Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2012 19:00:19 -0400
From: Adam Dhent <adamdhent@gmx.com>
Subject: Air Show Weekend 2

A few years back I found myself spending the weekend with a young man named
Kevin.  He was a small guy who practiced gymnastics and ran track, he was
incredibly fit.  We found that we liked a lot of the same things, such as
airplanes and oral sex, so we ended up hitting it right off and having
quite a fun weekend.  But it was his mother, a co-worker, who put us in
this situation and I dreaded seeing her after that first encounter.  But
she was extremely thankful when she picked him up and the next week at work
commented on how good of a time he had.  She said Kevin couldn't stop
talking about the weekend and told her about everything.

"Everything?" I asked with a sudden sense of dread.

"Well maybe not everything, but he is still talking about the weekend.  I
think you really made an impression on him.  That's good. He needs a man in
his life, someone to look up to." She said.

I immediately thought, good lord he's seventeen and what about his father?
But his divorced dad's work had him traveling most of the year.  And then I
thought about her live-in boyfriend.  But he was a "fixer-upper," more of a
biker than a father figure.  And then of course several clever puns came to
mind, like being in him, rather than in his life.  But I thought it was
best not to say any of that out loud.  My anxiety passed as the days went
by.

Kevin and I traded text messages a couple times a week.  I just checked in
on him to see how he was doing.  He would keep me updated, and every once
in a while say that he wanted to spend the night again.  I told him worried
that his mother would not understand why he wanted to spend the night with
me.  Or rather I worried that she would.

One day she asked me if I wanted to come to one of Kevin's gymnastics
meets.  I was hesitant, but she said Kevin really wanted me to be there and
see his performance at the competitions.  I knew this, so I agreed.  I went
to the gym, called her cell phone and found her in the crowded bleachers.
The meet was like a three ring circus.  There were all sorts of events
going on at the same time.  There were several teams from different schools
all in different color singlets.  I found Kevin's group of seniors and
watched them closely.

Then I noticed his coach.  He was maybe 28 years old, very fit, very blond
and very enthusiastic about his team.  My first thoughts were "Wow, how do
you get his job?" and then "Kevin boy!  Why haven't you told me about this
guy?"  I was experiencing a bit of "visual overload" and my mind was racing
through all sorts of possible fantasies.  Then I noticed his mother was
speaking to me.  I asked her to repeat herself.

She said, "It's kind of like a stock car race.  It'd good to see your guy
win, but you're really here to see the wrecks."

Before long I knew what she was talking about. When things go bad on the
parallel bars or pommel horse, they can really go bad.  Some of the
accidents looked extremely painful.  There were times when the whole
audience cringed and inhaled all at once.  But most of the time the guys
would just get up and "walk it off." Still I was honestly amazed by what
they were doing.  It was impressive and I really enjoyed the show.  (And I
am not just talking about the singlets.)

Since it was Friday night, after the meet groups people were gathering to
go out to eat.  A mixed group of parents and brothers and friends waited
and chatted while the gymnasts showered and changed.  Kevin suggested that
I go with them and I volunteered to bring him home afterwards.  We had a
quick meal and the group broke up.  A few of the guys wanted to go to a
movie, but Kevin said he had to get home.  When we got in my car, he called
his mom and said he was going to a movie and would be home late.

He looked at me and said, "She is not waiting up now."

"So... you're gonna see a movie?" I asked.

He turned his head.  "Yeah.  If you have one at your place we could watch
it.  That would be cool."

We didn't say much else.  He sat looking out the passenger window and I
drove as fast as I could to my apartment.  I let him walk up the stairs
ahead of me so I could admire that cute ass.  When we stepped inside, I
told him, "You were good tonight.  You looked damn sexy on those rings."

He smiled proudly and peeled off his tight blue t-shirt and held his arms
straight out and flexed the muscles in his arms chest and back.  "You think
so?" he asked.

"Oh yea!"  I said as I slid my hands across his chest.  My fingers rested
at his armpits and thumbs rubbed his nipples.  They got stiff and pointy.
He inhaled a deep breath and closed his eyes.  I pulled him close to me and
kissed him on the side of the neck.  I could feel and smell the damp warmth
of his supple body.

"Come with me my little man." I said as I dragged him past the TV.  I
pushed him down on the bed.  He landed on his back with a single bounce.
His arms were up above his head and lay there with his eyes closed, taking
slow deep breaths.  Taking one leg at a time I removed his shoes and socks.
Then I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly and pulled off his jeans and
underwear on a single motion.  Kevin had been waiting six weeks for this
kind of treatment and his manhood betrayed his relaxed attitude.  It
throbbed involuntarily.  As he lay there naked on my bed, pre-cum glistened
on the tip of his cock and starting to drip onto his abdomen.

I didn't hesitate.  I ripped off my clothes and jumped on the bed with him.
He let me hold him and kiss his neck and chest as I rolled his balls in my
hand.  They were plump and moved smoothly in his cool soft sack.  I worked
my way down his body, enjoying every inch of muscle.  I don't know if he
was enjoying my attention or just putting up with it.  I didn't ask him.
But when I finally touched his penis, finally gripped the base of his
shaft, he took a deep breath and said "Ahhhhh, yeah... that's what I
want. Oh... please."

That just made me smile.  "Since you said please..." my voice trailed off
as I licked the tip of his cock.  I was holding at the base of his cock
tightly at the base with my thumb and forefinger.  It was maybe five inches
long, but always looked huge on his slim frame.  Now, in my grip, it seemed
to grow bigger and fatter as more pre-cum started to flow down in a thin
stream right into his belly button.  I gently licked it off his body and
followed the flow back to the tip of his cock.  He tasted incredible.  I
think a lot of the flavor came from the fact that I knew he was wanted this
so bad.  He always said he was straight, but he wanted and needed a blow
job right now more than anything.

I slid my mouth over his head and down his shaft.  I buried my face in his
pubes.  Deep throating him was not a chore or even a labor of love.  It was
the only natural thing to do at that point.  He started to thrash about on
the bed.

"Oh my god..." he would say.  I love it when guys are vocal.  When you know
they are enjoying themselves.  This continued for a few minutes then sat
straight up in bed, grabbed my head and shoulders and pulled me off.  He
said "that was way too intense."

I just laughed. And started to rub his belly and while I kissed his chest
and bit at his nipples.  He put an arm around neck and rested his forehead
against mine.  Then he said, "OK, let's try again."

He pushed down on my shoulders and I willingly complied and went back to
work.  While I sucked on his cock he ran his fingers through my hair.  By
now my own cock was fully erect and pressed against his leg.  I enjoyed the
warmth of his body and rubbed it against him.  Eventually found a way to
jack myself while working Kevin's manhood.

Twice he almost came.  And twice I pulled off.  But after a few more
minutes of sucking and stroking his firm meat and toying with his balls, I
decided to let the boy cum.  And boy did he cum!  His toes curled up and
balls drew up tight. His throbbing penis felt like iron in my hand.  I
raised my head to watch the show and I am glad I did.  He exploded with
seven or eight long jets of thick white cum.  The first few shots went well
past his belly button this time and landed square on his chest.  And then
they started falling across his washboard abs and finally it just gushed
from his cock cross my knuckles and into his pubes.

"Holy shit." I said with my mouth hanging open.

Kevin just laughed and pulled a pillow over his face.

"What the hell happened?  I saw you cum at least a half dozen times that
weekend and this is more spooge than all of them put together."  I said
with exaggerated astonishment.

As he started to laugh, he squirmed a bit and the cum that was pooling on
his chest and belly stared to stream off of him and onto my bed.

"Damn, now I gotta change the sheets!  You're gonna pay for this!"  I told
him with mock anger.

I got on top of him and rubbed my own dick against his.  Then I slid it up
his belly and let it drag through his still hot cum.  I was now completely
coated with fresh boy juice.  It felt so slippery as I slowly stroked.
Using him as lubricant only intensified the smell of his cum.  It didn't
take long and then I was spraying my load all over his chest and neck.  Now
he was completely splattered with his own massive load and mine.  His body
glistened.

"Wow that was fun.  But seriously, what's up with the gallons of cum!?" I
asked him as I got him a towel.

He would start laughing whenever I asked him.

Then he said, "Well, when I heard you were going to come watch my match I
stopped masturbating.  It's been four days" he confessed.

"Kevin! That can't be good for a young man your age.  You need to jack off
at least a couple times a day.  You shouldn't do that again, matter of
fact, I expect you to jack off at least every day and I want you to text
me, and verify with a picture.  And if you miss a day, I'm gonna spank your
ass and maybe take matters into my own hands."

He laughed.

"I'm serious! Well maybe not that serious, but pics would be nice!"

We both laughed.  Then he handed me the cum covered towel.  At this point
the mess was starting to get un-sexy.

"Holy crap, you better shower before you go home.  Otherwise you're gonna
get all crusty and smell like sex till you do.  Your mother will know you
didn't see a movie!"  I told him.

I drove him home and dropped him off about midnight.  He leaned over and
gave me a hug before he got out and said, "Thanks, I really enjoyed what
you did for me tonight."

I said, "You're welcomed, and I would do that for you any time."  But what
I thought was, "Hell yeah you did, and give me half a chance and I'll do it
again."