Date: Thu, 4 Aug 2011 19:49:19 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samsheppard2011@gmail.com>
Subject: Memories of Sixteen 11

Disclaimer: This story is true and happened just as it's written.  Some
literary license has been taken.  The names have been changed for obvious
reasons. If you are under 18 years old or offended by gay sex then please
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Memories of Sixteen 11

We'd been at school for a month.  Bill had made the varsity football team,
Steve (as he was called by all but me) and I had made it onto the swim
team, Steve swimming the 200 free and me swimming the 100 free and 100
relay.  Shawn, as usual, was doing Shawn stuff.  The football team had a
record season going, five wins, one tie, no losses and, with four games
left before playoffs, looked like it might end up in the city
championships.  The swim team had just begun the season and the coach had
arranged for all of us to spend time in the gym working on free weight
training twice a week.  Our schedule was tough.  Morning swim from 7:30 to
8:30, classes until 3, afternoon swim 3 times a week from 3:30 – 5:00
and weights on the days we didn't swim.  By the end of the day we were all
exhausted and I began to wonder if I'd ever want to see a pool again.

There was, of course, some small compensation for this torture we put
ourselves through.  Spending that much time in the locker room with twenty
teenage swimmers, varying in age from fifteen to eighteen was a real morale
booster for me.  It was a veritable smorgasbord of masculine physique and I
was willing to check out the menu as much as possible.  Of course, my
favourite dish was Stevie.  With all the weights and swimming, and of
course the testosterone surging through his body, he'd begun to fill out
and hone down even more.  He'd grown about an inch, standing 5'9" and had
put on some weight (all muscle).  His chest had developed as had his
shoulders and he was beginning to sport the start of a nice six pack.  He'd
cut his hair, as had most of us, so we could look like Mark Spitz, who'd
won seven gold medals at the Olympics that summer.  We used the excuse that
it reduced drag in the water (and people bought it).  At that time, good
natured hazing of the rookies was a standard thing, so all the rookies were
told that the team had to shave off all their body hair (yes, ALL of it,
except on their heads) to help reduce drag.  "No hair anywhere," was the
saying.  Arm pit hair, gone, chest hair, gone, leg hair, gone, and of
course any other hair, gone.  As we walked home, Stevie asked me how we
were supposed to shave our pubic hair, especially around our balls.  I
said, "Very slowly and very carefully."  And then after we stopped
laughing, I said, "Why don't you come up now and I'll shave you.  My
parents won't be home for a bit."  He smiled and said Thanks.

Once we were upstairs, we went into the bathroom and I had Stevie strip.
As he uncovered more and more of himself, my mouth became dry and I had a
hell of a time stopping myself from grabbing him and having my way with
him.  Could this kid get any fucking sexier?  With all his clothes off, I
stood him in the shower and ran the water on his naked body and the answer
came back, "YES, this kid just got even sexier."  I wanted, so badly, to
ram that gorgeous cock deep into my mouth.  But, I was able to resist the
temptation.  I grabbed the shave cream and was about to start at his
armpits.

"Listen," I said, "the line they fed you that the entire team's going to
shave is bogus.  Every rookie goes through this.  You're like my kid
brother and I had to tell you.  So if you don't want to do this, don't.
I'll stand up with you if anyone gives you crap."

He smiled and said, "I knew that all along.  We did the same thing to the
newbies on the water polo team.  Don't sweat it.  I want to be part of the
team, so it's OK.  Go ahead."

I shaved the small amount of hair he had there and rinsed his pits off.
They were so smooth I couldn't help kissing each one.  I felt his chest, as
much to see if I could feel any hairs, as to just feel his chest for the
fun of it.  He was smooth as a baby's bottom.  I lathered his trail and
pubes and began shaving him from his belly button down.  I used some
scissors to trim his bush first, since it had begun to fill in nicely over
the last month, and finished the job with my razor.  I was extra careful as
I trimmed and shaved the hairs on his balls and perineum.  I turned him
around and rinsed him off and then shaved the little bit of peach fuzz he
had growing on and between his ass cheeks.  I turned him around again to
rinse his backside off and the sight that greeted me almost made me faint.
He stood there with his penis at half mast, standing away from a completely
hairless pubic mound with a completely hairless scrotum hanging down
behind.  I had to tear myself away from that sight so I could finish
shaving his strong, well defined legs.  By the time I was finished he had
no hair on him below the level of his shoulders.  As he dried off we
started joking about shaving me as well.  I said we could say we read an
actual article at the library that said the East Germans were doing that to
cut time off their swims.  We laughed and as we kidded some more, it began
to sound like it could be a good joke, and besides, all I had to lose was
my hair.  So we decided to go ahead with it.

I stripped off and jumped into the tub while Stevie got the shaving cream.
He lathered up my arms and armpits and shaved them down.  Then he shaved my
treasure trail and, after trimming them, my pubes.  He lifted my cock and
lathered up my balls so he could shave them and my perineum, but his touch
caused a sudden rush of blood to my dick and it stood up all by itself.  I
was practically dying as he shaved my scrotum and perineum.  I had to
concentrate on the dissection we'd done in Biology today to stop myself
from shooting my cum all over his face.  Once he'd finished with my front,
he turned me around and began shaving my ass.  He finished by shaving my
legs from top to bottom.  We both jumped in the shower, just as the phone
rang.  I jumped out and ran into my room and answered it.  It was my dad
calling to tell me that he was taking my mom out for dinner and they'd be
home late.  I asked him what was up and he reminded me that it was their
anniversary.  "OH SHIT, I thought, I didn't get them a card."

"OK.  Have a good time and tell mom happy anniversary for me," was what I
actually said.  I hung up, jumped into the shower, grabbed Stevie and began
kissing him.

"They're out late tonight.  You're all mine," I said.

We dried off and went into my bedroom.  I lay Stevie down on his back in
the middle of my bed.  I had to see that cute, now bare, crotch up close,
so I slid down the bed and nuzzled my lips all over his mound.  I licked
all around his pubic mound and the base of his cock, his hairless balls and
then his entire penis.  I took the head of his penis in my mouth and then
slid my lips down the entire shaft at once.  I started sucking Stevie and
really enjoyed the fact that when I had his whole cock in my mouth, my nose
and lips were up against his bare skin.  After I'd sucked him for a while I
had him roll over and I spread his legs.  I buried my face in his hairless
as and kissed and licked across every inch of those gloriously smooth and
satiny cheeks.  I plunged my tongue into his crevice and dragged it up and
down across his puckered little hole, feeling it tighten as I did.  I
spread his legs more and slid my tongue down to the back of his balls,
licking and nibbling on them, making Stevie writhe on the bed.  Moving back
up, I wet my finger and slid it along his crack and across his hole and
then tickled his opening.

"Oh fuck, that's so fucking sensitive," he moaned.

I smacked his ass cheek and said, "Didn't your parents teach you not to
swear?"

"Fuckin' right they did," he replied and I smacked his cheek again.  It was
starting to turn a light shade of red.  I smacked him a few more times and
massaged his ass in between each time.  His cheek was now a nice bright
red, so I leaned over and kissed it a few times.  I then wet my finger
again and slid it back to his entrance and pushed the tip in.  Stevie
moaned and as he relaxed I gradually slid more in until it was completely
buried in his ass.  I began pushing and pulling it in and out, while
twirling it at the same time.  Stevie's head was thrashing on the pillow,
his legs were twitching and his cheeks were clenching and unclenching.  His
moans were music to my ears.

I found his nubbin and began to play across it with my finger and he
practically lifted off the bed.  I pulled his hips up so he was kneeling
and leaned in and took first one of his walnut sized orbs in my mouth and
then the other.  I licked and kissed his perineum as I continued to finger
fuck him.  His fifteen year old penis was rock hard, throbbing and little
drops of precum formed on the head.  I pulled my finger out of his ass,
much to his dismay, rolled him onto his side, reached behind him and
reinserted my finger in his ass and his cock in my mouth.  It took about
three or four strokes of my lips on his dick and he began cumming.  He was
completely unintelligible as he came, moaning and whining and swearing and
panting as his orgasm took over.  He fired a volley of five or six shots
into my mouth and I savoured each and every one.  I took his still firm
cock out of my mouth and began stroking it from the root up to the tip,
milking the last drops of his cum out and licking them off the tip of his
now softening penis.  We cuddled for a while, but unfortunately, it was
time for him to get home, so we had to get cleaned up and dressed.  We
exchanged a passionate kiss at the door and off he went.

I headed back into my bedroom, closed and locked the door and stripped off
my clothes.  The jerk off sessions I had that night were filled with a
naked, hairless Stevie and what I wanted to do with him.  By the time I was
finished masturbating, my cock was exhausted, my balls wouldn't produce any
more sperm and my hand was just about permanently cramped.  I hit the sack
before the folks got home, since 6:00 am comes around early.

Next morning, Stevie and I met outside the lobby and walked to school
together, laughing about how it felt to be completely hairless and how we
figured the guys would react when they saw that I had shaved too.  We
didn't have long to wait.  When we got into the locker room, most of the
team was there and in various states of undress.  As Stevie took off his
clothes, the guys watched to see if he'd shaved, and when it became very
obvious he had, they began ribbing him.  And then I pulled off my clothes.

"Hey, what the fuck?" asked one of the guys, "How come you're shaved too?
It was only supposed to be the rooks."

Stevie and I went into our spiel about the East Germans and embellished it
a little.  By the time we were finished spinning the tale, the entire
Eastern Bloc had decided to have their swimmers shave.  Bill came over to
me later, as we were changing, and chuckling, said, "You're so full of
shit.  East Germans, my ass.  You're just lookin' out for Steve." (As a
side note, it turned out later that serious swimmers did shave down, some
including their heads and in 1988, a sport scientist named Sharp determined
there was a reduction in drag that resulted from shaving down.  Who knew?)

"Is it that obvious?" I asked nervously.

"Only to the guys at the apartment.  Don't sweat it, we're cool with it."
I looked at Bill and nodded my thanks.  He just shrugged.

After practise, we all changed back into our jeans and shirts, some of the
guys continuing to razz the rookies and me.  It was an interesting feeling,
walking around with nothing between my jeans and my legs and the cool
sensation of having no hair insulating my cock and balls.  Stevie and I
joked about what it would feel like wearing no underwear as well.  The day
progressed and we were soon back in the locker room for afternoon practice,
or as I called it, swim and puke.  I'd swim a bunch of laps, jump out and
puke, jump in and swim more laps, jump out and puke, well, you get the
idea.  The things we do for sports.

The eye candy that was available at swim practice and meets was
overwhelming.  There were occasions where I had to hang back or hit the can
for a few minutes to avoid the embarrassment of walking out to the pool
with a raging hardon.  Of course, there was Stevie, whose looks made me
melt.  But the team had a few other treasures, like Charlie, Stewart, Isaac
and a new guy at the school, Eli.

Charlie was my age, with strawberry blonde hair, an amazing swimmer's
physique, with a washboard stomach, strong, well defined pecs and
shoulders, narrow (and I mean narrow) waist, an ass that was so tight it
looked like two minimelons, with dimples and a cock that must have been at
least 5 inches long when flaccid and was definitely the talk of the girl's
locker room I once heard.  I would say his best comparison would be with
Michael Phelps.  Straight as an arrow.

Stewart was one of the vets and a captain on the team.  He was seventeen,
soon to be eighteen, had medium brown hair and had a similar build to
Charlie, except in the penis department.  Stew had a smaller penis when
flaccid, but I'd heard from a reliable source, who shall remain nameless,
that he was definitely a grower not a shower.  And, yes, my source was a
guy I knew who "knew" Stew well.

Isaac was a rookie on the team, but was in my year (Grade 11).  He'd
decided to try out on a dare from some of his friends and had fooled them
and made the team.  Thing is, no one would have thought of Isaac as a jock.
He wore glasses, was in all the advanced classes, didn't look all that
strong or athletic when you saw him in the hall and had kind of the nerd
aura about him.  But, holy crap, get this kid in the pool and he could swim
forever.  His forte was long, and I mean looonnnggg distances.  Isaac
wouldn't break a sweat swimming 500 lengths at practice and in the distance
events at a race, he'd hit the water and his stroke rate and technique
didn't change.  He'd start from behind everyone and just wear them down,
keeping the same pace from start to finish and letting the other guys knock
themselves out of the race.  I think he won every event he swam except one,
and that was to a guy who ended up on the Canadian Olympic team several
years later.  Oh, yeah, he was tall, with long thin arms and legs with well
defined sinewy muscles, a flat chest and solid but not large shoulders, a
small tight ass and an average size package.  Unfortunately, since most of
his friends weren't athletes, he didn't have many people he could hang
around with and kind of kept to himself.

Eli was a new transfer from Israel.  He was sixteen, tall, olive-skinned,
had a shock of curly black hair, an aquiline nose and black eyebrows above
the darkest brown eyes I'd ever seen.  He was built like a brick shithouse,
solid from his neck down to his calves.  I don't think he had more than 2
percent body fat.  In short, you'd swear that Michelangelo had used him for
a model for the statue of David.  Every muscle was well defined, and I
mean, EVERY muscle.  He could have cracked nuts with his asscheeks.  His
cut penis was not overly long, but was amazingly thick around.  Eli swam
the 200 fly, 200 and 400 relays and, lucky for me, decided not to swim the
100 free, or he would have cleaned my clock.  Given his incredible looks
and his accent that drove the girls nuts, he could have been a real
asshole.  Instead, he was a quiet, gentle guy with a quirky sense of humour
that endeared him to everyone he met.  Sadly, when he turned 18 he had to
return to Israel for his military service and was killed on a patrol.  The
whole school went into mourning when we got the news and I'm not ashamed to
say there were as many guys in tears as there were girls.  The team got
together and donated an annual trophy to the school to commemorate him.

Practice was over for the day and Stevie, Bill, Mike and I had decided to
meet and head home together.  We were shooting the breeze and decided to
grab some pizza, so we went to the pizza parlour near the apartment.  When
we got there I phoned my parents to let them know I was eating now and not
to worry about making dinner for me.  When I got hold of them, my dad said
to come straight home after I was finished, that they needed to talk to me.
Now, I hate when someone says, "We need to talk" because it usually means,
"I'm pissed off and you need to do something about it".  So I ate pretty
quickly and Stevie and I headed back without waiting for the other guys.  I
couldn't figure out what I'd done and was panicking.  When we got back, I
went upstairs and Stevie went to his place.  I opened the door and called,
"Hi, I'm home!"  My dad came over and he said we should go into the living
room.  Now, in our house the living room was used for two things,
entertaining and serious talks, and there was no one else there, so I was
shitting bricks.

"I have some bad news Sam," my dad started. "Your uncle Sam died
yesterday."  This was the relative that had been sick during the summer.

I didn't know how to react.  Here, I thought I was in deep doggy doo and
I'm not (YAY!), but a close relative, the man I was named after, is dead
and I was upset about that.  So I figured I'd best go with sad.

My father said, "The funeral's going to be tomorrow, so we have to go down
there first thing in the morning and we'll need to be there for the week."
OK, back to panic mode.  I've got practices, school and a meet on Friday; I
can't afford to be gone for a week!

Dad continued, "But since we know about school and the team, we've decided
that you can stay here for the week on your own.  Uncle Harry can check on
you every so often, and don't be surprised if they have you over there for
dinner a few times."  Oh be still my beating heart.  A week, on my own, at
sixteen.  Yeeehhawww!

I responded, "OK.  Thanks for trusting me.  I won't let you down.  Give my
love to Aunt Sadie."

I went into my room and called first Shawn and the Stevie to tell them what
was happening.  Stevie was really relieved, since he'd thought I was in
trouble for something.  We all agreed to get together the next day after
practice, back at my place.

Next morning, I was ready to head off to school with Stevie and said `bye
to my parents and told them to drive safely.  They said they'd call
tomorrow night to check in and I kissed and hugged them both.  Stevie and I
walked to school and went to practice.  The day went much as every other
day.  Swim, puke, swim, puke, swim, ogle the naked guys in the locker room,
classes, classes, lunch, classes, classes, swim, puke, swim, puke, swim,
ogle the naked guys and get dressed.  Shawn joined Stevie and me in the
locker room after we got out of the pool and we started walking home.

"Oh fuck, man, now I know why you like swimming so much," said Shawn, with
a leer on his face.

"I like swimming because of the competition and being part of a team," I
said.

"Yeah, OK," laughed Shawn and Stevie joined him.  I couldn't help but start
laughing as well.

"When we get upstairs we can grab some food and watch some TV.  I've got
some homework, but it'll only take me a half hour.  What about you guys?"

They both had homework, so we agreed that we'd eat, watch some TV and then
help each other with our homework and then see "what came up".  Once we'd
eaten and wasted some time watching TV we got down to getting our homework
done.  Stevie had Biology, one of my best subjects, Shawn had English, one
of my other good courses and I had math, my all time worst subject and
fortunately one of Shawn's strong points.  Shawn and I exchanged homework
and I did his while he did mine.  Then I helped Stevie with his Biology.  I
think we were done in less than 20 minutes and had the rest of the evening
to do what we wanted.

Shawn stuffed his homework in his bag and pulled out a magazine I'd never
seen before called "Oui".  He'd gotten it from a 21 year old uncle who'd
bought it in Montreal.  As we started looking through it we all became hard
as rocks.  In no time we were all naked and lying on my bed.  Shawn's eyes
just about fell out of his sockets when he saw that Stevie and I were
shaved everywhere.  I'd told him we'd done it, but I don't think he was
quite ready for the reality.  We spent the next hour sucking, jacking and
cumming all over each other in various permutations and combinations and
needed a shower before it was time for the guys to go.  As we were getting
out of the shower Stevie slipped into my room and made a phone call.  When
he came back, he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"I called my folks and told them I had a stomach ache and wanted to know if
I could stay here tonight to let it get better.  They said it was OK, and
that I should call them if it got any worse," he giggled.

Shawn looked at him then at me and started laughing.  "Now that's fuckin'
cool, man. You guys have fun.  I'll see you tomorrow."

I suggested we get together tomorrow morning after practice just before
classes and Shawn said he'd try and then he had to leave.  I called him
later to make sure he wasn't pissed about Stevie and me and he said he was
fine with it and he knew it wasn't going to interfere with our friendship.
I didn't want to take a chance on losing my best friend.

After Shawn had gone, Stevie and I sat around and watched TV.  We were both
naked and it felt like we were doing something naughty, which added to the
fun.  He asked if he could have any beer and I suggested that we not get
into it tonight, since it was getting late and we had practice next
morning.  I told him swimming with a hangover was something he didn't want
to try and he agreed.  We gently jacked each other and I leaned back in the
couch and enjoyed the feel of Stevie's hard, warm cock in my hand and his
hand on my dick.  Then Stevie turned around on the couch and lay down with
his head in my naked lap, my throbbing cock in front of his mouth.  He
stuck his tongue out and licked my shaft intermittently.  It felt so good,
having his head in my lap and I stroked his hair, over and around his ear,
occasionally pulling on the lobe and then running my thumb along his
jawline.  I hadn't noticed it before, but he had grown some slight peach
fuzz along his jaw.  My boy was growing up.

Stevie wrapped his hand around my shaft and began gently stroking along the
length of my cock, all the while continuing to kiss it.

"We need to take this to the bedroom," I said, so we got up, turned off the
TV and lights and went into my bedroom.  As soon as we'd gotten on the bed,
Stevie moved up and planted a kiss right on my lips.  I responded and we
began pushing our tongues into each other's mouth.  We stayed locked like
that for quite a while, gently feeling and stroking each other throughout.
I kissed my way down Stevie's body to his beautiful bare cock and balls and
slipped his cock right into my mouth.  The hell with the foreplay.  Adding
suction, I began bobbing my head, driving my lips up and down his hard
shaft.  As I did, I slid my finger onto his tight hole and wiggled it,
causing his dick to flex.  I pushed a little and it popped in.  Stevie's
hips shot upward and as he settled my finger slid farther into his opening,
until it was all the way in.  I twirled and wiggled my finger and Stevie
became more and more excited, until I could sense he was getting close to
cumming and I prodded his prostate.

"AAAAHHHH FFFFUUUCCCKCKK," he screamed (and I mean screamed) as he started
shooting his teenage jizz into my mouth.  I kept stimulating that little
button as he continued to shoot and jerk and twitch.  "Enough, enough,
please, can't take any more, stop," he cried and so I gently eased my
finger out of him and he collapsed back onto the bed, panting.

Once he'd caught his breath and his heart rate had returned to normal.
Stevie kissed me and looking me in the eye said, "That was so intense."

"Yeah, you seemed to enjoy it."

Looking me in the eye, he said, "I want you to feel that good.  And I think
I'm ready, now.  I want you to fuck me."

I sat up and looked at him.  "Are you sure?" I asked.  "That's an awfully
big step, and I'm not going to take it unless I know you really want it,
not just to make me happy.  I'm not going to take a chance on fucking up
this relationship.  You're too important to me."

He sat up, kissed me again and said he was not only ready, he really wanted
to and he wanted me to do it tonight.  I went into the bathroom and got the
Vaseline and had Stevie lay down on his stomach with his hips on a couple
of pillows.  I couldn't believe I was going to finally get what I'd dreamt
about and jacked off over for so long.  I kissed Stevie's head and stroked
his back and bum and then kissed my way down to his gorgeous tight mounds.
This time there'd be foreplay.  No slam, bam, thank you Sam with this boy.
I was going to take my time and enjoy it and make sure Stevie enjoyed it
every bit as much as I did.

I spent a long time just kissing and worshipping Stevie's sweet pale ass
cheeks and sliding my tongue up and down his crack and across his pucker.
Each time I did, he tensed and gasped.  I put a small amount of Vaseline on
my finger and rubbed it rapidly across his hole and his legs shuddered like
he'd been given electric shocks.  He'd pressed his head into the bed and
was moaning as I did this.  I slid my finger into his opening and the
sphincter closed down on it, so I waited until I felt him relax.  Then I
pushed and slid the rest of my finger in.  His cheeks tightened and he
gasped again, but relaxed fairly quickly.  I reached over and got more
Vaseline and put it on his hole and then put a second finger against his
now looser opening and slid the tip in.  I heard him suck in air and
watched his legs straighten and continued to push until my second finger
was in him up to my second knuckle.  I paused like that and gently twisting
my fingers in his anus, asked him if he still wanted me to continue or pull
out.

He took a deep breath and said, "No, I want you to do it.  I want you to
fuck me, please."

I spread his legs wider, made sure his hips were well supported and lubed
up my rampant erection, positioned myself over top of Stevie and pulling my
fingers out, put the tip of my cock at his widened opening.  Sliding the
tip of the head into where my fingers had just been, I felt the heat of
this boy on my penis and it was driving me crazy.  As much as I'd have
wanted, I couldn't have stopped at this point if he'd asked me to.  I
pushed a bit more and Stevie began thrashing on the bed.  He gripped the
covers in both hands and his cheeks tightened.  I heard him whimper, so I
stopped right where I was and waited for a while until he was able to
relax.

"You OK?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he replied with a hitch in his voice, "Just go slow, it's so big
(just what every guy wants to hear)."

I leaned in and kissed his cheek and his ear and then his hair.  All this
time, the head of my penis had been pressing against his hole and it had
gradually eased farther in.  I gave once more push and the whole head slid
in and his sphincter closed over top of the corona.  I was in my little
lover.  I started gently pushing and pulling in short strokes so he'd get
used to my cock in his ass and then was able to gradually increase the
length of the strokes until I was finally fully inside Stevie and my bare
pubic mound was up against his bare ass cheeks, skin on skin.  As tight as
Lane had been, I'd swear Stevie was even tighter.  It felt like nothing I'd
ever experienced in fucking Lane or any of the girls I'd had sex with.  The
heat was like my cock was engulfed in a small oven set on warm.  It was
like his ass had been designed to exactly fit my cock and I was overcome
with the love I felt for Stevie.  I actually began to cry quietly, the
feelings were so intense.  I began sliding in and out of Stevie, taking
long, slow strokes, and I could hear him as I did.  He kept repeating, "oh
yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," as I pumped into him.  I had to see his face as we
made love, so I stopped, pulled out and had him roll onto his back.  I
pulled his legs up onto my shoulders and slid my cock back into him.  It
went in with no hesitation this time and the look of happiness on his face
was beautiful.  I noticed he had some tear streaks on his cheeks so, as I
plunged into and out of him I leaned over and kissed where he'd cried.  I
kissed his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and then his mouth.
I could feel I was getting close, so I sped up my strokes a bit and grabbed
hold of his semi-hard penis and began jacking him.  As I got closer, I sped
up even more and Stevie and I both began moaning, until with a final cry, I
shot every sperm my body had produced that day into my young lover's
behind.  My cock was blasting and my balls felt like they'd pulled up right
back into my abdomen.  My head was spinning and my legs could hardly hold
me up and yet I continued to cum.

"Oh my god, I can feel you cumming!" Stevie cried.  I somehow continued to
jack him off and with the stimulation of his prostate by my cock and the
intensity of the feelings, Stevie began to shoot his young cum in between
us, some of it hitting my chest and some hitting his chest.  We were both
moaning and panting so loud I thought the neighbours would hear us.  After
I'd finally stopped cumming, I let Stevie's legs down and fell on top of
him, with my cock still in his hole and his still hard cock trapped between
us.  We locked in an incredibly passionate kiss and kept kissing as my
softening cock slid out of his hole with a plop.  I rolled off him and
wrapped my arms around him, pulling him in to lie right up against me and
kept kissing his hair, forehead and any other spot I could get to.

I slowly got up after a few minutes and got us a couple of warm, wet
washcloths and we took turns cleaning each other.  I took extra care when I
cleaned his bum as I didn't want to irritate his hole.  When we were
finished and lying together on the bed, I looked at him and said, "Look, I
want to tell you something, but I'm afraid it'll upset you, but I've got to
tell you."

He looked scared and asked "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"Wrong? No, nothing's wrong.  I just have to tell you that I love you and I
just can't believe how much."

We both started tearing up and Stevie kissed me and said, "I love you too.
I have since the summer."