Date: Tue, 04 Sep 2012 23:18:41 -0400
From: Adam Dhent <adamdhent@gmx.com>
Subject: Air Show Weekend

A few years ago I was talking with some coworker about going to an airshow
on Saturday of Labor Day weekend.  Some of us planned to meet at my
apartment in the morning and make a day of it.  Friday night I got a call
from another coworker who asked if we would mind taking Kevin, her
seventeen year old son, with us.  She said that she and her boyfriend were
attending a wedding and he didn't want to go and he needed something to do.
I found myself saying something like "Sure that would be fine."

Saturday morning everyone one arrived, including Kevin and we headed to the
airshow.  We had a great day out in the sun looking at all sorts of cool
planes and watching the pilots show off.  We headed home about 4:00 PM.
Everyone but Kevin said good bye in the parking lot.  Since his mother
wasn't there yet I invited him into the apartment to cool off and have a
soda.

Kevin was maybe 5'6" tall, couldn't have weighed more than 110 pounds.  He
had brown eyes and short spikey dark hair.  He tended to smile a lot and
that gave him faint dimples.  He also wore geeky black frame glasses.  He
was a very cute boy next door type.  I learned that he didn't care much for
school, but he ran track and competed in gymnastics.  His father made him
take track and his mother made him take gymnastics.  You could tell that
his whole life had been controlled by the competing interest of his
divorced parents.  After a while I started feeling sorry for the guy.  We
talked about thirty minutes more and I asked, "When is your mother picking
you up?"

Kevin said, "About 3:00, Monday afternoon."

That caught me off guard.  All I could say was "Oh, ok..."  It was no
secret at work that I "preferred the company of men."  And his mother had
brought this young man to me and left town for a wedding?  I had wondered
why he lugged such a large pack around all day.  I was thinking about what
I had in the pantry, what were my other plans for the weekend, what was the
age of consent in my state, and if I had clean towels, etc.

Kevin said, "I'm hungry."

That brought me back to the fact that I had this hungry teenaged boy for
the weekend.  We went down to a cool local restaurant that had live music
and a patio overlooking the river.  We had dinner and then just talked.  I
was getting the feeling that Kevin was not used to having anyone actually
listen to him.  He was telling me things about his family I don't think I
would tell a therapist.  After a while he started asking me questions and
wanted to know why I wasn't married.  I told him it wasn't legal in this
state.  Then told him I had a boyfriend for several years, but was single
now.

He was quite for a while and then said, "I've never had a girlfriend, but
when I look at porn it's always of girls."

"Oh yeah? Just girls on girls?" I asked.

He laughed and said "Sometimes, but mostly girls giving head to guys and
some fucking."

We both laughed.  I glanced at my watch and noticed it was only 7:00 PM and
suggested that we could go to a movie or something if he wanted.  He said
he would rather just clean up and watch some TV.  There was something he
wanted to see at 8:00 PM if that was ok.

We went back to my place and I showed him the shower and towels and he went
inside and came out thirty minutes later wearing black silky shorts and a
tight white t-shirt.  I tossed him the remote and went to shower.

I came out wearing a t-shirt and boxers and sat on the opposite end of the
sofa.  We watched TV for a couple of hours.  I offered him a drink and when
I brought him the glass he stood up on his tiptoes and stretched with his
arms held together over his head and arched his back.  His t-shirt came up
and I could see about six inches of the cutest and best defined abs I had
ever seen.

"Wow" slipped out of my mouth.

"What?" he asked defensively.

"Nothing.  You're just a good looking guy.  Very nice abs."

"Thanks, but they have never got me anywhere with a girl."

"Then you're not trying very hard." I told him.  "All you would have to do
is take off your shirt and you would have every straight girl and gay guy
within a hundred yards drooling over you."  He just laughed and I couldn't
help but reach out and pat him on the shoulder.

We sat back down and Kevin said, "I don't know, maybe the fact that I am
seventeen and still get dropped off at school by my mother is the problem."

"Yeah, that could cramp your style.  But you will be off to college next
year and all that will change." I assured him.

"No, I am going to community college for my first two years I have been
told." He said dejectedly.

"Poor boy" I said then "Come here."

He scooted over on the sofa next to me and I put my arm around him.  I
don't remember what was on TV, I think it was some infomercial.  But he
pretended to watch and I started rubbing his shoulders, neck and then his
back.  Having practiced gymnastics for years, the muscles in his back and
shoulder muscles were amazing.  Kevin purred like a kitten.  After about 10
minutes of that, he leaned forward and pulled off his t-shirt.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Seeing if I can make you drool."  He said.

"I thought you were straight."

"I am.  But I am horny."

I ran my hands cross his young chest and felt his pecs and nipples then
leaned down and kissed his neck.  I then tried to kiss him on the lips, but
he turned his face.  So I kissed his neck again and worked my way down to
his nipples.  They were small and perky and clean and fresh.  He smelled
like soap.  I supported him with my left hand felt his washboard abs with
my right while I licked one nipple for a while then the other.  His purring
had been replaced by murmuring "oh" and "fuck" repeatedly in random order.

After a few minutes of lying there motionless, he reached down and took my
right hand placing it on his on the front of his shorts.  Under the
straining at the fabric I could feel his stiff manhood.

"Well hello!" I said.

Kevin laughed and rapidly flexed his cock under my hand.

I picked him up and carried him across the room to my bed and laid him
diagonally across the blue sheets.  He was picture perfect.

Then pulled my shirt off and lie down on top of him, kissing his neck,
nipples, belly and at last his cock, through those black shorts.  I sat up
between his legs so I could use both hands to explore his body.  I slid my
hands up the legs of his shorts and found his balls and base of his cock.
I reached up to his waistband, and he arched his back and raised his ass.
I slipped the shorts off and now I had this incredibly sexy seventeen year
old completely nude on my bed, just begging to be "done."

I leaned down and kissed his perfect balls, then dragged my tongue along
his length, to the top of his dick.  His penis was not more than five or
five and a half inches long, but it was cut, straight and perfectly shaped.
It throbbed as I licked and the pre-cum started to flow.  He tasted so
sweet.

"And you have never had a blow job before?" I asked while gently caressing
his balls.

"Nope."

"And you are sure that you want ME to give you one right now?"

"Yep!"

"Well ok, let's see how big we can make this cock of yours." I said as I
started stroking his meat.  His head rolled back and his toes curled up and
after just about four or five fast strokes he spasmed and cum shot out of
his cock, splattering on his abs and filling his belly button.

"Oh my god." He said in a murmuring voice.

I laughed and said, "Wow that was quick.  When was the last time you jacked
off?"

"This morning in the shower." He said in a whiney voice.

"I'm so sorry about that. You didn't get your blow job." I said as I got a
towel for him.

"I can do it again. I'm, I'm still ready."  Kevin quickly assured me.

"Oh really? Let see."

I leaned down and took his cock completely into my mount.  I could taste
the semen still leaking from his slit and smell the cum that lingered in
his pubes and on his body.  His cock came alive immediately.  It grew
larger and harder.  I could feel the veins in his shaft and the shape of
his head with my tongue and lips.  I sucked all the remnants I could from
it, then drew his cock slowly from my mouth.  It made a popping sound and
slapped against his abs.  Then I tried to lick up the cum that had pooled
in his navel.  This instantly sent him into convulsions.  He had grown
extremely ticklish all of the sudden.

He grabbed my head with his strong, slightly callus gymnast's hands and
said "Please stop, that tickles!"

Then he guided me back to his cock and I started working his shaft for all
I was worth.  Kevin started to moan and thrash about.  Soon his balls
tightened up close and his cock felt like it was huge and stiff.  Seconds
later it started to pulse and he shot blast after blast of cum straight to
the back of my mouth and down my throat.  This time I swallowed every drop.

"Oh FUCK!" is all he said, just a little bit louder this time.

I sat up and looked at him.  He glistened with tiny beads of sweat.  I
gently played with one of his nipples as he caught his breath. He would
tremble and flinch as I barely touched him.

"Boy! You did cum again.  I'm quite impressed."  I told him.

Kevin giggled and put one arm over both of his eyes and said, "Fuck.  That
was great.  I never dreamed that would be so good."

"Well you inspired some of my best work tonight.  Now I have to cum.  Do
you want to suck my cock for me?"  I asked.

"Ummmm not really, I'm not gay."  He said in his matter of fact way.

"You little bitch."  I said in mock anger.

He just laughed, "You can cum on me.  Just jack off and squirt on my face
if you want."  Then he removed his arm and made this horrible face by
squeezing his eyes and mouth shut.

I thought if he suggests that, I guess he must want that.  So I stripped
off my boxers and positioned myself right by his side.  My erect cock was
pointed right at his face and I wanted to splatter cum all over him.  But I
just couldn't cum as fast as a seventeen year old and ended up rolling over
on my back.

Kevin turned on his side and asked what was wrong.  I said "nothing, I'm
just twice your age.  It takes me a few more minutes work up a load."

He rested his head on my chest, facing my cock and put one hand on my
belly.  He let his pinky played with my pubes as he watched.  This boy
wanted a front row seat; he wants to see me cum up close and personal.
That very thought sent me down the path to orgasm.  I immediately started
shooting hot cum cross my chest and splashing it all over his face.  He
jerked his head up as if he was surprised when it happened.  When he turned
to look at me he lips were tightly sealed and cum was running out of his
nose, off his chin and glistening in his hair.

"Kleenex?"  I asked as I offered him the box from the bed stand.  We both
laughed.

I turned off the lights and pulled him into the bed with me.  We snuggled
and I wrapped my arms around him.  He pushed one of my hands down to his
cock.  It was rock hard again.

"Fuck!  Are you like this all the time?"

He just laughed and said, "uh huh."

I wondered if we would even leave the apartment tomorrow and wondered how
awkward it was going to be when his mother comes to pick him up Sunday.