Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2011 15:00:14 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Boy Downstairs - 7

I stuck to my decision and as hard as it was I was able to avoid temptation
for well over a week.  I saw him a few times on the stairs but now the warm
winds of Spring made it bearable for him. A couple of times I slipped him a
few dollars so he could feed himself.

By the tenth day my juices were raging once more and as I passed him I
casually asked, "Do you want to come up in half an hour?"

I expected a big smile and some enthusiasm.  Instead all I got was a quiet,
"Sure."

I was perplexed by his response but reasoned any explanation could wait.  I
continued upstairs and quickly prepared some food for my expected guest.
Thirty minutes later Randy wandered in looking like a sad basset hound who
had lost his mate.  In fact he had.

"There's something wrong Randy. What is it?"

"It's Nathan, he won't speak to me any more."

"And why not?" I inquired.

"Well I did what you said.  I told him that you couldn't see him any more
and he....he...."

"Go on," I urged.

Randy looked at the floor and hesitated.  He was no poker player.  He was
hiding a secret.

"What aren't you telling me?"

Still looking down he finally continued.  "Well.....well I promised
him....a long time ago.....that I figured I could get you to suck us both
off."  He looked up before continuing.  "Somehow he guessed that you sucked
me off and now he thinks that I'm keeping you for myself." He waited a
moment studying my reaction and then added, "You aren't mad or anything are
you?"

I smiled thinking of the earlier traps I had set for Randy and Nathan.  Now
I was wondering who was trapping who?  Nevertheless I shared his pain.  I
knew there was nothing more important in the life of a thirteen year old
boy than your best friend.  I felt responsible for the separation and I
knew I had to find a way to get them back together.  I wrapped an arm
around Randy and smiled broadly, "No I'm not mad.  Let's eat and we'll
figure out what to do to get Nathan back."

Randy returned the smile, wiped away some tears with the back of his sleeve
and sat down to his second most favourite pastime.  He came close to wiping
the design off the plate before asking for a second helping.

While I ate I devised a plan in my mind that was quite similar to the
earlier traps.  I was confident that neither Randy nor Nathan would
conclude the earlier traps were faked as well. I brought Randy to the
living room, placed a hand on each cheek and kissed him.

"As long as you do exactly as I say I'm sure we are going to get Nathan
back for you."

Randy sat wide eyed in anticipation.

"I want you to tell Nathan you found a way to get him sucked off without me
ever knowing about it!"

Randy screwed up his face in puzzled amazement. "What?"

I spent the next half hour explaining my plan in step by step fashion.  I
reviewed it three times to make sure he grasped all the details.  Randy had
a few questions but on the whole seemed to understand the plan well.  His
excitement grew by the minute.

"Let's set it up for this Friday," I suggested.

"I can't wait!" he responded.

I expected him to now ask for sex at any moment.  It didn't happen.  All he
could talk about was Friday and how he was already getting a hard on just
thinking about it.

"You know Nathan has a really nice cock.  It's like mine only longer."

"Gee I hope I can get it all in," I replied.

"It's big but it's not that big," Randy assured me.

"How about you tonight. Don't you want to be serviced?"

Randy shocked me when he replied, "Nah, I already jerked off twice today
and now I want to save it all for Friday."

That made me a little frustrated but I kept my feelings to myself.  Thirty
minutes later Randy left my apartment leaving me to reach for a porno flic
and a towel.

Cum Friday evening I was as horny as I had ever been in my life.  The boys
weren't to come until seven thirty in order to give me some serious
drinking time.  Again I spread empties around and used some stale drops as
a cologne.  Stripping to my underwear I turned the lights down low and lay
on my bed.  As the boys entered right on schedule I bent my head to the
side and left my mouth slightly open.

The boys stopped short a few feet from my bed.  "See." Randy explained, "
It's just like I said.  He always drinks like crazy on Fridays and then
falls asleep in his underwear."  Randy then grabbed Nathan firmly by one
arm.  "Before we do anything you gotta promise me once more, best friend to
best friend.  You gotta swear your very best swear on your mother's grave
that you won't tell nobody nothing on account of if you do tell you could
never come back here again! Okay?"

"All right all ready," Nathan retorted.  "You already made me swear twice
before we got here but if you want I'll swear again."

"On your mother's grave!" Randy repeated.

"Yeah, yeah, on my mother's grave and my grandmother's too if you want."

Randy grinned and then turned his attention to me.  "Okay then, let's make
sure he's asleep."

With the formalities over Randy reached out and shook me hard. "Wake up
Mr. Pitowski!"

I pretended to stir a little making sure I was adjacent to the edge of the
bed.

Nathan's eyes proceeded to drift to my groin.  "Holy shit.  You can see his
dick real easy in his underpants.  It looks fucking bigger than last time."
He reached out and placed a tentative hand directly on top of my organ.  I
could feel his fingers slowly close around my shaft.

"Why don't you take it out?" Randy suggested.  "He'll never know."

Nathan looked up at my face.  My eyes were the narrowest of slits.  "Are
you sure?  What if he wakes up."

"I told you he's like my dad.  Once he falls asleep that's it.  He's gone
for the night! He ain't waking up for nothing."

Nathan was obviously reassured as he lifted my underpants and slipped a
hand inside.  Bolts of electricity shot through me as his fingers wrapped
around my flesh.  I was so sexually charged I was practically shivering
with excitement.

"Wow!" Nathan exclaimed. "I'd love to have a fucking cock like this. Look
at the fucking size of it. I'm holding a fucking monster!"

"I wanna see it again too!" Randy exclaimed as he climbed onto the bed
between my legs.  Without hesitation he grabbed my shorts and crudely
pulled them down to my ankles.  He then sat on the inside by my waist,
reached in and deftly scooped a few drops af precum and put his fingers to
his mouth.

Nathan was puzzled. "Watcha doing Randy?" he asked.

Randy proceeded to act the sex expert.  "That's precum.  It tastes
sweet. Try some."

Nathan reached in and parroted Randy's act.  "You're right. It is good!"

Nathan went back to exploring his new found toy.  He squeezed it and then
jacked it a couple of times.  It was all I could do to squelch my moans.
He took two hands and felt the texture of the entire shaft.  He felt the
tube underneath an then turned to the glans running a finger all over it.

"Look how fucking wide it is Randy.  It is definitely bigger than those
guys on the porno tape we seen.  This cock would rip us apart if he put it
in our asses!"  He then placed one hand above the other on the shaft.
"Look, two hands," he laughed.

Randy reached in and added his above Nathans, "Yeah and there is still room
for one of mine!"

"Did you really jack him off?" Nathan asked.

"Sure, I done it a few times.  He doesn't even wake up when he goes off.
Try it."

Nathan placed both hands a short distance beneath the mushroomed head and
interlaced his fingers.  Squeezing fairly tightly he began a rhythmic
action pumping up and down.

"Wow, this is is great!  How long does it take him to shoot?"

"Not long," was Randy's reply.

I was so damn hot I knew Randy was correct.  I tried to hold off so I could
continue to enjoy the experience but it was impossible. I was breathing
heavily but at the same time, using all of my resolve, I was able to
control my vocal chords. I erupted with the force of a teenager.  The first
shot landed on my chest.  As Nathan continued to pump additional shots
anointed my stomach and finally the back of Nathan's hand.

"Look at all the fucking stuff," Nathan exalted.  "Can you imagine sucking
him off.  Even if you could get it all in your mouth he'd fucking drown
you."  As he spoke Nathan cleaned up a little with a towel that I had
conveniently left out.

"I saved the best part for last," Randy added.  "See how his mouth is
partly open.  Put your finger in there and see what he does."

Nathan hesitated.  "What if he bites me?"

"I done it a bunch of times," Randy boasted, "He never bites."

Nathan was still not convinced. "Show me."

Randy promptly pushed a finger in two or three inches.  I immediately
closed my lips on it.  "There, see. There's nothing to it."

"What does it feel like?" Nathan asked.

"Try it and find out."

Nathan stood up and carefully approached my head.  He reached out with an
index finger and slowly pushed it into my mouth.  I grasped it with my lips
and began to massage it vigorously with my tongue.

"Cool," Nathan enthused, "That really feels cool!"

"Now added Randy grinning, "Here is the surprise. What do you think he does
if you put your cock in there instead of your finger?"

"No way!"

"Yes way.  I already done it a bunch of times.  He gives you perfect blow
jobs!"

Nathan was heavily groping himself as he repeated, "No way!"

"Really, he does," Randy insisted. "Try it. It's the greatest!"

"And what if he bites your cock?"

"I told you already.  He never bites. He just sucks it."

This was clearly a big step for Nathan.  He needed more proof.  "Show me!"

"I was going to let you go first but if you want me to that's okay by me,"
Randy grinned.

With that Randy allowed his pants and underpants to drop to the floor.  His
boyhood stretched out proudly in front of him.  Nathan moved in close to
watch as Randy guided his cock to my open mouth.  He pushed the glans
between my lips allowing me to explore his helmet with my lips and my
waiting tongue.  Once in I massaged the smooth flesh as wildly as I could.

"Oh fuck yeah," Randy groaned.

"That's fucking great," Nathan exalted, "But you ain't pumping.  How is he
getting you off?"

Randy closed his eyes and explained, "He's running his tongue all over it
and it feels awesome!"

Still doubting Nathan demanded, "Yeah?  Show me some juice. Prove to me
that he got you."

Randy began to pump a little as well and began to cry, "Oh shit, oh
shit,......It feels fucking.....fucking......ohhhhhh!"

I could feel his squirts hit the back of my mouth. I refrained from licking
his cum slit so he had the proof he needed for Nathan.

"Shit, look at that! He really did get you off!"

"Of course he did!" Randy confirmed, "I told you. It was fucking awesome!"

As he quickly lowered his pants Nathan suddenly found his enthusiasm.
"Here, it's my turn. Let me try!"  He almost pushed Randy aside as he
pointed one of the prettiest young cocks I had ever seen towards my mouth.
It was about the same width as Randy's but had to be an inch to an inch and
a half longer.  It appeared to be perfectly symetrical topped by an
engorged soft pinkish mauve helmet.  The flared ridge was a darker shade,
almost purple in color.  His dark bush was no more than an inch wide
beneath a hairless stomach.

Nathan leaned against the edge of my bed and guided his pulsing organ
towards my mouth. "Here suck it in!" he cried.

As the tip of his helmet made contact I opened wide and allowed him
immediate access.  I closed my lips and pressed hard as the flared edge of
his glans passed by.

"Oh Christ! That feels fucking great!" he raved.

Randy predictably agreed, "I told you so."

He kept pushing until he hit the back of my throat and my upper lip was
buried in his hair.  He then held it there.  Unfortunately he was that in
between size.  He wasn't quite long enough that I could massage him with my
throat muscles.  At the same time he was too far back for my tongue to
attack his most sensitive areas.

"Look how easy he can take it.  I got it all in. No problem!"

Randy requested a constant update on Nathan's blow job.  "How's it feel
now?"

"It's okay but it doesn't tickle much yet."

As he spoke Nathan instinctively drew back a little.  It allowed me to
attack his helmet with a vengeance.

"Oh shit.  There it is.  He's getting me now. It feels fucking fantastic.
What a blow job!"

Randy grinned and gave non-stop encouragement. "That's great!  Is he going
to get you?  Does it tickle yet?"

I ran my tongue up and over and around as quickly and as hard as I could.
As he began to get more excited he added his own pumping motion allowing my
lips to participate as well.

"Oh fuck yes. YES!... I don't believe this. .... Fucking great! ....Yes,
YES, OHHHHH"

Shot after shot slammed into the back of my throat.  Never had I tasted cum
so sweet.  I continued to suck feverishly.

"Oh shit," Nathan complained, "He's still sucking me.  It's getting very
sore."

"You've forgotten," Randy reminded him, "He's still asleep.  You have to
pull it out if you want him to stop."

"Oh yeah," Nathan replied as he quickly pulled out.  He then reached for a
chair and sat back totally spent.  "That was the absolute best I ever felt.
It was fucking awesome!"

"Yeah, and the best part is he's still asleep.  If I feel like getting
sucked off again I can get one anytime I want it," Randy proclaimed.  "Once
I got a blow job.  Then I watched TV and played with his dick for a while.
Then i got another blow job."

This wasn't part of the script and wondered where Randy was going with it.
Randy was still hard and stripped from the waist down.  He wandered over
and pointed his organ towards me once more.

"Here, I'll show you."

He shoved it between my lips and stood there hands on his hips, his legs
spread apart.

"Do you see how easy it is Nathan?  I could let him suck me all night if I
wanted to."

"Cool!" Nathan agreed.

I wasn't sure Randy could get off again so quickly but I was sure game to
find out.  I concentrated on the flared edge of his cock head.

"While I'm getting sucked off why don't you play with his cock some more?"

"Look at all the goo on his dick," Nathan noted.

"That's just more precum.  Try licking it off."

As I continued to service Randy I suddenly felt what had to be Nathan's
lips on my glans.  With just the slightest scrape he was able to engulf the
entire head. His lips began to explore me.  Even as I sucked Randy I had to
moan. I couldn't help it.  He lasted twenty seconds or so before drawing
off.

"There, did you see?  I got the head of his monster in at least.  Did you
see?"

"That's better then I can do," Randy admitted.

"Is he going to get you again?" Nathan inquired.

"Yup, I'm starting to get the feeling."

I worked feverishly as Randy's breath became more labored.

"Oh yeah, there it is.......Ohhhh."

His member began to jerk in spasms.  There was a little nectar but not
much.

"This is fucking great!" Nathan declared. "He's a fucking suck machine.  I
ain't telling nobody.  This is just between you and me. I wanna get my dick
sucked every Friday!"

"You can't come up anytime you feel like it," Randy reminded him. "You have
to check with me first."

I was wondering at that point whether a second session with Nathan was in
order.  Alas it wasn't going to happen. Nathan glanced at his watch and
declared he was already an hour late.  The boys quickly yanked up their
pants and then pulled up my underwear. They left together leaving me with
the sweet memories.