Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2008 13:53:25 -0700 From: David Courson Subject: Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes - Part 3 This story is fiction. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is merely a coincidence. If you are not allowed by law to view this material, please do not do so. If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now. This is a love story between two barely under the age of 18 year old boys in high school. If that offends you, I apologize and ask that you not read any further. Otherwise, enjoy. Also, I want to thank everyone who has written me and given me ideas, or guessed on where the plot is leading, or had threatened to break my fingers if I do something specific with the characters. (You know who you are. ;-)) Anyway, love the feedback and hope to hear from you guys and more of the readers again, soon. Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes -- Part 3 A few weeks went by and Todd and I got together as much as possible. I always told my parents that he had problems with his math and that every time we got together it was usually at a different place. There are a few diners, restaurants and such near his place, so I kept mixing it up so they could never really know where I was, incase mom wanted to come and check up on me. Knowing her, she might have actually done it, but if so, she's never mentioned to me that she tried. Now that Todd had given me the lessons I needed to give a `killer' blow job, that's how he described one a few sessions ago, I guess you could say I went pro. I knew what I was doing, and better yet, I knew exactly how to please Todd. During our last time together, he ended up asking me something that really surprised me: Feeling the last volley of cum land on my tongue, I swallowed all that had collected. Still just as sweet/salty as the first time. Now I craved that flavor, and fortunately, Todd was the only place I could get it. Releasing his softening dick from my lips, I replaced it with my hand and continued to slowly stroke him to get all his cum to crawl to the top while I moved to lay down next to him with my head on his shoulder watching my hand work. He placed his hand on my chin and lightly pulled my face opposite his own. Leaning in, he kissed me, like he normally did. When he pulled away, he put his head back down on the pillow and said, "Do you think you can spend this weekend with me?" Kinda shocked at what he said, I stopped stroking him and just lay there for a moment. "Spend the weekend? As in spend the night for the whole weekend?" "Yeah. Do you think your parents would let you?" Thinking for a minute, I said, "Don't know. They might, but they'll want to meet your parents first." "Why?" "Just how they are. They are gonna want to make sure your parents are trustworthy." "Trustworthy?" he asked with skepticism. "Yeah. My parents never let me do anything without meeting someone who says they'll watch me or unless they are with me. That day at the mall was unusual, but since I was getting their gifts, they had to let me go alone." "Wow, your parents really are strict." "I told you they were." "I know, but to be with you almost every second you're away from school. I wouldn't leave the house if my parents insisted on going with me everywhere." "Until I started seeing you, I never did leave. I was always in my schoolwork." "Man, I thought my parents were being too hard on me when they took the phone away from me. Or the computer. Why are your parents like this?" "They don't want me corrupted?" "Corrupted?" he repeated, surprised. "Corrupted from what?" "They always say the outside world. They don't want me getting caught up in something that's going to get me in trouble. I personally think they just want me to stay their little boy forever." "Don't you have an older brother? Did they do this to him?" "Yeah. Well, they tried. He was defiant. Constantly rebelling against them." Resuming my stroking of Todd's now limp penis, I continued. "One night, they got into a big argument. I was doing some homework but I could hear them all the way in the living room. He missed curfew again and they were yelling at him and he was yelling back." "What time was curfew?" "Eight. Anyway, when they asked what he was doing and why he was late, they threw him out of the house for two days." "They threw him out?" his voice rising in pitch, not believing it. "For what?" "He told them he was having sex." "How old was he?" "He was seventeen at the time." "Why'd they throw him out for that?" "Because they told him, and me for that matter, that we were to remain virgins until we were married. Said it was God's way." "I can't believe any parents would do that. That's insane. Where'd he go?" "He went to a friend's house. On the third day, dad met him at school and told him to come back home. Kyle told me that dad actually apologized for the way they acted and that they really wanted him home again. He gave in and was home that same night. At first they were afraid that he would corrupt me, but they realized he wouldn't and finally relaxed a little. Ever since, as long as his grades were good, they never tried to give him a curfew or bedtime again. And if he was late, they did not want to know why. Mom prayed for a whole week after Kyle moved back in." "Bedtime? You have a bedtime?" "Yeah," I said, trying to give him the hint not to ask the time. He didn't get it. "What time is your bedtime?" "Gotta have my teeth brushed and in bed by nine." "Nine `o'clock? Oh, my God. My parents couldn't get me in my room at nine if they tried." "Listen, I know. It's stupid, but it's their rules, and in case you didn't notice, I'm just sixteen. I need a home to live in." Relaxing a little, he said, "Yeah, you do. But do you're parents know you've been corrupted?" "How've I been corrupted?" "You like sucking dick, dontcha?" Realizing what we had just done and had done many times before, I smiled and said, "Well, I guess, what they don't know, won't hurt `em." "Cool. So do you think you might could stay this weekend?" "Like I said, I'll have to ask them and they'll want to meet your mom and dad." "Well, you ask them and give me a call. If they need to meet them, maybe we can set something up for Thursday night. Short and sweet just so they can meet and say yes." "I'll ask and let you know tomorrow." "No. Call me tonight and let me know. That way, I can give my parents a heads up and let them know about your parents. I have a math test on Monday. Tell them you are gonna help me study for the test. A lot will be covered and I seem real nervous about it and need all the help I can get. I'll tell my parents that's the only way you'd be able to come over. They're cool; they should agree and help us out." "Do you need help with your test on Monday?" "Nah. This shit's easy. I'm gonna ace that test, but your parents don't have to know that." Excited about the possibility of spending the entire weekend with Todd, my apprehension about lying to my parents was pushed aside. Come to think of it, I never used to lie to them before I met Todd. I wonder if that was a bad sign. "Okay, I'll ask them tonight over supper and let you know soon after." "Cool. You got my cell number; just call me, no matter what time." Before I got off the bed, I leaned back down and took Todd back in my mouth for one last taste and then got dressed. He had a wicked smile on his face as I was about to leave. "What?" I asked, smiling back. "Nothin'. Just you and me for the whole weekend. This'll be so cool." Walking over to him, I leaned in for a quick kiss and said, "Just don't get your hopes up. I know my parents better than you do," and left. On my way home, I tried to remember the last time I spent the night with someone or someone spent the night with me. Thinking hard, I think it was a kid, about my age when I was five or six. It was so long ago, I couldn't even remember his name and since he and his family moved, I'll never know it, not that it mattered, but it would be nice to have a name incase I needed to make a case as to why they should let me. I walked in about ten minutes before dad showed up and that meant that supper would be on the table within the half hour. I was in my room catching up on my homework when my dad came in and asked how my day was. "Fine. Nothing new to report." "That's good. How's Todd coming with his math? Are you able to help him?" "Yes, sir. He understands it more and more." "Great. Mom wanted me to let you know to get cleaned up, supper's almost ready." "Be there in a minute," I said turning back to my homework. Giving a long sigh, I dropped my pen and headed to the bathroom to wash up. Mom's always been an excellent cook. Every meal she's made, I've wanted seconds, but that night, my stomach was in knots out of nerves and I wasn't actually looking forward to eating. When I arrived, she had dinner set out, waiting. Pot roast with potatoes and carrots, green bean casserole, corn on the cob and homemade biscuits. I put a little of everything on my plate and ate it quietly. As I was about to put my fork in my mouth, my mom asked if everything was alright. Putting my fork back on my plate, I gave a small sigh and put my hands in my lap. "Can I ask you guys a question?" Still eating, they answered that I could. "Todd has a big test on Monday and he's getting nervous about it and he's asked me if I could stay the weekend at his house and help him study. He's got a lot to go over and told me that with my help, he's sure he'll pass that test. So, I was kinda hoping I might could stay over and help him." Spooning more casserole on her plate, mom didn't even think about it when she said, "I don't know if that'll be such a good idea." Crestfallen, I asked, "But why not?" "You know you're gonna have homework this weekend and the lawn needs mowing." "Hold on, Barbara," my dad said, looking at me. Turning to her, he continued, "I don't know if it would be a bad idea. Think about it," he started to explain after she gave him a look. "He's proven that school is his first priority and he'll be helping out a friend get a better grade on a test. I've met Todd and he seems like an upstanding young man, someone Blake could look up to in school." Looking at me, then my father, she said, "I just don't want him getting in trouble." "I think Blake's proven to us he's a responsible young man. He does what we ask, he gets his homework done, takes care of his chores around the house." He seemed to be getting through to her, but to put the icing on the cake, he added, "Plus, with Blake out of the house and Kyle gone for the weekend, I'll be able to take you out on a date. We haven't had a nice date, just you and me, for a long while." Watching my mother, intently, I saw a small smile widen on her face. When she looked at me, her smile disappeared and said, "Oh, all right, you can go." Before I could get too excited, she added, "But I insist that we meet his parents. I want to know who's going to look after you." Jumping up, I went over and hug my mom's neck and looked at my dad. When I did, he gave me a little wink and a smile. "Thanks, mom." Going over to hug my dad's neck, I said, "You too, dad." I returned to my seat and started eating with enthusiasm. When I was done, I went for seconds. Somehow, my appetite returned with vigor. When dinner was over, I helped mom clean up and dad headed to the living room to watch some TV. After mom had put up the leftovers and finished washing the dishes, I told her to go watch some TV with dad and I would finish drying and putting the dishes away. She looked a little shocked at me volunteering, but I told her it was a way to say thanks for the upcoming weekend. When I was done with the last dish, I eased around the corner and saw my mother snuggled against my dad with her head on his shoulder and his arm across hers. I sneaked a few steps to the phone and called Todd. "Hello," he answered. "Hey, it's me," I whispered. "Hey. What'd they say?" "They said yes, but I told you they want to meet your parents." "Cool, no problem. We can arrange things for Thursday night." "Great, but if your parents are as cool as you say they are, you need to tell them everything. About me helping you after school with math at different diners around the area. If they catch us in a lie, they won't let me stay. We have to be perfect." "It won't be a problem." "Do they know I've been to your house?" "I've told them you've been by a few times." "Well, tell them to forget that. If my dad knew I was at your house without your parents there, he'll kill me." "Okay, okay. Don't worry. I'll tell them what they need to know. Everything'll be okay." "Also, tell them my parents may ask some weird questions and not be shocked if they do and just go along with it. If things go well on Thursday, I'll explain everything on Friday night." "Stop, worrying," he said with a laugh in his voice. "I'll take care of everything on my end." "Great. Well, I'll see you at school tomorrow." "Bye," Todd said before hanging up. Right as I was hanging up the phone, my mother walked in and saw it in my hand. "Who was that, dear?" "I just called Todd and told him that you and dad wanted to meet his parents and that things looked good for the weekend." "Great. Now we just have to figure a time to get together." "He suggested Thursday night. His parents don't get home until late." Mom looked a little taken aback. "You mean there's no one there when he gets home?" "No ma'am." "What do his parents do where they can't be home when he gets there?" "I think he said one was a lawyer and the other a real estate agent or something like that." Putting her glass in the dishwasher, she said, "It's a shame he has to come home to an empty house everyday." "I guess he's just used to it. He's never complained to me about it." "Still. It's such a shame." Tuesday and Wednesday went by like I was watching every second click down. I have never waited so long in my life for anything. It might have been because I was more excited than I ever was for Christmas. The days just couldn't seem to go by fast enough. That included Thursday at school. Todd assured me that his parents knew what to say and what not to say when they met my parents. They didn't seem too happy about lying and told him to tell me that they would expect an explanation on Friday but would go along with it on Thursday night. Todd told me to have my parents there at seven and then it would all be over. Since I was going to be at his house for the weekend, my parents insisted on seeing their house. As smart as I was, I remembered to have Todd write down the directions as if I hadn't been there so they would think it was my first time, too. From the many trips home from Todd's house, I knew it took about seven minutes. With my dad driving, it took us ten, but when we finally drove up, my mother was impressed with the house. "What a beautiful home," she said, getting out of the car. "Sure, is," I chimed in, sounding surprised. Before we even started up the walk, Todd and his parents came out to the front porch to greet us. Walking up the path, I said hello to Todd. He returned the greeting. When we finally made it to the porch, I said, "Todd, these are my parents, Charles and Barbara Moore. Mom, dad, this is Todd Blyth." Dad reached out and shook Todd's hand, like the first time they met, and Todd reached for my mother's which she returned. "Blake, Mr. and Mrs. Moore, these are my parents, Donald and Christine Blyth." Mr. Blyth reached for my hand first while Mrs. Blyth reached for my mother's. After all the greetings and hand shaking was over, the Blyth's invited us in. After everyone was settled, Mrs. Blyth offered us a drink. "I have sweet tea and coffee," she said in a southern drawl. My father and I both chose tea and my mother opted for coffee. While she was gone, my father made small talk to Mr. Blyth about his home and how nice he kept his yard. He took credit for the house but said the yard was all Todd's doing. When Mrs. Blyth returned, she had a tray with two cups of coffee, milk, sugar and four glasses of tea. After distributing, she sat next to her husband. My mother took her coffee black so that she could get the full flavor of the bean and took a sip and made a fuss over it. "Oh, my. This coffee is delicious. What kind is it?" "I'm not sure of the brand," said Mrs. Blyth, "but I do know it's Brazilian." "Where did you get this?" my mother asked. "Actually, my sister gave it to me. She and her husband live in Brazil and she brought some home last time she came for a visit." "Brazil," my mother exclaimed. "How exciting." "She's shown me pictures. It's beautiful. Bob, her husband, was asked to take a position there with his company and they decided to do it. They even have a driver, cook and housekeeper." "Really?" asked my mother. "Uh, huh. The local culture gets offended when American's move to their country and don't hire local people to employ. It's sort of an unwritten rule for Americans." "Fascinating," my mother said, taking another sip of coffee. "So, Charles, what is it you do?" asked Mr. Blyth. "I'm head of sales for a local magazine." Before Mr. Blyth asked any more questions, I looked at Todd and asked, "Can you show me where the bathroom is?" "Sure," he said. "Excuse me," I said to the crowd before me and followed Todd upstairs. Once on the landing and out of earshot, Todd stopped and turned towards me. "Oh, my God, I'm so nervous." "Why?" Todd asked. "What if your parents forget something and slip up." "Would you stop worrying," he said stepping closer and closing his lips on mine and his hand on my crotch. Startled, I stepped back. "Why'd you do that?" "What?" he asked. "Don't grab my penis. It might get hard." Giving a small laugh, Todd said, "You know I like you, right?" "Yeah, I guess." "Okay, then. You need to stop calling it a penis?" "Why? That's what it is." "Yeah, but you're not in the second grade anymore. Call it a dick or a cock." "But that just sounds vulgar." "Try it. Say dick." "I've said it before." "Say it again. I want to hear it." Reluctantly, I said it. "Dick." "Good. Now cock." "Fine, cock." "See, that wasn't so hard." "I know, but it just sounds bad." "Just picture this. Tomorrow night, in bed with your cock in my mouth." Picturing it, I just about cussed. "Crap. Now you've gone and made it hard." Looking down, he said, "Made what hard?" and smiled at me. "My cock, alright? Now go back downstairs. I'll be down in a minute." Todd turned and headed down the stairs and I went to the bathroom, flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I figured that Todd and I gave them enough time to talk so I headed back down waiting for the verdict. When I arrived, they just finished a conversation and my dad looked at us. "So, what do you two boys have planned?" "Not much, other than studying. Big math test on Monday." Mrs. Blyth chimed in. "I am so thankful for Blake, here. If it wasn't for him, I don't know if Todd would be doing as well as he is in math. I know the basics and some minor algebra, but the stuff he's learning, it just confuses me." "Me, too," added Mr. Blyth. "I tried starting at the beginning of the book but got lost on page three." Everyone chuckled and I felt the tension melt away. After a moment's silence, Mrs. Blyth asked if anyone would like a refresher, seeing my father's empty glass. "Actually, we should be heading home," said my father setting his glass back on the tray. Mr. Blyth stood up offering that the four of them should get together for dinner soon. My father agreed and Mr. and Mrs. Blyth started walking us to the door. Todd held me back just long enough to tell me to call him as soon as I knew something. I nodded my head that I would. As we got to the door, my mother thanked Mrs. Blyth again and complimented her on the coffee once more. "Next time I talk to my sister, I'll have her send an extra bag for you." "Oh, no, you don't have to do that." "I insist. It'll be no trouble at all." Smiling, my mother said, "That sounds wonderful." Leading us to the porch, we all said goodbye and headed to our car. A minute into the ride back to the house, my father said, "They seem like a very nice family." "Yes, they do," my mother agreed. "So does that mean I can stay for the weekend?" I asked, leaning up towards the front seat? "I don't see why not?" my mother said. Coming from her, this was huge. Leaning back with a big smile on my face, I breathed a major sigh of relief. As soon as I got home, I called Todd to tell him the good news. Friday at school wasn't bad, but didn't seem to go fast enough. That morning before leaving home, I packed my overnight bag with clothes, deodorant and my toothbrush. As soon as the final bell rang, I headed out to the parking lot and caught Todd's eye. I motioned to him that I was headed straight for the car and he understood and headed for his. Within fifteen minutes, we were at his house. When I went into his room, I dropped my books next to the desk and my overnight bag on the other side of the bed. When I turned around, Todd was there waiting for me. As soon as I was facing him, his hands were on my belt. Grabbing his hands, I said, "Don't you want to wait for tonight when we're in bed?" "Can't we do it then, too?" he asked. Realizing bedtime was about eight or so hours away, I easily relented and started on his belt, too. We went right for the prize, whereas we would usually draw it out for pleasure, but that was what tonight was for. When we were done, we both leaned down and lifted our pants back over our hips and Todd asked what I wanted to do. "You mentioned something to me a long time ago and I was wondering if you had one to look at." "What?" "You said something about a movie. When you asked if I had ever kissed anyone." "You mean a porn movie?" "I don't know. Is that what you were talking about?" "Yeah. You want to see one?" "Yeah, I want to see what happens." "Sure," he said, hitting the power button on his computer. "You wanna see guy/girl or guy/guy?" "Guy/guy," I answered. He sat in his desk chair and looked through some folders on his computer and found some movies. Looking at the list, he said, "Oh, yeah, this is a good one." Starting the movie, he got up and told me to sit. When I did, he grabbed another chair and sat it just behind my right shoulder. On the screen came two guys, I would guess, mid-twenties, one blond headed and the other brown. They seem to talk and then the blonde reached over and started caressing the crotch of the other. He didn't seem to mind and within a minute, the blonde was sucking on the brunette's dick. He seemed to be a little smaller than Todd and the blonde didn't have a problem taking him all the way. After a while, they switched places and the blonde was moaning and twitching his body under the brunette at the feel of him sucking his cock. I was watching intently and then the brunette stopped sucking the blonde's dick and started licking his balls. The blonde kept up with the moaning and started cussing at the feel of his balls being serviced. The next act that I saw shocked me rigid. The brunette reached back and lifted the blonde's legs and started licking his butt hole. At first, I was almost disgusted, but my dick was standing tall again. I watched a little longer and saw what the brunette was doing. He was dragging his tongue across the hole of the blonde and every once in a while, would harden his tongue and push it inside. At this point, I don't remember any other sounds that happened in the movie or in that room. My eyes were focused on things I've never seen, heard of or even conceived were possible. After about five minutes of this, the blonde turned over and got on his hands and knees. The brunette went back to the blonde's butt and licked for another minute before he lifted up. At this point, though I didn't know it, I was about to find out how man to man sex worked. The brunette crawled up between the blonde's legs and jerked his dick a few times then spit on his hand. His hand went down to his dick and rubbed his saliva all over. Then I saw him line his dick up with the hole of the blonde and saw him push. A few seconds later, his dick disappeared. I was so surprised; I looked at Todd and realized my mouth was hanging open. He was just smiling. I also didn't realize it at the time, but I was squeezing my own dick through my clothes. Pulling my attention back to the movie, I saw the brunette pull out and push back inside, first slowly then he sped up to a fast pace. The camera kept switching angles and I got to see everything. From underneath, from up top, from the side. I mean everything. Ten minutes later, the brunette pulled out and shot a load on the back of the blonde then collapsed. The movie went to black and Todd's hand reached up and fooled with the mouse until the movie player disappeared. Looking over at me, he said, "Well?" "That was weird," I said, still looking at the monitor. "Whadda mean, weird?" "He licked his butt," I said, still surprised. "It's called rimming." "And he put his penis. . .uh. . .dick in his butt, too." "That's called fucking." Looking at Todd, wide eyed, I asked, "Is that what that was?" I had heard my brother say fuck a few times but never knew what it meant. I'm assuming with an ING on the end, it meant the action of fuck. Now that I knew what fucking was, secretly, I wondered what it felt like, but didn't say anything out loud. "Okay, I'm horny again," I said. "We can take care of that," Todd said with a sly smile. "No, we can't. I want some energy left for tonight." "Fine," Todd said, mock angrily. "Now what?" "Don't know, it's your house." Todd thought for a few moments and turned on his TV then his game console and started playing a game. It was fun watching him play. I was his wing man, keeping a look out for the bad guys for him to shoot. After we got into a rhythm, it was like he had four eyes and told me, "I've never been on this level. Help me keep watch." By the time his parents got home, he surpassed that level by two more. His mom and dad pulled up virtually at the same time. I saw them from the window as he waited for her and they kissed then walked up to the door, arm in arm. Once inside, they announced themselves and Todd went running downstairs, I followed at regular pace. After he gave them each a hug, Mr. Blyth looked up and saw me. I gave a small wave and he said, "Young man, would you please follow us into the kitchen," and started walking to that very room. When I was in trouble at home, my mom or dad would start off with young man, so as you can imagine, I wasn't in any hurry to go to the kitchen. Reluctantly, I shuffled my feet and made it to a bar stool and sat. When I looked into Mr. Blyth's eyes, they were soft and gentle. I knew immediately I wasn't in trouble. I felt relieved. "Well, Todd said that you would explain about us having to fib to your parents," Mr. Blyth started. "Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about that, but if they knew that Todd didn't need help with math, they never would've let me come over. My parents are overprotective. I don't go out on weekends, I only have about three friends and I never get to go out with them. They almost won't let me watch a movie rated PG-13. They're just afraid I'll run into some bad influences." "Well, that's love. I feel the same way about Todd," said Mrs. Blyth, "If I could be with him every minute, I would, but I know he had to live his own life." "I wish my parents realized that. They still treat me like I'm ten." "Well, we didn't care much about lying, but seeing that no hurt came of it, I guess it wasn't too bad." Mr. Blyth loosened his tie, looked at his wife and asked, "Are we going out?" "I figured we'd have Chinese." "Good, I'm going to change." He started walking away, then turned back to me and said, "Blake, look at this as your house while you're with us." Smiling big, I said, "Thanks, Mr. Blyth." Then he turned and disappeared up the stairs. "You boys hungry?" she asked us. We both agreed that we were. Mrs. Blyth reached into a drawer and came out with a piece of paper. "Here's the menu. Figure out what you want and I'll be back soon." She followed her husband's footsteps and was soon out of sight. Dinner came and we sat in the living room talking with the TV on in the background. When we were done eating, I helped Mrs. Blyth with the cardboard boxes that held our dinner then Todd and I went upstairs for a little while. He wanted to get back to the game. After about thirty minutes, he suggested we go back down stairs because there was a show that he and his parents watched at nine thirty, so I followed him to the living room. When we got there, his mom was sitting on the sofa in her pajamas, a flannel top and some very short work out sweat shorts. Looking next to her, his father was only sitting in his boxers. Seeing me come in, Mr. Blyth said, "I hope you don't mind, we wanted to get comfortable. We're not too modest around here." Finding my voice, quick, I said, "No, I don't mind at all." Mr. Blyth turned back to the TV and I pretended like I was watching it as I sat in a chair to his left so I could glance at him with ease without getting caught. Todd sat in the chair next to his mother and turned his attention to the tube as well. Through out the half hour comedy, I tried to pay attention but kept glancing at Mr. Blyth. He had a very nice body. I would guess he was about forty, his brown hair not nearly as neat as last night, probably from removing the shirt he was wearing, nice toned body with slight definition. He had pecks, but not nearly as big as his son's and he had abs, too, just not as many. His legs looked as strong as Todd's with his thighs just as muscular. Even though I couldn't see the package, the bulge his boxers were throwing let me know where Todd got that part of his anatomy from. I wish I could've seen it, but I put that thought out of my head. I ended up making it through the show and once it was over, Mrs. Blyth excused herself saying it was bedtime. She told us all goodnight and went upstairs. Once she was gone, I excused myself saying I wanted to get a shower before bed and that I would be back when I was done. After a quick ten minute shower, I dried off and slipped on the same underwear in hopes that it wouldn't be long before they would be removed for the night. Didn't want to waste a nice clean pair for just a few minutes. I was about to slip on the sweat pants I brought, but realized, since Mrs. Blyth went to bed and Mr. Blyth was in his boxers and by now, Todd was probably in his underwear as well, they probably wouldn't mind if I was just in underwear when I joined them again. I took my dirty clothes and put them on the opposite side of the bed next to my bag and headed down stairs. I walked down the stairs, slowly, feeling more apprehensive about being almost nude and looked to see if Todd was still clothed. If he was, I was going back and putting on some pants and a shirt. When I looked, I couldn't see Todd, but next to the chair he was sitting in was the pile of clothes he had been wearing only moments before. I breathed a little easier and finished the stairs. As I came around the corner to the living room, the TV went to commercial, only it was one of those breaks where the commercial didn't start immediately and left the room dark for a few seconds longer than usual. When I sat, the TV shone brightly again and I looked over and saw Todd slumped down on the sofa and Mr. Blyth at the other end, sitting like he was before I had my shower. Only now, they were both naked. Seeing the surprise on my face, Todd said, "When it's just us guys at night, we don't wear clothes. Sorta been a habit ever since I could remember. But only after mom goes to bed." Not being able to speak, Mr. Blyth said, "Maybe we should put our underwear back on." "No," I blurted out. "I mean, yes, it was a shock to see you two naked, but you don't have to do that. If this is routine for you two, don't change just because of me. Please." "You sure you're okay with it?" Mr. Blyth asked. "Yes, sir. It's just, in my house, I've never seen my father unless he's wearing something from neck to feet and my mother is never seen without her robe on unless she's in regular clothes." "We'll, if you're comfortable enough, you're welcome to join us. It's just us guys." "I'm fine for now, thanks." "Okay. Well, you boys want to watch a movie before bedtime?" Mr. Blyth asked and got up and headed for the DVD rack. As he got up, his balls hung even lower than Todd's and his penis hung even lower still. When he walked past me, I couldn't help but keep my eyes on it. I was trying to be discreet, but I'm sure Todd saw me looking. I decided not to look at him, but instead, looked at Mr. Blyth's butt. It was very nice and smooth, like Todd's again, but with more hair covering his cheeks. All in all, Todd was the spitting image of his father when he was naked. They were both beautiful. After the movie started, I turned my head towards the TV and was enjoying the movie, but after a while, my neck started to hurt, so I turned sideways in the chair, pointing at the TV, but without back and head support, it was getting uncomfortable quick. I squirmed a few more minutes before Todd called me to come and sit on the couch. When I looked over at him, he had his left hand patting the seat next to him, between he and his father. I swallowed hard, vowing this underwear was going to stay on, if for no other reason than to hold down my rapidly swelling dick. I got up and walked over, trying to cover the lump in my shorts, which I could swear Mr. Blyth glanced at, and sat down between them with my left leg lifted up so that my ankle could rest on my right knee and my hands holding my leg, guarding any glances towards my crotch. Sitting there watching the movie, I was sweating. Realizing there was a naked dick on either side of me, within an arms length, kept my attention on my surrounding, which I would occasionally glance at, instead of the movie itself. Thank God I had already seen the movie and didn't have to worry about keeping up with the plot. Now, I knew that nothing was going to happen. I mean a father and a son. The fantasy might sound nice, making it with both, but I never expected anything to happen. And nothing did except for me having to find creative ways to hide my never ending hardon. Not once since I saw them naked did it go down even after the movie was over. When the movie was over, Mr. Blyth grabbed the remote and flipped everything off and stood up. He turned to look at us and told us not to be too much later getting to bed. Before he moved, he did a full body stretch. Meaning, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes and moaned as he stretched his body with his crotch at face level only a foot away. I was riveted and couldn't take my eyes off his soft penis. I looked away before he stopped stretching and told us goodnight before heading up the stairs. "Why did you do that?" I asked as soon as Mr. Blyth was in his bedroom. "Do what?" Todd asked, smiling. "Put me between the two of you. Both of you naked. What were you thinking?" "I wanted to see how long it was going to take you to loose the underwear." "Loose the underwear? Are you kidding? I've had a boner since I walked in here." "I know. You've been trying to hide it and didn't do a good job at it." "Do you think your dad saw?" I asked about ready to die. "Probably." I sank lower on the sofa. "I'll never be able to look at him in the eyes again." "Why?" "If he saw me hard, that's just embarrassing." "That proves you were either watching the movie or looking at him the whole time." "Whadda mean?" I asked. "I've been slumped down like this the whole movie and had a hard on since you sat next to me. My dad probably saw that too, but he doesn't care. We get hardons all the time in front of each other." Surprised, I sat up again. "You do?" "Yeah. We're both guys, we know it happens. Neither one of us care. It's normal." Thinking for a second, I said, "Okay, I have a weird question. . ." He cut me off, knowing the question before I asked. "No. We've never done anything with each other before and we never will. That's just gross. . . and weird." "Just asking. You seem real comfortable around each other and all." "Ever since I was little, my dad and I never wore clothes when we were at home. When I was about ten, mom told dad that when we were at home, we needed to start wearing something. Her explanation to him was that I was starting to become a young man and needed the privacy from her. Looking at it now, it would be weird getting naked in front of her, but if my dad and I never stopped, it probably wouldn't have ever become a big deal. Personally, I think she was getting uncomfortable with it." Stifling a yawn, Todd said, "Let's go to bed. I know just what you need to make you sleep good tonight." Smiling a little, I said, "I'll bet you do." Standing, he grabbed my hand and I pulled him up and followed him up the stairs. With his butt in my face, I couldn't wait for tomorrow. I was hoping to try something new. When we were in his room, he closed the door as I turned to ask, "Where do you want me?" "I don't care as long as your in the bed with me," and stepped over to me and locked his lips onto mine while he slipped his fingers inside the waistband of my underwear and slowly tugged them down until it was hooked below my balls with my dick standing straight out. Moving his hand softly up my shaft, he put pressure on it by squeezing as he lowered his hand to the base. He did this repeatedly which caused a new sensation to flow through me. I reached over and grabbed him in my hand and slowly stroked him for a few minutes then moved my hand to cup his balls and give them a slow, gentle squeeze. When I did, his tongue darted in my mouth and our tongues dueled each other for superiority. Before we could figure out who the victor was, I broke the kiss and grabbed his dick as I pulled him closer to the bed. Laying him out flat, I used my tongue to travel over his lips, down his chin onto his muscular chest, over the peaks and valleys of his pecks until each nipple was softly chewed and sucked on then followed his sternum down to the rippling waves of his abs. When I reached his navel, I dragged my tongue across and when it found the hole, I hardened my tongue and pushed inside and at the same time, with my right hand holding his dick, my left hand squeezed his nipple with more force than before and his body became supported by just his feet and his head. Everything else was arched and his dick was shuddering as if he was cumming. Since that wasn't anything I had experienced or given that experience to him, I stopped and asked if he was okay. "Oh, my God. It felt like I had an orgasm, only it was in my nipple and my dick and not my balls." "Did it feel good?" "Just slightly less intense than the real thing." "Wow. I gotta try that again sometime." "Cool," he said and I noticed a little bit of panting coming from him. Instead of waiting, I decided to try it again immediately. Once again, I squeezed his nipple and inserted my tongue into his belly button with just a little more force. He arched again, this time, beating the bed and trying hard not to yell. His dick was twitching like mad, almost double time from when he really did shoot. After a few seconds, I let go of his nipple and he fell back to the bed, breathing hard. A few seconds after catching his breath, I asked. "Was it good, again?" "You are a very mean boy." "Why?" "You didn't even let me catch my breath before you did it again." "I was trying to please you," I said, smiling mischievously. "If you do that one again, you're gonna have to warn me. There's no warning to my body that it's coming. It just happens. It's like electricity running between my dick, my navel and my nipple." "I wonder if it works on the other nipple," I said reaching for it. "Don't you dare," he said, covering both with his hands to keep me from them. "Fine, I guess I gotta suck on that thing then," I said, playing around with him. "Ahhh, poor baby. Like you don't love it as much as I do." Smiling, I said, "You're right," and I basically fell on his dick, hitting my mouth perfectly. I worked on his head for a few moments then slowly sank down further and further until I had to pull off. I learned the hard way that you don't force a hard dick in your throat unless it wants to go willingly. I figured the problem was that at the tip of Todd's dick, there was a slight curve up, away from the floor if he was standing. Because of that, when I sucked him from between his legs, the curve is working against the angle of my throat. It doesn't want to bend the wrong way and I don't want to choke, plus I didn't want to hurt him. When my convoy of long-stroke sucking was done, I pulled him out of my mouth completely and traced the back of his throbbing member with my tongue until I reached his balls. He knew what was coming and encouraged me to go slow. This was his favorite part since he found out his balls were so sensitive. My tongue reached the loose, wrinkly skin and I licked them until they were soaked with my saliva. Small moans escaped his lips the entire time my tongue was making contact with him. After they were soaked, I opened my lips wider and suctioned them onto an individual testicle and put even more suction behind it causing it to slowly crawl into my mouth. When it was rested in the warmth wetness, I flicked my tongue around slowly, feeling where each and every hair popped out of the skin. I repeated the process on the other testicle, allowing my tongue to trace the squiggly veins than ran through the sack under his skin. I let his ball fall out of my mouth and went back to the head of his dick. He was leaking so much precum, I licked from the base of his dick to the head and, once there, engulfed, tasting the sweetness waiting for me in his balls. When I knew he was clean of precum, I went back to his balls and again got them wet and rolled them around on my tongue. Once again, I repeated the process of getting a ball in my mouth, but to his surprise, I put the other inside as well. This was a first for both of us. When they were both in my mouth, I sucked to get the extra loose skin in my mouth so that I was sucking on his entire ball sack with his dick pressed up against my nose. "Oh, shit, Blake. That feels awesome. Use your tongue. Oh, yeah. That's it. Suck `em. Harder. Yeah. Keep it up, just like that. Oh, God, you're gettin' me close." His hands had fists full of my hair, so getting him close without touching his dick, amazed me. I sucked a little harder while flicking my tongue all across his balls. I split his balls in half with my tongue, first, playing with one, then the other. I kept that up for a minute longer before he told me he was cumming. I quickly released his balls and sank down over his dick. As I did, I grabbed his balls in my hand and pulled them away from his body. The pressure he felt, I felt too. The force of his first ejaculate hit me so hard; I actually had to pull back a little to avoid the same unexpected jolt. I could have sworn he produced double from what he did in the afternoon. I had to swallow three or four times before I knew it wouldn't drip out of my mouth. I slowly released his scrotum and slowly released the pressure I had on his dick and let it slip out of my mouth, landing on his stomach with a soft thwack. I rubbed his balls, gently to massage any stretched feeling from the skin. Swallowing almost all his cum, I went up and gave him a passionate open mouthed kiss. Shoving my tongue in his mouth, I knew he tasted himself. I hope it was as sweet as it was when he did it to me. Moving my hand to his dick, I grabbed the base and slowly pulled upward and cum starter to gather at the tip before I even moved an inch. I went back and gently put my mouth around the head and pulled all the way to the top. I was rewarded with another small load which I gobbled down, not letting it go to waste. I knew he was completely pooped out and decided that I could wait until the next time. He tried to get up and please me, but I stopped him and told him to get under the covers. I turned on my side with my back toward him and he inched right up next to me, touching me from neck to feet with his body. Even though he was limp, I could feel his penis pressed into my butt. It made me wonder, again, what it would feel like getting fucked. I let the thought pass out of my mind when he put his right arm across my body, hooked it up to my chest, kissed my neck and softly said goodnight. Reaching down, I grabbed the sheets and comforter and covered us, saying goodnight as well. To be continued. . . Emails welcomed at dsc110875@hotmail.com Hope you enjoyed!!!