Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2007 21:58:56 +0000
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: Mick & Friends - 20

Hi there. In case you had not guessed it by now this is an erotic story
involving sexual acts of a gay nature between teen boys. If this is not
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Chapter 19 ended:

I was quiet for the journey home and mom in her understanding way left me
with my thoughts. I was going to have a struggle to get used to the idea of
not seeing Kevin and Brandon regularly any more.


Chapter 20

When we got home, I went and put my bags away and then wandered through to
the lounge. All I really wanted to do was to go and sleep and hope to wake
up and find that I was still with Brandon and Kevin and that the weekend
together was never going to end. But I am not a real dreamer and so went to
spend some time with mom. She had been getting to see precious little of me
these last few weeks and I knew that she missed it; even if she did say she
it was ok. I sat down and mom came through from the kitchen and asked if I
wanted any tea or such like to drink.

"No thanks, mom. I had enough at Brandon's." I replied. She obviously
hadn't because she made herself a cup and then came through to the lounge.

"Did you have a good weekend with Brandon and Kevin, dear?"

"Yeah it was great. Just the ending of it was shit." I only realised the
word I had used after it was out.

"I'll let it go this time, young man, but I don't like hearing that sort of
word in my house." Mom corrected me.

"Sorry mom; I know. I didn't mean to use it. It kind of popped out
unbidden." I grinned at her to show that I was trying to lighten the
situation and not be rude or cheeky.

"Well I'm not going to ask you what you did because I don't think I want to
know the details. But I do want to know if you are ok about it all."

"Yeah, I'm glad I got the chance to be with Brandon and Kevin, but it
really bugs me that I will not be seeing them so much any more, and don't
even know when I will see them again."

"I know its difficult son, but Mick, I promise you I will do all I can to
help you to see Brandon and Kevin as much as possible. In fact, how would
you like to have them come and stay during the summer holidays?" Mom asked.

"I would really like that, thank you. But I hope I don't have to wait that
long before seeing them again."

"Oh no. I hope so too. It's just that I thought we might be able to
organise for them to stay for a few days in the holidays."

"A few days! That would be awesome. It would be really great. Yes please,
mom."

Life was beginning to look a little rosier now. If they were allowed to
come and stay they would be able to meet my new friends and we would be
able to have quite a bit of sex. Especially with mom out at work during the
day.

"Uh, how soon can they come and stay, seeing as how it is already the
holidays?" I asked.

"Well I hadn't thought of an exact date yet but let's have a week or two
and then we will see when they are free to come. OK."

"Can we see after a week rather than the two? Please?"

"Yes! I guess so." Mom sounded a little exasperated and so I decided not to
push my luck any further and simply thanked her again. We sat there for a
bit in silence and then mom said, "I want you to spend the day with me
tomorrow. I want to go and choose some paint with you to redecorate your
room and I want us to just have the chance to be together without any
others getting in between. Ok?"

"Yes sure mom. I know that I have been pretty much out of your sight and I
understand. In fact as much as I miss Brandon and Kevin, I also miss you
and have been feeling a little guilty about it, so it will be great to
spend some time as just us." Besides this I knew that come Monday I would
be free to go out to see the others when mom went off to work. Not that
this was prime in my reasoning. I did love my mom and appreciated how she
had not only accepted my gay choice and friends, but had been supportive of
me and treated me more like a grown-up than a teenage kid.



The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. We talked on and off when we
came together in a room and then went off to do our own things and I went
off to bed shortly after eating our evening meal as I really was tired. Mom
didn't seem to mind as we had agreed to spend the whole day together the
next day. And I was really tired. I mean really tired; so tired I didn't
even have a wank or even try to before dropping off to sleep. I just shed
my clothes leaving them lying on the floor and climbed naked into
bed. Within seconds I was asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I had the
usual morning glory and was about to pad through to the bathroom in my
birthday suit with my pecker pointing the way as had become my custom at
home, when I remembered that I had some colour down below which I would
rather mom didn't see and have get the opportunity to tease me about and
ask questions as to how it came about; so I pulled on a pair of shorts and
then made my way through to have a shower and take care of my needs. Again
as usual, I pulled my piece in the shower and used soap as a lubricant
which helped to get rid of some of the marker ink. I decided that it would
take one more shower to fade it sufficiently that it shouldn't be
noticeable except under a close scrutiny. Back in my room I added a 't'
shirt to my shorts and a pair of trainers and headed off to the kitchen for
some breakfast. Mom was already busy in the kitchen and instead of the
usual bowl of cereal or muesli there was bacon and eggs on toast with
coffee and orange juice.

"Ah too great Mom!" I showed my approval and was rewarded with a smile.

"It's a pleasure, especially to see you happy about it."

"Well it sure beats the usual. Especially as I haven't had to prepare it
myself."

"Ok. tuck in - you get to do the dishes before we go out though."

"I knew there would be a catch." I was just teasing and mom knew it as we
had a dishwasher now and mom knew that I really didn't mind doing this
chore.

"No catch there, young man, you would be doing the dishes even if there was
only cereal for breakfast as well."  This was quit true and so we just
grinned at each other and i began to tuck in as mom had suggested.

We had a leisurely breakfast and then I stacked the dishwasher and set it
going. Mom did a bit of tidying up and then we left to go and have our day
together; arriving home about 5 hours later with our purchases; both fairly
tired and mom suggested we go off to KFC in Braintree for our dinner to
save cooking it. We had only had a little snack for lunch and so I was
ravenous and readily agreed to as it would mean that we would actually eat
earlier than if we had to begin preparing things from scratch at home. Also
I did like KFC. When we got home from getting our dinner we sat and chatted
for a bit, and then mom said she was tired and as she had to go to work in
the morning was going off to bed. I said I would go off also because I was
still tired and don't think I had caught up from the nights with Brandon
and Kevin. I got into bed, naked as normal, and found that though I had my
hand wrapped around my cock, I could not work up the energy to play with it
much and dropped off to sleep without having wanked. But never mind, I was
free the next day to catch up if I felt so inclined. I could also sleep in
as late as I liked. And I did. I woke up earlier and went off to the loo to
relieve my bladder, and then went back to bed and to sleep for another
couple of hours. When I woke up again, I knew from the time that mom was
already at work and that I had the house to myself. I got up and went off
to the loo again and then wandered through to the kitchen to get some
breakfast, or rather brunch as it was late enough that I would only need
one meal for the two. I finished my breakfast and cleaned up the dishes
then strolled through to the lounge trying to decide what to do. Should I
just blob around at home, or should I go out and try to see Bob or Mark and
his brother? Looking back, I guess I was a little depressed at the time and
hence was struggling to find enthusiasm for anything. I flopped down onto
the sofa and used the remote to turn the TV on and then flicked through the
channels. In doing so, I stumbled on a program which was covering junior
gymnastics and by a stroke of luck today's episode was concentrating on
boy's disciplines. At first I was just watching superficially as the boys
did floor exercises and there were a few pointers made by experts as they
trained and commentated on what the boys were doing. For the floor
exercises, the boys were wearing vests and loose shorts, but when they
moved onto the pommel horse they were wearing tight shorts which stretched
over their packages giving room for a bit of imagination and a lot of
excitement. At last my interest was getting piqued. I sat there with my
eyes glued to the screen watching as each boy was put through his paces and
especially when the instructors would hold their legs and show the boys the
sort of position they should get into as they swung around on the
horse. When the scene was filmed from the rear, you could easily make out
each globe of the guys bums as their shorts cut up into the crease of their
arse, and of course when they were filmed from the front, their legs
stretched out in the splits pulled the material of the shorts tight up into
the crotch and because they were not actually moving there were times when
you could make out both balls and the cock. Of course this stimulation had
the desired affect and soon enough my cock was hard and I was rubbing it
slowly and gently; almost subconsciously. Then a boy came onto the mat and
I almost choked. He was so beautiful. He had the lithe athletic figure one
would expect of a gymnast. Looking at his height and general shape, I
thought that he would be about 16 or so. He stood sideways on to the camera
and his profile promised much. His hair covered his ears and was a nice
straw blond. His features were chiselled and his pectoral muscles stood out
on his chest showing a step in under them of about half an inch, which was
accentuated by the tightness of his vest which also showed off that he had
a flat stomach. Then the front of his shorts drew the eyes as his piece
made the shorts bulge out in a decidedly delightful show. His legs too,
were sculptured with beautifully proportioned musculature. He then turned
to face the camera as he was shown how to signal to the judges he was ready
to start his routine. I think my jaw literally dropped. He had piercing
blue eyes and was a true Adonis. I was shocked again as the commentator
announced that he was only thirteen years old and was his county's hope for
winning the junior championship even though he would be competing against
boys as old as 16. I thought he must be more physically mature than a
normal 13 year old, but wondered how he would do against boys so much older
who had had more years of experience and training. I knew I was advanced
for my age, but this guy, only a year older than me looked to be so much
more advanced. Then he got into the routine and I could see just why they
thought he had a chance. He was poetry in motion. When he had finished his
routine the instructors then went over it with him pointing out where he
had done well and where he could still improve. One of the instructors got
him up on the horse with one hand on each pommel and his legs in the splits
at which point they showed him that both his feet had been low, below the
level of his elbows and they told him that he should be trying to get one
foot on each swing up higher than his shoulders putting his legs into
almost a straight line with each other. to demonstrate this to him the
instructor lifted his right leg up to where his foot was level with his
shoulder and then the other instructor pulled his other leg up a bit till
they were in the straight line they were talking about. In this position
his shorts were tightly stretched over his genitals and it was clear that
with his movements, his cock which had been hanging down in the middle to
make his shorts bulge out, had now moved to lie down his right leg with his
balls held to the left of it; and clearly his physical development was
bigger than the average thirteen year old. In fact I reckoned he was a lot
bigger than me at only a year younger than him. I was really stroking my
cock now and wishing that I had taped the show so that I could look at it
again. But then the one instructor ran his hand up the boy's leg and
straight across his goods to continue up the other leg, demonstrating the
straight line. I'm sure he was not actually touching the boy, but on the TV
it looked like he was and had therefore also run his hand over his cock and
balls. I was getting close when they got the boy to go up into a hand stand
on the pommels as if in preparation for his dismount and began to show him
how to keep his toes more pointed to help keep his legs straight. The
instructors then got him to arch his back a bit more and as he did so, his
cock slid down his shorts leg to nestle into his crotch again. How he did
not feel that and spring an instant boner, I don't know. He must have been
concentrating so much on what was going on with the training that he was
oblivious to his cock moving around. However it did show that he couldn't
be wearing anything else under those shorts. Finally as he dropped from the
horse to the mat, I saw his cock drop down again with the jolt of the
landing to push his shorts out in a nice bulge. This was too much for me to
take and within a few more strokes my cock erupted in a magnificent orgasm
spewing out more than 24 hours of built up cum all over my chest and
belly. And then they said that the boy was from Witham in Essex. I couldn't
believe it and decided I would make a point of looking out for him when I
went out and also at school, in the hopes that he would attend the same
school as I was going to be going to. I should have got up to get some
tissue to clean up with, but I could not draw myself away from the program
I was watching and so the jism began to run down my body to gather in the
cup made by my holding my legs tightly together and I began to scoop it up
into my mouth as I continued to watch. When they moved on to the rings they
used yet another god like boy. Not as good as the previous Adonis, but
still a great looker. This one was obviously older and was dark haired with
a darker complexion to go along with it, but he was good to look at. It
turned out this guy was indeed 16 and had the sculptured body of an
athlete. His package was clearly held in check in a jock strap under his
shorts. The lines of the hems of the strap were visible under the stretched
fabric. He had such a bulge though, I reckoned he had a good sized set of
equipment and would probably sport a longer than average hard-on. Needless
to say, my cock was hard again and I was still using my fingers to scrape
up the last of my cum from the previous orgasm. I knew that I would cum
again before the program ended and went back to stroking my hard-on gaining
a second round of pleasure from it. As with the pommel horse, the
instructors let the lad go through his routine and then moved his body into
various positions to show what he had achieved and how he could
improve. Only with the rings, the instructors had stand on sets of steps in
order to reach the boy. After doing a couple more boys on the rings they
moved onto the parallel bars and again there were some new boys who were
very definitely worth looking at. My timing couldn't have been better. As
they were demonstrating the last boy landing with his legs astride the bars
and even from the back you could see the bulge his balls made in the skin
tight shorts he was wearing I came again. Not as violent a blast as the
previous one, but still with a little bit of cum which again I scooped up
before getting up to go and get cleaned up properly in the bathroom.



I had just finished cleaning up when the doorbell rang. I went to my room,
pulled on a pair of shorts and then went down to see who was at the
door. To my delight I discovered it was Bob.

"Hi ya Mick. I just had to come round to see if you were home at last or
still with your friends in Brentwood."

"Hey Bob. Good to see you. No I got back on Saturday evening but I was
pretty well tuckered out then and yesterday I spent with my mom as she had
not seen me for a while and insisted that I give her some time. And well
today I just couldn't make up my mind what to do. I mean, I'm a bit unsure
whether or not I would be good company or if I will just be moody. I'm
sorry; I guess I should still have phoned you or something."

"No sweat man. I can guess at how you are feeling, but I still needed to
come and see you. Look if you want me to go, I will, but I think you need
to talk a bit and anyhow, I need some company myself because I'm bored
shitless and the hols have only just started."

"No don't go. I want to see you also, but don't want to be a drag because
of my mood, that's all."

We went through and sat down in the lounge for a bit and began to chat when
Bob asked if we could go up to my room. "I need to see you naked. You are
so beautiful I just can't get enough. Do you mind?"

"We don't need to go to my room for that." I responded as I stood up and
dropped my shorts. Stepping out of them i kicked them up with one foot and
caught them to dump them on the arm of the chair I had been sitting on. I
then did a a little pirouette for Bob and sat back down with a grin.

"Well actually, I want to see you more with my hands and was hoping we
could lie down together on that bed of yours. I don't think I could be
naked in your mom's lounge. I know she is not here, but it still would feel
odd or wrong. Please."

"Come on then, but you got to let me guide you on the way. Ok?"

"What do you mean?" Bob asked as he stood up. I didn't say a word. I walked
over to him, undid the fly of his jeans and pulled his cock out. Taking a
hold of it I tugged and led him by that up to my room. In the last hour I
had come twice, but by the time I got to my room, I was hard all over
again. I let go of Bob's cock and flopped down onto my bed, lying half on,
half off.



"Stay like that." Bob ordered as he moved back and closed the door and then
standing in my line of site he stripped for me. Did his own pirouette which
showed that his arse needed shaving again and then came and knelt on the
floor beside the bed. He leant forward to kiss my cock and then ran his
hands down my legs and picked them up as he stood up and helped me to get
laid out properly on the bed. He then climbed over me to lie down along
side of me but on his side while I was on my back. He got himself
comfortable lifting his hard cock up and resting it on my thigh. His one
hand was bent to prop his head up and the other hand he used to begin
running a finger lightly over my chest and circle my nipples and slowly and
gently explore by touch my body. "Do you want to tell me about your nights
with Brandon and Kevin and how you come to have a cock which is a different
colour to the one I know? He asked.

"Ah man! It was awesome! We each got fucked and fucked each other. That's
so different to sticking anything up the arse or wanking or even a
blowjob. You just can't compare them."

"And the colouring?" Bob urged me on.

"We played a game with forfeits and this was one of them." I then went on
to tell him in detail most of what we had done and how I enjoyed it. By the
time I finished, Bob was actively wanking me, and he moved around to give
me a blowjob. I think because I had had two orgasms fairly close together
and only just shortly before Bob's lips wrapped around my cock, I took a
long time to come again and during that time, Bob had also been finger
fucking me and had three fingers doing it as I shot a very reduced and weak
load into his mouth.

Bob licked me clean and then looked up at me.

"Can I ...?

"Yes." I pre-empted his question and answered it before he could ask it
fully. "At least you can try; but I haven't had a cock that big up me yet
and I don't know if I can take it." I stretched out my arm to my bedside
table and grabbed the tube of KY Jelly which I had put there the night
before intending to use it on a wank, but hadn't got that far and hadn't
yet put away out of mom's sight and passed it over to Bob.

Bob lifted my legs up and rested them on his shoulders and then squeezing a
dollop of jelly out onto his fingers he rubbed it around my hole and in it
and then squeezed out another lot to grease up his cock. Then he guided it
up to my hole and began to push lightly against it. I pushed down
internally as if I was going to have a shit and the head of Bob's cock
popped in. It hurt and I must have grimaced a bit because Bob was suddenly
very concerned. "Sorry Mick, is that hurting too much?"

"No, it's ok. I think. Just go really slowly please."

"You sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"It's ok. Promise. It only hurts a little and if you go slow at first I
will get used to it and then it will stop hurting." I don't know why I was
explaining it as Bob already knew what it was like and how it worked. Bob
did go slowly for quite a while and this enabled my bum to get used to the
size of his cock and for me to relax so that the pain eased away. As Bob
continued to slowly fuck me, he moved his hips around so that his angle of
penetration changed from thrust to thrust causing changes in the sensations
I was experiencing and my cock to get hard once again. Bob must have sensed
that I was in a more comfortable state and began to speed up without
actually asking if it was ok. It was and I was enjoying having a good sized
cock massaging my prostrate from time to time. Bob likewise was enjoying
his time and soon he was at that point where there is no stopping or
consideration of others; there is only the fulfilment of desire and need
and bob was banging away at my back side like a man possessed until he
suddenly tensed up and thrust in harder than he had before and then he held
it in there as deep as he could go as the first shot of his spunk blasted
out of his cock and hit the wall of my chute with sufficient force for me
to feel it. Then he made a short jerk and the next shot blasted out. A few
more jerks and some more hard shots and then he eased down into a few more
pumps done more leisurely and controlled before he fell forwards onto me
and began to kiss me as he mumbled his thanks. Finally his cock softened
enough that it slowly slid out of my bum and Bob rolled off me.

"Mick, that was fucking awesome. I tell you that was one of the best fucks
I have had and I think it is because I have feelings for you which are
stronger than just friendship." Bob said and then reached over so that he
could caress me some more, and in doing so discovered that my cock was
still hard. "Shit, Mick, how many times can get you get hard in the same
day?"

"Don't actually know, Bob, never counted before." I grinned as I answered
him because I knew that he had not expected an answer, and he knew that.

Bob continued to stroke my body with his fingertips. "You know, you really
are a neat guy. Have you thought about being my ward any more?" he asked as
he ran a finger up the length of my hard on.

"Yeah. I have and I think it could be fun, but I want you to tell me more
about what would be expected of me as the ward and also what I can expect
as a ward."

"Apart from the initiation weekend, what happens is pretty much what the
ward and his guardian agree on. The guardian does have an unwritten duty to
protect his ward and so like on the first day of school, I will escort you
in and introduce you to the other guardians so that they know who you are
and can look out for you as well. We have a kind of scratch each others
backs policy. That way we make it easier to ensure that each ward is
protected as much as possible. Also when people see you arriving at school
with seniors and then being introduced to other seniors they will know that
you are under protection and there won't be many who try to do something to
you. Of course, as my ward, I will expect a bit in return; but I think
after what you have shown me today that will be no problem for us at all."
And all the time Bob was telling me he had continued stroking me, circling
my nipples and running up and down my stomach; probing my navel and giving
my cock gently tickles. He also stroked as far down my inner thighs as he
could reach and cuddled my balls. His ministrations had woken up all my
nerve endings and every touch; every feather light stroke; every tickle and
cuddle heightened my sexual tension and I was absolutely loving it. Even
though I was now desperate to come, I didn't want his fondling to end. "Do
you want to fuck me?" Bob asked as he wrapped his hand around my cock and
began to jerk it more fully.

"Not this time. I'm too close. I want you to just wank me till I come now,
please. Do you mind?"

"No. I want to jerk you off, but thought I had better offer to let you fuck
me seeing as how I have just fucked you."

"That doesn't mean anything. We're friends. Friends don't count the turns
or the costs. We do for each other what it takes to make our friend happy
without expecting a favour in return. Now get on with the wanking." Bob had
stopped when I had started talking because of my first words. It was only
when I clarified what I meant that he realised I was not saying that his
fuck had meant nothing to me.

"You carry on like this and I know that there is going to be more than just
great friendship between us. At least from my side. I know that I really
like you now and I think I'm actually falling in love with you. Can I kiss
you, please?" Bob had resumed pumping my cock and he leaned over to kiss
me. I didn't actually answer his question. Instead I parted my lips and let
him take my mouth with his and within seconds his tongue was exploring my
mouth like he had never done this to another before. The only trouble was
that Bob did not seem too good at multi-tasking and so he stopped wanking
my cock.

I pulled my mouth away and said, "If you can't wank me while you kiss me,
you will have to wait to kiss me till after I come, `cause I can't wait any
longer. Please just concentrate on bringing me off."

"Sorry Mick. Sorry. I promise I will concentrate on the job in hand now."

I couldn't even comment on his unintentional pun for fear that it might
stop him from carrying on the particular job in his hand at the moment. Bob
grabbed the KY jelly and squeezed a blob onto my cock and used his fingers
to spread it around as he continued to wank me. The combination of his
movements with the lubrication making it smoother and my heightened
sensations brought me to the edge very quickly and soon I was coming for
the fourth time that day, and even though I had come this time it was one
of the strongest orgasms I had had and I was surprised at how much semen I
was able to pump out; and also how far the first drops went. Well at least
when Bob started to kiss me again he would get something more than just my
saliva. But Bob was intent on having still more and he began with the tip
of my cock and moved from there on up my torso licking up all the drops of
my cum until he again got to my mouth and we resumed the kiss I had
interrupted.

Kisses can only last so long though and when we broke it off, we were
panting and our lips were sore.  I looked down bob's body and saw that his
cock was hard again and so I reached over and took it in my hand and began
to wank him, but Bob stopped me and removed my hand from his cock.

"Sorry Mick, I can't let you carry on with that this time. After I have
fucked someone my cock stays too sensitive for so long and right now it is
still too sensitive and I just can't stand having it touched like that
yet."

"Don't be sorry, Bob. I'll have another chance to wank you another
day. Let's go shower instead." We both walked naked through to the bathroom
and got in the shower. Bob washed me and worked my cock into an erection
again, but he couldn't stand me touching him yet and so had to wash his own
goolies. I don't know how that didn't affect him, but my touching him did,
but I don't think it was just an act, and can't see any reason for putting
on such an act; rather the opposite would be the norm for people in our
situation. I know for myself being caressed and brought to gratification by
someone else was far more preferable and satisfying than doing it
solo. Having gone through to the bathroom naked we had no choice but to
walk back through to my room naked and I let Bob lead the way so that I
could look at him some more. Hi bum and back were shoeing that he was in
need of another shave and so I told him.

"Well you could come around tomorrow and do it for me." he replied half
turning so that he could look at me and grinned.

"I thought you might say something like that. I might just do that. Then
perhaps we could go and see Mark and Michael."

"Well will have rather a long walk. Their folks have taken them away for a
few days."

"They never mentioned that they were going away when I saw them last
weekend."

"No it was a bit of a surprise. Their dad had to go to Scotland on business
and as he was driving up took them along with and while he is doing his
business, their mom is taking them sight seeing and all that. They only
found out on Thursday, but they will be back on either Thursday or
Friday. So you and I will have to put up with each other for a few days
more."

"I think I can cope with that." We had got my room, but neither of us had
made any attempt to put on clothes and were now just sitting cross legged
on the bed facing each other. "Hey, mom has said I will be able to have
Brandon and Kevin come and stay for a few days during the holidays and
hopefully that means you guys will be able to meet them and they you."

"That would be cool. At least then when you talk about them, we will be
able to picture them and how they fit in with things."

"Yeah, I thought so too." I leaned back against the head board and Bob took
this as a signal and leaned forward to begin caressing me again and of
course, my cock rose to his ministrations once again.

"I love it." Bob smiled at me as he took hold of my cock and began to give
it some attention. "You really are a horny teenager aren't you? I know that
I am going to enjoy keeping you hard as much as I can. I get more pleasure
out of doing this to you than I actually get out of wanking myself. I get
hard just from touching others cocks, but I get really turned on when I
touch you. I don't know why, but there is something special about you that
I can't yet describe. Maybe it's love. Fuck I just hope that you get to
feel about me the same way I feel about you."

"I ..."

"Ssh." Bob stopped my interruption. "I know that you have stronger feelings
for Brandon and probably also Kevin. I understand that and I accept that as
well. Also I don't want you to change because then I would also have to
fear that you might just drop me as well if you found yet someone else. All
I can hope for is that as we spend more time together you can get to feel
something deeper for me. And no, I don't want you to say anything about how
you feel about me now. One you're hurting at the break with Brandon and
Kevin, hence you're not sure about coming out today, and two you don't know
me well enough yet to have made up your mind. Also if you have the same
sort of feelings for Brandon as I have for you, I know that you would feel
guilty about having feelings for me. Ah, shit I'm rambling and getting all
maudlin and confused. Let's change the subject." I thought I could see the
beginnings of a tear in Bob's eye and so instantly decided to help by
changing the subject.



"You still too sensitive?" I enquired as I reached over and took a hold of
his cock which was as hard as mine was. I didn't get an immediate answer
and so gave his cock a couple of strokes.

"It's still sensitive, but I think I can make myself cope with being
touched again." Bob smiled at me again and began to stroke my cock again as
well.

"I want to suck you. Can I please?"

"Only if you let me suck you at the same time." We moved into a 69
position, both lying on our sides and began to take some meat into our
mouths. I expected that as I had already had four orgasms in fewer hours, I
would take quite a while to reach a new orgasm and so settled in for long
haul stimulation. I was lying on my right side and had put my right arm out
above my head as I lay down and now had it bent around so that I could
fondle Bob's balls and the surrounding area I could reach without having to
move my arm too much. I let go of Bob's cock with my left hand once I had
got it all down into my mouth and was bobbing (pun intended) up and down on
it. This left it free for me to reach over and tickle Bob's bum. Then my
fingers found his hole and after a bit of gentle pressure I got a finger
inside his bum and began to feel around. Bob likewise was using both his
hands to heighten the pleasure I was feeling through his mouth and tongue
playing on my cock. We had been going at only for a few minutes when Bob
tensed up and the next thing he was already blasting a load of spunk into
my mouth. I wasn't having any of this and with my finger up his bum and my
hands on his balls, I continued to suck away trying to keep his cock hard
and heading toward a further orgasm; but Bob was still too sensitive and
letting go of my cock he told me that he couldn't take any more and that he
needed to get his cock free. I thought briefly of forcing him to go through
with staying in my mouth, but then took pity on him and released his cock.

"Do you want to fuck me now or just have me suck you off?" Bob Asked.

"I'm a bit worn out, actually. I've had 4 orgasms today already. I don't
think that I have enough energy to have a fuck now."

"So what's it to be - hand or mouth?"

"Mouth please."

"Ok, but I am going to swallow and not share."

"Ok, I already had a load and I don't think you will get that much from me
this time round anyway."

"I'll take all I can get and be thankful for it."

"I think I'll be the one who is thankful."

"Don't say that until I have finished the task. You might find my attention
wandering again."

"Oh shut up and get on with it." I wasn't really being impatient, I just
was teasing a bit. Anyway Bob knew that it was time to stop the chatter and
get on with the job and so he moved around till he was positioned between
my legs as I lay on my back. Even though he had already been sucking on my
cock, he did not go right back to it, instead he moved forward until he
could kiss me on the lips and then he moved in the predictable way down to
my neck, each nipple in turn and my belly before reaching my knob. But he
only gave it a few quick sucks before he left my cock and went on down onto
my balls and took them one at a time into his mouth applying suction till
it almost hurt and then releasing the suction on the balls but not on the
bag and going on to give the bag a hickie. It would only be when I looked
at it in the morning that I would see just how big a hickie it was. The
bruise was about an inch across and almost a perfect circle - so much more
attractive than the hickies girls give their boyfriends. Well at least
that's my opinion anyway. Then he moved on around to that delightfully
sensitive little path between the ball bag and the arsehole, teasing it
backwards and forwards with his tongue and bringing me to the point of
almost begging to brought to climax. But before he was going to accede to
my pleas, Bob wanted to visit just one more place with his tongue. A place
he had spent a bit of time on getting cleaned up in the shower earlier. And
he reached it on his last pass over the trail leading to my bum. I felt his
tongue begin first, to circle my hole and then start to probe it applying a
bit of pressure until he gained a little entrance. Then he shoved his
tongue hard and pushed it in as far as he could get it. It was not the
first time that I had been rimmed, but this was the first time I had been
rimmed quite like this. I was experiencing totally new sensations which
were quite beyond description and did bring me to the point where I was
totally begging to be brought to orgasm. I even got so desperate as to be
reminding him that I had acquiesced to his requests and that now it his
turn to return the favour. And he did but he didn't pass over the
opportunity for a bit more licking on the way back to my cock. Eventually
my cock entered his mouth and his tongue started a dance over the tip
digging in to the piss slit and slipping around inside my foreskin. Then
his tongue found that most sensitive part just at the base of my cock head
and he massaged that with the extra pressure of his tongue as his lips took
in the rest of my cock and pumped it till I thought that I would either
have to come or explode. I didn't fancy the idea of being splattered over
the bedroom and so I came. I don't think I produced much jism, but I know
that I experienced some of the most violent spasms I had ever had during an
orgasm and found that after several of these spasms, as my orgasm began to
recede my knob end was so sensitive, I couldn't take any more and asked Bob
to stop. I think he realised just how I was now feeling and so he stopped
and did not even try to lick the tip clean as we all normally did. Despite
his having let my cock drop to my stomach and nothing was touching it, it
continued to jerk spasmodically for quite a while. I put my hand down to my
cock to see if I was still actually pumping anything out of it and nearly
jumped. Just the touch sent a jolt of lightening like shock through me. Now
I understood what Bob was talking about when he said he was too sensitive
to be touched. He at least could touch himself, but I couldn't even do
that.



Not long after that, Bob got himself dressed and headed off to go home. I
stayed naked and saw him to the door but made sure that I was out of view
from the outside. Some people could get a little upset if they saw me
saying good bye to a friend of the same sex and me in the nude with a half
hard cock. I still had not fully softened from the blow job Bob had given
me. In fact I don't think I could have managed to cope with wearing
anything against my cock yet. We made arrangements for me to call round at
his house the next morning so that I could give his body some grooming with
a razor and tweezers. and no doubt there would be a bit of semen swapped
around as well. I went back up to my room and stood in front of the mirror
to look at my cock without having to touch it. I noticed that now after Bob
had washed it and then sucked on it, virtually all the colour was gone, and
I felt that I could possibly be naked in front of mom without her noticing
it as she didn't really examine me there. I mean she noticed that I was
smooth and so on, but I don't think she scrutinised me at all. The only
thing now was that my cock head was quite red from the sucking and wanking
it had endured over the last hours and it would take some time for that
redness to fade. Mom might notice that although I don't think she would say
anything, she would know that it has been played with, and if she asked me
if I had seen anybody my answer would let her know that there probably had
not just been some solo work on it.



I stayed naked until I heard mom come home and looking at my cock again, I
put on a pair of shorts as it was still red. I greeted her home and we
exchanged the usual enquiries in to how each others day had gone and
expressed pleasure on learning that it had been good for both of us. Mom
asked if I had gone out and about and was rather surprised when I said I
had not. But then I told her that Bob had come around and we had spent most
of the afternoon together. Mom then asked me if I remembered that we had
talked about her friend and his son, David. I assured her that I had and
asked if she had now made a date for them to come round to dinner.

"Well actually we have. I hope you have not made any arrangements with Bob
or anyone else for Friday, because they are coming around after John
finishes work."

"I haven't and now I'll keep Friday evening free for you mom."

"Thank you. I want you to know that if you and Dave find that you do like
each other, then there might be some occasions when Dave spends the night
with us as John has to go away on business occasionally and sometimes it
would be easier if he could stay away over night. But Mick I want you to
promise me that if that is going to be a problem with you, you are to tell
me. I will not be hurt or upset. John is going to give Dave the same option
of refusal as well with no pressure. Also we don't expect either of you to
make your minds up after Friday. If the two of you are just like absolutely
anti each other then we will try not to have too many times when you meet
up. But his staying over will only happen if you both agree you could
handle it. OK?"

"Ok mom, but if you think we will like each other, then I'm sure we
will. Even if he is not gay."



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Rick.