Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2016 21:34:47 +0000
From: Tom Tom <theobeseman30@gmail.com>
Subject: Coming Home Early, Chapter 3

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Chapter THREE

Both girls got out of the car, but just before she closed the door, Leah
asked "What about Paul?"

"Don't worry about Paul."  I said.  "I have something else planned for
him."

Although I said I had something in mind for my nephew, I didn't really know
how to reach a satisfactory conclusion.

I had, if I'm completely honest, held a small spark of admiration and
rather a larger spark of attraction for him.

Of course I remember him growing up as a kid, hanging out at my sister's
house when he was just developing.

I can still recall going to a barbecue that my sister and her husband had
organised to celebrate Paul's 12th birthday.

It was a fabulous sunny day (Paul is a July baby) and so he and his friends
were all running around in their swim trunks, stripped to the waist.  I
watched him interact with the guys, playfighting and spraying each other
with water pistols.

I can distinctly recall looking at his bare hairless chest as one of his
friends scored a direct hit. This boy, not yet a teen, was utterly
captivating to me.  I had to sit at the picnic table for at least half an
hour afterwards, waiting for my boner to go down before I could stand up,
make my excuses and leave.

When I got into my own house, I picked out one of my handful of gay porn
DVDs and played it, imagining that the young man in the video was Paul,
impaling himself on my manhood with his beautiful skinny ass.  I edged
myself close to cumming for almost an hour, before my spunk exploded like a
firecracker out of my pulsing cock.

I had always played on both sides of the field, even growing up.  Being a
year shy of my 30th birthday, I guess I was one of the first generations
where, as a teenager, it was acceptable to do a bit of messing around with
the same sex.

Later in life I sometimes found other opportunities to fuck guys, but it
was always just one night stands, casual flings.

Now I'm not a great believer in fate or destiny, but me coming home early
from work, and discovering the debauchery in my own house had me at least
thanking whatever stars aligned.

When, two days after that encounter, I received a text from a high school
friend of mine that I still kept in touch with, I was stunned.

Alex and I were best buds back in high school.  We were both part of the
swim team and founding members of the Magic The Gathering club (proving
that not all nerds are out of shape basement dwellers with glasses).

In fact we looked so similar we could have been brothers.  Both of us were
lean, toned from hours in the pool.  I had a bit more muscle mass, because
I was also on the wrestling team.

His mop of brown hair was a few shades darker than my own.  His most
distinctive feature were his eyes.  He had light grey eyes, the kind you
only see on supermodels.  I was jealous of them.  They made him a constant
topic of conversation among the girls in our year, not that he passed any
heed.

I had known Alex was gay about a month after we met.  He tried to make a
pass at me when the two of us were alone in the changing rooms after late
swimming practice.

He was just 14 at the time and I was about three months older, just turned
15.  I freaked out when it happened.  I pushed him away, picked up my
clothes and ran out into the corridor to finish changing.

That night I looked back at what had happened between us and realised it
wasn't that I was not attracted to Alex, it was the weight of fear if any
of the other guys found out.

It also dawned on me that I might have led Alex along.  Our playfighting,
grabbing him from behind and wrestling him to the ground, even making mock
blowjob gestures behind our swim coach's back.

I called Alex's house and asked him if we could meet in the park beside the
school to discuss what had happened.

I ended up that night telling Alex that I liked him, that I fancied him,
and that if he tried to kiss me again, I wouldn't push him away.

He did kiss me.  Messily, passionately, the way two young boys are suddenly
awkward when the situation turns intimate.  I asked him if he had been with
other guys before, he said he had, but he didn't want to tell me who.
Affecting his best effeminate voice he said "Daaahling, you'd be surprised
who I've had in my mouth."

And I was next.  We ducked behind the bleachers, out of sight of anyone and
we lay down side by side.  It was another warm night and under my now
bulging jogging bottoms I decided not to wear any shorts.

Alex pulled up my tshirt to expose my stomach and chest.  He rubbed it
softly, sliding his hand down under my waistband and wrapping it around my
cock.

This was the first time anyone, boy or girl, had taken hold of my prick and
it felt utterly magical.  He slowly began jerking my rock hard rod, before
sliding his hand back out again.

He rose to his knees, grabbed hold of my jogging bottoms on either side and
pulled them down as I lifted my butt up off the grass to assist.

Looking directly at me with those beautiful eyes, he placed a hand on
either thigh and lowered his head, engulfing the top of my six inch prick
(as it was then) with his mouth.  If I thought his hand was magical, the
warmth and wetness of his mouth was a true revelation.

He began to slowly slide more of my prick into his willing mouth.  When he
went as deep as he could I felt his tongue rasp around the underside of my
helmet and I just couldn't take any more.

With little build-up and no chance to warn him, my cock began spewing forth
stream after stream of hot spunk.  I convulsed with the climax, causing my
cock to move about in Alex's mouth, but he never let go until the last
bullet had been fired from my gun.

I started apologising almost immediately. "Oh God, I'm sorry Alex.  I
didn't know it was going to happen that quickly.  I'm really sorry."

He lifted his head up of my still rigid staff, and I could see some of the
spunk rolling down the shaft, but the vast majority of the load I unleashed
was being swallowed by this smiling kid.

"Ha.  That's okay.  That's what I wanted to happen.  Next time it won't be
as quick, trust me," he sat back, unfurling his legs from under him and
supporting himself with one hand while the other wiped around his mouth.

"It felt amazing, didn't it."  This wasn't a question, but a statement.

I replied "Fuck yeah. I mean, I haven't been with anyone before but jeez,
that was... phew... I dunno."

Being at a loss for words brought another laugh from Alex.

"Um, do you want me to do it to you next?"  I asked him.

"Well you don't have to, but yeah, I'd like that." he replied, a beaming
smile still on his face.

He stood up and for the first time I noticed the fabric of his own jogging
pants was sticking out.

He slid his pants down to his knees and unbuttoned the front of his shorts,
sliding his hand in to free the beast.

His cock looked a little bit longer than mine, but it curved upwards like a
banana. The head was definitely smaller and the shaft a little narrower.

I knelt up, still with my glistening cock exposed to the cool summer
breeze, and did just as he had done to me, looked him dead in the eyes as I
lowered my head down on his dick.

The immediate sensation was warmth, followed by a little taste of urine and
then something saltier that later experience taught me was precum.

I tried to fit as much of Alex's cock into my mouth as I could, but after
about three inches or so I could feel myself wretch and I quickly withdrew.

I muttered a breathless apology, to which he replied "That's okay.  Just
take your time and try to breathe through your nose."

I did as he said and found that at the second attempt I could take another
inch in to my mouth without gagging.

I wrapped my left hand around the base of his shaft, and began to move up
and down on his dick.  My right hand found it's way down to my own cock and
was quickly bringing life back into it.

All the while Alex was giving me advice and encouragement, telling me to
cover my teeth with my lips and to rub my tongue along the underside of his
cock head.

I could tell Alex was enjoying this immensely.  Every now and then his cock
would twitch in my mouth and I could hear his moans as I kept ramming him
down my virgin throat.

Alex may have been more experienced but boys are still boys and he could
only take about five minutes of my oral attention.

He, at least, had the courtesy to tell me he was about to come.  I wanted
to reciprocate what he had done for me, so I didn't let up, even when he
let out a low savage roar as he went over the edge.

I wasn't ready for the sensation of having his 14-year-old cock explode in
my mouth though.  It was all I could do to stop myself from choking.  I had
to release his cock from my mouth after the third stream of spunk hit the
back of my throat.

As a result, the next spew landed on my nose and lips and the one after
that on my left cheek and ear.

I was dazed by what had happened and fell back onto my ass, holding myself
steady with both hands in the grass.

"Fuck, sorry Tom.  I forgot to tell you about that.  I know the taste isn't
great."

The taste hadn't been that unpleasant actually.  Salty and warm, but not
much else.  I just hadn't counted on there being so much, or it going down
my throat just as I was breathing in.

After a fit of coughing where I spat what cum remained in my mouth onto the
grass, I held up my hand to stop Alex's apologising.

"It's okay.  It's okay.  It just went down the wrong way."

Alex, who was still standing, looked down and offered me a hand up.

"Look at you.  Your face is a mess."

Using his sweatshirt sleeve the way a mother would to clean a child's face,
Alex cleaned his cum off my mouth, nose, cheek and ear.

He then kissed me, my mouth opening and submitting to his probing tongue.
I realised immediately that he was tasting his own juice in me and it made
me respond to his kiss with a probing tongue of my own.

We broke away after a few seconds.

"I'd love to stay and do more," Alex said, "But my dad puts me on curfew on
school nights and if I don't come home I'm grounded."

I just said "Ok".  I didn't want this experience to end.  I didn't want to
let Alex go, but I was too shy to say any of those things.

He put his softening dick back in his shorts, pulled up his pants and
walked away towards his house.

I was going home in the opposite direction.  I watched him leave, but I
hung around for another few minutes.  I sat with my back against the
bleacher wall and thought about what had just happened.

I wondered if I was gay, but then I remembered all the times I had gotten
hard and jerked off over pictures of girls.

Reflecting on the events of the night had me hard again right then.  Before
I left the stadium, I tugged off again, closing my eyes and remembering the
sensation of Alex's warm mouth enveloping my manhood.  I came in almost no
time at all.

I was feeling kinda tired myself, so I just pulled up my jogging bottoms
and ran home.  I changed out of my clothes, tried to scrub some of the
semen stains off my bottoms before throwing them in the laundry basket, and
went to sleep.

In the intervening months and years, Alex and I continued to be the best of
friends.  We played around, in both senses, and maybe even for a brief
period we almost considered ourselves to be dating.  Not that we told
another living soul, of course.

In the final year of college though, Alex decided to come out.  He had
strong-minded liberal parents who stood by him.  I loved my mom and dad,
but they were not liberal and having grown up in a household where dad was
always making snide remarks about gay men on TV, I was of the firm belief
that if I did tell them I was bisexual, they wouldn't accept it.

I admired Alex's bravery though, and he was rewarded when he started dating
a really hot college freshman called, wait for it, Tom!

We didn't see each other as often, and there was certainly no fooling
around now, but over the next ten years we remained close buddies.

Alex moved on from Tom the freshman to date a few other guys, before he
found his soulmate in Jamie.  Jamie was a police officer and he was black.
Alex said Jamie was the first black guy he'd dated, but that race didn't
come in to it.

And so it was because of Jamie that Alex was texting me now, and the text
he sent started my pulse racing.

"Call me asap.  Jamie arrested ur nephew for solicitation at gas station.
Kid is asking for u"