Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2000 20:28:42 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Son of a Preacher Man - chapter 7

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Son of a Preacher Man - by BW (Young-Friends).    Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 7 - Peter's land of milk and honey.       January 2000

My New Year's Day plane ride back to Syracuse was spent reminiscing about
the past few glorious days.  I had just spent the better part of a week
reveling in the special joy that only my lover could bring to me and now I
would just have to languish through six more months until we could be
together again.  Our first separation was for less than four months and now
I would have to wait six more before we could be together again.  This was
going to test my patience more than Job's had been tested by God.

My parents met me at the airport and they seemed quite pleased that I was
back.  My mom kissed me and my father gave me a bear hug before he carried
my luggage to the car.  During the ride home, they asked me about my trip
and inquired as to how Ryan and his parents were doing.  I told them as
much as I could without letting them know that Ryan and I were lovers.  I
felt honored that they actually seemed to care that I had enjoyed myself.

After reaching the house, I had a quick bite to eat and then I dragged my
suitcase up to my room to unpack.  I wanted to get everything taken care of
tonight, as I started back to school tomorrow.  I heard the phone ring and
my mother yelled up that it was for me.  I raced down the stairs to pick it
up, thinking that it might be Ryan making sure that I had arrived home
safely.

"Hello."

"Hello, Zach, it's me, Peter.  So, how was your trip?"

"Great.  I had a really nice time."

"Did you and your boyfriend get it on?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Man!  You're such a lucky devil."

"Yeah.yes, I am.  So, how was your Christmas?"

"That's why I called you.  My parents bought me my own computer for
Christmas.  Now you can come over to my house to look at things on the
Internet and we won't have to worry about getting caught by someone else in
the lab."

"Wow, you got you own computer.  I wish I had one."

"You can share mine.  How about coming over tomorrow, after school, for a
while?  Do you think you can?"

"I'll check with my parents, but I don't think that will be a problem."

"Great, I'll see you in school tomorrow then.  Bye."

I was quite surprised that Peter hadn't inquired about my asking Ryan if I
could help him in his quest for knowledge.  It seemed very important to him
before I left, yet he hadn't mentioned it at all.  I guess the new computer
occupied his thoughts more than his raging hormones.  I wasn't going to
mention that Ryan and I discussed it unless Peter brought it up first.
Then I'd decided what I would do when and if the situation arose.  I went
down and asked my parents about going to Peter's house after school, and
they said it would be just fine.  I kissed them both good night and I went
to bed to rest up for school.

By the time I saw Peter in science class, he was dying to make sure that I
was coming over.  When I told him that my parents said it was all right,
the air escaped from his lungs, as if he'd been holding it in since we
talked on the phone the previous evening.  He said he'd meet me by the
computer lab and we'd leave from there.  I agreed and went off to suffer
through my last few classes.

Peter was already there when I arrived and we walked to his house.  I had
never been there before, so I tried to memorize the route as we went.
Peter lived in a nice neighborhood, it was more modern than my own, and his
house was very nice.  I decided that his father must have a pretty good
job. I mean they bought Peter his own computer, too.  We went inside and he
gave me a quick tour of the house before we went to his room.  I was
surprised by how large his room was.  He had a double bed in the middle of
it, a dresser and a chest of drawers, a desk (with the computer on it), and
a scattering of other items in various locations.  There were some pictures
and posters on the wall and I was attracted to a poster with three young
men on it when he spoke.

"Do you like Hanson, too?" he inquired.

"Who?"

"Hanson, the singing group.  That's their picture."

"Sorry, I don't know much about that.  My dad and his church don't allow us
to listen to that kind of music.  The boys are kind of cute, though."

"Yeah, that's why I have their poster hanging on my wall.  I look at it,
sometimes, while I'm stroking off."

"I see," I said, knowing what he meant.

 "Come on.  It's time to get to the computer."  He went over and turned it
on and I checked it over.  Not only did he have his own computer, he had an
ink jet printer as well.

"You've got a real nice set up here, Peter.  You're pretty lucky."

"Not as lucky as you.  You've got something I'd trade all of this for."

I understood that he was talking about Ryan.  "Me too, but I don't get to
see him as often as I'd like."

"At least you have him, even if he is far away.  Did you ask him what we
talked about?"

I hesitated briefly before I answered him.  "Yes, I did."

"Well?  What did he say?"

"He said he'd trust me to do whatever I thought was right and necessary."

"Great," Peter shouted as he leapt out of his chair, "that's really decent
of him."

"We also decided to invite you to come with me when I go to stay there next
summer, then we could all be together.  You'd have to pay for your own
plane and bus tickets, though, and Ryan will see if you can work with us on
the farm.  You don't have to decide right away but, if you want to work on
the farm with us, I should tell Ryan by March, so he can talk to the boss."

"Sounds great.  I'll talk it over with my folks.  They're usually pretty
cool about these things, so I don't think that it will be a problem.  Now,
let me show you this new site."

Ryan turned back to his computer and punched up this new site.  It looked
like a foreign site, as most of the boys were uncut like me, but it showed
them doing all of the things that Peter so longed to do himself.  I was
intrigued, seeing these guys doing some of the same things Ryan and I had
done.  I guess it made me feel good to see them do all of this stuff about
the same way as we had done it.  It was kind of a confirmation that we were
doing things right.  We looked at the site for about half an hour before
Peter spoke.

"Do you think you might be able to teach me some things right now?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Anything.  I've never done anything with someone else before, so you
decide what we should do."

"Okay.  We'll start the same way that Ryan and I started then.  We can give
each other a hand job.  Will that be all right with you?"

"Of course, I've never had anyone touch my...you know...my dick before."

"Just relax and you'll be fine.  Why don't you get undressed and I'll do
the same."

We both undressed quickly, after I made sure Peter had locked his door, and
we both stared at the other's body.  Peter wasn't skinny, but he wasn't
real stocky either.  His body was tight, smooth, and had the bulk of a
football player.  He had a patch of brown curly pubes above his 6.5"
circumcised cock, bigger than either mine or Ryan's, and a nice set of
hairy, low hanging balls.  I looked at Peter's face, as he was checking me
out as well, and I saw that he seemed to be having trouble breathing,
excited about what was to follow.

"Are you all right?" I asked him.

"Yeah, it's just that I've never been this close to another guy's thing
before and this is the first time I've seen an uncircumcised cock up close
before, not like in those pictures."

"Well, you'll be able to check it out when it's your turn.  Right now, come
over to the bed and lie down, and I'll do you first."

He agreed, without saying another word, and he laid down on his back, in
the middle of the bed.  I spit into my hand and rubbed it with the other,
so it wouldn't be dry when I gripped his meat, and began to stroke him.  He
was only semi-erect as I grasped his tool, but it soon sprang completely to
life.  I started to stroke his beautiful boyhood and I played with his
scrotum with my other hand.  Peter started to squirm from the pleasure he
was now feeling and I continued to stroke his fully hardened rod, feeling
it pulse with his heartbeats.  I made sure that I stroked the complete
length of his sizeable tool, to maximize his enjoyment, and I sped up my
motions as I noticed his nuts being drawn up into his body.  His weapon
swelled in my hand and he arched his back, just before his penis erupted.

"Zach, I'm...I'mmmm...aaaaahhhhhhh...uuuuuuuuugghh...cuuuuuuuming," he
screamed as his first volley shot skyward, three feet into the air, and
landed with a plop on his chest.  Now the lesser aftershocks leapt from his
mighty weapon and landed over various other places on his body.  As the
explosions subsided, I milked the last of his cream from his now wilting
penis, and I let the last of baby-seed run over the skin on my hand as it
oozed from his penis.

Peter lay panting on the bed, gasping for air after his discharge, swooning
in the warmth of his orgasm.  "That was awesome," he exclaimed in a hoarse
whisper.  "It never felt that good when I did it."

"No.  It's definitely more enjoyable if someone else does it for you."

"Man, you've got magic fingers.  I've never shot that much or been that
hard before."

Peter took several minutes enjoying the power of his first experience with
another person and then he sat up and looked at me.  "Do want me to do that
for you?"

"Only if you want to.  I'm doing this for you, not for me."

"I want to do it.  I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.
Besides, I've never touched another boy's prick before.  I want to see what
it feels like."

"If that's what you want, then do it.  Just wet your hand down with your
saliva before you start.  It lets your hand glide up and down easier."

Peter nodded and I expected to see him spit into his palm.  Instead, Peter
held his hand in front of his face and he started to lick his palm and
fingers.  Once they were nice and moist, he reached down and brought his
hand down toward my waiting organ.  At first, he just let his fingers roam
aaround my genitals, exploring this newly found delight for texture and
firmness, before he began to play with my foreskin.  He glided the prepuce
down and over my blushing head and then he brought it back up, pinching the
loose skin together as he did so.  He drew the skin down, once more, and
pinched my cock head between his thumb and index finger, not hard enough to
hurt me but hard enough so he could feel its sponginess.  He traced an
imaginary line around the ridge of my corona and then he fingered the slit.
He was having so much fun checking everything out that I wasn't sure if he
was really planning to get down to business.  He toyed with it a little
while longer and then he flushed before looking at me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...you know...take so long."

"Don't worry about it, Peter.  Take your time and enjoy."

"You don't mind then?  You know, my pinching and squeezing it and all."

"No.  The first time Ryan and I did it, we had to check all of those things
out too.  This is your first time, so do whatever you want to or think you
should do.  I don't mind."

"Thanks, Zach.  You're the best, but I think I'll jack you off now."  He
re-gripped my penis and he started to stroke it up and down.  He
experimented with grips and speed, trying to decide what would be the best.
When he finally determined how he wanted to proceed, he started in earnest
and was quickly bringing me to the brink.  His hand was making a machine
gun assault on my wand when the first shot launched into the air and landed
on my chest.  The second, third, and fourth spurts followed rapidly after
that and then the remainder just dribbled from the tip and over Peter's
hand.  He looked at my semen, which was running over the back of his hand,
and he looked like he might want to taste it.  He thought about it for a
minute and then he wiped it off with a tissue.  Maybe next time.

"Well?  How'd I do?"

"You did fine, Peter.  Just fine.  What did you think of it?"

"It was fun.  It felt great, holding someone else's dick in my hand.  I
mean, it was just like holding my own, only it was different.  Do you
understand what I'm trying to say?"

"Yes, Peter, I do."

This was just the first of many similar situations, with Peter and me
getting together for our joint masturbation sessions.  Eventually he would
want to do something more, but I wasn't going to push for it or suggest it
unless Peter initiated the change.  About the middle of March, Peter made
his next move.

"Zach, do you think we could do something more than just pulling on each
other's pud?"

"I don't know.  What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I'd kinda like to find out what a blow job was like."

"Giving or receiving?"

"Both, really.  Do you think you would be willing to do that with me?"

"Peter, if that's what you want, then we'll do it.  I've told you that
before.  I'm doing this so you can learn, so you're going to have to let me
know exactly what you want.  I'm game, if you are."

"Thanks, Zach, you're a pal.  What do I do next?"

"Undress!"

"I know that.  I mean, what do I do after that?"

"Which do YOU want to do first?"

"I'm not really sure how to do it, so I think you should do it to me first.
That way I can learn from watching and feeling you do me.  Is that okay
with you?"

"It's fine.  Take your clothes off then and you can lie down on the bed."

Peter did as he was told and I moved next to him to give him his first
experience with oral sex.  There would be no kissing or foreplay, like I
would do with Ryan.  This was just like a lesson in school, a sex school,
and Peter was the student.  He was not my lover and I didn't have those
strong feelings and desires for him.  He was my friend and I was just
helping him learn what it meant to be gay.  I bent over and started licking
his ball sac and then I took each of his balls into my mouth sucking and
humming on them at the same time.  The hairs on his sac gave me a new
experience as well, because Ryan's scrotum was basically hairless, so this
was a first for me too.

Peter was moaning, as I worked on his nut sac, and his head was swaying
from side to side, indicating his pleasure.  I started to lick my way up
his woody and I paid special attention to his swollen, reddened glans.
This would also be a new experience for me, as Peter was much longer and
thicker than Ryan's boy meat.  I would have to expand my jaws and relax my
throat muscles to satisfy Peter's bigger tool, so I started to make mental
notes about what I would have to do.  Finally, I opened my mouth, as wide
as possible, and then I took his dick head into my mouth.  My mouth was
very full and I slowly let myself slide down his shaft, toward his crotch.
Gradually, I inched my way down his pole, until I felt his sex hairs start
to tickle my nose.  This was my signal to start pulling my head back up,
before letting it sink back down into his pubes again.  I glided over his
moist meat, letting my tongue move against it in that confined space, and I
used my right hand on the base of his cock to give him added pleasure.
Peter was getting into the action now, thrusting his hips upward each time
my mouth moved downward, instinctively fucking my face.  He was making all
sorts of little noises and he was very much into his first oral encounter.
After several minutes of effort, Peter's tool expanded even more, forcing
my jaws slightly wider, and his first bolt rifled into the back of my
throat.  I kept pumping his cannon, taking shot after shot, until he
relaxed, having spent his last drop.

I rolled the remainder of his load around in my mouth and decided the taste
of his spunk was slightly more bitter than Ryan's honey glazed jizz.  It
wasn't bad, only different.  I looked at Peter's face, his eyes only
partially opened and his eyeballs rolled back into his head, and I waited
for him to come back down from his high.  His mouth was wide open and his
chest flexed up and down, as he savored the last of the sensations from his
climactic release.  Eventually, he regained his senses and turned toward
me.

"Thanks, Zack.  That was incredible.  I didn't realize it would feel that
way.  I'm sure glad I've got you to show me the ropes.  Are you ready for
me to return the favor?"

"Whenever you are, bud.  You still sure you want to?"

"I definitely am.  I want to know what it tastes like and how it will feel
in my mouth."

"Okay, then.  I'm ready."

Peter moved into position, looked at my woody, and then he slowly attacked
it.  He nipped the overlapping skin with his teeth and then he stuck his
tongue between the fleshy coverlet.  This first time, he forgot all about
my testicles and he just wrapped his lips around my penis and began his
efforts.  He looked like he was bobbing for apples, as he serviced me, and
I had to warn him once about his teeth scraping the sensitive outer
covering of skin.  As I neared my release I warned him, just in case he
wanted to pull off.  He was determined that he was going to experience it
all, so I unleashed my seed into his oral cavity and enjoyed the sensations
that were flooding over me.  Only a little of my seed escaped his lips and
dribbled down his chin, but Peter was able to swallow the majority of my
cum.

"It was sweeter than I expected," he said wiping off his chin.  "A little
salty, but still sweeter than I thought it would be.  I've tasted my own a
couple of times, but mine was more sour."

"Yeah, they say that your diet and a bunch of other things, like smoking
and alcohol, can affect the taste of your semen.  I noticed earlier how
much different yours tasted than Ryan's.  I guess everyone's must be
slightly different."

"You're probably right."  Peter leaned over me and gave me a big hug.
"Thanks, man, I'm sure glad I've got a special friend like you."

"And I'm glad I've got a special friend like you.  I'm glad that I could
help you out."

"Zach.  I've talked to my parents and I've decided to go with you this
summer.  I want to meet your boyfriend and be able to get together with
both of you.  Would you mind calling him and letting him know?"

"Not at all and I think he'll be happy that you're coming too.  I think
that he'd like to meet you and get to know more about you."

After chatting some more, I went home.  As I walked along the streets, I
was glad that Peter would be joining us for summer vacation.  I also
wondered how much longer it would be before Peter decided he was ready for
the next individual level of activity.  I wasn't going to push him or
encourage him to go on, but I'd be there for him when he finally decided on
what he wanted.

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