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I got you! I yelled. Huh- uh! I got YOU!
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"I got you!" I yelled.
"Huh-uh! I got YOU!" he yelled back.
As we did this, of course my hands were all over his upper body,
and his were all over mine. Once again I enjoyed the sensation of
feeling the warmth of his deeply tanned skin, running my fingers
gently (and not so gently) across his arms, stomach, ribs, chest and
back. I consciously tried to touch his nipples discreetly, and my
hand brushed over them quickly a few times. The feeling was
sensational.
At one point we both stopped to catch our breaths, and I was
laying with my head on his chest. I twisted around so that I could
see his left nipple. His chest was moving up and down as his
breathing was somewhat labored. I could feel his heart beat, and
told him so. "Boy, it's really pumping," I said, and moved my hand
to his heart, over the nipple.
"I hope so!" he said.
"Thump. Thump. Thump," I said, imitating the sound. I moved my
hand so that the tip of my index finger was laying gently on his
nipple. Then I slowly, and lightly, began moving it around. Roger
just lay there, saying nothing. I moved my thumb over the nipple,
too, and then brought the thumb and forefinger together and gently
squeezed the tip of his nipple. He still didn't react. So I moved
both my finger and thumb around some more, faster and faster, harder
and harder, and then squeezed again. By now the nipple was quite
puckered and hard.
"Ow!" he said, trying to hide a giggle. He began tickling me, and
we started all over again.
This time, I was slightly more bold. I made sure that I tickled
directly on his nipples several times. He never protested, but
responded in kind by tickling me on my nipples. I guess he thought
that one good turn deserved another, or he just wanted to give me a
taste of my own medicine. Either way, I loved it!
As we continued, I reached down and touched his knee, and ran my
hand along his leg. He began thrashing his legs about, but didn't
really try to make me stop. He rolled more or less on top of me, and
sort of pinned me with his legs. I tickled him with one hand, which
made him wiggle around, and I ran my other hand down his back, from
his shoulder to the top of his pants. Since he was laying on me,
still pinning me, his movements as I tickled him were an incredible
sensation, and directly stimulated my cock, which was of course
rather hard anyway. He seemed to be pushing his own crotch against
mine intentionally, or was that my imagination? While I continued to
tickle him, I moved my other hand onto his pants, and down one of the
cheeks of his bottom. I could feel his muscles get taught and loose
again as he continued to move around. My breath was escaping in
short gasps and I thought that this must surely be a dream from which
I would soon awaken.
I squeezed his bottom tightly and pulled him down onto me even
tighter. The soft flesh of his ass filled my hand through his jeans.
At that point, I nearly exploded. He was on top of me, stimulating
my raging hard on with his own crotch, and my hand was squeezing his
most incredible ass.
But I didn't want it to end yet. So I rolled him off of me, and
looked at him. He seemed a little startled. I'm not sure if it's
because I threw him off so easily, or if it was because what we were
doing felt so good. Before he could react further, I tickled him
some more in the ribs. He doubled over and started laughing again,
bringing his knees up for protection. I squeezed his knee with one
hand, and then moved it up and squeezed the outside of his thigh.
Then I moved my hand to the inside of his thigh, and rested it on the
blue denim of his cut offs. It was a place that felt very good, like
standing just outside the gate to heaven. After a while, I gently
squeezed him there, very close to his crotch. One of his hands came
up immediately and picked up my hand and moved it away. It happened
so fast that it had to have been instinctive rather than a conscious
move. He never stopped giggling or tickling me with his other hand.
By now I was out of breath again. I stopped tickling him, and
once again laid my head on his chest. He tried to tickle me a
couple of more times, but quickly got the message that I needed a
break.
"Is your heart still pounding?" I asked as I positioned my head.
"Yep. Thump. Thump. Thump." I moistened my finger with my tongue and
moved it toward his nipple again. I swiftly, but gently moved my
finger across just the tip of it, and it became moist. After about a
half a minute, both my finger and his nipple were dry. I moved my
head over and put my tongue on his nipple, and slowly and gently
began moving it around. Then I closed my lips over it. At first, he
didn't react. Then he stopped me by saying he wanted to sit up, and
he started to move. I sat up, too, and looked him in the eye. He
looked back, and raised both eyebrows at the same time.
"I need to sit up now," he said.
"Yeah. Is your gut sore from laughing?" I smiled.
"Yeah. I just want to rest for awhile."
"Do you want another coke?"
"Sure." He went with me to the kitchen to get it.
We took our cokes outside to drink, then decided to swim again.
It was very refreshing. I tried to start some horse play in the
water, but he clearly wasn't interested. He just wanted to play in
the water. After we got out and air dried, we went back inside again.
This time as we approached the living room, he jumped on my back,
throwing his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. It
was truly a surprise attack. I couldn't do much except to carry him
over to the couch and just sit down, pinning him behind me. After a
brief, good natured struggle, he was sitting beside me on the couch.
He looked on the coffee table, reached for the magazine and said,
"I want to look at this."
I contemplated my response. Should I express disapproval, and
then "cave in" and let him look? Or should I just agree, and look
with him? "Well," I started, "I don't know if you should-- but since
you're the one who found it, I guess it's okay. Just don't tell
anybody I let you, though, okay?"
"Sure," he shrugged as he opened it up.
We looked at it for about ten minutes or so. He saw all of the
best pictures, and there was no question about what the obvious
bulge in his pants meant. I took the magazine and showed him one
final picture, an explicit blow job, and then laid the magazine down.
I decided that it was time to start getting serious.
I began tickling him again, but this time it wasn't the same. He
sensed it too. The pattern of our tickling, our horse play, was that
one of us would "attack" the other, and then the other would
retaliate. So after I tickled him, I got up and sat on the floor,
knowing that he would follow me and "get even". As I stood up, my
own erection was obvious through my running shorts. Roger looked at
it. Then he came after me on the floor and the tickling contest was
on again. There was a sense of urgency about it now. As if, this
time, we weren't doing it just for the fun it created, but because it
was leading to something else.
I remained in a sitting position with my legs out in front of me,
and before long Roger was laying across my lap, on his stomach, his
bottom up and directly on my lap. I tickled him a couple more times,
and he giggled again, and wiggled a bit.
Then he reminded me of something that I had forgotten. "I thought
you were going to spank since I just had a birthday."
"Oh YEAH! I completely forgot about that! I sure am glad you
reminded me."
He giggled.
"I sure would have hated to miss out on that," I said, as I laid
my had on his bottom. "How old did you say you are?"
"Fourteen," he said quickly.
"Okay. Here we go. ONE!" Smack. "TWO!" Smack. "THREE!" Smack,
harder this time.
"Ouch!" he said.
"FOUR!" Smack, harder again.
"OW!" he wiggled a little.
"Where was I? I forgot. Oh, yeah. TWO!" Smack.
"No, you were at five!" he giggled.
"No, no, no. THREE!" Smack, harder still. "FOUR!" Smack!
"OUCH!" he was still laughing.
"Let's see. How high are we counting? I forget?"
"Fourteen."
"Oh, that's right. THREE!" SMACK.
"No, you were higher than that!"
"Where was I?"
"SIX."
"Nah. THREE!" SMACK. "FOUR!" SMACK. "FIVE!" SMACK!
"OW! THAT HURTS!" He was laughing harder now, and just waiting
for more.
"FOUR!" SMACK! "FIVE!" SMACK! "SIX!" SMACK!! "SEVEN!" SMACK!!
SMACK!! "FIVE!" SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!!
"NO! That's NOT right!"
We were both laughing more now than at any time all day. I
eventually reached fourteen, plus "one to grow on", "one for good
measure", etc. My hand was VERY sore by the time I finished,
because I had hit him quite hard most of the time. I imagined that
his bottom was also red.
We kept our positions for a minute, once again to catch our
breaths. I looked at his back, and got an idea. "Now that I've
spanked you, I'll give you a birthday present."
"What?" he asked.
"A back rub. I know how to give great back rubs. I was taught
by a person who gives massages for a living. It'll be great."
"Okay." He wasn't thrilled, but he was willing.
I moved my legs out from under him, and straddled him, sitting on
his undoubtedly sore bottom. I then began to massage his back.
After a couple of minutes, he was completely relaxed, and his eyes
closed. Occassionally he would utter a "Mmmmm..." sound, indicating
approval.
My position was such so that I could rock on my legs. I began
rocking above his buttocks as I moved my hands across his back. But
before long my pivots got lower and lower until I could feel my cock
rubbing against his soft buttocks. The feeling was tremendous. And
once again, my plan was working out just fine. He opened his eyes
and looked back over his shoulder to watch what I was doing. He
raised his bottom up so that closer contact could be made. I
continued to rub my cock into his bottom until I could push it no
further into his crack. At this point our pants were an obstruction
that I knew would have to go. I also knew that he was ready for the
next step because he had so obviously raised his bottom up to meet my
thrusts.
What next? My mind was racing. I decided to do what had been
working all afternoon: tickling. But I stood on my knees first, to
encourage him to roll over. When I stood to my knees, I looked down
at myself. My cock head was sticking out the top of my shorts,
soaked with pre cum. I made no attempt to cover it, and just began
tickling Roger.
He rolled over immediately, and he saw my cock. "Look at that!"
he pointed to it.
I smiled and kept tickling him. "Yeah? What about it?" I sat
back down on him so he wouldn't roll over again.
"Your dick's showing! Ha Ha Ha!" He began tickling me back.
I reached down and pulled it out further. "So what?" I laughed,
and stroked it a couple of times. I grabbed his hands with mine and
forced them to the floor above his head and held them down. This
forced me to lay on top of him, with my exposed hard cock rubbing
against his belly. I thrust on him there a few times, but nearly
came, so I stopped. Not quite yet.
I was resting my head on his shoulder now, and turned toward him.
My mouth was nearly in his ear. "I want to see yours, too," I said
very softly. With that, I kissed his neck, and ran my tongue across
his cheek. I looked at him and smiled. He didn't respond.
Without getting up any further that was necessary, I reached down
and unfastened his cut offs. After unzipping them I pulled them down
around his thighs. I felt his cock for the first time by wrapping my
hand around it quickly, gently. He took a deep breath and closed his
eyes as I moved my fingers over his balls. That, too, must have
tickled. I rolled off of him. I pulled his pants off completely. His
tan line was obvious. The dark skin of his belly and legs gave way
to almost paper white skin everywhere in between. His fourteen year
old cock was throbbing- hard. It was probably about four inches
long, just a nice mouth full. His balls had no hair on them at all,
and his blondish brown pubic hair was clustered in a neat little
mound. I looked at him and smiled. He just looked back intently,
and lay there. He was waiting for me to take the lead the rest of the
way.
I pulled off my own running shorts next, and Roger looked closely
at my equipment. Needless to say, I also had a throbbing hard on.
Since I was a few years older than Roger, I had considerably more
hair and also a much larger cock, easily twice the size of his. He
seemed impressed with it. He was probably wondering if his would
grow as large.
I leaned over and began stroking his cock, careful not to over do
it. I still wasn't ready. I'd been building up to this all
afternoon, I didn't want it to end before I was done. I encouraged
him to take mine in his hand and do the same, which he did without
hesitating. We stroked each other for several minutes, and with my
other hand I caressed all of his body that I could reach, his legs,
stomach, chest, neck, arms. I leaned over and first licked, then
sucked, his nipples and experienced great satisfaction when I did.
Then I began nibbling on his ear, neck and, finally, his mouth. He
wasn't exactly sure about that, but he let me put my tongue in his
mouth. I sucked on his lip and he finally met my tongue with his and
we kissed deeply for several minutes. And my cock began to throb
even more.
I leaned down and finally began to suck his cock. I went very
slow, letting him enjoy each step. I ran my tongue up and down the
shaft, then over his balls. He flinched a little, but then settled
down. I continued to lick his balls for a while, then went back up
the shaft and rolled my tongue over the head of his boy-cock. He
began squirming a little, and so I plunged my mouth down, taking in
the whole thing. He took a deep breath and put both of his hands on
my head and started rubbing it. He took another deep breath. Then
another. A low groan then escaped his lips, he tensed up, and then
exhaled a long "aaahhhhh". I felt the warm fluid squirt into my
mouth, and tasted it's bitterness, and continued to move my tongue
over his cock head, moving his warm cum around his cock and my mouth.
Another burst of cum, bigger than the first then exploded into my
mouth again. I began to gag, but then was able to swallow it all. He
relaxed, looked at me and then closed his eyes. I smiled at him and
let him relax for a few minutes.
Then I asked him to roll over. I wasn't sure if I really want to
fuck him, but I did want to look at, and feel, his ass. When he
rolled over, I saw how red it was from the spanking. His deeply
tanned back gave way to his very white bottom, which turned red where
I had spanked him, and then white again, which flowed to his deeply
tanned legs. I almost came at the sight of it. I caressed his
buttocks for several minutes, and asked him if they were sore.
"Naw. They feel pretty good right now." He grabbed my cock and
began stroking it again. "Wow, that's REALLY big!" he said.
"Yeah, I know."
"I bet it's too big to fit back there, huh?" His voice cracked.
He wasn't sure about this.
"Could be. I don't want to hurt you." I couldn't believe that he
had even brought it up.
"You want to try?"
"I can if you want me to." My heart was leaping!
"Okay."
"I've got to start by getting you ready." I leaned over and began
reaming him. He sucked a deep breath. Moving slowly, I put a
finger, then two in as far as I could, and wiggled them about. He
groaned.
"How does that feel?"
"Good. Real good." He said slowly. I wished I had brought along
some vaseline, but instead had to settle for spit.
I lubricated first his hole, then my cock. "Okay. get on your
hands and knees," I ordered him. He complied immediately, and I
asked, "Are you ready?"
He nodded. I placed my cock head at his opening and began
pushing. At first his whole body pushed foreward. I told him to
push back against me, and then it started to go in. He groaned as I
pushed in further and further.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Huh-uh. More!"
I got in about three quarters of the way before I started to pull
back out. It was the tightest thing I'd ever fucked, and if I could
get "in the groove" with enough lubrication, I knew that it would be
great, but to begin with I was more concerned about not hurting him,
and getting enough lubrication. As I pulled out so that only my
cock head was still inside him, I again spit on my hand and rubbed
it on the shaft. I thrust in again. Again he groaned, louder this
time. I pulled back. This time I could get enough spit on it to make
it work. But I was out of spit. So I held my hand down in front of
Roger's mouth and said, "Spit in my hand. A couple of times."
That was all it took. I thrust in and back out again, then again,
going in a little deeper each time. Each time he groaned, and I kept
asking if he wanted me to quit. He just shook his head no and kept
groaning. After awhile I was in all the way.
I bent over him and wrapped my arms around his chest. "Hold on!"
It was finally time. I began thrusting more quickly, in and out,
in and out, in and out. He stopped groaning after awhile. I began
licking his ear as my breathing increased. It was so tight! My
thrusts became faster and I took deeper and deeper breaths. Roger
began moving with me, carried away by my ecstasy. Moving in unison.
Faster. Faster. It was tight, sooooo tight! And it felt sooo good to
be in there, sooo good to be wrapped around him! Soooo tight! Soooo
good! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
I rolled over and lay on my back next to him. He was as out of
breath as I was. We looked at each other for a long time.
"Happy birthday, Roger."
The End, Whew!
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