Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2005 21:03:34 -0500
From: kenlou16 <kenlou16@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nudist Camp Vacation - Chapter 11

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You've all been so patient with Alan and his insecurities, I've decided to
post a little early!  Next week, don't look for Chapter 12 until Friday.
Surprises are coming in the next several chapters!  Enjoy!

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Live simply, love generously, care deeply and speak kindly.  Leave the rest
to God.  ;)

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FROM THE END OF CHAPTER 10:

I flipped off the CD player and the radio came on.  It was tuned to my
favorite popular music station.  I heard Johnny Mathis' dulcet voice
singing:

Each time I look at you is like the first time
Each time you're near me the thrill is new
And there is nothing that I wouldn't do for
The rare delight of the sight of you for

The more I see you, the more I want you
Somehow this feeling just grows and grows
With every sigh I become more mad about you
More lost without you and so it goes

Can you imagine how much I love you?
The more I see you as years go by
I know the only one for me can only be you
My arms won't free you, my heart won't try

I know the only one for me can only be you
My arms won't free you, my heart won't try

While I listened to every word, I was in tears.  This song describes
perfectly how I feel about Tim.  He helped me discover that I could love
again.  He showed me that someone could love me.  How could I be such a
fool?  I hurt the best thing to happen to me in years.

It became clear to me that I loved Tim all along.  I have the kind of love
for him that could conquer any adversity.  I thought about the difference
in our ages.  He made it clear it meant nothing to him.  Independently,
Stevey agreed.  And Bill, bless his heart, had implied I was screwing up
Tim's life by rejecting him.  In the final analysis, there are no years
between us.  I've been such a fool and I've done such a good job of
stomping on his heart, would he forgive me?  Could he forgive me?  Now that
I know what I must do, how should I go about it?  What could possibly
convince him that I'm not just some flaky bastard that would continually
hurt him?  Whatever I do, it had better be good, or he won't be convinced.

Lord, how did I ever get myself into this mess?  If I had just listened to
my heart in the beginning, I wouldn't have screwed things up like this!

I wracked my brain for hours.  Gradually, I developed what I thought might
be the perfect plan.  It just HAS to be!

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Nudist Camp Vacation
CHAPTER 11

This had to be the greatest adventure I've ever put together.  However, I
knew that I'd be walking a fine line between forcing him to go along with
what I wanted and giving him something he wanted.  I'll be walking on
eggshells the entire time, watching his reactions, making sure he's ready
before springing the next surprise on him.  He MUST be receptive at every
point!

I'll have to start small, then gingerly work my way up to the next step,
each step of the way.  It's going to be a bitch to get everything set up in
time, but if it's going to work, it all has to be ready the first thing in
the morning.

I began by taking my biggest risk and called some friends at four in the
morning.  I begged, bribed, bartered and cajoled.  Damn the cost!  This is
going to be the rest of my life!  (And Tim's, too, if it works!)  In the
end, one way or the other, it will have been worth every penny, drop of
sweat, lost hour of sleep and lost friend to make this happen!  If it
doesn't work, at least I'll have tried and maybe I can try something else,
later.  Maybe.  If I haven't already lost him.  (Please, God, please make
it work!)

I got to the office just before seven o'clock.  I hadn't slept and I was
running on coffee and adrenaline.  A few of my more die-hard employees were
already there.  They weren't surprised to see me, because I occasionally
arrived that early or even earlier.  However, they were surprised to see me
wandering around the office looking very suspicious.  After all, I did have
this huge smile on my face.  Either from lack of sleep, happiness or
nervousness, I was giddy and shivering.  A conspiracy is afoot and I'm the
conspirator!

I had plucked the largest and most beautiful long stemmed red rose I could
find from my garden.  It was huge and it was perfect!  I had carefully
taken all the thorns off it and had placed it in a tall, slender silver
vase.  It had several perfect leaves still attached to the stem.

I panicked when I realized I didn't know where his cube was, until I used
logic.  Reliable, unrelenting logic.  Finally, I found what I knew had been
an empty cube and it had Tim's name on some paperwork!  I breathed a sigh
of relief.  I placed the rose in a prominent place with a short note under
it.  It read, "Tim, please come to my office.  – A."  I don't think he
could possibly misunderstand my intent.

I went to my office.  While I waited, I made myself another cup of coffee
and checked on some of the arrangements I'd made.  Someone was looking over
me.  Everything was ready, it was only seven-thirty, and I don't think I
made anyone made enough to hate me.  At least, not yet!  As I relaxed in my
chair, my exhaustion caught up with me.  I laid my head on my desk.  "I'll
just rest my eyes a moment," I thought.  Never works for you either, does
it?

I woke with a start when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  At least I thought
it was a hand.  I jumped up, expecting to see Tim.  There was no one.  As I
shook the sleep out of my head, I heard a soft knock on the door.  A quick
glance at my watch: eight-fifteen.

I rushed to the door and opened it.  It was Tim!  He was carrying the rose
and an envelope.  I don't like the looks of this!  I whispered, "Please,
come in."

When he stepped through the door, I closed it behind him.  His eyes were
red and puffy and he was blinking a lot.  He probably hadn't slept either.
Aren't we the pair?  I was nervous.  Will he love me, still?

Tim whispered, "I came to return this.  You only give a red rose to someone
when you love them."  His voice cracked when he said "love."

I panicked.  This isn't the way it's supposed to work!  He's hurting too
much!  I choked, "I know, Tim.  That's why I gave it to you.  I've been
such a fool!"  Now, there's an understatement!

He stood like a statue, holding the rose as if it were nitroglycerine,
staring at my eyes.  Suddenly, he threw it at me!  It hit my chest and fell
to the floor.  Then he threw the envelope at me and shouted, "I QUIT!  NOW
YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ANYMORE!  I LOVED YOU AND YOU THREW ME AWAY!  WHAT
MAKES YOU THINK I CAN LOVE YOU, NOW?"  He fell to his knees, covered his
face with his hands and sobbed.

"Tim," I whispered through my own tears.  "I love you."

"No, you don't," he said weakly through his hands.  "How could you?"

I knelt in front of him.  Softly, I said, "Tim, I never encouraged you to
love me, did I?  But you did.  I know now that I love you, too.  I need
you!  You're all I can think about!  If you want me, I'm yours.  I can't
blame you if you hate me, but can you ever forgive me?  Can we start over,
again?"  I picked up the rose and held it, awkwardly.

He swallowed hard and wrinkled his entire face.  It was pure anguish.
Hoarsely, he asked, "What about our age difference?  The office?  How could
you change your mind that fast?"

"Tim, I know this seems sudden, but I've been up all night searching for
answers.  I finally realized that you're mature beyond your years and I've
never lost my young spirit.  That makes us a lot closer in age, at least
emotionally.  You're intelligent and we have the same interests.  We CAN be
happy together!  As far as the office is concerned, they'll all just have
to live with the double standard.  You know, sometimes . . . it's good to
be the king!"  I smiled at him.  I was trying to lighten the moment.  Was
it inappropriate?  I set the rose on the table beside me.

He smiled!  It worked!  Then he surprised me more when he whispered,
"`History of the World, Part One.'  I like Mel Brooks' movies."

He's nineteen going on forty!  I took a chance and put my hands on his
shoulders.  I stood and helped him to his feet.  This has GOT to work!
"Tim, please forgive me," I whispered.

He put his hands on my chest, looked deeply into my eyes and gave another
shudder.  In a husky voice he rumbled, "One condition: Don't ever doubt me
again!"  He screwed up his face when he said that.  He was so full of
emotion; I knew I had hurt him, very, very deeply.

I spoke through the lump in my throat.  "Tim, I promise with all my heart,
mind and soul that I will never question your love, ever again."  My face
must have shown that I was pleading with him.  I spoke from the depths of
my heart.  He must know how vulnerable I am right now.

Still looking into my eyes, he put his arms around me and pulled me close.
I closed my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.  Tilting my head I
moved in, but he pulled back.  He was staring deeply into my eyes.

"Are you sure?"

He's punishing me, and I deserve it.  "Tim, I've never been more sure of
anything in my life!"

He tilted his head and met my lips with his.  We kissed tentatively at
first, then deeply, passionately, until my lips felt bruised.  Then he
thrust his tongue into my mouth.  As he explored all the way to my tonsils,
my crotch turned to stone, I began to pant and search his body with my
hands.  It actually felt odd to feel clothes on him.

When we finally broke the kiss, I could feel his enthusiasm poke me in the
thigh.  He placed little kisses all over my face and down my neck, but I
stopped him.  "Tim, wait," I whispered.

His face reflected anger when our eyes met.

"No, please, Tim!  I want this to be special!  This will be your first
time, right?  You've never been with anyone, before?"

He grimaced and nodded.

"Then I want it to be your most memorable experience."

His expression changed to one of skeptical puzzlement.  He didn't yet seem
very sure of me.  I felt I had to convince him to go along with me.  I
smiled and whispered to him, "Tim, I have a surprise for you.  I want to
make you the happiest person in the world!  I've prepared something I hope
you like.  Do you want to see what it is?"

He relaxed his face and raised an eyebrow.  He's making me awfully nervous,
but he seems to understand that I'm sincere.

He looked at me, hard.  "All right, let's see this little surprise of
yours!  I think you owe me!  Don't you?"

I whispered, "Yes, Tim, I do."

His face became very serious.  "Alan, you hurt me.  You hurt me a lot!  I
loved you so much, and then you threw me away!  You fucking broke my
heart!"

I swallowed hard and whispered, "Yes, I know.  I was afraid . . . afraid of
falling in love with someone so young.  You showed me how wrong I was.  Can
you forgive me?"

He hesitated, drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, and then he
smiled at me.  "Yeah, I suppose."  He leaned down and picked up the
envelope.  Looking into my eyes, he hesitated, thinking.  Then, with great
ceremony, he tore the envelope and its contents in several pieces and
dropped them on the table next to the rose.

I watched his every move then strained to say, "Thank you."  I damn near
lost him!  He was beginning to fall out of love with me while I was falling
deeply in love with him!  I hope what I have in store is enough to restore
what he felt for me!  I'm not out of the woods, yet.

"Tim, I need to know: Do you trust me?"

He placed his arms gently around my neck.  I put my arms around his waist
and hugged him against me.  He looked searchingly into my eyes.  After a
moment, he tilted his head and kissed me.  He really KISSED me!  The kiss
was gentle at first, then full, heavy passion.  At the conclusion of this
wonderful petting, he said, "Alan, I've always trusted you.  You couldn't
have hurt me so much if I didn't.  I still trust you.  I suppose I always
will."

Thank you, Jesus!  "Tim, I promise, you'll never be sorry!  I want you to
know, I'm placing all of my trust in you as well.  It hasn't been easy
getting to this point!"

We looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever.  Tim finally
asked, "So, what's this surprise you have for me?"

I smiled wide and whispered, "Let me send an email, then we'll go."

Reluctantly letting him out of my embrace, I trotted to my computer and
typed out a quick message to Bill and Lucy.  It said, "I'm taking the day
off and Tim Smith is going with me.  We'll be incommunicado.  See you
Monday.  – A."  As I was about to send it, I asked Tim, "You ready to run?"

"Run?" he asked with a wide smile as he read over my shoulder.

"Yes, run!  As soon as I send this, that door's gonna bust open!  We're
going out the back way."  I pointed to my private outside door.  "Ready?"

He giggled and breathed, "Yeah!"

"Okay, here goes!"  I hit "send" and we ran.  We didn't stop until we
jumped into my Corvette.  I slammed the door as I pushed the key in and
turned it.  Just as it roared to life, I put it in gear and spun the tires
backing out of my parking spot.  We saw the door from my office open and
Lucy look out.  I thrust it into first gear and screeched the tires as she
waved wildly.  I don't know if she was waving out of happiness or if she
wanted something, I just didn't want to stop to talk to anyone, even Lucy.
I waved back at her as we sped toward the street.  Whatever she wanted
couldn't be nearly as important as Tim!  Nothing is going to interrupt this
day!

When we hit the street, I used all 400 horses.  As I accelerated and
shifted, I looked over at Tim.  The acceleration had pressed him back into
the seat.  He had this wild grin on his face and his eyes were huge!  I
laughed.  "Anything wrong?" I asked.  He was watching me, curiously.  It
feels as if I'm kidnapping him!

"Nope!  Nothing's wrong!  Somehow, this just feels right!  I feel like
you're giving me a chance."

Why did he choose those particular words?  They were the words Robert had
used in my vision: "Give him a chance."  Stevey spoke those same words and
now Tim, himself.  I think I should just accept it as confirmation that I'm
doing the right thing.  Otherwise, I'll think too much.

I reached over, grabbed Tim's hand, and held it.  "I'm giving you much more
than a chance.  I'm giving you my heart, patched up as it is."  He put his
other hand on top of mine.  His eyes were glued to me.  He didn't seem to
care where we were going.

I drove too fast all the way to the marina on the lake.  I don't know how
or why we weren't stopped.  I earned a dozen tickets for speeding, rolling
past stop signs, failure to yield, and on and on, but there was no one to
stop us.  It must have been that an angel was guiding us.

When I parked, we jumped out, I hit the door lock and we ran down to the
dock.  Tim followed me as we jumped onto the fantail of my boat.  It's a
55-foot cabin cruiser: another extravagant toy.

"WOW!" was all Tim said as he looked around at all the brass and mahogany
on the boat.  I chuckled at his excitement, reassured that he was still in
the right place with all this.

As we cast off, I caught a look at the very weary Perry Davis, the marina
owner.  I waved a big thank you and blew him a kiss.  He laughed and waved
us away.  Thank goodness, my early morning call didn't destroy our
friendship!  I had awakened both he and his partner, Randy.  They had been
casual friends of Robert and mine.  My last call to him from the office had
reassured me everything had been prepared.

We climbed the ladder to the flying bridge.  I saw that the engine
compartment blowers were already running, so I started the engines and
quickly exited the dock.

It was a calm day and the water was smooth.  As we settled into a high rate
of speed on the open waters of the lake, Tim's smile seemed to become
frozen on his face.  The wind was blowing his hair smooth to his head,
making him look even more voluptuous.  I can't believe this is happening!

"Alan!  This is incredible!" he shouted over the sounds of engine and wind.
"I love this boat!"

I laughed.  "You haven't seen anything, yet!"  I looked at him with what I
hoped was a twinkle in my eye.

He gave me one of those lusty looks and I nearly wet myself.  As far as I
was concerned, we couldn't get where we were going fast enough.

About thirty minutes later, I slowed the boat and idled into an inlet.  It
has a constricted mouth marked by large, prominent signs stating
threateningly, "PRIVATE PROPERTY, NO TRESPASSING."  The signs also cite
several laws and ordinances, hoping to scare away anyone who doesn't
belong.

It's a large inlet surrounded by cliffs, so it's very private.  I bought
the property all around it many years before and the property lines go all
the way to the center of the lake bottom, so I even own the land under the
water.  At the far end is what had been a gorge before the lake was formed
by the dam.  I carefully turned the boat around and backed into it.  It's a
short reach to cables to tie to the boat to keep it centered.  Most of the
boat is shaded by a large tree.

It wouldn't be nearly as suitable if it hadn't had a clear shot for
satellite access for internet, email and telephone.  It was all there and
fully functional, but for what I had planned, it would stay powered off and
silent.

As soon as the boat was secured, I led Tim by the hand into the stateroom.
I had intentionally not given him a tour.  If everything were in place, it
would all be a very romantic surprise.

The stateroom is surrounded by windows all around.  I turned to Tim and
gently pulled him to me.  "You said you trust me.  I want you to know that
if you get even a little bit nervous and want to leave, just tell me and
we'll go back."

He looked at me dreamily.  "Never!"

"I mean it.  If you ever want to go back, I'll drop everything and take
you."

"Shut up and kiss me!" he hissed.

I dove for his mouth, massaged his lips with mine and jousted with his
tongue.  This time when we broke the kiss and he began planting his little
kisses on my face and neck, I didn't stop him; I encouraged him.  My
trousers tented and my erection begged for breathing room.  I panted and
moaned.  Tim responded to every noise I made by becoming more and more
passionate.  I'm beginning to wonder if he's actually all that new to all
this.

As my hands continued their exploration of his thinly clothed body, I found
his buttons and loosened them.  I had to have his shirt off, but I was
determined to move slowly, seductively.  I want to treat him as if I were
sneaking up on him.  To move too quickly might frighten him.  Besides, I
want his first time to be perfect.  Carefully, I reached inside his shirt
and felt his smooth, hairless chest.  When I found his nipples, I brushed
them lightly, and then gently gave them a slight pinch.  He squealed and
went wild!  I made a quick note to remember his nubs are that sensitive!

Tim grabbed my shirt and ripped it open, spraying buttons all over the
stateroom!  There went THAT shirt!  He lunged at my chest and gobbled my
left nipple, suckling like a starving newborn.  His tender lips were all I
could think about until I felt his hands running through the hair on my
chest and across my back then to my abs.  It was as if he had to feel me
everywhere at the same time.  He pushed my shirt off and it dropped to the
floor.  When he found my belt and ripped it open, I gasped.  He was
attacking my pants, desperate to get them off me.

As he unfastened my pants and grabbed my zipper, he stopped and turned his
entire attention to it.  He dropped to his knees, holding my zipper, frozen
in his position.  He slowed to an excruciatingly deliberate pace.  He
looked up at me and I caught the look of heightened lust in his eyes.  I
whimpered.  I wet myself with precum.

That I had had no sleep only helped to remove any residual inhibitions I
might have felt.  I was one large orgasm waiting to happen.  He held still
until I became anxious for him to continue.  My dick was aching for him to
touch it.

Slowly, prong by prong, he lowered my zipper.  I felt each vibration as he
opened my fly.  I was on the brink of orgasm, but I wanted to stay there
and enjoy the agonizing ecstasy of the sensation.  When he finally had my
pants open, he grabbed them by the legs and slowly pulled them down,
sliding them off my hips, over my butt and off my thighs.  He pulled the
laces of my shoes and held them by the heels as I stepped out of them.  He
pulled a pant leg off with each shoe.  One by one, he pulled off my socks
and gave a quick but firm massage to each foot.  Where'd he learn that?

I had my hands on the sides of his head, running my fingers through his
hair.  I wanted to feel his mouth on my cock so bad I was afraid I'd
instantly blast an orgasm across his tonsils.  He rested his nose in the
front of my tighty whities and blew his hot breath onto my balls.  I almost
exploded, but all I did was moan.  Loudly!  Slowly, he pulled my underpants
away from my petrified pecker and released it to slap my belly.  While
holding them from touching my tube steak, he slowly lowered my shorts to my
thighs then freed them from my butt.  He slowly pushed them down to my
ankles and I stepped out of them.  His movements were slow enough that I
could feel them pass each hair on my thighs and legs.

Tim turned his attention to my still violent looking, but healing, bruise.
He gently brushed his fingertips over it then put tender kisses all over
it.  I'm dying!  He hasn't touched any part of my pleasure plumbing, yet!
But I'm determined to let him do anything and everything he wants.  When he
finished his tender kisses, he looked at my throbbing member, curiously.
Then he lunged at it and gobbled it into his mouth!  Just as I was about to
lose my load, he spat me out, stood up and looked into my eyes.  He's a
damned tease!

"Good?"

"Are you kidding???  Awfully FREAKING GOOD!"  I was squeaking!

He chuckled.  "Still think I need to learn?"

"Yes, but you learn quickly!"  That came out as a moan.  "I think it's time
for YOU to get some torture!"

He didn't protest as I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and down his
arms.  His skin is smooth and his tan is even.  His flesh is completely
unmarked by scar, blemish or even the smallest of freckles.  I felt of his
muscular upper arms and forearms as I brushed the cloth from his body.  I
began by kissing his hairless pecs and found his left nipple.  I gently
tweaked it with my lips and he half screamed.  So sensitive!  I licked it
and gave it a slight squeeze with my lips and he groaned and pulled away.
I pulled him back and kissed it hard, sucking on it as if for nourishment.
His moans turned to screams!  I licked and kissed my way across his beefy
tits to his right nipple and gave it the same treatment.  His reaction was
the same: a moan then soft screams, and then he grabbed my head and pressed
my face harder against his chest, so I sucked harder.  I pushed off his
nipple and dove into his armpit, alternately licking and kissing.  He
screamed again, in ecstasy.  I laughed.

"Like that, do you?"

He growled!  That was good enough for me.  I licked down his side and he
squirmed against the tickling.  I slobbered all around the waistband of his
pants and pushed my tongue along his fuzzy treasure trail into his pants.
He screamed again.  I was happy for the privacy of the location.  He could
scream all he wanted and no one would hear!

I looked up at him.  He had his head tilted back and his hands were still
on my head.  Since "turn about's fair play," I slowly undid his belt.  His
erection was straining the fabric.  He squirmed it into a more comfortable
position.  "It needs out, bad," he whined.

"In time.  In time."  I smiled up at him.  I wanted to teach him how erotic
clothes can be.  I unfastened his pants and lowered his zipper just as slow
as he had mine.  His mouth fell open and he cried as he watched me.  I
continued to watch him as I lowered his pants.  When I got to a certain
point, his dick jumped out of his pants and slapped my cheek.  He gasped!
He cheated!  He's not wearing underpants!  I let his pants drop, reached
down, and helped him step out of them and his loafers.

His lithe, bronze frame is smooth and sculpted with power.  The view of him
from the side with his lats flowing down to his flanks gets me so hot, I
could orgasm spontaneously.  Every square inch of him is perfection
personified.

He moved closer to me and aimed his throbbing member at my mouth.  I gulped
it down and held it.  The pressure would be enough to excite him!  I felt
him draw in a gasp and hold it.  His every muscle tensed as he stood on
tip-toe.  Time stopped for both of us.  Finally, I slowly let him out of my
mouth.  He screamed again, this time from frustration!

Teasing is a two-way street!  I kissed and licked the sensitive cleft
between his thigh and belly, on both sides.  Then I looked up at him and
stood.

"Are you enjoying this?"

"YES!  You're not done, are you?"  He sounded desperate.

I laughed.  "Not even close!  Follow me."  I led my naked lover by the hand
down the steps into the large cabin.  He whimpered along the way.

Perry had done well.  I switched on the dim lights and we could see and
smell fresh rose petals all over the bed!  Tim gasped!  It was well worth
that one instant of reaction!  The petals were a riot of color on the white
bed!  I don't know where he got them, but he must have raided the perfect
garden.  They smelled glorious!

I turned Tim's back to the bed and gently pushed him down onto the fresh
potpourri.  He flexed his abs as he fell slowly to his back.  The sight
made my heat rise.  I crawled up next to him and we hugged.  He pressed his
entire length against me and kissed me, desperately.

"Alan, this is wonderful!  I could never have dreamed this day would be so
perfect!"

"I'm so relieved you like it!  I didn't know if you would."

He rolled over on top of me, kissed me hard and pressed his tongue into my
mouth.  When I felt him humping me and whimpering, I quickly rolled him
onto his back.  I remembered how quickly he had climaxed when we first met.
I whispered, "No, you don't!  Not yet!"

I held his hands at his sides as I pushed his legs apart and knelt between
them.  I trailed kisses from his chest down to his balls, avoiding his
woody.  Taking one at a time, I kissed and rolled each around in my mouth.
Each one was a mouthful!  He moaned and convulsed with every sensation.
When his nuts drew up tight, I reached down and licked his perineum, then
pushed my tongue down as far as I could.  I brushed his rosebud.  At the
same time I touched it, he jumped!  He seems to be one raw nerve with all
the new sensations!

I slowly licked back up to the base of his substantial cock.  He IS
generously endowed!  Not overly thick, but quite long!  It's straight as a
rod, almost as long as mine is, but not nearly as thick, thank goodness!  I
licked all the way up his urethra to the underside of his helmet and back
down again.  He gasped and moaned.  Finally, I gulped his spongy mushroom
helmet into my mouth, pushed it into the back of my throat and held it
there.  He gave a long airy scream with every breath.  I think he likes it!
After he got used to the sensation, I pulled almost all the way off him,
ran my tongue around the underside of the head, and then took him all the
way to the root.  I buried my nose in his pubes just as I felt the head of
his cock push past my larynx.  That caused his loudest scream, yet!  I
don't THINK he's in pain!

I held him there as long as I could, then I came up for air.  After a
couple of breaths, I went down on him and slowly fucked my throat with his
ample appendage.  I reached down to his perineum and gently pressed two
knuckles into its softness, externally massaging his prostate.  He began
rocking and screaming!  Six more trips past my larynx, and he blew!  He
didn't give me any warning, but fortunately, I was all the way down on him
when he exploded, so it went straight down my throat.  He pumped so much, I
didn't know if he'd ever stop!  He was panting and wheezing heavily.
Knowing he'd be super sensitive, I slowly moved to where I was comfortable
and held that position.  When he started to soften and I was sure he could
stand it, I moved off him and finished swallowing his sweet load.

I moved my mouth to his.  I wanted him to taste himself.  He had his eyes
closed and he was breathless.  As soon as I touched his lips, he devoured
me.  He quickly thrust his tongue into my mouth and I could tell he tasted
it, because he slowed his movements and searched my mouth more
deliberately.  That sent me soaring!

Tim's energy seemed to be renewed, because he finished our kiss and forced
me to my back.  He searched and explored my body with his lips and tongue,
occasionally stopping to pull on my chest hair with his lips.  He finally
got to my balls and did the same thing for me that I did for him.  When he
licked my perineum, I spread my legs further and he explored deeper.  I
love a curious tongue!

It seemed as if he was trying to get to my love chute, because he kept
reaching lower.  Finally, he lifted my legs and buried his face between my
cheeks.  He searched until he found the target and teased at it until I let
him in.  Carefully at first, he explored with the tip of his tongue, all
the while sending me to the moon and back.  Then he pushed his tongue
deeper.  Again, I don't know where he learned that, but if he's doing
on-the-job training, I'm willing to be his subject!

I know I must have been making noises, but I don't know what they were.  I
was in paradise!  I was concentrating only on that very gifted tongue!  I
guess he finally found what he was looking for, because he slowly stopped
his exploration and moved back to my external plumbing.  He licked up and
down my shaft as I had done him then took me fully into his mouth.  I knew
he'd have some trouble.  I'm a little bigger than he is and he's a novice.
When he got me to his throat, I could feel teeth and he gagged.  He quickly
spat me out.  It's back to the classroom!

"How'd you do that?" he asked.

"The same way you get to Carnegie Hall: practice, practice, practice!"

He laughed.  "Okay, then be patient with me!"

I chuckled.  "Take your time!  I'm enjoying this to pieces!  Just one
thing: be careful with your teeth.  No one likes to feel teeth on that very
sensitive skin."

"Oh!  Sorry!"

I smiled and whispered, "Practice!"

He laughed and stroked me a couple of times.  Tim is the greatest turn-on
I've ever seen!  Once he gets his gag reflex under control, he'll be
dangerous to my concentration!  What am I saying?  I can't concentrate on
anything but HIM!

Carefully, he took me back into his mouth.  He can practice on me all day
long, if he wants!  This time he had his teeth covered.

I was turned on the point of overload!  The biggest thrill was not the
sensations he was giving me; it was that such an extraordinarily beautiful
hunk of humanity, the one I had finally let myself love, was taking my most
intimate parts into his mouth!  I was in HEAVEN and at the mercy of
Archangel Tim!

He carefully took me to the back of his throat.  Each time he got me back
there, he gagged a little less each time.  I could tell he was determined,
because each time he gagged, he forced himself down on me further.
Finally, he got it under control.  It was the fastest bit of learning I've
ever experienced!  I know some guys work hard to get over their gag reflex,
but Tim conquered his quickly!

Then he tried to do a deep throat.  He almost got me there, but I lost
control and exploded!  I was able to give him about a one-stroke warning
before it happened.  I don't remember ever having such a violent orgasm!
My first blast was long and sustained.  The rest were all spurts of smaller
and smaller quantity.  He gagged, gulped and sputtered as I overflowed his
mouth.

He pulled off me while I was still in my hypersensitive state, but I didn't
mind.  I'll tell him about it later.  He did notice that he had to peel me
off the ceiling!  He quickly swallowed and licked up every drop that
spilled from his mouth to my belly.

He was so adorable and proud of himself.  He was smiling like a Cheshire
cat.  We kissed passionately, but slowly, and cuddled.  We were entwined in
each other's arms and legs as we contentedly drifted off to sleep, victims
of our exhaustion.

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To be continued . . . .

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