"The Bad News if that I am getting Younger, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay Fantasy/Sci Fi
The next morning the alarm clock rang but Jeff stirred not. He did press the snooze button. This was a bad clock invention, especially this one, because it allowed endless snoozes. Jeff was a hard waker. Even when he finally got out of bed he kept his eyes closed as he padded to the bathroom.
Mechanically, still almost asleep, he rubbed lather on his face. Now he had to open his eyes, otherwise he might slit his throat with the razor. He noticed that his eyes looked bright. "I guess I had a good night's sleep," he said, almost aloud. Yes, that whites were really bright white and the slight puffs underneath were gone.
He ran the razor carefully and washed the soap off which each pass over his cheeks. A face was exposed. Jeff leaned in to get a closer look. Fuck, his receding hair line had filled in and it looked like it did a few years ago. This past two years had exposed a lot of forehead. But it was his face that surprised him. It also looked a few years younger. Those deep vertical lines at the side of his mouth were...were..just gone! There was a hard to pin down improvement in his skin in general. It looked clear, no brown spots.
This time he said it outloud. "I look good. I look ten years younger." And his prick. That was another story. It had been still since he woke up. It used to e like that when he was in college and off course before that too. That phenomenon had subsided the last few years. He accepted it, especially because those days he had to wank it off in the shower to get it to behave.
It must be Bill, Jeff mused, he got my juices going, he thought. It must be that. I haven't changed my diet or took any new medication, but why? How?
He stopped in the ground floor to have a second coffee with Jim. The bear-like Jim usually gave Jeff and bone crushing hug in greeting but this time he stood dumbfounded staring.
"You look g-o-o-o-d, man. You wearing makeup? Hair piece? What?"
"I don't know. I may have changed my bottled water brand. You think it's from the 'Fountain of Youth'".
Jim and Jeff since college have always had a brotherly, no sex, relationship but right now the big guy was stroking his full red beard and scratching his hairy chest in a pre- mode. He said, "You want me to fuck you. Right now?"
"No. Let's just stay pals. It's simpler." But he was still looking at me like I was dinner.
"Maybe it's the fountain of Bill. That kid makes me feel young. Incidentally, he has been plotting to "get" you for a long time."
"How could that be. This is the first time I saw him."
"Yeah but he has been picking stuff up from you studio many times. He says that you are so absorbed that you never even look up."
"Hey friend (and I underline that) I got to get to work. See you around lunch time, huh?"
Jim watched Jeff's retreating figure and called out, "Your ass looks so hot today?"
Jeff ignored that remark although he felt that life had taken a funny turn. He bounded up the three flights to his office and noted that he was not even slightly winded. He began setting up his camera and the product which was a cream pie made of plaster of Paris that photographed better than real whip cream.
In a moment he felt something beside him, some presence that radiated heat. Then that youthful voice, a slightly coarse, aggressive and sexy sound. "Hey turn around. How's my patient today."
But the cheer died as Jeff turned around. Billy's face went from eager to puzzlement and then to disappointment. "What have you done. Where's my daddy-type. Shit your belly is flat! You've lost your sex appeal."
"I don't have an explanation. It's mystery to me also. I seem to have shed ten years. I look like my picture of when I was about twenty nine, thinking I was getting old because I was soon to be thirty. What a jerk I was."
"Well," Bill said, almost bored and off handedly, "What you got in mind today...now."
"I thought...I'm pretty horny...you want to do something?"
"I could let you suck me off."
Jeff was crushed.
Jeff just stood there. He felt stupid as his eyes began to fill with tears. Bill ignored that as he smiled in a superior way which made him look a lot less handsome, and pulled down his shorts. He was slightly hard.
"Okay kiddy. You like? Get it interested, I only got about fifteen minutes before I have to get back to my deliveries and pickups."
Jeff looked down at the prick. Bill was seated now, his legs splayed. It sure was a beauty. Not big, but perfectly shaped. A smooth white tube with a shell pink head.
"If you're not going to do it, let me know. I got plenty of good looking mature guys on my route."
Jeff started to unbutton his top pants button.
"Don't do that. It's wasting time. Just pay attention to me."
Jeff sunk to his knees.
"That's the boy. When was the last time you did a guy?"
"Never," Jeff whispered and blushed.
"Oh great. This is getting a little interesting. I'm taking your cherry mouth."
Bills hand went out and was now on the back of Jeff's neck. Bill pressed and pulled Jeff toward his prick. Jeff could see that it was rising slightly and the delicate red head was emerging. Bill was getting turned on. Somehow that pleased f. He leaned in closer and took a deep breath. Oh, Jeff's head began to whirl from the delicious boy cock odor and his mouth began watering and dripping. He was a bit embarrassed.
Bill saw it all. Even though he was just twenty, he was wise in the ways of seduction. His handsomeness always assured that he would get a good bang out of sex. He felt his erection increasing and soon his mind stopped observing and just began feeling.
Jeff's mouth opened slightly and his lips automatically formed a trumpet mouth as he moved toward the fragrant boy pubes. He let the juicy head enter his mouth. His lips closed around it and settled just at the ridge behind the prick head. He heard Bill's breathing become audible and boy croaked. "That's a good cocksucker. You're making me happy. Isn't that good?"
Jeff nodded and believed it. Now the greedy Bill pushed hard on Jeff's neck and Jeff's mouth opened willingly bringing the now hard cock into the oven of his mouth. He began sucking it furiously. Bill grabbed Jeff's chin. "Easy boy. Don't rush it. Take your time, enjoy it."
But Jeff was avid. His tongue swirled around the rigid shaft and his mouth sucked furiously. Somewhere deep in his consciousness he knew there was a reward waiting. A reward of Bill's sweet boy milk. He had to have it.
Bill's hands fell helplessly at his side. The suctioning mouth had robbed him of his ascendency. He was a puppet giving in to the force of Jeff's onslaught.
Jeff could taste the powerful elixir of Bill's precum. It further pushed him to seek the ultimate. To bring that about he allowed the cock to slide deeper into his mouth and into his throat. He began swallowing rapidly from the intrusion and he head Bill moaning loudly and he hips were rising and falling in the chair.
"Oh you devil. You're a natural. You could go pro and make a fortune." But he couldn't continue, his feet were feeling the impending orgasm as it swept up his legs into his trembling thighs and into his ball sac and that arisen up against the base of his cock.
Jeff knew he was close to victory. For the moment he felt he was in charge and the cheeky boy was subdued. He reached out and tickled that balls and Bill began grunting like a pig. Then he reached up and tweaked Bill's now hard nibbles. His was something Bill would never permit as he thought it made him feel girlish, but now, in the throes of his coming explosion, he loved it and it pushed him over the edge.
"I'm goin' spill," he croaked.
Jeff was happy and he waited until at last the first powerful spurt hit his tongue. It was even better than he had hoped and his own cock, hard in his pant began to shoot. He kept sucking and spurt after spurt entered his greedy mouth. Finally it was over but he kept trying to extract more. Bill grabbed his forehead and pushed him off.
"Save some for next time you whore."
He got up, slid up his pants and gave a thumbs up and disappeared out the door. Jeff was still on his knees feeling his soaked underwear and cooling spooge in there. Now he felt a little like he had been seduced into this heavy sexual servicing. But then, he prick began to get hard again as he replayed the scene.
End Part Three