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Following Terry into his bedroom I closed the door.
Terry lay on the four poster bed, propped up against the headboard by pillows. He was wearing a black dress shirt and black slacks. He always dressed sharply even if he was just going to be in the engineering lab.
He was extremely cute. He had classic Asian features, though his eyes were wider than others due to his having a rounder face. His acne had all cleared-up and his skin looked soft. I would have loved to run my hand along his cheek and lean in and kiss his small mouth under than slightly upturned perfect nose.
"You do all the work," said Terry, jolting me back to reality.
I went over and climbed on the bed kneeling next to him in my leather jockstrap and collar. I felt self-conscious being so undressed next to this full-dressed boy I had thought about so many nights.
He could see my hair chest and only slight less hair stomach, my hair legs and hairy ass.
I reached out my hands nervously and undid his belt and then undid his pants.
Opening the front of his black slacks there were the gorgeous colourful Calvin Klein underwear I had touched and thought about so often. This pair was neon orange!
They were as snug fitting on him as I had imagined. His cock, which was starting to harden, was pushing against the pouch as it tried to expand. His cock and balls clearly nestled nicely in that pouch when he was soft, which is why I could never make out the details of his cock through his PJ bottoms aside from seeing a lump and while I couldn't see anything under his slacks.
He lifted his hips and I pulled his slacks down mid-thigh so I could see all of his underwear.
I thought about taking his pants off entirely but he didn't suggest it or move to lift his legs further so I just left them pulled down to full expose his neon boxer-briefs. That was, after all, what I had longed to see so many times as I did his laundry, how these sexy boxer-briefs looked on this slim Asian boy.
The satiny-nylon material hugged his hips tight and I knew they must be tight around his ass. The fitted pouch, which would have perfectly conformed to his soft and balls was now being stretched.
I couldn't resist the temptation and I lowered my face down to his boxer-briefs. Inhaling I still couldn't smell any strong odor. This boy smelled so clean, even though my face was pressing into his nylon covered crotch.
Using my lips I took his cloth covered hardening cock into my mouth, squeezing it.
His cock tried to harden further but was trapped by the nylon material.
I suddenly became concerned that if I didn't do something now, his cock which was straining hard against the nylon pouch as it tried to expand upward to full mast, his sexy underwear would be irreparably stretched.
I also recognized was likely in some discomfort. So I used my hand to reposition his cock so it was not trapped in the fitted pouch but was pointing up through his pubes towards the waistband that screamed Calvin Klein in large letters.
I didn't want to take off this sexy underwear I had admired and fantasized about seeing on his body for so long quite yet.
With his cock repositioned, soon he was fully hard. Fully erect he was about 5". His cock stopped just below the waist elastic and I used my mouth to trace the outline.
I ran my hand up under his shirt and felt his smooth skin. He was so soft to my touch. Even his legs were hairless which I ran my other hand over as I nibbled on his cock and traced it repeatedly from tip to balls and back again.
Taking my face off his crotch I took hold of his boxer-briefs and pushed them down, freeing his cock and balls.
He had a nice set of pubes but the hairs were largely straight, as I had pictured when I had jacked off at night looking at pictures of other Asian boys on my computer. And his cock was in fact uncut as I had surmised. Though hard, the foreskin has pulled back from the head.
I would have to suck him when he is soft to enjoy his foreskin I thought to myself.
The head of his cock was smaller than his shaft, so it formed a pointy top to what was actually a fairly thick penis. Of course he had slim hips and a slim body so it may have appeared thicker than it was in proportion.
He had ample balls which, now freed from their imprisonment in the pouch of his boxer-briefs, hung down quite far.
This further explained why I hadn't been able to make out detailed of his cock and balls when he had been wearing PJ bottoms. With an uncut cock with a smaller head his cock would have just been a shapeless tube when soft and when shoved in that fitted pouch of his underwear with two big balls in a loose ball sack they would have all meshed together and just been a package.
Not that he was free his hard cock was sticking straight up and his low hanging balls were nestled in between his two legs. If he spread his legs, which he couldn't do because I had only pulled his boxer-briefs and slacks half-way down his thighs, they would probably hang down between his legs as far as his cock went up his stomach.
This was a gorgeous cock and balls. It was everything and more than I had hoped for. And it was on the cutest Chinese boy ever.
I opened my mouth wide, lowered my head down around his hard penis, and took him entirely into my mouth. This caused him to let out a little moan.
Keeping my mouth wrapped around his hard cock I ran my tongue around it. I then lifted off slightly and ran my tongue over the head, before sliding my tongue in circles as I lowered my mouth down the shaft taking it all the way into my mouth and down my throat.
I had never sucked a cock before and I was surprised I could take all 5 inches into my mouth and throat without gagging. Maybe I was a natural or maybe I just was in love with this boy and wanted to please him.
I did love everything about him. I loved his brown skin. He wasn't as dark as Mohamed but his skin was similarly golden brown and smooth to the touch.
His cock and balls were a slightly darker brown than the rest of his skin but just as soft to the touch.
I was enjoying having it in my mouth. I worked the head regularly with my tongue before going back to taking it all the way down my throat.
I occurred to me, as I was taking it down my throat, that if he had been the one fucking me, not Mohamed, it probably wouldn't hurt as much. It wasn't just because of the size but due to the design. The smaller head made a point that flailed out to almost the full width of the shaft. It was designed by god to me shoved into something like a spear.
Maybe that was part of the reason I was able to take it down my throat. I was impaling myself on his brown 5 inch spear. And I was loving every second of it. I loved licking the head, which was so adorably cute and was now rewarding me with pre-cum. I loved the shaft which was so hard and yet soft as it went into my mouth and down my throat.
I was content. I could suck his cock forever.
I must have been doing a good job because Terry moaned loader and began to run his fingers through my hair.
The fact he was enjoying it gave me a sense of pride. But this wasn't like pleasing Mohamed, who I was learning to like to please. I was actually turned on by sucking this Chinese boy's cock. I had imagined doing this from almost the first time he had proposed doing our laundry together.
Had this been his plan all along? Had he though that by showing me his underwear I would wonder about his cock and then begin to want to suck it?
My own cock was hard in the pouch of my jockstrap as I sucked on his young hard cock, now just working my head up and down on it in a rhythm.
I loved having this boy's cock in my mouth. I had dreamed about this every time I touched, examined, sniffed and folded his briefs in the laundry room.
That cock I had wondered about was not only here in front of me but was in my mouth and going down my throat.
Those boxer-briefs I had touched and sniffed were on this boy just pulled down to expose his cock. I could help myself and began to finger the smooth cloth of his underwear while my head bobbed up and down on his hard cock.
I was so turned on I could feel the pre-cum leaking out of my hard cock in my jockstrap, which was irritating the head. My cock hard was straining against the leather which was rough on the head, especially as it made the leather wet with pre-cum.
I glanced up and Terry's eyes were closed.
I wished I wasn't wearing a jockstrap. Not that I wanted to be naked, quite the opposite. I wished I was fully dressed.
Why did Terry agree to let me wear a jockstrap? He clearly didn't want to see me on his bed scantily clothed.
If he didn't want to see my 'old man cock', as Mohamed had said, why would he want to see my old bare ass? If I had been dressed maybe he would have his eyes open. I would give anything to have him look into my eyes as I sucked his hard boy cock.
Without any warning Terry started to cum in my mouth. It took me by surprise. He just started to shoot.
It wasn't just he didn't give me any warning. As this was my first time I didn't know what to expect.
When the first volley of cum hit the roof of my mouth I was taken aback, a little confused as to what was happening, even though this was what I had been working to get. Quickly I recovered.
I swallowed as fast as I could, continuing to move my head up and down on his cock, causing some of his cum to shoot directly down my throat and some to fill my mouth.
I no longer had any doubt this was the life I wanted. His cum tasted so good. It was salty and sweet and not overly thick. It was not what I had imagined having only seen my own and cum shots in pornos.
I had now experienced Mohamed's cum, but that was up my ass, where a load was currently and, as I thought about that, I realized some of that had leaked out had run down my legs.
Terry didn't shoot as big a load as I had felt Mohamed shoot up my ass, but it was more than enough to satisfy me.
I was in love with Terry and I wanted to suck his cock every morning and night as he expected. His cum tasted so good.
I kept sucking him long after he stopped cumming.
As his cock softened, I took my mouth off his cock. I held it in my fingers and watched it soften. I was fascinated to see the foreskin. He let me just kneel there holding his softening cock watching it.
The fact that he kept his eyes closed troubled me. Perhaps he didn't like it or now regretted it. Or simply he didn't want to see my dressed as I was on his bed.
Especially if this was going to be the one and only time I got to see his cock I wanted to see everything. I gently played with it in between my finger and thumb as it softened. The head retreated into the foreskin without any help from me.
Soft, his cock was even more adorable. The skin around his got even darker and the foreskin covered the entire head, with only a little opening where, when I looked in, I could see the slit.
Eventually I let go of it, not wanting to push my luck. I leaned forward and gave it a kiss. I then pulled up his boxer-briefs. I put his uncut cock into the neon Calvins's pouch, and got them in place on his hips. The pouch did push everything together. Then I pulled up his slacks and did up the fly and then his belt.
With him now fully put away, Terry broke the silence and said "had you ever sucked a cock before?"
The fact he was talking to me was a relief. It meant he hadn't been revolted by what had just happened. The fact his eyes were now open and he was looking at me also suggested he wasn't revolted by my appearance either.
"No you were my first," I said.
"You are a natural," he said. "Did you like it?"
I looked down at the pouch of my jockstrap which was straining to contain my hard cock.
Terry laughed.
"So you had in fact been sniffing my briefs when you did the laundry," he asked.
"Yes," I admitted. He had already guessed, and there was no reason now to deny it. Plus Mohamed had actually caught me sniffing his.
"My gaydar is never wrong," Terry said smugly,
I hadn't been gay before he had started doing laundry with me, had I been? Maybe he made me gay. I definitely was gay for him now, I had a raging hard-on and couldn't wait until I would suck him again.
As if reading my mind he said "you will have to wait until the morning to suck me off. I jacked off this morning and that was my second load, and it is already 5pm."
I must have looked crestfallen because he laughed.
"Don't worry, I will have a bigger load for you in the morning because it will be my first of the day," said Terry.
He laughed again so I guessed my face must have perked up in excitement.
"Have you given any thought to supper," he asked.
I hadn't. I had gone out and bought leather outfits, and I didn't think to pick up groceries.
"Tomorrow after school we will go grocery shopping together," Terry said. "Can you cook?"
"Sort of, I know how to, I just don't normally cook for myself," I said.
"I noticed. Well we'll have to check with Mohamed anyway to see what he likes to eat since he doesn't seem to cook at home either. For tonight we will just order a pizza."
I stood aside to let Terry exit his bedroom. I didn't want him to see my back which I was sure had streaks of cum visible on the back of my legs where it had leaked from my hole.
It is not that he didn't know I had been fucked, Mohamed had made that obvious to him by taking so long to put his cock away when Terry came home. It was that I felt like a cheap whore. I didn't want Terry to think less of me. In fact, I didn't want him reminded that Mohamed had done anything with me. I would have happiest if I was just Terry's.
When we emerged from the bedroom, Mohamed had thankfully gone downstairs. If he had been there he might have made some comment about what we had been up to and cheapened the moment which for me was something I would treasure. Plus, if Mohamed saw the leaked cum he would point it if only to mark his territory.
I was also happy that he wasn't in the kitchen or dinning room because my hard-on in my jockstrap was noticeable and I didn't know how he would react. While he didn't seem to want me hard when he fucked me, would he take offense that sucking Terry off turned me on?
I told Terry I was open to any type of pizza they wanted and as Terry went downstairs to check with Mohamed I quickly ran across the dinning room and kitchen to my bathroom.
I made the dash because I didn't want anyone to see the cum that had run down my legs. But once safely in the bathroom, I quickly forgot about my ass and thought about my cock. Removing the pouch of my jockstrap I released my aching hard-on and jacked off over the toilet.
As I was starting to cum I glanced in the mirror.
Here I was, a grown man, wearing a leather collar and a jockstrap with the codpiece removed jacking off in my own bathroom over the toilet, so turned on at having just sucked off the Chinese student who rents my guest room, with my ass and the back of my legs damp with the Arab renter's cum, his sizeable load I could still feel in my ass.
This was who I had become.
End of part 5