Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2011 19:16:16 -0400
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE BOY DOWNSTAIRS - 8

It was Forest Gump that said life is like a bunch of chocolates.  You never
know which one you're going to get.  For Randy he was about to get the one
with the sour cherry in it.

The news came on Tuesday that his father had been rushed to hospital with
complications from a lifetime of abusive drinking.  He wasn't expected to
survive.

I expected Randy to come to my door searching for solace.  I was certainly
willing to help him if I could.  When he didn't show I made an inquiry or
to as to his whereabouts.  It seemed he and his sister had been shipped to
some far off relative while his mother kept vigil in the hospital.  A week
later I saw an eviction notice plastered to the door of the first floor
apartment.  It seems the father had been unable to work and the rent hadn't
been paid in some time.  The apartment was vacant.

Although there had never been a reason to give Randy my phone number it was
in the book and I somehow expected him to call.  The days turned into weeks
and I realized that I missed him.  Despite his shortcomings I realized he
had become very fond of the boy and now he was gone. Come to think of it
the sex had been damn good too. Not surprisingly without Randy Nathan also
avoided my apartment.  I did see him on occasion riding his bike up and
down the street.  One day about a month after Randy's exodus I purposely
called Nathan over as he rode by.

He pulled up right beside me with a friendly , "Hi, Mr. Pitowski."

"Have you heard from Randy?"

"Nope," was the simple response, "But I know his dad died."

Truth be told while I felt badly for Randy I never had any sympathy for his
dysfunctional father.  Keeping my tone solemn I responded, "Yes I heard,
but Randy does have your number doesn't he?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Look," I added, "I'd like to know how he is.  Will you let me know if you
hear from him?"

Nathan smiled, "Sure thing Mr. Pitowski."

"Better yet, "I went on, "If he calls I'd like you to give him my number.
Come on up to my apartment after supper tonight and I'll write it down for
you."

"Sure thing. I'll be there."  With that he turned his bike and headed home.

Later as I cleared away the supper dishes my thoughts turned once more to
Randy.  I thought back to the times when his young cock slipped so nicely
back and forth in my mouth with his friend Nathan looking on.  I could feel
my organ responding to my thoughts.  A rap on the door interrupted my
daydreaming.

"C'mon up! The door's open," I yelled.

Nathan bounded in with his usual elan and sat in Randy's favourite chair.
Just in case I had forgotten he explained, "I come for the phone number."

I made eye contact and inquired, "How have you been making out without
Randy?"

He shrugged his shoulders, looked down, and stared at the oaken floor.

I waited a moment expecting him to elaborate.  When nothing materialized I
suggested, "You really miss him huh?"

"Yeah, we done everything together."

He paused again continuing to study the floorboards.  I felt he had
something important to add so I waited patiently.

He finally went on but not in the direction I expected.  "Mr. Pitowski, can
I ask you a question?"

My curiosity was piqued. "Of course Nathan, what is it?"

He shuffled his feet and explained, "It's kinda personal."  He raised his
head a little and was now staring at my crotch.

"Go ahead," I urged, "What's it about?"

In a tone that was just above a whisper Nathan began,
"Randy......well.....he told me that you and him......well....you
know......you and him did some sex stuff together."

This was getting interesting and frankly I liked the direction Nathan was
going.  I was horny and if Nathan was willing then who was I to refuse him.
I decided to play my cards with care.

Trying to sound indignant I stated, "That's news to me! What kind of sex
were we supposed to have had?"

"You....you gave him a blow job."

"I'm shocked Nathan.  Randy was not telling you the truth.  That never
happened!"

Nathan suddenly looked up and cried, "Oh no, you didn't know.  You were
asleep!"

I raised my voice an octave trying to sound incredulous . "What are you
talking about?"

Forgetting for the moment that in his new version of the facts he wasn't
supposed to have been there Nathan elaborated.
 "It really happened Mr. Pitowski. You were asleep with your mouth open.
Randy stuck his cock in your mouth an you sucked him!"

"That's a pretty incredible story Nathan.  How do you know Randy didn't
make it all up?"

"No sir," Nathan repeated, "That's what you did!"

It was time to confirm his desire.  "And why are you telling me all this
Nathan?"

He examined the floor again.  "Well.....I.....I .....I was wondering......
Randy said it felt really good and I .... I was wondering if there is any
way I could find out what it feels like."

"Let me get this straight.  You want me to fall asleep with my mouth open
so you can put your cock in there and I suck it.  Have I got it right?"

Nathan sat there and shrugged his shoulders.  He casually reached down to
adjust an obvious erection.  We both knew the decision was mine.  It was an
easy one to make. His desire to have sex caused my sexual urges to
skyrocket.  Unbeknownst to Nathan it was all I could do to maintain any
semblance of control.

I met his eyes and smiled. "Perhaps there is another way Nathan. Why don't
you lay down on my bed."

He returned the sweetest smile and made a beeline to my bed.  Reaching for
his belt he clearly wanted sex as much as I did.

"Hold on Nathan.  Just lay back and enjoy.  Let me do the work."

Moving in I sat beside his waist.  I allowed my fingers to explore the
fabric of his pants.  It was easy to trace the outline of his endowment.

"Wow, that really feels like a nice cock Nathan," I purred.

"It's not as big as Randy says yours is but it's okay I guess."

I undid the top button of his pants, pulled the zipper own completely and
then folded back each side of his pants revealing a bulging pair of
whities.  His cock was pointed back to his navel and it had to be close to
six inches in length.  It was straining to escape, almost reaching the
waistband under his navel.  The cloth was rising and falling in cadence
with the beat of his heart.

"What are you talking about Nathan?  I can see you have one gorgeous piece
of meat!"

Nathan grinned and put his hands behind his head in an act of complete
subservience. "Do you really like it Mr. Pitowski?"

At this point I knew he was all mine and I probably could do anything I
wanted to him.  "You want to believe it.  I don't need to fall asleep to
suck this one.  I'm ready to go right now if you want me to"

"Oh please!" Nathan begged. "I'm ready. Please suck it."

I wanted to tease him some more and do a slow strip tease but I was too
damn hot.  T grabbed his pants on either side and deftly pulled everything
off.  His organ flopped into view.  In the full light with some time to
examine it properly, it was even more beautiful than I recalled from the
dull light of the first encounters.  I grasped it lightly with a thumb ad
one finger and held it up inches from my eyes.  The flared helmet was
entirely exposed and dry, the flesh smooth and yet giving to the touch. The
cum slit was slightly open at one end and giving the appearance of winking
at me .  A neat ring of excess skin encircled the shaft almost half an inch
below the glans. The shaft was straight as an arrow and marked on each side
with a branching violet vein. The hair of hi bush was soft, stretching no
more than an inch or so above the base of his cock.  The rest of his
stomach appeared hairless. He was perfect.

His cock was like a magnet and I found my tongue ready to do its own
exploration.  I continued to hold him lightly as I reached in and lavished
every square inch of him from his cum slit down to his pubes.

"That's awesome!" Nathan gushed.  "It feels really good!"

I drew off of him to respond.  "I'm glad you like it because I'm really
going to enjoy sucking you.  You have a perfect cock to suck.  Do you want
me to make you cream?"

"Oh yes!" he chortled, "Pleeeaaase!"

I smiled wickedly.  "Then tell me once more.  What do you want me to do?"

"Oh suck me, suck me," Nathan begged, "Make me get off.  Swallow my
cock. PLEEAASE!"

Unfortunately as a typical oversexed young teenager I knew that once I
began in earnest the outcome would be swift.  I encased his helmet into my
mouth allowing my lips to lightly caress the glans in passing.

"Ohhhh," Nathan moaned.

I went down once more using both my lips and my tongue in passing. I could
have worshipped his pole all night.

"Oh God......Shiiiit!" Nathan exclaimed.

I went down twice more pressing ever so lightly trying to stretch out my
pleasure.  It was no use. His moaning quickly became louder and I knew the
explosion was imminent. I decided to reverse tactics and used every trick I
could think of including twisting as I passed over his glans to maximize
his pleasure.

"OHHH FUCK. Here it comes," he warned.

Nathan arched his back and his cock pulsed in my mouth.  I felt and
savoured his hot semen. Lifting off I wrapped my fingers around his organ
and forced out a few more drops. They were delicious. Now releasing his
softening cock I allowed him to catch his breathe.

"How was that?" I grinned.

Nathan was grateful for the experience and said so. "That was really
awesome!  I really like getting sucked. Randy said you sucked him off a
lot. I can come back tomorrow if you want"

"Whoa, slow down," I laughed. "Randy was exaggerating.  It sounds like you
want to get a blow job every day!"

"Well......yes, if you'd like to," he said hopefully.

"Well I can't see you every day," I responded, "But the days I'm available
I'll leave this red flowerpot in the window. The door will be open and you
can lock it as you come in. Okay?"

Nathan grinned from ear to ear.  "I'll be checking tomorrow night."

Within a few moments he was gone.  I was already pumping my meat before he
hit the bottom step.

Over the next several months I used the signal twice a week on average.  He
must have been checking constantly for he always showed up within an hour
of the signal.  As we progressed he learned that he enjoyed stripping me
and playing with my equipment as I lay back and relaxed.  He loved to tell
me how much he liked to play with it.  He often positioned himself so that
our cocks came together shaft to shaft.  I believe it was his way of
finding out whether his own prodigious organ was catching up to mine.  He
would wrap his hands around both of them and bring us both to climax. He
usually came first but I was often not far behind.  He would then collapse
on top of me with our cocks and pools of gism jammed between us.

Nathan would cum at least twice on every visit.  For him the highlightof
the evening was him cumming in my mouth.  I varied the technique and
despite his young age he always spewed copious amounts even if it was his
second eruption of the evening.  It was great sex and I loved it.

The relationshjp continued well into the next winter.  His cock was a good
seven inches now and still growing.  It was getting to be a pleasant
handful.  He tried hard to fuck me.  Unfortunately it just wasn't my thing
and I rebuffed him.

I often asked if he had heard from Randy.  He always replied in the
negative.  A childless couple now occupied the ground floor apartment.

In March Nathan actually failed to appear for the first time.  When he
reappeared he explained that he now had a girlfriend.

He added, "She's not a very good cock sucker but she is improving." Then he
grinned and stated, "She's got a great cunt!"

I knew what was coming.  I blew him one last time and he promptly announced
that he would not be returning.  I told him that I would always consider
him a friend and that he was always welcome even if it was just to talk.
He seemed to like that but he never returned.

I sat at home for the next month or so feeling sorry for myself.  I finally
forced myself to leave the house and visit an old friend. I apologized for
ignoring him for so long and he was most forgiving.  We ended up at a bar.
I crawled home at some ungodly hour.  A young man was waiting for me as I
arrived home.

"Can I come up?........Please."

He stood up staring into my eyes.  He was several inches taller than I
remembered.  His baby fat was gone and his hair was styled.  Randy had
become a very handsome young man.

As we reached the top of the stairs we melted into each other's arms.  As
he dropped a hand and felt for my cock I knew everything was going to be
all right with the world again.