Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2012 02:42:40 +0200
From: Adam Dhent <adamdhent@gmx.com>
Subject: Air Show Weekend 3

Kevin and I continued to keep in contact.  Over the weeks and months I got
to know him pretty well.  He was born late in the year and so he was about
a year older than his classmates.  His birthday was coming up and without
much thought, I could think of at least one way to celebrate.  I am not
sure who suggested we celebrate that way it but we were both of the same
mind.  I was not sure how this would be possible until he called on his
birthday and told me that his father had actually bought him a new car.  He
was so excited and called to say he was coming over to show me.

His new car was his ticket to freedom.  It meant full control of his
schedule, the start of a job and doing things with friends that had been
impossible before.  It was really a good change in his life.  But for me it
meant that for the first few months he would drop by once or twice a week
to fool around.  It was kind of like having a pizza delivery boy once a
week without the pizza!

A few minutes later he called from the parking lot and I went down to see
the new car.  Kevin was sitting against the hood wearing untied hi-tops,
baggy cargo shorts, and short sleeve shirt unbuttoned half way down his
chest.  He his muscular legs and arms crossed and he was grinning ear to
ear.

"So what do you think?"

"Wow, looks damn sexy.  Looks real good!" were the first words out of my
mouth.  I really hadn't paid much attention to the car yet.

Kevin made me get inside and showed me what every switch and button did.
Then drove around the block, well he drove.  When we got back to the
apartment I asked him if he wanted his gift the car or in the apartment.

He laughed and said, "I don't want to mess up the car, and I am pretty
excited today!"

We went upstairs and sat on the couch.  He lay down with his head in my lap
and told me all the things he was going to do now that he had a car.  I
listened while I played with spiky hair and finished unbuttoning his shirt.
Kevin had the absolute best body.  He had worked out and ran for years and
could not have more than 2% body fat.  He wasn't over built and like a
steroid pumped body builder.  But every muscle in his abdomen, chest and
back was clearly defined and toned.  I traced the lines of his body absent
mindedly as he talked.  Occasionally he would reach into his own shorts and
make some adjustments.  There were a couple of times when he would move my
hand from his sensitive nipples to his belly or even to his shorts that
were hiding his erection.

After a few more minutes of this, he said "I have to go!" and stood up.

"What about your present? " I asked.

"Oh I still want it!" he said.  Then he moved and stood between my knees,
unbuttoned his cargo shorts and let them and his boxers drop to his ankles.

There he stood with his shirt completely unbuttoned and his shorts at his
ankles.  His fully erect cock was pointing right at my face.  I gently
cupped his balls in my right hand and placed my left at the side of the
small of his back.  I opened my mouth and guided him in.  Kevin rested both
hands on my shoulders and started to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth.
I let him go as deep as he wanted and guided him by holding his firm hips
with both hands.  His speed picked up and he was making little grunting
sounds as he thrust his hips forward.  Once he was going fast, his cock
would occasionally come out of my mouth and slipped across my face.  He
would pause and wait for me to "fix him."

On one such occasion, I turned my face slightly sideways and licked his
balls.  Then I sucked one into my mouth, then the other.  Eventually I had
both balls sucked deep in my mouth.

"Oh wow!" is all he said as I massaged them.

I pulled my mouth off of his sack and his balls sprang back into place.  I
then pushed my face between his legs and behind them to lick that spot that
is actually the true base of his cock.  Kevin tried to spread his legs but
his shorts were in the way.

I gave up on that and went back to his cock.  He was dripping lots of sweet
pre-cum now and I wanted his load.  I wanted him enjoy his birthday.  After
a bit of deep throating, I started jacking his shaft while I sucked hard on
his now swollen head.  Kevin grunted and put his hands on my head.  It felt
like he was thinking about pulling me off.  But I didn't let go of him.  My
right fist was moving rapidly up and down his shaft and lightly smacking my
face.

He took three sharp deep breaths, as if he was starting to hyperventilate,
then he experienced a knee buckling orgasm.  He shot load after load into
my mouth.  I wasn't missing a drop.  I had to help hold him up and pulled
him towards me.  He kind of rested on my head with his arms on my shoulders
as I sucked and swallowed the last few drops of his cum.

I let him collapse on the couch next to me.  He was completely drained.
His cock was softening but still pulsed in time with his rapid heartbeat.

"Happy Birthday!"  I said.

"Fuck yea.  Best birthday gift ever..."

"Better than a car?"  I asked?

"I don't know.  Seems like it right now."

He sat there for a few more minutes, and then stumbled to the bathroom with
his shorts in hand.  After a long and noisy piss and the sound of the sink
running for a long time, he came out looking like he did when he arrived.
He gave me a big hug, said thanks again, and headed out with his keys in
hand.