"Tell you what, you b-a-a-d boi, I think you should move from the desk and lie across my legs." I figured, I might as well get some jollies out of this. His lean belly over my bare legs ought to do that. I was already leaking from my cock head.
No argument from him. His eyes were closed as he crossed the room and with a long sweet sigh, he settled over my smooth legs, his own, impossibly long legs extending out and his skinny, but size sixteen feet resting on the carpet, toes down. What a sight. I held off beginning, I was enjoying his trembling on me, his regular loud sighs. This boi was a demon for punishment.
I squeezed one slim muscular pear half. Louder sighs. I slapped it. It made a small sound from the weak slap. I evened the score with it's brother half. He lifted his head and stared at me with half-lidded eyes. "Don't be a girlie. Those are not spanks. Don't spare me, make me cry."
Holy shit. I'm no CIA prisoner punisher. By nature I'm a sweet loving lad, but how can one person ignore this hot boi's pleading. I lifted my hand and left it fall hard on both cheeks, just at the ass hole area. He cried out, but not too hard. Again. Now he was repeating, "Ow, OW."
Finally I really wound up. He began sobbing and his tears wear wetting my legs. I couldn't take anymore, even if he could. I grabbed him around the shoulders and moved him up to hug and cradle him in my arms. He seemed to like that, as he blubbered piteously.
But our boy wasn't zonked out. The rascal opened my shirt and slipped it off my smooth, boyish shoulders and found my reddish, erected nipple and began suckling on it like a baby. You can't imagine how electric shocks traveled all over my body. I began moaning like a fool. He was humming as he sucked. What a duet.
By now I was so hard, it actually hurt. It pleaded for relief. I know that I took my life in my hands, but I pushed him away from the nipple and down until his face was at my crotch. "Keith baby, I got a nice, warm bottle for you to suck and get sweet milk."
To my absolute amazement, he opened my fly and extracted (with difficulty) my stiff dick. He wasted no time, his puffy, full red mouth kissed the tip. "so suck and get sweet milk."
To my absolute amazement, he opened my fly and extracted (with difficulty) my stiff dick. He wasted no time, his puffy, full red mouth kissed the tip. I was so grateful I rubbed his soft buzzed hair. He liked that, I could tell because he rubbed back at my hand like a happy dog.
I felt bold. I felt in charge. I felt I could give orders now. "Suck it!" I crowed. In a moment he swallowed the whole rigid thing. I wondered if he had ever done this before. ( Later I found out that I was his first boy/boy experience and he just lost his head to the moment because I had just spanked him.)
Well, he may have been inexperienced, but that overheated mouth was driving me into an orgasm. I tensed all my muscles trying to hold back, but guys, I am only a kid and have no staying power. I called out to Keith, who at this moment I loved more than life itself, "I'm going to shoot!"
He heard me, because he shook his head affirmatively. I guess that meant that he was prepared for the heaviest cum I had ever experienced. It began in my toes and shot up in waves into my thighs. Those thighs began lifting and thrusting on their own. My mouth opened, my eyes rolled back, my tongue hung out of my mouth as I began, in heavy pulsations to deliver the milk to the baby. He moaned in pleasure and drank all I had. Finally I was able to speak, "Baby, the bottle is empty. You can stop."
He got off my lap. His stood in his full lanky height in front of me, his long penis curving up toward his belly. He looked scrumptious. I wasn't sure if he was embarrassed, or pissed at me for making him do it, but to my surprise, his mouth pushed out like a kiss and he said in a baby voice, "Keith needs to pee pee."
I digested this news. Does he want to know where the bathroom is? Does he want me to let him use the waste basket? But then he let me know exactly what he wanted. "Take me to the toilet. Hold my weenie while I piss."
Could I refuse this sweet request? Would you? Naw. I put my arm around his bony, but nice warm shoulders and steered him to the john. He stood in front of the toilet, his cock shaking and stiff. There was no way he could aim it down without breaking it. I scratched my head. Then I got an idea. I got undressed, he was already. "Get in the shower."
He nodded. I am sure he understood exactly what I had in mind. In a moment, there we were, the two of us facing each other. My cock was hard again. After all, don't be jealous, I'm a kid and I can go about six times a day and usually do.
I took hold of his long cock. He shivered in pleasure. I could see yellow drops at the little piss slip. I spoke soothingly to him. "Friend, Keith, don't hold back. I'm holding it. Let your piss go."
He closed his eyes. He shivered. Goose flesh standing out on his lean chest and he grunted. Oh that grunt was so soulful, I almost spooged on the spot. Then he grunted again, deeper and louder and then a long spurt of yellow urine escaped his dick. I could feel the water going through. Then he settled down for the long haul and his piss splashed noisily against the metal sides of the shower enclosure. It was a musical sound, a lovely sound. I looked at him. He was smiling blissfully. Now the spurts slowed down to dribbles. "Try to get more out," I crooned. He nodded and tried manfully, but the piss was over.
"That was good," he said and crossed the small space between us and kissed me gratefully on the lips, his mouth hot and a little pushy. I responded by being more pushy, pushing my tongue into his mouth. There we were, two high schoolers, in a shower cubicle, making out like a boy and girl. It may have been strange, but it was so good and so rocked us, that when we parted, both our chests were heaving, trying to get oxygen.
We went back to my bedroom and we dressed.
"I guess I better get home." Then thinking again, he brightened. "Say if you have time tonight, I have special practice with the coach. You wanta cum?"
"Yeah," I said enthusiastically. Coach Brown was no fat old coach. He was dreamy, late twenties, gorgeous of face and body.
End Part Two