Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2001 08:44:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Kelly McCarty <klmcc1@excite.com>
Subject: Snowboarder - too

On the road going to Idaho to have a great weekend snowboarding, JJ and I
were in the car for seemed a lifetime.  Always talking, he was a very
verbose teenager.  Tremendous imagination and insatiable yearning for
answers, and always he continued his conversation. As we flew across the
state, he would stop at times, starring out the window, lost in his own
little world only to come back with yet another left-field question. No
complaints.  We had scheduled a nine hour drive to get to his friends house
to go skiing all weekend.

Damn them for moving.  JJ never understood why his parents simply chose to
move. No consideration for Kenny. They simply ripped apart his life and his
friendships.  For what ?  Yet another loser job that his dad most likely
wouldn't keep.  Kenny was a very cool kid.  JJ and Kenny - always together.
The terrible two.  God, could they get into things.  Never anything really
bad - just bored and mischievous kids.

JJ asked something about the constellations.  Another question about our
cabin in the woods.  Math - hated it.  Break'n - new name for break dancing
he and his friends were getting into.  Then (as always) back to
snowboarding.  Eager for his weekend at Brundidge.  Eager to see Kenny.
Eager to get away from his sister, mom, school, normal life.

So there we were, driving toward Idaho.  Not in the best of conditions.
Large storm system had come down from the Gulf of Alaska across the state
of Washington much quicker than we expected.  We had to get there. Paid
reservations, yet mostly due to the promise I had made to both Kenny and
JJ.  They were both expecting a long weekend on the slopes.  I was
expecting a great relaxing weekend in McCall.

JJ is an incredible kid.  Know that sounds like a line - but it's true.
Blond (true) 5' 10" 140 solid w/ a great smile although he does still have
braces.  Upbeat and positive personality.  Always looking for something to
get into.  We have always had a great relationship as I have never tried to
force myself as his dad.  Just a friend, step-dad, confidant, and
supporter.  We talk about everything !  EVERYTHING !!!

The ride through Washington and Oregon was uneventful other than being
slower than planned.  Windy, spitting snow, crappy weather.  Nothing too
bad.  Just not what I had hoped for.  "So what was it like a couple weeks
ago when you gave me a blow-job ?"  he asked.

My God - I almost wrecked the car.  We really hadn't spoken of it since
that great night when he had come home with 'sore muscles.  Back-rub vs BJ.
Small step - simply started w/ a rub-down and when I turned him over and
his penis was sticking out of his boxers.  God - this perfect penis just
sticking straight up out of his underwear.  I couldn't, not, help him.  His
eyes watching as I glided my mouth up and down his shaft.  Shuttering and
convulsing as he came powerfully into my mouth. .  .

"What ?????"  Trying to respond with at least a little dignity and not too
much surprise. .  .  not !

"You know what I mean.  What was it like ?  Why me ?  Why then ?  What did
it feel like ?"

"JJ, you now I've been honest with you that I have had a bi-sexual life.
That's nothing new.  Why then, why you . .  .  Jesus - you are a fantastic
looking kid.  You seemed to be just 'slightly' in the mood and 'slightly'
needing a release.  I am sorry - obviously I have overstepped the
boundaries of our relationship."

"No !  In fact - I am pleased that you did what you did.  So many kids at
school talk of getting laid, of getting head, I just really thought it was
all crap.  Man - it was great !  Well - don't think I'm gay (pause) I'm not
- it just REALLY felt good.  I just couldn't stop cumming."

With that he just looked out the window again and I tried very
inconspicuously to adjust my hardening cock in my jeans.  Didn't want him
to see me getting too horny.  Then just as odd he asked about the snowboard
contest coming up.  (guess that was that)

So, we stopped for dinner at the Cracker Barrel in Boise. Within an hour we
were back on our way toward McCall.  Small two-lane roads twisting and
turning throughout the hills and valleys up into the mountains. It really
kept me busy trying not to run off the road.  JJ seemed to sense that it
was getting stressful and slowed his barrage of questions.  Just watching.
Watching the snow, the wind, the conditions getting worse.  Watching as we
slid several times almost going off the road.  As we continued - ever
slower. We were still 45 miles from McCall and too many miles from Boise to
go back.  Not close to anything.  The only thing we could see was white
snow coming down through the dark green pine trees and an never-ending
empty road.

I was really getting nervous.  There was NOTHING out here.  The CB was
toast as no one was listening. The cell phones had no signal.  We did have
our snow gear but not really enough to keep us warm for an all-nighter -
out in BFI !  I didn't want to stop - didn't want to keep going - didn't
want to wreck.  Simply slowed even further and continued at a snails pace.
It was now 11:30pm and we were already several hours late.  I just didn't
know what to say . .  .  wasn't too sure what to do.  JJ would just look
over and smile - ever trusting.

Through the white snow coming down I could almost make out a yellow tinge.
Seemed to be a sign off to the right of the road.  I slowed and in the
middle of nowhere there was a gas station, little grocery shop, and a
blinking sign 'Hot Coffee' I couldn't believe it.  There was civilization
out here !!!

I kept the engine running and went to the door to see if they were really
open.  A plump little woman came to the door and asked if we were ok.  I
told her our situation and asked if there was a room anywhere. She invited
us both in and stated that her son had moved out his room (above the shop)
about 4 months ago and that we could have the room for the night rather
than killing ourselves.

"YES !" exclaimed JJ.

Guessing that was settled, we made small talk about our planned weekend
with the shop owner, as we went out and got our night-bags for a single
night stay.  He seemed more anxious than ever. Perhaps he was just bored
from the 14 hour ride .  .  .

Thanking her, we went up to her son's room.  Typical boy's room.  1 bed,
minimal decorations other than posters and stickers.  Small (old) radio on
one bookshelf was the only real link to the outside world.  They didn't
have TV and the cell phones were still toast.  The land-line phones had
been blown out by the storm. We simply had the one room and ourselves.  (to
the smile of JJ)

Quickly settling in, we undressed and got immediately ready for bed.  Both
of us barely fit into the bed mostly due to my size.  I am a big guy.  5'11
+200 (w/ not much fat) just a big frame and a 'bear' as my lover in college
used to say.  I couldn't offer JJ too much room.  He didn't seem to mind.
He simply snuggled his back toward me and cuddled.

Lying there in my cotton boxer undies with JJ snuggled all the way back up
to me my crotch seemed to simply fit around his tight little ass.  I was
desperate NOT to get aroused.  Thinking of anything disgusting,
complicated, threatening, etc. .  .  I was only able to maintain a mild
semi' with him so close.  He quickly dropped into a rhythmic pattern of
breathing.  How could he be so relaxed and content so quickly ???  I needed
a beer. .  .

Got up, went to my night bag, pulled out a flask of Seagrams and took a
deep swallow.  What the hell - thinking to myself - one more big gulp to
help me get to sleep.  Going back to bed - it still burned a bit all the
way down.  At least the kick of the booze would hit me in a few more
seconds and help me get to sleep.  Laying back I was careful not to disturb
him. I simply rolled into bed on my back.  With the rush of the whiskey and
the stress of the drive I did pretty quickly fall into a light sleep.

Somehow the dream just didn't seem right.  Driving (tug tug) watching the
road (tug) concerned at running off the road into a deep ravine (tug) -
thinking to myself in that quasi-dream state ' what the hell does running
off the road have to do with something tugging at my crotch ?'  (tug and
freedom as my penis felt a whoosh of cold fresh air) I opened my eyes
slowly and there he was.  JJ ever slowly pulling down my cotton boxers.  My
semi-hard penis sticking up toward the ceiling.  Pulsing with every
quickening beat of my heart.

"Um . .  .'  was all I said.  He looked at me with those deep peering eyes
as if to say - you did this first !

"I can do this.  After all, you did this to me . . .  and look at what
you're doing for me with this trip.  I want to please you as you pleased
me."

"JJ - I didn't give you a blow-job a couple weeks ago to put you into debt.
I did it because I wanted to and because I wanted to have your first
orgasm.  You don't owe anything !"

"I know - I just want to !"

With that he relaxed a bit and started to stroke my dick.  Quickly
hardening, it became fully erect at its 6".  Not huge.  Normal with a
couple protruding veins down the side.  He tickled the shaft.  Up and down
he ran his fingers around.  Ever teasing my cock.  Adjusting myself in the
pillows I pulled myself up a bit so I could watch the show.  He was very
intent.  As if studying my penis.  Every twitch - every pulse - every drop
of clear pre-cum liquid pulsing out of the tip.  He would alternate between
a light caress and a fully gripped stroke.  I was toast !  Simply watching
him do this - I could have cum any moment.

I didn't want to - so I suggested that we roll around a bit and 69.  He
brightened up even more.  "Cool !" as he jumped out of bed and ran around.
There he was.  His face next to my crotch and my face looking directly at
his silky boxers - tented of course.  He dove back at it.  Stroke, tickle,
stroke, tickle, tease - I was going to lose my mind !  I wanted him -
again.  Even more this time !

I took two fingers and slowly parted his fly within his boxers.  Out came
his little cock.  Perfect - again !  Ready - Hard - Eager - Yum !!!  I did
the same technique that he was using on me.  Mirrored it - stroke for
stroke.  His moans confirmed that I was doing something right.  He didn't
go oral . .  .  thought he might with his face only inches away from my
dick.  (No problem - I wasn't going to push !)

He slowly rolled over on to his back as if to say - I'm yours.  I took the
permission and tugged his boxers down - all the way off.  Nude - 15 - Blond
(true) and fit.  This was a wet dream cum true !!!  Going back to him - I
started to light caress his stomach and chest.  Giggles and moans erupted
as he was being tortured into an erotic ecstasy.  Rolling back and forth
trying (in a slight sort of way) to get away although he never really
resisted.  He simply spread his legs open a little further and moaned -
deeply.

I rolled around so I could get my face into his crotch and start to lick
his little balls.  Tight - hairless - rippled with goose-bumps.  He was
mine.  Licking and sucking at them.  Moving ever lower toward that
Guy-G-Spot between his balls and asshole.  He actually lifted up his legs
to give me better access.  I took it !  My tongue slobbering around his
testicles and asshole.  He was moaning more and more.  I then went to the
beyond and darted my tongue into his hole.  He jumped a little bit then
rammed his ass back onto my face.  This kid was getting tongue-fucked and
loved it !!!

Moving my finger up to my mouth - licking it good - I replaced my tongue
with my finger and started to ease it into his tight (very virgin) hole.
Moans continued as I then moved toward my immediate goal of his penis.
This time, instead of a sudden gulp, I started to lick the base and move
ever up.  Shutters of excitement rendered through his body as I finally
engulfed his dick.  All the way down to the base to his balls. Rubbing his
small amount of pubic hair in my nose taking a deep breath inhaling his
boy-scent.  He slowly thrust his hips toward my eager mouth.

Deciding not to jack him as I sucked for all I was worth.  Instead I worked
his asshole.  Slow little pushes against his spincter.  Each time I would
push I would engulf his penis.  Getting into a rhythm, we proceeded this
way.  Slowly, consistently, he was building speed as I was gaining
entrance.  Slowly.  Ever so slowly into his anal cavity.  Suddenly my
finger pushed past his muscle - into his ass.  "Oh God !"  he yelped.

I was buried up to the middle knuckle in his ass.  Twisting and turning I
found his rock-hard prostate !  Rubbing slightly, timed with the slow deep
throating action going on, he was starting to buck his hips. No longer were
they controlled thrusts by JJ. Instead a mere sub-conscience man-urge as he
began to pound my mouth.

I knew he could last too much longer, so I brought my other hand around and
slightly added pressure below my lips to jack him as he thrust into my
mouth.  His balls were so tight they were pulled up - barely evident.  His
boy-cock was rock solid.  He was losing it !  Trembling in his legs started
around his knees as he thrust up one last hard time.  Clenching his ass
around my finger and convulsing blast after blast of boy-cum into my mouth.
Spurt - Spurt - Spurt - Spurt he washed the back of my throat with his warm
boy-seed.  I stroked softening prostate with my finger to get a couple more
pulses out of his penis.

He opened his eyes and smiled.  Not saying a word, not allowing me to take
my finger out of his ass - he simply bent at the waste and reached for my
rock-solid cock.  Cool, little hands wrapping around the base. Tug, tug,
tug - I told him I was too excited and that I would cum any second.  He
smiled again and increased his pressure and speed.  It was a mere 10
seconds into the jerk when I exploded.  Blowing sperm out across his chest,
his face, his legs, the bed.  It was an orgasm of a life time.  I just came
and came and came.  Six, seven, eight solid spurts of hot sperm flowing out
across us.

His wet little penis only inches from my face still.  My finger still
buried in his ass.  His hand still wrapped around my dick.  I was in
heaven.  He smiled again and slowly stuck his tongue out and licked just a
bit of my sperm that hit his face.  "Salty. .  .  odd tasting . .  .  does
this mean I am gay ?"

"This simply means you are who you are.  No more - No less.  I love you for
being you."

"Thank you.  For the trip - both here to Idaho and here in bed."

With that I pulled my finger free.  Gave him one more kiss on his wet
little (ever sagging) penis head and rolled back up.  He moved closer again
as we cuddled in each other arms.

Wonder what the rest of this weekend is going to be like . .  .  as I
finally fell to sleep.