Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2006 14:34:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: coxcomb rumbustious <rumbustiousboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Strawberry Roan 2: Taking Roan Home

	Pushing him self away from the wall, I didn't even need to stop to
collect Roan, once I came out of the school. He was walking beside me as I
reached him. Smiling, he turned his head to look at me. It was like I was
the only person in his world. It made me feel? really nice.
	"Hey, hot stuff. I been thinking about you all day for some reason
or other. How far to your house?
	"Twenty minute walk," I said. "It's over a mile."
	"Man, my dick ain't gone soft since you got it going this
morning. Bet you been hard all day, too, huh? I don't usually think about
guys."
	"I don?t know,? I said, having never discussed the condition of my
dick with anyone before.
	"You're lying to me, Nicky," he said, and he started to laugh as he
made sure no one was looking before he squeezed the front of my trousers,
while not missing a step. "Just like I figured. Admit it, you been hard all
day, too. I bet you even thought about me once or twice. I been in this
place for three weeks, you know, and you?re the first friend I made. It
sure ain't like Louisville around here."
	Yeah, I was hard. I'd never been harder. When he touched it, even
through my pants, I nearly lost it. My dick pulsed expectantly. I figured
it was finally going to get some action. I stayed close to him without much
of an idea about what to do about what he made me feel.
      I ran back through my mind the feel of his dick in my hand. I
remembered the excitement that ran through me, while I had him in my
hand. I could find no objection to doing it all over again and whatever
else he needed/ I didn't want to embarrass myself but I didn't want to miss
out on the best chance ever of having someone other than myself satisfy my
needs.
      I didn't know Roan but I didn't care. He seemed convinced that I was
the answer to his prayers and that made him the answer to mine. It had been
on my mind for some time and this was a chance to explore what got me going
and how far I was comfortable going with him. I recalled the expression on
his face when I squeezed his dick. His knees gave slightly as he pushed
hard against my hand.
      Roan took time out to grab my ass twice and my dick about three times
during our walk to my house. Each time it was quite casual and he gave me a
big smile when I had no objection. He seemed like a happy guy.
	I unlocked my door and took him to the kitchen for a soda. He
popped his Coke open, leaning his back against the counter to watch me open
mine. The left leg of his pants pushed out in response to what was swollen
inside. His fingers examined the bulge absentmindedly as he drank. It made
a deep impression on his pants and me.
	"Why not show me your room? I bet it's neat as you."
	"Sure," I said, leading him to the staircase. "I haven't picked up
in a few days. It's a mess."
	"You should see my room. What a mess, boxes everywhere. Haven't
finished unpacking yet."
	I threw my bedroom door open, racing in to make my bed before he
saw it. Once I got the pillows in place and the quilt smoothed out, I sat
on the bed and found him standing in the doorway with his half-hard dick
hanging out of his pants. He had reached his long arms up to grasp the top
of my door jam and he seemed quite comfortable with his overexposure.
	"Man, that's better. I hope you don't mind but it's been hard and
bound up in there all day and I got to air it out. You probably think I'm
crazy. We always get naked at home. My friends liked getting naked,
too. Mostly to check each other out. We?d been at it since even before we
was teens."
	"Not an experience I've had," I said. "Mine's hardly noticeable and
no one goes naked around here. Not that I've seen outside of gym class."
	"Yeah, I know what you mean. I stood up after first period and was
still hard from you pulling on it. The looks I got from some of them dudes
was enough to kill. The girls just put their heads together and giggled
about it, but the guys looked downright offended. They looked at the front
of my pants before looking at my face to remember who I was. Weren't none
of them waiting to get naked with me. I'll be more careful around this
place. Back home if you got a bone in class, everyone wanted a gander at
it. Some of them girls will be looking me up for sure. That's one thing
some dudes and some chicks have in common."
	"What's that?" I asked foolishly.
	"They like big dicks. You watch their eyes to see which ones want
it."
	"I'm afraid Centerville is a bit up tight when it comes to overt
displays of sexual arousal."
	"What did you say?"
	"Keep your hard on out of easy viewing of the Neanderthals if you
know what's good for you, dude. They don't like competition, especially big
competition."
	"Yeah, I figured as much, when I saw them faces staring at me. The
next time I'll let you finish it off before class. Once I cum it's usually
okay for an hour or two. What do you like anyeay?"
	"Me" I'm not sure. I've never done anything with anyone
before. Played with a couple of dudes in elementary school. I was always
worried someone would think I was, you know, gay or something. I never made
the first move and we went our separate ways once we went to junior high."
	"That's quite interesting. I meant, what do you do for fun? I
figured you weren't real experienced sex wise," Roan said, coming over and
tossing himself onto my bed, kicking off his sneakers before his feet hit
the quilt.
	"You don't mind if I take a load off?" he said, letting his thigh
rest against my back.
	"No, I don't," I said, not sure which load he was talking about.
	He leaned back on my pillow and stroked his dick slow and easy,
watching his hand moving up and down his shaft.
	"I like chess. I like blues, the music. I like the beach and
boats. I've been fishing a few times. I think I'd like fishing if I had a
chance to go more often. Dad's always at work. We plan stuff but he cancels
most of the time."
	I pondered whether or not to reach for his dick. He seemed self
absorbed as he picked up speed. My dick stood up in my pants and I found it
harder to breathe and think.
	"I like fishing. I'll take you one time. We had a place back
home. It was a quarry. They didn't work it no longer, so it became ours. We
fished there after school some days. Skinny dipped in the summer. It was
way cold the rest of the year. I played chess a few times but I'm a slug.?
	"A slug?"
	"Useless. I know how the pieces move and all," he said, turning
onto his stomach to arrange his dick to get the maximum benefit from
rubbing it against my soft quilt. "I don't see it, you know."
	"That's because you're lying on it," I joked.
	"I don?t see chess. I really like your quilt, you know?"  A soft
moan escaped around the words.
	He raised his ass to rub his dick more vigorously. I could see the
head swelling as he scooted it up my bed. Roan was fun to watch, because he
seemed oblivious to me watching or he didn?t care who watched. He sure
enjoyed himself.
      "Man, I can smell you on this bed. You have a nice smell, you know?"
	"I could teach you chess if you want," I said. "I play quite a
bit."
	"It's a game you got to see if you want to be good at it. I don't
see it. It don't move me none. Checkers, Monopoly, poker, I can play the
hell out of them. I see them. Not chess. Not my game, but thanks. We'll
find something to play. Something we both like. Something we're both good
at," he said, breathing out the words as his back arched and his ass
pushing his dick along my quilt. This blanket sure is soft."
	"Yeah, it is. I rub mine against it all the time."
	"I won't shoot on it. I wouldn't do that. It sure feels good
though."
	I hoped he wouldn?t shoot off. Somehow, with him in my bed, I
thought I should have a hand in it if he did, but he seemed content
entertaining himself. He was definitely entertaining me. I'd have paid
money to watch him make love to my quilt.
      I moved sideways to be sure I didn't miss it if he did shoot. Each
time I looked up from looking down at where he was humping my bed, he was
watching my face. He rolled over onto his back and his dick flopped up
against his belt. His white briefs were visible through the wide open
zipper. There was reddish hair peaking from around his shaft.
	"Why not lie down?" he suggested. "You could take off your pants if
you want. No telling what could happen once you get out of them pants."
	I nervously unbuckled and unzipping my pants. Yanking off my shoes
without untying them, I thought I must look like a starving man facing a
feast. My sneakers clunked as they hit the floor and I went in a circle
trying to get my pants off. The front of my underwear poked out
obscenely. I used my hand to hide my outburst, until I could get my shirt
over it. Roan laughed as he watched my dick's dilemma.
	"I was worried you'd lost interest in me. Some boys only do it with
you once. I got to say it's nice to see you haven't," he said, making room
for me to lie down beside him.
	Before I was settled, his fingers were in the elastic at the top of
my underwear. Before I was ready he had pulled them down over my knees and
off over my feet. My T-shirt was all I had on, until he pulled it up over
my head and threw it beside the bed. He checked out my body with his eyes
and his hands, squeezing my dick the way I squeezed his earlier.
	"That's better," he said, pushing me up on my side so he could
slide up behind me. "Oh, man, that's even softer than your blanket. Nice
fucking butt, boy. Oh, man, I might shoot right now. Don't even move,
Nick. Oh, God, I hate being this horny. Give me a few seconds."
	For Roan calming down consisted of pushing his dick up my crack,
then sliding it back down and across my asshole. He made a soft moaning
sound each time his dickhead paused on my hot spot. He pushed harder
against my ass with each repetition of the motion. Pressing his chest
against my back with his lips nibbled my ear. I found it even harder to
breathe and my heart was pounding like I?d just raced the school bus to the
end of my block, after it dropped me off.
	"Like silk," he said in a sigh. "Oh, man, this is heaven."
	"What?" I asked, as he pushed my ass cheeks wide apart, keeping his
dick in slow motion.
	"Your ass. You got some soft skin back here, you know? This is
sweet, Nick. You need to relax. It's supposed to be fun."
	"It is," I said, "but I don't think it's going to fit if you are
thinking about doing what I think you're thinking about doing."
	"Where do you get all those words from? Do I want to fuck you? Damn
right I want to fuck you. Do I realize you can't just stick a fat nine
incher up a boy's butt? Unfortunately I've been made aware of it. We'll
need to work you up to it."
	"I was worried that's what you wanted to do. I would if I could but
it won't fit."
      "If this was about nothing but me fucking someone, I might do it and
not care if I hurt you, but I got to think of my future, you know, Nick?"
    	"Future?" I asked.
     "Yeah, I want to see you again. I want you to want to see me again. I
want you to like me."
      "You do?" I said, feeling giddy.
	"Nick, we could have gone in a stall at school and got `er done
that way. I want more an a quick date, dude."
	"I didn't know how it was done, Roan. I wouldn't be here with you
if I didn't like you. I more than like you."
	"I fucked boys big as you, dude. I know what I'm doing. Hurting
someone isn't any fun."
      "I believe you. I'm willing to try."
      He put his arms around me and kissed my neck, pushing the hot moist
dick up my crack. Each time the head rubbed across my hole, I felt uneasy,
like he might just jam it in there. I didn't really know him, which made
the scene all the more awkward. I didn't know him and here we were, me
naked on my bed and him with his dick hanging out of his pants, rubbing it
on my hole.
      I felt the cool teeth on his zipper, as well as his hot flesh
protruding from it, pressing against me. His soft moans told me he was lost
in his lust for me. I was so hard I thought I might explode. He?d moved his
hand onto my stomach and the tip of my dick rubbed it each time he pushed
his dick against me. I gritted my teeth and hoped I wouldn't unload, but my
raspy breathing and faintness of heart made it clear I was close to the
end. The harder I fought off my need to shoot off, the closer I came to
shooting off.
      "You can any time you want," he said, reading my mind. "You've held
it back long enough. I want you to cum."
      He reached between my legs and gently stroked my dick. Pulling the
skin back, he continued down until he was squeezing me at the base. His
motion was slow and easy, but the result was explosive. Once I realized I?d
reached the point of no return, I let it happen.
      "Ugh," I groaned, and a geyser ejected into the middle of my
room. "Ugh," I gasped, fearing I'd lose consciousness with the third rocket
powered ejection splattering on the hard wood floor. "Fuck!" I yelped, as
he ran something up my hole. It was way small for his big dick but way
bigger than anything that had gone up there before. Once his finger hit
bottom, I recoiled off it, pumping out two shorter squirts before jamming
my asshole back down into the palm of his hand.
      "Fuck! You're hotter than a three dollar pistol, dude. I ain't never
seen no one go off like that before. That was amazing."
      I lay there feeling only my dick and his finger. I was devoid of any
connection to the world I usually inhabited otherwise. He left his finger
in me and I made no attempt to shake it free. My dick drooped, leaking on
my quilt before leaking on my thigh.
      "Oh, man," I gasped.
      "Damn, man, you was one horny dude, dude. We got to do this more
often or you might could blow a gasket shooting like that. Right out into
the middle of the room. Splat!" he laughed. "Splat! Splat. Splat."
      "Yeah," I panted. "I tried to hold off. You made me feel so good. I
couldn't hold it back any longer."
      "Not to worry about that. Plenty more where that came from, right? It
did feel good," he said, squeezing my dick as clear fluid leaked over the
back of his thick fingers. "I like ones with skin. They cut mine
off. Clip. No skin. Not cool. You still got yours. Way cool."
      He let go of my dick and ran his hand up to rub my chest. He was
still pressed hard against my butt without moving the finger. His dick
rested against the side of my leg. The heat it generated was
considerable. As much as I wanted to stay like that for hours, my mother
was due home any time.

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