Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2003 22:11:12 -0700
From: Jason Tyler <jasontyler_gpc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bigger Better Deal

Bigger Better Deal
By Jason Tyler

I met my last roommate when he was 14 and he ended up moving in after
deciding his home was no longer someplace he could live. His father had left
before he was born, and his mother was becoming more and more abusive. To
the point where she was happier when he wasn't around.  Dallas was the
cutest, most perfect guy you'd ever want to meet. He also was a typical
teenager. But I'm jumping ahead.

The first contact I had with Dallas was from an email he'd sent me saying he
liked my website. He was 14 years old, going on 15 and figured he was
bisexual, but wasn't sure since he hadn't had sex with anyone.  I emailed
him back and thanked him for his comments, which led us to talk back and
forth on a regular basis using Instant Messenger. I found out that he lived
very close to me in Vancouver, so we agreed to meet for pizza.  Everyone
likes pizza and a public place is always a good area to meet. If you don't
like each other, then at least you get a nice meal out of it.  Fortunately
we did like each other. He was a blond haired kid with the cutest smile,
standing about 5'8" and about 140lbs. I couldn't take my eyes off him as we
talked. After pizza we went to play mini golf and I kicked his ass...it's
the only thing I could beat him at, as it would turn out.  He really opened
up and told me about his life. He was popular in school, but his Mom was
poor and blamed her financial status on him. He said he had a part time job
at McDonald's but most of his money went on food and clothes, since his Mom
provided very little.  My heart went out to him as I don't think any kid
should have to survive like that. I agree with him having a job, but his
money should go to things he needs to be a kid. CD's, movies, dating, etc.
I also found out that he wished he had a brother or sister, but secretly
hoped for a brother.  I volunteered to be his brother and his eyes lit up.
I drove him home and promised we would get together again if he wanted. From
the look on his face, he definitely wanted to.   I got home and found an
email from him thanking me for taking him out.  It was such an emotional
message that I almost cried.

After having got together a couple more times, he asked if he could come
over to my place and see where I lived. Of course I said yes.  I don't have
much, but apparently I have more than he was used to, so he immediately
began to check everything out, starting with my entertainment center. I had
to explain the turntable and showed him the records I had. Being in my early
30's, records were what I grew up with. To him, they were "weird".  I showed
him how to play them, but he seemed more interested in the Playstation, as
well as the hundreds of movies I have, but Playstation won out to start.
I'm not good at video games, especially racing games, but I'll participate.
He thought it was funny at how pathetic I was at the games, so decided to
make it more fair.  He placed his controller on the ground and played the
game with his feet, while I concentrated as hard as I could.  He beat
me...just barely though.  Eventually he tired of winning all the time and
decided to search through the movies. Unfortunately he found one of my gay
porn DVD's and giggled when he showed it to me.

"You watch this stuff?"  he asked holding up the DVD.

Shit, I thought to myself. He wasn't supposed to find that, although deep
inside I felt it kinda broke the ice on the whole sex issue.    "Sure.
Sometimes watching porn is easier than going out to find someone to have sex
with. Plus I get lots of ideas from them." I smiled at him and plucked the
movie out of his fingers.

"Can we watch it?"  he questioned.

"Not today, but maybe when we get to know each other better we can" I
replied quickly, but not with a lot of conviction.

"Come on, I haven't seen any sex, except on the internet and I can't get
much of that 'cause my Mom has those stupid filters on my shitty computer."

"Later dude. Just pick another movie."   He picked Austin Powers and we sat
back on the couch to watch it. I grabbed us a couple of Root Beers and made
popcorn.  About halfway through the movie he stretched out on the couch and
put his legs across my lap.  I've never been one to shy away from physical
contact and whether he did it with ulterior motives or not I didn't know. I
put my hands on his legs and gently rubbed up and down on his jeans. As we
continued to watch the movie, I kept rubbing his legs. Eventually I started
massaging his feet. Slowly I pushed my hand up his leg and just under his
jeans feeling the soft hairs on his leg. I quickly removed his socks and
began massaging his feet again with more pressure.

"That tickles" he said giggling slightly as he squirmed, and tried to pull
his foot away.

"Hold still, I'll add more pressure and it shouldn't tickle as much"

He looked at me in anticipation and looked ready to pull his foot away in a
seconds notice.  I grabbed his foot and, avoiding the very sensitive area of
his foot, I resumed the massage. He relaxed as I worked each foot.  I began
to work my way up his leg pushing his jeans up as I went.  I had exposed his
lower legs almost to the knee and was totally enjoying the feel of the soft
hair on his cute leg.  Without thinking, I lent down and kissed his calf.
He giggled.

"That feels nice. I've never had a massage before" he smiled.

"Well, it's not a real massage, I was just playing with your legs" I
explained, trying to minimize what I was doing.

"Can I have a massage then?" he asked

"Sure" I said swallowing unintentionally loud.  "Just lie on the floor"

"He immediately rolled off the couch and onto the floor, removing his shirt
as he did. If I wasn't hard before, I was now. His body was incredible.
Almost a swimmers build and every inch a teen boy. I wanted to lick every
part of him, but I figured that might be to much too fast, so I took a few
deep breaths and got ready to touch him. I just hoped I didn't shoot off in
my pants.  He lay face down with his head resting on his folded arms. I
grabbed his shoulders and began to massage him.  His skin was baby soft and
I could feel his developing muscles underneath. The more I touched him, the
more I wanted to get him naked and pleasure him in ways he had yet to
experience. I straddled him, sitting on his ass, as I worked down on his
shoulders and back.

"God, that feels great. I hope you're going to do this a lot" he moaned.

"Sure, if you want me to" I said feigning disinterest. Meanwhile my brain
was screaming OH YEAH!!!

I continued to massage him for another 10 minutes before I got off him and
began on his lower back, occasionally slipping my hands under the waistband
of
his jeans and underwear.  I wanted to rip them off and start to work on his
ass and legs, but I also didn't want to scare him.

"Would you do my legs too? It felt so good before" he asked, looking back at
me.

"Sure, but you should take your jeans off, so I can do it properly" I
suggested helpfully.

He quickly sat up, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. He was wearing
very cute blue Tommy Hilfiger boxers. Now I was sure I wanted this guy.
After all, anyone who wore Tommy was okay in my book.

"Tommy boxers huh.  Are those something you bought with your own money?"

"Yeah, cool eh? They were like $25 though" he was grinning.

"Very cool. I have a few pairs of Tommy boxers, not to mention all the other
Tommy stuff."

"Can I see your clothes later?" he asked.

"Sure. You can probably even wear some of them if you want to. We're about
the same size for shirts."  I said quickly.

"Excellent. You probably have way better stuff than me."  He said quietly.

"Dude, don't worry about stuff like that. You're smart. You'll get
everything you want in life as you grow up."    I began massaging his legs
starting from his feet and working up to his thigh, stopping just short of
his boxers.  I worked on each leg in turn giving special attention to his
upper legs. After a while, I pulled his legs apart slightly and worked on
his inner thigh. Slowly inching my way up his leg, I finally slipped my hand
inside the bottom of his shorts gently squeezing his left butt cheek.  He
moaned slightly. I worked on each cheek, pushing his shorts up further and
further as I did, exposing his cheeks. Just like the rest of him, they were
perfect. No hair to be seen and even at his crack, it was as smooth as the
day he was born. I wanted to drop my face into it and eat him from the
inside out.  I massaged each cheek gently spreading them apart so I could
see into his crack.  He was perfect. A nice pink hole untouched by anything.
I didn't dare touch him there just yet, so I let his cheek go and worked my
way back down his leg, pulling his shorts back into position to cover his
cheeks.   I massaged the length of his body a few more times, before
swatting him on the ass.

"Okay buddy. My arms are tired. Time to get dressed."

"Awww. That felt so good. Can I see some of your clothes before I get
dressed. Then I can try them on" he smiled at me and turned over. As he did,
his semi hard dick fell out of the fly in his shorts. My eyes shot straight
to it, and took a quick mental picture of it. I was almost overheating with
excitement. He just slipped it back into his shorts and stood up without
saying a word or acknowledging that he had exposed himself.  With him
standing in front of me while I was still kneeling, his crotch was only a
couple of inches from my face. I wanted to grab his shorts, yank them to his
feet, and devour his boy cock, but my conscience said it would be wrong.
Why is it that the little angel conscience wins out most of the time. Why
can't the little devil guy win more! Shit.

We walked to my room. Since he didn't know where to go, he was behind me,
but I would have preferred him to be in front, so I could watch his cute
bubble butt. I turned on the light in my closet and he gasped as he entered
it.

"Wow, my whole room isn't this big" he exclaimed. "You have tons of clothes.
You don't wear all these do you?"

"No, I'm bored with most of them" I admitted. "Do you see anything you
like?"

"Duh! I like everything" he said pawing through the racks. "Can I try stuff
on?"

"Of course, isn't that why you stayed almost naked?" I replied.  He smiled
at me.

After trying on a dozen shirts and even a few pairs of pants, he decided on
the stuff he liked the most. My pants were too big for him, after all he was
about a 30 waist and I'm a 34, but he said it was good to have them baggy.
I let him wear the outfit he liked most and told him he could return it to
me the next time we got together. He turned around and gave me a great big
hug.

"Thanks Jason, you're awesome"  he lay his head against my shoulder. I
returned the hug.  It was a little unusual for someone his age to be that
affectionate, but I  wasn't complaining. It was time to get him home, so he
grabbed his clothes and headed out to the car.

"Can I stay over next weekend? My Mom is going to some friends party, so
she'll come home drunk, and I'd rather not be there" he said from the
passenger seat as we got close to his house..

"Is your Mom okay with you staying out?" I asked

"Yeah, she doesn't care. Actually she prefers it if I'm not home."  He
shrugged his shoulder casually.  I know I should have checked with his
mother and made sure I wasn't being lied to or made a fool of, but something
about the way he was telling me things, made me pretty sure he was telling
the truth.

"Okay. Are you thinking Friday or Saturday night?" I asked

"Friday if that's okay."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at 6. We can have dinner together"

"Cool. I'll see you at 6"  he said beaming from ear to ear.  We pulled up to
his house, and he leaned over to give me another hug.  "Later Jay"   I
watched him disappear into his house and began to miss him already.

Friday came around quickly, and he was waiting on his front step with his
mother when I pulled up. Figuring that I had better introduce myself, I got
out of the car and went up to the door. I stuck my hand out to greet Dallas.

"Hey buddy"  he smiled.  "Mom, this is my friend Jason."

"Nice to meet you" she said "Dallas tells me that you have agreed to let him
stay with you this weekend?"

"Only if it's alright with you" I said quickly.

"Yeah, he's pretty responsible, just don't let him eat you out of
everything, or make you buy him stuff. I notice he has some new clothes."

I laughed "I let him wear some of my clothes that he said he liked. Maybe he
should keep them until he grows into them." I gave another small laugh
looking at Dallas.

"Well, you guys have a good time, and just remember you have school on
Monday, so don't be late" she warned.  Monday? Today was only Friday. I
guess she thought he was going to stay the whole weekend. I didn't bother to
correct her.

"Don't worry I won't forget about school" he said getting up and grabbing
his sport bag.  We got in the car and headed for my place.

"See I told you she didn't care"  he complained

"Well, I don't know your Mom, but it seemed like she cared enough to come
and see who was taking her son for the night" I countered.

"Yeah. A guy old enough to be my father, who she doesn't know, is spending
the weekend with her son. She didn't even ask your name or your phone number
or anything." He retorted.  Ouch...old enough to be his father. That's all I
heard and it stung bad. I've never thought of myself being that old.

"I wouldn't worry about it. Let's just have a good time, son!"  I smiled at
him and ruffled his hair.

"Hey! Not the hair dude"  he whined trying to get away from me. "Son, huh?"

"Well that's for the 'old' crack" I replied.  He giggled.

We got to my place and entered my apartment. He immediately headed for my
bedroom, and put his bag on my bed, opening it.  He took out the clothes he
had borrowed and returned them to the hangers.

"Don't worry, I washed them"  he said looking at me.

"You do laundry?" I asked quite surprised. I only learned to do laundry when
I moved out on my own.

"Well if I don't, I'd never have any clean clothes. I do all the chores
around the house" he explained.  "So what are we going to do first?"

"Dinner. How about we go to Earls?"

"That's too expensive. I could cook something." He offered.

"Okay, nice thought, but I don't cook. That's what restaurants are for. The
day I have to cook my own food, is the day I move into a cardboard box under
the bridge."  The second I said it, I regretted it. That was incredibly
insensitive.

"I like to cook" he said without showing any emotion.

"I just find it easier to eat out. When you're by yourself, it's too hard to
cook for just one person." I tried to back pedal from my last stupid
comment. "Anyway, I'd love to treat you to dinner."

"Okay, can I wear some of your good clothes if we're going out to some place
fancy."    Earls? Fancy?  I just see it as a basic restaurant, but I guess
to him, it was fancy. I knew I was going to enjoy hanging out with this boy.
  He got dressed in a ribbed charcoal gray t-shirt and a pair of black cargo
pants.  Damn he looked hot.

He was a perfect gentleman during dinner and I was proud to have him with
me. When the waitress came over to take our drink order he ordered a
Smirnoff Ice. Needless to say, he was refused. I just  looked at him and
grinned.

"What? I like Smirnoff. Well, I've only had it once at a friends place, but
it tasted really good and made my head buzz."

"I like Smirnoff too" I agreed "but you know you have to be 19 before
they'll serve you."

"What about at home?" he asked

"In the privacy of your own home, under the supervision of your parents, I
think it's okay, but I'm not really sure. I'm not a parent."  I really had
no idea, as it had never come up before. Any boy I'd been with under 19
years old, had only been interested in sex, not alcohol. At least I never
spent enough time with them for the subject to be an issue.

"Cool" he grinned mischievously.

We finished dinner and headed to a movie. He said he'd only been to a couple
of movies before, so was really excited.  Even though we'd just eaten, we
bought popcorn, twizzlers, milk duds and drinks.  Parental note number one:
Don't feed teenage boys tons of sugar at night.   The movie we chose was an
action movie with tons of explosions, car crashes, violence and martial
arts.  Parental note number two: Don't' feed teenage boys lots of sugar and
show them action and violence at night.   The movie ended and before we got
to the car, Dallas had tried every martial arts move he'd just seen on me.
I got in a couple of good moves of my own, but have you ever tried wrestling
with a 14 year old? They're as tough as an adult, without worrying about
what they might break in the process. Personally I thought I was going to
puke up all the junk food I'd just eaten, but managed to get in the car
before that happened.  He was literally bouncing off the seats reminding me
of every line in  the movie.

"Remember the part where the car flipped over and the guy flew out. Did you
see how realistic it was when his head cracked open? What about when he
speared that guy into a wall with the RPG? The love scene was kinda lame
though. I could see they weren't naked. How dumb was that."   He talked
continuously until we got home. I managed to mumbled a couple of 'uh huh's
and mmm yeah's'.  He went straight to my room, and took off the clothes he
had borrowed, hanging them back up in the closet.

"What are you doing" I asked, not at all disappointed that he was standing
in front of me in just his boxers. I still wanted to lick him from head to
toe.

"I'm getting out of my good clothes...I mean your good clothes. I usually
just wear a t-shirt and boxers around the house if that's okay."

"Sure that's fine. I'm like that too. It saves on laundry."

"So, are you gonna be in your boxers too, or would you prefer that I put on
some pants." He questioned.

"No, I'm gonna change"  I just hoped my dick was going to behave itself
tonight.

I quickly removed my pants and shirt, leaving us both almost naked in the
closet. Now I could use a lot of cliches at this point, about being in the
closet, but I won't.
Dallas watched me choose a t-shirt and I couldn't help but notice that he
was looking at me more than the clothes. That was an encouraging sign. I'm
not exactly a cute guy like he is.  I'm just an average looking guy with a
big dick, but he hadn't seen that part, so I couldn't imagine what he was
looking at. I just hoped he wasn't disappointed.

He chose a t-shirt as well, and we headed into the living room. Playstation
was again the activity of the night, with me losing every game I played. I
quickly learned to suggest one person games, then get excited with him as he
played. He felt good, and so did I. At least I wasn't losing.

"Can I have another massage?" he asked after a couple of hours.

"I can see that this is going to become a habit" I joked with him "I guess
you liked it last time huh?"

"Yup. It felt so good, and I fell asleep as soon as I got home, I was so
relaxed" he sighed.  I laughed.

"Okay, lie down."

He quickly removed his shirt and lay face down. Once again I straddled him
and started with his shoulders and neck.  I could feel the heat of his ass
passing through our boxers. It made my dick twitch and I knew I was
powerless to stop myself from getting a full fledged hard on.  I rubbed and
kneaded his back as I tried to concentrate on giving him a great massage. My
dick had popped to full hardness and I was trying to keep it from shoving it
up his ass.  As I worked lower down his back, I reluctantly got off him and
looked down to see a wet spot on the front of my shorts. I knew I would have
to change them later so he wouldn't notice.  I almost duplicated the last
massage I gave him, and took advantage of every opportunity to go inside his
shorts and massage his ass.  At one point I put my hands inside the top of
his boxers and pushed them downward, gripping one butt cheek in each hand as
I massaged his white globes. I took my time and lowered my head as close as
I dared, breathing in his sweet smell and getting a good look at his cute
ass.  I'd seen almost every part of him, and was fascinated by how perfect
he seemed.  He wiggled a bit lifting himself up slightly as he tried to turn
slightly to the side. If I hadn't had my hands on him, I may have missed the
move.  I hoped it was because he was getting a hardon, but I couldn't be
sure from this viewpoint.  As he moved, I tried to push his shorts down a
little further, but they weren't going to go.  I returned to massaging his
legs, spreading them a bit to get better access. I deliberately brushed my
fingers over the back of his ball sack, and could feel a few small hairs on
the edge of them. He moaned slightly and probably by instinct moved his legs
wider apart.  I applied a little more pressure against the base of his balls
as I continued to massage him.  I was so hard, that the wet spot on my
shorts looked like I'd peed myself. Deciding I better try to calm down a
bit, I moved my massage down his legs and finished at his feet.

"Just lie there for a second and enjoy the feeling. I'll be right back" I
quickly stood up and headed for my bedroom, my hardon leading the way.  I
quickly dropped my shorts, grabbed a clean pair and after pulling them over
my hardon, went back to the living room.  Dallas was still lying face down
with his head on his arms.  He looked back at me as he heard me approach. My
hardon was obvious and he noticed. A small smile escaped his lips.

"That felt so great. Would you like me to do you?" he asked not aware of the
double meaning I heard in my head.

"You don't have to, this is about you, not me"  I said casually.

"Why? I'm good at massages" he said a slight look of confusion in his face.
I shrugged my shoulders and lay down.

"Hey! Take off your shirt or I can't do it properly" he complained.  I
pulled the t-shirt over my head and lay down.  He quickly sat on me and once
again, my dick reacted to the closeness of him.  Following almost every move
I had done to him, he gave me a wonderful massage. When his hands slipped
under my boxers to play with my ass, I almost pumped a load into my shorts.
I had to take a few deep breaths to get back under control. I almost kicked
him in the face when he touched my feet as I'm very ticklish.  He giggled
and grabbed a hold of my feet, hanging on like a bucking bronco.

"Stop! Stop! Uncle!!" I screeched at the top of my lungs. He kept doing it.
I reached behind me and turned over throwing him off onto the floor.  He was
laughing so hard that he was crying.  "Oh, you think that's funny huh? How
would you like it if I tickled you?"  I grabbed him by his sides and began
tickling.  With both of us in just our boxers, this was turning me on even
more. Our bodies were touching tight against each other as I pressed my
weight onto him, continuing the tickling.

"Uncle!! I'm gonna pee myself" He giggled and squirmed as I attacked him.
"I mean it. If you don't stop...."

I figured I better not test that, so I let him go. He moved away and began
to slow his breathing.

"So much for relaxing you with a nice massage" I laughed at him.

"Well, you don't exactly look relaxed either" he grinned pointing at my
crotch.  True enough, since my dick was rock hard and tenting my shorts out
almost obscenely.

"That's what you get for getting me all excited. Just looking a cute guy
like you would be enough to get a fag like me horny, but after an excellent
massage, I might need to go jerk off."  I said, figuring there was no point
in hiding it. He already knew I was gay, so that wouldn't come as a shock,
and I knew that he thought he was bisexual. At some point we were going to
have sex, and we both knew it.  I just didn't want him to think our
friendship was only going to be based on sex. I really liked this guy.

"Can we jerk off together then? I'd like to see that porno movie, you took
away from me last time" he said nervously.

"Maybe, but first I think we need a shower before bed. I'm pretty sweaty,
and I probably stink."

"Do you think I stink too?" he asked sniffing his armpit. I looked closely
at the few hairs he had under his arms. They were darker than his blond
hair, but still very light in color.  I sniffed the air, and curled up my
nose waving my hand in front of it.

"Yeah, you're just a smelly little bastard. Now get your ass in the shower!"
I smiled at him standing up and offering him my hand.  I pulled him up and
we headed for the bathroom.  I found a clean towel and showed him how to
start the shower. He probably could have figured it out, but it gave me a
chance to stay close to him.  I wanted to stay and watch him shower, but I
figured he might want privacy, so I returned to the living room. He left the
door partially open and I so badly wanted to sneak back and see if I could
see him. I paced around the living room fighting with the good and bad
conscience guys again. By the time I had decided to sneak up to see him, he
was already in front of me wrapped in a towel, his hair dripping wet.  He
looked so cute with the blond hair in his eyes. I reached up and brushed it
out of his face.  He looked directly into my eyes and smiled.

"Your turn" he chirped.

"Okay, I'll be back. Grab a coke or something if you want."  Parental note
number three:  don't give even more sugar to a teenage boy just before he
heads for bed.

I jumped into the shower and was just enjoying the warm water flowing over
my body as I heard Dallas mumble something from a distance. I stepped
forward out of the water to hear him better.  "What?" I yelled.

He stuck his head around the curtain, scaring the shit out of me as he said,
"I asked if I could have the last Mountain Dew in the fridge. Geez you don't
have to yell."

I wiped the water out of my eyes and realized he was still staring at me. My
dick was semi hard, as I was REALLY enjoying the warm water. "Yeah, anything
that's here you can help yourself to, what's mine is yours."

"Cool" he said as he continued to stare. "What are we going to do tomorrow?"

Now I was sure this was a delay tactic to stare at my dick, and it was going
to start exciting me. I turned my back to him and stepped back under the
water to try and keep my dick from getting completely hard.

"I don't know, we'll decide that when we get up tomorrow"

"Okay"  he left and went to get his drink.  I finished my shower quickly,
dried off, dressed and returned to the living room.  He was sitting on the
couch watching TV dressed in just his boxers. His dime shaped nipples were
jutting out suggesting he was cold. I wanted to play with them.

I went into the hallway to get some blankets so I could make up the sofa for
him. When I returned, he looked up at me curiously.  "Are we going to sleep
out here or something?"

"I was going to make up the couch for you" I said.

"Oh" he said, his whole face falling, and his shoulder sagging. "I thought
we were going to sleep together and maybe watch that porno.  Your bed is big
enough, and I promise I don't snore or anything."  He looked up at me with
pleading eyes that bore right through me. How could I say no. After all, why
would I say no, I wanted him in my bed, I just had to let him take things at
his own speed. Obviously he was prepared to move faster than I first
thought.

"Well, okay! As long as you don't snore." I laughed.  We headed to the
bedroom, and I couldn't help but notice that Dallas had brought the DVD with
him. I turned on the TV, and he held up the movie looking at me for
permission. I nodded, and he gave me a huge grin that went from ear to ear.
He put it in the DVD player and jumped on the bed.  I pulled the covers back
quickly as he landed and sat beside him. We propped the pillows up and
prepared for it to start.

"Ummm...can I ask you a question?" he said.

Being the smart ass that I am, I replied "You just did! Wanna ask another
one?"

"Huh?" He asked  "Whatever. "How often do you jerk off?

"At least twice a day. Sometimes more" I smiled. Just talking about it was
going to be enough. I wouldn't need the movie.

"Cool. Me too" I thought maybe I was doing it too much. I've read stories
about it, but I didn't know if it was normal or not."

"Yup, very normal. I'm probably not even going to get through the movie
without wanting to jerk off, that's how normal it is" I looked over at him
and smiled. He was looking a little nervous again. I laughed inwardly. This
boy was so adorable. The movie began and the young twink, who was one of my
favorites began to fool around with another hot blond twink.  Dallas' eyes
were glued to the TV obviously not wanting to miss a second of it. I was
pretty sure he wasn't even blinking for fear of  missing something.  It
wasn't long before the first twink dropped to his knees and nuzzled his face
into the white boxer briefs of the second guy. He slowly pulled them down
and took a big uncut dick into his mouth. Dallas' eyes widened as he watched
the blow job unfold in front of him.

"Have you never seen a blow job before?"  I asked

"Nope. There's no way I could get something that big into my mouth." He said
not taking his eyes of the screen.  I snuck a quick peek at his crotch and
he was obviously beginning to be affected by the action.

The scene continued and soon both guys were naked and kissing. Tongues
lashing out into each other's mouths and Dallas had his mouth slightly open
moving his tongue lightly against his lips. I didn't know if he was
drooling, or imitating what he was seeing. I didn't embarrass him by asking.
I just chuckled inwardly.  The bulge in his shorts was now obvious and he
was trying to keep it down by holding his hand across it.

I was doing no such thing. My dick was fully hard, more from watching Dallas
than the movie and I wanted him to know it. I reached down and grabbed my
dick making it very obvious as I adjusted it. It got his attention and his
eyes darted to my crotch. I pretended to not notice and kept my eyes focused
on movie, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see his interest
alternating between the movie and the fact that a guy right next to him was
rock hard.  I casually slipped my hand into my shorts and began to slowly
stroke my dick.  Dallas was watching, but had not moved to do the same. He
was pressing his hand against his hard cock trapped underneath his boxers
and I knew he was rubbing it as much as he dared without being obvious. I
used my other hand to lift my boxers up slightly to give my dick more room.
I slowly began to expose my dick as I aimed the head towards the top of the
boxers. At each stroke I let a little more of my dick show until  I finally
had my boxers hooked under my balls.  I completely ignored the fact that
Dallas was staring at me, the movie almost forgotten.  I continued to stroke
my dick for a bit, before saying anything. I looked over at Dallas and
quickly pulled my boxers back up.

"Ooops, sorry dude. I get carried away when I watch a porno. I just like
jerking off to them. I forgot you were there" I lied.

"That's okay, I don't mind" he croaked hoarsely.

"So would you mind if I took my boxers off and just got back to the movie?"
I asked knowingly.

"Go ahead" he volunteered "Are you okay, if I do it too?"   This was too
painful. We were obviously to the point where we needed to clear up some
things.

"Dallas, you can do whatever you want here. If you want to know something or
try something, just do it. I really want to see you naked as I think you're
a super cute guy, but I won't do anything you're not ready for.  If you want
to learn stuff, ask.  Believe me, there's nothing I would refuse to do for
you. Well, anything legal anyway." I didn't know that comment would come
back to bite me in the ass later on.

"Cool" he said as he quickly stripped his boxers off. I gasped at his
beauty. His hard dick was at least as big as mine and he was slightly
thicker.  His pubic bush was thick and light brown in color. His balls were
big and basically smooth, with just a touch of hair around them.  He
continued to be totally perfect in my eyes. Now it was my turn to stare at
him. I removed my boxers so that we were both naked on the bed, each
sporting a major hardon.  We alternated between watching the movie and each
other as we jerked off.  He was no stranger to jerking off and as he got
closer to coming, he crossed his legs, tensed up his chest and started to
fist his cock with incredible speed. I was fascinated. He began to sweat and
his breathing became rapid and short. I thought the vein in his forehead was
going to pop, but fortunately it was his dick that popped first, as cum shot
up his chest hitting just about at his nipples. He must have been saving up
for weeks, as jet after jet of hot boy cream blasted out of his dick. I
hated to see that much cum go to waste, but I figured he could produce
plenty more in the time to come.  I watched as his spurts slowed down and
his whole body shook a few times. He shook his dick and wiped the leaking
member on his stomach.

"Wow! That was amazing. I haven't shot like in a long time. I guess I like
pornos, huh?"  He turned his sweaty and now red face towards me with a big
grin.  I reached beside the bed and grabbed a towel that I had placed there
earlier. I always keep cum towels close by. After all, you never know when
you're going to need one. I gently began to wipe his chest clean and as I
got close to his dick he stopped me.

"I'll do that. It gets super sensitive after I cum" he explained. "Are you
gonna cum too?"

"Yup. I just wanted to see you first"

I returned to concentrate on the movie and probably due to the fact he was
starting at me, I came very quickly. Nothing as spectacular as his
explosion, but enough to make a show. I have never been a long distance
shooter, but I could dump quite a load if I had saved it up.

"Cool" he said as he dropped the now wet towel onto my chest.  Obviously
'cool' was his word.  "Thanks for letting me see that."

He put his boxers back on and headed towards the bathroom. When he returned
he looked like he was guilty of something and quickly got under the covers.

"Are you okay?" I asked wondering if this had been too much for him.

"Of course" he replied "I was just wondering if that means I'm totally gay
now, instead of bisexual."

"No. Absolutely not. All we did was jerk off.  Trust me sweetie, you don't
need to put labels on yourself. Just do what you enjoy doing. If it's guys,
great, if it's girls, great (not so great for me), or if you enjoy both,
well that's great too. Just don't let anyone do something to you or with you
that you're not ready for. Otherwise go for it!!" I said leaning in to kiss
him on the forehead.  He smiled weakly.

"Thanks. I think you can turn off the movie now. Maybe we can watch more
tomorrow."    I hit the remote and turned off both the TV and DVD.  "Do you
sleep in your boxers or naked or what?" he asked as I turned out the lights.

"I usually sleep naked, but if that's too weird for you, I'll wear boxers
tonight."  I hate wearing anything to bed, I find it very difficult to
sleep, but I doubted I would get much sleep tonight anyway with a boy this
cute right beside me.

"No, that's cool. Can I sleep naked too?"

"Sure if you want to, but don't do it on my account. Just be comfortable."

He removed his boxers and dropped them on my face, giggling like a little
girl as he did. I grabbed them and pressed them tight against his face,
causing him to thrash around again.

"Okay, let's get some sleep so we can spend lots of time together tomorrow."
I suggested, mainly because I knew if we started to wrestle, I'd probably
try to jerk him off or blow him.

"Goodnight Jason" he said quietly. He leaned towards me and kissed me on the
cheek.  It sent an electric tingle through my body.

"Goodnight Dallas" I said in return, rubbing my hand through his hair.

Much to my surprise I slept very well all night. I was aware of his presence
and he was no trouble at all. He didn't move around or snore or talk in his
sleep, so it was a pleasure to sleep with him.  I awoke in the morning and
realized that he had wrapped his arm around my chest and I could feel his
morning woody pressing against the back of my legs, just below the butt
crack. If I'd moved down just an inch, I might have been able to position
his dick at the entrance to my hole, and pull him against me.  I didn't, but
the more I felt him up against me, the more I moved to stimulate him.  He
woke up quickly and when he realized what he was doing, he moved away
quickly, still not aware that I was awake.  I felt his precum cooling on the
back of my leg and I badly wanted to reach around and feel it, maybe even
taste it.  I decided to turn over and face him.  Might as well raise the
stakes another notch.

"Good morning dude" I said  "Someone has a morning woody"

"Uh, good morning. Yeah sorry. It's just hard like that every morning." He
stammered looking away.

"Huh? I meant me, but I figured you'd have one too. Just part of being a
guy." I said to ease his mind. "Anyway a morning wank is the best. Gets you
going for the day"  I threw the covers back to expose both of us.

"Hey, its cold out there, he complained pulling the covers back up.

"Awww, poor baby" I said pulling him against me, my hand under his
shoulders. He didn't try to pull away, so I pulled him even closer, resting
his head on my chest while I stroked his neck.  He wiggled the whole length
of his body against me and I could feel his dick rubbing slightly against my
leg. I used my other hand to rub up and down his back, making sure to caress
his ass as I went lower. I continued to do this until it was obvious he was
pressing his dick into me for stimulation. I continued to caress his ass and
slowly moved my hand forward towards his cock. I turned my hand into a
position that would allow me to grab his cock and proceeded to move forward.
Dallas must have sensed what was about to happen as he stopped breathing for
a few seconds. I slowly touched his beautiful cock and ran my fingers along
it's length caressing it gently. I wrapped my fingers around it and began to
apply pressure. I could feel the precum leaking out of the tip and gently
spread it around his head. I used the whole length of his dick as I moved my
hand up and down. I allowed my fingers to reach out and touch his balls as I
got near the bottom of his shaft.  Dallas placed his arm on my chest and
began to play with my nipple. I pulled him even tighter against me. He was
breathing deeply and I could feel his heart pounding. No doubt he could hear
mine as well.   We lay like this for what seemed like hours.  He looked up
at me and smiled.

"I hate to stop  cause I really like this, but I have to take a wicked piss"
he complained.  I released his dick and he climbed out of bed and went
quickly to the bathroom. His butt looked so cute, I wanted it for breakfast.
  He returned very fast, his dick flaccid again.  He got back under the
covers and crawled up against me.

"I guess I better take a piss next. Then maybe we can talk about what we're
going to do all day."  I left and returned as quickly as he had.

Once we were back under the covers, we curled up against each other as we
had before. I wrapped my hand around his soft member again, but it didn't
stay soft for long.  He was ready for the next step.

"Do you like this?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, it feels way better than doing it myself" he moaned.

"Lie on your back" I suggested. He eased his head off my chest as he
complied and rolled onto his back, my hand never leaving his dick. I rested
my head on his chest to hold him in place, and watched his dick slipping
through my fist.

I moved my head lower and touched my tongue to the tip of his dick. He
tensed up quickly.  I repeated the action a few times, before I licked along
the side of him. I went back to stroking his dick and turned to look at his
face. He had his eyes closed and a peaceful look. I assumed that meant he
liked it.  I moved to position myself between his legs. It was time for his
first real blowjob. I looked up at him, and he was now staring at me in
anticipation. I continued to look into his eyes as I swallowed his dick deep
into my mouth. His eyes went wide and a grin appeared on his face.  I moved
up and down a couple of times, using my tongue forcefully along its length.
He tensed up again and I couldn't tell if it was tickling him or just making
him super horny. He slapped his hands against the bed as I continued.  I
stopped looking at him and concentrated on giving him an awesome blowjob. I
tickled under his balls and gently rolled them between my fingers. I could
feel them tighten and move in my hand. I really wanted to lift his feet onto
my shoulders and tongue his hole, but I figured we'd take it one step at a
time.  I didn't have to wait long to be rewarded with the sweet nectar from
his cock.

"I'm gonna cum" he warned me, putting his hands on my head as if to push me
away. When he realized I wasn't going to move, he left his hand on my head,
massaging it gently.  He thrust upward slightly when the first wave of juice
shot from his dick and down my throat. I was almost disappointed that it
went straight down my throat not giving me a chance to enjoy it, but I
didn't have to wait long for his second and third blast.  Once he stopped
giving me anymore, I pulled his dick from my mouth, gave it a couple of
licks and a kiss on the head before lying down beside him.

"Can we stay in bed and do this all day?" he asked grinning.

"I don't think my jaw could handle it all day" I answered "If you liked it,
we can do it again later, but I think we should go do some other stuff."

"Liked it? I loved it. That was the best feeling in the world. I hope we're
gonna do that  a LOT more."  He was so excited, I almost wanted to show him
more stuff right away.

"How about getting a shower and then we'll have breakfast while we decide
what to do."

"Okay, you go first" he suggested.  I climbed out of bed and headed for the
bathroom. I could almost feel his eyes watching me.  I deliberately left the
door open, as I always do,  and hopped into the shower.  The water had only
been running a couple of minutes when I heard Dallas enter the room and
start to pee. I really wanted to look, but I just decided to let him do his
own thing. The fact that he was actually comfortable enough to do this was a
good sign.  The bigger sign is when he climbed into the shower with me.

"I figure we can save time if we shower together" he grinned at me "plus
I've never showered with someone before."    He grabbed the soap and began
to wash me. He was very thorough and made sure he got every part of me,
including the crack of my ass.  Of course, I returned the favor and we
pressed our soapy bodies together and tried to hug. We slipped back and
forth giggling the whole time.  I rinsed off and changed places with Dallas
so he could get under the water. We washed each others hair and I never
realized how erotic hair could be. I massaged his scalp for what seemed like
days, watching his dick respond politely.  When he massaged my hair, I had
the same response.  We rinsed off again, and then turned our attention to
our hard dicks. We put them together and I stroked both of us at the same
time. To help Dallas along, I slipped my finger into the crack of his ass
and played with the pucker at his entrance. I didn't penetrate him, but I
applied enough pressure to give him a wonderful feeling. He shot off quickly
and I caught him as he collapsed against me. He hugged me and I never felt
so good. I wasn't even worried about my own satisfaction at this point. We
turned off the shower and grabbed the towels, drying each other quickly.

"Wanna go back to bed?" Dallas suggested.

"Nope! We're going to have breakfast and then go do something. Our
friendship can't just be about  sex."

"Okay, but tonight I want to try more stuff okay?"

"Sure. What time do you have to be home?" I asked

"I don't have to be home until after school Monday. I'm staying here tonight
and tomorrow night." He announced happily. "But you gotta drive me to school
on Monday morning ok?"

"No problem. What time does it start? 11, 12?"

He laughed at me "Try 8 am."

"In the morning?!"  I said sounding shocked "How about if I give you bus
fare?"

"Whatever. You can get up once to drive me to school" he pouted in jest.

We had breakfast and then headed to the lake where we rented a speedboat for
the afternoon.  We found a secluded place many miles up the lake and decided
to go skinny dipping off the side of the boat. We splashed around for hours,
finally lying down to dry off in the sun. I was so happy that Dallas enjoyed
being naked and wasn't afraid to show off his body. Of course he probably
knew he was gorgeous. I resisted the urge to bend him over the side of the
boat and fuck his ass off, in fact I resisted the urge to even dive between
his legs and blow him. I was a perfect gentleman. I found out later that  he
really wanted to do it out on the lake, but I'm not psychic!   We had dinner
at a local restaurant and rented a movie to watch at home later.   Bedtime
was once again fun and this time Dallas gave me a massage followed by a blow
job. I had to teach him about not using his teeth and he complained that his
jaw hurt after about 15 minutes. I showed him how to alternate between deep
throating and relaxing as he licked along the length of my dick.  We enjoyed
getting each other off and had our shower before heading back to bed to
sleep.

"Jason, can you suck your own dick?" he asked as we climbed naked into bed.

"No. I was able to touch it with my tongue when I was younger, but I can't
anymore" I answered honestly  "can you?"

"Yeah, but not much. Wanna see?"

"Oh yeah!! If I could suck my own dick, I wouldn't need friends" I laughed.

He got into a sitting position at the side of the bed and bent over towards
his dick. He put one hand under his legs to steady himself and with the
other he pulled on his hardening dick.  I dropped onto the floor in front of
him to watch.  I tickled his balls to help him get hard faster, which he
did. He lowered his head  and stuck out his tongue. I hadn't really noticed
how long his tongue was. I had plans for that later...  His lips wrapped
around the tip of his dick and he was actually sucking it. He couldn't get
much in, but I was impressed nonetheless.

"See" he said coming up for air. "Try pushing on my back to see if I can get
more in"  I obliged,. and he managed to get the entire head in his mouth. I
was rock hard.

"Nice" I exclaimed "Damn, I wish I could do that"

"Try it" he said trying to coax me into doing something I knew was now
physically impossible, but I figured I'd have some fun with him.

"Ok"

He sat up expecting me to move into position.  I dove between his legs and
started sucking on him. I stopped and looked up. "Hey, this isn't that
difficult after all."

"Very funny" he laughed.  I climbed back on the bed and we both lay down
next to each other. Although we were hard, we decided not to get off.
Instead we fell asleep in each others arms.  Sunday was more of the same. We
hit the water slide and then went for a bike ride.  Once we got home, he
pulled out the Playstation and I watched him tackle the games.  He sat
around in just his boxers and my hand found its way inside quite a few times
throughout the eveining. He finally just removed them, so we hung out naked
until it was time for bed. I had enjoyed the weekend with him, and I wasn't
going to forget it in a hurry. I just hoped he'd come back so we could do it
again.   He was almost late for school Monday morning as we fooled around
with each other when we woke up, and of course showered together.   He chose
some clothes he liked and dressed for school.  I dropped him off and he
promised to call mewhen he got home, which he did.

Dallas and I spent a lot of time together over the next couple of months,
with him coming over on a regular basis. Mostly he would take the bus and
I'd find him waiting outside when I got home from work. I finally decided to
just give him a key which he took full advantage of. Many times I'd come
home and he would have made dinner.  He loved just walking around in his
boxers and a t-shirt, but more often than not, he was just in boxers. It was
a nice sight to come home to. As each visit went by, he would ask more and
more about sex, and we would try new positions and find new ways to do
things. We didn't do anything anal for the longest time, only because he
didn't seem interested. But then I slowly introduced him to the pleasures he
was missing.  I began by fingering him deeply and rubbing his prostate when
I blew him, which he seemed to enjoy. He would never let me use more than
one finger, but that was enough to turn both of us on for now.  I finally
decided that I wanted him to fuck me. He had a nice size dick and I was
itching to get it up my ass.

"Wanna learn something new?" I asked one night as we were fooling around.

"Sure" he answered as excited as always.

"Tonight I want you to fuck me" I said without beating around the bush.

"I'm not sure if we should" he said hesitantly "won't it hurt?"

"Not if you follow my instructions, and what are you worried about? It's me
who's getting fucked, not you!" I smiled.

I lay on my back and positioned him between my legs. This isn't my favorite
position but I love watching the face of a person when they enter someone
for the first time. My best position is kneeling on the edge of the bed,
while the guy stands behind me and fucks away. This way I can play with my
own dick, and if there's a third guy, I can blow him at the same time. But
for now, I was laying on my back.  I showed Dallas how to lube up my cock
and ass. He was a little reluctant to lube up my ass, but I pushed his
finger into me and held it there.

"Wiggle around a bit and feel my ass"  I told him.

He looked at me with the look that said 'gross', but he started to feel
around. I eased my grip on him after a few minutes and he continued on his
own.

"Okay, time to start fucking" I said, as I handed him a towel to wipe the
lube off his finger.   As he did, I grabbed his hard dick and aimed it at
the entrance to my hole.  I placed my legs on his shoulders and he inched
forward. I could feel the pressure beginning, so I took a deep breath, put
my hand on the back of his ass, and pulled him forward slowly.  He was so
intent on watching his dick enter me, that I could have been reading a book
and he wouldn't have noticed.  I relaxed and let him enter. It hurt at
first, but I didn't want to say anything to scare him off. Once he was all
the way in, he looked up at me and smiled.

"That feels incredible. It's so tight" he beamed.

"Now lean forward and just move in and out. Don't worry, once you get
started, you'll get the idea" I smiled at him.

He got the idea very quickly, and before long he was pistoning in and out of
me at lightning speed. He was really enjoying himself and pretty much forgot
that I was there. He had gone back to watching himself fuck me.  I didn't
have to wait long for him to reach the point of no return.

"I'm gonna cum, should I pull out, or just cum inside you" he asked
concerned and almost panicked as he was on the edge.  Pre-condom days had
this question a lot. Nowadays, not so much. You shoot into the condom and
problem solved. But this time he didn't know what to do.

"Dude, just blast your load into me and keep going until you can't do it
anymore!" I answered helpfully and just in the nick of time. I felt his load
jet into me and his warm sweet cum filled me up.  He thrust a few more
times, before collapsing onto my chest.

"That was awesome" he panted as he slowly eased his dick out of me. He
cleaned himself up with the towel and rolled onto his back beside me.
"Thanks!"
He fucked me quite a bit after that, and in many positions.

It was about a month later  that he asked if he could move in and be my
roommate. It took me a little by surprise and I wasn't sure it would be
appropriate.

"I wouldn't be any trouble and I could pay my own way" he pleaded with me as
we were finishing the wonderful dinner he'd prepared.

"I'm sure your Mom wouldn't be too happy with that" I said, still somewhat
in shock.

He laughed "That's what she said about you, when I suggested it to her.
Jason, she doesn't care where I live and I think it would make her happy
that she doesn't have to pay for stuff anymore."

"Well, I would love to have you live with me, but I think I'd need to make
sure your Mom isn't going to have me arrested for stealing her son" I said,
inwardly excited as I knew he was telling the truth.   I checked with her
the next day when I picked Dallas up to go to a movie and she had no
objection at all. What surprised me is that she asked no questions. Most
parents would want to see the place, or ask about living conditions or at
least take down a phone number, but she just said she was fine with it.  So
it was set, Dallas would move in on the weekend, which he did.  He didn't
own much, but what he did own he treated carefully and with respect. I guess
since he'd had to pay for most of it on his own, he understood the value of
money and how hard it was to accumulate things.

Although I had set up a room for him, he never used it very much, except
when his friends were over.  After we had lived together for a couple of
months, I noticed a change in Dallas. It never bothered me, but what I
didn't realize was that I was seeing the beginning of the end of our
relationship.

He bounced into bed one night and kissed me. "What was that for?" I asked as
he didn't usually kiss.

"Nothing. I just felt like it."  He removed his shirt and unbuttoned his
pant sliding them down to reveal his cute silk boxers.  He seductively began
rubbing his hand over his boxers, obviously rubbing his dick. Since I'm such
a sucker for him, I watched closely getting hornier and hornier. I wiggled
my way down the bed and placed my hand on his. I could feel the heat coming
from his groin as he continued to move along the length of his hardening
dick. I moved his hand out of the way and wrapped my hand around his cloth
covered rod. Slowly I moved my face down to breathe in his smell and wrap my
lips around his boxers.  I slowly felt my way under his boxers to play with
his balls and grope his hard dick.  I finally got tired of playing around
and quickly grabbed his shorts by the waistband, yanking them down past his
knees and off his legs. I threw then across the room.  I spread his legs and
climbed between them to begin sucking on his beautiful piece of meat.  I was
well into satisfying him, and of course myself, when he spoke.

"Jay, would you be able to give me $50 so I can go to on a school field trip
next weekend?"  he asked.  Not wanting to deny him anything, especially
since he might stop me from finishing his blow job, I quickly agreed.   I
wasn't even smart enough to ask what field trip.  Once I finished and he
shot his juicy load deep down my throat, I gave him the money he needed.
After that, he began to ask for things on a regular basis. Almost always it
seemed it revolved around sex. I never caught on at first, but then he asked
if he could have a dog.  I had to refuse, first because I wasn't allowed to
have pets, and because I didn't think it was fair to the dog, since neither
of us were home that much.  He understood, but was upset, so he just got off
the bed and got dressed. I never got to fool around with him. I still hadn't
clued in, but was shocked that he just left so abruptly.

One day  he brought a girl home and asked if she could spend the night. I
was surprised at his request as he'd never brought a girl home before and I
felt a little jealousy, but I agreed.   They turned on the TV, so I left
them alone and watched a movie in my room. It wasn't long before Dallas came
in my room and closed the door.

"So, what do you think? She's hot right?"  he grinned.

"Yeah not bad" I said weakly.

"I gonna fuck her brains out tonight. She wants me real bad" he said trying
to be Mr. Macho and thrust his hips upwards.

"Have fun" I said turning back to my movie, rubbing him on the back as I
did. He got up and left.  I felt crushed. I knew this would happen as he was
definitely bisexual, but I had become so close to him in such a short period
of time, that it really hurt.  I lost track of time, but it was very late at
night, or perhaps very early in the morning when my bedroom opened and I saw
a naked Dallas climb into bed with me.

"Hi" I said questioningly "What's up?"

"Nothing. I just want to go to sleep" he replied casually.

"What about the girl you had over? Did she go home?" I wondered.

"Nope, she's asleep in my bedroom."

"Well, shouldn't you be in there with here, instead of with me?" I was
confused.

"Nah! I don't want to sleep with her, I just wanted to fuck her" he replied
coldly.

"Dude, you really need to go back in there and sleep with her. What's she
gonna say about you sleeping in here?" I asked concerned for him and in some
small way, for me.

"I don't care. Plus it's only a single bed. I'll just tell her there wasn't
enough room"

"Why don't the two of you sleep in here, and I'll sleep in your bed?" I
suggested

"Nah, I don't want to sleep with her, I want to sleep with you. Now shut up
so we can actually fall asleep" he said definitively indicating the
conversation was over.  I didn't say anything further but wondered if I'd
created this monster. Of course, I was thrilled that he wanted to sleep with
me, but I had a really weird feeling about it.  He must have got up early as
neither he, nor the girl were in the apartment when I woke up.

As more time went by, the less time we would spend together. He still
enjoyed a blow job every night, and mostly every morning. He also loved to
fuck me when he was really horny. I loved it, but I knew we had evolved into
a very different relationship. I would buy things for him and look after
him. He would have sex with me and in turn it would make me feel great.  I
knew I was being used but it wasn't until one of my friends commented on it
that it hit me.

"Dude, you know that's he's totally taking advantage of you?" he asked
concerned.

"No, not really. I like doing things for him"  I shrugged my shoulders.

"You can do so much better than him" he chastised me "sure he's hot, but he
doesn't love you or anything. He's just a BBD"

"What's a BBD?" I asked since I'd never heard that term.

"Bigger Better Deal. It means that when someone offers him something better
than you are giving him, he'll be gone"  he explained.

"I don't think he's like that. In his own way, I think he does care about
me, but he has never had many things bought for him, so he figures, like I
do, that this is a good deal for both of us.

"Okay, but watch for it. The BBD syndrome"

I did watch for it and never saw it coming.  I taught him to drive and when
he turned 16, we got him his license. This opened up a whole new realm of
begging.  He used the car more than I did. So much in fact, that I think his
dick must have been sore from all the attention it was getting.  He even
offered to blow me a few times, which was rare. Of course he'd done it
before, but whenever it was really important to have the car, he made sure
I'd say yes by offering to blow me or 69 with me. This was totally okay by
me, and I trusted him as he was an incredible driver. One of the best I'd
ever come across.   Now that he was able to wrap me around his little
finger, I thought I'd try a couple of tricks of my own.

"Jason, can I borrow the car tonight?" he asked, giving me his cute look.
That alone is enough to melt me most times.

"Sorry dude, not tonight"  I started out.

"Please" he begged "I want to go to the WWF at the Dome tonight, and I
promised the guys I would drive. Please!!!"

"Cool. I didn't know you had tickets to that" I said

"I don't. I wondered if you would be able to give me $50 so I could get them
at the gate. I put one on hold."  He smiled at me again, giving that look
that said he knew he was busted.

"Anything else?" I asked jokingly

"Ummm...Can Troy spend the night too? We'd be home about 11:30"

"Are you gonna fuck him and then sleep in my bed again?" I asked
sarcastically.

"Duh, no! Troy is totally straight, but he is so fucking cute. You'll drool
over him when you see him. But he'll sleep on the floor in my room, and I'll
sleep in my bed."

"Hmmm, I dunno. Seems like a lot of favors all at once. Maybe you should
give me your ass tonight" I suggested figuring I had nothing to lose.

"What do you mean?" he asked stalling for time.

"I mean, let me fuck that hot little ass of yours. Then you can have
whatever you need for tonight."

He thought about it for a couple of minutes and quietly relented.  "Just
don't go fast, and if I say to take it out, you have to, okay?"

I went hard instantly and began to strip him. Once he was naked, I quickly
removed my own clothes and propped a pillow under him as he lay face down on
the bed.  I spread his cheeks and dropped my face in between them, licking
every inch. I probed as deep into his hole as I could with my tongue. Once
he was good and worked up, I slicked up my finger and inserted the first one
straight in, not bothering to go slowly. He jumped slightly as it went into
him so quickly. I played around in his ass with the first finger for a few
minutes, before pulling out and using lube to begin the second phase.
Adding another finger I pressed  back into him. He squirmed a little more,
obviously feeling some discomfort, but not complaining. I worked his ass
from every angle, spreading and turning my finger as much as I could to
stretch his hole in preparation for my big dick.  I debated adding a third
finger, but decided to just get on with it before he changed his mind. Of
course, something told me that he would put up with a lot to not disappoint
his friends.  I pulled my fingers out and generously lubed up my dick,
pressing it up against his tight hole.

"Take a deep breath baby, and just relax. This may hurt a bit at first, but
it gets way better after a minute or so" I tried to prepare him as much as
possible and began to push forward.   He immediately tensed up and clamped
his ass shut.

"Relax, or this will definitely hurt. Take a deep breath" I suggested as I
continued inward.  My dick slipped past his outer ring and was quickly
sucked into his warm moist hole. He gasped and reached back to grab my leg.
I stopped for a second to let him get used to it.

"Are you ok?" I asked only slightly concerned. If he had been hurting really
bad he would have been screaming for me to pull out. Now that I was in, I
was going to fuck his brains out. I just wanted him to enjoy it, so I could
do it again.

"It just hurts. Give me a second" he complained mildly.

I slowly began moving, almost unnoticeably. I continued to push in and pull
back with tiny moves designed to stimulate his ass. As each second went on,
my movements increased until I had pushed my entire length into him. He felt
amazing, and I was feeling pretty good about deflowering this beauty. His
body language had changed and it was obvious that he was beginning to enjoy
it, so I increased speed.

I pulled my dick almost all the way out before slamming back into him. He
groaned, but did not yell out. That was good enough for me, so I began
fucking him furiously, in and out, in and out, I kept it up until I was hot
and sweaty. I wanted to cum and blast a load into him that he would feel for
days, but I knew that once I did, I would need to stop, and this was way to
much fun.

"It's starting to hurt" he complained after about 10 minutes of rapid
fucking.  I was beginning to get exhausted too, so I decided to give him a
bit of a break.

"Just a few more seconds, sweetie" I panted as I increased my depth and
pressure on his ass. I dug my fingers into his hips and pulled him against
me as I slammed up against him. After about four or five of these thrusts, I
could feel myself reach the point of no return.

"I'm cumming" I panted loudly and shot my first wave deep into him as I held
him tight against me. Several more spurts blasted into him, and I collapsed
onto his back kissing his neck as our sweaty bodies rubbed together.

"That was amazing!" I exclaimed, my dick still inside him. "You have an
amazing ass, and you know how to use it. Enjoy your evening" I slapped his
ass.

I pulled out and flopped onto my back as he headed for the bathroom. No
doubt he would try to get rid of the cum squishing around in his ass before
having a shower. I chuckled to myself as I imagined him at Wrestlemania, cum
leaking from his ass continuously. He was probably going to spend more time
in the bathroom, than in the stands.  But from the way he was groaning and
wiggling, I figured he'd be back for more.  Dallas came out of the shower
looking his usual cute self, dripping with water as he toweled himself dry.
He dressed quickly, spent an unusually long time fixing his hair, and
presented himself for my approval.

"So, do I look ok?" he asked.

"Dude, you look like your going on a date? Who's the lucky person?" I teased
him.

"Ummm...no one. I always look good to go out. Plus this is Wrestlemania
Dude!"

I laughed and stood up to get my car keys for him.  "Have a good time and no
drinking, if you're driving."   I'm not naive enough to believe that just
because he's 16, he doesn't drink, but I also trust him.  He gave me the
'whatever' look and left quickly. I hit the shower.

When they returned, they were in high Wrestlemania mode, thumping, elbowing,
and punching each other, just like you would expect from hyper teenage boys.
When I first got a good look at Troy, I am sure my heart missed a beat and I
stopped breathing. I honestly believed that Dallas was the hottest guy I'd
ever met, but Troy made Dallas look like me...and that would be scary.  He
had the perfect chiseled face and piercing blue eyes. His hair was dirty
blond and hung in his eyes. He had a button nose that was so cute I wanted
to eat it. His eyebrows were slight and very blond. I couldn't stop looking
at him. It was Dallas' voice that snapped me out of my daze.

"Jason, this is Troy. Troy, Jason"  We shook hands and said hi to each
other.  Dallas was grinning at me and raised his eyebrows a couple of times.
I was going to need a cold shower, or at the very least, some tighter
underwear. The boys put a movie on, and I was about to leave them alone and
go to bed when they invited me to join them. I did, and about a half hour
into it, I made some popcorn. When I came back, the boys looked guilty of
something, but at that age, they always look guilty of something. Dallas got
up to go use the bathroom and as soon as he pushed the door almost closed,
Troy looked at me and smiled.

"Can I ask you a question in private?" he said

"Sure, go ahead"  I replied.

"Uh, not here can we go to your room or something?" he stammered nervously.

"Sure, I guess" I stood up and Troy followed me to the bedroom. He closed
the door behind us and we sat on the bed.

"Don't take this the wrong way or anything, and if it's not true, I was just
asking. Don't get mad at Dallas, 'cause he was probably just joking."

"One thing you'll learn about me is that I never get mad and I have a great
sense of humor. We're pretty open about things here, so ask or say whatever
you want, whenever" I said trying to put him at ease.

"Okay. Here goes. Ummm...Dallas said that if I let you blow me, you'd give
me $20." He took a deep breath and looked away nervously.  I almost laughed,
but I didn't answer immediately.  Give him $20? Fuck I'd give him my car, my
first born and stocks in Microsoft, just to see him naked.

"Would you be okay with that? You really want someone my age to give you a
blow job?"

"Yeah. I've never had a blow job before. None of the girls I've been out
with want to do that.  They say it's gross or that it's too big. Dallas says
you're great at it."  He was blushing. I think I was blushing too,
especially after his 'too big' comment.

"Okay, you're one very good looking guy. It would be a pleasure to suck your
dick." I smiled.

"What do I have to do?" he asked.

"Not much, just take off your clothes, lie back and enjoy it. What about
Dallas? Should we let him know we're going to be a few minutes?" I asked

"No, he knows. That's why he went to the bathroom. To give me a chance to
ask you" he smiled as he removed his shirt.  Damn he was going to get
completely naked. Yay He lay on the bed and began to undo his jeans. I
immediately slapped his hand away and finished lowering the zipper. I pulled
his jean off, leaving his boxers in place for now.  Looking up the length of
his body, this guy couldn't have been  more perfect. I think I saw one
freckle on his leg, compared to my 50 billion.  His abs were rock hard and
an obvious 8 pack was visible. His nipples were dime size and pecs that were
sculpted perfectly. I wondered if he needed a place to live. I slid my hands
under his boxers and stroked his cock, imagining how it looked by feeling
every inch of it.  He was already hard by the time I grabbed him, and he was
right about being big. I needed to see it, so I yanked his shorts down
exposing him.  A gorgeous, cut, 9" dick came into view. His pubic bush was
light brown and almost identical to Dallas. If I'd been prone to fainting, I
would have done so. This stud was going to ruin it for me forever. I would
compare all future guys to him.

"You are fucking gorgeous!" I exclaimed "This is the best looking body and
the hottest dick I've ever seen, and believe me, I've seen lots"

"Better than Dallas?" he grinned.

"Sorry buddy, I don't kiss and tell. If you want to know what he looks like,
ask him."

"I already know what he looks like, we've jacked off together when we
watched a porno. I just wondered if YOU thought he was hotter than me."

"I'm not going to answer that. So shut up and enjoy this" I dove onto his
cock and began to run my tongue along the underneath of his huge dick as I
slid the majority of it into my mouth. I swallowed and relaxed my throat as
I took the rest of him into me. I buried my nose into his pubic hair and he
gasped. I wasn't going to be able to stay like that for long, as I couldn't
breathe. I think his dick was going into my stomach.  I worked his dick for
a few minutes before he loudly announced he was cumming. He grabbed my hair
and pounded his dick deep into my mouth. I almost choked as his first jet
splashed against the back of my throat, followed by another five or six
before he subsided. I licked around his whole dick as I slowly pulled it out
of my mouth. Sucking every drop of juice off the tip it popped out. I licked
his balls, tugging gently at them as he calmed down and his breathing
returned to normal.

"How was that?" I smiled up at him.

"Fucking incredible. I'm gonna teach one of those bitches to do that, or
they won't get fucked anymore" He looked like he had just been possessed.
Rather than make it uncomfortable for him, I reached into my pants and gave
him his $20.

"Thanks" he smiled.

"Anytime" I said "and I do mean anytime, day, night, 3am, whenever. You're
one hot dude. Now maybe you should get back to Dallas. I need to take care
of my own problem right now" I said as I looked down at the bulge in my
pants.  He looked as well, and laughed.

"Okay. Thanks again" he jumped off the bed and closed the door behind him as
he left.  I had my pants down almost before the door finished closing. I had
only stroked a couple of times when the door opened, scaring the shit out of
me, and Dallas walked in.

"I knew you'd like him" he beamed, sitting on the bed beside me.

"We'll talk about that later, right now, get your pants off and let me suck
your dick while I jerk off."

He quickly took his jeans and boxers off and knelt in front of my face. He
grabbed my head and slammed his dick into my mouth.  I fisted my cock very
hard with one hand and fingered the entrance to his ass with the other.  He
was not trying for a long blow job and was furiously fucking my face. I felt
the juices boiling up in me, and as I was getting ready to blow my load, I
jammed my finger deep into Dallas' ass. He jumped and shot his own load into
my mouth first. It surprised me slightly, but was enough to put me over the
top, and a fierce blast of white cream shot out of my dick coming halfway up
my chest. Normally I don't shoot distances, so it was a nice surprise.
Dallas pulled his dick out of my mouth and pulled his pants back up. He
climbed off the bed and without a word left the room. I took a couple of
minutes to compose myself and get dressed. I joined the boys and we finished
watching the movie. No one making any comment about what just happened.

Troy came over another four times while Dallas lived with me, and each time
it was the same thing. I blew him, he got $20 and I jerked off after he
left.  Damn I wanted more of him. But you take what you can get.

Dallas became more aggressive with his demands and used sex to control me. I
liked most of it, but at times he pissed me off a lot.  One day I came home
from work and as I entered the house saw that he had four friends over. A
mixture of guys and girls. They weren't doing much except watching a movie,
so I said hi and went to my room to change. Dallas came in and asked to
borrow the car.

"Sorry buddy, I need it tonight, I have to go across town for a meeting" I
said as I continued to change.

"Please!" he begged "I'll let you fuck me."

"Dude, it's not about the sex, I really do have a meeting and I've got to
leave pretty quick here" I explained.  He dropped his pants and began
stroking his cock and almost unconsciously, I watched it grow, my own dick
starting to react.

"PLEASE" he said, giving me the puppy dog eyes. He kept stroking his cock.

"You know I would if I wasn't going out. Don't I usually give you the car?"

"Come on. Can't you take a cab or something?" he whined.

"No, it would cost a  fortune to go across town. How about I give you the
money for you guys to take a cab." I suggested helpfully.

"Fuck!" he said getting pissed off. "Come on. I'll do whatever you want.
Just let me have the car."

"Sorry. Not this time" I said firmly as I finished getting dressed. He
quickly put his dick away and pulled up his pants.

"That's just bullshit" he said "I guess you never want to suck my dick
again, huh?"

"Whatever" I replied, not at all happy with this attitude "I hardly ever
refuse you anything, but I do need my own car tonight. Here's money to do
something with" I offered as I handed him cash. He took it swearing at me
throughout.  He held a grudge for a long time and every time I tried to do
something with him, he found an excuse to leave. He even slept in his own
room a few times, although thankfully it wasn't all the time.  After about a
month, Troy and Dallas were in the apartment and Troy had decided to take a
shower.

I heard Dallas banging on the bathroom door and shouting at him "Troy, Dude,
why did you lock the door? I have to take a piss" There was no answer from
inside. Dallas came into my room and grabbed a coat hanger. I watched as he
used it to pick the lock and go in.. I heard a quick exchange of words and
decided to go see what was happening. After all, there was a possibility of
see two naked boys. Since the door was half open, it wasn't difficult to
peek in from a distance, trying not to let them see me in the process. I
suppose I could have just walked in, but this turned me on more.  As Dallas
was taking a piss and talking, the curtain moved aside and Troy's head
peeked out. I noticed his eyes glance down and look directly at Dallas
relieving himself.  Strange, but I guess guys do check each other out.  Then
I watched as Dallas removed his clothes and got in the shower with Troy.
Now I really wanted to go in and see what was happening. This was hot!  I
moved to the edge of the door and listened.

"Dude, I have him wrapped around my finger. All I have to do is wiggle my
dick at him and he does whatever I want"  said Dallas from behind the
curtain.

"Do you like hanging out here though?" asked Troy

"Where else could I go? Jason is okay, he'd never hurt me, plus not too many
guys our age can do whatever they want. So what if I have to put up with a
few blow jobs, it's not like it means anything."

"It's your life I guess" conceded Troy.

"Well you don't seem to mind the blow jobs either" Dallas said
sarcastically.

"Hey, 20 bucks is 20 bucks. If he gets off on it and want to pay me, then
why not. Sure beats getting a job."

I had heard enough. I felt like shit. I knew I felt a little used, but until
now I really had no idea just how much he was milking it.  I went back to my
room, closed the door and lay on my bed. I could feel the tears at the edge
of my eyes.  Falling in love was never my intention, but I guess I had. My
heart felt as though it had been hit with a dozen sledgehammers.  I didn't
even hear my door open. It wasn't until the pressure of Dallas sitting on my
bed caused me to look around. He was wrapped in a large towel. He smiled at
me.

"Hi!" he said happily until he saw my face  "what's the matter?"

"Nothing, I was just feeling a little depressed. No big deal" I replied
quietly.

"I know what would cheer you up" he said as he removed his towel.  I didn't
even look. Sex with Dallas was the last thing I wanted right now.

"Not right now buddy" I am kinda tired "What do you want? Money, the car,
what?"

"Um nothing. I just came in to say hi!" he said looking confused as he
wrapped the towel around himself again.  "Troy and I are going out, so I'll
be home around midnight ok?"

"Sure. Have fun. Do you want the car?" I figured I may as well ask before he
did.

"Is that okay?" he questioned, again with a look of confusion. I realized by
the way he was looking at me that I'd built a totally fucked up friendship
with him. It was based on sex for privileges. I hated myself for that. I
always thought of myself as a giving person, and now felt like the people I
despise the most.   I reached into my pocket and handed the keys to Dallas,
along with two $20 bills.

"Have fun, and make sure you share with Troy" I smiled feebly at him, hoping
he would get the message. I was in no mood to blow Troy tonight either.

"Thanks Jason, you're the best"  he grinned, and slapped me on the back.

After the boys left, I wondered how to correct the situation. I figured the
easiest was to stop letting him use sex to get things from me. I just hoped
he would voluntarily have sex, as I would miss it a lot if he stopped. From
now on I would offer him things unconditionally, and if he needed something,
I would provide it as long as the request was reasonable and not excessive.
I put my plan into place immediately and when he returned home, he was
alone, so crawled into my bed. I am a light sleeper, so I awoke when he
wrapped himself around me. I could feel that he was naked and it felt so
good to be held.

"Hi. Did you have a good time" I asked

"Yup. Thanks for the car. We had an awesome time. Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah, a little" I replied, and honestly I did. I was sad about not being
able to have as much sex as I wanted, but happier about my decision to let
him out from under the sex for privileges rule. Maybe he would like me
better.

"Cool" he said as he rubbed his hardening dick against my ass.

"You should get some sleep buddy, you have school tomorrow" I suggested and
moved away slightly. He didn't make a sound, trying to figure out what was
happening.  We went to sleep and in the morning, I got up and had a shower
and got dressed before waking him.

"Good morning buddy" I said quietly as I shook him awake. "I gotta run so
don't be late okay?"

"Okay" he grumbled.  I left and headed for work.

Over the next two weeks, I only gave him one blow job, but he was using the
car as much as he wanted. His friends were over all the time, although I did
insist they go home by 10pm on school nights, and I bought him the things he
needed but nothing excessive.  Late one night as he crawled into bed beside
me he lay on his side and looked at me.

"Don't you like me anymore?" he asked somberly

"Of course, why would you even ask that?" I replied looking right into his
eyes.

"Oh, probably because we never fool around anymore. Most of the time you
just avoid me or make an excuse."

I decided to come clean and tell him the truth about what I'd heard and how
I felt about it.

He started to laugh "I thought you liked paying that game. I always knew
you'd let me do stuff even without sex, I just thought you enjoyed it. It
seemed to turn you on.  Maybe I was an asshole sometimes, but I thought that
if it was always easy, you wouldn't like the game as much. I'm sorry. I like
being here and you're a good friend. Without you, I would probably be living
on the streets or in some group home. We hooked up because we both like sex
and get along. If you don't want to do that anymore, I can always move back
into my own room."  He sounded sad at the last sentence.

We talked for about an hour and by the end of it, he had his dick deep in my
ass, fucking my brains out again. We cuddled with each other until morning,
when I woke him up with a traditional blow job.

"Mmmm...that's a better way to wake up" he smiled.

Dallas and I were together for about 2 years when things finally came to an
end. We shared a lot and although our relationship was dysfunctional, it
provided both of us with something the other wanted and perhaps needed.
Somewhere in his travels, he met a guy named Gordon who was heavily into
drugs. In just about a month, Dallas went from being a nice, quiet,
considerate guy, to an asshole. He was stoned all the time, and frequently
yelled at me. One day he finally came home and said he was leaving. When I
asked where he was going, he said that although it was "none of my fucking
business" but eventually let it slip that it was Gordon he was moving in
with. When asked why, he said he thought it was just time to move on. I
found out that Gordon promised him all the pot he could smoke and that he
would buy him a car. I couldn't compete with that, so he left.  I heard from
him once more about six months later when he called to say he was living in
another city. Turns out Gordon got him stoned and drunk, and raped him
several times. Dallas figured he couldn't come back to me since he thought I
was mad at him, so he moved in with a guy that he said was 'just like me'.
I cried.

I loved Dallas and miss him a lot. I would love to have another roommate
like him. I enjoyed watching him have fun and teaching him new things. I
also enjoyed the sex. After all, who wouldn't? I hope someday, someday soon,
I get another roommate that enjoys my company as much as I enjoy his. A BBD
or not. His picture still features prominently in my living room, and I
often think about him. I hope he is doing well and is safe.  Anyone want to
live with an older average looking guy? I miss having a roommate.

That's all for this story. Email me at jasontyler@gaypridecanada.com or
visit www.gaypridecanada.com.  Maybe you know someone who wants to be my
roommate. LOL!!