Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2008 17:51:17 -0700 From: David Courson Subject: Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes - Part 4 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. Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes - Part 4 I awoke from the best night sleep I've ever had. My body was gradually coming to and I enjoyed the feeling of not being jolted awake from an alarm. When I opened my eyes, I saw the clock read 10:24. `Mom and dad must've gone somewhere. They never let me sleep this late.' Looking around the room, I immediately thought I was dreaming. I recognized nothing. I was just about to jump out of bed when I felt something move on my chest. Looking down, I saw a hand lying flat against my pecs, and then everything came back to me. I was at Todd's house, in his bed, wrapped in his arms. Instantly, I felt better. I started reliving the evening before and how we ended up in this exact same position before falling asleep. I believe it was the very first time I hadn't change positions while sleeping. At that exact moment, I started to feel an overwhelming urge in my belly. My bladder was screaming at me to be released. My urge to go to the bathroom was ousted by my urge to allow Todd to hold me. I closed my eyes tight and willed my bladder to calm down. I wanted to feel him for just a while longer. While my eyes were closed, I let my sense of touch take over and felt his breath tickle the hairs on the back of my neck when he exhaled. His chin was slightly touching my shoulder and his right arm was wrapped under my arm with his hand on my chest. His chest was pressed against my back, and his belly, against my lower back. His hips were firmly pressed against my butt with his morning erection resting in the smooth crack. I wanted to wiggle my butt a little to feel the hardness of his penis, but figured I might wake him if I did. His muscular thighs were pressed against my legs as well as his calves. Somehow, one of his feet had worked its way in between my own. I concentrated on the heat radiating from his body, keeping me warm. The smooth body of the boy I never even noticed before Christmas was now holding me in his powerful arms. The things he taught me in the few short weeks we've been together is worth a lifetime of knowledge I could read in any book. The sexual pleasures he's given me and the feelings he's brought me. Love being the main one. I never knew it could be this commanding, but lying in his arms, I knew that this would be the only way I would ever want to wake up again. I was just about to doze back off when I felt Todd's lips graze the back of my neck. I figured he was just adjusting himself in his sleep, but then his tongue made an entrance. I stayed still, wanting to feel more. He started to swirl his fingertips softly across my chest and then moved his hand over my nipple while moving it to my stomach. His hand started downward even further, and as it was just about to wrap around my morning wood, I said, "Please don't touch that. I have to pee so bad." Without saying a word, he lowered his hand back to my stomach and slid it under my hardon, resting his pinky in my pubic hair. Kissing my neck again, he said, "Mornin'." "Mornin' to you, too." "How'd you sleep?" "Like a baby with you holding me. I can't remember when I've woken up so rested. How `bout you?" "Best sleep I've had in a long time." He moved his hand away from my stomach just long enough to pull away from me and stretch then he went back to the same position, leaving his lips on my neck, permanently. Pulling away slightly, I turned my torso just enough to be able to see his eyes. When I did, he lifted his head and rested it on his hand. Leaning in, he kissed me then moved back, smiling. "I thought you had to pee?" "I do, but from the feel of it, so do you," I said, as I squeezed my butt cheeks together. "Ahhh. Well, I didn't till you did that. Now, I gotta go." Reluctantly, I lifted the covers off us and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Todd crawled off the end and went to the window. "Good, she's gone." As I was looking for my underwear, he opened the door and pulled it closed to a crack to go to the bathroom. On his way, I heard him say `Hi, dad,' then the bathroom door close. "All better," he said, returning to the room. Still sitting on the bed, I looked around and spotted my underwear. I walked over, picked them up and started to put them on when Todd told me that his mom wasn't home. "But your dad is," I reminded him. "He's naked, too. He said she'd be gone for a few hours. You don't have to put anything on when it's just the guys." "You have to remember, I'm not used to the nudity," I said and pulled the underwear up to slightly cover my morning hard on. "Well, those don't do a great job in covering you," he said, noticing the waistband being pulled three inches away from my stomach. Panic started to set in, "You're dad's not still in the hallway, is he?" "Nah, probably went downstairs to watch TV or something." "I wonder if I should put my pants on?" I asked myself. "Why? Blake, I told you that you don't have to be modest around my dad. He has a dick like you and I. He doesn't care." About to protest, again, he cut me off. "Listen, go to the bathroom. Once you're done, it'll go down anyway." Looking down, again, I decided I really needed to pee and if his father was still there, oh well. Opening the door, I saw that the hallway was empty so I sped-walked to the bathroom and did what I had to do. After washing my hands, my dick was back to normal. Opening the door, I got a glance of Mr. Blyth heading down the stairs, naked as a jay bird. `This is so weird,' I thought to myself, and then headed back to the bedroom. "Do you have a bad self image of yourself?" Todd asked as I was closing the door. "What?" I asked, not really understanding the question. "Do you think that your body or your dick looks bad?" Thinking for a moment, I answered, "I never really thought about it, but I don't think so. I mean, I could use a little more muscle and tone up, but I think I'm pretty cute." "Very cute is more like it, but the reason I ask, is that sometimes people don't like to get naked in front of someone else because they think they don't look good enough." "It's not that. I get naked in front of you all the time, but, since I grew up in a house where modesty was first and foremost, I guess I'm not used to letting other people see me naked. I told you the only person I've ever seen in underwear at my house was my brother, and that was when he was just on the trips to and from the bathroom." Looking at me a little more seriously, he asked, "Does me or my dad make you uncomfortable being naked?" "No. The only problem is, I think I'm going to get hard in front of your dad." Seeing Todd about to say something, I ended up cutting him off this time. "I know, I know. He doesn't care, but I just gotta get used to it. I just can't help but look at his dick when he's there and when I do, I'm gonna get hard and then he may wonder why I'm hard, especially if we're not doing anything but talking and I don't want him to know he's the reason." Smiling that wicked smile again, he asked, "You have the hotts for my dad?" "What??? NO. I mean, he's a guy, he's naked. If I look, I'll get excited. " "When you look at me, you don't get excited anymore." "Really??" I said, pulling my underwear down and showing my hard dick to him. "Wow, I guess I still turn you on, then." "More than you know," I said to him. He closed the gap between us and paid me back from the night before. After the quickie, he pulled open the door and started through, when I asked, "Where're you goin'?" "To get some breakfast. You coming?" Remembering his mother was out, I figured I didn't need to get dressed, but I did slip my underwear back on. When I did, I could see the disappointment in his eyes. "Hey, I'm still leaking. You don't want your dad to see that, do you?" "Well, you gotta point about that, but next time, I want you out of those. I want you to get more comfortable around dad." "Just give me a little time. I'm sure I'll come around." Following Todd downstairs, we ran into Mr. Blyth in the kitchen. Seeing him in full light, not just the TV glow, I got a better look at him from the back and he looked just as yummy as his son. I knew it wasn't a crime to look and I knew I would never, could never and, again, would never touch him. Plus, I have the younger version of him. What else could I ask for? Getting one final look, I brought my eyes level with the conversation happening between the two of them. Mr. Blyth turned around and I used every ounce of civility to keep from glancing downward. "Morning." "Morning, sir." "Please, call me Don. Sir makes me feel old." "Yes, sir. I mean. . ., Don." "So," he started, looking at Todd. I couldn't help myself and glanced. "You two ready for some breakfast? I was just about to make some waffles." "Oh, yeah," Todd said. "I'm starved." Looking at me, I agreed with Todd and he turned back and grabbed the ingredients. While we waited for the waffles to cook, Don made small talk, asking what we were going to do today. He asked about my classes at school and if I was into sports like Todd. The conversation continued after breakfast was served. We sat around the kitchen island and ate, when we heard the front door close. "Donald, come here, fast," was all we heard from Mrs. Blyth as she raced up the stairs. "Be back in a few," Don said as he left us with our waffles. After his father walked away, Todd looked at me and said, "Something's wrong." "Like what?" I asked, concerned. "Don't know, but I better get some underwear on. Be back in a sec." He bounded up the stairs and a minute later was back. "Did you hear anything?" "No, they were in their bathroom by the sounds of the muffled talk." We continued to eat, then about fifteen minutes later, Don walked back into the kitchen wearing his boxers. "You're mom got a call while she was out and it seems we have to entertain a big client of hers. Meaning, we have to go out for the evening." Looking at me, he asked, "Do you think your parents would mind if it was just you and Todd here tonight?" "Honestly, Mr. Blyth, I really don't know." I immediately knew that answer was going to be no, but I was holding out for hope. "I guess we better call them and ask." He handed me the phone and I asked, "Would you mind asking them? I'm afraid if I do, they might say no without thinking, but if you did it, they might think it over before answering." Smiling, he said, "Dial the number then give it to me." He took the phone from me and put it against his ear. "Hello, Barbara?" `Oh, no,' I thought. "It's Don Blyth." "No, no. Everything's fine. Listen, a client of Barbara's made an unexpected trip to town and we need to entertain him tonight. I wanted to know if you wouldn't mind if it was just the boys at the house for a few hours." He waited for a few moments, then said, "They can't get into any trouble. We don't have any alcohol in the house and we're gonna leave them money so they can order a pizza so they won't burn the house down from trying to cook." A few more moments passed and he answered. "Yes. No. By midnight, at the latest. Yeah. Okay, will do. Have fun. Thanks, I'm sure we will. Talk to you soon, bye." Hanging up the phone, he looked at me and said, "She said if you guys need anything, to give them a call. They're going on a date, but they'd cut it short if need be." I sat in silence, stunned at that answer. "They really said that?" "What? That they were going on a date?" "No. She said it was okay?" "Yeah. She didn't want you two getting into trouble, that's when I said there wasn't any alcohol and no cooking. She seemed to relax a little." "I honestly can't believe it. She and dad have never been that relaxed. I guess there really is a first for everything." It wasn't until after noon when we finally saw Mrs. Blyth. She came downstairs wearing a sweat suit to relax before the big evening. "So, mom, when will you and dad be leaving?" Todd asked, as she fell into the couch. "Mr. Barnes is already here and we said about four we would head over to his hotel and get him, so I got a few hours." "What'll ya'll be doing?" "We're going to Wicked then out for drinks or dinner or whatever he wants to do. He's the client." Looking at the both of us, Mrs. Blyth said, "Am I running a nudist camp here?" Todd and I looked at each other, confused. "C'mon, boys, it's after noon, go and get something on, will ya?" Completely embarrassed, I blushed ten shades of red and got up and almost ran for the bedroom. As Todd passed his mom, she gave him a playful slap on the butt. "And don't come back without your pants on!!" she yelled after us. "Oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed," I said to Todd in his bedroom. "She's just kidding. She wasn't trying to be mean or anything. We just got comfortable and didn't think about it. Just her way of reminding us we need to get dressed." Slipping my pants on, Todd said he had some shorts I could wear if I wanted. I agreed and he handed me some flimsy running shorts that came to about mid thigh. Putting them on felt sexy. The smooth fabric rubbing my leg as I stepped into them gave my skin a new sensation. Plus, knowing Todd had worn them before also helped stimulate me a little. Throwing me a tee shirt, I put it on and we went back downstairs to join the rest of the family. We didn't do much but sit around and watched TV or talked back and forth. Todd and I even got out a game and started playing it while the adults watched a Saturday afternoon movie. When the movie was over, Mr. and Mrs. Blyth headed upstairs to get ready for the evening. Around three thirty, they emerged and looked stunning. Mr. Blyth had on a nice, black, pin stripped, three piece suit and Mrs. Blyth had on a beautiful black, strapless dress with a slit up to just above her knee. "Wow, mom, you're lookin' hot." "Thanks, honey." Looking at me, she asked, "So, whadda think, Blake?" "Mrs. Blyth, you look beautiful," I answered, mouth practically hanging open. "Thanks," she said with a big smile. Turning to Don, she said, "You ready to go?" "Yeah, let's head on over there. I hope there's not much traffic." "There's shouldn't be. Not for a couple hours, at least." Looking back to us, she said, "Call if you need us, but only if there's a fire or someone is dying." Laughing, Todd said, "Okay, mom. Don't worry." A few minutes later, we watched them pull out of the drive. "C'mon," Todd said and started running upstairs. I followed, knowing where and why we were running. Once in his room, he stripped down to nothing and started pulling on my shorts as I took my shirt off. Standing in my birthday suit, I asked if we could watch another movie. He walked to the computer and flipped it on. Opening the right folder, he looked through the titles and double clicked to start the movie. Pulling the other chair next to his, we watched as two muscle bound, college aged guys came on the screen. There wasn't any hinting to what was about to happen, instead, they started kissing and then stripped down and went right to business. They started blowing each other, separately, and then turned to suck simultaneously. That was a new position for me. I never even thought about doing Todd as he sucked on me. We're going to have to try that one. While they were in their sixty nine position, the guy on top went to suck on the balls of the boy on bottom then lifted his legs and started rimming him. I watched to see what his tongue was doing and studied the flicking and plunging motion. I was about to say something to Todd when the scene switched to the fucking. No slow change from one to the other, just a complete cut between the scenes. As we were watching, Todd reached over and grabbed my erection and started slowly stroking me. I was so caught up in the movie; it took me a few minutes to realize his hand was pumping my erection. When I felt close to climax, I grabbed his hand and said, "We need to get a shower." "Why?" he asked. I reached over and grabbed the mouse and moved the time cursor back a few minutes and said, "Because, I want to try that on you," I said as the top boy was rimming the bottom boy. "You want to rim me?" he asked a little shocked at my forwardness. "Why not? This is the second movie I've seen it in. It must feel good for them to shoot it. Listen, we need showers anyway. Might as well get it out of the way before we start playing." Turning off the movie, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the bathroom. I was expecting him to get one first and then me, but he had other plans. Getting the temperature just right, he stepped in and waited for me to follow before closing the shower door. It was a spacious shower for two, so we weren't pressed against each other fighting for the water. I started lathering my hair and Todd grabbed the soap and worked on my body. He started at my neck and rubbed his slick hands down to my chest and gave my nipples a good workout. My erection had gone down but was back with enthusiasm. After the nipple play, he slowly worked his hands down to my stomach and rubbed all around, even sticking a finger in my navel. My hand flew to his and stopped him from doing that. It was an electric feeling, almost too much to bear. On his way down, he skipped my dick and balls completely, squatting to get my legs and feet. He had me turned while he was still down so he could get the back of me. Again, he started at my feet and slowly, but forcefully washed the back of my legs and moved up, passing my butt and working on my back. At my shoulders, he went down to my arms and my pits. I closed my arms over his hand to keep him from tickling me. He wasn't trying to, but since I made that move, he, then, knew I was ticklish. `Stupid,' I thought to myself. `Now he has something to use against me.' I relaxed a little, deciding to trust him and all he did was wash under my arms. I closed my eyes and allowed him to touch every inch of my body. His hands against my skin was heaven. When my arms were clean, he moved back and washed the skipped parts. He started with my lower back and worked up a nice, thick lather. Moving his hands to the cheeks of my butt, he dug his fingertips in to massage the muscles beneath. After my outer massage was done, he started at the top of my crack and slowly worked his fingers downward, between the cheeks. I shuddered when the tip of one of his fingers made contact with my hole. He stopped for a moment then repeated the process and got the same response. He moved further downward to continue cleaning me, then returned. "I'm gonna concentrate on your hole for a few minutes, okay?" "Okay. I'll stop you if I need to." "Here, lean against the wall." I did as I was commanded and leaned against the wall and rested my head against my folded arms. I spread my legs just a little to give him better access. I felt him rinse me and touch my hole again, but like me, he realized he couldn't slide as easily without the lather. He created a lather again and spread it across my butt. Rinsing his hand, he brought his thumb back to my hole and pulled it across the sensitive skin. I shuddered. He repeated the process, lightly brushing me, always with the same reaction. After a few minutes of teasing me, he moved his thumb to my hole and put pressure while moving it around the sensitive skin. I'm glad I was leaning because my knees just about buckled with the new sensation running through my body, as his thumb slowly made its entrance. Inhaling sharply, I almost instantly became lightheaded. I didn't know if it was from breathing too fast or the feeling in my butt, but either way, I wanted it to continue. I felt him switch back and forth between hands and also between fingers and thumb. I was writhing against the shower wall, trying to claw my way through the tile and wallboard. The feeling was so intense; I didn't think I could stand it much longer. I was just about to beg him to stop when I felt his fingers retreat. The warm water that was hitting the floor just a foot away was now running down my back and into my crack to rinse me off. "How'd that feel?" he asked. "Unbelievable," I said, trying to regain my breath. Without warning, I felt him spread my cheeks again and I figured it was round two. Boy was I wrong, instead of fingertips; I felt the warm wetness of his tongue. "Oh, my God!!!" I exclaimed in surprise. I pushed my butt back against his face and begged him to put more pressure on my hole. He pulled my cheeks so far apart, I feared he was going to split me in two, but the feeling subsided when his tongue hit the mark again. "Harder... harder," I begged. I spread my legs even wider and turned my torso so that my right hand ended up on his head, pulling his face into my ass. A few more seconds was all he could provide me, for he had to breathe. When he pulled away, he had a huge smile on his face. "Damn, is it that good?" "I can barely think when you do that to me. All I feel is pleasure more intense than anything you've done to me before." "Wow," he said, sitting back on his heels. "Do you want me to keep going?" "No. Let's finish our shower and go back to the bedroom." He stood up and I rinsed my hair and body while he started washing his own hair. When I was done, I make a thick, rich lather in my hands and started washing his back while he worked on his front. I went real fast on his back and shoulders, skipped his ass and went for his legs. I was done with my half before he even finished his chest. After he cleaned his crotch, he bent over and started on his legs. Staring at me was his pink pucker. I figured we had enough time to let him get a feel of what he had done to me. Quickly, I grabbed the soap again and made more lather. Not even giving him warning, my finger moved right to his hole and I slid it around, slightly. Bent over, he instantly froze when my finger made contact with his skin. I continued my rubbing of his hole and was constantly putting slightly more pressure every few minutes or so. Slowly standing upright, he said, "You need to stop that or we'll never finish." I stopped pleasing him just so we could get to the room. I finished washing his cheeks and up and down his crack then stood up and washed my crotch, seeing as how he never got back to it. Once out of the shower and dried, we walked to the bedroom and he kissed me. A few seconds later, I pulled out of the kiss and pushed him on the bed, facedown. With his chest on the bed and his knees on the floor, he looked rather scared I was going to hurt him. I kneeled in between his legs and spread his cheeks and, without apprehension, I dove down, licking with fury. "Holy, shit, Blake!!!! Oh, yeah. Oh, my God. Eat that ass!!! C'mon, make me feel good." I didn't stop. I pulled back just enough to get air through my nose, and then I would replace the pressure with my tongue. I got so into it, I started pushing on his left leg and he moved it to where my hand was guiding it. Before I knew it, his left knee was on the bed keeping his ass open for my pleasure without having to use my hands. I ended up folding my hands across his lower back, pulling him back on my tongue. Moans and curses kept coming from the boy beneath me. Seeing it in the movies, rimming looked kinda disgusting but also sexy at the same time. Actually doing it was amazing. There wasn't a bad taste; actually there wasn't a taste except for the smallest flavor of soap. Since he was clean, there wasn't anything but the smell of Dial coming from his butt. I reached up and grabbed his balls but as soon as I did, he yelled, "Stop!!!!!" Figured I did something wrong, I pulled my hand and face away from his body. "What's wrong?" "You just about made me cum. When you grabbed my balls, that feeling started coming to the surface and I knew if I came, it would be over for a little while." "Sorry, I'll just do your butt, then." "No. Let me do you. It feels awesome, but I wanna make you feel good, too." I didn't hesitate. I got to my feet, quickly and as soon as he vacated the bed, I fell upon it. "How do you want me?" I asked over my shoulder. "Get all the way up on the bed, spread your legs and get on your knees." I followed the directions he gave me and kept my upper torso and head on the pillow. A moment later, his tongue made contact and my head shot upright, with my arms outstretched, pushing against the bed. "Oh, man, that's great." He didn't stop. He scooted closer to me between my legs and rested his hands on each of my cheeks, periodically squeezing what skin he could grab. He pleased me for about ten more minutes then told me to turn over. I was disappointed. I wanted him to continue, but I thought he wanted to suck my dick. When I was on my back, he lifted my legs and told me to hold them. "I want to see your eyes when I do it. I want to see the pleasure I'm giving you." I grabbed my calves, spread my legs a little more and he went right back down. His clear, bright green eyes looked deeply into my own with every flick of the tongue. He saw my mouth voluntarily grow wider and wider with pleasure and heard my gasps of air the more he worked on me. I felt his tongue enter me and I closed my eyes tight and threw my head back. He pulled off long enough to say, "Look at me," then went right back jabbing me with his tongue. I lifted my head again and looked back into his emerald greens. I heard his breath get real heavy, like he was drinking something on a hot summer's day and he couldn't get enough. I don't know who was enjoying it more, me or him. After about five more minutes of watching him and feeling shudders of pleasure go through me like waves, I couldn't take it anymore and said, "Todd, fuck me, please." I guess I surprised him. He pulled off me and asked me, again, what I said. "Please, Todd. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me." Pulling my legs from my own grasp, he looked at me and asked, "Are you sure?" "More sure about anything in my life," I answered, looking like, what I was sure, a puppy begging for table scraps. "It's gonna hurt a little at first. Are you really sure you're ready for this?" "Please, don't make me beg for it. I'm ready. I wanna try it." "Well, I'm gonna have to loosen you up, that way, hopefully, it won't hurt as much. Here, suck my dick while I work on your ass." He moved up and straddled my head and then reached down and pulled my legs up and hooked them under his arm pits. I started sucking on him in earnest. I wanted him to be completely ready when he figured I was prepared for him. I felt him lower his chest against my stomach and my dick lodge between our bodies. He started by rubbing my ass again and the saliva that was left from his rimming of me helped let his finger slide smoothly. I was getting the same pleasure he gave me in the shower only now, I had a way of showing him how much I actually enjoyed it by sucking him. When ever he did something to me, I tried to give him equal pleasure back. I never touched his balls because I knew it was his trigger. I didn't want him cumming for a long time, yet. I had my hand wrapped around the base of his dick while I sucked the head when I felt him slip a finger inside. When he did, I stopped sucking and gasped and moaned. "You okay?" he asked, looking between our bodies. Finding his eyes, I said, "Keep going," and went back to sucking. He continued to loosen me up. Getting a wet finger inside me and then pulling a little to one side. Pretty soon, he had one finger from either hand inside me and I just about lost it. There was a little pain when he wedged both fingers inside, but when he started pulling them apart, slowly, the pain increased. "Slow down," I breathlessly begged. "It's starting to hurt a little." "That's because you could make a diamond in here. Damn, I didn't know someone could be this tight." He stopped pulling and instead, keeping his fingers in me, rubbing around my hole and allow me to relax a little more, and then when the pressure on his fingers lessened, he started pulling apart slowly while moving his fingers around the edge of the muscle. I still had his dick in my mouth trying to give him as much pleasure as possible. I wanted him to enjoy what I could give him while he was tried to prepare me with as little pain as possible. "You're gonna have to stop or I'll cum." It's almost as if someone had yelled `gun' and I dropped the pistol. When I did, I heard it slap up against his belly. Knowing I couldn't play with his balls and now his dick was off limits, I figured the only thing I could do was try and rim him. I placed my hands on his butt and tried to pull myself out from under him the best I could. I ended up scooting up so that I could see his pucker but couldn't reach it. "Move your knees down toward my feet and lower your butt a little." Todd did as I asked and soon, I had my lips locked around his hole with my tongue working in desperate anger to please him. While his fingers were still inside me, he said, "God, that feels good. Use your tongue mooooooor. . . Yeah, that's it." I heard a smile in his voice. We played a little while longer before he had three fingers in me and figured I was about as ready as I was gonna get. Looking at his fingers, I thought that they had to be thicker than his dick, so I agreed. "How do you want to do this?" he asked me. "I don't now. Can we do it on my back?" "Yeah, if you want. Do you want me to stand or get on the bed with you?" "Get on the bed. Here, I'll move up and put my head on the pillow and you come up between my legs." "I know what to do after that, I just didn't know how you wanted me to be." Moving into place, he lifted my legs and told me to toss him the other pillow. I obliged and he folded it in half and stuffed it under my ass. It looked like he was just about ready when he said, "Damn it. I don't have any lube." "Just use spit like that guy did in the movie," I said, lifting my head up to look at him. He spit into his palm and worked it over his dick while he knelt down and started rimming me again. After he was sure I was lubed up, he sat up and walked on his knees and leaned over me into position. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded my head that I was. "If it hurts, tell me and I'll stop." Once again, I nodded and I felt him touch the head to my skin. He moved it up and down and back and forth for a moment before he hit the hole again and started slowly pushing forward. I felt the pressure building and the slightest bit of pain, but didn't want him to stop. I needed him inside me so I gritted my teeth. He pushed a little harder and the pain increased exponentially. I was about to tell him to stop when I felt the head push through and I screamed. He held still and asked, "Are you okay?" Through gritted teeth, I said, "Don't move." I had my hands on his thighs to make sure no movement was made. After a few moments, the pain started to deaden and I slowly relaxed again. "Okay, try it again," I said. He pushed a little farther and I tried to crawl up the bed away from him and he froze. After a minute, he asked if I was okay. "Trying easing in again. Please, just do it slowly." I felt the slightest of pressure and felt my skin pull inward. The pain was less this time and he pushed in a little more and stopped. We locked eyes and he watched me for any reaction. Even further inward he went and stopped. He repeated the process a few times and I asked, "How far have you gone?" "Not even half way yet." "Holy, fuck," I said out loud, surprising even myself. "We don't have to do this if you want to stop." "No, just give me some time to get used to it. Keep doing what you were doing." So he repeated the process even more and I finally felt his balls push up against my ass. When I did, I let out a long breath of relief. Still looking in my eyes, he smiled and said, "I'll let you get used to it before I start moving." My eyes were saying thank you. He, slowly, lowered himself down, chest to chest, careful not to move his pelvis too much and placed his lips on top of mine. Our lips made passionate love while he let me get used to him. After he slipped his tongue in my mouth, he slowly pulled back up and asked if I was ready. I nodded I was. He slowly started to pull his hips back and I felt the pressure in my ass start to ease. When he was nearly out of me, he slowly started to push back inside. I can imagine my eyes were probably either closed tight or rolled to the back of my head. The pleasure and discomfort was overwhelming. I concentrated on the feeling of the friction between our skin and tried to allow myself to relax even more. When the pleasure started to lessen and the discomfort became more prevalent, I said, "You need to stop. This isn't feeling too good." I could tell he was heartbroken, but he, hesitantly, pulled out. When the head pulled through the muscle, I just about screamed again as I jumped away from him. After my body relaxed completely, he asked, "What was wrong?" "I don't know. I think there was too much friction. You're spit must've dried up before you got all the way in. It just didn't feel good." Sitting back on his heels, he looked at me and apologized. "You don't need to apologize. I just thought it was going to feel better." Thinking for a moment, he asked, "Do you think if the spit lasted longer, it might feel better?" "I don't know. It's possible that was the problem." "Stay here. I'll be back in a second." Before I could ask what he was thinking, he ran out the door. Disappointed, I hit the bed with both my fists. I was disappointed because I was expecting it to feel better and also that I got his hopes up and now, I couldn't handle it. I was pissed that I lead him on only to tell him no. A minute later, he came back in the room holding a bottle. "This should work," he said, showing me it was lotion. "Hand lotion?" I asked. "Yeah, it's slippery, isn't it?" "I guess so, but won't it absorb into the skin?" "We'll just add more. You'll let me know when and I'll stop and put more on." Thinking about it a second, I said, "It's worth a try." He got back into position, having never lost his erection. He squeezed a little on his finger and rubbed it on my hole and stuck his finger inside. He squeezed a larger, second dollop on his palm and started spreading it on his dick. When he was completely covered, he pressed the tip against me. A few seconds later, he broke through the muscle barrier again and I just about passed out with pain. Sensing the pain, he paused and allowed me to adjust to him. Watching my eyes, I nodded and he slipped in further. After about thirty seconds, he was buried inside me again and held still so that I could get a feel of him, again. When I nodded the second time, he slowly pulled out and then pushed back in. This time the feeling was completely different. The only discomfort I felt was the pressure in my body and, soon, that was becoming pleasurable. The pain died away almost instantly and I started to enjoy the slow rhythm he was giving me. "A little faster," I said and he complied. When his speed became a little faster, I started moaning. The pleasure was radiating throughout my body like the ripples pebbles make when they hit the water. Every time he pushed in, two or three small waves started at my asshole and spread throughout my body. When he pulled back, it's like the ripple hit and obstacle and started coming back to it original starting point. Still leaning over me, he kept his rhythm and speed at a steady pace. When my moans didn't stop, he started a little faster. My moaning became louder. I opened my eyes and saw him intently watching my face. I reached up and grabbed his face in my hands and lifted my head so that our lips could touch. He kissed me more passionately then he ever did before. Our tongues were pressed against one another and my moans became stifled. This continued for a few minutes when he upped the speed even more. "Oh, God, Todd. Fuck me. You're making me feel so good. Give it to me. Give me all of you." On that last statement, his speed slowed a little and then he started putting force behind his inward thrusts and when he hit rock bottom, my moans rose in pitch. He kept his forceful thrusts going for a while and I kept talking. "That's it, Todd. Fuck me. You feel so good inside me. Make me scream. Come on. Give it to me. Give it to me good. Fuck me, faster. Come on." To get better speed and harder thrusts, he lifted himself off me and sat on his heels, while holding my legs in his hands. On his first, fast inward thrust, I exploded. "OH, SHIIIIIIIIT," I screamed, while my dick shot volley after volley of cum into the air, landing on his chest and my crotch, moaning and grunting with every spasm. "Umphhhfhfh," was all I could hear from him as he pushed into me with such force, like he was trying to push through a wall. He was cumming at the exact same time as myself and I could feel his dick twitch inside me. Every twitch of his dick eluded a grunt of force from his throat. When the peak of his climax passed, he fell on top of me and continued to shudder. Every time his dick twitched, my ass clamped down and my dick shuddered against his body. He kissed me deeply, again, and stayed still until his climax had completely run its course. Mine passed a few seconds later. With his head resting on my shoulder, I said, "Holy, shit," and panted to get my breath back. He tried to answer me but it came out as if he was saying `huh'. I wrapped my arms around his upper back and lifted my legs to wrap around his hips. When I did, his dick made the smallest of movements inside me and Todd gasped. The sensitivity in his over used penis hadn't passed just yet, so after my legs were locked behind his butt, I stayed still. In a few moments time, our breathing had returned to normal and I felt his limp penis slip out of me. When it did, Todd shuddered one last time and slowly rolled off to lie next to me. I rolled over and put my head on his chest and threw my arm across his stomach. His hands came from above his head and placed one on my head and the other on my back. He was the first to break the silence. "I take it, the lotion worked." "Oh, yeah," I sighed. "You were really getting into it. I've never hear you cuss before." "Believe it or not, that was my first time saying those words." "Damn, you must've really liked it." "It was better than I imagined." "Wish you could've given me some warning before you came." Lifting myself off to look at Todd, I said, "I didn't know. It was like at the mall. It just happened. But you must've liked it too, you came when I did." "I didn't have a choice. When you came, your asshole clamped down on my dick like a vice. They pressure threw me over the edge. I was getting into it and was gonna go faster and harder, then all the sudden, one thrust and you were cumming. All over my chest, I might add." "Sorry," I said, sheepishly. "Don't be. That was hot. I've never shot that high before. It was awesome." Putting my head back on his chest, he asked me, "Are you glad we did it? I mean, you don't regret it, do you?" "No. That was the best decision I ever made." Having only a moment's silence, I asked him, "What about you? Do you regret it?" I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, "Are you kidding? That was fucking awesome!!!!" We ended up doing it three more times before his parents got home and tried for one last time after we got in bed. We were both so tired; we fell asleep in mid fuck. I guess sometime during the night, his dick softened and fell out of me. Comments are welcomed at dsc110875@hotmail.com. If you want to be added to the email notification list for chapter postings, just ask.