Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2002 19:38:17 -0600
From: Shadowlawn <mart6854@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Cock Tales - Second Part

[Author's Note: This is the second of a multi-part story. While the reader
might find it useful and interesting to read the first part before the
second it is not necessary as the story can stand alone. - JW]

Cock Tales - A Second Time, More and Better

The early years of my childhood were the best, but even they weren't
great. My real dad ditched mom and me shortly after I was born and we lived
with grandma and grandpa until they died when I was seven. When I was eight
mom got religion and I got a stepfather. A real asshole, he thought he was
doing God's work on earth. A few good whipping soon taught me to walk the
very straight and narrow. I conformed, at least on the outside. Inside was
another story and ironically because of my stepfather, the inside began
replacing the outside. I was 16 at the time.

My stepfather arranged for and insisted that I take a part-time job working
Saturdays for a guy he described as "a good Christian widow man." I wasn't
very excited about the whole thing, but as usual acted like the good
Christian boy everyone assumed I was; I took the job.

Maxwell Peters, my new boss, turned out to be a really great guy and even
though he was more than twice my age I found him to be good looking. He was
tall and thin with silver streaked black hair and bright steel gray
eyes. He didn't have a buffed out body but it was firm and solid. He was a
real nice regular guy. I was really happy to be working for him and I
enjoyed his company while we ate lunch together every Saturday.

The work at his warehouse was hard physical labor, but I appreciated the
workout and besides I was making $10 an hour, not bad at 16. The routine
was always the same. I'd arrive at 8:00 in the morning, Max would assign me
the job of the day and I'd get to it while he'd go into his office to do
paperwork. At lunch he'd call me to his office using the loud speaker and
we'd eat whatever he'd had delivered, usually pizza or a grinder. After
lunch I went back to my job and Max would stay in his office doing
his. Around 4:00 Max, again on the loud speaker, would announce that time
was up and I'd hit the showers. After taking a long, steamy and relaxing
shower in the employees' locker room I'd get dressed, tell Max I was
leaving and head straight home in my mom's car.

That's the way it went until one fateful Saturday on the fifth or sixth
week (I really can't remember which). Everything went along as usual until
I got into the shower. For some reason the hot, steamy environment of the
shower room had an effect on me that afternoon. As I began soaping up my
cock and balls I became uncontrollably horny.  Ordinarily I would have gone
into one of the toilet stalls and stroked off a load, but feeling sure that
I was alone and all hot and bother from the effects of the steam I just
started fisting my cock right there in the open.

I was leaning against the tile wall, my eyes closed, my hand providing me
with total pleasure when I suddenly heard Max's voice. Before my brain
could catch up with what was happening he's kneeling in front of me with my
thick, throbbing 6 1/2 inches buried in his hot wet mouth. I lost all
control and too soon he was gulping down the biggest load of my young
life. Then as I'm recovering he starts pumping away on his own 8 1/2-inch
beauty with me watching.

When he'd sprayed his load and we'd both come down from our sexual highs I
became panic stricken. Looking back at it I know it's stupid, but at that
moment I was absolutely terrified that Max would call my stepfather and
tell him that he'd just sucked me off. Of course Max didn't do any such
thing, matter of fact he was freaking a little at the thought that I might
tell my stepfather what he'd done.

"Are you okay Rob?" He asked.

I just nodded in a sort of tentative, half-hearted way. A number of things
were running through my head. Fear of Max telling; fear that my stepfather
would take one look at me and know; fear that I was going to go straight to
hell and burn.

>From the look on Max's face he wasn't doing much better than me. Though he
had nothing to fear from me, he didn't know that and I guess he could tell
that I was not doing so well. He staggered to his feet and then rinsed the
cum off his body under the shower. He looked at me and in almost a whisper
said, "it's going to be alright. You've just got a case of after-cumming
guilt. Relax, it'll go away soon enough. Just promise me one thing?" He
looked straight into my eyes and I could tell he was as worried as I was.

"What?" My tone was harsh, not that I was angry with him or anything, it's
just that at that moment I wanted to be left alone. Max obviously took it
the wrong way.

"Nothing, never mind. Rob, I'm sorry I did what I did. I figured you were
horny and wouldn't mind a buddy helping you out, but I guess I was
wrong. It won't happen again, that's a promise. Please don't say anything
to anyone about this, especially your stepfather."

I looked at him as though he'd gone crazy. "Are you kidding? I wouldn't
tell anybody what just happened if they put a gun to my head. I'd rather
get shot than face what my stepfather would do to me."

Max seemed somewhat relieved, but a look of sadness remained in his
eyes. "Like I said, I'll never bother you again." With that he walked out
of the shower room, grabbed a clean towel, hastily sopped the water from
his body and without looking at me again and still naked left the locker
room.

I got under the shower and rinsed off. I dried myself as fast as I could,
dressed and headed toward Max's office. I asked him to let me out the door
to the parking lot. Without saying a word he did so. Just before I walked
through the door I looked at him and said, "don't worry, this is just
between you and me." I managed a quick smile and then headed to my car.

For nearly the next 24 hours I tormented myself. I guess it's hard to undo
9 years of brainwashing and indoctrination. I hardly slept Saturday
night. Then wouldn't you know it, Sunday morning's sermon was on the
subject of sins of the flesh. About a quarter the way through the pastor
launches in on the evils of homosexuality. I was sure he looked straight at
me a couple of times as he proclaimed how not only was it bound to destroy
the sinner, but it was also responsible for the all the ills of our country
and sure to bring about the downfall of mankind. I half expected to be
struck by lightening. Still in the back of my mind there was this little
notion that maybe, just maybe the pastor was full of shit. I certainly
didn't feel evil nor did I consider myself the spawn of Satan.

After Sunday dinner I went up to my room and lay down on my bed to think. I
had committed other sins and had always regretted doing so. This time was
different. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I really
didn't have any remorse about letting Max do to me what he did. It was only
that I was afraid someone, most especially my stepfather, would find
out. If God really thought it was so bad then why would He allow it to give
me so much pleasure, more pleasure than I'd ever experienced in my life? It
didn't make any sense and suddenly I decided that God didn't mind, only
people, like my stepfather and the pastor, people who were convinced they
always knew what God was thinking.

Sunday evening, between the end of the Youth Fellowship meeting and the
start of the evening service, I slipped away across the road to the
convenience store opposite the church. Using the pay phone on the side of
the store, I made a collect call to Max's home number. Thankfully he
accepted the call.

"What's wrong?" Were the first words out of his mouth.

"Nothing, that's why I'm calling. I wanted you to know I'm really okay with
what happened. Actually I want you to know it was just about the best thing
that's ever happened to me. I'd like to talk to you, in person, because
I've got a lot of questions going around in my head. Could we talk this
Saturday, like during lunch?"

"Of course we can," I could hear relief in his voice; I guess he'd been
worried about what I might do. He paused for a moment and I wondered if he
was waiting for me to say something when he began again.

"I've just had an idea. Why don't you spend Saturday night with me? That
way we'll have more time to talk . . . and do other things, if you want to
that is."

I was hesitant. The idea of spending the night with Max sounded wonderful,
but I figured there was no way I could pull it off without my stepfather
thinking that something fishy was going on and I said as much to Max.

"I'll take care of that. You just go on as usual at home. I'll work
something out, just play along with whatever I do."

I agreed and we said good-bye to each other. I arrived back at church just
in time for the start of the service. Of course for the rest of the evening
all I could think about was Max and the thought that I might be able to
spend a night with him.

All day Monday I was preoccupied by how Max would arrange for me to stay
with him. Fortunately I didn't have to wait too long. I was up in my room
when mom called me and the rest family to supper. My stepfather was already
seated at the dinner table as the rest of us took our seats.

He looked straight at me, which always got me nervous and said in an
ominous tone, "Mr. Peters stopped by the store today." The way he said it
made me wonder if Max had told him something, but then I realized that he
was just trying to get under my skin.

"He did?" I asked innocently.

"Yes he did. He said you were a fine worker and a good boy. I told him that
you weren't bad, but still had a long way to go to be perfect. Any way, he
said that his nephew is going to be spending the weekend with him and he
asked if you might like to stay over at his place as well. Seems they're
having the Caldwell Family Gospel Singers at his church this Sunday and he
thought you and his nephew might enjoy each other's company and go to the
service with him."

He looked at my mother and said, "Mr. Peters is a big fan of Gospel music,
that's what he buys at the store. He's a very good customer."

Turning his attention back to me he said, "I told him you'd be happy to
stay over and keep his nephew company. Now just make sure you're on your
best behavior. Don't you do anything to embarrass me with a good customer."

"No sir, I wouldn't do that." I was thrilled that it had been so easy, but
I was a little disappointed that Max's nephew would be there. It probably
meant we wouldn't have much time to talk and no time for anything
else. Still the thought that I'd be spending that much time with Max and
away from home somehow pleased me.

The rest of the week dragged on endlessly, or at least that's how it
seemed. Finally it was Friday night and my mother helped me pack my things
and made certain that I had appropriate clothes for the Sunday church
service. When the alarm clock went off at 6:00 Saturday morning I had no
trouble getting out of bed, showering, eating breakfast and heading out the
door. I actually pulled into the warehouse parking lot twenty minutes
before 8:00. I was surprised to see Max sitting behind the wheel of his
green BMW.

His car was in space facing out and I pulled my mom's car along side so his
window was opposite mine. I put down my window and he did the same to his.

He smiled and said, "I've decided to give you the day off with pay. Grab
your things, lock up the car and get over here so we can take off."

Moments later we were making small talk as he maneuvered the car through
the light early morning traffic. We passed the entrance to Vanderbilt
University and just a few blocks past that he turned into the drive of a
luxury high-rise apartment building.

"Well Sport, this is where home is," he said as he got out of the car. I
followed his lead, grabbing my things and then walking along side him as we
approached front doors to the main lobby. The doorman tipped his hat and I
was surprised to hear him say, "good morning again Mr. Peters, this must by
your nephew Rob," and then he nodded at me. It dawned on me, I was the
nephew, I mean there wasn't a real nephew, it had only been a cover story
for my stepfather's benefit. I can't tell you how happy that made me.

We made our way into the lobby past a huge green marble front desk and here
too a uniformed man standing behind it greeted Max by name and nodded at me
with a smile. Then we were alone in one of the three elevators and headed
to the 23rd floor.

I won't go into long boring details or descriptions just let me say his
apartment was unbelievable. I'd never seen anything like it except for in
magazines or on television. Lots of leather, glass and chrome, ultra modern
I guess is what you'd call it. It looked too perfect to live in. I was so
busy trying to take it all in that I barely heard him when he said, "let's
take your things down to the guest room."

I followed him down a hall leading off the living room and through the
first door we came to. He took my overnight bag and set it on the bed and
then my suit bag and hung it in a closet.

We were standing there facing each other and he asked, "How you doing Rob?
I was worried about you last weekend. I'm glad you called on Sunday."

"I'm glad I did too," I said. "I'm happy to be here with you. I have lots
of things I want to talk to you about and I also want to . . . uh, you know
what I mean."

He flashed a wicked smile and said, "I know exactly what you mean. As a
matter of fact I've spent a lot of time this week thinking about exactly
that. So much so that if you don't mind, I'd like to do it now, before we
talk. That is if you're in the mood. If you're not into it, just say so. I
did promise you I wouldn't bother you again, but if you want me too, I'd
really like to do it now."

"Sounds great to me. I've thought about it a lot this week to and to tell
the truth I'd like it too." I could feel my cock hardening in my pants.

"Fine, let's go down to my room. You can take a shower; I want you real
clean and relaxed before we start. I want this to be real special, not
quick and rushed like last time."

"I was about to point out that I'd already showered that morning, but
thought better of it. If he wanted me to take another shower, who was I to
argue."

He put his right arm around my shoulder and escorted me to the end of the
hall and through a set of double door. His bedroom looked like something
from a Hollywood set and the bathroom was unbelievable.

"I'll leave you to it," he said. "I'll rejoin you when you've finished."

He turned and left and I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the
shower stall. I'd never seen anything like that shower. It had 18
showerheads (I counted them) and the spray from them covers your whole body
all at once. I was enjoying it so much that had it not been for my hard
aching cock I might have spent the next hour in there getting wrinkly.

No sooner had I turned off the shower than Max came into the bathroom
carrying a thick terry cloth towel nearly as large as a bed sheet. He was
wearing a pair of dark blue silk boxers and his body was just as appealing
as I'd remembered it being. He looked at my stiff cock and smiled
apparently pleased at the state of my arousal. He opened the shower door
and held up the towel and I stepped out into it.  As I stood there he dried
me and then dropping the towel to the floor took me by the hand and led me
to his bed.

The bedcovers had been turned down and there was soft music coming out of
nowhere that I could see. He'd drawn the drapes over the windows and the
room was in near total darkness except for about 20 candles that were
clustered in groups of three or four around the room.

"What I'd like you to do is to get on the middle of the bed and lie on your
stomach. Just relax and let me have my way with you. I promise you won't
regret it."

I did as he asked, arranging my hard dick so that the underside of my shaft
rested flat stretched out from my bush to my belly button. I spread my legs
so that my balls weren't squeezed. The sheets were made of either silk or
satin, I don't know which, but whatever they were they felt wonderful
against my bare skin, most especially when my cock rubbed against them.

As soon as I was settled I felt Max get on the bed and sit next to me. He
began by massaging my back. Just his touch was enough send shivers through
my body. I worried that I'd stain the sheets, because I could already feel
syrupy boy-juice flowing freely from the head of my cock.

His touch was totally sensual. He ran the tips of his fingers along my
ears, then around the back of my neck, and then down the length of my
spine. When he got to my waist his hands parted one going over right cheek
and down the right leg to the right foot, while the other did the same to
my left side. It felt so cool, my whole body tingled and goose bumps
covered my skin. Just when I thought it couldn't get much better it did.

I felt him lean against my body, his naked flesh against my own. His body
was so hot I thought he must have a fever. Then he lowered his head and I
felt the tip of his tongue trace along the ridge of first my right, then my
left ear. Soon it was teasing the hairs on the nape of my neck causing my
entire body to tremble. He was following the same route he had with his
fingertips only this time using his tongue. When he reached the base of my
spine he licked and nipped at my left cheek and moved down onto my left
leg. He dragged his tongue over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh until
I thought I'd actually cry out in ecstasy. I fought not to giggle as he ran
his tongue along the bottom of my foot and then couldn't believe how sexy
it felt as he took each toe into his mouth and sucked on them as though
they were tiny little peckers. When he'd finished with my left side he
moved to my right foot and began the process again, only this time in
reverse. He gave each of my right toes its own little blowjob and then
slowly moved up my leg until he was laving the tender fleshy part of my
inner right thigh.

Though I expected it, he didn't move up to my right cheek. Instead he
buried his face between my outstretched legs and began licking balls. The
feeling was exquisite but got even better as he moved up to the tender spot
between the balls and where the ass crack begins. I was so lost in the
pleasure I was receiving that I didn't detect his hands pulling my cheeks
apart. Before I realized what was happening he'd run his tongue up and
around my tight rosebud and then began pushing it inward.

I was shocked. In my wildest imagination I'd never considered such a thing,
for one brief fleeting moment I almost jumped away, but then the sensation
overcame whatever objection I might have thought I had. I was experiencing
pure hedonistic bliss. I moaned and my body began to writhe against the
slippery fabric. My cock pulsed and I actually thought I was going to shoot
my load right then. I never wanted him to stop. As if sensing I was fast
approaching the point of no return he did exactly that, sitting up on his
knees. With one quick movement he helped me flip over and then he dove in
and began gently biting my nipples. The slight pain he inflicted was just
enough to cause me to draw back from my impending release.

He began to caress my chest and stomach with his wet, hot tongue. He dipped
it into my naval and continued down once more to my balls, up the underside
of my shaft and once he'd reached the head of my cock, he swallowed me
whole.

My eyes were screwed closed, my head was tossing back and forth and I began
almost involuntarily to thrust my hips forward. I really didn't know what
was creating the feelings running through my cock and in turn sending
charges of electrical energy through the rest of my body. I knew he was now
using not only his tongue, but his lips, throat muscles and tight fist in
an orchestrated combination, building me toward an inevitable crescendo.

I didn't want to cum yet, I wanted this to last just a little while longer,
but he was a man possessed. He would not allow his thirst to go
unsatisfied. The more I tried to fight the inevitable the more he milked me
until I heard an almost detached scream rise from the center of my stomach
and burst from my lips. At the very same moment the first shot exploded
with such force that I thought I might pass out. My seed was so hot and so
thick that I could actually feel it propel up the length of my cock,
expanding the seminal duct to its maximum. He took seven strong gushers,
gulping down as fast as they came.

I was panting, not certain if I'd ever catch my breath. He kept my still
stiff pole clamped between his lips. He nursed on it making certain that
he'd gotten it all before he finally released it, allowing it to slap back
against my taut stomach.

I was totally out of it. It felt as though my body was paralyzed and my
minded permanently dazed. I was aware that he was lying next to me and I
expecting to feel him tending to his own needs, but instead he just cuddled
close.

I rolled over onto my right side and he did likewise his front to my
back. He put his leftarm around me and drew me closer. I felt drained of
all stress and trouble, totally secure and at peace. I slipped into a sleep
of total satisfaction and contentment.