Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 23:07:34 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: SOMEONE FOR DOUG  Chapter 4 (LJB)(MM BM 1st oral anal teen2B)(4/6)

The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author.  If
you are looking to get off quick, read something else.  This story is
presented in serial form and you'll read background, before you get any
mind-blowing sex scenes.  If you are bothered by same sex relationships,
read no farther.  This is a story about the interaction of males with each
other in a fictional setting.  It's a story with some sex, not sex with
some story.

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Hope that you continue enjoying the story.       LJB

Someone for Doug


Chapter 4

Rich had been joking about `James Hospital for Recovering Leg Injuries',
but in less than 24 hours my patient load had doubled.  Not that I'm
complaining.  They were about the best patients anyone could ask to have.
I had Doug's first set of treatments done by the time Billy woke up.  Rich
had pegged it right on the nose about his bruising this morning.  His face
had several colourful marks as well as the sutured gash over his eyebrow.
His chest and ribs showed several specific areas where he had been hit or
kicked and the right side of his groin from his navel to his knee was a
vast scene of purples, yellow and blues.  He was a mess and when I sat and
explained then showed him his injuries, even he was shocked.

Billy accepted what was being done for him with thanks and made no demands.
Mrs. Frye brought him a tray with breakfast on it and made a fuss over him
which seemed to do him a lot of good.  I realized he was in need of
positive attention and knew his recovery would be accommodated by seeing he
received it from all of us.  The balance of the morning was spent getting
both of my patients set for the rest of the day.  Bathing was looked after,
beds were changed, Billy was loaned one of my pajama tops, bottoms were
left until the swelling had subsided.  Ice packs were applied, exercise and
massage done and helpful medications were ingested.  Both boys took great
interest in what was happening to the other.  Doug almost fell out of bed
once trying to keep track of what was happening with Billy.

By noon when Jim Reynolds and an unexpected visitor stopped in, everyone
was polished and squeaky clean.  Mrs. Frye admitted the visitors.  Jim
proceeded in to see Doug and his companion went in and sat in the waiting
room.

"Hey, wassup."  Jim hailed as he walked toward Doug.

"Likely you, horndog."  Doug responded jokingly.

"Could be, could be."  Jim agreed.  "I don't got all day to sit around
jerkin' off like certain other people."

"If you only knew the truth about that."  Doug replied wistfully.  "Hey,
meet my roommate, Bill."

"Hey."  Jim said, waving over at Billy.  He got a wave back.  Jim wondered
what was going on but decided not to ask.  He made some small talk with
Doug and brought him up to date on the latest school gossip.

"Who came in with ya'."  Doug asked.

"Well you got to guess."  Jim teased.  "Who's the very last person you
thought would ever come over here to look at your slack body layin' around
?"  Doug thought hard and threw out a few tentative names.  "You aren't
even in the ballpark, Shorty."  Jim walked over to the archway and signaled
the waiting person should come in.  There was some hesitation, with Jim
having to convince the visitor to come and very slowly someone came into
the room.

It took Doug a moment to recognize the immense form of "Bruiser" Campbell.
Instead of his normal attire of soiled jeans and baggy checkered shirt, he
wore slacks and a pullover sweater.  He looked excellent.  Hair was combed
and there was a suspicion he had even shaved and washed his face.
"Bruiser" was a young man who had moved into town a couple years ago from
life on a working farm.  The old saw, 'You can take the boy out of the
farm, but you can't take the farm out of the boy', seemed to live in
"Bruiser".  An intelligent young man, he appeared to allow himself to fall
into and believe the `country hick' stereotype image and constantly lived
down to that level.  Doug and Jim had never fallen for that line of
thinking and had always demanded maximum effort from him, on and off the
football field.

"Hey `C'.  Nice of you to come over to see me."  Doug greeted the young man
fondly.  Doug had never liked the nickname "Bruiser" considering it a
negative label and had always referred to his teammate as `C', feeling it
more intimate than using a last name.

"I wanted to see if you were better."  `C' responded to him.  "Does it hurt
you to be like that."  He pointed to the way the casted leg was suspended
from the bed frame.

"Naw, that don't hurt at all."  Doug told him cheerfully.  "It's up there
to keep the swelling in my leg down.  Now this hip over here.  That's the
one that's really sore.  But only when I laugh, so don't make me laugh,"
`C'."

"I wouldn't do that to you , Doug."  the big guy said with all sincerity.

"Aw, god `C', your makin' me laugh."  Doug snorted and chortled.  The big
boy stood and glared at Doug.

"You're teasin' me, aren't you Doug ?"  `C' asked very seriously.  "You're
the only one who ever does that without trying to make out I'm stupid.
That's why I like you.  You and Jim."

"I like you too, `C' and you forget about that stupid stuff."  Doug assured
him.  "You're not stupid by any means, you just need to develop your sense
of humour."

"You guys are the only ones who are nice to me."  `C' stated.  He turned
slowly and looked at Billy as he lay on the couch watching them, staring at
him intensely.  "I know you, don't I ?"  Billy didn't respond, just looking
back at the "Bruiser".  "You go to Beckworth and you're on their football
team."  Billy continued to stare at the immense boy as "C" started moving
toward him.  "I saw you there.  Did you hurt Doug ?"

"No, I didn't hurt Doug."  Billy answered `C's' question emphatically as
the hulking form loomed over him..  "I wouldn't do something like that and
I argued against it when it was planned."

          *********************************************************************

"Have you decided what to do about it ?"  I asked.  He stopped for a moment
and nodded then returned to his task.  "Would it be too much for you to
tell me what you decided ?"  He raised his head.

"I'll tell you later.  I'm busy right now."  he said and again returned to
his task.  I sat there patiently, waiting to see what came next.  He raised
his head again.  "Am I the only one here, or are you going to be part of
this tonight ?"  I thought about it and decided if I went along with what
he wanted we wouldn't get anything discussed.

"Talk first, sex later.  Come on, I'll make it worth your while."  I
coaxed.  He looked at my cock standing up straight in front of him, wet
from the sucking he had been doing.

"Okay," Rich moaned, "as usual I am subject to your desires."  he
exaggerated his perturbation and rolled over onto his back looking back
over his forehead at me.

"Aw, poor baby," I commiserated, "never gets what he wants."  We both
started to laugh.

"Trouble is," he replied, "I'm use to getting what I want all the time.
Maybe you're too good to me."

"I could never be too good to you, my love."  I told him as I leaned over
and kissed him.  "Now tell me what's going on."

"The police have started to investigate the circumstances around Doug being
injured."  he told me, turning back over and running his tongue from the
base of my sac to the head of my staff.  Concentrating on what we were
discussing was not going to be easy.  "Their investigation has been quiet,
so there will not be speculation within the community.  Billy will likely
be interviewed sometime this week."  He dove down on my cock again,
embedding the head well into his throat.  I couldn't help but gasp which
just encouraged him.

"My two weeks off work are done Monday."  I reminded him.  "Doug's hip has
almost mended.  The help he needs is greatly reduced.  Billy is fine.  The
only reason he is still sleeping on the couch is because he doesn't want
Doug to be alone.  His bruising has almost faded and he is almost back to
normal.  It's time for us to have a talk with him about the immediate and
long term future."  There was a pause in the conversation as he slid back
up my shaft and paused at the head to swirl his tongue four or five times.
He was starting to rev my engine.  He combed his fingers repeatedly through
the thick pelt of blonde hair which surrounded my cock and balls.

"We'll do it this weekend."  he said.  "How is the new infatuation going ?"
He leaned down and started tracing the outline of my balls in their
tightened sac."

"It's not going to be an infatuation for very long."  I informed him.
"Dave has asked to continue coming over to do Doug's therapy every
afternoon.  I think this is getting more serious all the time.  He's taken
to sitting and waiting for Dave to arrive each afternoon."  Rich stopped
what he was doing and for the first time since we started talking seemed
interested in the conversation.

"You're sure about him then."  he asked.  "You're sure he's gay and not
just experimenting."  He pulled himself up and sat next to me, leaning
against the head of the bed.

"No, I'm not sure."  I responded.  "These things have no guarantee, they
need to decide for themselves.  I know for certain Dave has decided, but I
don't know about the kid.  If he's going to find out then Dave is a good
choice, but I think I should warn Dave, so he isn't hurt too badly if
things don't develop."  I slid down in the bed and nibbled on Rich's
hardened nipple.  Now I was encouraged by a gasp and moan.

"Yes, you better prepare him.  I don't know about women, but he's never
been with a man."  he told me.  "He told me as much the first night."
While he spoke I slid down further and licked a few drops of his sweet
clear syrup from his abdomen where it dripped from the end of his hard
stick.

"What about his parents.  How are they going to react when he shows up with
Dave as his 24 year old boyfriend ?"  I wanted to know.  I caught the head
of his wagging dick in my mouth, ran my tongue back and forth through the
slit at the end and then dove down to the root.

"You're going to have to talk with your mouth full if you keep doing that."
he told me.  "Billy's parents have started attending marriage counseling.
I don't think they'll be meeting any of his friends for some time.  Stop
that.  You're going to make me cum and I want you in me when that happens."
I shifted around between his legs and pulling him down to me, lifted his
legs and dove into his pink pucker.  "I take it our conversation is over."

It was indeed over.  Our words were very quickly replaced by Rich moaning
loudly as I worked my muscular tongue over his tight pucker and slowly
persuaded it to relax and open.  Moving back up to suck on his pliable sac
I eased my moistened index finger into him and found his ever ready joy
button.  More gasps and whimpers gave approval to my efforts as I opened
his soft tunnel and orally reclaimed the length of his stiff dick.
Lubricating my own stiffy I positioned myself and mounted him pushing into
him carefully.  A loud groan escaped from both of us as I expanded his
tunnel with my throbbing 9" staff.  As I hit bottom I leaned in and offered
my lips to him.  They were accepted and his tongue played with mine lightly
as we kissed.

I began the short stroking which we both enjoyed at the beginning and
slowly lengthened out the stroke until I was withdrawing and returning 8.5"
in repeated drives that elicited grunts from both of us.  We had grown
accustom to the meaning of the sounds each other made and could adjust our
love making until the proper audio indicator signaled the response desired.
Rich made a purring sound in his throat when my shaft would slide over his
prostate.  Once he started purring in regular succession I knew I should be
approaching my own climax as Rich would start to soar in very short order.

Rich locked his feet behind me and pulled himself up tight against me with
each downward thrust I made.  We were both reaching the pinnacle and then
it was upon us.  I dove as deep as possible into his body as he clasped me
with all his might.  His hose spurted his liquids cementing us together as
I cooled his sheath with my deep sprays.  Our minds soared to those heights
we had only discovered since our bodies had first become one.  As the
muscles in our bodies ended their spasms and relaxed we became restful in
each other's arms and kissed again expressing the dedication we felt.

          *****************************************************************

"Did Josh talk to you about you and me the next few weeks ?"  I asked him.
I wanted to know first hand that he was all right with this arrangement.

"Ya.  He asked me about it yesterday."  Doug responded.  "I told him it was
fine with me as long as you were okay with it.  I got no problem."

"I told them it was okay with me, if you were okay."  I assured him.  I sat
down on the edge of the bed and looked directly at him.  "You know about
me, don't you ?  You know I'm gay ?"

"I know how you and Dave look at each other."  Doug replied.  "I know that
look, I see it all the time in this house.  When are you two going to do
something about it ?"

"I don't know what to do."  I admitted.  "I'm afraid if I do the wrong
thing he'll think I'm not interested, or too aggressive or something else
and he'll stop coming and I won't see him anymore."

"This is your first time, your first male relationship, isn't it ?"  Doug
asked.  I just nodded.  I wanted to talk to Doug.  I felt a closeness to
him.  We had been practically living with each other for nearly two weeks.
I had just never had a really close friend and I didn't know how much I
should say about my feelings.  "Listen I may not have a lot of experience,
all I've ever had is the most wonderful, super, terrific blow job in the
entire world, but only once.  I'm still trying to figure how I feel about
the rest of it, but if you want to talk, I'm your man."

"Thanks, Doug.  Sometimes just knowing there is someone willing to listen
to me is all I need."  I told him.  "So you're sure it's okay if I look
after you for the next few weeks while Josh goes back to work ?"

"Yes.  I don't need much looking after, but your company will be very much
welcome."  he assured me.  I heard the sound of the front door opening and
realized it was the time Dave arrived to do Doug's massage therapy.  I
turned slightly and caught sight of him entering the house.  A few minutes
later Dave came into the room.

"Afternoon, guys."  he greeted us.

"How are we feeling today ?"  we all said in unison, then everyone started
laughing.  We all assured each other we were fine.

"Dave, come over and sit on the other side of my bed for a minute, I need
to talk to you."  Doug said.  I started to leave, but Doug grasped me wrist
and indicated he wanted me to stay.  Dave came over and sat.  "Dave, my
friend Bill and I were talking.  We've been trying to figure out when you
are finally going to ask him out."  I'm sure that my face went as white as
Dave's face went red.  I wanted to leave, but Doug continued to hold on to
my wrist.

"I......I.....I didn't think he would go out with me."  Dave stuttered.  He
glanced over at me and turned even a brighter red.

"Well he would."  Doug asserted.  "And did you know he's 19.  Legal age.  I
bet if you took him to a bar you might even be able to get him drunk enough
to have your way with him."  That did it.  Now I'm sure I turned beet red
too.  "In his mood, one drink should do it."  Now I glared at him.

"Doug, I think you've said more than enough."  I told him.

"No I haven't."  he replied.  "Now listen you two.  You like each other.
You both want to get to know each other.  Now set a date and do something
about it.  How about dinner, tonight ?"  Dave looked over at me.

"I'd really like to have dinner with you tonight."  Dave said.  "Will you
?"

"Yes" I answered.  I reached up and pretended to clip Doug on the chin with
my fist.  "You deserve a good beating, but thanks."

"Don't worry about a beating."  Dave said.  "I still have his hip massage
to do and there are muscles he didn't even know he has, up `til now."  We
both grinned at Doug evilly.

          *******************************************************************

How do you tell a man that after nearly 40 years of serving mankind his
career is about to end and he is going to die ?  There are a number of
nasty diseases in medicine, but degenerative disorders, those that cause
someone's muscles and nerves to stop function so their bodies no longer do
what they expect are among the most insidious.  Dr. Wilbur Simpkins was
sitting in my office and in a few moments I was going to confirm what I
believed he already knew, end his career and prepare to watch his life end.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Simpkins."  I greeted him as I entered the office.

"I generally expect those who have given me complete physical examinations,
know me intimately enough to call me `Wil'."  he said.  "You are the only
man living to fit into that category, so please do so."

"Yes, Sir."  I replied.  "It would be a privilege."

"Don't feel so honoured, Rich."  he responded.  "I'm only skin and bone
like everyone else, as you are about to tell me."

"Wil, I don't like having to confirm a conclusion I expect you have already
summarized."  I told him looking straight into his eyes.  "You have A.L.S.,
Lou Gehrig's Disease."  He didn't waver from looking back into mine.

"I won't ask if you're sure.  I came to you because I knew you would be."
he said.  "How much longer may I perform surgery ?"

"Yesterday."  I answered.  I saw a tear form.

"Of course.  You are right."  he conceded.  "Too much risk to my patients.
I've been a surgeon all my life.  What will I do with myself ?  My wife
will leave me if she has to put up with me all the time."

"You're still a Doctor."  I answered.  "There is nothing wrong with your
judgment and with proper management you still have some productive time."

"Remember what I told you about being arrogant, stubborn and full of
myself.  Well it's not an uncommon comment about surgeons."  he confided to
me.  "I haven't dealt with people as people for many, many years.  I'm not
certain I remember how.  And to have to set up a new office practice, it
just doesn't seem like something I can do.  There is a certain appeal in
being able to sit and talk with a person for 5 or 10 minutes and understand
who they are, but it wouldn't be fair to build a practice and then leave
them floundering because I couldn't keep my commitment to them."

"I like the way you think about people, Wil."  I said.  "Why don't you take
a few days and consider if you would have any desire to come and work here
with me on a part-time basis.  I am always happy to have my patients served
by a good physician and I am sure you recognize there would be other
benefits to your being close at hand."

"If you expect me to say `No' out of hand and take you off the hook for
making such an offer," he replied, "you made a bad move.  I'll think it
over and start next Monday.  Right now I have to go and rearrange my
surgery bookings to get other doctors to replace me."

"Don't back out on me."  I told him.  "Bring your wife to dinner tomorrow
night and we'll all talk further about it."

          ******************************************************************

"Are you sure about this ?"  he asked.  "I don't want you to do anything
you're not sure about."  Dave's voice was gentle as he questioned me.

"I'm sure, Dave."  I replied.  "I want it to be you and I'd like it to be
tonight."  I was looking into his deep brown eyes and I felt like I was
staring into eternity.  "We've been going out together for the past two
weeks and I feel so strongly about you.  I would say I love you, but I'm
not sure I really understand what love is.  I've been alone so long until
Doug became my friend.  I love him and Josh and Dr. Rich for everything
they've done and mean to me, but I feel differently about you, as though
you've become a part of me."

"I know I'm in love with you, Billy."  he said.  "I want you desperately,
but not if you aren't sure.  I want us to be together, but only when you
are ready."  I looked more at his handsome face.  Bushy eyebrows that
matched his dark brown hair.  High cheek bones and full lips which I had
grown addicted to kissing.  His five o'clock shadow always made him appear
more sexy, if that were possible.  He was 5 years older, he was
experienced, he had a gentle, caring personality and he wanted me
apparently as much as I desired him.

Doug and I have talked about this.  I told him I thought I wanted Dave as
my lover and he said he was pleased for both of us.  He said he thought we
were both lucky and getting a good deal in each other.  Dave has gone very
slowly with me.  He has talked to me about everything before we become
involved.  He told me what he wants in a partner and I explained I did not
know what I was looking for, but the more I get to know him, the more he is
what I want.

Dave said his fear of being involved with me was the 5 year age difference.
I told him five years was nothing and when I was 31 and he was 36 we
wouldn't even notice.  He explained it was the 5 years now which troubled
him.  He has had those 5 years to experiment, decide what he likes, who he
likes and come to understand himself as a sexual person.  He thinks I also
will need to go through such a period to discover myself before I am truly
ready to commit to only one person.

If what he says is true, I still want him to be the one I learn from.  He
is kind and gentle and considerate and I have this sense in my soul he is
the only one I will ever need, but I will respect his wisdom and experience
and take things slow.  I am hoping he will come to love me so much he will
keep me and never let me go.

We had come back to Dave's apartment after dinner.  I have been here before
and then we sat on his couch and kissed for many hours.  We have even
stroked each other's body and put our hand under the other's shirt to
lightly touch bared skin back and front.  It might seem strange if someone
were to see us.  I'm almost 6" taller than Dave and have a larger frame.
He is compact and solid and for his smaller size has better developed and
toned muscles than I have.  He is a powerhouse and I pity the person who
tries to get in his way.  With all his strength and power he is gentle and
soft spoken and I have learned some very important things about being a man
by just being with him.

"Can we go in and lay on your bed ?"  I asked.  He nodded and pulled me up
from my seat as he rose.  When we entered the bedroom I stopped and began
to undress.  Dave turned and watched me.

"You have your mind made up, I see."  he told me.  I nodded.  "Then let me
do that for you."  I had slid off my shoes and undone my shirt.  He came
over and slipped it off my shoulders.  As he did he stroked my shoulders
and ran his hands down my back and over my butt.  My flesh tingled where he
had touched me.  With one hand still on my butt and the other at the back
of my head he guided my head down to him and kissed me gently.  Releasing
my lips, he slid to my nipple and gently nibbled on the nub until it pushed
out hard and swollen.  He then moved over to the other nipple and treated
it to the same delight.

While my attention was fixed on what Dave was doing to my chest and the
feelings it was generating in my groin he unclasped my jeans and lowered
the zipper slowly.  My dick was hard and pushing and when the stays were
released it protruded out of its confines and ended up in Dave's hand.  His
touch on my rigid mast caused me to gasp and throw my head back with a loud
moan.

"Soon enough my love."  Dave murmured, stroking my shaft slowly and
spreading the moist dew seeping from the end of it all around the head.  He
slid my jeans and underwear down my legs and held them while I stepped free
of them.  He stepped back and looked at me.

"You are a handsome, sexy stud."  he told me.  "What you are offering me is
a prize of great value and I honour you for choosing me."  He came back
close to me and we kissed again.  The kiss was again gentle, but it
conveyed a fire which caused me to shiver in his arms.

"May I undress you ?"  I asked.

"Of course, anything you want."  he replied.  I ran my hand under his golf
shirt up his defined abs, over his taut pecs and along his muscled
shoulders as I lifted the shirt over his head.  He was so beautiful.  The
nests of dark hair under his arms were soft as my finger tips slipped
through them pushing the shirt up his solid, muscled arms.  I pressed my
chest against his lightly furred pecs loving the soft curly hair tickling
my erect nipples.  He lowered his head slightly, tonguing the sensitive
discs again to ensure they remained maximally erect.

I traced the line of fine hairs from below the Vee of his pecs to his
navel.  It was a hard button of slightly protruding skin and I fell to my
knees and worshipped it with my tongue.  Undoing his slacks I followed what
had now become a bushy treasure trail down to where his shorts were being
pushed away from his body by his lengthening tool.  I paused, fascinated by
the growth of his shaft as it lengthened upward and upward, the cut crown
pushing past the waistband of his shorts and creeping up to his navel and
then continued on.  I looked up into his eyes with surprise and wonder on
my face.

"12 «"."  he answered my unasked question, a look of concern on his
face.  "I won't hurt you."  he assured me.

"I know."  I replied.  "I was just surprised.  It's so much bigger than
anything I've ever seen before."  I leaned in and swiped the exposed shaft
and head with my tongue several times as I hooked my fingers in his slacks
and shorts pulling them to his ankles.  He eased off his shoes as I held
them and stepped out of the pile of clothes gathered around his feet.  As I
straightened back up my eye was caught by the dangling white sac below his
towering mast and surrounded by thick, bushy, black hair.  I leaned in and
captured one of the robin's eggs dangling in the pliable sac before me.
Dave held my head tenderly and groaned loudly.

"I want all of you."  I said as I released the firm nut.  He guided me up,
still holding gently to my head.

"We're going to go very slowly."  Dave said firmly.  "First we need to know
each other before we try to put anything together."  He indicated I should
lay on the bed.  When I was settled he lay down next to me, but reversed so
we were head to cock.  I didn't need any encouragement.  I reached out and
grasped his meaty stick.  My hand just went around it barely.  The
glistening helmet shaped crown was calling out to me and I licked it
enthusiastically, loving the flavor of the clear liquid which oozed from
the large slit at its end.

This was all new to me.  I had never done anything with another man before
and I found I was wishing I had followed my impulse last week to see if
Doug would let me try on him, so I would now have some better idea of how
to proceed.  Dave had done what I did and licked the head of "Mr. Lucky",
my nickname for my dick, usually referring to my genitals as "Mr. Lucky and
his luggage".  What he had done felt so wonderful I realized I was getting
close to cumming.

"I'm really excited, Dave."  I alerted him.  "I might cum really fast."

"It's okay, Billy."  he told me soothingly.  "This is new to you.  Control
comes with experience.  You cum whenever you're ready.  There's always
another time, another load."

"I want to cum with you."  I told him.  "I want to cum when you fuck me."

"That takes practice, Billy."  he said.  "The stories always talk about
exploding together, but until you're in sync with a partner and able to
read their personal signs and sounds, it doesn't happen a whole lot.  For
now, let's just get to know how each other works, what you like, what you
don't like and what makes you cum too fast."

"Okay, you're the boss."  I responded.

"No, I'm your partner."  he corrected me.  "I'm in this for us, not just
for me.  I will make love with you, not fuck you.  Someday maybe when you
want me to, but not for quite a while."  I didn't understand the
difference, but thought I would ask at some other time.  I had calmed down
while we talked and now went back to where his syrup was starting to drool
onto the sheet.  Quickly reclaiming lost treasure I engulfed the top three
inches of his mighty staff and moved my head over the puffy dome.  Dave had
swallowed `Mr.  Lucky' and was stroking him with his lips.  I attempted the
same movement and as soon as he touched the back of my mouth I started to
cough and gag.

"It takes a lot of practice."  Dave advised me.  "Hold the shaft with both
hands and jack them when you move up on the shaft."  I followed his advice
and soon had a pretty good rhythm going.  Dave had been slowly pleasuring
me and the chills and warm feeling he was creating were making me approach
a climax.  My breathing was getting short and uneven, but I concentrated on
keeping Dave stimulated.  His shaft seemed to be getting firmer and
stretching out further.

Suddenly, Dave applied intense suction to "Mr. Lucky" and dragged his
tongue repeatedly across the sensitive underside where the skin attaches to
the head.  At the same time the hand which had been gently caressing my
butt and had worked its way into the crease and rubbed the tender rosebud
pushed a finger deep into my tunnel.  That did it.  I started pumping shot
after shot of my fluids into Dave's mouth.  I was so surprised at this
climax which had snuck up on me I almost choked on the first spurts of
Dave's liquids flooding my mouth.  I swallowed and swallowed the sweet
nectar until there was none left.  We both released our captive and fell
over on our backs.  The surge I had experienced was beyond anything I had
ever known in intensity and pleasure.  A big smile curled my lips as I
recalled the emotions I had felt.  My smile was soon covered by Dave's lips
and he shared the intimacy of the moment with me.

"I expect to be provided with enough opportunity," I told him, "so I learn
very soon how to take in all of `the gentle giant'."  He looked at me
quizzically for a moment and then broke into a big smile.  "Well if `Mr.
Lucky' is going to have a playmate, he needs to know his name."

"I don't know about their names," Dave responded, "but I think I'm
Mr. Lucky having you with me.  I love you, Billy Edwards and `the Gentle
Giant' is yours."

"Good."  I replied.  "I love you too, Dave Giroux and `Mr. Lucky' is for
you, now and forever."