Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 12:18:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: coxcomb rumbustious <rumbustiousboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Enticing Sleeper Part 3

I wasn't any good at all in school the day Richard left me, after I'd all
but raped him the night be4. He had a strange power over me that was
difficult to explain. I liked looking at him, touching him, and doing all
those nasty things I'd done to him. I had liked sex with other guys be4 and
usually, once the cumming was done, I moved on to other things. I'd never
had much luck with finding a boy to stay with.

That morning, I went to class late and my entire day was spent trying to
remember all the details I could about Richard. Besides the fact he was
great sex, there was little else to go on, except what he made me feel. He
was honest and forthright and he didn't try to feed me a lot of bologna
with the cream cheese, but I wanted to know more, and all day long I
thought about what I wanted to know about him and how I would find it out.

He'd left me with a kiss and his lips were on my mind, not to mention the
feel of his body and the sound of his voice. The thought of him made me
smile, when I should have been paying attention. Certainly he was handsome
in a rugged way and his body wasn't bad, especially when he used it against
mine. The one troubling aspect of our union was the fact I never satisfied
him. After making sure I had great sex, he almost immediately fell asleep,
leaving me in place with a prize that had milked me dry. I was sure he
liked our closeness. I sure did.

Of course I knew better than to start something up with him. He was
straight. He probably had more sex partners than he needed, and I was just
someone that came onto him, when he was too tired to object to my
advances. I wasn't sorry for what I'd done because it was one of the best
experiences I'd ever had with a guy. It may not have started with the best
of intentions, but it had ended that way, and perhaps that was my
punishment for taking advantage of the sleeping boy.

I found myself stopping by the mall on my way home from school. I watched
skaters out front and out back. Boys in the hall outside the men's room
with their skateboards leaned against the wall beside them caught my
attention. I was tempted to see if another skater could match Richard's
moves and excitement, but I resisted the part of me that longed to be more
free spirited, like Donnie.

I missed a few days going to the mall, but not be4 going up there every day
for two weeks. I hadn't gotten so much as a glimpse of him and I figured he
was busy elsewhere. Anyone as nice as he was certainly had lots of
friends. The fact he hadn't returned to see me should have told me that
waking up with a guy eating you're ass wasn't necessarily the best way to
win friends and influence people.

I'd asked Donnie if he'd seen him any number of times, but he didn't know
who I was talking about and then said he'd keep an eye out for him, after
the third or fourth time I asked. I told him I was just wondering and he
smiled and said that it was only obvious and guys as horny as Richard could
be found anywhere teens hung out. He even invited me along with him on one
of his cock searches. I let it pass and wasn't even slightly interested in
what motivated him to suck at least one strange cock a day.

I suppose it had been a month or more and I was no longer thinking about
Richard every day, well, not all day every day. The next time I went to the
mall I had a reason to go. Whatever the reason was, I can't recall, because
once I saw Richard, he was the only thing on my mind. It was crowded and I
was thirsty by the time I got there, so I went to the food court for a
beverage. I saw Richard with four other boys and they were all carrying
skateboards. One of them was carrying a huge pizza as they all laughed and
joked with people they passed.

I stood off to one side to watch him with his friends, thinking it not wise
to approach him there. They sat at a table with four chairs, which left the
smallest and youngest, a cute platinum blond kid with straight hair hanging
down on his 4head and his shoulders. Once four of them were seated, the
blond sat on Richard's lap, as he leaned to grab a piece of the pizza as
quick as the lid cleared the box.

It was a bit shocking to me to see the way the boy sat, because Richard
spread his legs wide a part and the boy planted himself right on Richard's
crotch. Had he put the crack of his ass on my cock like that, I'm not
prepared to say there wouldn't have been some necessary toll to sooth what
would have been my stiff savage beast. Even thinking about the prospects
got me hard.

No one else seemed to notice or to care but I was stunned by the suggestive
seating arrangement. They were all engaged in eating pizza and talking like
there was no tomorrow. The small kid turned around to look at Richard's
face when he talked to him and this put their lips no more than a few
inches apart, and still no one noticed but me. I'd once had a personal
relationship with those lips, and mine would have never gotten that close
to his and not have taken advantage of them. I guess my mind was dirtier
than I'd previously thought, because everything about the two boys sitting
that closely together was sexual to me.

They laughed loudly and gobbled pizza as quick as they could. I had gone
there to quench my thirst, and so I got in line for lemonade at Chick
Filet. I lost sight of Richard once people got in line behind me and I was
sure he'd be gone be4 I got my drink, or I'd sit down at a table where he
couldn't miss seeing me.

I wasn't paying much attention to anything in particular, when the guy
behind me got way too up close and personal for comfort. When I whirled
around to ask him what the fuck was wrong with him, there stood Richard,
smiling broadly at me, looking quite pleased to have run into me like this.

"Hey, dude, fancy meeting you here."

"Oh, hi," I said, trying to sound casual but feeling faint.

"Why didn't you come over and say hello?" he asked. "They don't bite but I
nibble a little."

"You were with your friends. You never did come back," I reminded him.

"Oh, yeah. It's nothing personal. I'm never quite sure how to take you
guys. I think I believe what you say and then I start thinking you're
running a game on me. Nothing personal."

"What?" I said, a bit hurt by his words. "Nothing personal. It was pretty
personal."

"Gay guys can be... I don't know. I thought about it," he said as I turned
around to make sure I didn't lose my place in line.

Richard moved up so close behind me that I could feel him pressing his cock
up against the crack of my ass and it was obvious what was on his mind. He
leaned his face close to mine and I almost lost it, hoping he wasn't going
to kiss me in front of the entire food court.

"You seem different," he said softly into my ear. "I almost forgot about
what I let you do to me that night. I bet you've already forgotten."

"Hey, why don't you two get a room," an offended patron suggested for
everyone to hear.

Richard slowly stood up to his full six foot three inches and at first
turned only his head to look behind him be4 turning completely around and
placing both of his hands on his hips, looking for the speech maker and
waiting for him to say something else.

"You jealous, buddy? You just got to get your own boyfriend, Sweetcheeks,"
he said with a lisp on his sensual lips.

Everyone in our line and the line next to us cracked up. There was nothing
else said and Richard stayed close behind me until I got my drink and he
went to sit with me.

"That your new boyfriend?" I asked.

"Who, the guy in line with us? No, I don't do boyfriends."

"No, the platinum blond kid that was sitting on your... dick?"

"Gordo. No. I don't date skaters either. It would be liking going out with
your sister."

"But you do let him sit on your dick?"

"Sometimes, if that's where they want to sit. I don't have a problem with
that."

"Gordo likes that?" I asked, more curious than put off.

"Now we know what's on your mind."

"It's not what you're thinking."

"What, you want a date with him? Gordo likes all kinds of stuff, but he's
never sat on my dick. Not the way you're thinking about anyway. I might
could talk him into sitting on yours if that's what you're asking for?"
Richard offered.

"No!" I said, alarmed that he misunderstood what I was after.

"So, you want me to sit on it again," he said, contemplating the facts as
he gathered them.

"No!" I said unconvincingly. "Not unless you want to. I mean you said you
don't. We can do other stuff. Whatever you want. Whatever you like this
time."

"You asking me to come sleep on your couch? Do I get coffee in the morning
and can we start making out be4 I go to sleep this time?"

"My bed is cozier."

"Ah, I'm going to graduate to clean sheets and fluffy pillows? I'd consider
letting you up my butt twice if you throw a hot shower into the deal. Do
you have classes tomorrow?"

"It's Friday night. No classes until Monday."

"We could sleep in and maybe go for three, once we wake up?"

"We could sleep in and I'll make coffee until it runs out of your ears if
that's what you want. Three works for me."

"A poet and a scholar. I wasn't sure you'd be as anxious the second
time. I'm never sure with gay guys. Just when I think one likes me... well,
they mostly disappoint me that way."

"I'll fix coffee for you any time you come around and I'm always anxious
when I'm around you," I said. "You don't need to do anything you aren't
into doing and you still get the shower and the clean sheets."

"I wasn't sure if you'd had enough of me or not. It did go well that
time. You're more difficult to read than some of you guys. Usually when
they finish... well, they're done with me, too, and just want to drop me
off. Slam bam... thank you very much but my wife's due home any time and
you understand she wouldn't understand."

"I'm not married and I'll never get enough of you," I said, letting my eyes
examine his.

"All things are relative, especially wives."

"I'm in school. Most of my time is spent studying and going to class. I
don't date much. When I find someone I like, I like seeing them more than
once."

"And you didn't come to the mall looking for a few boyfriends?"

"Going to the mall hoping I'll run into you," I said.

"What made you think I'd be here? I don't come here that often."

"It's the only place you said you hung out."

"Yeah, I have places I go, people I see. I'm not on a schedule," Richard
said. "I don't like being predictable. I hang where I'm comfortable and
move on when I'm not."

"You made that clear but all I know is you live up by Texas, when you go
home to your family. You come to the mall. I didn't have anything else to
go on, so I came to the mall to look for you."

"You weren't finished with me?"

"You kissed me," I said. "That made you difficult to forget."

"Don't get your panties in a bunch. I don't kiss that many guys. It just
happens if I had a good time. You looked like you needed kissing. What
could I do?"

"You kissed ME. Nothing else mattered, once you did that. Not the sex. Not
the way you made me feel."

"Yeah, but only because I didn't know if I'd ever see you again."

"Why would that make you kiss me?"

"I wanted to find out what it would be like," he said, leaning closer so
that his hands were close enough for his fingers to touch the back of my
hands as they surrounded my lemonade.

"You know where I live," I said. "You know when I'm there."

"I don't know who might be there with you. I don't really know you."

"There hasn't been anyone there but Donnie and the boys he brings home."

"Any one else sleep on the couch for you to fuck?"

"No! I told you I don't like Donnie's boys."

"I'm one of Donnie's boys," he reminded me.

"That's not the way I saw you."

"Does he do you?"

"No, Donnie and I are room mates and sometimes friends."

"I do it with my friends."

"It's not like that. That's not the way I saw you. I saw the way you looked
at me. There was something... I don't know how to describe it. I just don't
feel what you made me feel. I wanted to know you."

"You made me feel full of you. Very full."

"It wasn't about that, Richard. I mean that was great, but there was way
more than screwing going on," I said, looking around to see who might be
listening to our conversation.

"I screw mostly," he said. "I'm not big on getting fucked."

"But not Gordo?" I asked.

"Gordo has a lot of boyfriends. I'm not sure he's safe. I know the guys
that fuck him and I don't know if they're safe. He's also fourteen and I
don't think the lockup would agree with me. Are you safe."

"Very," I said. "And you."

"I slip up now and again, but one of the guys that likes me is an intern
over at University. He tests my blood whenever I go around for a chat. He's
super safe."

"How do you pay if you don't work?"

"Money isn't the only medium of exchange, Henry. They have a doctor's
lounge. There're cubicles with beds for the docs to rest up. No one thinks
twice about the beds being used. It's all quite comfortable."

"What do you do for him?" I asked, too curious for my own good.

"It's what he does for me. He likes giving head. I masturbate him once he
gets me almost there. It's a small price to pay."

"Why do you let Gordo sit on you like that if you aren't going to...? I was
hard just watching it."

"You still ask a lot of questions, you know. Gordo likes me. He's a street
kid. Been dar done dat. I don't have the heart to tell him no if I can make
him smile. I was his age once and I remember what it was like. You're
always looking for approval."

"No to what?" I said, having my suspicions.

"He likes to.... He likes my dick, okay? It upsets people, when he sits on
my lap like that. We both think it's fun upsetting people. And it feels
good, when he sits on it and that makes it more fun."

"You've never done anything with him?"

"You never give up. He blows me when he catches me at the right time. I
mostly try to steer him to someone else, but he's pretty good at it and
it's one of my weaknesses, and he knows that."

"You blow him?" I asked.

"Nope. He starts up with me, when he thinks I'll go with him. We go
somewhere off the beaten path. Sue me. I'm a guy and I get horny and Gordo
is a great cocksucker and he knows how to get me going."

"You don't want to go to jail?"

"Well, the flesh is weak. Besides, he does a lot more with older guys than
I do with him and I'm careful when he wants to.... Hell, he's got cops for
friends. Some date him. Gordo is fourteen going on thirty-four. He's been
having sex longer than I have. He knows what he wants."

"He's fourteen," I reminded him.

"Yep, and he's been having sex longer than I have. That gets him special
consideration. He knows what he likes."

"That's not possible at fourteen," I said.

"Maybe not in your world, but this is the real world, me amigo."

"Am I your amigo?"

"That remains to be seen. You're on the fast track, Henry."

"Will you come home with me? We don't have to do anything. You can shower
and watch the tube. I have some neat movies. I have a stereo."

"Fuck flicks?" He asked.

"Fuck flicks? No, I don't have any. Donnie might have some."

"I will under one condition," he said, tracing the back of my hand with his
index finger. "You got to smile when you ask me to go home with you."

"Come home with me."

I smiled broadly and I kept smiling. He stood up and seized his skateboard
from where he had leaned it against the table.

"You coming or have I got to hope Donnie's there to let me in?"

I was right behind him as he carried his skateboard to the first corridor
that led us away from the food court. He made no comment when I led him to
my eleven-year old car with the dent in the passenger's door from where
another driver had skidded into me on the ice my senior year in high
school.

He dropped the skateboard into the backseat. The car started right up and
we were soon driving up 5th Avenue toward University. I looked over to see
the fine blond hair on the inside of his smooth legs with the streetlights
giving me a fine view. I imagined myself on top of him, running both of my
hands down the inside of those thighs as I humped him. I wasn't sure if it
was a flashback or premonition but it had my cock aching for him. I tried
to hide where I was bulging in my pants.

Richard glanced over and caught me looking at him. He smiled politely,
looking back out of the front window quickly but I knew he knew exactly
what was on my mind. My heart skipped several beats as I thought about the
last time we hooked up. My cock throbbed vigorously two times be4 I got
control of myself so I didn't lose control of my car and I was slowly
calming down.

As we came to a red light I glanced at him again and his hard cock arched
up out of his zipper. The wide flat underside was impressive as the shaft
narrowed down toward the top of the cock but then the head flared out
boldly and it was well defined and full. Richard continued staring out of
the window as if we were taking an ordinary Sunday drive, saying nothing
while doing nothing to block my view of his cock.

"You can feel it if you want," he said in a soft low voice. "Go ahead. I'm
horny, too."

Be4 I could reconsider I was wrapping my fingers around that wonderful
piece of gristle. It felt familiar, although Richard's cock was distinctive
in every way. I'd never touched one like his. The expression on his face
changed as I felt it from top to bottom, stroking it gently. His eyes
closed and a slight sigh slipped out of him when I did. He raised his hips
up to help me, and still, nothing was said. I tried to think of something
clever to break the ice, but as usual, Richard was way ahead of me.

"You got good hands. Go ahead and squeeze it like you did that night you
were up my ass," he said, and his voice grew deeper. "I'll keep an eye on
the light if you want to suck it for a minute. No one can see you."

I looked around and there were two cars ahead of us, no one behind us, and
there was traffic crossing. As I leaned to put my lips near the bottom of
his cock I could feel the heat coming off the fresh smelling flesh. I
kissed it until I reached the tip and became lost in a daze of desire for
him, sucking in the well-shaped head and a few inches of the more
manageable top section of his shaft. I let my tongue wash over it as he put
his hand on the back of my head to make sure I didn't lose my place.

I was dizzy and alive and absolutely lost in my lust for him. Richard
wasn't simply sexual. He was an entire experience that you had to have to
appreciate.

"Suck it," he ordered and I sucked for all I was worth, wanting to please
him as he humped my mouth and held my head down on his cock. "Suck it."

I'd never done anything so outrageous as this. We were right in the middle
of traffic and I was face down in my passenger's lap, going at him for all
I was worth. I recognized his soft moans and I could taste the precum as it
started to flow.

There came a loud horn toot from behind us, and I sat up straight, wiping
the evidence off my mouth, trying to remember what the hell I was suppose
to do. A car had pulled directly up behind me, and there was no one in
front of me as the light had turned green.

"I thought you were going to watch," I said.

"I did. I just watched the wrong thing. You're good at that, you know. I
forgot how horny I was until you got down on my cock. Now I need to cum, he
said, using the slickness I'd left on his cock to facilitate his
strokes. It made a slapping sound as he picked up speed and he seemed lost
in the ceremony by the time I got around to objecting.

"Don't," I said, as he got more and more into himself. "I wanted to...."

"Don't worry," he said with a strain in his words. "You can still fuck
me. I'm not a one load wonder if that's what you're worried about, dude."

"I wanted to get you off," I objected.

"Sorry about that, dude."

He leaned his head further back on the seat and raised his hips up as his
cock seemed to grow thicker as he pumped furiously. He made some sounds
that indicated that he was struggling to breathe and then the cum started
to leap into the air. He held his cock out far enough so that it splattered
on the dash and the floor. When he was done he let it go and it sagged down
between his legs once he relaxed back on the seat.

"You always do that in public?" I asked, a little sad that he had done it
without me.

"No, only if I'm horny and hard and someone is turning me on with his mouth
and then just stops."

I felt my hard cock without giving much thought to my actions. Richard
looked at me with an exhausted expression on his face.

"You can do yours now," he suggested.

"While I'm driving. That's not what I'm into," I assured him. "I'm not an
exhibitionist. I wish you'd waited. I wanted to...."

His hand moved onto the front of my shorts as I complained about him going
ahead without me. He found my erection without much difficulty and squeezed
gently, watching my face as he leaned on one elbow on the middle of the
seat.

"You're horny, too," he said, rubbing me through my pants. "I can't believe
I let you put that up my ass."

"I guess," I said, unable to collect my thoughts just then.

He unbuttoned and then unzipped my pants to spread them open and he reached
inside as I did my best to keep my car in one of the lanes. He felt me
inside of my pants and his face was very close to my leg as he watched the
hand that was working on me.

"You're hot," he said, looking up at me from near my lap, while being
careful to stay close to the source of his interest.

"Richard," I said, with no real conviction in the protest that I never
made.

Once he freed me from the confines of my clothes, the sticky mess I'd made
while watching him embarrassed me and he wasn't doing a thing to help. My
cock was swollen and had turned dark red as the stickiness transferred onto
his hand and ran back into my clothes. He watched as he stroked me
carefully and almost lay prone on the seat while he did it. I was flush and
flustered, but not willing to call him off.

"You need some serious help with this, Henry," he said, looking up at me as
I looked down while going, too, slow for that street and, too, fast under
the circumstances. I was caught between trying to keep my eye on him, my
dick, and the road ahead of me. "It's all swollen and red and by the way
it's throbbing, I'd say if it were a tooth it would need pulling,
Henry. Does it get like this often? I think this requires some treatment
right away."

I might have disagreed with him if my brain had been working at that point,
but once he put his mouth down on it, well, I was so far gone by then,
nothing else mattered, and I had gone beyond the point of no return. The
inevitable was about to happen and I couldn't do a thing to prevent it,
well, almost nothing.

My foot did hit the accelerator and the tires screeched and his mouth drove
deep onto my shaft and I'm sure he was giggling on my cock. Then, I came to
a side street, and I turned onto it, screeching to a stop somewhere in the
proximity of the curb line. He ran his arm behind my hips and did his best
to swallow all I had to give, but it didn't take long for him to get more
than he bargained for.

"This might not be such a good idea," I said, gasping from the unexpected
shock of him going down on me and wanting to let him know that I wasn't
very far from unloading on him. "I'm going to... I'm.... I can't hold...."

Well, I thought I was going to, but then I was, and so explaining it to him
became redundant, and being a man of few words, and being unable to talk
whenever I was in the middle of an orgasm, I let nature run its course.

He did back off a couple of inches about the time the first squirt collided
with the back of his mouth. I could feel him struggling to accommodate my
sudden overflow. It came out of me in waves of passion as I held fast to
the steering wheel.

Richard kept me off balance and I never knew what to expect next. I'd never
done anything in a public place be4 and I'd never done anything in my car
be4. I let go of his head, when I returned to the street we were on and
realized I was holding him fast to my cock. He coughed a couple of times
be4 sitting back on his side of the car, after wiping his mouth on his
shirt sleeve.

"Damn," he said, "You could have warned me. You don't waste any time
getting off."

"Richard! I could have wrecked," I said.

"You didn't and think of all the fun you just had."

"Why do you do stuff like that?"

"It seemed like the time was right. You looked like you needed a blowjob
and you sure sound like you don't get one very often."

"I wanted to go to bed together," I said, and we'd both just....

"Me, too," he said, moving his hand off his lap and his almost white dick
was half-hard. "You mean, now that we've done the do, you don't want to
take me home."

"I didn't say that. I just wanted something more... romantic."

"I thought that was pretty damn romantic. You driving me to spend the night
in your bed. Me driving you crazy, showing you how much I appreciate
it. That's really romantic you ask me."

"I'm not use to doing things like that," I admitted.

"You didn't like it?"

"I loved it but I don't want to wreck or get locked up. I wouldn't do well
in jail either."

"You worry, too, much, Henry. It's only life. Why not let go and have some
fun? I think I understand why you don't make out all that well."

"You said you didn't... I mean you say things and then what you do is
different," I said, trying to draw the correct picture.

"What, because I blowed you? You think I do that a lot. No, sorry to break
the bad news. I don't like blowing that many guys," he said, looking at me
and smiling. "I've got to like them quite a bit for that."

"Then why... has anyone ever told you that you are confusing?"

"I know I'm confusing. I confuse myself some times. I wanted to show you
that I like you, Henry. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. I
didn't know you'd get your panties in a bunch over me sucking you off. I've
never had a complaint be4 this."

"My panties aren't in a bunch. It was wonderful if you must know. I
couldn't stop cumming," I said. "I never get off like that."

"You telling me. I was going to ask you to turn off the faucet but my mouth
was full and I do know it isn't polite to talk with your mouth full."

"I'm not use to doing it just anywhere."

"You should try it more often. It puts a glow in your cheeks."

"It does?" I said, looking in the mirror.

"Not yet but when you look down and see your dick is still hanging out of
your pants and those people that just walked by saw it."

"Oh, Jesus," I said, looking to see the two couples that just walked
past. "You're a bad influence on me, Richard Smith. Do you think they saw
anything?" I asked, putting myself away.

"Nah, they must have been laughing about something else. At least I'm
polite enough to keep my hands over my dick when I let it hang out in
public. But I'm not a college geek or nothing like that. We going home or
what? I'd sure like that shower now."

"Yeah," I said, starting the car and looking to back out of the street I
hadn't gotten completely into.

"I could sit on your lap if you want," he said.

"No," I yelled.

"You're so easy," he said.

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