teen2b slow)(24/56)
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If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read a lot of background, before you get any mindblowing sex scenes.
If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
Thanks to those who are encouraging me to continue with the presentation of this series.
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To Fulfill a Prophesy
Section 24
Digger - Saturday morning
I did everything I could think of to keep Jamie busy. He was in classes until noon, but by one minute after twelve he was pacing back and forth in my rooms, ready to go. He packed and repacked all day yesterday and also again this morning before class. He knew the limo would not be here to pick us up to take us to the small airport until 3:00 p.m. and he had nothing left to do now, except pace through my rooms.
"What if he changes his mind ?" I was asked several times. "What if the plane won't fly and they can't get us this weekend ? What if..."
"Whoa, mate." I finally said. "What if you worry yourself to death before they do get here ?" He didn't see any humour in that or anything else. I sent him to run a couple errands for me. Then we went to the cafeteria for lunch. After some first class delaying tactics on my part, we returned to my rooms in time to haul my luggage out to the entry and by the time we locked up, the limo arrived.
Standing near the end of the runway, we saw the plane approach, land and taxi over to a position near us. I was forced to insist Jamie wait until the plane came to a full stop. When the hatch opened and two men stepped down and began walking toward us, he could contain himself no longer and took off at a run toward them. I recognized Ted walking toward us, so I knew the man running to meet Jamie had to be Dean McAdams. Although I've worked for the Corp. for several years before this assignment, I was stationed in Europe, so I never before met Dean in person. When we grouped together, Ted introduced me and I was astonished how much Jamie looked like his father. It would be easy to pick one out, having seen the other.
When we boarded the airplane, I was introduced to the two boys Ted had told me about, when we last talked on the telephone. Then I met the rest of the staff. It wasn't hard to tell Jason and Dale were a couple, but the one who really grabbed my attention was Anson. I've been in lust at first sight before, but that's not what this was. There was much more to it. I was aroused by him, but I found I wanted to know him as a person. I wanted him to know me, to want me, to trust me and I wanted to be there for him when he needed someone. I wanted this young man to let me be important to him, I wanted him to need me above all others. Never before had I experienced feelings like these about another human, much less someone I had just met.
The entire flight my attention kept wandering back to Anson. He was very handsome and when he smiled it made me light up. I really had it bad. As Ted talked at our meeting, I had to force myself to concentrate on the topic. I was promoted from sergeant to lieutenant and the only relevance it had to me was that Anson was also a Lieutenant. We congratulated Dale on being promoted to Captain and I realized I should take a little time to assess my new commander. He struck me as a very competent leader. He was friendly and open to me as a new colleague and he bore a definite mastery of confidence about him. He was no Slave material, he was a dominant presence, but his and Jason's relationship did not appear to function on a level of that kind. I wondered how Anson fit in with them, because they all obviously had personal relationships beyond just working together.
When we looked over the blue prints for the `cabin', we realized it was huge and very unique in its setting. Dale made assignments and we prepared to do some work. It was really nice to get back to something other than the duties I had been carrying out these past eight month and it was good to be part of a team instead of on my own. Shortly after we landed, everything was settled and we were off on a tour of the buildings led by Dean. Ted had told me I would like these people and he was right. The only one I hadn't really had a good look at was the little Chinaman. It was easy to see he was the man behind the scenes who made sure everything ran smoothly, but I couldn't quite see where he was as important as Ted had indicated.
After a great dinner, Ted and Dean took the young boys swimming. I figured it was a chance to get to know my fellow team members, but when I started looking for them, I found they too were planning on going to the pool. I asked them to wait for me while I got a bathing suit, but they all laughed and said I wouldn't need one. Fine with me. I guess I would get an opportunity to check Anson out a little more completely than I had anticipated. When I looked around at the naked bodies playing together in the pool, I could see no one was wanting physically. Each man there was a fitting example of exactly what men should look like. All were fit and trim, well developed and amply endowed. There was a range from moderately hirsute to limited hair. When I checked out Anson, he was absolutely gorgeous. Talk about your ideal, all American, boy next door and he fit the bill. I had to force myself to not stare at him, because my dick was starting to lengthen. I really enjoyed swimming and lounging in the pool with the others. The three boys were a lot of fun and I noticed everyone spent time with each of them, not as a duty, but because each of us enjoyed their company.
We all showered and dressed in the locker room after our swimming was done and then we relaxed together in the rec room. The bar was open and a cold draft really hit the spot. I noted Anson also drank draft, so did all the other gents for that matter. Anson settled in playing some board games with the kids and was really good at interacting with them. It was easy to see Davey and Denny were very attached to him and Jamie seemed to have quickly taken to him as well. I guess I sort of hovered over them, not really prepared to join in, but not wanting to be too far away if Anson wanted something. God, I was almost making a fool out of myself. I saw Dale and Jason watching me and knew they were aware of my interest in Anson. I hoped they didn't think I was just trying to steer him into my bed. I decided we were going to have to talk about this at some point.
Poker helped me take my mind off my obsession, but when he ended up sitting next to me at the table, I knew if a hand came down to the two of us, I would likely fold and let him have it. Luckily it didn't come to that. He is young and not too skilled in the ways of the game. Lots to learn yet. My mind wandered as I found myself wondering about his skills in bed and whether there were things he would need to learn yet. God, thinking with the little head again, it always got me into trouble. After the popcorn roast we were all stuffed. I guess Denny must get up early in the morning, because Ted gave him a clock and made sure he knew not to wake anyone up before 7:30 a.m. The poker game resumed for awhile and the boys were taken off to bed at certain times. Ted and Dean sure share in looking after those boys. They are lucky young men having two people who care so much about them, but I guess they have more than two, because I think my three counterparts care as much for their boys as I do for Jamie.
When Dean came back from tucking the older boys into bed, he and Ted decided to call it a night. After they were gone it was just the four of us, the little Chinaman had disappeared some time before.
"How long has that been going on ?" I asked no one in particular.
"You mean Dean and Ted ?" Jason responded. I nodded. "As best as I can figure it, about three days."
"Well it's about time." I stated. "As long as I've known Ted, he's been looking after Dean and I always thought, he'd been in love with him the whole time."
"How long have you known Ted ?" Anson asked me.
"About five years." I answered. "We met when he was on vacation in Australia, back when he took vacations. I was in the Military Police, Shore Patrol in the Navy. I was off duty and a little drunk one night. I had this bad, bad habit of picking fights with the biggest guy in a place. I have a black belt, so I was pretty cocky and when I had too much to drink, my ethics use to disappear. One night, Ted was the biggest guy and I picked a fight. He wouldn't fight me and it just made me madder and meaner. I made the first move and he held me off with defensive counter moves for some time. I finally was in such a fit of anger, I tried to fight dirty. That finally offended his ethics and he wiped the place up with me. He taught me a lesson in humility I'll never forget and I haven't gotten drunk since."
"And he offered you a job ?" Jason queried.
"He kept tabs on me for about six months, until I was discharged." I told them. "When he satisfied himself I would never again betray the ethic, he hired me and I've worked for him ever since. I say it that way because in my own mind, I have always worked for him, not the Corp."
"I think we all feel the same way." Dale said. "We all respect Dean very much and our job is to protect him, but we work for Ted. He hired us, he trained us and he is our `Boss'." After agreeing, Jason and Anson went over to the bar to draw another round of beers.
"Dale, I need to ask you about something." I quickly mentioned while the other two guys were occupied. He looked directly at me, waiting, without saying anything. "You might have noticed, in fact I'm sure you noticed, I've been like a love sick calf, fawning over Anson, ever since I met him." Dale continued to look at me without any comment. "Well, I wanted to tell you I'm not out to just lure him into my bed, well I don't mean I wouldn't like him in my bed, I mean there's something else about the boy, that just has me so yearning to be near to him. I can't explain it, I've never been attracted to anyone like this before." He was still looking at me when the others returned to the table with four new glasses of beer.
"Anson," Dale said and suddenly I felt like sliding under the table, "what do you think about our new friend Digger, here ?" Anson looked confused for a second and then he turned a bright, rosy red.
"I think he's a nice guy." Anson replied to Dale's question. Anson's eyes flicked over to look at me, but immediately returned to glancing between Dale and Jason.
"Yeah, he's a nice guy," Dale continued, "but would you be interested in spending the night with him ?"
"I don't think....." Jason started to say, but Dale held up a single finger and glanced at him, silently indicating `not now' and Jason stopped speaking.
"I might be interested, when I knew him better, but not now." Anson said. "You know how I feel about commitment and trust."
"And how would you feel if Digger spent the night with the three of us ?" Dale asked.
"Don't I get to say anything about this ?" Jason interrupted.
"No. Not at the moment." Dale told him firmly. "Well Anson, what do you think ?"
"It would depend on what roles we were taking." he answered. "If you were taking control, it would be okay, because you know my limits and I trust you to respect them."
"Digger is use to being the Master of his own domain." Dale explained. "He would not be comfortable, having another Master oversee his activities."
"Then I would have to say `No', until I knew him better and trusted him, like I do you." Anson replied.
"Could I know what Anson's limits are ?" I questioned. Everyone was quiet for a moment and Dale looked over to Anson.
"I will submit, if a Master will train me fairly. I will accept discipline, as long as it is not unreasonable or excessive." Anson told me. "I am not experienced in very much and need a great deal of coaching. If I have had enough and say STOP', then the activity must stop. If I must say stop', on more than any two separate occasions, then we are not compatible and we are totally done. I will not have anal intercourse, until I know I love my partner."
"And if those conditions are all acceptable to me ?" I asked.
"Then I would have to know you, well enough to trust you." he answered.
"And what if I wanted just to be near you and hold you and I was willing to do so, under the supervision of another Master, who you trusted ?" I proposed.
"You could do those things, without going to bed with me," he replied, "but if you wanted to do that, while you gained my trust, then I would be very happy to be with you."
"Now, you can have your say." Dale told Jason. There was a few moments pause.
"I don't have anything to say, now." Jason responded to Dale.
"Anson, would you spend the night with me, knowing Dale and Jason were in the room next to us and you could call out, or go to them at any time ?" I asked. He thought for several minutes while we were all silent, not disturbing him.
"Digger, you should know right from the start, I am not in need of a sex partner." Anson said to me. "I have more sex now, than I could ever have imagined and I am totally satisfied physically. What I am hoping to find is a partner. Someone who will love me, with all their heart and want me, to do the same. Someone who can be mine, in every sense of the word and wants the same, from me. I want an emotional and spiritual mate, not just a physical one." I nodded, understanding what he meant. "I hope to have a relationship like Jason and Dale, or Dean and Ted, which is way more, than sex and physical pleasure. Jase and Dale are wonderful, but they are only meant to be temporary. I've had good mentors and I am not prepared to accept anything less."
As he spoke I knew what he described had always been missing from my relationships. I too, had plenty of physical sex, but I had never allowed myself emotional ties. My partners, while following my directions had never really belonged to me. I had always known, another would be available. What I was feeling, since I met Anson, was maybe the difference, from what I was previously satisfied having in the past. Had I sensed, he would not be available to me, in the way my other partners had been ? Is this what seemed so different ? Was I looking at a lover, instead of a personal slave to my desires ? Would he be both, if I was likewise for him ? I wanted this man. I wanted him in any way I could have him and in all ways.
"If someone had told me last night, I'd be sitting here discussing this with you, in front of two other guys, I'd never have believed them. I want to be with you Anson, in any way and every way. If the only way I can do it, is to spend the night holding you, then holding you is exactly what I will do. Anson, come spend the night with me." I realized my last statement could be taken as a question or an instruction, but I needed to know how flexible our first encounter would be. Anson drained the last of his beer from the bottom of his glass, stood and walked over to where I was sitting with his eyes fixed on the floor and knelt down beside me.
"Ready whenever you are, Sir." he told me. I just about came in my shorts. Dale reached across the table and with his eyes motioned he wanted to speak to me. "Go on down to our room Anson, I'll be there in a minute." He stood, without looking at any of us and headed for our bedroom.
"You should know Anson's father, abused him physically." Dale said to me quietly. "He was beaten. He is a virgin to intercourse. I want you to understand, between you and me, if you hurt him, emotionally or physically, I'll make the session you experienced with Ted, seem like a vacation." I was looking at him, as he spoke to me and his eyes became as hard as steel. Jason was also staring at me intently. There was no doubt in my mind, they would find a way to carry out the promise. I realized, they both cared for Anson very deeply and the words, reflected their love for a younger brother. I felt no offense at the words.
"I won't." I told them both. "I wouldn't get involved with him at all, if I didn't think we had a really good chance. Much of what he said, has been in my mind for some time. I also know Ted had a hand in this, so you can be pretty sure, he already knew what would happen. My future is waiting, gentlemen and I thank you both for you concern and wish you a very sincere, `good night'."
When I reached the bedroom door I knocked softly. There was no response. I opened the door and went in, closing the door behind me. What I found surprised me. Anson had removed all his clothing and it was neatly folded and piled on a corner of the dresser. He was naked, kneeling, facing into a corner. The sight of his broad shoulders, narrow waist and full, hard, ass cheeks were almost more than I could take, again. My erect cock, pushing hard against the waist band of my shorts nearly exploded.
"Anson, come here." I beckoned him quietly. He rose and turning, walked over to me. He started to kneel beside me, but I grasped his shoulders and indicated he should stand. I put a hand under his chin and raised it until his eyes met mine. "I want you to look at me." His dark, blue eyes looked softly into mine. I leaned forward and kissed his full lips. He leaned in, kissing me back. It was a shared experience, as we traded tongues back and forth, with no dominance exerted by either of us. As we held the kiss, he reached up and started to undo my shirt. I opened my shorts at the same time, dropping them to the floor. My hard cock sprang forward and collided with Anson's steely tool, which had risen and extended, since our kiss had begun. He pulled my shirt from my shoulders and as he stripped it down my arms, broke our kiss and bent to the floor, undoing my shoes and removing them with my socks. We both stood totally naked, about six inches apart from each other, touching only as our hard cocks swung back and forth, striking up against each other.
I guided him to the bed and we lay facing each other. We resumed looking into each other's eyes.
"I think, I could fall in love with you." Anson told me quietly. "Please, don't let me do it for nothing."
"I'm not only going to let you, I'm going to do everything I can to make it happen." I told him. "I want you. I want you in all the ways you talked about. We will go at any speed, you find comfortable, but in the end, we are going to belong to each other, heart and soul. We will be one." I kissed him again and this time, I took charge. I invaded him and took possession of him with my mouth and tongue. He resisted little and made small groaning sounds, as he surrendered to me. When I ended the kiss, we lay and looked at each other in silence.
"I felt it too," he whispered. "When you boarded the plane and I saw you, meeting and shaking hands with the others, I knew you were going to be special to me. While we were swimming tonight and you brushed up against me, I felt a tingling no one has ever caused before. I don't have any experience. Dale and Jason are the only people I have ever had a relationship with. They have been very kind and loving in teaching me and you may find I want more than a Slave should be allowed."
"Serving me, does not place you on a lesser level." I assured him. "I would not humiliate you. Serving me, entitles you to the best I have to offer, now and always. The fact you choose to serve my needs, does not make us any less partners. It's a choice." He lay and studied my face for a long time while I watched those bottomless, deep, blue eyes.
"May I touch you ?"
"You may use me, in any way you wish." I told him.
He raised his hand and traced his finger across my forehead and face, like a blind person determining the features of another person. He continued touching me with his hand, sometimes using only one or two fingers, other times using them all. He stroked my ears and swept around my neck, drawing his hand back across my shoulder. He leaned into me and reached over me to sweep his hand up and down my back, down my buttocks to the joint crease of my leg and then back up again. During this time we were pressed close together and our rigid shafts, trapped between our bodies, throbbed and jerked with our heart beats, leaving moist patches of lubricant on each other.
When he eased back to separate us, his fingers danced along my shoulder and down my arm, circling my bicep and stroking my forearm. He traced the back of my hand and then turned my hand over to trace along my palm and the spaces around each finger. The sensation was fascinating as each area he traced tingled and reacted to his touch. His hand left mine and fell to my hip, where he slowly trace upward to my arm pit. He asked me to roll flat onto my back and I complied. Sweeping across my collar bones, he repeated his previous process on the other arm and hand, sweeping up my side to the previously unattended arm pit. Waves of shudders flowed through my body and I moaned and groaned my appreciation as he did these things and I gave myself to the pleasures Anson was providing. He asked me to close my eyes and enjoy the sensations and again I complied most willingly.
His sweeping fingers traveled back and forth across my chest, outlining my pecs and circling repeatedly around the nipples which stood out like alert soldiers. I could feel a coolness in my groin as the lubricant I was pumping out, ran down my stiff shaft and accumulated in the ample reddish hair covering my pubic mound, where it cooled. The fingers dragged lightly back and forth across my hard, flat stomach circling around the protruding knot in my navel. I felt his lips circle my nipple and groaned loudly as his teeth teased the stiff soldier. His mouth left my chest and I felt him move down in the bed beside me, so his busy hand could extend farther down my body. The fabulous digits passed by my straining groin and commenced their journey, tracing the bulges of my quadricep muscles, around the knee and down the lower leg, then returning up the inside of my leg and thigh and lightly dusting the sensitive sac which had drawn my testicles tightly to the base of my cock. Another sweep down and up the other leg and those active digits ended up stroking back and forth across that tight sac.
I was nearly beside myself. The sensations had intensified as he progressed, so now as he teased my tight sac, little shocks ran through it and up my rigid dick. The lubrication was pumping from the end of my dick every time my heart beat. I could not even begin to remember when I was this hard or this sensitive to every feeling. The fingers stopped their activity and then I felt one, single finger drawing a circle around the weeping slit at the end of my throbbing shaft. I nearly called out at the sensation on my sensitive head and would have died then and there if it had stopped. The digit moved down the head to the wide ridge at its base and began to circle round and round. That was it. I could control myself no longer. As I started to growl, I opened my eyes and saw Anson's tongue, not his finger had been caressing the engorged, purple crown of my swollen shaft and as the first volley sped up that shaft, he encased the head in his mouth and received the product of his efforts.
I bounced and moaned and twisted and swore as the top of my head opened and my mind escaped, but my boy stayed glued to me as if he were the sheath for my spasming sword. Only when I was totally drained and the last drop had been siphoned from my sagging lance did his lips release the sensitive head. He then swabbed the shaft from base to head and vacuumed through my dense pubic bush until every drop of moisture had been dried. He moved back up beside me and watched over me as my soul returned to my body from a distant place.
"Was that all right, Sir ?" he asked me quietly. "I'm afraid I came without permission, but when you went off, it just pushed me right over the edge, after exploring your sexy body. And I never did get to the back half either. Maybe tomorrow ?"
I couldn't believe this kid. He had just given me one of the most memorable sexual episodes of my life, not to mention a climax near 15 on the Richter Scale and he was worried about finishing tomorrow. I couldn't think of what to say to him, so I just turned back up on my side and kissed him warmly and gently..
"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." I told him. "And don't you ever let me forget it." His face lit up and he snuggled down tight against me. I pulled the sheet up over us and reached over to turn out the light. As we lay there, I kept thinking about how different my life was going to be, having a partner to share it with. It was a commitment I was truly ready to make, but Anson was so young. How could he be certain, when he had never really experienced much of life. If I committed to him and let him close to me, could I survive if he changed his mind in a year, or two years, or ten. This was moving a little too fast and I was going to have to be careful that `little Digger' was not actually taking charge of my life.
Jamie - Saturday evening
I told Davey everything. It just seemed the right thing to do. I have known Davey all my life. He has been in my dreams as long as I can remember. I told Dad about the one I've dreamed for the past year, about being lost, but I didn't tell him about the others. Davey has always saved me. It's like he's always been my big brother, watching over me, being there when I needed him through my dreams. We had been talking since I got on the plane and when we got into bed last night, it was time for him to know. I told him about the night Mr. Bailey had caught me with the Proctor at school. It had been my first time with someone else and I was too frightened to do anything since then, even though Mr. Bailey had said exploring was a normal thing.
"Jamie, I have had experiences, like you are talking about." Davey said. "When you've lived on the streets, sometimes doing things like that is the only way to get money for food. It doesn't make it right, because it's not really a free choice. Mr. Bailey is right. When it's two willing people and no one is being forced, there is nothing wrong with exploring. It's natural for young men."
"Would you be willing, to do some exploring with me ?" I asked him. He thought for a minute.
"Your Dad has been very kind and generous to me." Davey told me. "I am really concerned, if he got the idea I was forcing you, or I got you involved in something, he thought you shouldn't do, he might send me away and then we wouldn't see each other any more. I really need to talk to my Dad."
Right then there was a knock at our door and it swung open. We raised our heads and looked and Uncle Ted was standing at it and my Dad was in the hall behind him.
"I just stopped to say good night' fellas." Uncle Ted said. "Don't stay awake too long, we'll have a busy day tomorrow and you know who' won't let us sleep very late." He smiled at us and closed the door. Davey and I looked at each other.
"Dad." we both called out at the same time. The door opened and they both stuck their heads inside. Davey and I sat up in bed.
"We really need to speak to both of you for a minute." Davey told them. They came in and sat on opposite sides at the foot of our bed. "You know guys fool around with each other when they're growing up, don't you ? You know what I mean ?" They both looked at each other and then nodded at us.
"Well if a couple of guys, decided they wanted to fool around with each other, but one of them felt because of his past, the other guy's father might not want him around anymore, because the Dad might think his son was being forced, or doing things he shouldn't, should the guy be worried ?" I asked them. They both got this strange look on their faces.
"Well, Boss," Uncle Ted said, "seeing as you've been a father so much longer than I have, I think I'll let you answer this one, for both of us." Uncle Ted sat there and smiled at my Dad, who seemed to still be thinking about the question.
"I think, I understand the question and the best I could say to the young man is," Dad told us. "if he has been accepted into a family, for the person he is, without regard to his past, I don't think he has anything to worry about, from anyone's father, for doing what comes naturally."
"Words of wisdom." Uncle Ted declared. They both said `good night' again and headed off to bed, closing our door behind them.
"Did you understand what he said ?" I asked Davey.
"He said the past is gone and done and what I do, from now on, is okay as long as it's things which would naturally happen anyway." Davey answered.
"Then, do you want to explore with me ?" I questioned Davey again.
"What would you like to do ?" he replied.
"I though maybe we could finish what I started with the Proctor at school." I ventured. "Or anything you want to do." Davey started by taking off his pajamas, so I did the same thing. We wiggled our bodies together, so we were on our sides facing each other. Davey asked me if I kissed and I told him I never had. He leaned over to me and brought his lips up against mine. They were soft and moist. My lips were tight and drawn back against my teeth and he told me to relax. After I did, he kissed me again and it was really nice. He told me there was more to kissing, but we could try it as we went along.
I asked him, if I could look at his body and he said to go ahead. He lay flat on his back and I pushed the covers down off both of us. Davey had blonde hair, that also looked kind of red. He had a handsome face with long eyelashes and dark blue eyes. He had just turned 14, but he was as big as some of the 16 year olds at school. Under each arm, he had a bundle of short, blonde hairs. If there had not been so many, you would not likely even see them, because they were so light and fine. His chest and arms were manly, with well shaped muscles showing across his chest and in his upper arms. His stomach was flat and tight and he had more short, blonde hair in a dense forest, above and around his peter. His balls hung loose, under his peter and I could see them outlined in their bag. They looked big, about the size of golf balls, but the bag was loose and they moved around, whenever he did. His peter had the top out of the skin, like mine and was about 4" long just laying soft over his balls. The top was big and looked like a bell. He had solid legs and little blond hairs were on his legs from his knees to his ankles.
I lay back so he could see me. I was not as advanced as him. I had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Everyone said, I was handsome and I guess if I looked like my Dad, I was. Where Davey was about 5'6" tall, I only stood at 5'3". I had solid shoulders and my chest, arms and legs showed some muscle outline from swimming. My waist was slim and I had only a little, thin patch of curly, dark brown hair over my peter. My peter would hang about 3" long and when it pointed straight up, hard as a board, it was about 5". My balls also hung in a loose bag and they were big too, almost like golf balls. My legs were strong from sports and a film of dark brown hair was on my thighs and shins. I also had a few curly, brown hairs under each arm.
Davey reached over and rubbed my tummy gently. He moved his hand down to my peter and started to stroke it. I reached out and stroked his. It felt good in my hand. Because of his cast, Davey had just one hand to work with. He suggested that we "69" and then he explained what that meant. He said, I would be able to follow what he did and I would learn as we went along. I agreed and turned end for end as he suggested. His peter now was even with my face and mine with his. He stroked me for a little while and my peter grew and hardened. I had the same result and his grew and grew and grew. It had to be over 6", when it finished growing. Davey said, not to worry about all of it and showed me how to hold my hand at the base, so I would not choke on too much in my mouth. He started to lick my peter and its head like a big candy cane. It felt really great and I did the same for him.
After several minutes of licking, he put the top of my peter in his mouth and moved his tongue all over it. I followed his lead and found it easier to get use to doing this than the last time I had tried to take one. As he ran his tongue over the head, I felt the urge to push my hips back and forth and he allowed me to do this, moving my peter in and out of his mouth. I pulled and pushed his hips and he started doing the rocking motion like I was. My hand was clamped firmly around the bottom of his peter, so only the top half went in and out and I did not gag like I had before. Very quickly, I felt that surge in my balls which comes before I shoot, but Davey slowed down and stopped using his tongue and the feeling went away. Then he started doing everything again and shortly the tingle started again. He repeated the start and slow down several times and each time the sensations I felt got stronger and stronger.
I did my best to keep going on him, but I got distracted by the urgency of the moment at times and he would gently touch my head to remind me of my part. As he slowed me down for about the fifth time, he removed his mouth and told me he wouldn't stop next time. He went back to the task and sure enough, when the tingle built, he kept on going and I exploded in his mouth. I could count the spurts, as they pushed my cream out. Five, six, seven. I don't think I had ever come so hard before and for a minute or two, I lost track of what was happening. When I focused again, I realized I had stopped without getting Davey to his end. I went back to work on him and very soon, he told me he was going to blow and I should pull off. I wasn't going to do that. He had taken me all the way and I wanted him to enjoy coming too. He groaned loudly and I realized he was shooting, so I started to swallow. He got ahead of me and quite a bit spilled out of my mouth. Davey pulled me up to him and told me everything was fine. He grabbed his pajama tops and wiped my chin and his peter dry. He cuddled with me and we both started to go to sleep, but I knew I hadn't done a great job for him and I was determined I would make it up to him.
If you are enjoying this tale I would recommend you have a look at a short story posted Aug 6, 2001 to Nifty/Gay Male/College titled, "Loving Tyler's Dad". I would be happy to hear what you think of it. LJB