Chapter 4 -- I WANNA TASTE YOU.
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Kyle kept on coming for many more days and in fact I never saw any shock in him but utter fun to return to a house where he could always work comfortably nude knowing besides that the owner would enjoy him like that. I also waited for him naked every day and when I heard the bell, first I looked through the peephole and seeing it was him, I opened the door quietly. He smiled at me prior to stripping and I sniffed him with a more wonderful smell than the day before.
Watching him taking everything off again was always incredible fun and as he stripped he always talked and he told me how he had had the armpit fun again and added now I smelt wonderfully. Once totally nude and totally hard, he asked me whether he could start the day masturbating licking my pits, prior to starting work. I smiled at him and told him of course he could. Then he sat on the couch on my right and he raised my arm and soon started to lick my right armpit as he was beating his meat.
-Why don't we 69, Kyle? --I told him-. We could do the same together with our tastes. I also wanna start the day savouring you, you sexy open-minded heterosexual boy.
-Not sure I'm heterosexual now --he told me frantically licking me-. But believe me it's just the same for me, Horace. These fifteen days will be good for me not only to earn a wonderful friend I wanna keep forever, but also to discover things about myself. And I tell you openly that if I could find now other boys with your smell and they would agree to only tasting each other, I would try and hook up with them.
-I have to cum, Kyle.
-Me too, let's cum together, Horace.
And we filled the floor with two twin loads. He smiled and added.
-Two friends who cum together can do anything together --and he showed me one other of his smiles that unknowingly for me then were slowly reaching my heart.
-I will first paint your stairs but I've also brought the tools for some carpentry first. Your handrail needs some repairs in some spots.
He went out to fetch some tools from his van and later I saw him carefully repairing the stair banister. Of course I was all the time jerking myself off before him, now definitely sure that he loved watching me having that fun and it was always something that could improve that hot boy's self-esteem.
After his work on the handrail, we had our coffee break and he did something new that took me aback. Before tackling the painting of the stairs first and then my bedroom --he told me I should sleep for some days in other bedrooms for the smell of paint would linger for half a week at least- he suddenly looked at me with a new wonderful smile and told me I hoped I didn't mind that either and he wanted to try and unexpectedly he locked his lips in mine. So unexpected that kiss was that I suddenly came and he told me "good, I like your lips, let me kiss you more, Horace." And he was kissing me for some minutes and later he told me he had enjoyed so much to kiss a boy and to kiss such a wonderful friend that he wanted to do it now every day a lot of times. I told him of course he could do in my house anything that gave him fun, also kissing me.
Now he told me he would certainly start painting the stair walls. And with that work, he finished for that day, not without me cumming again in a new masturbation I of course had watching now a sexy naked carpenter and painter. But as he finished he was also jerking himself off and we both came in unison. Now the stair handrail and walls were finished and he left for that day.
The next day of course after stripping first, he himself suggested starting each day with our new discovered fun of 69ing with our armpits. As we did, I noticed he'd washed his feet and after we came, I asked him.
-You know, Horace --he told me, but not blushing now-, I've also discovered at home the fun of wanking smelling and tasting my own feet. I'm a weirdo, isn't it?
-I also do that, Kyle. Many boys like the smell and taste of feet.
-But I had enjoyed the day before yesterday but I didn't like the taste yesterday. I found it disgusting and thought the smell could also disgust you. So I decided to wash my feet every two days, do you agree, my friend?
-Of course, Kyle, you could have the hygiene you want and in fact I also like the smell of feet with two days unwashed.
-Good, now I'll start painting, first your room, so you can sleep in it again in three days or so.
Of course I accompanied him to my bedroom. Now the days started to wank looking at a naked painter. I was very close to him and suddenly I saw he had bent down and was shamelessly licking my feet.
-Hope you don't mind, Horace, I told you I wanna taste you and I wanna know one other of your tastes.
-Kyle, at this point, please never ask me again if I mind. It is you that should mind, but if you don't, please be yourself and do whatever comes to your mind. At least I can assure you my feet are clean.
-They taste wonderfully, my friend. I like your clean shades of taste. It has surprised me and I'm cumming now.
Of course if he did something, now I should do the same and started to savour his clean feet now. How I wished I could taste the only part of his body I still had not tasted: his cock, but meanwhile I was lucky to keep on savouring my sexy new friend.
At coffee break, first he kissed me and then he grasped my cock and started to jack me off.
-Don't know whether one day I'll have the guts to also savour your cock, but I am feeling the sincere desire to please the cock of a good friend, at least with this.
-Ok, Kyle, you know that in this house you can do anything you want, but you also know anything you decide to do, I must do it too --and then I also started masturbating Kyle. I still couldn't believe that hot heterosexual boy allowed me to touch his dick and masturbate him. Did I say heterosexual? At that point, I was sure Kyle himself wasn't sure what his sexual orientation was, but he didn't give a damn. All I was sure is he enjoyed playing sexual games with a boy. After ten minutes of our first reciprocal masturbation, I had to cum and seeing me cum, he smiled one of his most beautiful smiles and also shot his load. Then he told me, we could do this every day. I nodded for I saw him happy and of course I wanted to play with his hot dick every day.
For two weeks, we repeated every fun constantly. We licked our sweaty armpits at least once a day, but some days more than once. We licked our feet every day too, clean or a little sweaty cause we had the habit of washing our feet every two days. Only a couple of times we licked each other's asses too, cause he told me he preferred my pits and my feet. We constantly touched each other, were all day kissing and masturbated each other at each coffee break.
Probably in two days, he would finish working in my house. Now almost all the walls were painted. I would miss Kyle when he stopped coming to my house and probably he was thinking the same, for I noticed him a bit sad as time was passing.
One day we started jacking each other off at coffee break as every day, when suddenly I felt Kyle's tongue in my balls! I was astonished. I could never have expected that.
-Hope you also allow me, Horace.
-Kyle, I tell you again that in this house you can do whatever it is that you think will give you fun. But I hope you're sure.
-I cannot leave your house without first having known all of your tastes, my friend. And not only your balls. Look at me now --and I noticed his tongue coming up my dick and resting in my glans with security and it took him very little to suck my whole cock. He was moaning, but even so I asked him.
-You sure you like it, Kyle?
-Love it, Horace. I wish I could blow you many more times.
-I think you still don't believe that you may come to my house every day if that's your wish, Kyle. I think now we have become really good friends and you may come here every day after your job if you want. If you wanted to have a shower, you could have it here or you might prefer to keep your wonderful perfume. We could have a naked coffee every day --I stopped a bit cause the motions of his tongue now on my dick were driving me crazy and I had to tell him. With my dick now deep in his mouth, he smiled again and I went on talking-. And if you want, we can touch, we can kiss, we can jack each other off, we could lick any part of our body we fancy, and ok, we can even blow each other. We're already friends, Kyle. Please show me your friendship coming to your friend Horace's house every day.
-I will Horace.
-I have to cum Kyle. Please take your mouth of my cock unless you also want to taste semen.
-I want to --he said when I was already filling his mouth with jism. I couldn't help it-. I love this taste and also the flavour of your tasty dick, my friend. I would like to do this now every day. Not sure I would suck any other dicks, though now I would like, if I am permitted to blow you every day.
-You hot Kyle, you know that if you want, you can. But you also know that now it's my turn. Now you will know what to get a blowjob from a boy means.
It was hard for me to believe that I was finally sucking Kyle's hot dick. After a minute, I started to lick his beautiful balls. Kyle moaned really loud. As I was licking his balls and before resuming sucking his cock I told him.
-The very first day you came, Kyle, and before I started wanking looking at your crack, as you know, and everything started, just as I saw you, I found you one of the sexiest boys I've ever seen and I already felt the desire of watching your dick and taste it but of course I never thought it would be possible one day. Now I can --I said returning up his cock, slowly massaging his cock head with my tongue and already sucking it again. The taste was the greatest taste I'd ever savoured, because the cock I was sucking belonged to no other boy than my friend Kyle Pennet.
-You're driving me crazy, Horace, thank you.
-It's the same you've done with my cock, Kyle. You simply deserve to have now the best blowjob you've ever had --and getting his sexy shaft deeper in my mouth, I added-. I certainly felt like asking you to allow me to suck your cock these days, but I was shy to ask you, intuiting you would never let me unless you'd sucked my cock first. So that's why I never asked you.
-Yeah, my friend, that's how it is. I knew you would gladly give me a blowjob, or more, but that would not have meant being a true friend. But now, it's a wonderful fun, cause both of us are willing to give this pleasure to his friend. And believe me: you're better with my cock than any girl has been. Now I only want you to suck my cock, more when I also want to keep on having the fun of sucking yours. And now, forgive me, Horace, I'm cumming. D'you want to drink it?
-I do --I said when I was already swallowing the erotic liquid of the utmost pleasure of a man. I say man, cause Kyle was still determined to show me his manhood, what a real man is made of. After he came, he told me he would go on painting, but we could have this fun every day. Probably the next day he would finish his job, but he told me he wanted to keep on coming to my house to have fun with me or simply to talk like friends. I told him he could come to my house for anything he wanted. We were already friends and now we could see each other every day.
He was painting the only rooms that were still not painted. He finished for that day and left. Now the only room which hadn't been painted was a small attic I had.
His last working day after stripping, he told me he wanted to suck my cock first. I suggested 69ing. Smiling he sat on the couch next to me and told me he had the real need to savour my tasty dick every day, that's what he said, but I saw him first licking my balls, so I also started to lick his and after two minutes when I saw him shamelessly travelling up my cock, I had to also start tasting his and soon we had both swallowed them. Our first 69. I am still moved that Kyle was apparently heterosexual and there he was, sucking my cock for the second time. And I had to assimilate that he also started to love having a blowjob from me. We didn't cum too soon, but were slow savouring each other till finally we could do no other thing than cum. When I noticed his jism again, I bathed his mouth with a new load.
Later that day of course I masturbated again when I saw him naked painting the attic. The only novelty is that he also jerked himself off as he painted. Later at coffee break we again had fun with each other's armpits, so Kyle used to cum at least three times every day in my house. We had our coffee and he was sad because his work had finished and I had already paid him everything. But I told him.
-Kyle, it's obvious that it is funny for you to come here, where you can simply chat amiably with your friend, you can strip, you can even have your showers here if you want and of course you can play with my dick as I will play with yours. We can kiss, touch or anything you want as the friends we have become. Please Kyle, do not abandon your friend now. I also need your friendship.
-Ok, Horace, I promise that I will come every day as far as you don't get tired of me --a new bright smile-. The best of these fifteen days has been earning a wonderful friend. Work is over and I will leave you for today --he put his clothes on but prior to leaving, he fondly kissed my mouth again-. See you tomorrow, my friend Horace Procter-Millard. I will return.
And with that promise he left. How I wanted to see him return now! Hoped he did.
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