Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2012 18:44:32 -0500
From: nobus345 alfalfa <nobus50@hotmail.com>
Subject: WHAT A DRAG Part 3

WHAT A DRAG! (Mm) Part 3

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Chapter 3

My cock was aching for release by now.  I could feel the pre cum in my
pants and it felt like it must have soaked through my trousers.

"Can I see yours now?" he asked.  "I could do you but I've never really
done it to anybody else before.  I'm not sure what to do."

I undid my trousers and pulled them off along with my shoes.  I lay back
down on the blanket.

"Just do what comes naturally.  You don't have to do anything.  Really,
it's ok." I said.

Precum was pouring from me.  My boxers were soaked and I was almost at full
mast but still pointed slightly downwards.  Dave reached over and cupped my
penis through the slimy boxers.  He gave my cock a slight squeeze and it
hardened to a full erection almost instantaneously.

"Wow! Your's is big." he said.  "You dun'arf leak a lot!"

I smiled at the compliment but honestly I am not a monster.  Unlike so many
fictitious penises I would not put mine more than, perhaps, slightly above
average.

"Not especially." I said, "Yours looks like it will grow to be bigger when
you are fully matured.  And I'm only leaking like this cos you turn me on
so much!"

Dave continued rubbing around the head of my penis a little longer then
slid his hand under the material and touched my swollen head for the first
time.  He pulled my penis out and pushed my boxers down.  I raised my butt
slightly and the boxers were kicked off.  Dave leant over swirling his
fingers around the slimy head, staring intently at the end of my penis as
more precum oozed out.  He then slowly pulled my foreskin all the way back
as I had done to him and brought it all the way forward.  More precum
seemingly flowed from my tip and began to drip on to my stomach leaving a
long trail connected to my cock head.  This obviously caused great mirth to
Dave.  As he continued to squeeze my penis to extricate as much precum as
he could onto my belly.  Not really masturbating me but causing me a great
deal of pleasure none the less.

"It looks like you've come already!"  He said, and ran his index finger
through the small pool on my stomach.  He ran it between his thumb and fore
finger and looked intently at them and raised it to his nose.

"It don't smell of cum." He said.

Then he put his finger to the tip of his tongue.  As he did this I said,
"Well?  What does it taste of?  Do you like it?"

"Mmm, I don't know really.  But it's not too bad.  I think I prefer the
cider."



"So I suppose a blow job is out of the question, unless I cover my dick
with cider!?" I joked.

"I've never done that before." He replied.

Dave returned to gently wanking me and spreading my precum all over my cock
head.

I'll have to teach you." I said.  Dave smiled up at me with a broad grin
and began to wank me faster.  It felt wonderful having his light teenaged
hand around my cock stroking up my passion.  I had not felt this turned on
in ages.  My whole body felt like it was being aroused by Dave.  My mouth
was dry and my breathing started to become ragged.  I could feel an orgasm
building in my groin and spreading to the tips of my toes, the top of my
head and the ends of my fingers.

This was just lust; I needed release.  Dave kept up a steady rhythm and
very soon and I could feel my orgasm fast approaching faster and closer.

I am pretty sure Dave sensed this as he slowed down but squeezed a little
harder.  He was still sitting up leaning over me slightly and he placed his
other hand around my balls and ever so gently began rolling them around in
his hand.

It was no good I just lay back on the blanket, held my breath and closed my
eyes.  As the first ribbon of cum shot from my engorged head and landed in
my belly button I let out my breath in a loud groan.  Another ribbon of cum
shot up on to my chest.  Dave continued squeezing my cock as a third and
even stronger spurt landed on my chest, followed by more less intense
contractions.

I opened my eyes as Dave gently pulled my foreskin over my cock head
allowing more sperm to dribble down over his right hand.  He removed his
left hand from my balls and used it to help support himself and turned to
look down at me.  I was exhausted and lay there with a post orgasmic
expression of smile and wonderment.

"Are you ok?  Did I do it right?! He asked.

I could not speak and my face may have shown a slightly pained expression
as my brain deciphered all the signals coming from my groin.  I broke out
into a huge smile relaxed back on to the blanket and shut my eyes.

"That, Dave," I said lazily, "was the best wank I've ever had.  You were
brilliant."

Dave rubbed his hand over my deflating penis and rubbed the sperm all round
the head.  Then he sat back and put his index finger tentatively towards
his mouth.  `My God!' I thought, `Is he going to taste my sperm?' He put
his finger to his nose and sniffed, then poked out his tongue ever so
slightly and just for an instant placed his sperm laden finger on it.  Not
a lick but just enough to persuade himself that it was not poison.  Then he
did lick the end of his finger.  His face remained expressionless.

"Have you not tasted your own cum before?!" I asked.

He began to smile, "Yeah. I just thought it might be different. Sort of
salty but I don't think I could give anyone a blow job, though."

"You don't have to taste it when you're giving a blow job." I said, "Any
decent bloke would let you know if he was gonna cum and you could finish
him off by hand."

"Yeah, I s'pose." He said nonchalantly but obviously weighing the idea up
in his mind.

How lovely it would be to have his soft lips around my penis.  I could
imagine him licking and slavering over the end and then bobbing up and
down, burying his nose in my pubes as I shot a huge load of cum down his
throat.  I was jolted back to reality as he spoke.

"Have you ever given another bloke a blow job?"

"It has happened before occasionally."  I said.  "I have even swallowed
sometimes but I've not always wanted to."

I could guess where the conversation was headed.  Should I offer or wait
for him to ask?  I didn't really need to make a decision.

"Would you give me a blow job?"

Wow!  He was quick and eager to progress our sexual relationship.  I
thought I would tease him a little.

"Aren't you frightened that it might make you gay?" I teased.

"Nah! Besides it's just fun. It don't make you gay.  That's for sissies."
He reasoned.

He seemed to have it all worked out.  What does make someone gay?  What is
the definition of gay?  I suppose gay to one person might be different to
gay to another.  Sex was ok for Dave so long as he didn't become camp, it
would be alright.  Was he using me as a role model?  I was certainly not
camp and probably best described as bi-sexual but I loved being with other
guys especially young teenaged guys like Dave.  He was just experimenting
and enjoying the ride so far.  I wondered how far he would like to go.
Would he draw the line at kissing?  Would he reciprocate everything I did
for him?  I didn't care.  If all he ever did was wank me off again, I would
be eternally grateful.  Just to have the company of someone like him was
good but sexual favours too was wonderful!

"So what `messing about with mates' have you done?  How did it all start?"
I was keen to hear all the details of his gay experiences.  Were they like
my own?  Was he more experienced than he made out?

"I was with a mate a year older than me last year.  We were in the woods
near my house and I took a piss and so did he.  He just came and stood next
to me pissing and, well, we sort of looked at each other's cock and then at
each other.  After we had stopped pissing, you know when you're shaking the
drops off; he just kept on shaking it `til it got hard.

"Then he started slowly wanking it. I s'pose I did the same cos next thing
I know we're both wanking our cocks slowly.  Then he sort of reached over
and started wanking my cock.  It was great. Nobody had done that before and
I was spunking over his hand in no time.  Then he wanked himself off and it
was all over.

"Never really did anything again.  He never said anything and I s'pose he
got the willies that he might be gay or something.  I had a girlfriend so I
knew I wasn't queer but I never got a girl to wank me off yet."

If that was the truth and the whole truth Dave was young and keen but
frustrated.  No wonder he liked my advances; beer, ciggies, porn and sex!
No girl was going to offer him that and he, I assumed, just wanted some
experience.

Dave had returned to gently playing with his semi hard cock whilst relating
his brief account.  His cock was now getting much closer to it's full
length.  I never could estimate size in inches or centimetres.  It was what
you would expect to see on a fifteen year old lad in the full throes of
adolescence.  Not overly huge in any dimension but no shrinking violet
either.  I guessed he would finish up as Mr. Just Above Average, like
myself.

I reached over and took his hand in mine and began to wank his cock for
him.  His penis instantly regained its full girth under my ministrations.

"So you've never had a blow job?"  I enquired; now more certain of the
answer.

He did not reply, just shook his head slightly.  I pulled his hand away
from his cock and squeezed out a drop of precum and began wanking him
again.  I moved so that I was kneeling next to him facing him and leant
over towards his groin and looked up into his eyes.


I looked down at his engorged cock and his bush of curls around the base of
his shaft. Very slowly I leant forward and licked the tip of his penis.  I
tasted the precum that was oozing slowly from his slit.  I looked up at
Dave and slowly, ever so slowly licked up his frenum and over the slit.
His penis twitched beneath me and I momentarily lost contact.  Dave's face
was a picture!  New experiences can bring about the strangest of reactions.
For Dave it meant a sharp intake of breath and his eyes seemed to sink into
his head. His nostrils flared and his expression was of fear and
trepidation mixed with agony and extreme pleasure.  And I had hardly
started!  I was worried that despite this being second time round, he was
going to come before I had really got going.  `Well', I reasoned to myself,
`If he does come too quickly I will just have to start all over again; if
not today then some other time.  I'm sure I have got him hooked now and not
afraid of his gay side!'