Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2016 11:00:43 -0400
From: Fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: Fireman's Son, Chapter 3

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 3" (Rob) (BB oral) ( )

Thanks to all of you who wrote regarding chapters 1 and 2. As I said
before, this is a long-time hatching totally fictional story with the
potential for more chapters. Some of you expressed interest in "Dad" and
"Coach." As planned, they will appear in the story, but not until later.
Steve has to get farther into his journey of discovery before he's ready
for them. The story is copyrighted by me in 2016 as the owner of it and all
legal rights pertaining to it. Let me know what you think. Rob at
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Fireman's Son
Chapter Three
Jim Learns Something New

	The next morning at school, before first period, Jim said he had
asked his parents and they had given him permission to spend the next day
at my house.  He glanced around and seeing no one around, groped his crotch
and said, "I can hardly wait.  I'm so horny I'm about to bust.  I sure wish
we could find someplace to jack each other off right now."
	"Just keep your pants on.  I promise you what I've got to show you
will be worth waiting for," I replied.  The five-minute bell rang and we
had to hurry to our classes before we were late.
	Saturday dawned clear and crisp.  I ate breakfast with Mom and Dad
and they left to visit friends.  Mom kept giving me instructions about
heating up the lunch she had prepared for Jim and me and about the chores
she wanted me to do while they were gone.  I told her not to worry.  Jim
was always hungry and raving about her cooking.  He wouldn't let me forget
the great meal she had fixed.  And he would help me with the chores so they
wouldn't take any time.  Mom was still repeating instructions as they left
the house.  Dad just grasped me by the shoulder and said, "You two boys
stay out of trouble."  That was a favorite joke line of his.  I'd never
been in any trouble, and he really didn't expect that Jim and I would do
anything we shouldn't.  I wondered what he would say about what I had
planned for us this day!  I waved at them as they drove off and went back
into the house to clear off the breakfast things and put the dishes in the
washer.
	Then I went up to my room and stripped off my pajamas.  I threw
myself across the bed naked and closed my eyes.  I imagined my dad walking
in on Jim and me, both of us naked and me sucking Jim's big dick.  I
imagined him pulling me off Jim and forcing me down in front of him as he
pulled his big man's cock out of his pants and forced it into my mouth,
making me suck him off as Jim watched.  The idea of my big butch daddy
forcing me to service him while my best friend watched made me so hot that
I shot a huge wad of cum all over the sheets above my head and more all
over my face, chest, and belly.
	After I cleaned the cum off me, I put on a pair of short, short
cutoffs, a white tee shirt, and sneakers.  I had taken the scissors to the
shorts the night before and cut them up higher than they had been.  As I
looked at myself in the mirror, I was pleased to see that they bared the
bottom of my ass cheeks and that the tip of my cock was just barely peeking
out in front.  I wouldn't ever be able to wear these shorts again around my
parents!
	I straightened my bed and picked up my room.  I didn't make the bed
because I planned on Jim and me using it before I changed the sheets.  I
then went down and out the back to the garage.  I got out the lawnmower and
started it up.  I had finished the back and was almost through cutting the
front yard when I looked up and saw Jim coming down the street on his bike.
He had a big smile on his face and waved as he pulled up and jumped off in
the driveway.
	"Sorry I couldn't get here any sooner.  I had to cut our grass.
Brad has to edge."  Brad was Jim's younger brother.  He was a year younger
than Jim, my age, but we never had let him hang around with us.  Actually,
he never seemed to want to.  He had his own bunch of friends.
	"That's okay.  I'm almost finished with the mowing.  You can start
the edging.  Dad said I only have to edge the front.  You can do that in no
time."
	"Sure.  Where's the edger?"
	I led him around back to the garage.  We went into the cool dark
interior and I got the edger off the wall and turned to hand it to him.  He
was standing in a shaft of sunlight coming in from the window.  It was
flooding across his front, spotlighting his tightly packed shorts.  I
stared at his bulging crotch as he grinned and began to rub it.
	"God, I'm so horny," he said as he continued to stroke his growing
bulge.  "I haven't jacked off since day-before-yesterday morning before
school, saving up for today.  How `bout let's whack off a load before we
finish the yard."
	I quickly moved to his side and reached down to unfasten his pants.
I pulled open his fly and ran my hand over his gleaming white briefs,
cupping his bunched-up cock and balls.  I hooked my fingers into the
elastic waistband and pulled his shorts and underwear down, pushing them to
the floor.  As he stepped out of them, his hard cock snapped up and slapped
up against the sexy trail of hair running up his hard, flat belly to his
navel.  Except for that and the thick bush surrounding his big cock and the
dark hair running down his inner thighs and the dark patches of hair under
his arms, Jim's body was as hairless and smooth as mine.  I grabbed his
prod and pulled.  The tip was already leaking and, as my hand slid back
toward the base, my palm was lubed with a slick deposit of pre-cum.
	"Oh man!  That feels good!" he moaned as I slowly jacked his
throbbing tool.  "I've been dreaming about your soft hand stroking my cock
ever since Thursday.  After I saw you yesterday morning, I went around with
a hardon all day, just thinking about today."
	He stood with his legs spread apart and his hands on his hips as I
stroked his hard prick.  "Take off your shirt," I said, not stopping my
rhythm.  Jim stripped his shirt over his head and I reached out to run my
hands over his chest, softly tweaking his hard little nubbins.
	"Oh, yes," he hissed.  "That feels good, buddy.  Pinch my tits.
You've never done that before.  Uhm, feels great."
	His cock was steel-hard and I could feel the heat from it in my
palm.  I could tell he was close.  Soon his dickhead would be spurting a
load of sweet boy-cream into my hand.  I leaned forward and clamped my lips
over his left tit, teasing it with my tongue.  I could feel his body
trembling under my caressing lips.  His cock swelled up even bigger and
harder.
	"Fuck!  I'm coming!" he shouted as he arched his groin forward,
pushing his cock through my grasping hand.  I reached down with my free
hand and cupped it under the spurting head, saving his thick load from
wasting on the floor.
	Jim stood in front of me, his body shaking from the force of his
orgasm, his breath coming in pants.  "Shit, that was some hand job, buddy.
I've never come so hard before," he said, opening his eyes that had closed
tight shut as he approached his climax.  As his breathing returned to
normal, he looked down at my hand, which was still full of his cloudy
semen.
	"Yeah," I said, raising my full hand up for him to see.  "Look at
the load you shot.  My hand's full," I continued as I raised it further and
brought it to my mouth.  I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the thick rich
cream filling my palm.  "Uhm, tastes good," I whispered as I cleaned up all
the sweet-tasting juice.
	"What are you doing?" Jim exclaimed.  "Don't eat my cum, Steve!"
	"Why not?  It tastes great.  There's a little left.  Taste for
yourself."
	"No way," he exclaimed in apparent disgust.  Reaching down, he
pulled his Jockeys and shorts up his muscular legs.  "Let's get back to the
yard," he said as he pulled on his shirt and grabbed the edger that I had
put down on the floor when I started feeling him up.
	My cock was hard as a rock, sticking out the bottom of my shorts.
Jim and I usually jacked one another off together, but I'd gotten so caught
up in taking care of him that I hadn't given a thought to my aching need,
neither had he, apparently.  I desperately needed some relief, but followed
him out into the sunlight, hoping he would calm down, afraid that I had
gone too far, too fast with him.
	Jim started running the edger immediately, his head down, not
looking at me.  I started the mower up and finished the grass.  Jim was
still at it, but almost through, when I wheeled the mower into the garage.
I yelled at him, "I'm going in to load up the washing machine.  Come onto
the back porch when you finish.  I'll get some lemonade Mom left."  He
still didn't look up.
	While I was loading the washer with the dirty clothes Mom had left
for me to do, I heard the edger stop and then silence.  As I went into the
kitchen, there was no sound from the porch.  I panicked.  What if Jim was
so disgusted at me eating his cum that he'd gone home?  Although Tony had
already filled a, I hoped, permanent spot in my sex life, I didn't want to
lose Jim.  We'd been best friends since grade school and we'd been jacking
off together ever since we could get hardons.  In fact, Jim got hard before
me and showed me all about masturbating, waiting patiently until I could
join him.  I looked out the window and was relieved to see my buddy
stretched out on a lounge chair, his shirt off, mopping the sweat off his
chest and belly.  I quickly got the pitcher of lemonade Mom had left in the
refrigerator and a couple of plastic glasses full of ice and carried them
out, putting them down on the table at his side.  I poured a glass full and
handed it to him.  He took it and drank half the glass down in big gulps.
	"Ah, that's good!" he exclaimed, smacking his lips and smiling up
at me.  "Your mom makes the best lemonade, fresh squeezed!"  I sat down in
the lounge chair beside him and drank my own glass.  We sat in silence for
a while, finishing off our glasses and pouring out seconds.  Finally, Jim
said, "I'm sorry I got so freaked over you eating my cum, buddy.  It's just
that the whole thing was different.  I didn't even jack you off."
	"That's okay."
	"No it's not.  We always do each other, fair and square, but when
you started pinching my nipples and then put your mouth on them, I just
went into another world.  It was so great!"
	"I'm glad you liked it."
	"Liked it!  Man, it made me so hot!  I've never come so hard in my
life!  But when I came down from my high and saw you lapping up my hot cum
from your hand and you offered it to me to taste, I just lost it.  I'm
sorry."
	"That's all right, Jim.  I just wanted you to have a good orgasm.
I wanted to make you feel good."
	"Well, you sure did that!  But didn't my cum taste nasty?"
	"Oh no.  It tasted great.  It was thick and warm and tasted sort of
nutty and a little salty.  I really liked it."
	"Well, I don't know!  But talking like this is getting me hard and
horny again.  Come over here and let's do it.  This time we'll do it
together."
	I got up and he scooted over so I could squeeze onto the lounge
chair next to him.  By the time I got settled Jim had his cock and balls
out of his shorts and he reached for the buttons on my fly. They popped
open at his touch and my half-hard cock spilled out.
	"You don't have any underwear on!" he exclaimed.  "No wonder you
looked so sexy, your butt almost bare and your cock hanging out your pants
leg."
	"You noticed?"
	"Shit, how could I help but notice?  I could almost see up your
crack when you were pushing the mower," he laughed as his hand wrapped
around my hardening cock.  I reached for his and we started jacking each
other like we always did, the cum drinking momentarily forgotten.
	We laid there side by side, whacking out pricks.  I was so hot, not
having come before, that I was soon moaning and writhing in the throes of
orgasm.  My cum burst out of my pisshole like a geyser, spewing all over my
belly and chest and covering Jim's clutching hand.  I went limp beside him
and momentarily stopped stroking his cock.  He looked at his cum-covered
hand and held it out to me.  "You want to eat your own cum?"
	I leaned over and started licking his hand clean.  As I licked in
between his fingers, I took them one by one in my mouth and sucked on them.
Then I took all four of them in and gave them a real bath with my tongue.
"That feels hot," he said as he moved his hand around in my mouth.  "Go
back to my cock.  I wanna come again, you've made me so hot licking on my
fingers."
	I put my hand back on his steely prong and started rubbing it up
and down, caressing the head in my palm on each upstroke.  "My hand's too
dry. Let me get some more spit on your cock," I said as I leaned over his
crotch and let a glob of spit drool from my mouth into the cup my hand
formed around the head of his cock.  I felt the warm, slimy stuff run down
the inside of my hand and lubricate the tunnel it made around Jim's
cockshaft.  I spit out another gob and started slowly fucking his cock with
my tightly grasping hand.
	"Oh, Steve, that feel so good," he moaned, his head resting back on
the pillow, his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of my stroking hand.  I
leaned further down into his crotch and as my hand stroked down his shaft,
I let me lips barely encircle and caress the helmet-shaped tip.  As my hand
came up, I lifted my lips off the head and circled it with my slippery
palm.  Then, on the down stroke, I once again lightly kissed the tip of his
cock, this time making a little circular motion around the piss-slit with
my tongue.  "I don't know what you're doing, buddy, but don't stop.  I've
never felt anything so good," he moaned.
	He was raising his ass from the chair, making his hips rise up to
meet my down strokes, and more of his cockhead was sliding out of the
circle of my hand and slipping into my caressing lips.  Suddenly he reared
up like a stallion and about two inches of his cock slid into my mouth.  I
clamped my lips around the shaft and swabbed the head with my wet tongue.
He cried out in ecstasy as his body shook in the throes of his powerful
orgasm.  My mouth was filled with his cream and I swallowed down most of
it, savoring the sweet, nutty flavor.  I caught some of it in my hand and,
when he opened his eyes and looked at me, I was licking it off.
	"You eating my load again, sport?  What you doing, trying to grow
hair on your chest?"  He laughed and reached out to rumple the hair on my
head.
	We sat together for a while.  He seemed to have gotten over his
aversion to my eating cum in front of him and didn't question me about what
I had done to make his cock feel so good while I was jacking him off.
Since I never took my hand off the shaft, he could pretend to think that I
hadn't done anything different from what we always did to one another.
	He reached down and stuffed his cock and balls into his shorts and
buttoned the fly.  I did the same.  "Man, that really made me hungry.  I
bet your Mom has left us something good for lunch," he said.  We got up and
went into the kitchen.  I got everything ready and we sat down to fill our
bellies.  As usual, Jim was ravenous.  He can eat more than anybody I know.
He says he has to keep his sex drive stoked up!  I guess it works.  By the
time we finished, I could see his cock bulging with another hardon in his
shorts.  As we were clearing off the dishes, he brushed against me several
times with that hard mound.  When I was bent over the dishwasher, I could
feel my shorts pull up into my crack, baring both of my ass cheeks.  Jim
came up behind me and playfully humped my butt.  I immediately threw a rod.
	"Let's go up to your room and do it again.  I'm so hot I'm could
fuck your ass!" he said jokingly, pushing his crotch again against my
almost-bare bottom.  I could tell he wasn't serious.  He probably didn't
even really know about ass fucking.  We never talked about anything queer
when we were jacking each other off.  Any fantasies we voiced were about
the girls at school, the older girls with big knockers and the girls our
own age who were just developing.  Jim had a vivid imagination when it came
to what he'd like to do with their tits and what he'd like them to do to
his woody. One time, he had found some dirty magazines his father had
stashed out in the garage and they formed the basis for his sexual
imaginings. We quickly put things to rights in the kitchen and hurried
upstairs to my room.
	Jim immediately stripped out of his clothes and sprawled onto the
bed, his head propped on the pillows, his hand reaching down to fondle his
big balls hanging down between his outstretched legs.  His cock was hard
and pointing at the ceiling.  I picked up his clothes from the floor and
folded them and put them on the table.  I turned away from the bed when I
bent over, to give my horny buddy a good look at my almost bare ass and my
hard cock sticking down between my legs.
	I heard him growl in the bed and he said, "You really look sexy in
those hot cutoffs.  Too bad you can't wear them to school.  You'd have all
the cunts juicing up, hot to go do it with you.  I bet Sylvia Sims would
rape you in the hall if you dressed like that.  Did you see her yesterday?
That top she had on could barely hold her boobs.  She didn't have on a bra.
You could see her nipples poking through the material."
	I turned toward him and slowly pulled my shirt over my head and
tossed it onto the chair.  Then I slowly unbuttoned my shorts and teasingly
played with them, caricaturing a stripper.  I could tell Jim was really
getting a kick out of my playing around.  He was stroking his cock with one
hand and pulling on his balls with the other.
	"Whoopee!  That's it, baby!  Strip for old Jimmy!  Play with your
tits!  Show me your cock!" he chanted as I kept up the charade.  "You
oughtta be struttin' your stuff at that ladies club down by the river.  You
could make a fortune dancing for the horny broads like that.  I've heard
they stuff money down the guys' pants and lots of them want to make it with
the dancers."
	Suddenly his imagination seemed to change course.  "Boy, I wish we
had old Sylvia here stripping for us.  I'd fuck her hot cunt and give her a
load of jizz that'd make her a happy woman."  Suddenly, he arched his body
off the bed and his cock shot cum up into the air.  It flew up and then
down with a splat onto his chest.  I stopped my dancing and climbed onto
the bed, crawling between his legs.
	"Shit, I didn't mean to come again so soon.  Thinking about Sylvia
and watching you really got me hot," he exclaimed.  I had crawled all the
way up into the vee formed by his legs and my head was over his belly.  He
looked down at the puddle of cum on his chest and looked up at me.  "Looks
like I shot another big load," he said with a grin.  "You gonna clean it
off for me?  You want to lap up another load of my hot jizz?"
	I bent my head down to his chest, excited that he was turning this
into part of our relationship, and ran my tongue through the still-warm
cream.  I lapped it up like a dog and then ran my tongue around his chest
and onto his nipples, licking and then sucking on them.  Jim laid back, his
arms behind his head, his eyes closed and groaned.  "Oh, buddy, your tongue
feels so good.  How come you've never done this to me before?  Don't stop!
It feels great.  You're getting me hot and horny again.  My cock's already
hard."
	I continued licking over his chest and teasing his nipples as he
squirmed under me.  I nipped at his paps with my teeth, not hard, just
little love bites, and then followed with more tongue kisses.  I moved my
head up toward his shoulder and slid my wet tongue into his hairy armpit,
lapping and pulling the hairs with my teeth until they were wet and
curling.  Jim just moaned louder and told me not to stop what I was doing.
I licked across his chest and into his other armpit, wetting it down like
the other. Then I licked back to his chest and then began trailing my
lapping tongue down across his stomach to his bellybutton.  I wiggled my
tongue into the little hole in his stomach, filling it with my drooling
spit.  I could feel his throbbing boner prodding my chest, coating it with
his precum.
	"Oh, Steve, I can't take any more!" he wailed as my tongue moved
into the trail of dark hair that ran from his navel to the base of his
cock.  "Jack me off!  I've gotta come!  Please wrap your hand around my
fuckshaft and make me come!  God, you've gotten me so hot," he cried,
begging for release.  I crawled backwards so that I was directly over his
cock and took it in my hand, stroking it very carefully, not wanting him to
come too soon.  "Oh yeah, stroke that hard cock for me, buddy!  You do that
so good!" Jim moaned as I slid my hand slowly up and down the length of his
hard shaft.  I drooled spit out of my mouth, letting it pour down into the
cup of my hand and circled the enflamed head.  "Oh yeah, slobber on that
dick.  Make it slippery and wet," he begged as he pushed his groin up to
meet the down strokes of my hand.  After working him up to the point that
he was begging for release, I slowly lowered my head and, as I stroked down
on his fuckshaft, engulfed the top couple of inches of his hard cock in my
mouth.
	"Oh, you're doing it to me again, buddy!  God that feels so good!
I've never felt anything like it before!" he cried out.  I took my hand
away and slowly lowered my head down until his prick was buried in my
throat and my face was pressed into the hair covering his belly and my chin
was snuggled up against his hairy balls.  I drew my mouth up the hard
shaft, my lips clamped tight around its juicy thickness, my tongue
caressing the sensitive underside, and then slid my mouth back down,
swallowing it down my throat.  "Oh, Steve, jack my cock!  That feels
incredible!  It's never felt so good!  How did you learn to do that?"
	I just kept sucking, riding up and down his throbbing manshaft.  He
had to feel my face pressing against his belly and my chin on his nuts.
But if he wanted to pretend that I was just jacking him off like I'd always
done, that was okay with me.  Eventually, he would have to admit to himself
and to me that he knew I was giving him a blowjob, not a hand job, and that
he liked it.  As long as he wanted to pretend, though, I wasn't going to
force him, just so he kept on letting me suck his big, hard cock and take
his cum down my throat.
	"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he cried out as his cum started spewing out into my
mouth.  I continued sucking; swallowing all the hot cream he shot out of
his pulsing prick.  When he finished coming, I slowly pulled off his
softening cock and knelt between his legs.  "Man!  That was the best hand
job you've ever given me, buddy."  He opened his eyes and looked up at my
smiling face.  "Have you already eaten my cock cream?"
	"Yeah," I answered, grinning.  "It tasted great."
	"You really like to eat my cum?" he asked.
	"Sure.  Why not?  You're my best friend.  Nothing's too good for
you.  I'll do anything to make your feel good."
	"You're the best buddy a guy could have.  Come down by me and let
me jack you off now," he said patting the mattress beside him.
	I lay down by his side, snuggling up next to him.  He put his arm
around my shoulders and pulled me close as he reached for my hard cock and
started stroking it.  It only took me a few minutes to shoot the cum I'd
been building up in my balls while I sucked him off.  He caught it all in
his hand and held it up to my mouth.  "You want to lick this load off my
hand, buddy?"
	I opened my mouth wide, like a hungry baby bird, and stuck out my
tongue.  He grinned and put his hand into my mouth, keeping it there while
I sucked and licked my cum off.  After his fingers were clean he kept them
in and I sucked first all four, then one at a time as he pulled them out
and pushed them back in.  "Uhm!  That feels good, buddy, your wet mouth and
soft lips sucking on my fingers.  You like doing it?"
	I shook my head yes and said, my voice muffled as he continued
playing with my mouth, "Sure.  I told you I'd to do anything you want to
make you feel good."
	"You're sure doing that.  Look, my cock's already getting on bone
again.  We better stop for awhile.  Let's go down to the mall and look
around.  Maybe we'll see some hot chicks down there.  Will we have time to
come back and do it again before your folks come home?"
	"Sure.  They'll be gone 'til after dark.  We can go to the mall if
you want and come back in plenty of time to work up another couple of
loads."
	"Great," he said as he got off the bed.  "You think we need to
shower before we go?'"
	"We can if you want."
	"Naw.  Let's just go like we are.  It'll be kind of sexy."
	We pulled our clothes back on.  As I got another pair of shorts out
of my drawer, Jim dared me to wear the cutoffs I'd worn earlier, but I
didn't think it would be a very good idea.  I didn't say so, but they were
just for him.  We rode our bicycles down and loafed around in the air
conditioning for a couple of hours.  We didn't see any "hot chicks," at
least not any who would notice a couple young guys like us.  I did see the
two basketball players Tony had introduced me to.  They said hello and
acted like they wanted to say more than just hello.  After Tony's
introducing me to them the other day as his "little buddy" and what he said
about my ass, I was sure they knew he was using me for sex.  They both sort
of groped their crotches and smiled at me.  I quess they decided they'd
better not take any chances with Jim around.
	Jim was really impressed that they'd even spoken to me.  "Do you
know who those guys are?" he asked.
	"Sure, they're members of the basketball team," I responded.
	"Jerkoff," he said, slapping me playfully on the butt.  "They're
not just members of the basketball team; they're the twin stars, Jon and
Jim White.  How come they know you?" he asked.
	"I met them at school the other day.  A friend introduced me to
them."
	"You sure must be movin' in high cotton," he laughed.  "Let's go
back to your house.  I'm getting horny again. How many times do you think
we can jack off again before I have to leave?"
	"Let's go see."
	We raced home on our bikes and went directly up to my room.  Jim
quickly stripped out of his clothes and sprawled out on the bed. "Come on.
Get your clothes off.  My dick's hard already," he said, stroking his hard
cock.
	I got out of my clothes and stretched out on the bed beside him.
He reached over and took my dick in his hand, pulling my hand over to his
at the same time.  We lay there, side by side, running our hands up and
down our swollen cocks.  "Jack my cock, buddy.  It feels so good when you
do it."
	I reached over and took his rod and lightly ran my hand up and down
the shaft.  "I've heard about something else I can do that'll feel even
better than rubbing your cock with my hand."
	"What's that, buddy?"
	"You want me to show you?"
	"Sure, buddy. If it feels better than a hand job, I'm ready and
willing.  Go to it."
	"Okay.  You gonna close your eyes."
	"Heck no.  I'm gonna watch this time," he said.  I was sure from
that remark that he knew I had already done it to him.  He probably had a
pretty good idea that I was about to suck his dick.  That's all I needed.
I bent over his crotch and began licking up and down the hard shaft with my
juicy tongue.  I bathed every inch of his long, hard boner before I opened
my lips and began caressing the throbbing head.  I clasped my lips around
the rim and sucked, moving them slightly up and down the bulbous helmet.
With my tongue, I drilled into the leaking piss hole.
	"Oh, buddy, that feels so good.  Don't stop.  I don't know what
you're doing to me.  We shouldn't be doing this, but your mouth feels so
good on my cock," Jim groaned as I slid slowly down and took his cockhead
into my throat.  He was soon pumping in and out of my mouth like he'd been
doing it always.  As he pulled out, my lips tightened around the shaft and
my tongue lapped at the underside.  I could feel the veins bulging and the
tube that ran up from his balls beginning to pulse as they began to churn
out their load of thick, sweet jizz.  I could feel his orgasm approaching.
	"I'm about to come, Steve," Jim hissed out as he began pushing his
cock harder into my mouth.  "If you don't want a mouthful of cum, you
better pull off," he warned.  I just held on with my lips and reached down
to fondle his balls that were pulled up against the base of his cock.
"Argh!" he groaned.  "I'm coming, Steve.  Take my hot load in that sweet
mouth of yours, buddy!" he said as his cum began to shoot into my mouth and
down my throat.
	When I had milked the last drops out of his spasming dick, he went
limp on the bed, panting.  I continued gently sucking on his cock as it
went down in my mouth.  When he had recovered, he reached down and pulled
me up on top of him.  I lay there, our bodies pressed together.  He looked
into my eyes and said, "You really like sucking my cock and drinking my
cum, don't you, Steve."
	I smiled and shook my head yes.  "I told you.  I want to make you
feel good."
	"Well, you sure do that," he said with a grin.  "Roll onto the bed
and let me jack you off."
	I rolled off his body and lay beside him while he took my hard dick
in his hand and pumped it, making me shoot my wad with just a few strokes.
We played around, wrestling on the bed for a while.  Once he had me down on
my stomach and rubbed his hardening cock in the crack of my ass.  I thought
he was about to fuck me, but he rolled off and said, "Suck me off again,
Steve.  I'm really hot."  After I sucked another load out of him and he
jacked me off, I sucked him off again.
	After that we lay side by side for a while, recovering our
strength.  Then he got up saying, "I better be getting home.  My folks will
be looking for me."  I got up and we dressed together and went downstairs.
As he was leaving he said, "I'll be back for more of that sweet mouth
action of yours, little buddy, I promise you that."
	I was sure he would, and I could hardly wait.