"Warm Hands, Part Two" by Jay Robert Gay College
I lowered my eyes into a slit, as thought I was sleeping. You know the routine. I turned my eyeballs to see what was going on. Reed was next to me and beyond, the man of the hot hands had pulled Reed's towel off.
Yowee, he had red hair on his head but his pubic hair was golden and from that stood his long thin penis, pale colored except for the reddish pink head glistening in the light from the single overhead fixture.
He was breathing very loud and saying "Good". This boy was having a good time already. He was glancing at me a few times, worried, I guess, but soon he forgot me as he was submerged in the great feelings Norman can produce.
The boy's face was ridiculous. His eyes were fluttering and rolling upwards. His mouth was pursed in an expression of overwhelming pleasure and his read rolling backwards as if to appeal to heaven.
Pretty soon he was grunting, that meant he was well on his way to shooting. Norman crooked a finger at me and said, "You can play with him too, he totally out of it and won't mind."
I scouted over and looked over him as if he was a roast to enjoy. I spied his cute pale nipples now erected in joy. I flicked them with a insolent finger. He moaned loudly. I got my thumb busy and double flicked both of them. He opened his eyes and realized that I was doing it. He smiled with difficulty but showed me he liked it.
Norman saw it all, the perv, and said, "Put your cock in his mouth!"
I hadn't been blown in three years. It was in a park men's room and it happened so fast that I didn't have time to protest (as if I would.)
I stood up on the bench and straddled his waist, leaving plenty of room for Norman's ministrations and shoved my now stiff prick against his baby lips. He opened and sucked it in. He sang a song around it as he suckled softly. It went right to my balls and I felt as if they were spinning in my sac. I confess, I sang and moaned a bit.
Norman, the ring master of this show was smiled broadly as he wanked Reed and got a hand under my balls and tickled that spot behind them. This always gets me off fast when I pleasure myself. How did he know?
My legs began shaking and I noticed Reed was sucking harder and Norman had come to the last furlong and was producing a blur of his big hands on the delicate shaft.
Suddenly I had trouble following the action as I began to spill over. Reed let out a loud howl and he covered Norman's hands with thick cum.
Norman, always the gentleman, offered his hand to help me get down to the floor. He then offered his hand to me, in case I wanted to slurp up the cum on it. I shook my head. Poor red headed Reed was out. His eyes were closed and he was huffing like a steam engine. Norman caressed his cheek. "Reedy baby, they'll be closing up soon. Wakey, wakey."
Reed got up on his weak legs and pulled his towel around himself. Nodding as if we were some slightly known dudes who happen to be there in the sauna.
I shrugged. Why should it fall to me to teach him manners? Norman, in a business like manner, wrapped his towel, strode across the room, pushing Reed out of the way and exiting.
Reed now woke up and gave me a crooked smile, saying: "He's got the hands of a god."
"Like I don't know," I said.
End Part Two