Date: Mon, 04 Nov 2002 00:50:10 +0100
From: Oliver <oh-boy@playful.com>
Subject: Finally Alive

Hi folks, this is a new one for you here. Hope you enjoy it, let me know if you
do at oh-boy@playful.com

As always, you know where you are and what to expect, if not look back at the
way you got here and decide whether you really want to be here. If you do,
welcome!

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Finally Alive


Ok, one thought to cling to: if it's as bad as it can get it can only get
better. Maybe so, but I didn't really believe that when we arrived at the
Warren's place that awful evening a few days after school let out last
summer. I was feeling miserable. What's the worst thing that can happen to
a fourteen year old boy, who is just beginning to find his place in the
world? To have this world ripped apart, have him removed from everything he
knows, his school, his friends, his home. My father had done that to me.
He had walked out on us a month before. My mother had seen it coming, of
course. I hadn't. They'd been very good at hiding their problems from me.
Not too difficult actually, with him never at home anyway.

But then it couldn't be hidden any longer, my father had another woman, he
had moved out and left me alone with my Mom. And she had hurt badly, wasn't
able to stay in the same town with him, knowing he was with someone else.
So she had waited for the school year to end, packed up everything she
thought worth taking, including me, and driven us right across the country
to this little town where her old school friend lived with her husband and
two kids. We were staying with them until Mom could find a place for us.
She had a new job working as a assistant to the management of some
department store, but there hadn't been enough time to find a house. The
Warrens had a big place, so they took us in for the time being. I had never
met them before, although Mom had told me lots of stories about the time
when she and Mrs. Warren - Sheila - were in school together. I knew that
she had married a very nice man, Mom had actually been a little jealous
back then, and had two kids, a boy about my age, and a girl who was five
years younger.

We drove for three days, stopping at motels for the nights, and I had to
work very hard not to cry most of the time. I had to leave behind my home
and my friends. Not many friends, but a few very good ones. No girlfriend,
so at least no broken heart in that respect. I had never actually had one
or felt the urge to have one. I had dated a few girls, mostly on their
initiative - sending their friends over to me, giggling, asking if I didn't
want to take her to the movies, she thought I was sooo cute... Well, it
didn't hurt being seen with a girl, although it had never come to anything
more than holding hands in the dark. At the time I didn't know why that was
so. The signs had been there for a while, but I had ignored them, thinking
that everything would work itself out eventually.

So we finally arrived. As we drove up to the house, the whole family came
out to welcome us. Sheila, nice looking woman, about Mom's age. Robert, her
husband, looked like a golf pro, very fit and friendly. Sally, the little
girl right out of some family soap. And Kevin! When I saw him, my heart
seemed to skip a beat. He was a little taller than me and built like a
swimmer. And he knew what he had and how to make the best of it. He wore
cargo shorts, sneakers without socks, and a red tank top which only left
the most intimate parts of his perfect figure to the imagination. He was
tanned, with a few golden hairs glistening on his legs in the sun. His hair
was short, dark, but beginning to fade a bit from lots of sun. And he wore
one of those tight leather necklaces and a wide leather band around his
right wrist.

All of a sudden I felt like some bum asking for asylum. I had been in the
car for days, my Jeans grimy, my short sleeved shirt all crumpled, my dark
blond hair, coming down to my ears, usually styled with lots of gel,
plastered to my head. When we stopped a huge chaos of greetings, hugs and
introductions broke out. I was shoved from one Warren to the next in a
blur, but when Kevin shook my hand time seemed to stand still for a second.
I looked at him, felt his strong grip on my hand, and barely managed to say
"Hi, I'm Zack". "I know, I'm Kevin. Mom told me to make you feel at home,
so expect some fun in the next few days." he answered, and still holding my
hand looked me up and down, grinning. I didn't know what to make of that
and blushed, hardly believing that someone could be so naturally cool and
still so friendly and welcoming.

After that we were shown the house and our rooms and started unloading the
car and the trailer. Then we had a big dinner, after which Kevin asked me
if I wanted to play on his computer or go out to the arcade, but I was
really tired and still feeling miserable and I definitely needed some time
on my own after spending the previous nights in one room with my Mom. I
went to the room that was to be mine for the next few weeks. It wasn't too
bad, up in the attic. Not very big, but with a nice bed and a desk and a
beautiful view out of a small window. Of course there was no telephone line
up here, so I couldn't check my emails or get in touch with my friends, but
my computer was still packed in some box anyway, I'd find a solution for
that tomorrow. I took a shower in the little guest bathroom one floor below
my room and then crawled into my new bed. Before falling asleep I got to
thinking about what I had left behind, and I cried a little once more, but
finally I drifted off.

My mother woke me up in the morning by knocking on my door and calling,
"Zack, get ready, we're looking at some houses today." When I was fully
awake I realized that I had a massive morning boner in my shorts and I
seemed to remember that the last dream I had had before waking up had
something to do with a cute boy in cargo shorts and a red tank top. I
really wanted to take care of that tent under my sheet, but I didn't dare
dig deeper into the memory of that dream, so I got up and walked around the
room for a few minutes, taking deep breaths, before going down to the
bathroom. I didn't want anyone of our hosts to see the state I was in when
I met them in the hall. After breakfast, which Mom and I had on our own
because the Warren parents were at work, Sally was at some friend's house
and Kevin had a summer job working at the local pool, we took off and spent
most of the day looking at houses. There were even one or two which weren't
so bad. Not too large for the two of us, in rather good shape etc. But Mom
didn't want to decide yet, so nothing was signed.

We returned to the Warren's around five, and everyone except Robert seemed
to be home. When I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, Sheila asked
if I had liked any of the houses we had seen, and then she said "Why don't
you go and find Kevin. He has a friend over, they're probably on that
computer again. Just go and join them, you need to get to know some people
around here." I said "OK" thinking that maybe I could use Kevin's computer
to check for any news from back home, and started towards the stairs. Then
I realized that I had no Idea where Kevin's room was. When I turned to look
at Sheila she grinned at me and said "Oh he didn't tell you, did he? Kevin
doesn't live in this house. When he turned fifteen in May we allowed him to
convert the big old double garage in the back yard into a little place for
him. Robert and he put in a little bathroom with a shower and some heating,
so he has his own little place there. Just go out the back door and you'll
see it. The door is on the back, and don't forget to knock, Kevin hates it
when people just walk in on him." I thought "I can understand that!" and
walked out to the back yard, with Sheila calling after me "Oh, and tell him
dinner is gonna be ready at seven, so you guys get back here then."

The garage was huge, room for at least two cars the size they hadn't built
in the last thirty years. The garage doors faced the house, and they were
boarded up, with a window cut into them. As I walked up I saw that the
window wasn't transparent so I guessed that that was where Kevin's bathroom
was. There were no windows on the side, but as I rounded the corner I saw
the door and a huge new window set in the wall beside it. I raised my hand
to knock, but when I looked at the window I saw that the blinds were drawn,
so I thought Kevin might have been tired after his work and taking a nap. I
looked more closely and saw that there was a small crack where the blinds
didn't come down all the way. I looked around to see if anyone was watching
me and then kneeled in front of the window, peering through.

At first I didn't see anything because the room was so dark. Then I saw a
light spot towards the back of the room and realized that it was the
computer screen. When my eyes had adjusted a little I could hardly believe
what I was seeing. On the screen a series of pictures of naked women was
displayed, changing every few seconds automatically. And then I saw the
bed, standing against the left hand wall. It was a huge old bed, and there
were two boys on it. The one closer to the window was Kevin, the other one
was someone Kevin's age, a little skinnier, with red hair and a mixture of
freckles and pimples on his face. And both of them wore no shirts, had
their shorts around their ankles and their fists around their dicks. The
red haired guy looked at the computer screen every few seconds, and then
lay back, stroking his dick in fast jerky movements. Kevin also seemed to
look at the screen across his friend, but whenever his friend opened his
eyes, Kevin quickly closed his, throwing his head back and caressing his
own dick in long soft strokes.

I felt my knees go week and I had the urge to run, afraid that any second
they would see me. But nature was stronger, so I followed another urge and
watched them. Kevin looked awesome, his teen body well developed, his long
tanned legs with the golden hairs jerking a little as he masturbated, his
left hand gliding up and down his belly and his chest, the fingers
following the lines of the muscles that made up his baby sixpack and his
pecs. The other guy was not as perfect, but seeing two horny boys lying
side by side, seeing two dicks being jacked next to each other, was
something I wouldn't forget in my life. I didn't expect what I felt, but I
got so incredibly horny myself that I didn't have any doubts about my
feelings at that point. I could hardly keep from sticking my hand in my own
pants as I continued watching the show I got through the window.

The two boys went on jacking and looking at the screen (or wasn't Kevin
looking more at the other guy actually?) for three or four minutes. I saw
the red head jacking furiously while Kevin luxuriously caressed himself,
rubbing his beautiful dick slowly but intensely. Then the red one must have
made a sound, because Kevin suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head
while the other boy seemed to go into a convulsion as three or four strings
of thick white cum shot from his dick onto his chest and belly. Kevin
grinned widely, and inhaling deeply let his head drop back. After a few
more strokes on his dick he lifted his hips up off the bed and started
shooting his own white stuff all over himself. It shot up into his face,
his hair and all over his body. The last thing I saw was Kevin giving his
dick a last squeeze to get the last drops out, then I turned and ran back
to the house, hoping I wouldn't meet anyone one my way to the bathroom. I
had just enough sense left to lock the door before ripping open my pants to
let out my aching boner. It took only about thirty seconds before my
stroking and the memory of what I had just seen brought me over the edge
and I shot my own load of boy cum into the toilet.

After I had my breath back I stayed sitting on the toilet, thinking about
what had happened and trying to get my feelings into order. I knew that
what I had seen had been the most exciting thing imaginable, and not due to
the pictures on the computer screen. But what now? Could I ever be a part
of that? I'd have to admit to Kevin that I had been watching. Would he ever
talk to me again? Or could I make him show me his pictures on the computer
and hope that the situation would develop the way it had with the other
guy? And who was he? Would he let me into the group or would he want me to
stay away from Kevin because he thought I would take him away? So many
questions and no answers in sight. I got up, washed my hands and my face
and went back downstairs, feeling not just a little frustrated.

When I walked into the kitchen my Mom and Sheila were preparing dinner.
Sheila looked at me coming down the stairs and said "Wasn't Kevin there?" I
answered "I don't know, the blinds were drawn and no one answered when I
knocked, so I came back over and took a little nap." Just at that moment
Kevin came in through the back door, looking great, as always. There was no
sign of the exertions he had gone through shortly before, his shorts were
neat and clean, he was wearing a white sleeveless T-shirt today which
beautifully set off his tan and made a sharp contrast to the leather strap
around his neck. He stopped when he saw all of us looking at him and said
"What?" Sheila answered "What were you and Jay up to over there? Zack said
he knocked and you didn't answer? And why did you draw the blinds?" Kevin
seemed to flinch for a split second, and he shot me a tiny guilty glance.
"Oh mom, we were playing on the computer with the sound up real loud, and
the sun was shining onto the screen so I had to draw the blinds so we could
see what we were doing. I didn't hear anyone knocking. Sorry." he added,
looking at me. I said "That's okay, maybe I can come over after dinner and
use your computer to check my mail. The guys back home probably think I've
gone missing or something." My heart was beating in my throat and I thought
"That's what's called taking the bull by the horns, I guess." "Yeah, you do
that Zack, but now it's time for dinner" Sheila said. "Isn't Jay staying
for dinner?" Kevin grinned a little and said "No, he felt a little worn
out, must have had a hard day." I looked over at Kevin and he caught my eye
and looked at me quizzically, seeing that I could hardly keep a straight
face.

Dinner was a loud and friendly affair in this family, and I started to feel
a little less miserable, even a little at home already. My Mom and the
Warren parents talked about the houses we had seen and if we would find
anything before my Mom had to start her new job in a few weeks' time. Sally
told us about her day with her friend and all the things important to a
little girl, and Kevin and I finally got to talk a little. He told me about
his job at the pool, where he helped with the maintenance in the mornings
before the place opened. In return he got paid plus he could go in for free
whenever he wanted. I told him about my old place, the school and my
buddies. Kevin said that his best friend was on a trip across Europe with
his parents. I asked him about Jay and he said that he was just a guy he'd
known since Kindergarten and they sometimes "did stuff together". I thought
`Yeah, I could see that', but didn't say anything of course.

After dinner was cleared away Kevin again asked me if I wanted to go
anyplace, but I was so eager to get into his "room" with him that I said
"Maybe we can go a little later, but right now it would be really cool if I
could use your computer for a little while." So we went over to his garage,
where he opened the door for me with a flourish and said "Welcome to my
humble home!" I stepped in as he turned on the light. It was nice and cozy,
big for a garage but small for a room. There was just enough room for the
huge bed, which had come from his grandparents as he told me, his desk with
the computer, a chair and a few shelves loaded with CDs, books and other
stuff. There were a few posters on the wall, mostly stuff like bands and
actors. All male, as I realized after looking at them for a few seconds.
Two doors opened off the room, one on each side of the desk. One was the
bathroom, the other a closet.

As we walked in, Kevin opened the window immediately, but not before I had
noticed a certain smell I knew from waking up after a particularly intense
dream with a rather sticky outcome. I grinned but didn't show I had
noticed, of course. The bed was a total mess, the sheets all crumpled, but
that was what my bed usually looked like in the mornings, no obvious signs
of what had happened visible without closer inspection. Kevin turned on the
computer and said "Help yourself, I'll be back in a second" and went into
the bathroom. I sat down at the desk and called up my webmail account.
Three mails from friends back home, which made me a little sad again. I
answered them, telling them about our trip and the search for a new place
and that I wished they were here with me. Kevin was still in the bathroom
when I was done, so I started looking around on his computer. I had an idea
and opened up the list of the most recently opened files. And sure enough
there were some picture files listed there with names like hotone.jpg and
cumtome.jpg. I clicked on one of them and just as Kevin came out of the
bathroom I looked right up into some woman's private parts on the screen.

Kevin gasped and I quickly closed the file, saying "Sorry, I didn't mean to
snoop around." I turned around, blushing deeply, but Kevin grinned at me
and said "Of course you did, But it's okay, I always do that when I get the
chance. Tells you a lot about a person, the stuff he has on his hard
drive." I grinned, feeling relieved that he was so cool about it. "That's
why you drew your blinds this afternoon, wasn't it?" (The bull with the
horns again!) Now it was Kevin's turn to blush. "Yeah, Jay and I were
having a little fun here, that's probably why I didn't hear you knock."
"Yeah, probably." I said. I wasn't going to tell him that I hadn't knocked
at all after I had secretly watched them "having fun". Not yet, anyway.
"Actually, I could use a little more of that kind of fun tonight. What
about you?" Kevin asked. I could hardly believe my ears. This was working
out perfectly. But then I got really nervous, I had never done anything
like this with another boy. I hardly ever jacked off myself, besides the
dreams I had every few nights. I had heard the guys talk about things that
happened in the showers, but I never was there when they did, and up to now
I had always been afraid to let the thoughts that came to me when I jacked
off flow freely.

I swallowed hard. "Yeah, I guess, but..." was all I managed to say.
"Relax," Kevin said, "I've seen guys do it before. It's always more fun
when you're not alone, isn't it?" I realized from his voice that for once
he wasn't really as cool as he seemed on the outside. He looked at me
eagerly, and already I could see the front of his shorts bulge out a little
more than usual. "Yeah, right," I said, feeling my own dick beginning to
rise. "So now what?" Kevin just grinned at me. Then he walked over and
closed the window, drawing the blinds, all the way down this time as I saw
with relief. Then he fiddled around on the computer and said "Look here,
this makes the pictures into a slide show so you can enjoy a lot of them
without having to click around all the time." He turned off the light, but
the computer screen lit the room with a soft glow. After a few seconds my
eyes had adjusted and I could clearly see Kevin, who had sat down on the
same side of the bed he had been on before. "Go ahead then, don't just
stand there." he said, grinning at me nervously. I sat down on the other
side of the bed, kicking off my shoes. "You go first, it's your party." I
said, feeling more than just nervous.

"Okay, here goes." Kevin said, and, grinning at me, he took off his shirt
in one fluid motion. In the light of the screen I could see his muscles
move under his glistening skin. When his arms came back down I saw the same
perfect teen body I had admired through the window before, only up close
now. The muscles giving perfect definition to his belly and chest, his
little dark nipples standing out from the lighter skin. He looked at me
expectantly, so I swallowed and then took off my shirt, well aware that my
body wasn't as far developed as his yet. He looked me over and I thought he
had to try very hard not to lick his lips appreciatively. But that must
have been my wishful thinking, right? Anyway, he opened his fly and pulled
down his cargo shorts, taking them off all the way, not just letting them
hang around his ankles, like before. He was wearing boxers, just like me.
Again he looked over, so I followed suit and took off my jeans, feeling
slightly less nervous now. I also took off my socks, Kevin wasn't wearing
any again. So we were sitting on the bed next to each other in our boxers
while pictures of probably very sexy girls were flashing on the screen.
Kevin grinned at me and, raising an eyebrow, said "together?" I nodded, and
we both lifted ourselves off the bed for a second, dropping our boxers to
the floor.

I knew it probably wasn't the right thing to do, but I just had to look at
his dick. It was beautiful, standing straight up, about 6.5 inches long and
not too thick. The circumcised head shone dark red, his balls hung below,
neat little globes in their wrinkly sack, and he had a fair sized patch of
dark hair over his dick. When I looked back up at him again, blushing once
more, I realized that he was looking at me just the same way. He looked at
my 6 inch dick, a little thicker than his, with less hair of a lighter
color above it. He seemed to like what he saw, because when he looked back
up he smiled. "Let's go then, you know what to do, right?" he said, and lay
back on the bed, looking over at the screen. I did the same, lying next to
him, only a few inches apart. I looked at him for a second and saw that he
had already started slowly running his right fist up and down his shaft. He
looked over me at the screen and grinned. So I pretended also looking at
the screen, wrapped my hand around my dick and started to imitate his slow
and deliberate movements. I wanted to make the most of this, so I was in no
hurry.

For a while we both lay next to each other, each one enjoying the movement
of his hand on his cock. I felt his movements on the mattress next to me, I
heard him breathe deeply and moan a little from tome to time. Once or twice
I dared to look at him, but he had his eyes closed and his head thrown
back, again running his left hand up and down his body in an extremely
sensual way while he jacked himself off with his right hand. After a few
minutes the feeling I was giving myself, the movement and the sounds coming
from next to me, brought me close to the edge. I felt the orgasm come like
a distant storm, starting somewhere deep inside me and building up fast. I
looked over at Kevin once more, and caught him looking at me. For a
fraction of a second our eyes locked, then my orgasm really hit me and I
threw my head back, rammed my dick up into my fist and started shooting
like I had never done before. My innermost secrets seemed to be set free,
shooting out through my dick in jet after jet of hot white cum, hitting me
in my face and my chest, the last few weak shots dribbling onto my belly.

When I got my senses back and looked over at Kevin, I saw that he was
panting heavily, still pressing the last drops of his own orgasm from his
dick. He had at least as much of the white stuff on his body as I had.
Slowly his breathing slowed down, he opened his eyes, looked at me and said
"Wow, that was exactly what I needed now. That was cool, wasn't it?" "Oh,
definitely!" I blurted out, maybe a little too enthusiastically. "I told
you we'd have fun, didn't I?" Kevin said. Then he reached under the bed and
brought out a towel, which had obviously been used for this purpose before.
He wiped off himself and then handed the towel to me. "I'll get a clean one
tomorrow." he said and winked at me. I grinned at him, too excited to say
anything right then. We talked some more about more harmless things then,
and after a while I went back to the house to go to bed. I remembered very
well what I dreamed about, when I woke up next morning.

It was Saturday, Kevin was at the pool again, and Robert went with my Mom
and me to look at a few more houses. We found one not too far from the
Warren's place which we really liked and which was rented out for a
reasonable price. A deal was made, but the house needed to have some work
done, so it was decided that we would stay at the Warren's for at least
another two weeks. When we got back home, Kevin was still at the pool, so I
got out my bike and rode around the neighborhood, getting to know my new
town a little better. When I got back, dinner was ready and Kevin, looking
as hot as ever, told me that he was meeting Jay at the Mall later on and
asked me to come along.

He must have seen my slightly disappointed look, and he seemed to have an
idea. He smiled and said, "Listen, Mom, Zack and I have really hit it off,
you know, we were talking really late yesterday. Would you mind if Zack
slept in the garage with me, it would be much easier. And since there's no
school and I don't have to work at the pool for the next days because
they're closed for some repair work, we could talk as long as we wanted
without disturbing anyone." I looked over at him, and he winked at me. I
was so excited that I almost choked on my food. Sheila looked at my Mom and
said "If it's okay with you? Sure, why not. Take over some extra towels
though, there are not enough for both of you over there." At this I started
choking again, thinking of what we had used the towel for last night.

After dinner we got our bikes out and started off for the mall with strict
instructions to be back by ten. As we were riding I asked Kevin "Don't you
think anyone will find it strange that we sleep in the same bed?" "No, that
bed is as large as two normal ones, and I sometimes have friends spend the
nights on weekends. Don't worry, it'll be fun." "Yeah, I guess so." I said
and laughed. The next few minutes it took us to get to the mall I rode
behind Kevin, again admiring the way his body moved. His firm legs going
round and round, his cute ass moving from side to side inside his pants.
And strangely I didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable, having these
thoughts about a boy. At the mall we met up with Jay and a few other guys
Kevin knew from school. Jay was an okay guy, not too bright but funny, and
the guys horsed around in the food court, whistling at girls and comparing
their supposed sexual adventures. I played along, knowing that most of what
they said was probably as much made up as my stories. We had a good time, I
got to know a few of the locals, they seemed to like me okay, and finally
we went back home, half an hour late. When we got there we stuck our heads
in the living room, got a few "Do your watches run different from ours?",
and finally went back to our garage.

When we got there the mood suddenly turned somber again. Kevin looked at me
and said "Are you in for some more of our little game?" I looked back at
him and said "Sure!". Then Kevin turned off the light, leaving only one
bedside lamp on, and we both started undressing, taking off our shoes and
socks, then our shirts, each looking at the other, then our pants and
boxers, very slowly. We lay on the bed next to each other, Kevin asking "Do
you want me to turn on the computer?" "No, I don't need it." I said. Kevin
swallowed and said "I don't either... Listen, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, go ahead." "Have you ever - you know - thought about having someone
else do it for you?" "You mean like a girl?" I asked. "Well, yeah,
maybe..." "No, not really, but it could be cool, I guess." I heard him
swallow again and he was not the cool guy at all anymore. "Would you let
me, well, touch you. I mean I could jack you off, just to see what it feels
like." Now it was my turn to swallow. I had not thought that far yet, but I
knew immediately that I wanted nothing more than that. I said "Well, if you
really want to do that..." He said "Yes, I do". Then he rolled onto his
side, facing me, and slowly reached over his right hand. I looked at it as
if in slow motion. I could feel its heat before he touched me, and then I
felt his fingers close around my dick. I moaned "Oh god!" and closed my
eyes.

Kevin started rubbing his hand up and down my dick with the same slow and
deliberate rhythm I had seen him use on himself. It felt wonderful.
Indescribable. Extreme. And it got better and better the longer it lasted.
Once I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me, at what he was doing. He
looked like he was dreaming with a slight smile on his face. Then he looked
up at my face and met my eyes and I smiled widely at him. Then I closed my
eyes again and enjoyed the feeling of having someone do to me what I had
never dreamed of. I felt the precum ooze from my dick and I heard the
slurping noises Kevin's hand made as it went up and down. All of a sudden
my belly muscles tightened up, and Kevin must have noticed for he increased
his pressure a little, and then my orgasm shook my whole body from head to
toe. I convulsed, shooting string after string of cum, feeling as if I was
going to explode with ecstasy. After a few moments I opened my eyes and saw
Kevin still softly stroking my dick, which was going limp and was extremely
sensitive to his touch right then. He looked up at me and asked "So did you
like it?" "Oh god yes." I said. He grinned and said "I thought so."

Then he reached under the bed again, brought out a clean towel and started
wiping the cum off my body. I had finally gotten my breath back and,
looking at his rock hard dick, said "Well, my turn I guess." "Are you
sure?" "Oh yeah, definitely!" I answered. Kevin smiled and lay back,
folding his arms behind his head. He smiled at me and said "Go ahead then."
I looked him up and down, his tanned lean body, long legs stretched out,
arms up over his head, which made his ribs stick out, small patches of
little hairs showing underneath his arms, his chest rising and falling, his
leather band tight around his neck, which for some reason I found extremely
hot, and of course his dick sticking straight up, waiting to be serviced. I
reached out my left hand to him and softly placed it around his throbbing
cock. It felt wonderfully soft, with an iron core. Mostly like mine, but
different too. I felt him squirm when I closed my hand, and looking up I
saw he had closed his eyes, breathing deeply. I tried to find the same
rhythm he had had, moving my hand up and down his shaft. And I seamed to do
it right for he moaned a little and smiled, licking his lips.

It felt wonderful, I had the power to make him feel what I had felt. He
squirmed when I increased the pressure, pressed his dick against my hand
when I reduced my movements. For a while I played with him, making him
writhe with pleasure. Then I noticed his breathing getting irregular. He
moaned loudly, lifting his hips off the bed. And then I felt the first shot
go through his dick. I could literally feel it through that silk soft rock
hard shaft in my hand. He pumped out five or six huge shots before letting
his body fall back to the bed, but still his dick didn't stop jumping in my
hand, dribbling out more and more of the sweet smelling white cream. I kept
on pumping softly, pressing out all he would give, and when his dick
started to go soft I let it out of my fist, stroking it softly with my
fingertips. Kevin took one more deep breath, opened his eyes and smiled at
me. "God that was great, thank you!" I grinned back at him. "My pleasure.
Again anytime." "I'll take you up on that!"

Then we both lay back on the bed, content and quiet. I had lots of things
to think about, lots of questions that needed to be answered, but for the
moment I mainly thought that this move was not such a bad thing after all.
For the first time in months I really felt alive. Finally!
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There you go, who knows what can happen next...
Maybe I'll tell you about it...

Be with you soon!

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