Date: Sun, 11 Apr 1999 14:58:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sid <prettyboy22@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Manhattan

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are underage by a 
year (17) but they are far from innocents. Also, this was 
written from the fantasy world in my mind where STDs do not 
exist. In real life, play safe and live long.

Suggestions, comments, etc. are always welcome.


New York lit up like a Christmas tree in front of us, 
thousands of tiny sparkling dots on a black canvass. On the 
streets below, there must be people dying. People hurting. 
People homeless. But to me, up there in the penthouse, it 
was silent. As I sat on top of New York, I drank to my 
fortune. Smirnoff goes best with a good fuck. It had been 
two hours now, but I figured the gods would forgive me for 
being a tad late. 

My parents were in Switzerland, skiing the Alps and fucking 
the maids and bellhops. I sat with my friend Blake, who was 
17 like me but moved like someone much older. He leaned 
back in the chair in a pose identical to mine, his strong 
hands gripping the arms and his body rippling beneath his 
black T-shirt and pants. His hair was dark blond and his 
eyes a steady blue like the sky after a thunder storm. 

"So how was your night?" Blake asked, swirling the ice 
cubes around in his glass.

"Perfect." I gave him a slow smile. "Yours?"

"Heavenly." Blake smiled into his drink, swallowed the last 
gulp and set the glass on the arm of the chair.

I half rose. "Ready for another?"

Blake nodded. I took the glass and walked over to the bar. 
Only my parents would have a bar in the bedroom. The room 
was a large, square decorated with antique furniture. The 
canopy bed was large enough to fit four people and its top 
cover was a scarlet silk. The wall behind the bar area was 
a mirror and I gave my reflection a sly smile. I had a 
totally different look from Blake. My hair was dark brown 
and my eyes were a frosty green. I was also thinner and 
didn't spend as much time in the gym. But between the two 
of us, we could get any girl we wanted.
	
I returned with his drink and a fresh one for me. I sat 
down in the chair next to him and he continued the 
conversation.
	
"So who were you with?"
	
I leaned my head back and smiled. "Sonia." Blake chuckled 
with me as we summoned our mental images of Sonia. She was 
medium height and maintained her perfect size 5 figure by 
bingeing and purging. She went to our school and traipsed 
around with her long tan legs extending from her kilt. She 
wore little white lace panties and often opened her legs 
slightly for us to see when we sat across from her in 
American history.
	
Blake's voice was quieter. "What did you do?"
	
I turned my head to look at him and smiled again. He 
returned the grin.
	
"We fucked in her parents' bedroom."
	
Blake nodded in approval and closed his eyes, trying to 
imagine it. "How was she?"
	
"She couldn't give head to save her life."
	
He laughed a little. "Really?"
	
"Yeah. She just used her tongue to lick it around and 
around like a fucking lollipop."
	
Blake nodded. "I know the type. What did you do?"
	
I shook my head. "I had to open her jaw and put my dick in 
her mouth."
	
Blake laughed. "Seriously? How did you do that?"
	
The room was silent for a second as we let the lust start 
to stir and wrap around us like a warm blanket.
	
"I reached down and gently pried open her mouth with my 
hand. Then I slid my hips forward so my cock slid into her 
mouth."
	
Blake locked eyes with me, his body calm but his pupils 
dancing. 
	
"Want me to show you?" I said.
	
Blake nodded and slid to the floor. His date had included 
wearing Armani and the slick material scraped on the carpet 
as he crawled across the floor and knelt in front of me. My 
cock sprang to attention, knowing what came next. Every 
time one of us got fucked, it meant we would talk about it 
and reenact it until we ended up fucking each other.
	
I leaned down and gave him a deep tongue kiss as his hands 
undid my pants. His mouth was hot from the vodka but I 
suppose mine was too. His tongue made a slow circle in my 
mouth, moistening my lips with his sweet saliva. I moaned 
slightly into his mouth. As he undid my zipper, I felt his 
knuckles scrape my cock through the thin material of my 
pants. He could always make me hard in a matter of seconds. 
I took my shirt off and leaned back, the chair cool on my 
upper body.
	
I lifted my hips so he could slide my pants off. My cock 
sprang free, already aching from the closeness of Blake's 
lips. Blake leaned in close and I laid back with my eyes 
closed, waiting. A few seconds passed and I wondered what 
the hold up was before I remembered my role.
	
I reached down and used my thumb and index finger to gently 
open his jaw. His perfect pink lips parted, waiting as 
eagerly as Sonia's pussy had for me. The tip of my swollen 
penis was already bobbing against his lips, ready for 
consumption. I slid my hips forward and groaned when my 
cock slid into his warm mouth.
	
I pushed my hips into him and felt the head of my cock 
tickle the back of his throat. He was the best deep 
throater I knew. He didn't have to work up to it. He could 
take it to the root with his first taste. "Fuck," I moaned 
quietly, fucking his mouth with tiny thrusts. My hands 
clutched his hair tugged him forward. It must have hurt but 
he remained silent.
	
Blake was submissive for a minute but couldn't help getting 
involved in the game. He ran his lips up and down my shaft 
as I sighed deeply. Instinctively I started rotating my 
hips against his hot mouth. Blake took me deep again until 
his nose was buried in my pubic hair and cupped my balls 
with his left hand. Then he pulled back enough to keep my 
cock in his mouth but started tonguing the head of my dick 
with little butterfly movements.
	
I whimpered and pushed myself even closer, realizing that I 
was going to slide off the chair any minute. He noticed and 
stopped, glancing up at me with those big blue eyes. "Then 
what happened?"
	
"Please don't stop," I groaned.
	
He grabbed my arms and pulled me to the floor. My back hit 
the plush carpet and I heard him slide down between my 
legs. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and kissed the 
head of my penis. I smiled a little. With my eyes closed 
each touch was a little surprise.
	
He ran his tongue along the slit on the tip of my cock. I 
groaned and raised my hips toward him. "Please suck it," I 
breathed, wishing desperately for the butterfly thing 
again.
	
Blake slid his mouth onto my cock. He did it so slowly that 
I thought he might be teasing me. He got about two inches 
down and started flicking the head with his tongue again.
	
I moaned deeply, thinking I might blow it all and cum right 
there. The muscles in my body tensed, trying to hold back. 
Then he lowered his mouth on my dick and let the head push 
into the back of his throat again.
	
"Fuck, Blake," I said as he started moving his mouth in 
circular motion. I imagined the tip of my cock making 
little figure eights on the back of his throat, leaving a 
trail of silver precum. I started moving my hips in a 
circle and he somehow took me deeper, engulfing my cock in 
his warm mouth. 
	
"Stop," I said. My legs started to shake. "Please stop."
	
Blake pulled off and looked up at me. "Why?"
	
"Because I'm going to come."
	
He licked the slit of my cock again and I noticed a web of 
precum connecting the head to his bottom lip. "Are you 
sure?"
	
I nodded. He climbed back up my body and pressed himself 
against me. I could feel his dick through his pants, hard 
as a rock and begging for attention. The wetness from my 
cock was probably staining his pants, but he was used to 
ruining clothes that way. He kissed me deeply and I could 
feel the salty taste of my cum on his tongue.
	
He pulled away and looked in my eyes. "Then what happened?"
	
"Um..." I almost forgot what we were doing. "Then I ate her 
out."
	
"How?" His hand moved down my body, stopping at my hip and 
massaging it. 
	
"Take off your clothes."
	
He shook his head, looking at me intently. "How?"
	
"Lay on your back and I'll tell you."
	
Blake rolled off me and laid back obediently. I slid his 
shirt over his head and it was like unwrapping a Christmas 
present. Blake's parents had a small gym in their house and 
using the weights had paid off for him. He wasn't overly 
muscular like Mr. Olympia, but his arms were defined and 
his pecs were starting to look like a personal trainer's. 
His stomach was hard and you could see the start of a 
washboard stomach under his smooth skin.
	
I leaned down and ran my tongue along his collarbone, my 
favorite part of his upper body. He closed his eyes and 
breathed deeply. My mouth moved down to his nipples and I 
took the left one in my mouth and sucked gently.
	
He arched his back slightly, keeping his eyes closed and 
his breathing steady. I rolled my tongue around it, feeling 
it harden and respond to my touch. I moved to the other one 
and wrapped my lips around it, sucking gently until it was 
as hard as the left.
	
"Yeah," Blake breathed. "I bet she liked that."
	
"She did." I trailed my tongue down his beautiful stomach, 
pausing to dip it into his naval. His chest was hairless 
but as you went farther down you could see downy gold hairs 
leading to a seven-inch cock. I unbuttoned his pants and 
slid them off.
	
"Keep talking to me," Blake said and I snapped back to 
attention.
	
"Then I spread her legs and massaged her thighs," I said, 
running my hands along his thigh muscles. "I could see her 
getting wet just from that."
	
He nodded. "Did you go straight for her clit?"
	
"No. First I put my tongue inside her and wiggled it 
around." I used my fingertip to trace some of the downy 
hairs between his thighs.
	
"Mmmhmmm."
	
"I fucked her with my tongue and her juice was all over my 
lips and down my chin."
	
He smiled slightly and I bent over him, giving the head of 
his cock a tiny lick. It bobbed when I did that, 
desperately wanting more attention.
	
"Then I went for her clit."
	
I slid my lips over his cock and took it in my mouth. He 
inhaled sharply and I noticed his hands ball into fists. 
Unlike Blake, I'm not as good at deep throating and have to 
work up to it. I started by taking a couple of inches and 
then slowly moved down. When my nose was finally buried in 
his pubic hair, I started a gentle sucking motion I knew he 
loved. It's not necessarily a tugging, but more of applying 
pressure in the right spots.
	
Blake opened his lips and a moan spilled out that made my 
cock twitch. His hands moved down to massage my shoulders 
and his right hand moved to tangle his fingers in my hair. 
I relaxed my throat muscles so I could keep him that deep 
and continued with the vacuum-type motion. He was squirming 
now. I held him in place, sucking with the unflinching 
rhythm I'd used on Sonia's clit. Sonia had sobbed and 
trembled after five minutes of me constantly flicking my 
tongue over her clit. Soon Blake's reaction was similar. He 
moaned hard and bucked his hips, begging for release.
	
When Sonia started to come, her pussy was so wet that I 
could easily slide three fingers inside her. That's what I 
did when her orgasm started. I rubbed the general area of 
her G-spot with my middle finger as she came like a tidal 
wave.
	
But I didn't give Blake the satisfaction of coming. I 
pulled off and left him with ragged breathing and a dick so 
hard that it actually hurt me when I pressed my body 
against his.
	
Blake's breathing slowed and he opened his eyes and looked 
at me. "Then what did you do?"
	
"Then..." I spread his legs and rubbed the entrance of his 
asshole with my finger. It was a tight little nub of skin 
right now, but my dick throbbed when I thought about what 
came next. "Then I fucked her."
	
He nodded in understanding. "Did you finger her first?"
	
I smiled a little. "Of course."
	
I crawled across the floor and took a jar of lubricant from 
my parents' night stand. Leave it to my parents to have 
lube in their bedroom. I think I used it more than they 
did. I crawled back to Blake, who watching me with anxious 
eyes.
	
I brought two of my fingers to his lips and he sucked them 
- one by one at first, then both at the same time, rolling 
his tongue over them and soaking them with his saliva. I 
brought my hand back between his legs and slid a finger 
into his ass. He inhaled sharply and tensed his muscles. I 
laid down next to him and kissed his eyelids.
	
"Ssshhhh. Just relax."
	
He nodded and I slid my finger in deeper, feeling the 
underside of his exquisite body. When he started to relax 
and move his hips with my hand, I slid another finger in.
	
I did that for a few minutes, feeling his body loosen and 
unwind and respond to my fingers. "Do you like that, baby?" 
I whispered. He opened his eyes slightly and nodded.
	
I pulled my fingers out and leaned in for a kiss. "Let's 
get on the bed."
	
He nodded and we crawled across the floor to the canopy 
bed. The scarlet cover was warm on our skin. Blake laid on 
his stomach with his head on the pillow and I knelt behind 
him, slicking my dick with lubricant.
	
I grabbed his hips and raised them to my level, spreading 
his exquisite ass with my hands. I knelt and gave his hole 
a tiny lick and he moaned his ascent.
	
His body tensed when he felt my knob touch his ass. I 
massaged his hips in a slow circular motion and I slid in 
bit by bit. He was breathing heavily into the pillow, 
clutching the scarlet bedspread as I slowly worked my way 
inside.
	
Inch by inch I entered him, feeling the warm muscles inside 
expand and contract around my cock. It felt like he was 
clutching me, trying to hang on so I wouldn't suddenly pull 
out. Finally my hips touched his ass and I was all the way 
in.
	
Blake moaned into the pillow and I pulled my hips back 
until my cock almost fell out of him. Then I slowly slid 
inside all the way inside him again.
	
"Is that how you fucked her?" Blake mumbled. "Were you that 
gentle?"
	
"No."
	
"Then fuck me hard."
	
I pulled out and slid back in again with a force that made 
his body jerk forward. He whimpered and pushed his hips 
into me, trying to get me deeper inside him. I moved my 
hips back and forth in the unflinching rhythm I'd used to 
make Sonia come. Blake was moaning constantly now, his 
fists clutching the blanket to absorb some of the tingling 
feeling.
	
"Oh God," I breathed. His ass was so tight that it created 
a delicious and warm friction. My cock seemed like it was 
on fire. My entire body was wound tight, begging for 
release.
	
Blake was biting the pillow now, possibly trying to quiet 
his whimpers. I dug my fingers into his hips and felt 
orgasm looming dangerously near.
	
"God, Blake, I've got to come."
	
"Then do it." Blake reached down and gave his cock a few 
hard jerks that made his whimpers turn to cries.
	
I slammed my cock in as far as it would go and started to 
come. "God...." I groaned, pulling out and pushing in one 
more time to get every drop of cum. I hung onto his shaking 
body, realizing I was shaking too, as we both rode the wave 
of our orgasm.
	
We stayed like that until my cock withered and slipped out. 
I sighed deeply and wiped the sweat off my forehead with 
the back of my hand. He rolled over and sat up, running his 
hands through his hair. Little drops of cum were smeared on 
his chest, barely visible in the dark room.
	
"Wow," he said. We looked at each other and couldn't help 
but snicker. "She's one lucky girl."
	
I got up and walked across the room for a towel.
	
"So are you going to see Sonia again?"
	
"Fuck no." We laughed as I poured two more glasses of 
Smirnoff. But every weekend meant a new conquest and you 
can bet I kept up my end of the bargain.