Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2004 12:08:53 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Are you sad  -  part 2

First of all: I owe my readers an explanation: As numerous of you have
pointed out for me (as I did not know!), a Jewish boy does not have a
foreskin, and I'm a big schlemiel when I write that John's foreskin had
retracted halfway down. Well, it's like this: It's not true that everybody
that studies Hebrew and goes to Israel to work as a volunteer on a kibbutz
has to be Jewish. In my country (Norway) it is still quite common for young
goyim to do kibbutz stints. (And not every cut schwantz has to be Jewish;
the first dick I ever sucked was cut and belonged to a nice catholic boy
from New Jersey). I must have let my own preferences creep into the story
when I described John, I should of course made him a nice Scandinavian, with
blond hair, big blue eyes and fair skin! But I know what a Brit Milah is and
the significance of it. If it's the wish of my readers, I will of course
bring in a nice Jewish zayin in the story!

Enough of that and on with the story:


I did not see John the next few days, but he was in my mind most of the
time. I was very confused. I was horny all of the time, and sought relief by
masturbating as often I could. I tried to project the image of Lise in my
mind while the good feelings raced out in my body, but she was replaced
every time by a naked John with his hard dick rising up from his little
patch of black hair. However hard I tried not to, I could not help imagining
how it would be to take his uncut dick with the exciting foreskin into my
mouth, peeling the skin all the way down with my tongue before sucking it
deep into my mouth.

I did not want to admit it, but the truth was that I wanted him, that I
wanted to have sex with him. But it was wrong! I was not into small boys!
That was perverse! But I could not help it. The image of his naked young
body, eager for sex, was the most arousing I had experienced in a long time.

I was very nervous when I went over to him the third day for our next lesson
in Hebrew. I had decided that this sex-thing had to stop before it evolved
in something I would regret. However sexy I found John, I could not allow
this to go further. I had decided to stop teaching John if I could not
resist him. I had to show some strength. Little did I know!

John's mother opened the door and let me in.

"John is by the pool. He wanted the lesson outside today." He did, did he.

We walked through the house and out on the terrace beside the pool. John was
flat out on a sun bed, clad only in the small speedo he had on the last
time. "Oh Lord, give me strength!" I silently prayed while letting my gaze
glide over his perfect body, naked but for the small blue triangle covering
the exciting mound in his crotch.

"I hope you don't mind John's attire." His mother said. "I find his swimming
costume far too small, but he insists to use it this year too. I've tried to
tell him that the cool thing for boys to use now is shorts, but of course he
does not listen to his mom." She continued. "But he's quite cute, don't you
think?" A rather proud expression passed fleetingly over her face.

"Yes, eh, quite." I assured her, trying too hard not to sound to
enthusiastic.

"Ok, I leave you two until dinner, yes, you will have dinner with us
tonight?" she asked me.

"Yeah, sure, fine." The sophisticated phrases flowed out of my drooling
mouth.

"Bye, I'm off to the city then, bye!" with this words she left us alone. A
few minutes later I could hear her car backing out of the driveway.

"We're alone for the next 3 hours." John said and smiled.

"Yes we are." I agreed.

"Lets get on with the lesson so we can have time for some fun!" He grinned
to me. Some fun eh? I was not so sure about that.

He rose from the sun bed and sat down at a table at the poolside. He had his
textbook ready, and for the next hour we worked on the Hebrew together. I'm
not so sure that my teaching was top efficient, as my mind and eyes was
occupied by the wonderful near naked boy at my side. He steadily kept moving
his chair closer to me, till me sat close together. This made it even more
difficult to keep my mind on the Hebrew. I could feel the heath from him on
my skin and smell the almost imperceptible sweet smell from his body.

While he worked on ani, atah, at, ho, hi and so on, my eyes crept down to
his crotch. The bulge in front kept changing size all the time. One minute
it was small and child like, the next it suddenly started to grow and did
not stop before his trunks were tented out in front by a very stiff pole. It
stayed tented out for some minutes, before going soft again. This cycle kept
repeating over and over for some time, and I kept wondering if this was just
the usual young teenager getting-hard-all-the-time syndrome, or if he was
really horny. I was wondering what his dick would look like with the
foreskin pulled all the way down before remembering what I had decided no
sex with John. My own dick was rock hard all the time, and I felt how the
sweet sexy feelings flowed out in my body.

John asking me "do you know any bad words in Hebrew" suddenly interrupted my
thoughts.

"Bad words?" I answered. "Not really, the ones I know are in Yiddish."

"Ok, that's fine with me. What's dick in Yiddish?"

"Smock." I answered.

"Smock? Really?" John laughed. "But that's what you're calling me all the
time, 'you're a smock!'"

"Sure, you can use it that way too. You can also call it a schwanz, schlong
or putz. I think Zayin is Hebrew."

"Boy, they do have lots of names for dick." John looked at me with big
hungry eyes. "But what about to fuck, what's that?" Probably without
thinking about it, he put his hand down in his lap and started to caress the
big pole in it.

"Shtuppen I think it is." I answered, my eyes glued to his hand that slowly
had started to pull on the hard schlong in his swimming trunks. "And what
you're doing now is called meonen or ose bayad."

"What is called that?" He looked at me with his innocent eyes, but then he
understood what I meant, and removed his hand from the lap. "Oh, yes, that."
He blushed furiously.

He looked at me again, then down to my crotch where my hard dick was very
obvious. "But you're hard you too!" He grinned.

"Yes, I guess I am, I admitted.

"Don't you want to, to do something with it?" he almost whispered. "I do."
His put his hand back in his lap.

"I .... well ..... I ......" I stuttered.

"Do you?" he asked again. Now his hand had crept under the top of his
speedo.  I could see through the speedo that he took hold of his dick.

"Yes, I do!" I hissed back to him.

"Well, do then!" he shot back at me. His hand was now going steadily up and
down inside his trunk.

"But it is not right. You're just a ......" I tried.

"Just a what?" he demanded. Now he took hold of his speedos with his other
hand, and showed it down. My eyes were glued unto his right hand, going up
and down on his hard dick. The blue-red head was shining in the sun every
time his hand was on the down stroke.

"A kid." I said meekly.

"But with a hard dick, right?" He grinned to me. "Come on, do it you too."

Still I hesitated, but my resolve was crumbling. So when he let go of his
own dick and gripped mine through my trousers, I did not say anything, but
let him caress my hard dick. It was soooo good! I could feel my heart high
up in my throat when his hand kneaded the head on my dick.

"Lie down on the sun bed." He whispered to me and rose from the chair. He
pulled down his speedo and stepped out of it. His dick stood hard up against
his stomach.

Almost without an own will I stood up and lay down on the sun bed. John bent
over me and bored his big eyes into mine. "You want to, yes?" he asked me.

"Yes! Yes!" I had given in completely. All I wanted now was to cum fast and
quick. "Yes!"

He unbuttoned my trousers and pulled down my zipper. He grinned up to me
before taking hold of my trousers on the side. I lifted my bum and he pulled
the trousers down on my legs. My hard dick tented my briefs up. A wet spot
had formed on the middle. John took hold of my briefs, and in one quick
movement he had pulled it down on my legs. My very hard dick slapped against
my stomach. A drop of precum oozed out of the swollen head.

John took hold of my dick. "It's so big!" He looked at it with big eyes.
With his forefinger he spread a new drop of precum out around the piss slit.

"I've never seen a cut dick hard before." He said. "How do you do it?" He
caressed the head and I moaned.

"I spit in my hand or use oil." He gripped harder on my dick, and I moaned
again.

"Like this?" he asked and spit in his hand before taking hold of my dick
again. Slowly he slid his hand up and down on my dick. Good feelings flowed
out from my dick like electricity.

"Yes! Yes!! That's it!" I groaned. I lifted up my hips to meet his hand on
the down stroke. Of God! This was soo hot. A naked 14-year-old boy was
masturbating me. And I loved every second of it.

He spit again in his hand and sped up his caressing. The good feeling
increased and increased. My precum flowed out and down on his hand. He
stopped masturbating me and spread it out on the head, before taking hold of
me and caressing even harder. I reached out for him and got hold of his bum.
I kneaded the soft and hard bun while he pulled harder on my straining dick.
Then I could not stand it more. I exploded in a hard ravaging orgasm, rope
after rope of cum shooting out of my dick, landing on my breast and belly.
The last few drops slid down his hand.

"Wow!" he said and let go of me. His dick was flat against his stomach. "Do
me!" he hissed through his teeth and stood up beside the sun bed. I sat up
and took hold of his dick and pulled down his foreskin. The blue-red head
was shiny, filled with blood. His balls were close to his groin.

I pulled up and down on him a few times. He groaned.

Then I could not wait more. I bent forward and took him in my mouth. He
gasped. I closed my lips halfway down on his shaft, and let my tongue glide
over the silken head, just as I had dreamt. He shuddered in his body. Slowly
I started to suck him while caressing the head with my tongue. I took hold
of his hard butt and pressed him against me. He placed his hand in my hair
and started to fuck my mouth with his dick while counter the movement with
his hands. It was not the first time I sucked a dick, but the first time as
a grown up. But I had not forgotten how nice it was to have a dick gliding
inside your mouth. I let my tongue glide over the tip of his dick, and I
could taste something different. It must have been precum, for he was still
working hard with fucking my face.

We had not been on it for more than a minute or two when he suddenly started
to moan rather loud. Hi tried to withdraw from my mouth, but I held him back
and sucked harder. And then BANG! His dick convulsed, and several jets of
mild tasting cum filled my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could and kept up
my sucking. He moaned loud again, and his knees buckled under him. With an
extra effort he showed my head off him and sat down on the sun bed beside
me. His face was sweaty and red, his eyes half shut and glistening.

"Wow! That was the best ever!" he leaned against me and his head slid down
to my shoulder. "That was the best." He repeated.

I kissed his forehead. He turned his head up against me and placed his mouth
on mine. His tongue slid into my mouth and we kissed a wet and sloppy kiss.
It was nice.

"You're something." I whispered to him.

"Yes, I know." He grinned to me. "I love you. At least I love your dick!"

"Mmmmmm" was all I managed to say, holding him close to me, feeling his warm
breath on my neck.

We sat like this for some time, letting the good feelings mellow in our
bodies. We put on swimming trunks in good time before his mother came home,
but not before I sucked him to another cum while he was laying flat on the
sun bed. I had already voted his dick the best suckable dick in the world,
and he promised me free access to it as often I wanted.


...

That's all for now. I hope you liked it, and that you was as hard as I was
when writing it!

I would be very happy to receive comments to davidi50@hotmail.com