Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 14:26:46 -0400
From: Dick Hertz <noonto1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Walking - Part 2

"How about tomorrow morning?" I said.

"Sure, I'll be at the convenience store at 8:30!" he said.  I could hardly
wait.


The next day, I got to work at 7;00 am, as usual, with nothing more on my
mind than waiting for 8:30.  I had been thinking of nothing else since
yesterday and had repeated the events that unfolded over and over in my
mind.  I can't believe I had been so fortunate to have my fantasies
fulfilled.  I still could feel the softness of the skin on his chest and the
firm little nipples that hardened up when stimulated by my fingers and my
tongue.  It was such a turn on to play with them!  I don't know if it's
because they reminded me of a pubescent girl's breasts or if it was just
because they were his.  That's what attracted me to him in the first place.
The rest was just a bonus.  I was pleased with his looks, even though he was
a bit heavy, and I loved his uncut cock.  I had wanted for so long to feel a
hard cock in my mouth again and I was not disappointed.

I did my usual things; logged into my computer, checked my email, checked
for work in the many databases we have, drank my coffee. Checked my voice
mail and answered calls I could at that hour of the morning.  Of course, I
checked for new stories on Nifty and checked my email address I use for
Nifty submissions.  I was pleased that I got a favorable response from one
reader.  At least I know that one person beside myself got a hardon over it.

By the time I did all this it was about ten after eight.  Twenty minutes to
go.  My boss came in and asked me for some information on an account and I
retrieved it as fast as I could so I wouldn't be late.  I brought it into
her office and handed her the file.  Immediately she started asking me
questions about it.  She must have noticed I was a bit distracted as I kept
trying to back out of her office.  As I was answering her questions and
backing out of her office, I noticed that her office window directly
overlooked the convenience store.  Being on the second floor of our
building, her window gave a partial view of the sidewalk and the roof of the
store.  I couldn't see the entrance, and I strained to see if he was there.
It was now about 8:26 and I made an excuse to leave her office.

I returned to my desk and took a couple last swigs of my coffee.  I shut
Nifty down from my computer and brought up some boring company page onto the
screen and prepared to head downstairs.  The first thing I had to do was
adjust the half hard cock in my pants.  The second thing I did was to take a
pack of Eclipse Flash Strips out of my pocket.  Those are the new kind of
breath fresheners that dissolve when you place the strip on your tongue.
They are really powerful and strong.  They would freshen your breath if your
just ate a pile of shit!  Plus, I thought they might have a nice effect on
any piece of flesh I might have put into my mouth.  I laid one on my tongue
on the way down the stairs and it was dissolved before I hit the outside
door.  I got a cool rush of taste and a tingle that livened up my whole
mouth.

I was right on target, as far as the time went.  I turned right out the door
and headed toward the front of the convenience store.  There was no one
there! I checked my watch and it said 8:30 on the nose.  Oh shit, I said to
myself, I must have scared him off or he had second thoughts.  I didn't
relish waiting around in front of the store.  This was not the best
neighborhood and all kinds of characters would be hitting me up for
cigarettes or money.

Just then, he stepped out of the door of the store.  He looked up and smiled
and then offered me a cigarette from the pack he just bought.  I pulled out
my lighter and lit both our smokes and we waked wordlessly to the corner.
We automatically turned down the street we had been on yesterday and smoked
while we walked up the block.  We both started to say something at the same
time, but I told him to go ahead.

"I was wondering if you would show up today." he said.  "I thought that
might have been just a fluke yesterday."

"I was beginning to think the same thing when I didn't see you right away."
I said.

"Listen, I liked what we did yesterday, but I wasn't too comfortable doing
it in the stairway." he said.  "Would you mind coming over to my place?  I
just live in the apartment block at the end of the street."

"That would be great!" I said.  "It bothered me, too, being so close to the
street and my knees aren't what they used to be."

He chuckled and led the way down the street.

"Won't there be anyone home?" I asked.

"Nah, my mom works and I live there alone with her." he said.  "It's either
too early or to late for most of the people in my building to be milling
around."

We walked most of the way down the street and crossed over to the other
side.  We snuffed our cigarettes out and he led me to the apartment
building's door.  He unlocked the front door with a key from his pocket.  We
went in and he headed to the stairs.  I let him lead and he said we were
going to the third floor.  I was just as happy to take the stairs behind him
so I could get a close up look at his buns and he ascended the stairs.  Even
with his loose nylon pants, the action of his globes was mesmerizing.  I
could smell his fresh scent, too.  He must have showered just before he came
to meet me.

We entered the third floor hallway and turned down to go to his apartment.
He opened the door and we sent inside.  It was not at all what I expected.
It was clean and freshly painted and tastefully decorated, though not
overdone.

"Very nice place." I said.  I realized then that I didn't even know his
name.  "I'm sorry, but I don't know what to call you.  My name is Dick,
what's yours?"

"Oh, I'm Evan." he said.  "We never did get around to introductions
yesterday!"

"No, we didn't, we were too busy for that." I said.  "Are you sure you are
O.K. with this?"

"With what?" he asked.

"Well, with the fact that I'm white, I'm old enough to be your father or
grandfather, and that we're not really here to play Monopoly." I said.

"Nah, it doesn't bother me," he said.  " As a matter of fact, I hang around
with more white guys than black guys.  My mom is white and I never had
anyone you could call my father or grandfather.  As far as playing around, I
liked it, and I get so lonely sometimes I was glad you talked to me
yesterday."

"I wondered about you from the way you speak.  You are very articulate for a
young man." I said.

"You mean I don't talk like I'm from the ghetto, right?" he asked.  "I guess
I don't fit in there.  I identify more with the white guys and I get dissed
by the black brothers because I try hard in school and am on the Honor
Roll."

"How old are you really?" I asked.

"I know, I lied to you yesterday," he said.  "I'm going to be seventeen next
month."

That explained the presence of the baby fat and the perky breasts that
attracted me from the start.  He noticed my hesitation and could tell I was
pondering his statement.

"Does that bother you?" he asked.

"No, I still like you and I'm still attracted to you." I said.  "But, I'm
glad we got that out of the way."

"How do we start?" he asked.

"How about in the bedroom?" I asked.  He led the way down the hall to his
room.  It was neat, in a teenager sort of way, and equipped with a desk and
computer and a full size bed.  There were bookshelves and a few trophies and
posters.  His bed was made and the room was picked up.

"Do you want me to take off my shirt?" he asked, as he started to pull it
over his head.

"Yes, that's a good start." I said.  "You seem a bit nervous about this, so
how about if you take it all off and I give you a massage.  I learned a few
things about massage in Viet Nam that will relax you."

He kicked his sneakers off, pulled his socks off, and slid his pants and
boxers down his legs and off onto the floor.  He picked all his clothes up
and deposited them on his desk chair.

"Lie down on your stomach on the bed." I said.  As he did so, I removed my
clothes and put them on top of his.  He lay on the bed facing me and watched
my every move.

"Wow, you really are white!" he said

"Yes, and you really are brown!" I said.  We both laughed and it seemed to
break the tension.

I went over to the bed and put my hands on his shoulder muscles and gripped
the firmly.  I used my thumbs to massage the muscles on top of his shoulder
blades and squeezed the shoulder muscles.

"Ah, that feels so good." he said.  I did this for a few minutes and then
moved own the center of his back and massaged the muscles on either side of
his spine.  I used my thumbs to stroke them from the spine out and we as low
as the crack of his ass.  I then moved his arms down along his sides and
massaged his arms from the fingers up to his shoulders.  I gently squeezed
his muscles in a milking fashion called "stripping" until he was loose and
relaxed.  Then I went to the foot of the bed and did the same thing to his
legs.  When I got to the top of his legs, my hands had to reach in between
his legs to complete the top of his legs and I could feel his scrotum and
the sparse wiry hair there.

He was a joy to massage because of the extra little layer of fat and his
smooth silky brown skin.  I was really enjoying this and Evan seemed to be
in a state of suspended animation.  No doubt now that he was relaxed.

"O.K., Now sit up." I said.

"Do I have to?" he said.  "I think all my muscles have turned to jelly."

After he sat up, I used a technique of striking his shoulders and back with
the edge of my hand with my fingers touching and spread apart.  This creates
a snapping sound when done right and feel great to the recipient.  He tried
to speak, but the rhythmic thumping on his back made his speech warble and
was unintelligible.

"Now lie on your back." I said.  He lay back and, of course, the first thing
I saw was his dick at attention.

"I guess you can tell I liked that." He said.

"Enough to raise the flagpole!" I said.  I started at his feet again and
worked my way up to his groin.  I got even closer to his groin this time and
stroked the area between his scrotum and his leg, right in the crease.  His
dick jumped a few times and his balls seemed to roll around in their sac of
their own accord.

I got up on the bed and straddled him and sat lightly on his thighs with my
knees on either side of his legs.  I put my hands on either side of his
waist and began to knead and massage my way up to his armpits, using my
thumbs to reach over onto his stomach and chest.  As I leaned forward to
reach to his armpits I could feel his hard dick contact my stomach and my
hard dick make contact with his scrotum and the bottom of his dick.  We both
let out a gasp and our peckers jumped and twitched.  I leaned back and broke
contact and let my hands run up his stomach to his chest.  I laid both palms
over his breasts and massaged in circles.  Even on his back, his tits were
little peaks with hard nipples on the top like the cherry on a chocolate
sundae.

I adjusted myself a bit so that my hands were on either side of his
shoulders and bent down and licked his nipples one by one.  As I did, I had
to scoot up so that our cocks we in full contact.  As I licked his nipples I
stroked back and forth against his groin with mine.  The slippery contact
caused by sweat and precum was driving us both to the brink, but I didn't
want this to end just yet.

I leaned farther forward and placed my lips on his.  He lifted his head to
meet me and parted his lips enough to let me explore inside.  His arms went
around he and he held me tight for what seemed like hours.

I broke the kiss and retreated south to a position between his legs.
Without waiting, I skinned his foreskin all the way back and went down on
his cock.  He drew in a quick breath and moaned all the while he was letting
it out.  I drove my head down as far as it would go without choking and then
slowly slid my lips along its length on the way up.  I tongued his head at
the top and went right back down.  His hips were moving to meet my movements
and his head was thrashing from side to side.

"Oh, my God, Oh my God," he said over and over.  I knew I must have been
doing something right.  I kept my left hand on the base of his cock and took
his balls in my right hand.  I gently let my fingers barely touch and tickle
his balls and he spread his legs further.  I let my middle finger trace the
line between his scrotum and his anus and back, all the while keeping up the
pace of my bobbing on his tool.

"Oh! Oh!" he panted.  I knew he was close and wasn't going to deny him this
cum.  I felt his balls tighten up and his head swelled in my mouth.  I could
feel his shaft twitch, so I moved my tongue to massage the tube on the
underside of his cock and I shortened my strokes on it.

"Here it comes!" he said, as if I didn't know it!  I felt a pulse and a
little cream, but then a series of about six pulses that filled my mouth
with his cum.  His butt was clear off the bed as he thrust to expel his
load.  After the last shot I sucked the remaining dribbles out and he
relaxed back onto the bed.

There was complete silence except for the rapid breathing and heaving of his
chest.  I had dropped his cock out of my mouth and it was rapidly shrinking
and leaking a little more goo onto his bush.  I lay next to him on the bed
to let my jaws recover.  I lay on my side and watched him as he regained his
composure and powers of speech.

"Man, I don't know how you do it!" he said.  "I feel well and thoroughly
blown!"

"I'm glad you liked it." I said.  "I enjoyed it, too."

We rested like that for a few minutes until we were breathing regularly and
could see straight.

"Can I do you now?" he asked.

"Have you ever done this before?" I asked.

"No, but I'm sure if I do what you've shown me, it will work just fine!" he
said.

He slid down the bed while I lay on my back and he wasted no time in getting
my cock into his mouth.  There was no foreskin to contend with, so he rubbed
my chest with one hand while rolling my balls around in the other.  I
reached up and felt his breasts as they hung down and was in heaven.  He
sucked like a natural and copied my techniques.  He was a fast learner.  I
was a fast responder, too.  It wasn't long before all my sexual tension
reached its peak.  I was going to tell him I was coming, but the words
didn't come out soon enough.  I lifted my ass off the mattress and blasted a
copious load of jizz into his mouth.  His eyes opened wide, but he swallowed
and stayed with it until I was done.  He flopped down beside me, spent and
satisfied.

We lay there until I made a move to get up.  "I have to get back to work
before someone misses me." I said.  It was already 9:15 and I hurried to get
my clothes back on.  He stayed naked and walked me to the door.

"Are we going to do this again?" he asked.  I leaned into him and kissed him
on the mouth.

"Just as soon as humanly possible." I said.  I slipped him a card with my
work number on it.  "Call me and we'll make it happen."

I let myself out and went back to work with a smile on my face.