Date: Sun, 19 Oct 2003 13:55:11 -0400
From: Shaver Boy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: DOCTOR'S ORDERS (Chapter 18) (t/t, m/m, m/t exhib, mast, shave, oral,
     anal)

NOTE: This is a work of fiction that depicts sexual situations between men
and teenagers. If that offends you or you are under 18 years old, don't read
on. Remember, these characters are fictional. They don't get any disease
that I don't want them to and they deal with things the way I want them to.
That isn't true in real life. Play safe. This is a fantasy, guys. Keep it
that way.

Comments are appreciated to shaverboy@yahoo.com

CHAPTER 18 - LIFE AT THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE

4:25am.

I looked at the glowing red numbers on the digital clock as I lay in bed.
Dan was lying next to me, softly snoring, curled up naked under the blanket
that he kept hogging.

I should have been sleeping as soundly as he was. God knows I was worn out.
But my mind was whirring away like mad, replaying events from four hours
ago. I lay there still and sleepless, watching as the clock blinked over to
4:26am.

I pushed myself quietly out from under the covers. Dan groaned a little and
rolled over but didn't wake up. As I stood up, every muscle in my body
seemed achy and heavy. As I tiptoed toward the door, I realized my asshole
was still tingling and raw from the traffic it had handled earlier. The
ointment that Mr. Carrico had put on it soothed it some but I was still a
little tender. I stretched a little to work the kinks out of my muscles.
Yet, as beat as I felt, I also felt strangely high.

I walked through the den to the bathroom. Flipping on the harsh fluorescent
lights, I stood and peed, still in a sort of daze. As I finished, I stood
there still holding my dick in my hand. Absent-mindedly, I started to rub
it. Faithfully, it responded, growing quickly in my grasp. I looked down at
it, releasing it and letting it twitch its way to full erection. I flushed
the toilet and turned toward the large mirror over the vanity. I studied my
dick. It had grown a bit over the last six months, not a lot longer but
definitely thicker and more mature looking. Trimming my bush definitely set
it off nicely. My balls also seemed fuller. I certainly had been giving them
a workout over these months. I ran my hands over my naked chest and down to
my hips, watching myself. Dan had kept telling me that my body had good
definition and that he would be glad to help me start lifting weights to
bulk up. I thought about that now, imagining a more muscular me, at the
beach and drawing the attention of men, and even women. As I ran my hands
back up my chest, I was thinking of the other hands that had touched me that
night. I shook my head to clear it and turned to go back. I clicked off the
light and headed back out to the den, my dick wagging in front of me.

I paused to look out the sliding glass doors that led to the patio. The soft
light of street lights reflected off the two feet of snow on the ground.
Flakes continued to fall slowly. I stood at the door and reached for my dick
again, fondling it as I thought.

I couldn't deny it. I'd never had such an exciting night. Not even New
Year's Eve in Florida quite stacked up to this one. I had loved the
attention, the nakedness, the feelings, the smells, the tastes, the sexiness
of it all. And part of me was still sort of uncomfortable with that. Not
that I wouldn't have done it all over again. But it sort of bothered me that
I would. Was I some colossal perv?

I reran the feeling of being on the table, fucking myself on that dildo
while they all watched and all I felt was excitement, the guilt that I felt
about it seemed to make it just more exciting. I ran the movie in my mind of
looking up at Mr. Carrico as I licked his dick and felt Gary getting ready
to stick his huge pole in me and Dan sucking me and Sean watching and
tweaking my nipples, and shivers of excitement coursed through me. Even as I
stood at the door and thought about it, my dick had started leak. I could
see my reflection in the door, dim and transparent, superimposed on the
snowy scene in front of me. I smeared my precum around the head. I had to
face it, I'd loved all the attention that night. But some things still made
me a little uncomfortable.

Dan and I had showered together after all the fun in the den had ended. I
liked all the attention and loved looking at his smooth, stocky, muscled
body, gleaming as the water cascaded over him. He massaged me with soap and
cleaned the remnants of cum off of me. Working his way down, he licked my
dick back to full hardness. And then he handed the soap to me.

I soaped up his hard pecs and arms. He lifted his arms above his head so I
could get his armpits. I was going to work down to his crotch but he turned
around, bracing himself against the wall. I started soaping up his shoulders
and his back. As I did, he pushed back a little. The head of my cock scraped
against his firm round ass. He started working his hips, rubbing his ass
against my dick until it was riding up and down the deep tight crack. I took
hold of his hips and began to slide up and down his crack, feeling it get
slicker as my juices drooled into it.

"I want to fuck you," I whispered, not believing I was saying it.

Dan looked at me over his shoulder. "I told you earlier you could fuck me.
And boy, have you earned it."

I reached down and slipped my finger into his crack, feeling around for his
hole. I found the smooth pucker and began massaging it in slow circles,
pushing harder and harder. My finger slid into him and I heard him moan a
little. I twisted my finger around a few times, working it deeper into him.
I began to rub my middle finger against him too and soon that had joined my
index finger, probing his hot insides. I was still rubbing my dick against
his ass cheek. I sensed he was ready.

Easing my fingers out, I took hold of my throbbing cock and aimed the head
at that tight hole. I rubbed it back and forth against the opening, lubing
it with my ooze. And then I began to push. I could see the muscles in Dan's
arms tense up. He took a deep breath as he leaned his head against the wall.
The head was now in him. I took hold of his hips again and began slow
thrusts, not hard, but just enough that each one drove me deeper into him.
Soon I was all the way in. I took hold of his shoulders and started picking
up speed, pushing in and out, harder and harder. Dan was groaning, bracing
himself against the wall with one hand while he stroked his dick with the
other. Through the glass doors of the shower I could see our reflection in
the mirror. I was watching myself fuck him. That turned me on even more. My
balls swung between my legs, slapping against him as I punched into him. And
then they began to tighten as I felt a load building in me. I was pounding
now, grunting as I slammed against his body. My knees started to shake and I
shouted "OH SHIT!" as I let loose, my hot sperm firing into his hole.

I leaned against him, my spasming hardon still inside him. He reached back
and gently ran his hand across my face. Slowly he eased forward, releasing
my cock from his tight ass. He pulled me around until I was standing with my
back against the wall, and stood facing me as he stroked his dick furiously.
In less than a minute, he shot, his jizz arcing up to my chest, onto my
stomach, even hitting my neck. He finally subsided and fell against me,
wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I hugged him back. Pushing away, he
looked me in the eyes. There was an intensity in his look. In a soft
whisper, he said, "Thanks." And then he leaned forward and kissed me on the
lips. His left hand moved behind my head and cradled it. I kissed back,
awkwardly. I felt his tongue against my lips and let them open, allowing him
into my mouth. His tongue probed mine. He now had my head in both hands,
kissing me hard.

I felt strangely uncomfortable. I gently tried to push him away. Dan backed
off, a quizzical look in his eyes. Then he reached down and gave my dick a
final squeeze and turned off the water.

As I stood looking out on the snow, I wondered: why had that bugged me?
After all we'd done, why did I get bothered when he kissed me. After all,
Tommy had done that. But Tommy was just being sexy and hot. Dan was . . .
well, it was like he meant something by it. I was picking up some vibe that
. . . I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Just that it made me feel weird.

I thought back. I'd felt that before. I remembered. Christmas night in the
basement with Chip. We'd just cum. We were slumped against each other
catching our breath. There was this feeling. We had both pulled back,
awkward, not sure what to do with it. That was what I'd felt again with Dan.
But with Chip, it was like there was something more, something I wanted to
say. But I couldn't figure out what it was.

I heard a noise at the top of the stairs. Turning around I saw Mr. Carrico
come down. He had a pair of flannel pajama bottoms on. His muscular hairy
chest was bare. He stopped about halfway down the steps.

"I heard a noise down here. Are you OK, Doug?"

I turned back toward the glass doors. "Yeah, sure. I just needed to pee."

He stood silent for a moment and then came down. He came over next to me and
looked out at the dim white landscape. He glanced over at me, seeing my hard
dick twitching in front of me.

"Gary and I watched the news. This is the biggest snow here in fifteen
years." He paused. "Before you were born." He took a deep breath. "Doug, I
hope we didn't overdo it with you."

I shook my head. "No I liked it. I had fun. It's just . . ."

"Just what?"

"I don't know how I feel about some of this stuff." I thought for a second
and then said what I never thought I could. "I don't know about being gay."

Mr. Carrico put his hand on my shoulder. "Come over here and sit down. Let's
talk."

He turned on the gas for the fireplace. The soft warmth began to fill the
room. We walked over to the couch and sat down. I sat at one end facing him.
He sat at the other facing me. It was like I needed a little distance to tal
k about this. But I also liked the fact that he was sitting there looking at
my naked body. I watched him staring as my dick twitched up and down.

Mr. Carrico cleared his throat and seemed to be gathering his thoughts.
Finally he spoke. "You know, when I was your age, I didn't have a clue what
I was. Nobody talked about it. I was in the dark. I knew I felt something
for guys. Somewhere in my gut I knew it. But it was a small town and nobody
wanted to be a 'fag'. So I played football, I dated girls, I told all the
fag jokes. I got Angela pregnant with Sean when I was nineteen. We got
married. And then Danny came along. I loved the kids. I tried to be a good
husband. But more and more I knew there was something wrong."

I nodded. I kind of understood what he was saying. But it still made me
uncomfortable to think about it. "So when did you start to do it with guys?"

He closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, as if envisioning what had
happened. "I was 20 years old the first time I sort of had sex with a man. I
was on a fishing trip with a buddy of mine. We'd been friends since high
school. Both of us were married. It was a hot night and we were lying around
in our underwear in the tent, swilling down Buds. We both were drunk. We
started joking and shoving each other and then wrestling and it ended up
with him lying on top of me. I could feel that he was hard and I damn sure
knew I was. He said something like 'I think we got a problem, Tim.' He was
sort of grinding it against me. I said yeah I guess we did. He got up on his
knees over me and pulled his cock out of his underwear and squeezed it. He
grinned at me and said 'so help a buddy out and blow me'. He said it like I
could take it as kidding. But we both sort of knew it was no joke.

"I said, 'what's in it for me?' I think that sort of caught him off guard.
He sort of stammered around and finally said, 'I'll jerk you off while you
do it' I thought about it a minute. I said, 'No you gotta do me too.' We
ended up compromising and agreeing to jerk each other. So I said, 'take your
shorts off.' He did and I slid mine off too. He was kneeling with his dick
right over my chest and he was stroking it real slow, this sort of drunken
smile on his face. I couldn't take my eyes off his dick. I was looking at my
buddy's hardon.

"He said, 'OK, bud, you know you'd like to suck my dick'. I reached up and
took it in my hand, the first time I'd had another guy's dick in my hand. I
stroked him for a while. And then I leaned forward and started licking the
head. He was shocked that I actually did it but he didn't try to stop me
either. I took it in my mouth. He started getting into it, pumping in and
out of my mouth and moaning. He finally did reach back and start rubbing my
dick against my stomach. And then he blew. I tried to swallow it but choked.
The moment I finished he rolled off me, and wrapped his hand around my dick
and started beating it off. I shot a load like I'd never shot before. The
whole thing was like nothing I'd ever experienced. And then we just sort of
felt all awkward and wiped off and got in our sleeping bags. The next day we
both claimed we didn't remember anything. But I did. And I think he did
too."

Listening to his story, I was stroking my own dick more openly now, leaning
back against the armrest and spreading my legs apart as I faced him. "Wow,
so did you all do it again?"

"A couple of times. He actually sucked me a few times on later trips. And we
did it every night on the trip, always making sure to be good and sauced so
we could claim not to remember anything the next day. But that only happened
like a couple of times over the course of a year."

As I sat working my throbbing dick, I thought about how much I'd been doing
this since it all started. "That was all you did it? A few times a year?"

He laughed. "I know that's incomprehensible to a horny teenager, but yeah.
Of course Angela and I were still having sex, although not a lot. I did beat
off a lot. And I always thought of Ned, my buddy when I was doing it."

I did understand that. "So what happened to Ned?"

"I think he got sort of upset about the whole thing. We started seeing less
and less of each other. He finally picked a fight over something stupid and
just stopped seeing me. I was hurt because I knew why."

I thought of Chip and the ups and downs we'd had lately. "So then what did
you do?"

"Well, I was confused and scared. I didn't know what to do about it. But
somebody sort of helped me out on that.

"I'd started lifting when I was in high school. Even after I graduated and
started working construction, I was a gym rat. Everyday after work, I was
there, working out. I looked pretty good too. I guess part of it was
avoiding going home to Angela. But I loved being at the gym. All these hot
guys, butching it up. It made me feel like I didn't have to worry about the
fact that I'd sucked my best friend's dick. I was working out with all these
real men. So that must make me one too. I just got bulkier to deny what I
really felt."

As I sat looking at him across the couch, he still looked pretty bulky and
built. I tried to imagine what Tim Carrico looked like about twenty years
earlier. He seemed to read my mind and reached under the end table to pull
out a photo album. He flipped through the pages until he found what he was
looking for and then handed the album to me.

On the bottom of the picture someone had written "State Finals, 1977. 2nd
place." It was a picture of him, in a posing strap, standing on a stage. He
looked so young. But also beefy and rippling with muscle. His smooth body
glistened. I looked at the man across from me and then back at the picture.
The hairy muscular father on the couch contrasted with the smooth youthful
bodybuilder in the picture. And something else. Something about the face,
aside from the youth and the 70s style hair. There was a confidence and
peacefulness to the man on the couch that was missing in the face in the
picture. That face showed determination, but also, something that I sensed
as anxiety. I guess I picked up on that because it was the look I saw in the
mirror at times.

Mr. Carrico smiled as I studied the picture. "Yeah, that's me. Never did win
but I did pretty well for a few years. And it was thanks to Will Blandford
that I did as well as I did. At a lot of things."

"Who was that?"

"Look at the picture on the next page."

I did. It was another picture of him, still in that skimpy strap, with
another guy. He was older, I guessed in his thirties. He was also big and
dark haired, good looking. He had his arm around Mr. Carrico.

"Will was my trainer. He owned the gym. He took an interest in me from the
time I started working out there. And he was the one who talked me into
competing."

I put down the album. I could tell there was more to it than that.

"Will kept telling me that if I'd work at it I could be competitive. And
he'd competed some back in the sixties so he knew what he was talking about.
Now keep in mind this was around the time that Schwarzenegger and 'Pumping
Iron' was making body building sort of popular. So I thought, what the hell.
Will would stay late with me at the gym. He pushed me so hard I was aching
sometimes. Then he'd give me a rubdown. I'd be lying there on the table and
he'd be working my back muscles, and let me tell you, I got such a boner. I
was terrified he'd notice. But he never said anything. Not until a few days
before that picture.

"We'd been working for months on building me up. I was definitely getting
there. And he started working with me on presentation - how to make it look
good. Finally he said he needed to prep me for the competition. That meant
shaving me down. Now even in those days, I was hairy. So I hadn't looked
forward to this. But I knew it had to be done. So late one night, after I'd
finished my routine, he got me to stand on the weight bench. I just had on a
jock strap.

"I tried to relax as he lathered up my legs and used a straight razor to get
them smooth as the day I was born. But I wasn't relaxed. I was horny as
hell. I tried to think of anything to keep my cock from popping right out of
my strap. And I was hoping he wasn't noticing how hard it was and the big
wet spot that was forming on the pouch. Considering that he shaved all the
way up to the strap, it was pretty stupid to think he wasn't noticing it. As
he leaned against me, shaving my thighs, I could feel his sweats rub against
my calf. And I thought that I was feeling his dick getting hard too. But he
made no comment about any of it. He said he was going to go use the john and
for me to strip off my jock, lie down on the massage table and cover myself
with a sheet. Then he'd do my chest and stomach. I stripped off my jock,
which was pretty gooey by that time, and pulled the sheet up to my waist.

"When he came back, he went to work on my arms and then my armpits. I had my
arms up over my head. I have to tell you, Doug, I was on fire. And I was so
ashamed of myself for being so turned on. He started working on my chest,
scraping away all the hair on my pecs. He had his thumb pushing against my
nipples as he shaved around them. I started moaning a little. I was
trembling. He just said, real softly, 'It's OK. Shaving is a sensual
experience.' And I knew he knew that I was turned on. I wasn't sure that
made me feel better or worse. After he finished my chest, he started moving
down to my stomach. Lower and lower he had me completely smooth. And his
other hand was resting on my hip, covered my that thin sheet. My dick was
tenting it up and making a wet spot on it. And still he got lower, until he
was down to my pubes. I could feel his other hand massaging my hip.

"He said, once again, really softly, 'You're turned on, aren't you?' I just
nodded. I had never felt so embarrassed. He just smiled and put his hand
right on my dick and massaged it through the sheet. And then he said, as he
continued shaving down lower on my belly, 'I think we should go all the way,
don't you?' I just nodded again. I wasn't sure what he meant but I wanted
it.

"He pulled the sheet off. There I was, naked and hard in front of him. He
took hold of my dick and fisted it, slowly stroking it up and down. I let
out this loud groan. He continued pulling on my cock as he picked up a pair
of scissors and started trimming my bush. He kept clipping all around it
until he had it all down to just stubble. I closed my eyes as he lathered me
up and started shaving all around my cock and balls. He kept my dick in his
hand, milking the head all the time he did it. He got me to spread my legs
so he could shave my balls and all the way back to my ass.

"He wiped me off and I looked down at my body. My chest and stomach looked
so different, smooth and shiny. And my crotch, I saw my dick jumping against
the smooth skin and I reached down to feel it. It was amazing. He took my
dick in his hand again and began stroking it. I lay there letting him
masturbate me. I glanced over at him and I could see the bulge in his
sweats. I reached over and felt it. We looked each other in the eye. He
whispered, 'Mind if I get comfortable?' I shook my head and took my dick in
my own hand while he stripped. He came and stood next to the table again and
I reached over and took his big dick in my hand. He took mine again. And we
stroked each other. I rolled onto my side and took him in my mouth. His big
hand was on the back of my head as I sucked him. He kept stroking me. And
then I shot. All over the place, on him, on me, on the table, on the floor.
My back was arching off the table and I was moaning around the thick meat
that was in my mouth. He pulled out and stroked his dick until he shot all
over me. I was covered with jizz.

"You would have thought I'd just gotten done with the hardest workout I'd
ever done the way I was panting lying on that table. Cum was dripping down
my sides and I was in sort of a daze. He looked down at me and I think he
saw the mixture of satisfaction and panic that I felt. And he leaned over
and kissed me. I opened my mouth and we kissed really hard. It seemed to go
on forever. His hands were rubbing me all over. I was hard again. And I was
grabbing him around the neck. It was like I'd suddenly been set free.

"He finally freed his lips from mine and said, 'I've been waiting for that.'
I looked up at him and said, without even thinking about it, 'Me too.' He
started rubbing my dick again. I was letting out these little moans while he
did that and caressed my nipples. He said, 'You up for something else?'

"I nodded. He told me to get of the table and lean over the end with my legs
spread. I did. He ran his hand up and down my hairy ass crack. 'We need to
take care of this too.' he said and started lathering that up too. As he
shaved my ass, he kept rubbing his finger against my hole, pushing against
it. After he had my crack as smooth as the rest of me, he pushed a finger
into me. I was scared because I knew what he wanted. But I wanted it too.
And then he was rubbing his fat dick against my ass cheek. And then up and
down my crack. And then it was pushing at my hole. And I let him in. His
hands were on my back massaging as he pushed into me. I was gritting my
teeth, but I was excited. I knew. I wanted this. And he fucked me. He
stroked my dick as he did it and I shot all over the floor and the side of
the table. And he kept fucking, and I shot again. And then he blew his load
inside me. I felt the heat of it churning inside. And I shot again. He was
lying on top of me, kissing my neck. I felt like I never had before."

As Mr. Carrico talked, I could hear the emotion in his voice. I knew what he
was talking about. I knew. And yet, I didn't understand it. And part of me
really didn't want to. But he went on.

"That was the beginning. Will and I went on trips for me to compete. And we
slept together."

I thought about what he was telling me. "So you were still with Dan and
Sean's mom when this was going on?"

He nodded. "I still wasn't telling myself I was gay. I'd blow Will and then
go home to my wife. Angela was no fool. She knew something was up. And I
think deep down she knew what was up. But she didn't say anything. She just
found somebody else. She was having an affair with her boss at the real
estate office and I was out sucking dick.

"This went on for about two years. We both knew it wasn't working. She
finally confronted me. Was I seeing some other woman? Well, I could have
just played innocent and honestly answered no. But I knew it was time to
tell. I told her I thought I might be gay. She told me about Larry. I told
her about Will. We cried and talked and cried some more. But we knew it was
over. She divorced me and took the kids to Baltimore. I moved in with Will."

I was a little overwhelmed. This guy had changed his whole life. I hadn't
thought that far ahead. I wasn't sure I wanted to.

"So what happened to you and Will?"

He took a deep breath. "Will died. Car accident. We were together less than
a year. This was his house. He left it to me. I sort of withdrew. But I
couldn't deny who I was anymore. I started going out to bars.

"That was where I met Ogden Owen. He'd only show up when his wife was out of
town. He liked three-ways mostly. He'd watch me fuck somebody and beat off
all over us. Kind of kinky but he was a nice guy. I could talk to him. He
knew he was a little strange but he understood me and encouraged me. The
irony is that he couldn't seem to do it for himself.

"The best thing that happened to me was when Sean moved in. Helping him come
to terms with himself helped me. I got more open. And then Danny came. And
then I met Gary."

I was interested and yet, I wasn't sure what he was saying to me. I knew he
wanted to let me know it was alright to be who I was. But truthfully, I was
more interested in the sexual images I was getting from what he was saying.
I kept staring at his hot chest.

"Um, well, how did you and Gary meet?"

He smiled, as if relishing a good memory. "I was at the gym. Gary works
there as a trainer. I'd seen him there a few times before. It was late and I
was the last one finishing up. He was in the locker room vacuuming. I saw
him watching me as I got undressed. He still kids me about what a show I put
on sliding off my sweaty jock strap. I went in the shower, making sure to
give my dick a few tugs as I walked past him. He just smiled.

"Anyway, I was showering and all of a sudden Gary walks in, naked. Well, I
don't have to tell you how hot that was. He took the shower next to me.
Started talking to me about just any crap he could think of. We soaped
ourselves up so much it was a miracle we had skin left. We both kept soaping
our dicks up particularly. Finally he reached over and grabbed mine. I did
the same to that monster of his. Before you knew it, we were all over each
other. He fucked me right there in the shower."

"Wow!" I was definitely getting a hot mental image of this. Without even
realizing it, I was stroking my dick again as I listened to him talk.

He continued. "So I invited him over the next night. Sean was at college and
Danny was out spending the night with a friend. I cooked out. We sat out on
the patio eating and talking. I liked him. I felt so comfortable with him.
After dinner we swam in the pool naked and ended up doing it right out there
on the patio. I knew after that night that I was in love."

Now he was getting to the part that I wasn't sure I wanted to hear. Or maybe
just didn't know how to hear. I wanted to hear about the sex, the hot
bodies, the hard dicks.

I could tell that talking about it had made him hot. I could see the big
bulge in his flannel bottoms. I spread my legs further apart and openly
stroked my dick, rubbing my balls with my other hand. I could see his eyes
focusing on my crotch in the soft light.

"You are one horny kid."

Stretching out my left leg, I pushed my foot between his legs and with my
foot, felt his dick through the soft material.

"Um, Doug, I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. I just
told you about this to let you know it takes time to . . ." I could hear a
little trembling in his voice.

"I know," I whispered, "But I'll think about that later. I just know I'm
horny. I feel so horny." I wanted him. I rubbed my foot up and down his
stiff shaft.

He backed up, pulling away from my foot. "Look, I think you've had more than
enough fun for tonight. It's five in the morning. We better get some . . ."

"I really need to cum again." I pushed myself up further on the arm of the
sofa. I was masturbating for him. I watched his eyes. He couldn't stop
watching me.

I stood up and walked toward him. My dick was now in front of his face. I
was still slowly stroking it. "I need it." I said softly. I let go of my
dick, letting it sway back and forth.

Hesitantly, he reached out and took my dick in his hand. He leaned forward
and licked the head. He took it in his mouth and started to suck. His strong
hands gripped my hips. I started pumping my dick in and out of his warm wet
mouth. My breathing was getting heavier. He reached inside his pajama
bottoms and stroked his own dick as he worked on my cock. I sucked in a deep
breath and shook. I could feel my balls draw up as I shot my load into his
mouth. He gulped down my cum.

When I was through, he let me go. I stood, trembling a little. As my head
cleared, I felt embarrassed. I'd seduced him. I felt strange and a little
guilty for having been so aggressive.

Mr. Carrico stood up. He still had his hand in his pants, stroking his dick.
I grabbed the sides of the waistband and pulled down, revealing his
rock-hard dick. As I sank to my knees, he looked down, a hesitant look in
his eyes.

"You don't have to . . ."

I interrupted. "No, I want to do you too." I reached again for his dick.
This time he didn't stop me. I stroked it a few times and then took it in my
mouth. I sucked him hard and fast. He had his hand on the back of my head
and I felt his body tense up. He blew his load into my throat. I gulped it
down.

When I was done, I sat back on my legs looking up at him. He was looking
down at me, an expression of concern on his face. I felt awkward.

"Um, I'm sorry. I was just so horny."

He took a deep breath. "It's OK, Doug. I know that right now it's all about
sex to you. But there's more. But you'll figure that out."

I nodded, though I really didn't know what he meant.

"Go to bed, Doug. I'll see you in the morning." He put his hand on my cheek
for a second. Then he walked to the stairs and headed up.

I felt confused. I still couldn't put together exactly how I felt about all
this. But as I thought about the look on his face as he watched me playing
with my dick, I started getting hard again . . .

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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