Date: Mon, 02 Aug 2004 18:39:18 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Are you sad  -  part 3

Are you Sad  -  Part 3

By David Lundquist

John's mother came out of the living room to the pool patio in a flurry of
packages and shopping bags.

"You stay for dinner Tom, yes?" Before I could answer she went on: "We're
eating 15 minutes, I have something in the oven. Get dressed and behave."
She disappeared into the living room before the words had reached me.

John smiled to me. "We better change, right?" He proceeded to, right there
on the patio. He skimmed his scanty speedo down his legs and stepped out of
it, naked as the day he was born. His mother came out on the patio in the
same moment.

"John! Please! We do have guests! You cannot go naked all the time! Besides
you do not have that much to show!" she snickered to him. That got to him.
Red in his face he pulled on a small white shorts. "At least I have a real
dick!" he threw after her back as she ran back into the house. But it was
lame and he knew it.

The easy tone that family had never ceased to surprise me. I would have died
on the spot if my mom had made fun of my dick in front of other people when
at that age. Besides, I thought the world about John's dick. Just the right
size when excited!

John put on a yellow t-shirt over the shorts. It was long and wide, and
covered his shorts completely, making it look like he was dressed only in
the t-shirt. Quite sexy. Knowing that he did not put any underwear on made
it even sexier.

I turned my back to John and making sure his mom were nowhere to be seen,
before I pulled off my swimming trunks and put on a brief and a pair of
tennis shorts. I topped it with a Brooks Brothers white oxford with short
sleeves. I knew I looked good in that attire, and I could feel John's eyes
on me. His mother was no better, she was looking me up when she came out on
the patio a few minutes later.

"Please make the table." She put a tray with plates and glasses down on the
table. John made no sign to move from the easy chair he had dumped down in,
and I put the plates and everything on the table. John stretched his legs
and showed his groin forward in his chair. I could clearly see the outline
of his dick, it looked like he was well on his way to be hard again.
Confused I almost dropped a glass on the deck. His mom came out with the
food, and he sat up in his chair, looking like the innocent schoolboy again.
His mother placed the food on the table and went inside again to fetch
something to drink. John spread himself in the chair again, and slowly
traced the outline of his dick while looking at me and licking his lips with
the red tip of his tongue. My heart started to pick up the pace, and I
hurried killing the sudden drought in my mouth with a glass of water. His
mom came out again and we sat down at the table.

The dinner was very nice. I cannot for the world remember what we ate. What
is etched in my mind though is Johns openly teasing me, just disguised it as
much that his mom should not understand what he was doing. His caressed my
legs with his feet, and the feeling of his warm and dry foot gliding up and
down my leg was surprisingly arousing. He put his finger in his mouth and
traced the lips while looking into my eyes. Once when his mom went inside to
fetch something he showed his finger slowly in and out of his mouth and
sucked at it at the same time. My dick was soon rock hard in my trousers.
Several times I had to sneak my hand down and rearrange it. To top it all
his mom had bought bananas for dessert. John pealed his slowly and ate it
passionately while looking into my eyes. To see his lips engulf the banana,
which he then slowly pulled out of his mouth, was something of the most
exciting I had seen in a long time. His mom saw it too, and hid a nice blush
with a hand up to her mouth stopping a small cough.

"Don't play with the food!" she scolded him. "If you're so overexcited you
can go to the bathroom and relieve yourself. We know your are a horny little
rabbit, you don't have to show it to us!"

I must have looked like a fool sitting there with an open mouth after her
outburst. John blushed. She saw my confusion, and added: "Sorry about that,
I forgot that we had guests. We do have an open mind in our household, you
know. It does not mean anything." She smiled a bit sheepishly to me. John
looked down, red in his face.

For the next few minutes, nobody said much. John was clearly embarrassed,
and his mom tried a few more time to explain away her outburst. I for myself
was silently thinking on how I could help John getting relief. My dick was
hard all the time, and I did not dare standing up from my chair.

But John and his mother being the people they are, laughter soon engulfed us
again. When she went out with the dishes John got the spark back in his eyes
again, and when he rose from the chair to help his mom, he lifted the
t-shirt, and I saw that he had opened the button in his shorts, and pulled
the zipper halfway down. He grinned to me and caressed the growing mound in
front of his trousers before going inside. I wisely sat down, hoping that my
hard on would soften a bit.

His mom came out with coffee. I could hear John running up the stairs,
before he came down again and out on the patio.

"Where have you been?" his mom asked him.

"In the bathroom relieving myself." He grinned. His mom touted her lips to
him. But she did smile.

I could see what he had done when he sat down in the hammock. He had removed
his shorts so he was only clad in the T-shirt! He lifted one of his legs in
my direction. My gaze was drawn irresistibly to his leg, and as he lifted up
his leg, I could see all the way up to his groin. I got a glimpse of his
ball sack and the tip of his dick before he sat down his leg again. Wow!
That kid was a maniac! He was very careful so his mother could not see
anything, but her mind was so deep in the news on the television they had on
the patio, that she did not see what her son was up to.

"Come and sit down beside me and help me with this." He had brought his
Hebrew textbook with him, and patted the hammock beside him.

"Yes, that's a good idea." his mom mumbled from her chair. She was clearly
on her way to fall asleep.

I was not so sure if this was a good idea, but of course I could not say no
to John's invitation. I sat down beside him, dry in my mouth. He moved close
to me at once, and I felt the warmth from his near naked body seep into
mine. My eyes were drawn to his long slim legs disappearing under the
T-shirt. John saw the direction of my gaze, and tugged at his t-shirt so
that the hem rose almost all the way to his groin. He said something about
what table was in Hebrew, but to me it sounded like "Feel me up!".  I placed
my hand on his thigh. The warm silken skin almost burned my hand. While John
went on with chair, table, door and a lot of other confusing words in
Hebrew, I let my hand slowly glide up the golden thigh, looking at his mom
all the time to see if she would wake up. Very soon I reached the hem of the
t-shirt. I hesitated a bit.

"Go on!" John hissed to me, this time in clear English.

My hand crept on, up under the t-shirt. A massive heat wave met my hand,
before it reached his soft ball sack. John pushed his groin forward, and
then I had his now very hard dick in my hand. "Yes!!!" he whispered to me. I
folded my fingers around his hard shaft. He strained his body forward again,
and the dick glided forth through its foreskin. God! This was hot! Ha sat
back in his seat, and his dick glided back in my hand. I got the hint, and
started slowly to masturbate him. He grunted and closed his eyes.  His dick
glided back and forth in my hand. I could feel it getting wet on the end. He
grunted again. His mom choose just that moment to stir in her chair,
mumbling something about coffee. We sat completely still, not moving,
looking at his mom sinking back in the chair, continuing her slumber.
John's dick was twisting in my hand, and he started to move his groin ever
so slowly and careful back and forth against my hand. His dick started
gliding to and from inside the foreskin.

He stopped for a few second, looking at his mom. She was sleeping soundly
now, and had started a quiet snoring. John started his pull - push in my
hand, now a bit harder and faster. He grunted and his eyelids fell almost
all the way down. His mouth opened partly, his breath going fast and shallow
between the brilliant white teeth. I concentrated to keep a tight grip on
his dick, and he leaned his head on my shoulder. His warm breath caressed my
neck.

Suddenly his body stiffened and he grunted again. His dick convulsed in my
hand, and while his body shock in convulsions, two - three warm and wet jets
of cum splashed out in my hand. He slowly let out his breath while relaxing
his body. I caressed his wet dick before I withdrew my hand, wet with his
watery cum. While he looked at me with big wet eyes, I liked his cum off my
hand.

"Boy, you're nice!" he whispered to me, nuzzling his head against my
shoulder and neck.

I sighed. I was still very hard and horny, but it had been kind of
contenting to make him cum. Beside I felt that I had started to get very
fond of the boy.

"So are you, my little superboy!" I whispered back to him, kissing him
lightly on his chin. He turned his head against mine, and his full lips slid
over my chin and nose, the tip of his tongue leaving a wet trail across my
face.

I rose from the hammock and went to the door to the living room.

"Where are you going?" he asked and came after me.

"To the bathroom. I have to relieve me."

"Can I come with you?" he asked.

"Sure." Why not? I would not mind looking at his naked body while bringing
forth the longed for release.

Inside the bathroom I locked the door behind us. I opened my trousers and
let it fall to the floor together with the briefs. My dick stood hard and
stiff straight out from my groin. While John looked on with big eyes, I sat
down on the toilet and started to caress myself. After a fem minutes John
went down on his knees between my legs, and took my dick in his hands and
continued masturbating me. My precum flowed out of my dick. Slowly it crept
down the shiny head to his hands. He let go of my dick with one hand and
licked at the precum.

"Mmmmmmm! Nice" He grinned to me, bowed forward and licked the head of my
dick. Shocks and lightenings flowed out from my dick. Suddenly I exploded.
Without warning I cum hard and fast. Thick ropes of cum blasted out of me.
The first hit him squarely in the face, almost drowning one of his eyes.

"Wow!" he exclaimed and moved fast backwards, just to catch the second
cumshot on his thigh. "Wow!" he exclaimed again, wiping my cum off his face
with his hand, before licking it clean, locking his eyes with mine. Boy of
boy, what would this leave to?

We used the next minutes to clean up and dress. We went back to the patio
just in time for his mother to wake up.

"Oh, my nice boys. Have you had fun?" She grinned to us, did she understand
anything. Her eyes glided down to my crotch, looking pointedly at me. Hmmmm,
there were something there!

The rest of the day is not very much to tell from. We sat watching
television together with his mother. I do not remember what program, but I
remember John nuzzling close to me in the sofa, and his mother sending us
warm smiles while serving us Coca Cola and biscuits. Hmmmmm...

Before I left John whispered in my ear that he could come over to me the
next day. I had told him that I was to be alone home, and that I could teach
him more Hebrew, and maybe showing him my stamp collection. I whispered back
to him that I would love him to come.

"Can we do something......." He started to ask me.

"What then?" I asked, standing in the door on my way out.

"It's so embarrassing...." He whispered back.

"Come on, you can ask me everything." I assured him.

He bowed close to me and whispered in my ear. Besides the tickling I could
hear him asking if we could play doctor.

"Sure." I said. "If that's what you want, that's what we're to do."

"You don't think it's too childish?" He was beet red in his face.

"No, nothing you like is childish." I shot back.

He was radiating happiness when closing the door, and I went back home
thinking about his whish for playing doctor. I was a professional doctor -
patient player when a small boy, and new all about the ins and outs of it
(and some ways of playing it my mom never knew about). I was going to make
it something John would not forget so easily.

Back home I went up to the attic where I had stored my old toys. In the back
was a small box under some big boxes with books. I brought it forward, and
carried it down to my room, making sure that my mom or dad did not see me.

That was my Pandora's box of the dark side of my youth. On the top there
were some magazines of a type you could not buy anymore. Some Piccolos, some
Chicken, and some Golden Boys. All of them filled with pictures of naked
boys, some of them hard and some doing sex. Oh boy, did I get excited when I
bought those in my late teenage years! Being an enthusiastic anal player,
the rest of the box was filled with my butt toys. A few butt plugs, one or
two vibrators, a big dildo, and some enema nozzles and balloons.

I spent a nice evening after going to bed, going through my treasure chest.
Some of my dearest toys ended up in my butt, and I masturbated me to a
shattering orgasm feeling the good feelings of my youth again, and thinking
about what might happen tomorrow.

My last thoughts before going to sleep was a confused wondering about my own
sexual preference. I had thought that being aroused by young boys were a
thing of the past, but it seemed not so now. And thinking more about it, I
had to admit to myself that my attraction to young boys had been there all
the time. I had just managed to suppress it and giving it other names.
Beautiful boys had always pleased my eyes, and a scantly clad boy on the
beach had never failed to make me hard. John again was something special. He
was one of the absolutely most beautiful specimens of the human race I had
ever seen, and likewise something of the sexiest person I had met. In
addition, I felt that I was well on my way to fall in love with him. Boy,
this was confusing!

...

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

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