The week after my sleepover was different. Reese was incredibly nice. Too nice.
Part of being the elected 'Chief Petty Officer' of the sailing program, and the reason I was so popular with the younger kids, was I had nothing but time for anyone who wanted to spend time with me. I guess because of what we had done, Reese wanted to spend time with me at the program, something we had never really done.
I couldn't put my finger on anything in particular, but I could tell some of the younger kids, who would all want to eat lunch with me, were not too keen to have Reese, one of the older kids from the higher-level sitting at our table. For his part, Reese didn't seem too keen on being surrounded by these younger kids.
Lunch conversation became awkward. Reese wanted to talk about sailing or the yacht club or our evening races where we crewed with the dentists. The kids wanted to goof around and make silly jokes that often involved bodily noises or penis references.
I didn't consciously ignore Reese (then again, I was nervous someone would suspect what we had done so I guess subconsciously I tried to ignore him). My major concern was I didn't want to alienate any of the kids. It is not that I needed to stand for re-election or anything, it was a one-off position; but my personality is the type to not like to offend and little kids are easier to offend than older boys.
I don't know if he understood, or it was I shut him out. But it wasn't long before Reese left me alone and things went back to normal. Of course normal meant Reese watching me from across the boat yard as he sat with kids from our sailing-level and as I was flocked by the first and second year sailors all day long.
I figured I would make things up to him when we went sailing Wednesday night. But we didn't have any time alone as I was late helping the kids get their boats out of the water and squared away so, by the time I caught up to Reese at the tender to be ferried out to the dentists' sailboat, they were there too.
We didn't talk much on the boat, beyond the need to discuss strategy and when best to come about and whether or not we should take the risk on a spinnaker on the downwind leg (I always wanted to fly the spinnaker, I think it is the most beautiful sail, though it is a bitch to manage in either very heavy or very light winds and if you don't get it up and down quickly it can cost you precious minutes).
I was convinced I had pissed Reese off by the time we moored the boat and got the sails and lines squared away. But after the tender dropped us off on the dock, once the dentists had thanked us and headed off to the clubhouse (and before I got in my mom's car) Reese asked me if I wanted to sleep over again on Saturday.
I said a very effusive 'yes', thrilled that no permanent damage had been done to our friendship due to my coldness at sailing school.
As the plan now was for a sleepover, I was invited for supper time. While I had enjoyed spending Saturday afternoon with Reese the week before (I was alone most of the time on weekends as my mother worked), I enjoyed what we did in the evening more, so I was totally fine with the change in time. I was used to amusing myself during the day and could spend the afternoon showering and picking clothes to wear.
I spend the most time choosing underwear. In fact, I went shopping a bought a tight pair of low-rise white briefs thinking he would like me in them (and, knowing he filled out briefs better than me, figured it might give me a competitive advantage).
When I arrived on Saturday, to my surprise, his parents and his sister were home. While my heart sank, I quickly resigned myself to the fact that what had happened the previous Saturday night might have been a one-time thing and settled in for family night.
We had a sit-down dinner with his family, which was very pleasant, and his parents (probably because they were rich and used to socializing) could talk about anything. The conversation flowed. And even his younger sister seemed to have much to contribute, whether we were talking about politics or school or even the history of Halifax, the area and the yacht club (all of which was new to me).
After dinner his mother got out some board games and we played board games until it was time for his sister to go to bed. At this point his mom suggested we brush our teeth, so we wouldn't have to go upstairs again, and informed us she had laid out sleeping bags for us in the basement (I don't know if Reese had fought for this over the past weeks since I last slept over or if she had done this on her own after feeling guilty for refusing his request the previous weekend).
After we brushed our teeth, Reese went to his room to change into his pjs. Then we went downstairs (his mom, I guess cause I turned down the offer of pjs the previous weekend, didn't offer me any bedclothes). His parents retired to their room, turning off all the lights on the main floor and hallways.
Reese put on the TV and found a movie and got in his sleeping bag. I stripped down to my tight white briefs, taking my time so he could check me out (on the off chance he had lost interest), and got into the other sleeping bag.
We watched the movie and, while both of us were clearly uninterested in it, neither made a move to turn it off. When it finished, Reese got up and turned it off, as well as the lights, and got back in his sleeping bag saying goodnight (though a little too loud than I thought was necessary).
I lay there in my briefs on my back and listened to his breathing. It didn't seem to change. There also didn't seem to be any sounds in the house.
"Are you awake," he whispered after a while.
"Yes," I said.
I could hear him moving around. Then I heard the zipper of his sleeping bag being undone and I felt his hands at the top of my sleeping bag as he undid its zipper and slid in next to me.
He was naked, so the movement must have been him taking off his pjs, that I guess he put on for his parents' benefit. Not only was he naked, I could feel his hard cock pressing into my hip as he took my arm and put it around his shoulder, snuggling in under my arm.
I reached down and placed my hand on his cock and he quickly removed it.
I whispered "you did that last Saturday too, why won't you let me touch you. I want to."
He whispered back, his face close to my face, so close I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he spoke, "I wanted to please you last week, no reciprocation."
"Then let me do it for you this week," I said.
"I am so horny when I am with you," he said. "I am afraid I will cum as soon as you start touching me."
"Is that a bad thing," I asked in all seriousness, because there was nothing I wanted more than to make him cum and ideally make him cum in my mouth as I had in his.
"I want it to last," he said.
I thought about this probably for a few minutes, as his hand began to trace the outline of my now rock-hard cock in my tight white briefs.
"Did you like sucking me," I asked.
"Oh yes," he said, will so much enthusiasm I was worried someone might hear.
Whispering even softer than before, to bring the volume down a notch, I said "what if we get in the 69 position and you suck on me and I will only take you into my mouth when I am close to cumming?"
Reese didn't have to think about it and within seconds he had my sleeping bag pushed back and was pulling on my briefs (and I was lifting my hips so he could get them off me). Then he moved around and had his head next to my crotch and his crotch was right next to my face.
It was dark, but the light from the streetlamps through the basement window was enough for me to make out that gorgeous thick cock.
Reese had my cock in his mouth and his hands on my hips almost immediately, working his rhythmic up and down motion without any encouragement from me.
I studied his cock and balls which were right in front of my face, admiring that thick cock and the tantalizing red engorged head. My hands played with his balls and ran over his stomach and sparse pubes. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to take his cockhead into my mouth.
His head worked up and down on my cock. Even lying on our sides, his head moved in that same steady pace up and down that had had done the first time. There was nothing hurried and I realized as his cock twitched in front of my face that he was not doing this steady rhythm out of deference to me and to heighten my pleasure (though it was definitely having that effect on me), he was doing it because he was mesmerised by my cock and his entire being was focused on my penis in his mouth and how it went in and out of his mouth. It was like he had hypnotized himself through sucking my cock.
Being on our sides meant he didn't have to prop himself up by resting his hand on my stomach and while I enjoyed his playing with my balls the week before, the fact that our only contact below my waist was his mouth moving up and down on my cock was having a new effect on me. Just as probably all of his consciousness was focused in his mouth as he felt my cock slide in and out of it, all of mine focussed on my cock head and shaft as the wetness and warmth of his head enveloped and then released it.
Without realizing it I had stopped moving my hands. I simply held his balls in one hand and had my other on his stomach, as all of my being focussed on my own penis and the way his mouth encased it. The only nerves in my body that were working seemed to be in my cock, which was wrapped in the warm wet glove of his mouth which slid up and down on it like a metronome.
I was shaken out of my trance when I realized that the tingling in the base of my feet and in my balls and in the pit of my stomach had begun. As the fog lifted I began to play once again with the balls in my hand and, with the other hand, I took hold of the shaft of his cock and aimed it towards my mouth.
His hand went instinctively down to push me away. He didn't want to cum before me. Yet I knew that I was starting to build to the point of no return and that once his cock was in my mouth, whatever I felt now as the begging of an orgasm would build incrementally as I had been fixated on his crotch for weeks. Since I had seen his cock naked and hard (so close to my face for the last probably 10 minutes while he sucked me) just having it in my mouth would make me cum.
I pushed his hand out of the way, not in defiant way; I was letting him know I was close and if I do this right we will cum at the same time. This seemed to reassure him and whatever tension I sensed in his body when he went to push me away from his cock immediately evaporated.
I took his cock into my mouth. It was so thick and hard and it was everything I knew it would be since the moment I saw it sticking up from between his thighs. My head immediately began moving up and down and while I probably should have matched his slow measured movements I was too turned on to go slow and pretty soon my head was moving up and down on his cock at an ever increasing pace.
It seems my frenzied movements had an effect on him and soon his head was moving as quickly as mine, and his hands were on my balls and stomach moving like mine were on him. Within a minute our balls had each tightened and we were shooting strand after strand of cum down each other's throat.
Even after the big volleys of cum had stopped, we each lay like that, with each other's cock in the other's mouth, savouring the flavour and the afterglow of having given one another our most secret personal possession.
As Reese had had my cock in his mouth much longer than I had his in mine, he was the first to take his mouth off me. I, however, kept his thick cock in my mouth, enjoying it softening in my mouth almost as much as I had enjoyed him being hard and him cumming in it minutes earlier.
I had to surrender his softening cock when Reese moved around so our heads were both at the top of the sleeping bag and, lying on his side looking at me in the dim light, he said "can I sleep in your sleeping bag with you."
"What if someone comes down," I asked, not as a way of dissuading him but out of genuine concern about being caught by his parents or by his sister.
"I can put my pjs on and if we have the zippers of the two sleeping bags touching, I can slide back into mine as soon as I hear someone coming," he said.
"OK," I said.
I started to reach for my briefs and he said "let me." He then got my briefs and put them on me, while I watched him in the dim light, naked, his now soft but still impressive size cock resting between his thighs as he maneuvered to get my tight white briefs up my legs and over my hips. As he put my cock into the front of my briefs and pulled them the last few inches to my waist he gave my now soft cock a little kiss.
He then put on his pjs, straightened our sleeping bags (which had gotten messed up during sex) and lined up the zippers before sliding into mine. I lay on my back and put my arm around him as he curled up under my arm, his leg across my thighs and head on my chest.
While I never sleep on my back, I was so content in that position I started to doze off. Reese woke me by gently moving my chest and said "you always sleep on your side, roll so you are facing away from me." In my half-awake state it registered that he must have been watching me while I slept.
As soon as I rolled on my side, he slid in behind me and he put his arm over my hips and his hand into the front of my briefs. As the briefs were tighter than the usual ones I wore, his hand was pressed hard against my cock and balls. In spite of the close confines, Reese played with my cock as I got hard again. While I got hard, it didn't get me horny (if that is possible) and I dozed off contentedly with his fingers playing with my hard cock, his hand snug against my cock and his firm compact body pressed against my back. I could feel his thick cock and amble balls against my ass through his pjs and my briefs, though I couldn't make out if that thickness was from him being hard again or just his usual heft.
In the morning, when I woke up, he had moved our sleeping bags apart to where his mother had first placed them, and the zipper of mine (and I am guessing his) was done up. I don't know when he did that. I just knew that if anyone had come down to wake us they would have had no idea that I had finally been able to suck on Reese's thick 15-year old cock and had swallow his cum like I had wanted to for weeks, which was my happiest moment from the previous night, more so than cumming in this cute boy's mouth for the second time in two weeks. Though, if I had to admit, my second blowjob was even more awesome than the first.
After sending his sister downstairs to wake us (thank god Reese had covered all trace of our previous night's escapades), we had breakfast and then set off on a family day. We went to Peggy's Cove and went out on a fishing boat, before my being dropped off at home.
Part of me felt guilty at being included in these family outings, something my mom and I never had time to do since she worked all the time, and a part of me felt guilty when I was with his parents over what he and I had been doing the last two Saturday nights in their basement. But whatever guilt I felt, I couldn't take my eyes off Reese's packed shorts even around his parents and his sister and I kept finding myself, as I checked him out, recalling his cock so close to my face and then after waiting for so long, tasting that ample cock and swallowing his load.
As soon as I got home I went to the bathroom to jack off and I jacked off three times that evening before I finally fell asleep.
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