Date: Wed, 02 May 2007 02:08:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: phil Smith <high5fiveme@lycos.com>
Subject: Look But Don't Touch 12

Author's note: Please read: Now that I got you reading the
disclaimers, I am not going to call them that. If this is
your first time to read this fictional story, you shouldn't
be if you are under legal age which is 18 most places and
you shouldn't be because you are getting in the middle of
the story and wont have a clue what is happening here and
you shouldn't be because this part is too racy for you
anyway and is not good for your heart if you are too old to
read this.  Hell, I am too old to write it. I have had to
start taking vitamins to lower my blood pressure and I am
not kidding. Oh yeah, these are common names in this story
but belong only to my fictional characters. If you know
someone with these names it is not my fictional characters
because the person you know is not fictional or else you
need some help. Call Dr. Phil on television. Oh yeah, he is
not fictional nor am I Dr. Phil even though I am fictional
in certain respects and I do talk to myself sometimes.
Hmmmm...maybe I should call Dr. Phil.


 Look but Don't Touch...number 12


New class being offered at UNLV: How to get rid of a hard-on
101: Professor: Mike Murphy.  One class only! One lesson
only:

Have a Nevada Highway Patrol drive up behind you as you have
just sucked off an underage boy who had cum on his shirt for
evidence and was in the process of getting ready to suck
you.

I wasn't too nervous, nah, as the officer pulled up and
stopped behind us. I knew we had time to straighten up as he
"ran" my plates. I was surprised because Jake was as cool as
a cucumber stuffing his cum stained shirt deep underneath
the front seat. My pants were only barely undone so getting
them zipped back up could be done with no one knowing. Jake
obviously had not taken my class though as he was still hard
as a rock and those fucking cargos hid very little to the
observant.

I said nothing to Jake but tried to think of one of my
feeble excuses as to what we were doing as I watched the cop
come up to the truck looking in the back bed and probably
looking in the back seat to see if Nic was back there
fucking Sean!

"Where are you headed?" The polite officer demanded.

"We are headed to Red Mountain to go hiking. Is there
anything wrong," I said stupidly.

"That's my question to you." He snapped back.

"No, no I just pulled over to check my left rear tire." This
was a slight fib.

"It looks fine to me," the officer said as he came closer
and stood up on my runner to get a good look inside the
truck. He looked over at Jake with his shirt off and who was
sporting a raging hard-on which you could ignore if you were
not speculating as to what that bulge might be. I tried to
block the officer's view a little, but the officer seemed to
want to look closer. I watched as his eyes gazed at my
beautiful boyfriend's shirtless body, and as he looked from
his chest straight down at his cock.

"Is this your son?" The cop asked.

"No." I reluctantly responded. But rule number one is never,
ever, ever lie to the police when they ask specific
questions, as they know you are lying. But I didn't have to
volunteer anymore of an answer than just "No!" He could ask
the next question and I anticipated it:

"So this is just some boy you have picked up and are sucking
off here on the side of the rode." I imagined him asking.

"It's a beautiful day. Isn't it?" The officer stated,
instead. "I am off soon and may head up there myself." He
now seemed to be talking to Jake. "There is a great private
trail up there that few people know about. It's on the right
after you go past that first big rock that looks like a
table. You have to climb up a little to get to it."

Jake tuned in now "Oh yeah, I know about that. I haven't
taken that for a while, we will take it. Thanks."

The officer seemed to light up now that Jake was talking to
him. "How old are you?" He asked.

"Sixteen." Jake responded. He could have said 18 but Jake
must have read rule number one. Eighteen is the legal age
for male-to-male sex in Nevada; girls get two years younger
for some strange reason. Shouldn't it be the other way so I
didn't have to be led away from here in handcuffs?

"I have a kid your age. We go up there all the time. It's a
lot of fun." The officer responded. "Ok, you guys go on
cause I don't think you have a problem with that tire."

Jake said, "Well, you have a nice day. Maybe we will see you
up there." There was no comment from me as I was confused as
usual.

The officer got down off the truck and tipped his hat to me.
I started the truck and said "Thanks." And boy did I mean
it.

"Oh yeah" the officer decided to add, "You know, 'What
happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!'  Well, sir, that usually
means in a hotel room!"

My god, I had been royally "nailed." He knew exactly what
was going on and was letting me go. I said, "I think I get
that now."  I pulled slowly out as not to cause any dust
thrown up on the nicest cop in the world.

It was no sooner than when we got back on the pavement that
Jake began laughing excitedly and said, "Did you get that?"

"Yeah I got that loud and clear. No more car fucks for us!"
I said, thinking still how lucky we were.

"No, I mean what he said about having a kid my age." Jake
went on to explain. "That guy was younger than you and
wasn't wearing a ring, he has a teenage boyfriend."

Duh....double duh....triple duh....I was not nearly as
observant as Jake, but I also don't pick up men in malls.
Jake was probably 100% right.

"Damn, you are right. Do you think he is gonna come up to
the trail?"

"Nah. I think he was just being kind and giving us
information." Jake assured me. Then he thought a second and
said. "Hmmm, well maybe he was hot for me and is gonna come
up there." I looked over at Jake to check out his
seriousness. "You know, that cop was really cute. I wonder
if he goes into Zumiez." With this last comment Jake gave me
a winking sort of stare.

"Yeah, real funny. You would leave me for a younger cop!" I
laughed knowing the whole thing was a joke.

I was still shaking a little and wanted to get off this
subject. My dick was deader than a doornail as fight or
flight fear does not allow for sexual thoughts, so I asked
Jake, "Do you want to continue the Richard story. It will
calm me down."

"Sure." Jake said and he eagerly began to tell about his
relationship. "Richard and I have known each other since I
was ten. I met him at that skate park. I liked him right
away and started skating around him and flirting with him.
He was nice to me but seemed a little afraid to hang around
me probably because I was so young and someone might see
him. He was alone that day, and I was so persistent. I think
Nic gets that from me." Jake laughed. "I fell a couple of
times trying to do things I couldn't do so I think he
started to feel sorry for me, and he began talking to me and
telling me what I should be doing. God, I was so in love
with him."

Jake turned towards me and put his hand on my shoulder as he
said, "Mike, I have never told anyone this, but when Nic was
born," Jake said tearing up, "even my step mom seemed to
stop caring about me. My father had been done with me since
the car accident." Jake seemed when he thought of his father
to lose his tears. He went on, "I think he thinks I should
have died in the accident, too, so he could wipe out all the
memories of my real mom."

Jake's explanation was fascinating me as I felt I was
getting to know him completely here, and he was sharing
secret thoughts. I had totally calmed down and was so
enthralled with this story.

He went on "Well, I just kept on going after Richard. Fuck,
I needed him, Mike." With this he did break out in tears and
dropped his hand from my shoulder.

"Hey, man," I said as I reached over and touched him on his
shoulder and tried to pull him next to me. Jake then moved
closer and lay down on the front seat curling up in a fetal
position. He pushed himself up with his feet against the
door and positioned his head in my lap and just cried. Fuck,
I didn't know if I could handle this, as I now knew, Jake
needed me, too, so I just put my arm on him and held him as
best I could saying absolutely nothing. But as I have said,
I can cry at the drop of a hat so I started joining him with
full tears flowing.

I don't know how long we cried but the bonding at this point
was immense and intense. Suddenly, though, after we both
seemed to have expended our tears as we had done a few times
with other body fluids, Jake sat up, wiped his tears away
and said, "Now the story gets really good!"

He went on as if we had had no tearful interlude. "I kept
flirting with Richard and rubbing up against him while he
was showing me things. Finally we sat down on the bench, and
I sat right up against him with my leg touching his leg. We
started talking, and I kept nudging up against him and,
Mike, he got a fucking hard-on." Jake gleamed at this
statement as if he had conquered the world back then.

"Richard then said to me, `I gotta go pee,' and he stood up
and headed to the bathroom with me right behind him. I
followed him into the bathroom and into the stall. He took
out his cock in front of me, which had gone down enough for
him to take a piss, and he started to pee in the toilet. I
stared at his cock and got so hard. I had already been
rubbing my dick when sitting near him so this time, I just
dropped my shorts and grabbed my dick and started jacking
off in front of him. Richard looked at me in shock. Then he
just shut and locked the swinging door. He said, `you are
one fucking hot kid, Jake. Any chance you would like to suck
mine?'  And as he was adding 'But don't do it if you don't
want to.' I had grabbed his dick. Since he was much taller,
I only leaned over a bit and put it in my mouth. The last
bits of piss went into my mouth as he got his got hard
again. He tasted so salty and good that I didn't mind any
thought of what I was tasting."

Jakes dick was hard again and guess what? So was mine.

"I had seen and sucked cut cocks before but nothing this
big, it was so easy to put my tongue and lips on his and
begin to go up and down. I had seen pornos on television in
France, and I knew what I was getting into with an older
guy. Once his cock was in my mouth, I just felt as if I had
to pleasure him. I held his cock with my left hand and put
my right hand on the head of my dick and rubbed it."

Jakes description of this event made me realize what Raymond
is going through thinking sexually about guys. Anyone
starting this young with this much intention must have a
huge gay streak in them. Jake went on much to my dismay
because I had to drive and would rather have been jacking
off.

"Richard fell backwards on the side of the bathroom stall
and closed his eyes. He was probably thinking about some
girl as I know Richard today and what he thinks, but I kept
going up and down with my mouth and lips sucking his cock
and I could tell he was loving it. It took some time, but I
was determined to get that cum that I had seen so much of in
the pornos. Richard finally came a huge load into my mouth.
The first shots hit the back of my throat but the more he
came the more my mouth filled until some was dripping out
onto my cheeks."

Jake turned and looked directly at me to make a point, "You
know, Mike, Richard never said `I'm cumming' or anything,
but when he grabbed my head and ran his hands through my
hair just before cumming, I knew he wanted me to take it,
and I didn't care because I thought I was in love."

There was a sense of pride, also, in Jake's voice. I could
detect that this boy has known what he wanted for years and
was willing to give full pleasure a guy to get what he
wanted.

God, I wanted to pull over to the side of the road and get
the slightly older Jake to do this to me, but I decided one
officer today was enough for me.  Jake continued explaining
his wonderful relationship:

"Richard's cum in my mouth was the thing that hooked me on
older guys I think. It tasted so good. This is why I let Nic
have my friend Sean whom I have sucked and let fuck me."
Jake had just revealed another part of this story I needed
to know.

Jake went on, "I had done some kids my age back then before
seeing Richard and one or two slightly older kids but to
have a guy who could cum sperm was something special. The
thought of an older guy liking me was my real turn on. So
you know what I did?" Jake said looking at me.

"Uhhh.uhhh..Well, no not exactly. What did you do?" I
responded with my mind thinking all sorts of things that
could "cum" next.

"Well," Jake laughed. "I swallowed. I swallowed every bit of
Richard's sperm. I made sure Richard watched me do it, too."

Jake looked over with a little worried look on his face.
"Hey are you ok, is this bothering you."

"Oh god, no, it really is explaining a lot of things to me
like what my son is going through. You know he has tasted
the cum of Billy's older brother, and last night." I stopped
and I gulped and almost didn't tell him but had to tell
Jake, since he was pouring out his past, "Well, last night
he tasted my sperm."

"Yeah, I know he told me and I just put...."roflmao".....in
the instant message because I said 'Right, I love it too.'"

Is anything sacred anymore in this group? Well, I guess not.
And I guess that is perfectly fine with me at this point.

"God, Jake. I love you to death." I decided to poor my heart
out a little and fought back any left over tears. "I want
you to know I want to be that older dude you have wanted."

Jake responded, "Well, dude, as the cop said 'What happens
in Vegas stays in Vegas as long as it is in a hotel.' So we
just have to see what happens next weekend with everyone
together."

"Hey, are we almost there?" Jake said with a high-pitched
voice. I guess imitating Nic.

"Yeppers!" I said with my best messenger talk, and I pulled
into the Red Rocks parking lot.