang up at full mast. Oh
my, it was about five inches, slightly curved and slender at the base and
thickened towards the head. His glans was really big, shaped like a
fireman's helmet with a thick ridge around the glans. It was a least about
half an inch bigger than his shaft. The glans was a deep reddish-purple
color, his upper shaft was deep red too. His cock was so interesting to
look at, my own dick responded by getting so hard. His balls were pulled up
tight against the base of his cock. The sack was about the size of a
billiard ball with his balls held snugly tight within it.

I slid my underwear off too, my hard curved cock popped up at full mast
with my engorged acorn-shaped head a deep pinkish-red, bobbing about. He
gasped at the sight of it and reached over to softly feel it with his
fingers. He slid them up and down the length of my aching cock. I too,
reached over and began to feel him up. The head of his cock was rubbery
hard, I gently squeezed it, making Steve gasp. We stood there for a few
minutes feeling each other up. Then he nudged me down onto the loveseat and
sat next to me. He started jacking my cock with his left hand while I
reached over with my right hand and began to jack him. His large cock head
aka glans was so hard and rubbery, I just softly caressed it, squeezing it,
tickling it.

"Mmmm... that's the way to do Al!  Oh yeah, stroke me buddy, it feels so
good." Steve encouraged me. "Ahhh... yeah..."

"So, I'm doing it right then?" I asked him. (I knew I was, I just tried
being naïve.)

"Yes... oh yes." As he began to shift a little on the seat, spreading his
legs.

I could smell his sex odor wafting up from his crotch. It smelled so good
to me. I inhaled deep, enjoying his scent. He leaned back and slid his hips
forward, giving me better access to his special parts. I slid my hand down
to feel his balls. He sucked in air once I touched them, his sack got
tighter, pulling up even more against the shaft. I returned to jacking his
cock. Then I also leaned back and slid forward a bit. There we were, two
horny teenage boys playing with each other. Our heat and excitement seemed
to create it's own atmosphere. His hand skillfully worked on my cock, it
was leaking like crazy, a steady dribble of clear cock juice coating my
dick head. His cock didn't drool like mine did, but a little droplet did
appear a minute or so later.

"Al, that feels nice. Keep jacking my dick man. For a beginner, you're
doin' great. Oh yeah... my dick is achin' to cum" Steve told me.

"I'm happy you like what I'm doin' "I told him. I could feel his cock then
pulse hard. The big glans swelled up more and then his cum began flowing
out in a gentle white stream, flowing down over my fingers onto his crotch
and coating it. He didn't squirt or shoot his cum, it just flowed out in a
slow stream. He came a lot, it must have been two tablespoons or more, from
what I could tell. I could smell it's muskiness. When he finished, he
slumped back and sighed. I began to smear his cum all over his crotch,
balls, cock and lower belly. It smelled wonderful to me.

"Man, what are doin'? You're spreading my cum all over, feels good but
kinda weird too at the same time."

Then he took some of his cum in his hand and reached to finish me off. His
slick warm hand was the trick. My cock stiffened rock hard, it began
spurting cum in a several big loads, reaching my chest and a bit landed on
my chin and neck. I had never squirt so hard as this time.

"Unh... fuck... ah yeah... jack me Steve!" I gasped as my hips jerked and
spasmed with my orgasm. One spurt landed on my lips and I used my tongue to
lick it up and taste it. My cum has always tasted good to me.

"Man... did you just lick up your cum and taste it?" Steve asked, with a
curious look on his face.

"Sure did, I've done it before. Sometimes when I jack off it will hit my
mouth cause I squirt so far." I told him.

"I've never tasted mine before. Does it taste bad or weird?" He asked.

"Not to me it doesn't. Here try it." I said, and I reached over took some
of his cum that had puddled in his belly button. I held my finger out, his
cum dripping off of it. He leaned forward and stuck his tongue out, then
licked it off. He got a funny look on his face, then he took his on finger
and scooped up some more from his groin and sucked it off his finger.

"Hmmm... not bad. Kinda salty though. It has a weird taste, not bad just
weird. What does yours taste like?"  He then reached over and took some of
mine from my chest and licked it off. "It tastes about the same, yours has
slight sweetness to it."

Then he used his hand to smear my cum all over my chest, belly, cock and
balls. He giggled as he did it.

"I thought I would return the favor." He told me.

We lay there for a bit and then he got off the loveseat and went to the
bathroom. I heard water running, he came out with a wet wash cloth and
proceeded to clean up the cum coating my skin. I could see he had already
cleaned himself up. He sat down then and up against me so that our sides
were touching.

"That was fun Al. Thank you for joining me and jacking off with me. I liked
it. Did you like it to?"

"Yeah I did." I told him, then acting naïve again, I asked him;
"What else did you and your friend do together?"

"We used to lay on our side and hump our dicks against each other. Also we
would stand and hold each other close while we humped each other. A couple
of times we actually squirted on each other at the same time. That was so
cool and nasty."

"Sounds like fun." I replied.

"Al, I have always wondered what it would be like to have my dick sucked,
and maybe suck a dick too. Have you ever thought about that too?"

"Yeah, once or twice, I guess." I said, smirking. He looked at me and
giggled.

"Hey, tell you what. Let's suck each other. I want to try it so bad,
really!" Steve said.

"How come you and your friend in Chicago never sucked each other's dicks?

 I asked curiously.

"Well, I mentioned it once and he told me that was gross and he couldn't
suck another guys dick. He said it was a dirty thing to do that."

"Oh okay. Well, if you suck me first then I will suck you. If that's cool
with you." I told him.

"Uhhh... okay... How should we do it? Standing, sitting, or laying down?"
He replied.

"However you want to do it I guess."

Steve slid off the loveseat and kneeled in front of me, he spread my legs
apart. I slid forward a little, my cock was getting hard again. He watched
it pulse, throbbing as it slowly rose up to full erection. It as bobbing
around in the air, the pinkish red head swollen as a dribble of my cum
leaked out. He then grasped my cock at it's base and gently pulled it
towards him as he leaned forward to lick it. His warm tongue explored all
around, from the base to the head, getting it wet with spit. He then
hesitated a bit and opened his mouth sliding it just over the head, then he
began to suck and tongue it driving me nuts.

"Oh my... your mouth feels so nice on my dick Steve!" I gasped. "Keep
going."

He pulled off for a moment leaving it throbbing in midair, "So I guess I'm
doing okay then?"

"Oh yeah, doing good Steve."

He went back to sucking, at first just working on the head, then he began
to slip more of it into his mouth, going about two thirds of the way
down. It felt really good. For novice cocksucker he was learning
quickly. His spit was more slick than the other guys who had sucked me, it
felt really good. He began to bob up and down on it, the shaft was wet and
shiny with spit. I was shuddering, my legs twitched and soon I knew I was
going to cum.

"Ohhh... nice... so nice Steve. It feels so gooood. Suck me... suck my hard
dick. Yeah
Steve... ahhhhh... mmmmm... ohhhhh... ahhhhh... oh... oh... oh... ah... ah..."
I mumbled as I began to orgasm, my cum squirting with force into his mouth.

Steve, startled almost seemed to gag, then he regained his composure and I
could feel him swallowing. His tongue working my cock head eagerly,
spreading my cum around as he swallowed. He pulled off, my dick slick with
cum. He looked at me with amazement in his eyes.

"Oh man... you surprised me! Wow you squirted so strongly. It caught me by
surprise. It's okay. I think I swallowed all of it. Did I do good? Did you
like it?"

"Yeah man... you did good! For your first time it seemed almost like you've
done this before." I told him.

"Naw man... I just sucked you the way I would like to have my own dick
sucked." He replied.

He stood up and he was half-erect, so he must have enjoyed sucking my
dick. Then he went to the bathroom and came out with a big glass of
water. He drank some, swishing it around and swallowing.

"That's better, now I can talk easier. Your cum kinda coated my tongue and
throat." He said as he smiled at me. He then sat down. "Okay Al, I'm ready
for my turn now!"

I went down kneeling in front of him. He scooted forward a bit, spreading
his legs. His balls were pulled up tight against his hard curved cock, the
large helmet-shaped head shiny and deep crimson. I grasped the shaft at the
base, using my forefinger to gently pinch the vein that runs along the
length of the shaft. It grew slightly bigger and harder. I could smell his
sex odor, it was so strong. His glans throbbed as blood coursed it's way
through it. I leaned forward as I pulled his cock to my mouth. I ran my
tongue along the underside, licking from the base to the frenum on the
glans. He jerked spasmodically, gasping.

"Uh! Feels good! Man... my nerves feel electric." He gasped.

I began flicking my tongue on the frenum, making it wet, then I also licked
around the ridge of his cock's head. It was still somewhat slick from
before, but my tongue made it slicker. He has a large piss slit or meatus,
and my pointed tongue probed it, tasting the slickness inside. Steve was
writhing on the loveseat, his hips slowly undulating as my tongue explored
every inch of his thick rubbery glans. It tasted good to me, tangy and
salty. I put some spit on my tongue and really started to coat the glans of
his cock. His eyes were closed and he moaned softly as I continued.

"Oh Al, oh my gawd! Your tongue feels so good on my cock. I have never felt
anything like this. Please don't stop... please?" He pleaded sofltly.

I looked at his hard swollen member, fully engorged, throbbing in my
hand. I then opened my mouth and slid down onto him. He bucked and jerked
as my lips locked onto the rim of the cockhead. My tongue flicked and
roamed on the underside while I began suctioning on it. His glans tasted
good, I could feel it pulse in my mouth. I tasted a dribble of cum leak
out, it was thick, salty and sticky. Then I began to take more and more of
him into my mouth. He was gasping for air, then his hands gently grasped my
head and held it while he started fucking my mouth. I let him do as he
pleased, him sliding in and out of my suctioning mouth, his cock slick with
spit. The he began to shudder, quiver from his legs to his belly and he
held my head steady as he plunged it deeper.

"Ahhhhh... oh... oh... shit... your mouth feels so good Al. Mmmm... I love
how you make my dick feel. Oh
yeaaahhh... ummmm... shit... shit... shit... suck me... suck me... suck my
hot cock... umphhhh... oohhhhhh... I'm gonna cum... AHHHHHH!  OHHHHHH! UNH!
UNH!" He blurted.

He got really hard and I could feel his cock flush with warmth as his cum
flowed out in a thick steady stream, coating my tongue and filling my
mouth. It wasn't squirting as much as like just a large continuous flow of
cum. I began swallowing it and more kept cumming. My tongue spread it all
around the glans, which was hard and rubbery now. I coated his hard hot
shaft too. Then it stopped, he relaxed and slumped down. I kept his cock in
my mouth as the flow quit. I flicked my tongue a few more times and then
pulled off of his satiated member. It was a deep crimson, wet and slick
from his cum. I could smell it. It mingled with his sex odor and made my
head spin from smelling it.

"So, you liked it, Steve?" quizzing him with a smile.

"Oh yeah... I have never felt so good. You're a great cocksucker for your
first time!" He told me. (Little did he know how experienced I truly was.)

"Your dick looks like it enjoyed it. It's so red and still hard." So I
leaned forward again and flicked my tongue on the frenum, making it jerk,
then another trickle of cum flowed out. I lapped it up and suctioned on his
piss slit trying to get the last drop. He jerked slightly, his cock pulsed
and then he sighed. Finally, I could see his dick begin to soften.

I stood up and stretched, jutting my hips out toward him. He grabbed my
dick and squeezed it. I got hard instantly and he started stroking it,
making it throb. I pushed him off, my cock was tender now and I needed to
let it recuperate some. Sitting down next to Steve, I put my around his
shoulders and pulled him close. He purred, laying his head on my chest. I
felt his start to suck on my hard nipple. It felt nice.