Date: Fri, 23 May 2014 19:47:25 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying Myself Part 18

The mutual masturbation thing that day at my grandparents just became a
precursor to me regularly wanking him. I wasn't interested in him wanking
me and apart from a couple of random attempts by him, he was happy to sit
back and let me bring him to a satisfactory conclusion. This went on for
some time. I got very comfortable with him and I had asked him if I could
blow him and each time he said he thought it was crossing a line and his
answer was a very firm 'no'. That just made be want it more and more. I can
even recall the disappointment and sense of being exposed as 'queer' each
time he rejected my request. But in fairness to Dean, he never judged me by
it, it was just something he personally thought was 'wrong'.

So the next chapter opens at the start of our sixth form (aged 16). As we
were no longer in compulsory education we got the luxury of democratically
choosing our preferred sport for Physical Education. My group chose
Squash/Racquetball. Our school didn't have the appropriate rooms so we had
a 4-5mile drive in the school minibus to get there. Only 6 of us played and
Dean and I were the only ones to use the changing rooms afterwards- the
others preferring to go back to school and shower there. We were sweaty,
naked and due to take a shower. I looked at him. "Jesus!" I thought - he
had a fabulous body. By then he'd have been 6' 2", broad shoulders, very
low body fat and ripped. You could see his 6-pack even though he never
worked out. His low swingers sagged between his legs and that dick! Oh my
sweet Lord; that perfect, long, fat dick. It flopped over his large nutsack
and begged to be sucked, loved, abused and obeyed. I was starting to get
hard and he noticed. "Erm Charlie, not here please." he told me. I'd been
warned. This was too public and I just remember the way he said it to me -
authoritative but with clear promise of an alternative. What if someone had
walked in? He thought that he'd be the one to be criticised. If I didn't
care, why should he? I suppose it was his guilt. He looked at me again and
with the attitude of a parent of a young child trying to distract them he
said "We can go back to your place after this and take a shower." I knew
that he was proposing that I could get my hands around his jewels and I was
placated. We just got back into our clothes and hopped in the minibus.

The PE teacher kindly dropped us both off at my house and I bundled him
upstairs so that I could wank him senseless. He was already hard and as he
dropped his trousers and boxers. I pulled at his stiff cock which sprang
back and slapped his belly in a very satisfactory manner. As he sat down, I
tried the same trick that had worked on Leo: I commanded him "Close your
eyes, Dean." He looked at me strangely. "No, why should I?" Good question I
guess. I replied in a huffy voice "Just close them you twat." He could tell
I was serious, intent and insistent so he closed them. I inhaled deeply as
I took the next step. Now bear in mind I had asked him a million times by
this point if I could blow him and each time he'd politely and calmly
declined. I was therefore in an exceptional state of arousal. He was on my
right and I dropped my head to his lap. I breathed in and could smell his
sweaty odour. Not since my dealings with Tim had someone's musky scent been
so intoxicating. I wrapped by fingers around the midpoint of his dick and
opened my mouth. I could practically taste it and feel the heat of his
swollen member.
Here goes, I thought - make or break! I stuck out my tongue and licked at
the tip. He was already slick with precum but my tongue played in the large
slit of his cock and the silky fluid coated my tongue and lips. I
distinctly remember pulling my head back a little and a string of precum
formed between my bottom lip and the tip of his dick. I broke it by sucking
in my lower lip and savoured the taste of it. It was delicious: salty,
sweet, almost perfumed - perfect. He didn't say anything. Just like Leo, he
could easily have pushed my head away but he didn't. I felt braver so tried
my new skill of deep throating. With my right arm around his back, I
steeled myself and I took his dick in my mouth and let it slide down my
tongue, past my tonsils and into my throat. I didn't care about my gag
reflex, I was going to do this for him, no matter how big he was. As his
knob hit the back of my throat and I started to let it go down, it
stiffened and then throbbed and in a few short bursts pumped his entire,
voluminous load down the back of my throat. I didn't even touch my dick and
nor did he but I spontaneously came, spraying my load over my legs, belly,
my bed - well just everywhere.
It's never happened before or since but that is how excited we both were.

Dean had previously constructed this artificial limit to our sexual
relationship and I had just broken it and he was so excited, I presume,
from this new feeling and for me it was the forbidden: he'd told me "No" on
numerous occasions and I just did it.
Dean was panting now and he'd inadvertently held my head down as he'd
pumped his boy juice down my throat. He suddenly let go and I came back up,
gasping for air. "I'm so sorry Dean" I pleaded, terrified that he'd reject
me at this pivotal moment. "Sorry for what?" he asked. "If anyone should be
sorry, it's me. I didn't mean to hold your head down. I am really sorry
Charlie."
I was over the moon. Apart from the practical issue of cleaning up, I'd
really hurt my throat. I felt like I had some food stuck so excused myself
and went to the bathroom. My eyes were bloodshot and my face was covered in
tears from the near-choking experience. But God, it felt amazing. For that
little moment I had been in heaven. I can honestly say I haven't been as
turned on as much as that before or since. I loved him by then (I didn't
know it until much later) and I think he almost loved me too - well at
least loved having his first friend who worshipped him.

I tidied up and we played on my computer. He went home for dinner and
within minutes of him leaving I was back, stroking myself to another
orgasm. That evening we walked the dogs and he came back to my place
afterwards and I blew him properly this time. It wasn't the same but it was
great. For a few days in my life, the planets aligned. And then it all took
an unexpected turn...

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