Date: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 15:26:09 +0000
From: Bruce <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nova Scotia 4

The week after my sleepover was different.  Reese was incredibly nice.  Too
nice.

Part of being the elected 'Chief Petty Officer' of the sailing program, and
the reason I was so popular with the younger kids, was I had nothing but
time for anyone who wanted to spend time with me.  I guess because of what
we had done, Reese wanted to spend time with me at the program, something
we had never really done.

I couldn't put my finger on anything in particular, but I could tell some
of the younger kids, who would all want to eat lunch with me, were not too
keen to have Reese, one of the older kids from the higher-level sitting at
our table.  For his part, Reese didn't seem too keen on being surrounded by
these younger kids.

Lunch conversation became awkward.  Reese wanted to talk about sailing or
the yacht club or our evening races where we crewed with the dentists.  The
kids wanted to goof around and make silly jokes that often involved bodily
noises or penis references.

I didn't consciously ignore Reese (then again, I was nervous someone would
suspect what we had done so I guess subconsciously I tried to ignore him).
My major concern was I didn't want to alienate any of the kids.  It is not
that I needed to stand for re-election or anything, it was a one-off
position; but my personality is the type to not like to offend and little
kids are easier to offend than older boys.

I don't know if he understood, or it was I shut him out.  But it wasn't
long before Reese left me alone and things went back to normal.  Of course
normal meant Reese watching me from across the boat yard as he sat with
kids from our sailing-level and as I was flocked by the first and second
year sailors all day long.

I figured I would make things up to him when we went sailing Wednesday
night.  But we didn't have any time alone as I was late helping the kids
get their boats out of the water and squared away so, by the time I caught
up to Reese at the tender to be ferried out to the dentists' sailboat, they
were there too.

We didn't talk much on the boat, beyond the need to discuss strategy and
when best to come about and whether or not we should take the risk on a
spinnaker on the downwind leg (I always wanted to fly the spinnaker, I
think it is the most beautiful sail, though it is a bitch to manage in
either very heavy or very light winds and if you don't get it up and down
quickly it can cost you precious minutes).

I was convinced I had pissed Reese off by the time we moored the boat and
got the sails and lines squared away.  But after the tender dropped us off
on the dock, once the dentists had thanked us and headed off to the
clubhouse (and before I got in my mom's car) Reese asked me if I wanted to
sleep over again on Saturday.

I said a very effusive 'yes', thrilled that no permanent damage had been
done to our friendship due to my coldness at sailing school.

As the plan now was for a sleepover, I was invited for supper time.  While
I had enjoyed spending Saturday afternoon with Reese the week before (I was
alone most of the time on weekends as my mother worked), I enjoyed what we
did in the evening more, so I was totally fine with the change in time.  I
was used to amusing myself during the day and could spend the afternoon
showering and picking clothes to wear.

I spend the most time choosing underwear.  In fact, I went shopping a
bought a tight pair of low-rise white briefs thinking he would like me in
them (and, knowing he filled out briefs better than me, figured it might
give me a competitive advantage).

When I arrived on Saturday, to my surprise, his parents and his sister were
home.  While my heart sank, I quickly resigned myself to the fact that what
had happened the previous Saturday night might have been a one-time thing
and settled in for family night.

We had a sit-down dinner with his family, which was very pleasant, and his
parents (probably because they were rich and used to socializing) could
talk about anything.  The conversation flowed.  And even his younger sister
seemed to have much to contribute, whether we were talking about politics
or school or even the history of Halifax, the area and the yacht club (all
of which was new to me).

After dinner his mother got out some board games and we played board games
until it was time for his sister to go to bed.  At this point his mom
suggested we brush our teeth, so we wouldn't have to go upstairs again, and
informed us she had laid out sleeping bags for us in the basement (I don't
know if Reese had fought for this over the past weeks since I last slept
over or if she had done this on her own after feeling guilty for refusing
his request the previous weekend).

After we brushed our teeth, Reese went to his room to change into his pjs.
Then we went downstairs (his mom, I guess cause I turned down the offer of
pjs the previous weekend, didn't offer me any bedclothes).  His parents
retired to their room, turning off all the lights on the main floor and
hallways.

Reese put on the TV and found a movie and got in his sleeping bag.  I
stripped down to my tight white briefs, taking my time so he could check me
out (on the off chance he had lost interest), and got into the other
sleeping bag.

We watched the movie and, while both of us were clearly uninterested in it,
neither made a move to turn it off.  When it finished, Reese got up and
turned it off, as well as the lights, and got back in his sleeping bag
saying goodnight (though a little too loud than I thought was necessary).

I lay there in my briefs on my back and listened to his breathing.  It
didn't seem to change.  There also didn't seem to be any sounds in the
house.

"Are you awake," he whispered after a while.

"Yes," I said.

I could hear him moving around.  Then I heard the zipper of his sleeping
bag being undone and I felt his hands at the top of my sleeping bag as he
undid its zipper and slid in next to me.

He was naked, so the movement must have been him taking off his pjs, that I
guess he put on for his parents' benefit.  Not only was he naked, I could
feel his hard cock pressing into my hip as he took my arm and put it around
his shoulder, snuggling in under my arm.

I reached down and placed my hand on his cock and he quickly removed it.

I whispered "you did that last Saturday too, why won't you let me touch
you.  I want to."

He whispered back, his face close to my face, so close I could feel his hot
breath on my neck as he spoke, "I wanted to please you last week, no
reciprocation."

"Then let me do it for you this week," I said.

"I am so horny when I am with you," he said.  "I am afraid I will cum as
soon as you start touching me."

"Is that a bad thing," I asked in all seriousness, because there was
nothing I wanted more than to make him cum and ideally make him cum in my
mouth as I had in his.

"I want it to last," he said.

I thought about this probably for a few minutes, as his hand began to trace
the outline of my now rock-hard cock in my tight white briefs.

"Did you like sucking me," I asked.

"Oh yes," he said, will so much enthusiasm I was worried someone might
hear.

Whispering even softer than before, to bring the volume down a notch, I
said "what if we get in the 69 position and you suck on me and I will only
take you into my mouth when I am close to cumming?"

Reese didn't have to think about it and within seconds he had my sleeping
bag pushed back and was pulling on my briefs (and I was lifting my hips so
he could get them off me).  Then he moved around and had his head next to
my crotch and his crotch was right next to my face.

It was dark, but the light from the streetlamps through the basement window
was enough for me to make out that gorgeous thick cock.

Reese had my cock in his mouth and his hands on my hips almost immediately,
working his rhythmic up and down motion without any encouragement from me.

I studied his cock and balls which were right in front of my face, admiring
that thick cock and the tantalizing red engorged head.  My hands played
with his balls and ran over his stomach and sparse pubes.  It took every
ounce of restraint I had not to take his cockhead into my mouth.

His head worked up and down on my cock.  Even lying on our sides, his head
moved in that same steady pace up and down that had had done the first
time.  There was nothing hurried and I realized as his cock twitched in
front of my face that he was not doing this steady rhythm out of deference
to me and to heighten my pleasure (though it was definitely having that
effect on me), he was doing it because he was mesmerised by my cock and his
entire being was focused on my penis in his mouth and how it went in and
out of his mouth.  It was like he had hypnotized himself through sucking my
cock.

Being on our sides meant he didn't have to prop himself up by resting his
hand on my stomach and while I enjoyed his playing with my balls the week
before, the fact that our only contact below my waist was his mouth moving
up and down on my cock was having a new effect on me.  Just as probably all
of his consciousness was focused in his mouth as he felt my cock slide in
and out of it, all of mine focussed on my cock head and shaft as the
wetness and warmth of his head enveloped and then released it.

Without realizing it I had stopped moving my hands.  I simply held his
balls in one hand and had my other on his stomach, as all of my being
focussed on my own penis and the way his mouth encased it.  The only nerves
in my body that were working seemed to be in my cock, which was wrapped in
the warm wet glove of his mouth which slid up and down on it like a
metronome.

I was shaken out of my trance when I realized that the tingling in the base
of my feet and in my balls and in the pit of my stomach had begun.  As the
fog lifted I began to play once again with the balls in my hand and, with
the other hand, I took hold of the shaft of his cock and aimed it towards
my mouth.

His hand went instinctively down to push me away.  He didn't want to cum
before me.  Yet I knew that I was starting to build to the point of no
return and that once his cock was in my mouth, whatever I felt now as the
begging of an orgasm would build incrementally as I had been fixated on his
crotch for weeks.  Since I had seen his cock naked and hard (so close to my
face for the last probably 10 minutes while he sucked me) just having it in
my mouth would make me cum.

I pushed his hand out of the way, not in defiant way; I was letting him
know I was close and if I do this right we will cum at the same time.  This
seemed to reassure him and whatever tension I sensed in his body when he
went to push me away from his cock immediately evaporated.

I took his cock into my mouth.  It was so thick and hard and it was
everything I knew it would be since the moment I saw it sticking up from
between his thighs.  My head immediately began moving up and down and while
I probably should have matched his slow measured movements I was too turned
on to go slow and pretty soon my head was moving up and down on his cock at
an ever increasing pace.

It seems my frenzied movements had an effect on him and soon his head was
moving as quickly as mine, and his hands were on my balls and stomach
moving like mine were on him.  Within a minute our balls had each tightened
and we were shooting strand after strand of cum down each other's throat.

Even after the big volleys of cum had stopped, we each lay like that, with
each other's cock in the other's mouth, savouring the flavour and the
afterglow of having given one another our most secret personal possession.

As Reese had had my cock in his mouth much longer than I had his in mine,
he was the first to take his mouth off me.  I, however, kept his thick cock
in my mouth, enjoying it softening in my mouth almost as much as I had
enjoyed him being hard and him cumming in it minutes earlier.

I had to surrender his softening cock when Reese moved around so our heads
were both at the top of the sleeping bag and, lying on his side looking at
me in the dim light, he said "can I sleep in your sleeping bag with you."

"What if someone comes down," I asked, not as a way of dissuading him but
out of genuine concern about being caught by his parents or by his sister.

"I can put my pjs on and if we have the zippers of the two sleeping bags
touching, I can slide back into mine as soon as I hear someone coming," he
said.

"OK," I said.

I started to reach for my briefs and he said "let me."  He then got my
briefs and put them on me, while I watched him in the dim light, naked, his
now soft but still impressive size cock resting between his thighs as he
maneuvered to get my tight white briefs up my legs and over my hips.  As he
put my cock into the front of my briefs and pulled them the last few inches
to my waist he gave my now soft cock a little kiss.

He then put on his pjs, straightened our sleeping bags (which had gotten
messed up during sex) and lined up the zippers before sliding into mine.  I
lay on my back and put my arm around him as he curled up under my arm, his
leg across my thighs and head on my chest.

While I never sleep on my back, I was so content in that position I started
to doze off.  Reese woke me by gently moving my chest and said "you always
sleep on your side, roll so you are facing away from me."  In my half-awake
state it registered that he must have been watching me while I slept.

As soon as I rolled on my side, he slid in behind me and he put his arm
over my hips and his hand into the front of my briefs.  As the briefs were
tighter than the usual ones I wore, his hand was pressed hard against my
cock and balls.  In spite of the close confines, Reese played with my cock
as I got hard again.  While I got hard, it didn't get me horny (if that is
possible) and I dozed off contentedly with his fingers playing with my hard
cock, his hand snug against my cock and his firm compact body pressed
against my back.  I could feel his thick cock and amble balls against my
ass through his pjs and my briefs, though I couldn't make out if that
thickness was from him being hard again or just his usual heft.

In the morning, when I woke up, he had moved our sleeping bags apart to
where his mother had first placed them, and the zipper of mine (and I am
guessing his) was done up.  I don't know when he did that.  I just knew
that if anyone had come down to wake us they would have had no idea that I
had finally been able to suck on Reese's thick 15-year old cock and had
swallow his cum like I had wanted to for weeks, which was my happiest
moment from the previous night, more so than cumming in this cute boy's
mouth for the second time in two weeks.  Though, if I had to admit, my
second blowjob was even more awesome than the first.

After sending his sister downstairs to wake us (thank god Reese had covered
all trace of our previous night's escapades), we had breakfast and then set
off on a family day.  We went to Peggy's Cove and went out on a fishing
boat, before my being dropped off at home.

Part of me felt guilty at being included in these family outings, something
my mom and I never had time to do since she worked all the time, and a part
of me felt guilty when I was with his parents over what he and I had been
doing the last two Saturday nights in their basement.  But whatever guilt I
felt, I couldn't take my eyes off Reese's packed shorts even around his
parents and his sister and I kept finding myself, as I checked him out,
recalling his cock so close to my face and then after waiting for so long,
tasting that ample cock and swallowing his load.

As soon as I got home I went to the bathroom to jack off and I jacked off
three times that evening before I finally fell asleep.

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