Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2001 11:42:03 EST
From: Kevroc54321@aol.com
Subject: THE EDUCATION OF JOSHUA, Final Chapter

THE EDUCATION OF JOSHUA
Final Chapter.......

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or read, please leave this site now.  For those of you who have been
following the development and education of Joshua, read on.......


Josh was 17 in January and was just about the cutest young guy you could have
ever wanted to set eyes upon.  He was definitely an avid skateboarder, had
his hair longer than ever before which left ample blonde hair to surround his
still beautiful eyes, smile and face.  His slender and lithe frame now was
replaced by a muscular, tough yet boyish build, broader of shoulder, rounder
of butt, and deeper of chest.  He was by no means a muscle boy, but if you
could get a hug now from this kid it left an impression not easily
surrendered.

It is a tough thing letting go, and perhaps sometimes a tough thing to let
things grow and go as they will, unemcumbered by your own hand, your own
wishes, your own heart.  Josh and I had talked about his "branching out" and
meeting new people, new friends, making his own life.  He was a bright guy,
good looking, not too mouthy, and perhaps even a bit wise beyond his years,
and so the friends he had liked hanging around him.  Resultantly, I saw less
of Josh than previous years, but when he graced my house with his presence,
it was almost as if no time had passed.  His laugh was ever a wonderful, his
demeanor always a joy.

We had talked on occasion and discussed that we each had no hold on the
other, particularly, but rather a friendship, and as much of a responsibility
as each wanted or felt was warrented.  For my heart, he could have stayed
with me for the rest of my natural life and I wouldn't have blinked an eye.
I did offer on several occasions to support him for as long as I lived, that
he was welcomed to move in, have his own room, have his run of the house.  We
had even joked of moving to a different state when the "age of consent" gave
its protection to our love, our closeness, our passions.

Knock knock at my door.  Geeze, it sounded like a heavy knock of a mailman or
UPS delivery or something of the sort.  I made my way from the kitchen to the
front door.

I opened the door and Josh stood there, smiling, and said, "Hey!"
I grinned from ear to ear, about fell over myself inviting him in.
"How are you doing, Michael?"
"Better now that I have you in my sights!"  I gloated, "To what do I owe this
pleasant surprise?"
"Aw, you know.  Hadn't been around in a little bit, and thought I'd see what
was up?" Josh returned.
"Hey," I noted, "It's Friday night.  Why aren't you out with your friends
skating or honking at pedestrians?"
Josh laughed and punched me in the shoulder.

He flopped down onto the sofa and looked as at home there as he ever had.
"Well," I started, "I was just making dinner.  Can I interest you in sticking
around long enough to eat?"
"Sure, whatcha having?"
"Chef salad, with some garlic french bread," I replied.
Josh lagged ever so slightly before he said yes, so I guessed that my menu
wasn't at the top of his list.

"But," I mused, "it is our old usual night to order in pizza.  You up for
that?"
"Yeah, sure!" he happily returned, "as long as I can talk you out of a cold
beer to have with my pizza."
"Depends," I said warily.
"It's OK," Josh said, "I already set it up with mom.  Dad is tired and
crashed, and I said we'd probably have pizza and watch movies until late, and
told her I'd just crash on your couch."
Josh smiled that old smile at me that meant he knew he had all the answers.
"In that case you're allowed 1 beer along with your pizza," I touted.
"One?  One!?  How am I supposed to get lose and sloshy and pliable if I only
have one beer?" he smiled.

We both laughed and he got up and gave me the biggest hug in a long, long
time.
"You know," Josh said, "I know I don't come around all the time anymore, but
I wanted you to know....."
He paused for a rather long silence, for Josh.
"....that I really appreciate all that you did for me, and with me.  And for
all the thousands of conversations that we had on just about everything."
He looked at me dead-on and frankly with those beautiful eyes, showing depth
and character that made me so glad I knew this guy, this boy, this man.
"I wouldn't have changed it all for the world, Josh.  You've been the
greatest," and I turned before he could see my eyes water a bit.

"Well, then, get your butt on the phone and let's get the pizza here so that
we both don't wither away into nothingness, man!"  he chided.
I laughed and popped him on the butt and trotted off to the phone.
"WATCH what you do with that butt, mister!" he mockingly protested.
"Josh, I DO believe you are flirting with me," I posed.
He laughed, and flopped back down and clicked on the T.V., just like old
times.

We ate nearly a whole pizza, and drank two beers each.  Josh never
over-indulged that I had observed, so I thought I would just let him be
himself, and observe a bit without setting rules or barriers.  He didn't
"guzzle"or swill down the beer,  but rather drank it with his meal.  It was
pretty cute!

"You know Michael," Josh said, "do you remember the time you first did me
from behind, and how shocked I was at how good it felt?"
"Sure, yeah, I remember.  You told me I was in big trouble for not letting
you in on that type of sex sooner," I replied.
"Right," he said.
I looked at him, and he shifted his gaze from the T.V. to me.
"That was a turning point in my life, you know?  I mean, I had known much
earlier that I liked guys more than girls, so no big deal there.  But when we
did that, it really made a difference," Josh explained.
"Oh?" I said, pausing.  "Why?"
"Because it wasn't just that we had sex and it felt good.  It was that you
showed me that even as good as it felt for you to.....you know, put it in me,
you would still pay attention to how you did it so that I felt the best
possible.  And I did.  I mean, the best."
"Cool," I stated, not knowing what else to say.

Josh smiled at me.
"And you know something else?  I remember one promise you never kept to me,"
Josh smiled, still.
Phew.  At least he wasn't serious.
"No. What?"
"You had told me about sucking me dry.  You know, where you suck me and I cum
and we do that over and over until finally I dry squirt because I'd be out of
stuff?" Josh questioned.
"Y-e-a-h......" I said slowly.
Josh winked.
I smiled.

We began with a shower, our usual clean the other guys every square inch.  It
was exotic, fun, exhilerating, and of course sexy as hell.  No cumming
allowed!  That didn't stop me from having the erection of the year, however,
and Josh wasn't doing too badly either!  He was sporting a nicely developed
set of testicles, and a swinging dick that would've made Tarzan envious.  He
still wasn't the hairiest guy around,and he looked almost as he did in his
14's and 15's, just bigger.  Oh Darn!

Josh laid back on my bed, as sexually enticing as ever, even more.  I licked
his legs, his belly, his balls, and by the time I got to the underside of his
penis he was bucking up off the bed.  I popped my mouth over the head of his
beautifully erect boyhood just in time to swallow all of his sweet boy sperm.
 I orally milked his dick of every squirt and droplet.  He was panting
heavily, and his penis was just beginning to unswell.  I didn't give it a
chance.  I slowed mounted his cock with my mouth, continuing where I had left
off only moments ago, his groans a testiment to the sensitivity his engourged
member was feeling.  I sucked him shallow and fast, slow and deep,
alternately, feeling that he would again not be long in his ejaculation.  As
he came close, I would slow down, and he untensed, I sucked him intensely,
keeping him all the while so close to exploding.
"Oh, please Michael!  Make it come out, make me cum now!" Josh whispered,
clutching the sheets with both fists.  I bobbed up and down faster and
faster, and Josh held my head with his hands and thrust his boy-cock deep and
once again spilled his seed, gutteral groans aplenty.
When I let him finish cumming and then began on him again, he threw his head
back and said words in combinations and intonations that almost made it seem
like he was speaking in tongues.

I wriggled my index finger into his sweet boybutt, and massaged his inner
pleasure as I suck him again.  "Oh damn, Michael, I can't take it.  I don't
want you to stop, but I can't take it....." he panted.
I kept at it, determined to keep my promise.  Josh squirted again, but almost
in no volume, and I was convinced that one more would initiate a dry-cum.  I
concentrated on the glans, massaging his prostate, and jacked him at the same
time.  I could tell he was building up, and although it took longer, he was
gonna orgasm again.

When he was seconds away, I sped up to almost superhuman speeds, sucking his
cock like never before.  He thrust his hips into my face, and his penis
tensed rigid, and his pelvis began to vibrate.  I quickly jacked him rapidly,
and he groaned, "Ugh!  Ugh!   Ugh!..." with each spasm of his boyhood.  It
was the ultimate sensation.  His body was trying to eject liquid but there
was none, so it kept trying over and over, making the cum cycle last much,
much longer.

Josh collapsed.  And with what strength he had left, he began to laugh
weakly.

"Oh, boy, Michael, you are really, really in trouble now," he giggled, and he
rolled over and lay his face into my crotch.  I was hard instantly.

Josh sucked one ball then the other into his mouth, ever so gently.  God, I
was nearly cumming already.  He sucked and very slightly jacked my manhood at
the same time.  I erupted seconds later, which Josh caught all except the
first volley.  As I came intensely, Josh continued to suck, right on past the
spurt, and he bobbed up and down furiously, and I came again less than minute
later.

He repeated what I'd done for him, and by the end we were both so exhausted,
we just fell asleep where we were, how were were, stuck to whatever we were.


I woke up looking into Josh's eyes.  Damn, he had the prettiest eyes!  Even
closed they reminded you of angels, or art, or poetry.  He opened his eyes,
and he smiled.
"Morning."
"Morning."
Josh rolled over so that his back and butt were toward me, and he pressed
back against me, my nakedness again becoming hard in spite of itself.  Josh
nuzzled in close, pressing his buttcrack up against my tense manhood.
"Take me," he whispered, "I want to feel you."
I slid in with slight effort and Josh was pushing back against my every
stroke.  I kissed the back of his hair, and buried my face into it.
"Josh..."
"Ssshhh...." he said, and he gently clenched his butt muscles over and over,
almost extracting my balls through my penis.  I came hard, with an intensity
that I would have not thought possible given the previous night's encounter.
I shuddered, almost uncontrollably.
"I know," he said, "I know...."
"Damn, Josh....."
"Ssshhh....." he said again.

He moved himself off me, and rolled me over onto my back, lifting my legs up.
 He moved his wonderful boyhood to my anus and slid his precum around a bit,
then pressed inward.  I gasped a bit, and he positioned himself just right.

With each thrust, he massaged my innermost sensual spot with his hardness,
purposefully rolling it across just right so that my eyes about rolled back
in my head with every push.

His penis began to stiffen even more, and as he did, I impossibly came closer
to yet another crashing orgasm.  He began to groan, driving hard and faster,
tensing more.  Josh could almost not stand the pleasure either, for as he
pushed and touched my spot, I tensed my butt muscles each and every time, it
was a crescendo of pleasure, building to two cymbals causing each other to
ring and cry out.  We came at the same time.  Josh collapsed onto my body as
his boyhood spurted its cum, and my manhood decorated both of our chests.

"My God, Josh..."
"Ssshhh, it's ok," he said.
He paused.
"I wanted to show you how you've made me feel all these years, all those
times, both physically and mentally.  And to let you know that even though I
may not always be around, I will always love you and think of you."

I looked into his eyes, and knew that he needed no reply, no return
statement, no similar admiration.  He already knew, and had always known.

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Written by Jediplight@aol.com.  Hope you like the story, the series.  Bye for
now.