Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2006 11:18:56 -0500
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@gmail.com>
Subject: That Glorious Summer 02 by Justin Davis (M/t, mast, oral, anal)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving a young
male and an older male.  If material of this nature offends you then
you should not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18
years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by
law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.  Additionally, the actions of the characters in this
story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to,
their actions.

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That Glorious Summer
By
Justin Davis

Chapter Two

That very night, only two hours after our frantic sex session on the
carpeted floor of the living room, David was sharing my bed.  Both of
us knew that Scott wouldn't be back into town until Tuesday evening.
I made love to him that night, showing him the difference between
frantic sex and real lovemaking.

My mouth devoured every inch of his beautiful body, and his gasps, and
cries and squeals of delight became so loud he had to hold a pillow
over his face to muffle them, least Mrs. Stevens think that someone
was being murdered in my apartment.

His mouth, his armpits, his navel, his ears, his perineum, his
beautiful dick and balls, and yes, his butt hole became targets for my
mouth and tongue, my attention to his inner thighs next to his groin
sending him into muffled howls of ecstasy.

David writhed upon bed like an eel and begged me to suck him so he
could cum, but I would have none of it.  I stopped only to
occasionally lap up the pre-cum that was oozing from his dick, as
though it were a leaking faucet.

Eventually, I let him face fuck me again and greedily swallowed his
sweat nectar as he whimpered, almost to the point of crying, as he
finally got the release he so badly needed and wanted.

Then, it was I covering my face with the pillow as the kid aped me in
doing everything I had done to him, making me beg to cum just the same
as he had, and being denied the pleasure until he was satisfied that
he had excited me to the point that I had excited him.

I fucked his face with wild abandon and came so hard that it actually
hurt as I blew my load into his mouth.  He gobbled it all down as
eagerly as I had done for him.

We were like young puppies in heat after that first night.  When Scott
wasn't around, David never went off to play soccer without a load of
my cum in his tummy. Nor, was dairy product the type of cream that I
had before my coffee in the morning.

The kid's dick always seemed hard, and even though I was approaching
twenty-five, mine was the same.  It seemed as though I had been given
an infusion of youth and I believed I was thirteen again.

We took showers together, and David thought it would be a great idea
for us both to shave off our pubes.  He delighted in shaving off what
body hair I had, and, with the exception of our head hair and
eyebrows, we were both as slick as new born babes.

For me, David's long locks wafting over my stomach, as he sucked my
cock, was a huge turn on for me, and I loved the mornings when I would
awaken with my cock in his mouth and I would see that head with the
blonde locks bobbing up and down on my stalk.

As for David, he loved having his hole eaten, no one had ever done
that to him, and he would wail like the siren on a EMS truck as I
fucked his hole with my tongue, or at times fuck it with my fingers
while I sucked him.  Most times, I would do that when he was sitting
upon the couch holding his legs back to give me full and unfettered
access to his bottom, even as cartoons played on the television.

Neither of us ever wore clothes around the apartment anymore when
Scott wasn't around.  In fact, it not only began to feel natural but
it allowed us free access to each other's dicks anytime one of us felt
the urge.  Needless to say, in three weeks time there wasn't a room in
the apartment where we hadn't had sex.

It was about the second week in August, when we were playing around in
my bed, that David straddled my groin, put my dick in his butt crack,
and began to slide back and forth.

"I want you to put your dick in my butt," he said, but I would have none of it.

"Forget it!  It'll hurt too much!" I replied, remembering that a guy
with a dick about my size had been my first fuck and it had hurt so
badly it was ten years before I let someone try it again.

"I've had dicks in my butt before," he replied.

"Yeah, like mine?" I responded.

"No!" David replied.

"Then forget it!" I said.

Like so much else, whether it was going to Disney World, I had to dip
into my meager savings for that one, or getting his ear pierced, David
didn't let up.  We never made love when he didn't bring up the subject
of putting my dick in his butt. One morning, I awoke to find him
hovering over my dick getting ready to put it in his butt, and I
quickly rolled away and told him it wasn't gonna happen.

Three days later, it was a Saturday night, and we had gone out to eat
Mexican food at my favorite restaurant.  As usual, I had one too many
margaritas and I was a little loose and drowsy by the time we got back
to the apartment.

"I'm going to bed.  You coming?" I asked.

"Nah! I'm gonna watch Beach Party on MTV," the kid replied.

So, I staggered off to the bedroom, undressed, and climbed into bed,
where I quickly passed out.  Soon, I was having a beautiful dream.  It
was a dream about an angel whose golden wings were spread wide and
whose smile was the most beautiful I had ever seen.  Yet, the angel
was quite naked and hard and was riding my cock.  The sensations were
incredible.  Nothing could possibly feel as good!  Then, it was if it
wasn't a dream and I awoke.

As I looked downward toward my groin in the glow of the moonlight, I
noticed David sitting astride my legs.  The tears running down his
cheeks sparkled in the moonglow and his body was trembling a bit.
Instantly, as I came full awake, I realized that some of my cock was
in his butt.

"No, David! Stop! I said, and reached for his hips to pull him away
and off of me.

"Don't!  I can do it!  Please!  I want to!  Please!" he begged.

"You're in pain!" I replied.

"Yeah, it ain't that bad though.  Just gimme time," he replied.

Now that I look back at it, and I have fucked many guys in my life, I
can honestly say that that night was the most unselfish giving up of
one's butt that I have ever encountered.

It took almost fifteen minutes before David's butt was resting on my
pubes, and the fuck that followed, as he rode my cock and wanked his
own, was not to be believed.  Tight was not even the word for the warm
moistness that encased my cock, and we blew our loads together, mine
up his butt and his all over my stomach, as we both had our orgasms.
We fucked a lot after that, although there was always lots of foreplay
beforehand.

Although I always considered myself primarily a top, I loved watching
David's facial expressions, and his emotions, as he fucked me.  The
kid was a natural, whether on top or bottom.

He would wail at the ceiling as I fucked him, those long gazelle like
legs pointing to the sky, me having bent them backward so that I could
pound his prostate with every thrust.  It was a round of firsts.

His first time to get fucked "doggie" style.  His first time to
experience the first "hands free" orgasm of his life, and he had
squealed, and began to laugh and cry with joy at the same time, in
total disbelief that it had really happened.  His first time to wrap
those long legs and arms around me and experience a slow, deliberate
fuck, that was really a loving one, and one that lasted almost an
hour.  Yet, it all had to come to an end.

The last week of August approached, and as the 30th drew closer David
became more and more sullen and withdrawn.  Deep down inside, I knew
he was feeling the same feelings that I was.  Yet, I didn't know how
to express mine and he didn't know how to express his.  The sex
stopped dead cold!

The last three nights, I cried myself to sleep, listening to his sobs
that echoed back from the living room where he now slept on the
pullout couch, avoiding my bed like the plague.  My heart was
breaking, and so was his, and neither of us could find the words that
either of us wanted to say.

Because of Scott being his usual unreliable self, it was I that took
David to the airport to see him off for the flight back to Miami.
Very little was said by either of us on the way to the airport or
while we waited at the gate.

"Uh, well it's been nice getting to know you, David.  I hope things go
well for you in school this Fall," I said, hoping to break the ice as
we sat there waiting for his flight to be called.

"Yeah, I guess," the kid replied, and glanced out the window at the
nose of the jet as it pulled into the gate.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye," I said, as we walked to the gangway,
the flight attendant having called for the passengers to board.

"Yeah, goodbye!" David said, and turned and headed down the gangway.

I watched as his tiny form receded from me and tears welled up in my
eyes.  I wondered if he knew, would ever know, what a breath of fresh
air he had breathed into my life over the last two months.  Then,
something happened.  David set down his carry bag, turned around,
looked at me, and leaving his bag lying in the middle of the gangway,
he ran back toward me.

"Oh God!  I don't wanna go!  I wanna be here with you forever!" David
said, throwing his arms around my waist and beginning to sob.

"You can't.  You've got your whole life ahead of you.  You've got so
many good things ahead.  So much fun, enjoy it!" I replied, hugging
him for all I was worth.

"Promise me!  Promise me you'll wait!" he said looking up at me, tears
streaming down his cheeks.

"Wait for what?" I asked.

"Me!  Promise me you will wait for me!  I know you think I'm just a
little kid now but I won't be in six or seven years.  Promise me.
Please!  I love you!" David said, and hugged me with all his might
again.

"I love you, too, David.  We'll see.  If you feel that way a year from
now, even five years from now, I'll wait.  I promise," I replied,
hugging him back.

My heart broke into a million pieces as I watched him walk down that
gangway, then pick up his bag, and turn and blow me a kiss goodbye
that day.  I cried all the way home, and even more when I got there.

That Fall, Scott moved in with Karen and I accepted a grant out on the
West Coast in order to continue my studies.  Over the next years, I
kept in touch with David.

Via phone calls, snail mail, and e-mail, I went through his junior
high and high school years with him.  I delighted in the victories of
his soccer team, rejoiced when he was accepted into the National Honor
Society, and laughed and shook my head as he informed me that he and
his male date were the first gay couple ever at their high school
senior prom.

Following in his older brother's steps, David is pursuing a BBA, at
the moment, and I suspect he will be good in that profession, he
currently has a 4.0 average his sophomore year.  As for communicating
with David, well, we do that better now than ever before.

As a matter of fact, I need to check the chicken casserole I have in
the oven.  He'll be home from Intramural Soccer soon and I know he'll
be hungry.  Oh, and in case you haven't guessed, he didn't change his
mind and I waited for him as I said I would.

God!  If you thought his older brother was something you should see David now!
Although he wears that golden hair of his in a perm now, he makes
Scott look like garbage in the looks department.

Me, I'm just proud to go out with him on my arm and to have that
nine-inch cock of his drill my butt.  Believe me, it was worth the
wait, and we both feel that way.

The End