Date: Sat, 6 Sep 2003 23:53:27 EDT
From: TW
Subject: My teenage Angel. Part 2

     All the following day, I walked around with a hard-on.  By lunch time I
couldn't take it any more and jerked off again.  At about three-thirty, I
heard him come in the front door, drop his back-pack and come up the stairs.  I
met him on the landing.
     "Hi, Andy."  He looked so fucking sexy in his T shirt and slacks.
Happily, he didn't wear those ugly long gangsta shorts.
     "Hi, Tony.  Shit but it's hot out.  I'm gonna take a shower."  Was this
the moment?
     "I think I'll join you."  My voice sounded casual, but my heart was
racing.  We went into our respective rooms, stripped to our underpants and came
into the bathroom.  Seeing him in just his white briefs, I almost came right
there and then.  I watched in the mirror as he slid his underpants down, exposing
his beautiful cock and hairless balls, with two blond tufts of pubic hair.
It was semi-hard, not quite horizontal, but definitely more than flaccid.  He
stood over the toilet bowl and took a long piss.  I could smell the faint aroma
of his fresh piss, and longed to drink it.  Shaking off the drops, he tossed
his briefs on to the vanity and stepped into the shower, leaving the door
open.  As he turned on the water, I picked up his briefs and held them to my face,
inhaling deeply.  Our eyes met in the mirror and he grinned.  "How do they
smell?" he asked,   soaping his armpits.
     "Fucking perfect," I said.
     "Would you soap my back for me?" he asked.
     Bingo!  I had successfully manipulated this boy into doing exactly what
I wanted, without coercion or pressure.
     "My pleasure," I said, and slid my briefs down and stepped out of them.
My cock was fully erect and I made no attempt to hide it.  He was looking at
it as I stepped into the shower, and he handed me the soap, turning his back
to me.
I started to soap his shoulders, then moved slowly downwards, thoroughly
covering him with lather, got to his waist and continued down and soaped his butt.
 He didn't  try to stop me.  Suddenly, I felt the back of his hand brush my
cock.  I moved a little closer and began to soap the crack of his butt.  I felt
his hand touch me again, this time lingering for a second or so.
     "If you touch my cock again, I'm gonna have to jerk off again," I said
with a smile.
     "Go right ahead.  You don't seem to mind when I watch."
     "I love it when you watch me, but I've never gotten to watch you," I
said.
     "I'll bet you've tried."
     "Of course, but I never got lucky.  Is it O.K. if I wash your dick?"
     "You can wash anything you like."  He smiled at me and my pulse began to
race.  This was the moment I'd been waiting for, for more than two years.  I
soaped my other hand and took hold of his now stiff dick.  It was a normal
size for a guy of his age, with a nice long foreskin.  I moved my hand back and
forth on his shaft while my other hand was still soaping his ass.
     His hand brushed my dick again and then he took hold of it.  Nothing
could possibly be better than this.  Andy and I were actually jerking each other
off.  I know it was going to be the first of many sex games.  I was in heaven,
desperately trying not to cum, as he began to slowly stroke it back and
forth.  The water had by now washed all the soap off us and I shut it off.  I was
breathing heavily, close to orgasm, and after a few seconds, I said,  "You'd
better stop or I'll cum."
     "I want you to cum," he said.
     "And deprive me of the pleasure of making you cum?  No, you can help me
another time."  He took his hand off my dick and leaned back, his hips thrust
out, and let me masturbate him.  It didn't take long.  I could see the end of
his dick swell and he shot  three or four small pearls of cum on to my other
hand, which was waiting to catch it.  I immediately licked it off and swirled
it round my mouth.
"Mmmm," I said.  "Tastes great."
     "You like eating cum, don't you."
     "Very much, it turns me on."
     "Looks like you're already turned on.  Why don't you jerk yourself
off."
     "I can wait until you get horny again."
     "No, go ahead, I wanna watch you."
     I leaned back against the wall of the shower and began to stroke my
dick.  His gaze was riveted on the action.  "Fuck!" I said.  "You're so fucking
sexy.  I've been jerking off for two years just thinking of you."  My strokes
got faster.  "Look out, I'm gonna cum."  He stood there, not moving, a smile on
his face.  My dick shot its first jet of jism right on to his thigh, but he
didn't flinch.  The second landed on his stomach and he just stood there.  The
third landed on his lower leg and the remainder dripped on to my hand.  As I
stopped milking my dick, he wiped my cum off his stomach and leg and brought his
hand up to his mouth.
     "Mmmm," he said.  "I love the taste."
     "It takes a real man to taste cum just after he's cum himself.  I'm
proud of you."
     I licked my own cum of my hand and gave him a big smile.  "You've just
made me very happy," I said.
     "That was awesome," he replied.  "When can we do it again?"
     "Let's take another shower before we go to bed."
     "Perfect."
     "Whatever you do, DON'T tell your Mom, or anyone else."
     He put his hand on my arm.  "Don't worry, why would I want to spoil it."
 I wanted to kiss him, but that could wait for the moment.
     Back in my bedroom, wearing a clean pair of briefs, I lay on my bed,
reliving our encounter.  It had been worth the two-year wait.  After about
fifteen minutes, my dick started to get hard again, so I went downstairs and cooked
dinner.  Helen came home and I found myself wondering how it was that I could
talk to her in a normal voice when I had just manipulated her son into
seducing me.  The evening dragged on.  I made several trips to the fridge, each time
replenishing my beer glass, and at about ten o'clock, after drinking the
better part of a six-pack, I went up to my bedroom and logged on.  There was an
email from Andy waiting.
     "Hi, Tony, guess what?  Your suggestion worked perfectly.  Tony just
jerked me off in the shower, then came all over me.  It was fabulous, absolutely
the best sex imaginable.  He's such a sexy guy and he has a beautiful big
dick.  I started to jerk him off but he stopped me and finished himself off and I
got to taste his cum.  I want some more of that.  He tasted mine, and I think
we're gonna do it again later.  I can't  wait, I feel so fucking horny.  I
wanna stroke his cock more than anything and maybe he'll let me suck it.  I know
we're gonna do a lot of stuff together.  Thank you so much for your advice.
Talk to you soon.  Bye, Andy."
     I composed a reply.
     "I got a hard-on reading your email.  Congratulations.  I'm very happy
for you and a bit jealous.  I wish I'd been there.  Now that the ice has been
broken, you can safely  come on to him as strong as you like.  You can
experiment with different kinky stuff.  He'll be delighted if you suck him off, and
you can let him tongue your ass.  Lots of guys like to kiss, nothing wrong with
that.  Let him do anything he likes, but if he wants to put his dick in your
ass, have him insert something smaller at first.  Anal sex can be painful when
you're not used to it.  He'll probably love to have you fuck him.  You
expressed an interest in watersports a while back.  Ask him to pee on you.  You'll
be surprised how nice it feels.  Let me know how it goes."  I hit `send' and
poked my head into Helen's room, said goodnight to Helen, and announced I was
gonna take a shower.
     Andy came into the bathroom just as I was unbuttoning my shirt.  "I like
watching you undress," he said.
     "Thank you.  I like being watched, and I just LOVE watching you."  He
was naked except for his underpants, already sporting a hard-on.  "Would you
like to undress me?" I asked.
     "Yeah, cool," he said, and reached for my zipper and slowly lowered it.
He put his hand inside and felt my cock through the cotton of my underpants.
I put my hands on either side of his face and kissed him on the forehead.  He
unsnapped the top of my slacks and let them fall to the floor.  The he
finished unbuttoning my shirt and slid it off my shoulders.  Dropping to his knees,
he took my sox off, then reached up and pulled the waistband of my briefs
down.  Of course it got caught on my stiff cock, and he had to release it.  As my
underpants slid to the floor, he leaned forward and kissed the tip of my dick,
then licked his lips.
     "Oh, you sexy fucker," I moaned.  "You're driving me crazy already."  I
reached for his arms and pulled him upright.  Dropping to my knees, I pulled
his underpants down to mid-thigh and gazed at his exquisite cock.  There was a
pearl of precum on the end and I licked it off with my tongue.  Then I took
the end of his dick in my mouth and holding his foreskin forward with one hand,
pushed my tongue underneath it an swirled it around.  There was a slightly
acrid taste of piss, not unpleasant.  He gave a little moan of pleasure. After a
few seconds, I broke off and stood up.  "That was just a taste of things to
cum," I said.  "Let's get in the shower."
     We stepped in and closed the door behind us.  It was a big shower stall
with plenty of room for both of us.  I turned on the water and adjusted the
temperature.
     "The sound of the water always makes me wanna pee," he said.
     "Go ahead.  Pee on me.  I love being peed on."
     "Yeah, cool," he said, trying to pee but his erection prevented him.
"It won't come," he said.
     "I know, pissing through a hard-on takes practice.  Will it help if I
pee on you?  I`m about to burst from all the beer I`ve drunk."
     "OH, YES PLEASE!"  He was clearly eager.
     I let go a hard fast stream of piss which hit him on the chest, then I
directed it down so that I was peeing straight on to his dick and balls.  He
laughed.  "That's so cool!"
     "Turn around," I said, and he obliged, leaning against the wall.  I
pushed my dick up against his love hole and tried to effect a good seal, but the
piss sprayed out and ran down his legs.
     "That feels fucking awesome," he said when I shut the stream off.
     "Try to piss on me now," I said, taking his cock in my hand and pointing
it up to my chest.  There was a short pause, then a jet of his hot, pale piss
hit me on the chest.  I re-directed the shower head so that the water didn't
spoil the feel of his pee on my body, then aimed his dick so that he was
peeing on mine.
     "Andy, this is so erotic," I said, meaning every word.  Then I dropped
to my knees, took his pissing dick in  my mouth and started swallowing.  The
taste was nice and mild, he had obviously been drinking lots in preparation.  I
was able to take about six mouthfuls before his stream began to slacken and
finally stop.  I took my mouth off his dick, looked up into his eyes and smiled.
 "That was like drinking fucking champagne," I said.  "As long as I have a
mouth, you have a place to pee."
     "I never got to taste yours," he said.
     "I saved some for you."
     "Thanks, I'm dying to drink some."
     He dropped to his knees and took my dick in his mouth.  I gazed down at
my teenage angel, such an exquisite beautiful boy accommodating my wishes.  I
let out a small squirt and shut it off.  I saw him swallow, and then he looked
up at me.  "More, please," he said.  "Keep peeing and don't stop unless I
slap you on the thigh."  I relaxed my bladder and just let it flow at full force.
 He began swallowing rapidly and a few dribbles escaped his lips.  I figure
he swallowed about four or five times before my flow stopped.  He took his
mouth off my dick and looked up at me, laughing.  "That was perfect!," he said.
"It didn't taste bad at all."  I clenched my sphincter and a final small jet of
pee hit him right in the face.  He laughed again.  "I love this," he said.
"Can we do it again, soon?"
     "Every time you wanna pee, I'm there for you," I said.
     He put my dick back into his mouth and began to suck on it in earnest,
running his tongue round the head.  He was not very expert, but now I knew I
would have plenty of opportunity to teach him.  I let him enjoy my dick for a
while, then pulled him to his feet.  "I'm gonna suck you off and make you cum in
my mouth," I said.
     "But I wanna taste your cum."
     "And you will, later, I promise you," I said, redirecting the showerhead
and reaching for the soap.  I began to soap him all over, except for his dick
and balls then dropped to my knees and took his dick in my mouth.  I placed a
soapy finger against his butt-hole as I started to suck him in earnest,
applying all the fellatio skills I had learned over the years.  He thrust his hips
forward as I applied a little pressure to my finger and felt it slip in.  He
was extremely tight, but then I felt him  relax and my finger went in as far as
it would go.  He started gyrating his hips and moaning and groaning.  "Oh,
fuck, fuck, don't stop, Oh, Jesus fuck!"  Then his dick began to pulse and he
jetted his cum on to my tongue.  I milked his dick for every last drop of
teenage cum, quite a respectable quantity for a boy who had cum only hours earlier.
     "Mmmm," I said, standing up and opening my mouth, showing him the cum
there inside.  Then I swallowed.
     "Fuck," he said, "I've never cum so fucking hard before.  You give a
awesome blow job.  Can I do it to you?"
     "Sure you can, in fact, I insist, just as soon as you've recovered and
can get hard again.  I don't wanna be sucked unless you're enjoying it."
     "I can suck you now if you want."
     "We won't have to wait long.  Let's get dry and into bed.  Do you want
to sleep with me tonight, in my bed?"
     "Oh, yes please.  I've wanted to sleep with you for months now.  You
look so sexy in your white briefs that I just wanna curl up with you and play
with your dick all night."  He took hold of my rock hard dick and gave it a few
playful strokes.
     "You like to play with my dick even after you've cum?" I asked.  "It
doesn't gross you out?"
     "Of course not.  I'll play with your dick any time you want."
     "I guess I'm a little different.  I always get sexually turned off the
moment after I cum.  It takes a minimum of fifteen or twenty minutes for me to
get going again, so don't be distressed if I seem to lose interest in sex
after I shoot my load.  It's not that I don't care, it's a body chemistry thing."
     "I can't get hard right now," he said, "But I still like to look at you.
 Put your briefs back on and let your dick stick out of the fly.  I love it
when you do that."
We stepped out of the shower and toweled off.  He reached into the laundry
hamper, took out a pair of my Calvins, gave them a sniff and put them on.  They
looked kinda baggy, but he had just enough hips to hold them up.  "I have a
confession.  Sometimes when you're not around, I've been trying on your briefs.
 It feels so sexy, knowing your dick's been in there.  I hope you don't
mind."
     "Mind?" I said.  "I'm delighted.  I wish I could wear yours, but they'd
be a bit tight.  Wear my underpants any time you want, used or clean, I don't
care.  Cum in them if you like or even piss in them. Get them soaked in
precum when you jerk off.  Just put them on one side when you've finished so I know
you've been wearing them, `cos I wanna give `em a sniff."
     "Can I wear these to bed," he said.  "I usually wear boxers."
     "Absolutely, but I don't think they'll stay on for long," I said,
pulling on a clean pair of briefs.
     We went into my bedroom and I locked both its doors.  Helen never
interrupted our sleep, but I wasn't taking any chances.  We both got on to the bed
and I pulled the sheet up over our bodies.  Andy snuggled up close to me and I
put my arm around his shoulder.  He rested his head on my chest.
     "I have a confession to make," he said.
     "Uh huh," I said.
     "You know you said I shouldn't tell Mom about us.  Well, I'd never say
anything to her, but I did tell someone else."
     Oh shit, I thought, the cat's out of the bag.  I was suddenly terrified,
but tried to relax and stay calm.
     "Who."  It should be `whom' but who cares?
     "There's this guy who writes stories on the net.  His name's Tony,
too."
I tried not to let out a sigh of relief.  "I  emailed him.  Don't worry, it'
s all completely anonymous.  I only told him your first name and some of the
stuff we did.  He seems like a great guy and he gave me lots of advice."
     "About what?"
     "How to get you interested in me."
     "I was always interested in you.  I've wanted to make love to you ever
since I first laid eyes on you."
     "So why didn't you?"
     "I was afraid of freaking you out.  And I wanna stay out of jail."
     He laughed.  "You'll never go to jail.  If anyone ever accused you, I'd
vehemently deny everything.  I wish you had.  Made love to me, that is.  All
my jerk-offs are about you."
     "From now on, I'll be the one who's jerking you off."
     "What about at school in the middle of the day, when I get a hard on
thinking about you?"
     "O.K., I'll let you have one free one each day."
     "Then I'll come home and suck you off.  Tony, I'm hard again."
     I reached down to his cock and sure enough, it was tenting my briefs.  I
slipped my hand inside the waistband and gave him a few strokes.  "So you
are," I said.
     "Please let me suck you," he begged.
     I flipped the sheet back and Andy pulled my briefs down to mid thigh.
My erection was still there, never having gone down.  He leaned down and took
the end of my dick in his mouth.  I guess he'd learned from me, because he held
my foreskin forward and pushed his tongue inside it.  The sensation was so
intense, it was close to pain.  I groaned out loud.  He briefly took his mouth
off my dick, for long enough to say, "Can I have some piss, please."
     Oh, this boy was perfect!  I fed him about a cupful, then he resumed
sucking me off, one hand round my shaft, the other playing with my balls.
     "Put your finger up my ass," I begged, and licking his middle finger to
lube it, pushed it in as far as it would go.  "One day soon, I want that to be
your dick.  I want to feel you fucking me, Andy.  Oooh, keep doing that with
your tongue, it's driving me crazy. Oh shit, don't stop!  Stroke my dick a
little.  Oh, yes, just like that.  Oh, Andy, I love you, I love you, you
gorgeous little cocksucker.  Oh God, here it comes, I'm gonna shoot!"
     He kept his lips firmly round the head of my pulsing dick as my cream
filled his mouth, stroking and milking the shaft until I was empty, then he came
up for air.  I saw him swallow twice, then lick his lips.  "The best!" he
said, "The fucking best!"  Then he lay down beside me again.  I leaned over him
and brushed his lips with mine.  I felt his mouth open and I probed gently with
my tongue.  I could taste my own cum.  I felt him respond and press his body
against mine.
     We broke apart and he put his head back down on my chest, my arm still
around his shoulder.
     "That Tony guy, the one on the net," he said, "was absolutely right.  I
did everything he said and it worked out beautifully.  I hope you don't mind
that I shared stuff with him."
     "I guess not," I said, "You can tell him all about us.  No last names or
addresses though.  Tell him how you feel and let me know what he says.  Maybe
I'll read his stories."
     "He's into piss, too, and guys in white underwear, just like us."
     "Maybe he could give us some idea of new kinky things to do," I said.
     "Yeah, that'd be cool!"
     I lay there, listening to Andy's gently breathing, thinking about all
that had happened in just a few short days.  Life (with a bit of help) had
imitated art.  But now with Andy taking the lead, maybe art, in the form of my
stories, would be imitating life.

                                                    The End.

Look for the "White Briefs" stories in Gay Male - Encounters, and
                     "Three Way Piss Party" in Bisexual - Urination, and
                      "Yellow Hanky" in Gay Male - Urination.