Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2011 12:52:28 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: A New World - Part 4

This story describes sexual acts between men and boys. A
female character is also involved. If this offends you please
read no further.

If you like it or have feedback please let me know at
ng.ben9@gmail.com.

Read my other stories at http://groups.google.com/group/bens-
sexual-adventures.

Written by Ben Ng with story ideas provided by Brad Gillespie.

A New World - Part 4

For the rest of that Sunday, I couldn't take my mind off
Johnny. In the short weekend, my sex life has turned upside
down. I was enjoying experiences with a boy I've never
imagined I would engage in. It's been like a dream, detached
from reality, and I had to go back. I had to go back to my
real life and prepare for Monday.

Needless to say, I wasn't myself when I was at work on Monday.
My mind kept drifting back to Johnny. Strangely, I fantasized
more and more about sucking his cock. I've never wanted to
suck cock before, but Johnny's body was just irresistible to
me. There's something about him, that boyish charm and
youthful energy that got me so addicted. It seemed that I even
put my girlfriend in the back of my mind.

That's when I realized she was coming back very soon, in the
coming week. She had gone on a business trip for almost a
month, and it was time for her to be back. That was the very
reason why I was so horny sitting at the neighborhood café
watching the man and the boy walk inside the restroom. That
was also the reason I rented gay porn for the first time in my
life. I hadn't had sex in three weeks and I was going nuts.
Things certainly took a different turn, and now that she is
coming back, how would I explain this to her? Or, should I
keep it from her and pretend nothing happened? How do I tell
her I cheated on her, with the twelve-year-old neighbor boy?

I felt sick to my stomach, and I told my boss that I had
stomach flu and had to leave early. He told me I looked like
shit and should get some rest. I guess he was right. When I
was back at home, Johnny was already waiting outside my door.

"Hey Zack! I've been knocking on your door for a long time!
Where have you been?"

"Work, my friend! Don't you know grownups like me need to
work?"

"Yeah, I guess." He smiled sheepishly. "I just didn't know
what time you are getting off work."

"I'm not feeling well so I came back early. Usually I get off
at around six and I'm home at around seven."

"Aww, that sucks! I want to come over and play during the
week!"

"Don't you have other friends to play with?"

"I do, but they are not as fun as you are... you know... the
`games' we play?" He winked.

I smiled. "Yes, I suppose. Come in!"

I opened the door and he came in. Just as before, he wasted no
time and was naked on my couch in four seconds flat.

"Come on, it's your turn to suck me! I've been waiting for it
the whole day!"

True enough, his cock was standing at attention, throbbing and
leaking precum. He was nudging and jerking it a bit, clearly
looking forward to his first blowjob. I sat next to him and
gave his cock a little jerk. It was red and swollen, ready to
burst.

"How many times have you jerked off since yesterday?"

"Three. Two times last night, and one time in the school
bathroom."

"No wonder it's all sore."

"I just got so horny thinking about the first blowjob I'm
going to have!"

"Well, it's my first too, so don't expect too much!"

He smiled. "I'm sure it will be awesome."

He stood up facing me, his cock proudly standing at attention.
I had to admire his perfect body once again; that wonderful
transition between a boy and a man, the disappearing baby fat
and the muscles that were beginning to take shape all over his
body, the smooth, dark skin from all the sports he's been
doing, and the beginning of a light fuzz in his pubic area.
That cock of his, smooth and straight, standing proudly,
leaking precum, like a succulent fruit waiting to be devoured.
The pink cock head poking out of his foreskin, the tip of
which was slowly oozing a clear drop of juice, was simply
mesmerizing. I couldn't resist any longer. I wasn't thinking;
I was acting on instinct, and my instinct was telling me I had
to taste it.

I gently placed my hands on his buttocks and brought him
closer. That was it; my first taste of cock. I was going to
give this boy the experience of a lifetime, his first blowjob.
I wanted him to feel the best he has ever felt. I wanted to
give him all I could. That was my only mission. I slowly
opened my mouth and approached his cock. His face was full of
anticipation. I looked back at the pink head in front of me,
and it throbbed and leaked some more. He was ready. I engulfed
his cock head and sealed it with my lips.

At the very moment, his whole body shook and a deep moan rose
from within. I was aware of how hot his cock felt in my mouth.
I could taste the precum flowing onto my tongue, and I could
feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. I wanted more. I slowly
sank deeper, using my hands to bring his body closer to me.
Smooth as silk, his cock slid into my mouth and I went all the
way to the base. At twelve years old, his cock was easy for me
to take. My nose was buried in his light pubes, and I was
surrounded by the aroma of boy musk, the same smell that used
to arouse me when I was a teenager myself. It awakened
something primitive in me. In that instant, I had a flashback
of the days of my youth, those days when boys had done  circle
jerk and mutual masturbation. It was fond memories that I have
locked up for years. Since I started dating girls in high
school, I have brushed those experiences aside as childish and
gay. I thought girls were everything I needed. And yet, at
this very moment, almost ten years later, I suddenly came to
the realization that I was that very same boy who enjoyed
other boys.

There is something about sex between guys that is different
from straight sex. It's more primitive, raw and free. There is
no holding back, no need for gentleness or worry that
someone's feelings will be hurt. Guys understand that sex is
sex. Men are just animals in suits that have basic instincts,
impulses we try and fail to hide. With a guy, there is no need
to explain why we want sex all the time, because we
understand. We are all the same. There is no guilt, no shame.
Just like Johnny here, standing tall and proud with his young
cock in my mouth. There is no need to explain. We both want
it, love it, need it. I suddenly realized the missing piece in
my life.

All those thoughts in my mind flashed before me and I had an
epiphany. It was what I had wanted all my life. I held onto
Johnny's buttocks tightly, pulling him towards me. I wanted to
take him all in. I wanted to taste him, feel him, smell him. I
wanted to hear him moan in delight as I devour his cock. I
wanted to see his face contorted with pleasure as I sucked a
load out of him. I wanted it all. I closed my lips tightly
around the base of his cock and sucked hard. I wanted his
young cum. I wanted to suck him dry, to savor every drop that
he could shoot. And I didn't need to wait long. Johnny was
aroused to begin with, and the warm sensation of my mouth
around his cock must be overwhelming to him. I remembered the
first blowjob I had and I shot within minutes. His face was
pure heaven. It made everything worth it. I brought ultimate
pleasure to this handsome young man. I created a vacuum with
my mouth and in no time, he was cumming. His whole body was
shaking as he pumped, again and again, copious amounts of
searing hot cum into my mouth. I was sucking so hard that I
didn't get to taste it. It went straight down my throat. He
was moaning and writhing as he continued to shoot, and I
didn't let go. His knees were weak but I held him tightly. I
wanted to savor every moment, until it was over.

Finally he stopped shooting, and his cock grew soft in my
mouth. His whole body went limp, and I had to hold him up. He
slumped into me and held me tightly. In a dreamy voice, he
whispered in my ear, "That was the best thing in my life,
ever!"

I held him close to me and whispered back, "It was wonderful
for me too!"

"Can we do this every day?"

I chuckled. "You bet!" My girlfriend briefly came to my mind,
but I brushed that thought away.

"I love you, Zack." It was so soft, barely audible, but it
shocked me to my core.

"I love you too, Johnny." I didn't think; it just came out,
and it came from the bottom of my heart.

We enjoyed a brief moment of peaceful bliss. Nothing needed to
be said. We held each other tightly and he was almost asleep
in my arms, having just experienced a powerful climax. That
was when we were suddenly intruded by a knock on my door.

"Hey, Zack, you in? I know you are 'cause your car is here!"

It was Stan, my best friend, who also happened to be the
sports coach at the local middle school. What was he doing
here? I suddenly remembered that he said he would be coming
over to watch Monday night football with me. I totally forgot
about it, what with everything that happened over the weekend.

Johnny opened his eyes and looked at me quizzically. I quickly
asked him to get up and get dressed. He grabbed his clothes
and ran to the bathroom. While I was tidying up the living
room, Stan continued pounding on my door. I yelled that I
would be there in a minute.

When I finally opened the door, Stan was impatient. "What took
you so long?"

"I was in the middle of something. Sorry. Come in!"

He looked around the room and frowned. When he sat on the
couch, it seemed he had noticed something unusual.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It smells funny."

"Shit!" I thought to myself. I removed any trace of Johnny's
presence, but I forgot about the smell of cum that must have
filled my living room!

"Who's with you, Zack?"

"What?" I was nervous. Did he notice Johnny was here?

"There's a pair of kid-sized sneakers outside. Whose is it?"

"Um... it's... the neighbor kid. He comes to play sometimes."

Stan raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Play what?"

"You know... video games and stuff."

"So where is he now?"

"Oh, he's in the bathroom."

Right on cue, there was a flush in the bathroom and Johnny
walked out, fully dressed. Both looked at each other and were
shocked.

"Johnny?"

"Coach?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Um... watch TV and play games?"

"You sure?"

"Y... Yes, Coach."

"You should probably leave now, Johnny. I have something to
talk to Zack about."

"O... Ok, Coach."

I watched as Johnny walked towards the door, trembling. Stan
could be an intimidating guy. He was built like a bull,
towering over the middle school kids like a giant. The kids
feared him. When Johnny left, Stan turned to me.

"What's going on, Zack?"

"What do you mean?"

"Stop bullshitting me! I know there's something going on!"

"What makes you think that?"

"This whole place smells like cum! You think I can't tell?"

"I live alone! I jerk off! So?"

"With Johnny here?"

"No! Why!"

"Zack, I've been a sports coach all my life. I know when the
locker room smells like this, someone has just jerked off in
here! And Johnny was all flushed just now when he walked out.
What did you do with him?"

"How is any of that your business?"

"I'm his teacher! I'm a mandated reporter!"

"And you are going to report on what? On the smell of cum?"

"All I have to do is report a suspected case, and the child
protective services will do the rest."

"And why would you do that?"

"Because it's wrong! Don't you realize that?"

"What exactly have I done wrong?"

"Did you jerk him off? Suck him? Fuck him? What the hell did
you do?"

"I'm not talking about this with you!"

"Then you better talk to the police, Zack." He stood up
suddenly, grabbed his clothes and started to leave. I wanted
to say something but didn't know what to say.

Before he left, he turned and said, "Unless you tell me
everything, and I mean EVERYTHING."