Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2012 07:09:42 -0500
From: Dave D <anyguy@live.com>
Subject: Roddy chapter 1

       LOOK, you've seen this before. Don't read this if you're not of age,
OK? This story is copyright Dave D at anyguy@live.com. It's an adult/youth
story written from the youth's perspective. It should grow into a series.
Roddy (not his real name) is a real guy and much of the early part of the
story is loosely biographical. It turns quickly to pure fiction. If the
series continues it will be all fiction. Email me if you have comments or
if you're a young guy and want to collaborate on your own story, or even
your own fantasies! All email comments will be acknowledged. Thanks for
reading!  Dave


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       Lord knows he tried hard, but despite his best intentions, sometimes
he just screwed up, and when he did, he knew there would be consequences.
Living in a large city presented Roddy with numerous distractions; and all
too often he proved to be easily distracted.

       In every way he was a typical 14-year-old boy: bright, lithe, and
athletic. He loved his parents and they loved him. And it wasn't that his
father was a hard-ass disciplinarian, but he did expect a certain
performance level from his only child, and when it came to toeing the line,
he had shown for years that he believed in holding his son's feet to the
fire.

       It was late spring, and Roddy didn't have many weeks left in 8th
grade.  Unfortunately there were a few things other than studying that had
begun to compete for his attention.

       It was nearly noon on a Saturday and he was in his room reading. He
had yet to make it out of bed, other than a quick trip to the bathroom. He
loved reading science fiction and had recently discovered Andre Norton, a
prolific science fiction writer whose far-flung adventure novels offered
plenty to hold a boy's attention.

       A firm knock on the door suddenly called Roddy back from a perilous
conflict in a distant star system.

       "Come in."

       "Good morning son."

       Recognizing right away the serious expression on his father's face,
Roddy responded somewhat hesitantly "Uh, good morning Dad."

       With a firm tone, his father asked "Son, how did your test go
yesterday?"

       Blanching and setting his book aside, Roddy responded rather weakly
"Umm, I'm not really sure..." and his brain immediately thought "Oh fuck!"
and then he caught himself "Why do I even think that word? My last spanking
came after Mom overheard me use it on the phone -- damn!"

       "Roddy, I need to hear it from you. Did it go well?" his father
pressed.

       And then it hit him right in the stomach, and there was no point in
lying about it "No sir, it didn't."

       "And what about all your studying last week?"

       "I should have done better" he offered weakly.

       "You know I'm not happy about this Roddy.  We'll talk later."  And
he left without another word.

       Those hateful words, "We'll talk later."  As far back as he could
remember those words had meant an appointment for a conversation and then a
spanking. He knew from so many previous experiences that there would be
more than "talk" involved, and his ass began tingling in anticipation of
what probably lay ahead. "Damn," he thought, "why am I starting to get a
boner thinking about it?"

       Saturday passed without further serious interaction with his
Dad. Throughout the day Roddy kept thinking about what certainly lay in
store for him. The day passed into night, and he fell into bed with his
book, but found it difficult to concentrate. He knew that he would be
confronted by his Dad, and would eventually divulge the full extent of his
transgression, which he knew to be pretty serious.

       All day Sunday no matter how Roddy tried to redirect his thoughts,
they inevitably returned to the possibility of another session in his Dad's
study. It finally happened about 3:00 in the afternoon. He was instructed
to go to the study where he spent about ten minutes awaiting his father's
arrival. How many times had this played out in identical fashion? Alone
with his thoughts for ten minutes or so, pacing, too nervous to sit,
shifting his weight from foot to foot, remembering so many other times just
like this one, waiting for the inevitable. His ass knew exactly what was
coming. Finally the door opened and his father entered, firmly closing the
door behind him. He brought along the dreaded ping pong paddle, which he
placed prominently on the desktop.

       Sitting in his desk chair he addressed his son directly, not in an
angry fashion, but with very serious tones and a face that clearly
communicated the apparent gravity of the situation.

       "Roddy, regarding homework and study time, what was our agreement?"

       Heart pounding and voice quavering, Roddy responded "I promised to
study every night last week."

       "And is that what you did?"

       His right hand rubbing the back of his head and his eyes diverted
downward, he replied "No sir."

       "How many times have we had this conversation?"

       Looking up "I know Dad, many times. I'm really sorry."

       "Didn't I ask you every day last week if you were studying for your
test?"

       "Yes, you did."

       "And didn't you assure me every day that you were?"

       With a dry mouth Roddy managed to croak out "Yes I did."

       Pressing firmly for the truth, his Dad asked "So what were you doing
instead of studying?"

       Knowing that another lie would only make matters worse, Roddy
confessed "I was playing an on-line video game. Dad, I am really sorry."

       "Roddy I know you are, but what have we agreed to in the past
regarding consequences?"

       "That actions have consequences."

       "Of course; and what do you have to say about this? Not only did you
fail to fulfill a promise to me, but you also repeatedly lied about it."

       "I know I've let you down." By now his heart was really pounding,
his palms were sweating and his throat was dry.  His body was really
anticipating what he now knew to be just minutes away.

       "And what consequences do you expect in this case?" his father
asked, although they both knew the answer.

       "I know, I know Dad, the paddle, but Dad...."

       "Roddy, haven't we discussed many times the need to respect and obey
your parents?"

       "Yes Dad."

       "And haven't you agreed that when you fail to do that you deserve a
spanking?"

       "Yes Dad."

       "Consequences need to be swift and appropriate, and then we need to
move on, hopefully with a lesson learned. Come here!"

       Stepping up to his Dad and surrendering to his punishment, Roddy
offered quite sincerely "You're right Dad, I know."

       Reaching for his son's belt, his Dad responded "Good, then let's get
on with it. I'm going to give you six with the ping pong paddle, Roddy,
followed by a hand spanking."

       And so it played out once again, just like it had so many times in
the past. Roddy stood passively and watched his dad unbuckle his belt, undo
the button of his jeans, unzip his fly, and quickly pull his pants and
underwear to his ankles. It was humiliating. And once again, despite the
ass tanning he knew he was going to receive (or maybe because of it), his
brain seemed to be quite confused by his body's response. Perhaps it was
the involuntary disrobing, or maybe the act of standing naked in front of
his father with his groin right in his father's face, but his heart was
pounding, and his dick was once again hard, really hard. This had happened
frequently during these paddling events.

       They nearly always followed the same pattern. After admitting his
fault and agreeing with his Dad that he deserved everything he was going to
receive, the punishment followed directly. It would start with losing his
pants and underwear, followed by half a dozen swift whacks with the paddle,
and then a few minutes of bare hand spanking, usually with a lighter touch,
but always with meaning.

       A firm nudge on his back communicated to Roddy that it was time to
lean over the desk and receive his punishment. In his younger years the
paddling was fairly frequent, perhaps once a month or so, and for a variety
of reasons stretching from poor performance in school to disrespect of an
elder. In those years Roddy received his licks bent over his father's lap,
often with his hard dick rubbing against his father's thigh. But today it
was the desk, and so he reached across the desk and grabbed the far edge
with both hands. And then, with his bare ass elevated and exposed, it
began.

       Whack!

       Whack!

       Whack!

       No matter how strong his resolve to take the whacks without a
murmur, by the third hard whack with the paddle Roddy was whimpering. After
three more his father was finished with the paddle. It hurt like
hell. Roddy's palms were sweating and his knuckles were white as he clung
to the desk for support. His father asked him once again to confirm that he
had done wrong and that he deserved what he was getting, and tearfully
Roddy agreed.

       The hand spanking was prolonged. It seemed like 15 minutes but it
was probably five, with open hand slaps delivered firmly but more gently
than the paddle. Suddenly Roddy was crying profusely and through his sobs
assuring his father that he would do better in the future. The spanking was
followed by 15 minutes in the corner to ponder what had just occurred,
during which time his pants remained around his ankles and his dick once
again got very hard.  And then it was over, with his dad hugging him and
assuring him of his love, and Roddy tearfully responding that it wouldn't
happen again.

       Released, he ran up to his room and pulled down his pants so that he
could inspect his reddened ass cheeks in the mirror. His dick boned up just
thinking about it. There was some correlation there, some chemical process
in his brain that gave him a perverse sexual excitement associated with a
spanking, but he was very confused about it.

       He stood in front of the mirror admiring both his reddened ass and
his rock-hard boner. His five-inch uncut cock was as hard as it possibly
could be. It stood nearly straight up at a close angle to his body. It
bobbed and pulsed with every beat of his rapidly-pounding heart. Watching
himself in the mirror, he momentarily marveled at the beauty of his
cock. The tip was red and very shiny. It was so hard every vein was
revealed in high relief. He had ample foreskin and loved to watch it gently
slide up and down over his cockhead as he slowly jacked himself. Then,
firmly grasping this favorite part of his body, Roddy did what any boy
would do on such an occasion: he jacked his cock really hard. And it wasn't
long before it erupted in a deeply-satisfying orgasm, hips bucking, breath
coming in short gasps, right hand pounding at lightning speed, his first
jet of cum landing high up on the mirror, followed by three more good
spurts and a few dribbling "aftershocks." After a few minutes his dick
softened and his heartbeat returned to normal. Then he set about cleaning
up the mess.

       The spanking was just one of those things. Life went on unchanged
for Roddy. In a few weeks he finished 8th grade. The summer between 8th and
9th grade came and went without another spanking. He entered 9th grade
somewhat cautiously yet enthusiastically. He was in high school and he was
determined to make the best of it.

       Among his other interests he loved to run, so he joined the track
team. He was good in a few events, but he really loved the thrill of a
relay. However, as much as he enjoyed the running, one of the real perks
was hanging around the locker room after practice and enjoying the naked
male bodies in and around the shower.

       Roddy had been interested in naked guys for years. He had begun
hosting his friends at his house for sleepovers from around the age of ten
and often enticed them to show off their cocks. He organized strip poker at
parties, and generally spent a lot of time thinking about naked guys. At 13
he had jacked off an older guy at school, and right after turning 14 he had
sucked off a 17-year-old cousin who was in town for a family wedding. Naked
male bodies had a special place in his brain. He even began to have
thoughts about his father, apparently growing out of the unintentional
sexual connotation of his spanking episodes.

       Not far into the track season, while attempting a long jump, Roddy
developed a slight strain in his right groin muscle. He went to the coach
who determined that it wasn't a bad sprain, but that he really needed to
take it easy for a week or so and work with someone one-on-one in order to
gently strengthen the muscle without further damage.

       Concerned and disappointed, Roddy replied "Coach, I really don't
have anyone I can work with, I just don't know what to do."

       "Well, I have a thought. Do you know my son Colin?"

       "Nope."

       "Well, he's finished two years at a junior college and is taking a
year off before earning his degree from a university. He's back living at
home and looking for a job, meanwhile he's offered to help me with track
this season. He was a good hurdler in high school, and he hopes to pursue a
career in physical therapy after college. He would be an excellent partner
for you."

       Enthusiastically, Roddy responded "Coach that sounds great. When can
we start?"

       "How about you do nothing more at practice today or over the weekend
and rest that muscle. Then we can get Colin here on Monday."

       "Sure thing!"

       And so the following Monday Roddy met Colin. At first glance Roddy
thought, "OMG, he's just plain gorgeous." Colin was 21 years old, 5' 10",
155 pounds, brown hair, aqua blue eyes, and extremely fit.

       The coach introduced them and then went about his business. The two
young men immediately began working on Roddy's sprain. Colin explained that
there were a few steps to full recovery. Since it was a mild sprain they
would begin with a heat pack right on the affected muscle to loosen it,
followed by gentle stretching exercises, and then packing it with ice to
reduce swelling. Colin assured Roddy that he would work directly with him
and carefully bring him back to 100%, hopefully in a week or so.

       Despite their age differences the two guys hit it off right
away. Roddy immediately began to think of Colin more as the older brother
he never had. Colin was attentive, gentle, and demonstrated a sincere
interest in the welfare of his younger charge.

       For the first couple of days their routine was one of hot packing
Roddy's groin for about ten minutes, followed by a series of stretching
exercises, and then a cold pack directly on the muscle. This could all be
achieved without Roddy removing his underwear. Nevertheless, Roddy's brain
was definitely on alert every time Colin's hands approached his cock and
balls, but somehow he managed to avoid popping an embarrassing boner.

       After two days of this treatment they began to add some running, and
by the fourth day Roddy seemed to be almost back in shape.  The next day
the two guys went for a long, hard run, and ended up in the locker room
showering together. While working so closely with each other over the
course of the previous week, the two young men had developed quite a
bond. They clearly enjoyed each other's company. Showering together was the
first time Roddy got to see Colin's large, pendulous dick, and he was quite
taken by the view. Sensing a bit of a response in his groin, and hoping to
avoid an embarrassment, Roddy quickly left the shower and headed to his
locker.

       While he was standing in front of his locker toweling off, one foot
up on the bench, Colin walked by and impulsively gave Roddy's exposed bare
ass cheeks a hard, friendly barehanded slap. The response by Roddy's brain
was immediate and unexpected. Within seconds his dick was hard and
pulsing. The friendly slap proved to be highly erotic to the 14 year-old,
whose instant boner was a completely unbidden and unexpected
development. It was also a presentation that did not go unnoticed by Colin,
who joked "sporting a little wood there my man?"

       Clearly embarrassed, Roddy tried to cover it with his towel and
replied "Yeah, well, sorry, I guess I don't have much control over that."

       "Most guys don't, but damn, is that from one slap on the ass?" asked
Colin.

       Uncomfortable at the thought, Roddy courageously offered "Well,
there's more to the story than that." He suddenly realized that he never
would have said anything like that a week ago, which was in a way a measure
of the trust he now felt for Colin, who responded "Really? God Roddy, is it
something we could talk about?"

       Quickly pulling on his underwear to cover his now even more erect
boyhood, Roddy responded "well, maybe, but not here."

       Colin offered "Look, it's Friday afternoon, we can go somewhere and
talk."

       "Well, I would have to clear it with my Mom first, she expects me
home right after practice.  Plus, where would we go?"

       "How about my house? My parents will be at a dinner party tonight
and I know they'll be out very late. I was planning on grabbing a pizza on
the way home. The fact is I would love the company."

       "Well...sure, OK, let me call my Mom." All the while Roddy was
thinking "OMG, an invitation to spend some quality time with Colin – no
way can I pass that up."

       Using Colin's cell phone, Roddy called his Mom who quickly granted
permission for him to accompany Colin, realizing that for the last week
Roddy's conversation had been filled with "Colin this..." and "Colin
that..." She made it clear, however, that he was to be home at a reasonable
hour.

       "No probs Mom...and thanks! See you later."

       Colin called ahead and ordered a pizza, which they picked up on the
way home. As they pulled into the driveway Roddy remarked "Wow Colin, nice
house."

       "Yeah, thanks bud. Wait till you see what we have in the basement."

       The guys headed in through the back door and Colin set the pizza on
the kitchen counter. He suggested that they eat first while the pizza was
hot, and then he would give Roddy a tour of the house. Colin grabbed some
Cokes out of the fridge, and it didn't take long for the pizza to be
demolished. He walked Roddy through the house leaving the basement till
last.

       The guys headed down the basement stairs, which were right off the
kitchen, and were delivered into a great family room/media room.

       Roddy was immediately impressed. "Wow Colin, this is really
incredible. That TV is huge! Is it an LCD? And how many DVDs are in that
rack?"

       Chuckling to himself at Roddy's excitement, Colin replied "Yeah, it
is, and my Dad loves movies, especially old ones. He's been collecting them
for quite a while. I guess he has about 800 DVDs, and they're all entered
into a database on this computer, so you can search the entire collection
in a matter of minutes."

       "Damn Colin, that's awesome!"

       "Well, like they say, you haven't seen anything yet..."

       Passing through a door at the rear of the family room, Colin
commented "This is our home exercise room. It's fully equipped, as you can
see."

       Roddy's eyes went wide as he took in everything in the room.  There
were half a dozen high-end exercise devices scattered around its
interior. One entire wall was mirrored, with a large Jacuzzi in one corner
and a small wooden booth in another corner.

       "Colin, this is really incredible!"

       Proudly Colin responded "Yeah, obviously my parents are into
fitness."

       "What's that room in the far corner?"

       "Oh, that's a sauna."

       Roddy's face lit up "Seriously? I've never been in one."

       "I guess we can correct that deficiency before the night is
over. So, do you want to try out some of the equipment?"

       Like a kid in a candy store Roddy replied "Oh hell yes!" and started
going from one machine to the next.

       "Hey, take it easy" Colin chided, "Let's do these one at a time and
I'll explain how each one is used to its best advantage."

       They worked their way through the various machines and Roddy settled
on the newest one. It was called a "Freemotion," a combination stair
climber and elliptical exerciser. He hopped on it and in no time he was
breathing hard and sweating like the proverbial pig. Both guys ended up
working up a sweat, so Colin suggested that they spend some time in the
sauna, which he had started up right after their arrival.

       He tossed Roddy a towel and showed him where to hang his
clothes. Soon both guys were naked but for a towel, and relaxing in the
moist, warm embrace of the sauna.  With nothing but the slight hissing of
water splashed on the hot rocks for background noise, it was a perfect time
and place to have a chat.

       "So Roddy, what's this thing you suggested we could talk about?"

       "Well, um, I'm really a bit embarrassed to talk about it."

       "Look Roddy, it's up to you," Colin assured him, "I'm not going to
be embarrassed to hear it, and if it's something you want to talk about,
well, I'm here for you, but no pressure bud."

       "Yeah, well, um...OK, it's this. Ever since I was little kid, if I
got in trouble with my parents, like if I was disrespectful, or did
something dangerous, or, well, you know, I would get spanked. And my Dad
has this whole, like, ritual for my spankings. I have to stand naked in
front of him and he wallops my bare ass. He gives me a few good hits with a
paddle and then a longer hand spanking."

       "Well, lots of kids get spanked." Colin offered, thinking of his own
spankings while growing up; although he did think it was a bit unusual for
a 14-year-old to continue to receive spankings, and especially bare-assed
in front of his father.

       "Yeah, I know, I hate it. And then there's the boner thing, like you
saw today. And later, after the spankings, I start thinking about other
things. And then I like, well, you know...jack off."

       "Look, when I was your age I think I spent half my life with a
boner. I remember one time I was talking to my sixth grade teacher,
Mrs. Anthony, while I had my hands in my pockets moving my hard dick
around. I remember her looking down at my crotch. She obviously knew
exactly what I was doing. I remember it because I got really
embarrassed. It seemed like my dick was always hard and always in need of
adjustment. It's called puberty and it hits guys pretty hard. Eventually I
figured out how to jack off, and that helped a lot. Plus, as I'm sure you
know, jacking off is really fun."

       Roddy thought for a moment and commented "Yeah, that sounds like me
all right. I definitely like the jacking off part."

       "OK, so when you get spanked you get a boner and then you start
thinking of things. What kinds of things?"

       Roddy let a few minutes pass before speaking again. Running his left
hand through his hair, he offered "Well, like..., sexual things... I'm
definitely embarrassed to have a boner in front of my Dad, but I don't know
what to do about it. Sometimes I even wish my Dad would make me like jack
off in front of him, but that's all in my head. It does get me really hot
thinking about it. And there's other stuff, too."

       "You know Roddy, I wouldn't worry about it. I got spanked quite a
few times when I was a kid, but I never thought much about it. There is one
thing I can assure you though, don't hesitate to come to me and talk any
time you want.  I think we're very similar."

       Relieved, Roddy responded "Thanks Colin, you're really a good
friend. So has your Dad ever seen you with a boner?"

       "Are you kidding me? When my Dad and I are here in the exercise room
it's clothing optional. We're often naked because of the sauna and the
Jacuzzi.  He's seen me semi-hard plenty of times, and I've seen him that
way too. It just happens so we accept it.

       The image of seeing his track coach's hard dick caused Roddy's brain
to wander and his own dick to tingle. He sat there for a few minutes just
imagining it.

       Sensing that Roddy was done talking, Colin offered "Hey, we've been
in here long enough. How would you like a massage? I can work on that groin
muscle too."

       Roddy's face lit up and his whole body responded enthusiastically
"Seriously, you know how to do that?"

       "You bet, didn't you see the table out there in front of the
mirror?"

       "Is that what that's for? Yeah, that would be awesome!"

       Exiting, both guys found the cooler air of the room to be a pleasant
contrast to the almost stifling heat of the sauna. Grabbing a vial of
massage oil, Colin instructed Roddy to hop up on the massage table and lie
face down.

       "So you've never had a massage my young friend? You're going to love
this. Just relax and enjoy."

       Colin began at Roddy's feet, expertly kneading the muscles in his
soles and toes. He moved up each leg, first the left and then the right,
giving particular attention to the muscle that had been sprained. Colin
could tell that his young companion was in great shape. His muscles were
firm and well defined. As he reached Roddy's thighs, Colin gently parted
Roddy's towel and exposed two beautifully-developed gluteus mounds. As he
poured a small amount of massage oil on top of each ass cheek, he watched
the heat of Roddy's body warm the oil, causing it to flow. Some of it
pooled in the small of Roddy's back, and the balance trickled down the
crack of his ass.  Suddenly Colin was struck by the highly sensual nature
of this event.

       As he massaged Roddy's firm ass cheeks he noticed how perfectly
sculpted this young man's entire body was, and how stimulating it was to be
in such intimate contact with his young, pale, nearly hairless skin. He
worked on the glutes, allowing his fingers to penetrate Roddy's crack, even
gently drawing a forefinger across his virgin sphincter. Suddenly Colin
realized that there might be something going on here that he didn't
consciously expect or heretofore acknowledge. And despite the tenderness of
the moment, with his hands on Roddy's ass cheeks he couldn't help but
ponder the possible effects of giving him a few hard whacks, just like the
one he had delivered in the locker room earlier in the day.

       He was finding this young male body to be eminently desirable,
clearly an unintended and highly erotic consequence of this massage. And
where did that come from? He had always had his pick of girls and was no
stranger to sex, so he was a bit mystified by this particular
response. Here he was with his hands all over the body of a young man
two-thirds his age, and his own cock was hard as a rock.

       As for Roddy, he had been attracted to Colin right from the very
moment they had first met. Here, on the massage table, his brain was
spinning from the highly sensual contact his body was receiving from
Colin's expert hands. As Colin's finger grazed his virgin hole his brain
went wild in response. No one had ever touched him there and he found the
event to be incredibly erotic.  His cock had gone hard from the first
moment Colin's hands touched his body. With Colin's finger in his ass crack
he spontaneously thrust his hips downward, grinding his wickedly hard boner
into the towel. He knew his dick was leaking precum like crazy and he could
already feel the wet spot it had produced on the towel.

       Colin continued massaging upward along Roddy's spine to his
shoulders. He carefully worked on his young friend's shoulders, arms, palms
and fingers. Roddy's entire body was so stimulated that he was afraid his
cock would spontaneously orgasm. This put him in somewhat of a quandary,
wondering how Colin would react to such an event. This was all so very new
to him.

       Colin finished working on Roddy's back and asked him to roll over.

       "Uh, Colin, can you put my towel back on?"

       With a soft chuckle Colin replied "Why, because you have a stiffie?"

       Weak from embarrassment Roddy replied "Yes."

       "Roddy, just roll over."

       So the 14-year-old summoned up his youthful courage and rolled
over. And in the process he saw that Colin's towel had fallen to the floor,
revealing his own highly stimulated cock, causing Roddy to remark "Fuck
Colin, that's a huge one you've got there!"

       First looking down at his own stiff cock, and then at his young
friend's face, Colin's impulsive response was unplanned and
unprecedented. He leaned over, placed his right hand behind Roddy's head,
elevating it slightly, and placed his lips firmly on Roddy's highly
sensuous mouth.  Roddy, for his part, reached his arms upward and wrapped
Colin in a hard embrace, returning the kiss with all the passion his
14-year-old body could muster.

       Colin momentarily wondered how he could have such lust for this
virile and sensuous young body, and then he put those thoughts aside,
surrendering to the passion of the moment...and realizing that this was no
longer a massage.

       When they finally broke from a long, passionate embrace, Colin
gently pushed Roddy back down on the table. He stepped back for a moment to
get a larger view of this young Spartan's body. He put the massage oil
aside and leaned over to place his mouth on one of Roddy's firm nipples,
while stimulating the other nipple with the thumb and forefinger of his
left hand. Meanwhile Roddy reached out and grasped Colin's erect cock and
began slowly jacking him. This massage had morphed into something that
Roddy had only dreamed about during masturbation sessions. He couldn't
believe that he had Colin's huge hard cock in his hand.

       Colin's lips moved down Roddy's body to his navel, allowing the tip
of his tongue to fill that little cavity. This sent waves of passion
throughout Roddy's entire body. Simultaneously Colin began rubbing Roddy's
inner thighs as Roddy opened his legs to Colin's probing.

       Reaching Roddy's balls, Colin gently cupped them in his left
hand. He then wrapped his fingers around Roddy's cock, triggering a sharp
intake of breath. Roddy was so stimulated he was afraid he was going to
blow his load right then.

       Colin's mouth continued down toward Roddy's cock. As he approached
this prize, he began to take in every intimate detail of this youthful
body. Roddy's cock was about five inches long, uncut, broad at the base and
perfectly straight, perhaps an inch in diameter. It was surrounded by a
small patch of brown pubic hair, none of which had yet to appear on his
wrinkled, tight scrotum. The cock felt incredible in Colin's hand, with an
abundance of velvety, loose skin on the outside but hard and throbbing
within. The foreskin was fully retracted revealing a hot red cockhead, with
a nicely proportioned mushroom head and crown. It was very wet from precum,
and the extremely engorged glans glistened in the room's light.

       Impulsively Colin's lips hungrily engulfed his young friend's
cock. He had never tasted precum before and he found Roddy's to be slightly
salty and very sweet, not at all unpleasant. The presence of this boycock
in his mouth was a totally new experience for him, but he instinctively
knew exactly what to do. He used his tongue to stimulate the hot spot just
on the underside of Roddy's cockhead. With his cock fully hilted in Colin's
mouth, Roddy's brain went into orbit, and he managed to gasp "Fuck Colin,
I'm going to cum." And he did. His balls retracted and his cock shuddered
multiple times, ejecting successive loads of boy cum into Colin's mouth,
which he instinctively swallowed. Colin was amazed at how hot it was to
feel Roddy's cum splash against the roof of his mouth and the back of his
throat, not to mention the repeated pulsing of his hard rod on his tongue.

       Once the moment passed, Colin stood back for a second to reflect on
what had just transpired. Roddy, on the other hand, was nowhere near
satisfied. He insisted that Colin get up on the table and straddle his
chest. Colin was only too willing to comply. This gave Roddy immediate
access to Colin's huge erect uncut cock and ample balls. Cupping Colin's
balls in his left hand, he began slowly jacking Colin's 6.5 inch cock with
his right. It was so thick it filled his entire hand. He momentarily looked
up into Colin's azure blue eyes and was greeted with a look of genuine
compassion and lust. And Roddy realized that here, in this 21 year-old
friend, he had found the older figure that he had been unknowingly
seeking. His brain was suddenly filled with so many images – his father,
his coach.

       Colin's entire body was incredibly fit, so hot, so compelling, and
so seductive. Every muscle was exquisitely defined as if perfectly sculpted
from the rarest of marble by the hands of a master. Roddy was amazed at his
incredible good fortune. He ran his hands up and down Colin's chest,
pausing momentarily to stimulate his already hard and pronounced
nipples. Returning to his massive cock, Roddy grabbed it with his right
hand and pulled it closer to his mouth while running his left hand up and
down the crack of Colin's ass. Colin's cock was profusely dripping precum,
which Roddy used to coat his left middle finger and then insert it into
Colin's virgin asshole, something that he had seen done in porn vids and
had secretly desired to try. He then engulfed as much of Colin's cock as
would fit in his mouth.

       With Colin's cockhead firmly in his mouth, Roddy vigorously jacked
the base of Colin's cock while inserting his finger as far as it would go
up Colin's chute, which, unknown to Roddy, instantly stimulated Colin's
prostate. Suddenly Colin's world began to spin as he felt his own orgasm
building. He had never had his prostate stimulated like that, and the
experience set his brain and cock on fire. Roddy was highly excited as he
took Colin right to the very edge of exploding. Colin looked in the mirror
and could see this exotic tableau: he atop this perfect specimen of young
male sensuality. His brain was struggling to take it all in. He looked down
to see half of his cock swallowed inside Roddy's mouth, and then with every
muscle and nerve in his wildly over-stimulated body he came with the most
massive and satisfying orgasm of his life. He quickly filled Roddy's mouth
to overflowing, watching his semen slowly drip from its corners. And when
he was done, he was truly and completely spent. He dropped to Roddy's side
and their bodies softly and gently intertwined. For the moment they were
both fully sated by this powerful and intimate coupling.

       The moment passed, and they eventually hopped off the table and
spent some fun time in the Jacuzzi, where Colin continued to explore
Roddy's body, even playfully slapping his ass a few times.  Once again
stimulated, Roddy was able to cum one more time, this time all over Colin's
face and chest.

       Colin got Roddy home at a reasonable hour as promised. They parted
with an understanding that they would see each other again soon, knowing
that if nothing else they would see each other at track practice.

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       Another story by this author can be found in the Bisexual/Adult
Youth section of Nifty entitled "Ghetto Boy."