The Wishing Well

The Wishing Well Chapter 5

"So, did you have a good time?" I asked Scott as we sat in the back seat of the car.

"Yeah, I'm glad you invited me." Scott said smiling. "I haven't ever done anything like that."

"What did you do after we went off with Frank?" I asked him.

He scooted closer to me so he could talk softer. "We were still talking about his competitions."

Scott began...

"This is what my brother and I looked like when we were little kids." Cliff was telling me.

I couldn't believe it. Cliff was showing me his childhood pictures. He and his twin were tall and skinny and looked exactly alike. They hardly looked the same now as in those pictures. "This is really you guys?" I asked. "So, what made you decide to change?"

"When me and my brother were freshmen, there was a few older students who seemed to think they were in charge." Cliff paused, recalling the time. "These guys were known for their nasty and mean freshman initiation shit they did." Cliff paused again as he took a drink of his beer. "Some of us freshmen had heard of what these guys had done, so we tried to watch out for them." Cliff paused again.

"So, one day I was going home from school, late and by myself, when I rounded a corner and literally ran into two of those goons. What do we have here? One of them said. They quickly pulled me into a nearby alley. Even though I was taller than these two guys, they out muscled me by a long shot." Cliff stopped and took a long breath.

"One guy held me as the other guy easily pulled down my basketball shorts and underpants. As I tried to stop him the other guy pulled my shirt up over my head. The guy pulling my pants off was now able to get them all the way off. Then my shirt was taken the rest of the way off."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"So, the boys now had everything but my shoes and socks in their hands." Cliff continued. "Holy shit, look at that dick? Have a fun time going home! Then they calmly walked away with my clothes. All I could do was sit down and cry. I was so mad for not being able to defend myself! I don't know how long I was sitting there crying, but I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder."

Cliff smiled at this point. "This is where it gets better! See, this guy worked in the building next to the alley and had opened the alley door to empty his garbage. He gently took me inside and gave me a robe to wear. I was hardly aware of being moved. He gave me some water and I started to come around. He asked me what had happened. He tried to stay calm, but I could tell he was getting madder as I explained. He had me call my mom. She headed over right away. While we waited for her, my rescuer told me what the business is that we were in."

Cliff smiled wide at this point. "The place was a gym! The next day, both Frank and I started working out there after school." Cliff looked directly in my eyes. "That's the day our lives changed forever!"

"Wow!" I said, "that is so cool!"

"Come and look at the other room down here." Cliff said as he got up from the couch.

I followed him down a hall and he opened a door and turned on the lights in the windowless room.

"This is our home workout room." He said.

The room was huge. Mirrors covered the walls, which made the room look bigger. But what was really interesting was that half the room looked exactly like the other half. Cliff explained that being twins, it just made sense to make the room like this.

"Frank and I also own a couple of public gyms, we do our workout's there sometimes, but most of the time we prefer to do our workouts here." He told me.

"I wish I could workout in private. I couldn't handle people watching me. I'm..." I said to Cliff. That's when he suggested I could workout here and he'd help me! "What!?" I said. Cliff repeated it twice.

"Really?" I still didn't believe what he suggested. He works with movie stars, for fucks sake!

He says, "Yeah! How about starting on Monday?"

"SURE!" I told him. "I don't have to work Monday, what time?"

We set up a time and he started showing me around the room. At one point I saw our reflections in the mirror. The difference between Cliff and I made me almost reconsider.

"I can't see it making me look like you." I said quietly.

Cliff was so nice. He said, "I shouldn't want to look like him, but to look like me and what I wanted me to look like." I think I looked surprised at his comment.

"Hey!" he smiled, "just because you have muscles doesn't mean you don't have brains."

I had to laugh with him. Then he surprised me again.

"Let's see what we have to start with, ok?" Cliff said as he started unbuttoning my work dress shirt.

Thinking back now, I probably should have been worried about him doing that. But the pot and beer...and I had a feeling I could trust him.

We both looked at my chest in the mirror. Then Cliff ran his hand across my chest.

"You have a nice body." His fingers rubbed across my nipples.

My cock was getting hard, fast. All I could do was watch us in the mirror. I watched his hand move down and rub my cock. I continued to watch as he undid my pants and they dropped to the floor. It was like watching a video! He stood behind me and his hands lowered my briefs. My hard cock shot out.

"You have a beautiful cock." Cliff said. He put his hand around it and pumped up and down twice. The third time I came...hard. I was so wacked out, Cliff had to hold be up. When I came back around, I asked Cliff if he wanted me to, ya know.

"Naw, that's ok." He said, "maybe next time." He helped me get dressed. "Let's go find your friends."

"And that's when we ran into you." Scott told me as he finished his story.

"Hey, I'm glad you came along too." I told him as the car pulled up to his house.

"Thanks again." Scott said as he got out of the car.

I had the driver wait until Scott got inside before we drove off.

As soon as we took off, my senses gave me a strong dose of sexual tension coming from the driver. So, I thought one more bit of fun before I crash for the night would be great! The driver wasn't bad looking. He could have been a little older than the twins. Maybe has kids in college? And I knew he was listening to Scott tell his story. Even I got horny listening to it.

"Um, Jerry?" I started saying. "Do you mind if I could sit up front. I tend to get carsick back here." I asked.

"Uh, sure." He said as he pulled over to the side of the road. "It's not really company policy. But I'd prefer you not getting sick in my car." He explained.

I could care less about policy. I just wanted to see what was in his pants, and I couldn't do that from the back seat.

"Thanks." I said as I put the seatbelt on, then I squeezed his thigh. I heard him suck in a breath. I leaned back in the seat so he could see my hard cock through my jeans. I pretended to fall asleep.

"Oh mannnn..." I muttered a minute later, "can't you fuck me one more time..."

Then right after that, "you don't need lube, just use the cum leaking out my ass..." and I rubbed my crotch.

About that time, we arrived at the apartment. I pretended to still be out of it. He tried to shake me awake.

"Oh hey, can you take me to my door...I'll tip you really good." I said, slurring my words a little.

"Uh...fuck." I heard him say. "Yeah, whatever." He didn't sound very happy, but I knew that wasn't true because I saw him pull on his dick through his pants a couple times on the drive over.

He came around and grabbed me around the waist to keep me steady as I stepped out of the car. He even slipped his hand down to my ass and squeezed a couple times. I made sure to moan quietly when he did that. At one point I `stumbled' and grabbed his dick through his pants. It felt nice and hard cock.

"Here's your door." Jerry said. I slumped against him.

"Can you get my keys out of my pocket? I don't think I can open the door." I said.

"Um, ok." He said. So, he could put his other hand in my pocket.

"That's not my keys." I giggled when his fingers felt my hard cock next to my pocket. "Other pocket." I said.

He shifted me to his other arm. I got another feel of his cock as he did. He put his hand in the other pocket and pulled out my keys. After opening the door, we stumbled in.

I weaved my way to the bedroom. "Your tip is in here." I slurred. As soon as I got out of sight, I got out of my clothes as fast as possible. I walked back out naked and hard. "Here's your tip!" I said as I leaned over the easy chair with my ass in the air.

"I don't know that I..." He tried to say, but he didn't run out of the apartment.

"Sure, you do, you've been hard since we got in your car!" I told him and spread my ass cheeks with my hands. "Just listen to your small head and fuck me till you leave your cum with the rest still up my ass."

He stood behind me and felt my ass with a shaky hand. I heard him moan very quietly. Then I heard his zipper. He dropped his pants and I felt his cock head touch my hole. The two loads from earlier leaking out my ass.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned when he suddenly shoved his tool all the way up my ass. "Your cock is fucking hot!" I told him as he started fucking me.

"Fuck yeah, your ass is hot, too!" Jerry moaned as he began to pound my ass.

"Fuck yeah, daddy, breed my ass." I said. I could feel his cock get harder. He was so horned up from listening to Scott, he was not going to last much longer. The man started pounding my ass even harder.

"Mmmmm! Take my load Robert!" He yelled as he spunked up my ass with the third different load of cum tonight!

He pulled out as soon as he was done. Putting away his still dripping cock and pulling up his pants, he was quickly at the door.

"Who's Robert?" I asked him with my ass leaking his cum. His hand was on the handle.

"He's my son." Jerry said with a smile. He closed the door on his way out.

Two things came to mind right then. First, fuck that was hot! And Two, I'm gonna have to keep a look out for any Robert's that might be around my age! I locked the door and made it to the bathroom to pee. Sliding into bed, I was out in an instant.

I woke up extremely hungry. I saw that it was noon the next day. I still had some cereal and milk left, so I made a big bowl of that and sat on the couch.

After the second bowl, I noticed there was two missed calls from this morning. They were both from my job. My job I had when I was forty-two. I was supposed to be there this morning. They're probably wondering where I was. I was quite sure that I couldn't tell them I was seventeen again!

The best thing I could come up with was to stall for time. So, I called my work.

"Martin Foods." A female voice said.

"Yes, a, I'm Lucas Miller? Um, Lucas Miller is, um, my uncle?" I said.

"Ok, let me send you to Accounting." She said.

"Lucas!" My boss, Mr. Dwayne Bagg, otherwise known to his co-works as D-bag, answered the phone. "Where the hell are ya!" He yelled in the phone.

"Um, this is Lucas, his nephew." I explained, "He's not here, I mean at his home, here." I was trying to be as nervous sounding as possible, which wasn't that hard to pull off.

"Oh, well, do you know where his is?" D-bag said a little kinder.

"No, uh, he said he had to go back to work right after I got here on Friday." I said.

"What?" D-bag said, "I don't know why he was called back in."

"Well, I don't know." I said, "I all know for sure was that I was in the shower when he said he had to go to work and when I came out of the shower, he was gone, as well as my suitcase full of clothes, my cellphone and my wallet!" I said. "He left his wallet and phone here."

I've been thinking about how to explain the disappearance of my old self. Now that I've told it to someone, I'm going to have to stick with the same story. I figured it's not too far from the truth. So, it shouldn't be hard to keep straight.

"He what?" D-bag yelled. The man had two volumes, LOUD and YELLING! Hence the name.

"Yeah," I said, "I thought he might have had to go out of town?"

"No, that would never happen for him to do something out of town." D-bag said. He's being nice to the 17-year-old kid he thought he was speaking to. Usually there involved a lot of words you can't say on television!

"Well, I don't know where he is, I was hoping he would call about leaving his phone here." I told the ass.

"Well, if he doesn't call, or come in tomorrow, he's fired!" D-bag was yelling again. I think he just liked to hear himself say `YOU'RE FIRED!', because he was well known for it.

"Yeah, I'll do tell him that if I see him." I said. I could hardly keep from telling him how much of an asshole he is for the lack of concern for one of his employees. But then I thought, I will not ever have to talk to this guy again. Because his Lucas Miller will never be seen again.

"Damn it!" The man muttered, "we're gonna have to audit the damn books. There better not be anything..." Click. The call ended. He didn't even say goodbye.

That went well, considering. Hopefully, that will be the end of old Lucas Miller. There's no family to care about me and the company I worked for won't care because there will be nothing found wrong with any funds. Forty-two-year-old Lucas Miller has disappeared without a trace. There's no missing person case because nobody cares that he's missing.

In a way, that thought made me a little sad. If no one misses you when you are gone, did you even really exist in the first place? But after thinking about all the sex I've had in just the last three days; my sadness didn't last long.

Ok, enough. Time to make the most of this second time around. I have the knowledge of an adult and the sexual energy of a teenager! I'll get to answer that eternal question. If you knew then what you knew now? I, apparently, have an unlimited amount of money. It seems I only have my imagination as to what I could do!

Right now, I need to take a shower. I still had crusty cum sticking to my ass and I smelled like a teenager!

The shower done, I put on my last pair of clean underpants, socks and a muscle tee. I had to wear the same and only jeans I had. They were starting to get a little dirty. I definitely had to buy some more clothes. A lot more clothes.

So off to the mall food court because I'm still hungry, then shopping. Time to start using this card!

I got in my car. Wait. Not my car. My `uncles' car. I should get a new car! I decided right after food and clothes to see about that. So, I left the old piece of shit car and called for a driver.

The driver turned out to be Jerry again. What were the odds?

"Hi Jerry, didn't expect to see you so soon!" I told the obviously nervous man.

"Hi...Lucas." He said.

There was a slight pause between us.

"Uh, Lucas..." The man started to say.

"Hey, uh Jerry." I interrupted him, "Just forget about last night if you like. We'll just forget it ever happened. Ok?"

"Uh, yeah." Jerry said, visibly calmer. "Thanks."

I really wanted to ask him more about Robert.

We got to the mall with no problems, except for the still uncomfortable feelings. I went straight to the food.

I ate a lot of food. Not all at one place, because I didn't want to draw attention to myself, but I did hit just about every place there. I finally felt full. My total was close to $100.

I was just about to go into Macy's to see if Aaron was working when I almost bumped into him at the food court.

"Hey, Aaron!" I said smiling to the surprised boy. "I was just going to see if you are working today?" I looked him over making him blush. "By the looks of it, you are." He had on the same shirt and slacks as last time.

"Hey Lucas." Aaron smiled back, "Yeah, I was just heading back after having a break."

"Cool!" I said, "I was hoping you could be my salesman again."

"Sure!" He said smiling even more. "Um, let me clock back in and I'll be right back."

He left me in the young adult section while he went to take care of that. I was looking through some pants when I heard a voice from behind me.

"Can I help you with anything?" He said awfully close to my ear. It made me jump a little.

"Um, no." I started saying, "Aaron's going to help me." Then I noticed that the man was the creepy shoe guy from last time.

"Aaron isn't here right now, so I will help you." The creepy guy said.

"No, he's here. He's just getting off his break." I told him.

"Well...since he's not here RIGHT NOW, I will help you." He said rather forcefully.

"That's ok," I told him, trying to keep cool, "I can wait."

"Well he has other things he's going to need to do after his break, so I will help you." The man said now obviously lying.

"But I don't want you to help me." I said calmly.

"Then I will have you thrown out." He said quietly in my ear. "I've done it before, so don't fuck with me."

Just then I saw Aaron standing in his backroom door watching what was happening. You could see the concern on his face from where I was. Fortunately, Aaron was behind creepy salesman, so he didn't see Aaron standing there. Along with Aaron was another man. I saw Aaron point at us and say something to this man. Then the man said something to Aaron and started walking this way. Aaron stayed behind still looking quite concerned.

"Is everything ok Author?" He asked the salesman.

"No Mr. Lattus. This boy was going to steal something." Creepy guy said.

"WHAT!" I yelled. "You're fucking lying!" I said in a quieter voice.

"Of course, you deny it. You teens have no problem lying or stealing." The creep said.

"Ok, well listen to this." I said very calmly.

I pulled out my phone and hit playback on the recording I just made. When it got to the part about being able to throw people out of the store, the creep's face went white and the managers face went red. I was slightly comical.

"Mr. Chester," The manager fumed, "Stand over there and wait for security to escort you off the property. You are hereby suspended pending a further review of your employment."

"BUT..." Chester started to say.

"Oh good. We don't have to wait." The manager said. "Here's security now."

The manager told security what needed to be done and off Chester went. Much to the dismay of Chester and to the relief of Aaron.

The rest of the shopping went very well. I noticed Aaron was much more at ease then he was last time. Also, that a lot of his fellow salespeople seemed to like him. I got good vibes from all of them.

Between the time it took for me to buy enough clothes and accessories, and the time it took to get rid of the creep, Aaron's shift was nearly over. I bought A LOT of stuff. I asked Aaron if it were possible to hold the clothes and stuff until a little later this evening and I would pick it up then. He smiled and said no problem. He's smiled A LOT ever since we started my little shopping spree! I think I made him a bit of money today.

"So, you have any plans after work?" I asked Aaron.

"No, nothin' planned." He answered.

"Hey, well. I got my trust fund money yesterday." I explained to him, "That's how I paid for all these clothes."

"Ok?" Aaron said.

"Well anyway, I need to buy a car, so I was wondering if you might want to come and help me pick one out?" I said.

"Now?" He asked surprised.

"Yeah, whenever you are ready." I told him.

Just as luck would have it, his manager came over to thank me for still buying all that I did. Even after what Chester tried to pull. I told him not a problem. The problem was dealt with very well and I still wanted my friend Aaron to fix me up!

Aaron smiled more.

"Yes, well. Because of the hard work he's done he can head out now." The manager, Mr. Lattus said with a smile of his own.

"Thanks." Aaron said and quickly went off to clock out and get his stuff from his locker.

Aaron was back in less than a minute.

"I'm ready!" Aaron said breathlessly. He had his backpack with him.

"Ok!" I said, "let's go buy a car." I grabbed him around the shoulders and off we went.

I knew there were a couple different car dealerships within a few blocks of the mall. The first was a Ford dealer. Aaron and I walked around for a few minutes and no salesmen came near us. I like Ford and I might have bought one, but to me, service is everything. Just because I'm just a teenager is no reason to avoid me. So, we went to the next place.

The Dodge dealership turned out to be a little better. A salesman approached us as soon as we stepped inside the building.

"Looking for your dream car, fellas?" The salesman asked us.

My smarmy sense kicked in right away. But I didn't need my heightened sense to tell me that this guy was even worse than Aaron's former coworker! If there was a stereotypical car salesman, this was it! The suit, the tie, the big belly. It was hard not to laugh at the man.

Until I saw him squeeze Aaron's ass. Aaron did not look happy. Neither was I.

So, the last place within walking distance was a Porsche dealership. The same thing happened to us there that happened at the Ford place. Aaron and I were just about to walk out of that place when a salesman approached us.

"Sorry, have anyone helped you yet!" The man asked.

"Nope." I said as I looked the man over. He looked to be college aged, well built and he fit his pants well! I thought he would be looking at me, but I noticed his eyes were on Aaron.

Interesting!

"Are you guys looking to buy, or are you just looking?" He asked as he smiled at Aaron.

"Um..." The man switched his eyes to me, "I'm looking to buy a car." I said.

"Oh really!" The salesman said, "My name is John. What are you looking for?"

"I'm not sure, maybe a convertible." I said. "This one's pretty cool looking?"

"The 911 Turbo Cabriolet?" John said raising an eyebrow.

"What the hell..." I heard Aaron mutter.

"Ok, you're probably thinking I'm wasting your time." I told salesman John. I took out my credit card. "Check the limit on my card and we'll move on with the sale." I told the man.

"I don't think you're wasting my time. But my manager..." John pointed at an office on the second floor, "he thinks I'm always wasting my time. So, I'll check this out, just for him." He said. He winked and smiled as he walked off to check the limit on the card.

As soon as John walked off, Aaron started talking. "Can you really buy this car?" He asked me. "It costs $195,000!!" He said pointing at the window sticker.

"Yeah," I told him, "I wasn't really thinking of something like this, but those other two places pissed me off!"

Although I may have looked calm on the outside, my gut was doing flips. Was I really going to be able to buy something like this? Was the Wishing Well telling the truth?

I looked up at the office of the manager. I saw him holding my card. Suddenly he shot up from his chair and came running out to me.

"Mr. Miller, let me apologize profusely for keeping you waiting." The man said. "I will personally take care of your purchase."

John didn't look incredibly happy right now.

"Oh, well John here was helping us..." I tried to say, but the manager cut me off.

"Now you are looking at the Cabriolet?" The manger continued.

I was getting the same feelings about this guy as I had about the one at Dodge.

"I would like John here to help me out." I told the manager rather loudly.

He looked surprised. He looked like he was about to say something when his face went into a fake smile. "Certainly." He said. Then he looked at John and then back at me. "Let me know if there are any problems." He said curtly and walked back to his office.

"Well, uh, thanks." John said warmly.

"He was trying to take your commission, wasn't he?" I asked John.

The man didn't answer, but he did look uncomfortable. That was now the second time today that someone tried that with me.

"Ok, so!" He switched into his happy face again. "This car is a demonstration model. There are several different colors along with interiors to choose from." John started to explain. "Let's take a seat and go through the options." He led us over to a comfy couch. "Would you like something to drink?" He offered. We told him a coke would be nice. After he came back, we got down to business.

It took two hours to get it done. During that time, I told him a little about my new financial status.

No, I didn't tell him about the Wishing Well. I lied. I said I just got an inheritance, which is the same thing I told Aaron.

"Thank you for your purchase today, Mr. Miller." Salesman John said to me as we finished up. "Your car will be ready in a week or so." He reminded me.

"Ok, I was hoping to have something to take home tonight. But this will give me time to find a place of my own to live. Right now, I'm staying at my uncle's place. It's not a neighborhood that you can leave a car like this out on the street and expect it to be there in the morning."

"We can give you a loaner to use while you wait." The manager suggested.

"No, like I said, the neighborhood is not the greatest. We can just call a car to take us home." I said.

"I'd be willing to give you boy's a lift home. It's the least I can do for you. After all, considering what you just bought." John offered. I'm getting some interesting and hot vibes coming from John.

"Sure, if it's not out of your way." I said. I gave him the address and off we went.

"You live here?" John said as we pulled up to the apartment.

"Yeah," I said, "not the kind of place for the kind of car I just bought." John just nodded his head in agreement.

John stopped the car. "Would you like to come in for a bit?" I asked him as we got out of the car.

I could see his mind spinning. "No...I better head home; I have to work tomorrow." He said. "We'll be giving you a call when your car is ready. Take it easy." And he drove off.

Dang, I was getting hard thinking of some fun.

"He was kinda hot." I commented to Aaron as we walked into my apartment.

"Yeah, he reminded me of a catalog model." Aaron said. "Kinda preppy hot."

"Would you like a beer?" I asked the redhead as I went to the fridge.

"Sure!" He said as he sat down on the couch.

I handed him his beer and he took a drink.

"You know he had his eyes on you the whole time!" I casually told him as I sat down.

Aaron started choking on his beer. Apparently, he didn't notice the constant glances going his way.

"WHAT!" Aaron choked out. "No way, man!"

"Yeah," I said, "I noticed that from the minute he said hello. He couldn't keep his eyes off you."

"Wow, that's not right." He said, "Anyone can tell that you're the hot one." I could see that he was trying to make sense of this.

"Aw, Aaron." I started telling him, "Hasn't anyone told you how good looking you are?" He looked at me like I was nuts. "Yeah, you have this red hair that makes you stand out, your glasses give you this nerdy hot boy look, and the freckles top it off." His face was now red. "And the innocent red face look you have right now is making my dick hard."

He turned to face me and was about to say something when I kissed him on the lips. After a second of surprise, he kissed me back and our tongues started dancing together.

"Oh, man..." Aaron took a breath and sighed as we pulled apart. "I didn't think you would...I mean, I thought that one time would have been it."

"I was hoping that it wasn't a one-time thing." I told the surprised boy. I smiled lewdly. "Wanna get naked?" I said as I started to unbutton his shirt.

"Yeah..." he smiled, "...more than ever."

We both stood up and I think in record time we were naked and staring at each other's boners. His, at least six inches, was throbbing. Just like mine, at nine inches, was.

He took my cock in his hand and pulled on it. The head leaked out some precum. I looked at his face and could tell he desperately wanted to suck it. I gently pushed him down onto his knees. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around where his hand just was.

"Mmmm..." I moaned as his redhead went down on my cock. His hands grabbed my ass as he started sucking on my hard-teen cock. He tried to take too much at one point and gagged. "Just take what you can." I told him.

He started doing a much better job, because I could feel my cock pump out more precum.

"Mmmmm..." The boy moaned around my cock as he took more of it farther down his throat.

I grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth. Between thinking of the hot car salesman and this hot redhead, I was about to blow.

"Aaron, I'm..." I was about to tell him I was close. He moaned again and held onto my ass tighter. "...cumming!" I fired off a full load of cum.

He tried hard to swallow my load. He did a good job. Just a little was leaking down his chin. I wiped the cum off his chin with my wet cock and he licked it off. I pulled him back to his feet at kissed him again, tasting my sweet cum still in his mouth.

We sat back down on the couch to catch out breath and have a drink.

"That was awesome!" Aaron said smiling.

I noticed his dick was still hard. I also noticed part of a joint was still on the coffee table. I thought of a great idea for Aaron.

I picked up the joint and lit it. I took a hit and handed it to Aaron. He managed to handle his hit better than the other day. I took another hit and handed it back. When I gave it back to Aaron, I got off the couch and kneeled between his legs.

"Take a hit and hold it as long as you can." I told him as the weed started working.

When he started to take in the horny inducing smoke, I went down on his hard cock. I could hear him suck in his breath, and smoke, as I went down on him.

"Hummmm..." The boy moaned as the drug worked on his mind. He blew out the smoke. "I don't think I'm..." He started to say. "Oh FUCK!!" Was all he could say as his cum started to fill my mouth. For a sixteen-year-old, he sure makes a lot of cum. And so tasty too. "Mmm, fuck, fuck, fuck." He kept saying.

When I had cleaned off his cock, I looked up his smooth boy chest to see his head leaning back on the couch with his mouth open, gasping for breath.

I sat back down on the couch still relishing the sweet taste of the 16-year-old boy's cum. It took a full minute for the boy to speak. I watched his chest rise and fall with each breath. A smile started to form on his mouth.

"That. Was. The. Most. AWESOME blow job everrrr!" Aaron gushed and then started laughing. "Wow!" He added and took a drink of his beer.

"You should see yourself now." I said, "Even after you've drained your balls, you're still a hot looking naked dude.

I wish I could say that he stayed the night and we fucked our brains out. But it was getting late again and since Aaron, like most sixteen-year old's, had parents. They wanted him home at a certain time.

We got dressed and I drove him home. I at least got to see where he lived. And to my relief, it was in a better neighborhood then the one I'm currently living in.

Something I'm going to have to work on next. Maybe tomorrow?

More to cum!