Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2003 14:23:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike Bowers <franticmike@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ride Home part 2

This story includes gay sexual relationships between adults and
teenagers. If this is illegal in your state, or you are underage, or you
don't like the idea behind this, stop reading now.

I awoke in the morning to my favorite sensation. Knowing there was a
beautiful, naked, young man snuggled next to me. I turned my head and
looked at him. Brad was laying to my left and had an arm wrapped around
me. His hot body was intoxicating. It occurred to me that he mentioned
he never received a blowjob from his one-time friend. I decided to give
him one.

I gently pushed him onto his back and removed the blankets. I took in
his manhood: he was bigger than me, probably 8 inches. He was sporting
morning wood, so I did not need to arouse him further. I engulfed his
dick and began to suck. I noticed his breathing become more erratic as I
continued. I was unable to deep throat him, like he did me, but I did
give it the old college try. I gagged a bit and decided to back off.

Instead I focused on my technique. I would fondle his balls while I
sucked then alternate with licking his balls and jacking him. My quick
tongue made him quiver when I worked on his head. I felt his hands on
the back of his head as he said, "This is the best way a guy can wake up,
don't stop this is great."

Reinforced with his compliments, I continued to suck away. His hips
began to thrust. My right hand snaked its way under his rear and I
probed his opening. I slowly inserted a finger while I continued to work
on him. His moans were music to my ears. I increased my pace. My head
bobbed faster up and down on his cock. As his hips bucked violently, his
hands pushed my head deeper into his member. I gagged a bit, but Brad
did not seem to notice my troubles. His hot semen hit the back of my
throat like a torrid ocean wave. I swallowed as much as I could. I knew
some dribbled out of my mouth.

"That was fucking great Mike, I never had an experience like that. Come
up here and give me a kiss." With that, he hauled me up his body and
engulfed my mouth. Our tongues batted one another like boxing
combatants. He disengaged from my mouth long enough to lick my face
clean of his seed, then went back to sucking my tongue out of my mouth.

I said, "We need to get going, so let's hit the shower and continue on
South." Reluctantly, he let me go. I stood up and said, "Well, we can
share the hot water at least." Brad perked up at that idea and hopped
out of bed, making a nude dash for the bathroom. I smiled at the sight
of his nicely toned ass rushing away from me. We both got into the tub
and as the water warmed up, we lathered each other with the soap the
hotel provided.

His sure hands gave my pubic region extra attention. Soon Brad was
kneeling on the porcelain and was rubbing my now swelling penis. He
immediately began to deep throat me. I decided the least I could do was
to wash his hair. I lathered up my hands with shampoo and massaged his
scalp as best I could. I was enjoying the sensation immensely. His left
hand began to probe my anus. He inserted 2 fingers this time. As they
delved deeper into my rectum, they encountered my prostate. My breathing
came faster. As the water cascaded on me, he suddenly pulled out. He
asked, "Mike, can you please take my cherry, I would really like you to
fuck me."

How could I say no to that? I said, "If you are 100% certain, sure I
would be honored to." He stood up, faced the shower head and braced
himself against the wall. I said, "This will hurt for a while, I will
try to take it slow and gentle." He grunted an accent. I lathered my
dick up with some soap and guided it towards his asshole. My hands
spread his cheeks and I pushed into him. He grunted and a cry escaped
his mouth as the head of my dick penetrated him. "I am sorry Brad, but
the pain should be over shortly."

He said shakily, "I am okay, keep going, it just feels a bit odd." I
thrust deeper into him. I never encountered a hole this tight before. I
pushed all the way in and did not move any for a few seconds. When his
breathing normalized, I pulled my dick out slowly and thrust again. This
time, it was smoother and he did not cry out. On the third full thrust,
he obviously made the transition from pain to pleasure. "MMMM, this
feels so good." One of his supporting hands went down to his dick and he
began to jack it. I continued my assault on his rear.

Gradually, my pace increased. I told him I was going to shoot soon. He
said to go ahead and put it in his ass. I needed no further
encouragement. I began to thrust more powerfully and his jacking was a
flurry of movement. As he shot, his asshole convulsed uncontrollably.
This spurred me to pump my seed deep within him. We stayed connected for
a few seconds, savoring the moment. I eventually pulled out and he began
to wash his body anew. By the time we left the shower, we were both
pretty prune skinned.

We donned clothes, I had a fresh set, and he put on his now dry clothes
he wore yesterday. I checked out of the hotel and we were back on the
road again. We small talked for a while but the conversation grew
serious when I entered the beltway around DC. "Brad, I am almost home,
what do you want to do now?"

"I don't know, I haven't given it much thought. I have no money and no
friends. I don't have any place in mind in where to try to start out."
Brad's eyes began to get misted over and I knew he was on the verge of
tears. I decided to solve the problem for him.

"Well, you can stay with me for a while at least, until you work things
out and figure out what you want to do." His eyes got very wide and a
smile blossomed on his face. He began to thank me profusely and I said,
"Well, we will have to work some things out, but I am glad to have you."

We finally reached my exit in old town Alexandria. I pulled up to my
apartment complex and led him inside my place. It was a nice bachelor
pad. It had a single bedroom, a multifunction room, which was my living
room and dining room. I also had a small bedroom which became my
office. There was a kitchen with a washer and dryer in the corner.
Finally, there was the bathroom. Brad said, "Wow, this place is great."

I replied, "It is not wonderful, but it will do. I need to mention that
I am now working from home, so sometimes I can not be disturbed." I
continued on with, "I also need to contact your folks, I know you left on
bad terms but I do need to tell them where you are." He understood the
request and told me their phone number. The conversation was doomed from
the start. "Hello sir, are you Brad's father?"

"I have no son named Brad. I do not appreciate you calling me. Now
leave me alone."

"Nonsense sir, Brad is standing right next to me. I just wish to relay
the fact that he is doing okay and is now in the DC area." I looked at
Brad and could see him struggling to keep tears from his face.

"I refuse to acknowledge the information regarding somebody named Brad.
As I told you before, I have no son by that name."

"Very well sir, I am sorry to have troubled you. I only ask for one
thing, I wish to get him situated down here, with school and eventually
employment. If you truly not want to have anything to do with your son,
you WILL relay to the school that he is now living down in DC with
friends of the family." Not waiting for a reply, I hung up the phone and
Brad rushed to me, hugging me tightly. I felt his tears running down my
neck. I embraced him and shushed him as a mother does a frightened
child.

"I hate him, I fucking hate him, I want to kill him," he cried out. He
lightly began to punch me in the back, I just endured it, knowing that he
was going through a terrible moment. After a while, he quieted down and
whimpered.

My stomach rumbled, and Brad laughed shakily. "Well, I guess we need to
go out for some food," I said. He ran his sleeve past his nose. "Man,
haven't you ever heard of tissues," I joked. "Well, let's get dressed up
so I can take you to a nice restaurant for your first meal here." I took
him into my bedroom. It hosted a closet, my queen sized bed, a dresser,
and my exercise equipment. We rummaged through my closet and I found a
pair of dress slacks that he fit in, a nice blue dress shirt, and an old
blazer I could not fit in anymore. He picked out his tie, some eclectic
color pattern, I guess it is Spring, so colors are in.

I picked out my ensemble, it was a bit more conservative. It consisted
of a pair of slate grey slacks, a light grey shirt, a black and white
tie, and a charcoal sport coat. As we changed, I got to look over his
hot body again. It was just a truly intoxicating sight. "You are such a
beautiful young man, you know that Brad?"

"You are not so bad yourself. I actually like the roundness to your gut,
makes you look more human and less like an old Greek statue." He ran his
fingers down my chest and rubbed my belly. I could not help it and
laughed at his touch. "Oh, ticklish are yah? Come over here." With
that, he attacked me with his nimble fingers. I began to cry from
laughing so hard.

"Stop, stop, stop! Let me recover for a bit, man you are a tickling
pro." I sat on my bed panting. "We need to get changed before my
stomach growls again, I need food NOW." He laughed, and we finished
changing. We left the apartment and I headed to my favorite steak
place. "Welcome to Smith & Wollensky," I said. "Sky's the limit, just
don't go over $100 please."

When the waiter gave him the menu, his jaw dropped. I told him to just
order a steak and I would cover the rest. He ordered the filet, while I
ordered the prime rib. I also got 1 order of fries and 1 order of corn.
I ordered a bottle of red wine for us, and the waiter did not even think
to card Brad. Maybe in this light he looks older than he is, I did not
question. Brad looked at me and whispered, "I never had wine before,
other than at church." I tell him not to worry and only drink a glass or
2.

The waiter comes back with the wine, he gives me a sample to taste and I
approve the selection. He pours our drinks and walks away. I made a
toast, "To your new life which begins today." We touch glasses and he
takes a sip.

His face turns to a grimace, "I thought red wines were supposed to be
sweet. This tastes like it dried out my mouth. I can shove cotton in my
mouth for much cheaper." I laugh at his comment and down my glass.

"Tomorrow, I plan to stake out a school for you to attend. We will look
at the different options and choose, but I want you to start classes on
Tuesday. We also need to get you some clothes and supplies." I pour
myself another glass and begin to sip it.

"I can't tell you thank you enough. I do plan to earn my keep...
somehow. I don't know how, but I will pay you back." He sipped at his
liquid dust as he called it. We waited for the steaks to arrive.

When they were sent to our table, Brad's eyes widened at the sight. The
steaks were absolutely massive, and I don't think he had ever seen a
steak that large before. The communal fries and corn was laid out before
us. I dug in to the piece of red meat, and helped myself to a scoop of
corn and some fries. When we finished the meal, I noticed well over half
the carafe was gone and I know Brad had more than 2 glasses.

He was not at the slurring stage yet, but I knew he would be soon. I
paid the bill and we left the restaurant. During the drive home, I could
tell he was feeling fine. When we got to the apartment, I had to help
him out of the car and guide him into the place and to the bed. He
smiled sloppily at me as I removed his shoes, jacket and tie. He slowly
undid the buttons to his shirt, took it off, and then removed his pants.
With that final effort he was out like a light.

I turned out the bedroom lamp and headed to my office to get some work
done. After about 8 hours, well after midnight, I slid into the bed next
to him. He was snoring lightly and I kissed him on his cheek. "This
will be some interesting set of months to come." I quietly said. His
soft sigh was enough affirmation for me. I drifted off to sleep.

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Part 2 of a second attempt (1st being a failure) of a story. Please send
comments/suggestions/minor flames to franticmike@yahoo.com

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