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Lawn boy, part 2/3
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[Lawn boy, part 2/3]
"I just love it when you pump up and down on me like that," the boy said.
"Uncle Jerry pumps, too, but it doesn't feel like when you do it. I think
you
hold your tongue different."
He fell silent again as I released his balls and began tracing around his
smooth, soft inner thighs with my tongue. I licked from one knee, up his
thigh, across his scrotum and down the other thigh to the other knee. I
traced
back the same route, except licked up the crevasse between his thigh and his
balls and made two circles around the base of his still-stiff dick before
moving down the other thigh again. He was enjoying, but I was running out of
spit.
Joey suddenly giggled and said, "I never knew my titties could feel so good,
either! Uncle Jerry kisses me there sometimes, and I like it, but it never
felt this good before."
I couldn't deal with the dry mouth anymore, so I reluctantly pulled away from
his sweet body and stood up. Joey did not fail to notice the bulge my
pulsing
cock was making in my pants.
"I gotta have a soda," I said, heading for the kitchen. "You want one?"
"Sure," he called after me. I glanced back and realized he looked a little
silly sprawled there on the couch, nude except for his socks and sneakers,
his
short, stiff cock straining at the ceiling. I grabbed two Cokes.
"Listen, Joey, we could go on up to the bedroom for awhile, if you like. I
think we might be more comfortable there."
He grinned up at me at the thought of more sex in the offing. "OK," he
chirped
happily, gathering up his scattered clothes. I let him go up the stairs
first
so I could follow with my eyes on the level of his beautiful round buns. He
moved like a racehorse, all sinew and rippling muscle just under the skin.
In the master bedroom I helped him off with his footwear, then did a comedic
strip tease for him as he reclined on the big King Size bed. He giggled like
a tickled toddler, but his boner remained seriously stiff throughout. He
didn't seem the least bit surprised that I would strip, which I hoped meant
he
was not unfamiliar with giving pleasure as well as receiving it. Some boys
only allow themselves to be sucked, and never reciprocate at all. That would
be OK, the kid has a right after all, though I certainly hoped for more from
Joey. At least a hand job, though from what I already knew about him I
expected more. My hopes along those lines brightened when, the second I
scooted into bed beside him, he immediately reached over and gripped my
aching
cock in his small hand and gave it a couple of strokes.
"Not as big as Uncle Jerry's," he observed, then shot me an embarrassed look
as he realized what he had said.
"No problem, Joey," I said. "I know I don't have the biggest dick in the
world." Joey giggled again when I added, "But not the smallest either!"
He stroked my cock gently, in short, one-inch strokes which made me hotter
than
a pistol but wouldn't get me to the Land of Oz any time soon. When a drop of
lubricating pre-cum appeared at my slit he calmly rubbed it around my
cockhead
with his small thumb. This kid definitely knew his way around a grownup
cock.
(Continued from Part Three)
"How long have you and Uncle Jerry been lovers, Joey?" I finally asked. I
knew
the boy trusted me by then, and I was pretty sure he wouldn't mind a few
questions.
"Well, it sort of depends on how you look at it," he said, still gently
working
my cock. I was fondling his sweet thigh by then, too.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if you go by the first time we ever did anything it's been practically
my
whole life. I was eight months old the first time Uncle Jerry sucked my
dick!"
Now that was intriguing. Joey continued.
"See, my Dad is the oldest brother and Uncle Jerry is the youngest, so he's
only like 10 years older than me. So one time when I was a baby Uncle Jerry
was over at our house and he was watching my Mom change my diaper. He says
Mom took the diaper off me and I had a great big boner! I guess all baby
boys
get boners sometimes. But my Mom ran out of Pampers and she had to run to
the
store and get some, so she told Uncle Jerry to stay there and make sure I
didn't roll off the changing table while she was gone."
Joey took greater interest in stroking my cock as he told the story. I felt
like his new rhythm could make me come if he kept it up.
"So there's Uncle Jerry and me alone in the house and I've got a boner. He
says he never thought about sucking anyone's dick before. He was ten and he
played with his own boner sometimes, but he never tried playing with anyone
else's before. He says all of a sudden he just wanted to do it, so he
climbed
up on a chair and started blowing me right there on the changing table!"
The story and his stroking were getting to me. "Did you like it?" I barely
managed to grunt.
"I don't remember, but Uncle Jerry says I smiled and gurgled like happy
babies
do. And he says I started to cry when he heard the car pull up in the
driveway
and stopped sucking."
"Wow," I gasped, getting closer to my orgasm. "Did he keep doing it to you
while you were growing up?"
"Not too much," Joey said with obvious disappointment. "It's hard to get to
be alone with a baby, I guess. He snuck into my bedroom once, he said, when
I
was about four, and sucked my dick while I was asleep, but I don't remember
that, either."
"Oh, man, I'm gettin' close!" I said, grabbing handfuls of the bed sheet as I
tensed for my release. OK, so it was only a handjob after all. I'd be
grateful for what I could get.
"No, wait!" he exclaimed, "don't squirt yet!" Joey then applied expert
pressure to the urethra at the base of my lurching cock, holding it tightly
with both thumbs until the need to explode receded to manageable levels.
My cock shaft was bright red and the head a purplish hue as it throbbed in
his
small hand, but the urgency had indeed gone. I panted, "Why did you stop
me?"
Joey grinned at me slyly, then tried (and failed) to imitate the Jack
Nicholson
look I had given him earlier. "You don't want to waste it, do you?"
"What would you rather do?" I asked, wondering if he meant what it sounded
like
he meant.
"Well, I get on my side like this," he said, shifting into position, "and you
get up behind me, like two spoons in a drawer." I couldn't believe it, but I
quickly slid over behind this amazing boy who, until a scant 30 minutes ago,
I
had only lusted after from afar.
He lifted a slim, hairless leg into the air to make room between his legs.
"Now put your dick between here..." he said, but I was way ahead of him. I
reached down between us and guided my hot cock directly to that tiny,
puckered
orifice I had examined earlier. Apparently I had been wrong that his young
keester had not yet been stretched. I wondered about lubrication, but
figured
Joey knew what he was doing. My cockhead reached its target and just began
to
nose inside.
"Hey! What the fuck?" Joey scrambled away from me in such a hurry he
tumbled
off the bed onto the floor. He spun around and faced me with fear and
surprise
in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, Joey, I'm sorry," I said. "I thought that's what you wanted."
"No, man," he said, quieting but still scared. "I just wanted you to put it
between my legs and hump it back and forth. That's what Uncle Jerry does and
he likes it better than anything. Well, he likes it when I suck him, too.
But
he likes this the best. And you did me so good I wanted you to have the best
thing." The boy seemed on the verge of tears.
"I'm sorry, pal," I repeated. "From now on the butthole is strictly off
limits, I promise."
Joey climbed back onto the bed slowly, but I noticed that his dick had lost
none of its hardness. "Well, you don't have to go that far," he said,
finally
smiling. "Uncle Jerry did some things to me there that I liked, like lick me
up inside with his tongue and stick his little pinky finger up me." He
arranged himself on his side facing away again, then added, "That's why I
took
a shower just before I came over here today, so I'd be nice and clean all
over
for you. If you like to do stuff like that, I mean."
"It would be an honor to lick your poop chute," I said solemnly, and he
laughed
out loud.
I arranged myself behind him again, and this time nestled my hot cock in its
proper place between his silky thighs. They felt heavenly, soft as an
angel's
wings yet firm and strong with boy muscle. I felt him clamp around me
tightly,
and took this as my signal to begin to hump. I can't describe how it felt to
stroke my cock through that vise of tender flesh. I held him around the
smooth, bare chest and nuzzled my nose into the nape of his neck. He still
smelled of soap, but now there was a hint of boy sweat to spice things up as
well. I found a pointy nipple and began to roll it gently between my thumb
and
forefinger. I noticed he had found his own stiff prod with one hand, and
stroked it steadily, while he gripped my forearm with his other hand,
squeezing
it with every thrust of my cock. No words passed between us as I pounded out
the rhythm, but I could feel him tense and relax in sympathy with my own
convulsions. Having been so close just a few minutes ago it didn't take
long,
perhaps three or four minutes. I could tell by his breathing he was getting
there, too, but I knew I wouldn't be able to wait for him. I kissed his neck
and pinched his nip as I pushed forward one, two, three last times, and felt
the rush of my hot eruption spray between his soft thighs. I stroked again
and
felt another wave of jism spurt forth. His thighs were creamy with my seed,
and I slid my cock through the ooze a few last times as the last of my lust
was
drained from me by this beautiful boy.
Joey was still stroking his small cock wildly, and kept a tight clamp on my
ultra-sensitive prick with his thighs as he neared his own orgasm. Though
still relishing my afterglow, I had regained enough of my sensibilities to
enjoy helping him finish, so I again found one of his sharp nipples and began
to lavish my pinching, teasing, swirling attentions upon it. His sperm
coated
thighs embraced my still semi-stiff cock as he convulsed, bucking and
writhing
in the St. Vitus's Dance that signaled his imminent climax. His long, slim
legs suddenly straightened, his sweaty back arched against my chest, his
thighs
squeezed my cock almost to the point of pain, and a low, guttural sound came
from his throat. Remembering the scene on the sofa, I pinched his tiny tit
harder than I ever had before and immediately he exploded in an orgasmic
frenzy. He thrashed and bucked like mad, calling on the Deity in one breath
and muttering filthy words in the next. He came and came, and by the time he
was done my own cock was again at full staff, so contagious was his
enthusiasm.
(Continued from Part Four)
The boy lay there unmoving except for the rise and fall of his heaving chest.
I slipped my cock from between his legs and rolled onto my back, feeling as
though I could sleep a few hours with no problem. After a few moments of
silence, save for his breathing, Joey rolled toward me and lay his sweet head
on my shoulder, his sweat-dampened hair cool on my skin and one smooth,
slender
arm across my chest. He snuggled a little closer and I felt my own now-cold
semen wet against my side. I glanced down and saw that it decorated his
young
body from the navel to the knees. His now-limp cock was slimy with it, and
it
made the light reflect strangely off its tiny head. It struck me that this
was
the first time I had seen Joey's little dick when it wasn't erect. I brushed
back the hair that was plastered to his forehead, and he looked at me and
smiled.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," he replied, putting one leg between mine and snuggling a bit closer, to
maximize the skin-on-skin contact. He lightly kissed my hairy chest.
"How are you doing?" I asked.
He smiled contentedly and sighed. "Fantastic. How about you?"
"Joey, I'm not just saying this," I said, gently petting his back, "but that
was some of the best sex I ever had." I wasn't kidding, either. His
unbridled
pleasure was an incredible turn-on for me. I have always loved to give
pleasure, and Joey seemed to enjoy himself totally and without reservation of
any kind. He grinned proudly at the compliment.
"Even though you didn't get to put it up my butt?" he asked shyly, as if
afraid
I was displeased with him over that misunderstanding.
"Honest, Joey, I never ever want to do anything to you that you don't want to
do. I could never force anyone to do anything. I'd feel like an asshole. I
just want to make you happy."
He grinned up at me and hugged me tightly. "Boy, you sure did! I never came
like that before in my life! I'm so glad Uncle Jerry talked me into coming
over here!"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well," he began, "like you thought, Uncle Jerry and I have been lovers for a
long time. We fooled around a couple times a week ever since I was about
seven. Then last June, like a year ago, you know? He graduated from college
and started looking for a job, but he couldn't find a decent one. Then one
day
near the end of the summer I went to his apartment like I always did and we
made love like always, but after when we were laying there in bed - just like
you and me are now - he told me that he got offered a real good job in St.
Louis, and that he was going to move away."
Poor little guy, I thought. It must be tough to have your lover move away on
you like that, especially one that has been with you half your life.
"So it was like two more weeks and then he was gone," Joey said, as if he
still
couldn't believe it. Then he giggled and said, "We messed around every
single
day that last two weeks, sometimes all night long when my folks would let me
stay over. We counted one night and Uncle Jerry squirted six times! The
last
time there was barely a couple drops, but he said it was the best one of them
all."
"So you haven't seen him since, huh?" I asked.
"He came home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and we messed around a couple
times while he was here, and he calls me all the time on the phone. He says
his phone bills are keeping him broke. But I haven't seen him now since
Christmas." The boy reached over and began to idly play with my limp cock.
"No wonder you were so horny," I said teasingly.
He giggled again and said, "Really! I fooled around with a couple kids my
own
age, and one kid in the sixth grade. It was fun, but it just wasn't the same
thing. I kind of wish I could do it with Patrick, but I'm pretty sure he
wouldn't want to." My cock was stiffening by then, and he gripped it tighter
and stroked it a few times. "I need a guy who can shoot hot gooey sperm all
over me. I like lots of it, like you squirted between my legs. Not even
Uncle
Jerry squirts as much as you do!"
"Well," I said, "I don't normally squirt quite that much either. You really
took me by surprise today, and turned me on like crazy! You make me come
like
gangbusters, you little sexpot you!"
Joey laughed, but never stopped working my cock. "So anyway I told Uncle
Jerry
on the phone that I saw you looking at me and he said you probably liked
boys.
I never would've asked you in a million years 'cause I knew you were married
and everything, but Uncle Jerry said lots of men who like boys are married,
and
that I should pay attention to how you look at me and see if I can tell
anything. So the other day when we cut your lawn I noticed you looking at my
legs a lot and then when I saw you looking at me with binoculars I was pretty
sure. So last night I told Uncle Jerry on the phone that I was pretty sure
and
he said I should go for it. He said if you weren't into boys you wouldn't
know
what I was talking about, and you'd just think I was a weird kid."
I laughed at that one, and he giggled. I called him a gigglepuss and he
giggled some more. "Well," I said, squeezing his soft shoulder
affectionately,
"I'm sure glad he talked you into coming over here. I think we're going to
have a lot of fun, you and me."
"Yeah," he sighed, snuggling against me contentedly, still slowly jacking my
increasingly hot cock. "Will you be able to squirt again pretty soon?" he
asked hopefully.
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