Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 20:06:43 EST
From: M
Subject: Johnny

The roar of the silence was deafening.  The only sound was the thunder in
my chest as my heart's rhythmic pounding forced the blood to my hardening
cock.  My hands trembled in reaction to the flood of images that raced
through my mind.  It was at least 80 degrees in our living room, yet I was
alternately hot then frozen.  The form of the man sleeping in the easy
chair was the absolute picture of masculinity.  His thick dark curly hair
hung sensually across his forehead.  The eyelids that covered his deep
brown eyes quivered occasionally as his strong fur covered chest rose and
fell slowly.  His full pink lips rested in a sensual pout above his stubble
covered square jaw.  His shirt was slightly open and the thick dark hair
curled above the buttons enticingly.  His muscular legs were crossed at the
ankles pushing their bulk together as it forced upward the crown of a large
circular bulge where they met at his slim hips.  Johnny was beautiful.
Johnny was my step-father.

I had admired him as a little child, starstruck by his easy charm and dark
swarthy good looks.  He was everything that I wanted to be as I became a
man.  And when I discovered that I was looking at him in a new and ever
changing light, he was everything that I wanted to have in a man.  I was
hopelessly in love with him and did not know what to do about it.

That was when he and my mother started having serious trouble.  She had
always disapproved the "partying" that went along with being a man in the
South.  Her archaic beliefs that sex was only to procreate had finally been
set in stone and I knew that it had been years since they had shared a bed
for anything more than sleep.  I couldn't imagine turning away this man.
The arguments escalated to an all time high and she threw him out of our
house.  I was crushed to see him go.  He was distraught at the thought that
their marriage, his first and her third, was over.  Unable to accept this,
he had been on a two week drunken binge that had left him exhausted.  He
came over to see my mother and beg her one more time to take him back.  She
had to go to work and left him there 5 minutes after he had arrived.  He
asked if she minded if he stayed and visited with my sister and my
half-brother, his son.  She left saying that since he wasn't hers anymore
she didn't give a damn what he did.  My siblings weren't even home.

Just to spend some time with him, I said they should be home soon, knowing
that it would be at least another couple of hours.  Now there he was.  I
sat and stared at him as he slept.  I examined every inch of him with my
eyes and each time I moved my eyes to a new spot it triggered a rush of new
fantasies in my 15 year old mind.  I was not new to man sex.  Johnny's
family was from a small town in Oklahoma and I had grown up having sex with
ALL of his nephews.  At six years old my oldest cousin Tracy had made me
suck his cock.  We were caught by my cousin Michael.  I sucked both of
their dicks as often as we could sneak off to the shed.  Michael told his
brothers Buck (Who taught me how to be fucked between the legs), Jay (who
taught me how to suck balls), and Joe (the oldest who taught me to take his
big cock up my tight little ass).  My cousins Billy Joe, Jeff, and Wendell
soon joined in on the games.  It was always me being the center of their
fuck-fests.  I loved every minute of it.  Each of Johnny's brothers (there
were 3) had caught us at one time or another.  But as long as I was willing
to keep my mouth open, they were willing to keep their mouths shut.  I was
well educated in the art of pleasing men.

Memories of how each of the men in his family had brought me endless hours
of orgasm pushed my fantasies of Johnny to an uncontrollable frenzy.  I
moved to the chair next to his.  He did not stir.  I leaned on the arm of
his chair trying to assume a nonchalant position should he awaken.  I could
barely breathe.  I let my hand drop to the inside of the chair arm.  My
trembling fingers barely touched the outside seam of his leg just above his
knees.  I froze in anticipation of him waking up and catching me and
stopping the action before I could begin it.  I recalled the one time that
I had seen him naked.

It was a couple of weeks ago just before he and mom had their blowout.  He
was coming out of the bathroom after a shower.  We were out of towels and
he was covering his cock with a hand towel.  As I suspected, that dark hair
covered his entire body down to the thick hair on his legs that I had seen
and fantasized about so often.  He rushed past me into their bedroom as I
marveled at the round white ass that was deeply dimpled and rose and fell
as he scurried past me.  That incident had triggered many hours of jerk
sessions only mildly dampened by the fact that I had never seen his meat.
It was then that I knew that I had to have this man.

I looked intensely at his face as my hand increased the pressure on the
seam of his jeans at his knee.  I jumped as the fabric made contact with
his flesh.  Time stood still as the air around us as I moved slowly up the
outside of his leg millimeter by frozen millimeter.  My heart felt as if it
might possibly explode.  My dick felt as if it would surely explode.

His face twitched as he sighed heavily.  I was a deer in headlights.  My
now stopped heart ached with the need to beat.  He continued in his
slumber, I continued in my quest.  Still staying along the seam of his
jeans I reached the top of his hip.  I ached to reach over and grab the
tightly compressed package beneath his belt.  I resolved to do this slowly,
if he should wake I would feign sleep and ignorance.  I moved a couple of
inches above the seam towards his dick.  He sighed again and crossed his
arms higher upon his chest.  The sudden clear path between my hand and his
cock was an epiphany.  I was frozen in terror as he slowly returned to his
rhythmic breathing.  Was it my imagination or was there the faintest
outline of his meat now showing in the once formless bulge?  I went for it.
My hand lightly trailed up to his belt at his hips.  I was afraid that the
trembling of my body would wake him and knew that if I did not do this soon
I would lose all nerve and seclude myself in my room.  I noticed the
outline of his cock move slightly.  I slowly let my fingers move to that
spot with almost imperceptible pressure against the fabric.  It was not
hard, yet it was not completely soft.  I increased the pressure just
slightly.  His cock moved within the confines of his underwear and a soft
moan escaped his throat.  I again turned into a statue staring panic
stricken at his face.  There was no change except a slight tightening in
his jaw.  He was probably dreaming of some babe that he had put the wood to
before his almost sexless marriage.

I squeezed lightly the man cock that was just below my fingers.  It pushed
back.  I let go of his dick and gently tried to undo his belt.  It was
difficult and rather than force it and chance waking him, I carefully
lowered the zipper of his jeans.  The band of his underwear had slid down
his pubic region slightly and was clearly visible through his now gaping
zipper.  I slipped my index and middle fingers into his pants marveling at
the feel of the hair beneath the cotton of his shorts.  At the tip of my
index finger I felt the thick base of his dick in an ever hardening state.
I slid my finger down the shaft as far as my finger would reach.  I did not
hit the end of his cock.  I was amazed at the cock this man had.  Looking
back, with my knowledge of the "family history", I should have not been
amazed at all, but I was young.  I worked my finger down to the thick balls
that were pressed up to his dick.  They were intensely warm as I ran my
finger over their soft surface.  I had to see it.

I again returned to the belt.  It was looser now.  Had he tightened his
firm belly to give me access?  I could not be sure but the thought was so
encouraging that I was much more careless in opening both the belt and the
top button of his jeans.  I slipped my hand beneath the white jockeys and
thrilled at the feeling of his pubic hair my fingers ran through it on the
way to his balls.  He gave a slight moan again as my hand cupped his balls
and pushed his jeans out so that I might have more room to get to that man
cock.  I grabbed it at the base and pulled it towards his belly.  It was
now almost fully hard and the sensations of the skin rubbing on the fabric
caused him to jump slightly.  Never taking my eyes from his face I pulled
his cock out above his underwear.  It was so intense.  The mixture of lust
and fear had me turned into a bundle of jangling nerves.

I had never seen an uncut cock before.  Johnny's brother Bob had an uncut
dick, but when I had blown him, he had to have the lights off completely.
I looked at the dark red head of his cock peeking out the hole of his
foreskin.  A drop of clear precum was dancing on the slit of his dick.  It
called me to it.  My tongue brushed it away as I pulled back the skin from
the end of his penis.  The familliar musky taste electrified me.  At the
contact with my mouth again he sighed.  I considered at this point that he
might actually be awake, but at by now if he didn't stop me, I didn't care.
I slid my wet mouth over the head of his now rock hard dick.  The rush of
blood to my head made me dizzy.  At this moment in the world there was only
this man, myself and this cock.  I sucked it deep into my throat as I
squeezed his balls slightly.  His breath caught in his chest and his hand
moved to the arm of the chair.  I was afraid that having fully awakened he
would stop me, so I applied a lot of suction to his cock and locked my free
arm around his waist as I quickly slid back and forth on his dick.  If he
stopped me, I wanted him to remember what he had missed out on.  He just
breathed faster and deeper as I flew up and down his dick implanting it
deeper in my throat with each thrust.

It must have been a long time since he had even jacked off because entirely
too soon his cum was shooting in volumes in the back of my throat.  I felt
his legs and stomach tighten into rocklike bundles of tension lifting us
both from the chair as his balls exploded in my mouth.  I swallowed as well
as I could with his cockhead at the entrance of my throat and wondered if I
would drown if it went down the wrong way.  He stopped cumming as abruptly
as he had started, and collapsed into the chair.  It would have been a
miracle if he had still been asleep, but his eyes were still closed and a
satisfied smile was on his handsome face.  I had played that game before,
in fact it was almost easier that way.  I put his cock back into his
underwear after I had licked and cleaned the last drop of juice from it,
buttoned and zipped his jeans, and closed his belt.  I just sat back and
looked at him in awe of this man and all he meant to me.  I noticed the
ever spreading wet spot in my lap as I heard my sister's car door outside
in the drive.  I rushed to my room to change pants and threw myself onto my
bed in front of an open book to look as if I had been there for hours.  I
could hear Johnny and my sister talking and the laughter of my baby brother
outside in the living room.  I braced myself and entered the room.  Johnny
just smiled at me and said "Thanks for letting me sleep, It was the best
rest I have had in weeks!"  He acted as if nothing had ever happened.  I
knew that we both knew better.  I also knew that the coming time,
regardless of what happened with my mother, would prove interesting.