“Bill, are you asleep?” he whispered.

“No,” I said. “I almost was, but then, you know, it’s hard to sleep with someone talking to you.”

He sat on the edge of the bed. “Sorry to bother you. If you need sleep more than a blow job, I’ll go back to my room.”

I was shocked and excited by what I had just heard. I had never expected to hear my brother say that to me. I had no idea about his sexuality, though I had told him that I was gay. When I had done so, he just looked at me and raised his eyebrows, and then shrugged with a smile across his face.

I felt him reach out and touch my leg through the covers. He didn’t say a word. I didn’t know what had come over him. Maybe he had the hots for me all along. I could feel his hands shake as he moved both hands up my legs, and then I could feel the pressure of one of his hands pressing against my cock.

I just lay there and didn’t say a word. I was afraid that he might quit. I could feel his hands reach under the covers and find my bare legs. Then, he moved the covers off of me altogether.

I was wearing only my jockey shorts. I felt his hand move up my thigh to the bulge in my crotch. When his hand came into contact with my throbbing hardon through my shorts, it was like a jolt of electricity through me. I moaned softly.

“Oh, yes,” he whispered. “That feels like a real cock to me.”

He leaned over me and put a hand on either side of the elastic band of my shorts. He put his fingers under the elastic, and I moved my ass off the bed to let him pull them down. He pulled them across my cock, and there was an audible slap as my cock jumped up and hit me in the belly.

He pulled them all the way down to my ankles, and then off altogether.

“Gotta have some cock,” he whispered. “I want to suck your cock, Billy.”

Then he leaned over me, and I could feel his hot breath on my balls as one hand went to my cock and the other to my balls. Suddenly, I could feel his tongue flick out and lick the underside of my cock as he held it in his hand and guided it toward his mouth.

“Ooh, your balls are so big and hairy,” he whispered as he hefted them and began to gently massage them. Then, he slid his tongue all the way down my shaft, and I could feel his lips on my balls.

He made smacking noises with his lips as he kissed my hairy balls, and then I could feel his tongue on them, running under them and around and around them. I was in heaven; I had no idea where my brother had learned this, or whether he was just playing it by ear, or in this case, mouth.

He opened his mouth wide and gently sucked one testicle into his mouth, running his tongue all over it. Then he sucked the other one into his mouth. As he sucked my balls, I could feel him stroking my cock slowly, gently, running his fingers across the head of it, smearing the sticky fluid over the head of it.

Then he moved his tongue back to the base of my cock and ran it all the way up the shaft to the head. He opened his mouth wide, and suddenly, my cock was engulfed in the warm wetness of his mouth. I could fell his sucking and swallowing as he took it all the way into his mouth, and I heard a gagging sound come from him as it touched the back of his throat.

He took it out of his mouth and ran his tongue along it as it lay across my belly. Then, I could feel his tongue on my pubic hair, swishing around and around. I loved it. I didn’t know what to do or what to say, so I just lay back and enjoyed it.

He gripped it firmly by the base and guided it back into his mouth, and he began to stroke it as he sucked hard on it. His other hand was on my balls, pulling the hairs gently, massaging and kneading my balls like no one had ever done.

I could feel his hand move lower, to the crack of my ass, and he gently inserted one finger, touching the opening to my asshole. I couldn’t stand it any more. I began to thrust upward with my hips, and then, I was actually fucking him in the mouth. I reached and grabbed the back of his head and pushed his head down on my cock. I thrust rapidly in and out of his mouth, sending my cock all the way to the back of his throat.

He gagged, and I released him. He sped up his stroking, and I whispered, “I’m going to come, Tommy.”

He sucked even harder, and I thrust my hips upward as I shot a load of come into his mouth. I could hear swallowing sounds as I shot another load into his mouth, then another. Still, he kept my cock in his mouth as I shot another and another load of hot sperm into him.

Then, he released my cock, letting it fall against my heaving stomach. He opened his mouth, and let the remaining cum fall out as he moved his lips up and down my throbbing cock.

I lay there, my dick jumping around, my brother hovering over my groin. His hand was still on my balls.

“I love the way your balls tighten like that when you come,” he said.

I coughed. “Well, I think that happens, you know.”

“Can we do it again?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Just give me a few minutes to rest. Can I do the same to you?”

He took off his shorts and slid in the bed beside me. “Oh yes, he whispered.”

That wasn’t the last night visit I had.

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“Stay there until morning” the runowner said emphatically when I
explained the situation by cell phone. “It will be dark in less than
an hour”. The boss broke the connection.

Daniel had managed to get a decent fire going. The hut was spartan but
well equipped with emergency canned food and blankets. We stripped off
our steaming wet clothes and, naked, let the heat from the fire dry
us. At the age of 41, years of working outdoors kept me fit and
healthy. I was proud of my muscular body. My hair was black to match
my swarthy skin. My pedigree was questionable unlike that of my young
companion. His UK forefathers had founded our young country. Daniel
looked absurdly young and vulnerable. I felt my penis begin to stir at
the sight of him so I draped a blanket around myself. He had already
covered himself up again.

The meal was not at all bad. Daniel ate a huge plateful and burped his
appreciation. He was still at boarding school and just home for the
Easter holidays. St Crispins was an exclusive school for boys. Most
were the sons of runowners and farmers for whom boarding school was a
geographical necessity.

“What would the teachers at your posh school say if a boy belched like
that?” I pretended to grumble.

Daniel smiled. His brown eyes looked directly into mine and caused a
tenting effect in the front of my makeshift toga. Did he realise the
effect he was having on me?

“School grub never tasted THAT good”, he said by way of explanation.
He shifted his position and winced.

“How’s your bum? Sore?” I asked. We had been on horseback for most of
the day and Daniel was not an experienced rider.

“It hurts a bit”, he admitted. I looked at his lithe young form
shrouded by the blanket and swallowed hard.

“Roll over mate and I’ll rub in some ointment.” He did as I asked. the
old horse blanket still covering him.

A search of my saddle bags unearthed a tube of Doctor Sloan’s remedy.
I looked again at the youth lying so submissively before me. The light
of the fire combined with an oil lamp to illuminate the tiny shack and
Daniel.

My particular letch is for the male buttocks. Those exquisite
well-curved mounds of compact body-flesh are my weakness. I pulled
down the blanket exposing Daniel’s bottom and gasped out loud. His
beautiful twin orbs were covered with six crimson welts and the
surrounding flesh sported spectacular technicolour bruises.

Daniel cleared his throat: “I had to drop my pants and bend over for
the housemaster.” He looked up at me. “I’ve taken over 100 strokes in
three years so you’d think I’d be used to it. Beaky really knows how
to thrash a boy and a whacking from him hurts like hell”.

I stared at the stripes on the boy’s magnificent mounds. Never before
in my life had I seen anything quite like them. At my school corporal
punishment had been abolished before I went there. Obviously, the
privileged boys of St Crispins still received that age-old discipline.
I reached out a finger and gently traced the puffy ridges caused by
the beating. Then I gently rubbed the ointment onto Daniel’s swollen
buttocks. He sighed his appreciation and his globes parted, exposing
his hairless crease and tiny puckered bud. How I wanted to ram my hard
tool up that virgin hole! Daniel was almost of legal age but as he was
temporarily in my care I just slapped his rump lightly and,
regretfully, pulled the blanket back up.

Daniel brewed a strong billy of tea. I thanked him for the mug he
offered me. The liquid tanin scorched my throat but warmed my belly.
Then we built up the fire before lying down to sleep leaving a
respectable distance of clay floor between us.

It was early the next morning when I awoke to feel Daniel beside me.
He was naked and had gently pulled off my blanket. My penis stuck out
like a poker from its forest of black hair. Daniel had one hand around
my thick shaft which he had positioned inside the crease of his
bottom.

“What the ….?” I stuttered. Daniel looked unabashed.

“I want you to bum me. Please! I never wanted anything so bad”, he
pleaded. “I expect it will hurt a bit but nothing like one of Beaky’s
whackings. Come on! Bum me now! Please?”

I am mere flesh and blood and when that desirable youth offered me his
cherry all qualms vanished. I kissed the nape of his neck and Daniel
shivered expectantly. I found the ointment and squeezed the tube,
greasing my finger. Daniel leant forward, offering up his glorious
arse. I touched his pink bud and gently penetrated him. He was so
tight! His sphincter pulsated on my probing finger. I took my time
opening his bottom until he was able to accept two of my fingers.

Then I sat in front of the fire. Daniel lowered his slight body onto
my big man’s penis. His hand guided it inside his orifice. Daniel
gasped as my thick shaft swelled inside him. Inch by inch he descended
until at last my pubic hair touched his sorely striped bum-cheeks.

Gently, I pushed him forward. We moved as one until he was kneeling
with my hardness deep inside him. I started thrusting, slowly at first
but then harder, faster. I was rewarded by Daniel moving under me. The
firelight cast moving shadows onto the wall of that drover’s hut. How
many times had that scene been played out on the old earth floor? I
wanted to be tender for the youth’s first time but lust overtook me
and the thrusts became almost brutal. Daniel trembled and bit down
onto a blanket as I pummelled him.

Then I felt my penis erupt showering my seed high into Daniel’s
rectum. I shouted and the youth slumped forward. I lay on top of him,
my now flaccid penis still inside. Eventually, I pulled out hearing
his tight bung muscle ‘plop’ as I did so. I found some tissues and
cleaned him first and then myself.

Spent, we lay in front of that fire. I covered him with blankets and
we slept until daybreak.

The morning dawned bright and clear. I was concerned about Daniel’s
reaction to losing his virginity but need not have worried. When he
saw I was awake he flung his arms around me. He was like a rare plant
which had suddenly and unexpectedly blossomed.

Later, back at the homestead, Daniel’s mother got ready to drive him
across the rolling Canterbury plains to St Crispins. His father paid
me my wages. I was a casual drover and work was waiting for me on
another station. He thanked me for taking care of his son. If he had
known how I’d deposited my seed up Daniel’s arse he’d have shot me on
the spot.

So, Daniel went back to St Crispins and Beaky. Back to having to
submit to painful beatings. I felt envious of the housemaster who
could attend to the youth’s backside whenever he felt like it. Then I
remembered how willingly Daniel had accepted my own ‘rod’. The thought
cheered me and I encouraged the horse into a canter. The road was
dusty but all around us was the scenic splendour of the Southern Alps
and the McKenzie country.

Mike’s body was nicely muscled (not overly muscular) build, toned from
years of gym workouts. He was proud of his body - like showing off his
pecs, but was somewhat shy about showing off his privates. He rarely
walked around naked in the locker room (keeping a towel wrapped around
his slim waist), but he loved showing off his abs, chest and legs. His
modesty about his privates was somewhat endearing and erotic. His dark
short hair, highlighted his lightly tanned face and body. He seemed
totally in control of his well proportioned body in the way he walked,
played sports, or - from what rumor had it - how he performed in bed.
He was star in high school athlete in cross country and wrestling.
With high school graduation out of the way, he looked forward to a
summer and possibly the fall off from school. He intended to go to
college - but wanted time-off.

Mike was popular with girls, and for good reason. He was incurably
horny it seemed, and he was not shy about making out with any decent
looking girl - and fucking their brains out when given the chance.
Despite his horniness (unfortunately for his many secret gay
admirers), Mike never exhibited any interest in guys and in fact
seemed almost incurably straight. Like most guys, he often made jokes
about “faggots”, though not said with any real hatred, though with
more than a little revulsion. As horny as he was, Mike could not
imagine why - or even fathom how a real guy could do anything with
ANOTHER guy. He couldn’t imagine having a guy suck his own 7 inch cut
cock.

The boy never had a real gay sexual experience - despite the fact that
through all his life, gay guys had intense crushes on him. What he
didn’t know, when he was about 16 and sleeping over at a friend’s
house, a little boozed up, one of the guys staying over felt up Mike’s
body and crotch until he got hard. He didn’t come though - the guy was
too scared that Mike would wake up and beat the living crap out of
him. And Mike never knew his cock and body was thoroughly explored and
played with by another guy. There were a few more times like that
since then that Mike’s body was “played with” without him knowing
about it. And more recently, especially during his senior year, there
were more than a few times that his dirty underwear was stolen (or
exchanged for a clean pair without him knowing about it) by some
admirers. What he didn’t know that some guys were getting off on
staring at his bod and actually sniffing his used underwear. Mike
would never dream that anyone could be so perverse.

Though he was propositioned before (by older men), the offers for sex
were made to him subtly. Mike, not being the brightest guy in the
world, never caught on totally what these men really wanted. He just
instinctively shied away from them, knowing that something didn’t seem
quite right. (These older men would offer to “spot” him in the club
gym that he sometimes used for workouts (when he couldn’t get to the
high school gym) but they seemed overly helpful and seemed to touch
him more than needed. One old guy offered to take him out for a drink,
which he declined. Another old guy would hang around the shower area a
little longer than needed. He caught one guy staring at him intently
when he was getting dressed, though he quickly turned his gaze when
Mike caught him. He assumed then that they were gay, but never
connected these incidents to anything really sexual for him. It
bothered him, but he didn’t hate them. He just couldn’t understand how
a guy could turn on another guy. So he avoided them, and kept his sexy
crotch covered. Still, he didn’t mind those guys and especially girls
to admire his body. Without realizing it, sometimes Mike would flaunt
his muscled body in front of some gay guys, walking around the gym in
just sagging shorts, sweaty from a workout. He knew he was cool and
sexy.

Still, for Mike, his biggest straight fantasy was about getting the
perfect blow job (ironically the one thing that his gay admirers
wanted too). Though some girls were hungry enough to want to suck his
cock, he never ever achieved orgasm that way - never came. Their
sucking never brought even close to the edge of orgasm. The feeling
was pleasant and at first it was supremely erotic to see a girl try to
gobble his dick. After a few minutes though, the sucking became
frustrating for him. He desperately sometimes wanted to cum in their
mouths, wanted to be brought to a mind-shattering orgasm by a non-stop
suck job, but it never happened - they never got close to bringing him
to that point. The sucking would go on for several minutes, and
nothing more would happen (and sometimes the girl would tire) and he
would get to the point where he needed to get off. He would pull his
dick away from the girl’s mouth and then fuck her hard and fast - more
out of frustration. He was beginning to think blowjobs were overrated,
but a piece of him was still intrigued, still horny for it.

The girls - as much as they loved and wanted to fuck Mike - like most
girls, never knew how to give a real blow job - never caressed the
boy’s walnut sized smooth nuts - or licked his thighs or even tongued
his smooth, taut, muscled body very much. They would never really
tongue his cockhead or “polish it” lovingly or really apply the
necessary suction to Mike’s gorgeous prick. They were horny too, but
they didn’t worship Mike’s dick like a gay guy did. They didn’t prize
the way it smelled or lightly tongue every inch of the dick, while
holding the shaft and jerking it in unison.

For Mike, the fucking of whatever girl he was fucking was usually hot
- and fast - and rather conventional. He got off, but he wished some
girl could come along and make him cum by sucking him off. After
seeing a couple of porno movies and magazines where gorgeous women
gave guys awesome blow jobs, Mike fantasized about that. He never knew
that there were guys who would literally pay hundreds of dollars for
just a chance to give his entire body a slow tongue bath, swallow his
nuts, polish his cockhead and suck his shaft and make him cum. He
never realized that there were older guys out there who would pay a
lot just to sniff Mike’s dirty underwear or have the privilege just to
see Mike strip down.

He also never realized how teasing his cock over a long period of time
- cum control - could build an orgasm so huge and mind shattering that
even changed his ideas about having gay sex. He never realized the
excruciating pain-like feeling of his shaft and cockhead polished -
milked slowly, being made to cum several times. Mike - handsome, cool,
cocky, smooth bodied Mike, would soon learn this and never be the same
when he met a slightly older guy named Shawn at a party - two months
after graduation.

Shawn was a handsome blond 20 year old, about 6 feet 1 and a 175lb
swimmer’s build. He graduated 2 years before, and was a star athlete
too. Now in a local college, Shawn starred on the track team and
excelled as a student.

Mike met Shawn for the first time at a party in July - just a month
and a half after graduation. The party was held at a mutual female
friend’s home, and she introduced Mike to Shawn thinking the two would
hit it off. They did - instantly. Because of the age difference, Mike
seemed to look up to Shawn - almost as a role model. Mike wasn’t a
good student even if he was a good athlete and he admired Shawn for
excelling in both. They got along - laughed at the same jokes, enjoyed
the same movies, and had many of the same friends. As popular as Mike
was, he didn’t have a lot of close friends, and he saw Shawn somewhat
as almost an older brother he never had. For Shawn - meeting Mike for
the first time almost gave him a heart attack. He was dazzled and
almost felt flushed. How could a guy look so cute - so handsome - so
fucking sexual? EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM - THE WAY HE TALKED, THEY WAY HE
WALKED, THE WAY HE SMELLED - was erotic and sexual. He tried
desperately to control his lust for the boy, knowing that Mike would
be scared away at any approach. He sensed that Mike was somewhat
homophobic and very straight. Still, Shawn thought, even if nothing
ever happened between them, being with him - seeing him - was better
than nothing.

After a few weeks of spending time together (going to movies, driving
around and hanging out at each other’s houses listening to music,
watching TV or playing video games) Shawn realized that just being
with the handsome boy was no longer enough. Every moment he spent with
him, Shawn was becoming almost obsessed with the boy’s muscled smooth
body. He would try to imagine what his cock look like - how long it
was - what he smelled like down there. Shawn almost had a secret
fetish of enjoying prolonged sex with a guy - cum control - drawing
out the blow job or jerking off too, it would last hours before he
would let a guy cum. After a session like that, a guy would almost be
a basket case, so horny and hot to cum - his body would be a sweating
shuddering mass of muscle, straining to be jerked or sucked with just
enough pressure or just a few minutes longer to make him cum. Shawn
would grow almost weak thinking about doing that to his new handsome
straight friend Mike. He couldn’t be with Mike without secretly
thinking of torturing his muscled body that way and making the
straight boy scream and beg to cum. He slept at nights now, dreaming
of Mike - dreaming of the handsome youth tied up, his body thrashing
from having his cock played with, screaming and begging to be allowed
to cum. The dreams were almost too intense for Shawn now - and he was
worried that he might even be talking in his sleep about Mike. (This
was particularly troublesome when Mike stayed over). Shawn hoped his
face didn’t flush when he would see Mike now.

Shawn knew it was just a matter of time before he would get Mike.
There was no other option - it had to be, because Shawn could no
longer control his obsession with the young handsome guy - or his
fetish to make this guy - especially this handsome guy, squirm and
experience an hour or two of a prolonged blow job and tongue bath,
before letting him cum. It was consuming him completely now. Shawn
also wanted to try something else on this straight stud: “milking”.
Shawn tried to milk himself (polishing his cockhead, jerking his shaft
after he came, but the feeling was so intense he literally screamed
and had to stop. He realized then - how fuckin’ hot it would be to do
that to Mike, only Shawn wouldn’t stop - and would make the boy scream
and cum again….and again….again. That straight boy would KNOW
after a session with Shawn what sex - real sex - was all about. But
how would he get Mike? He would have to tie up the boy, and somehow
lure him and convince him that it was okay - not some freak, perverted
faggot thing. He would never knowingly do it.

Shawn’s opportunity came sooner than he thought. Just four weeks after
meeting Mike at the party, it turned out that Shawn’s parents would be
going out of town for two weeks. Shawn would have the house completely
to himself! Shawn immediately began planning how he would get Mike. He
stocked the house up with liquor and beers, bought one straight porno
tape, got special lubes for jerking off, some extra long tube socks to
tie up the boy, and a bottle of aroma (Rush) in case Mike needed it to
“get in the mood”. Shawn’s plan was simple: get the young guy drunk or
buzzed enough and horny after watching the porno video and let nature
take its course! Hopefully nature would make Mike so horny he would be
open to having a blow job - and so horny that he would let Shawn tie
him up for a prolonged session - only the boy wouldn’t realize HOW
long or that it would be followed by a tortuous milking session. Just
thinking about what would happen made Shawn weak and almost faint.

Mike came over, wearing baggy jeans, hanging low on his slim waist - a
nice tight t-shirt, and a loose cotton long sleeve shirt. Shawn could
smell the slight odor of his sweat and cologne and had to restrain
himself from raping the boy right then and there. The boy’s smell was
erotic. He sauntered in, making jokes and acting like a real
smart-ass. He went to the kitchen and immediately downed a beer,
followed by another, all the while laughing. He loved to drink! He
burped loudly, laughed, wiping some of the beer from his chin with his
sleeve. He looked at Shawn and grinned, and then lifted his t-shirt up
to wipe his chin again, exposing his taut, washboard stomach and
indented bellybutton. He did this so casually - and not for sexual
show, but Mike did like showing off his abs, and already he was
getting a little silly from the beers. Shawn almost gasped, seeing
this handsome boy’s body, and had to act like it was only of mild
interest.

“Come on - quit fucking around Mike. No one wants to see your fat
stomach…” Shawn joked, “hurry up and lets go upstairs to watch a
video”

Mike responded by slapping his stomach with his right hand, showing
how tight and hard it was and chuckled “Oh Shawn, you’re just jealous
dude…..”

Shawn just nodded his head and said “yeah, right…so hurry the fuck up!!!!”

Shawn made sure to bring a six pack of beers with him upstairs to his
large bedroom, where there was a large TV, video player and video
games. That should be enough to get the boy sufficiently buzzed.

Mike drank yet another beer - almost guzzling it down. He seemed to
want to prove to the older boy that he could drink and hold his liquor
too. Shawn felt Mike was trying to impress him with his ability to
drink - and Shawn would use that against the straight boy!

The two boys settled onto Shawn’s large queen bed, while Mike began
his fourth beer. It was mid-evening around 8pm and Shawn was feeling
more and more tense as he realized any moment the time to “get Mike”
would have to begin. He wanted and yet dreaded the time He was so
nervous about how Mike would react - would he get mad and even his
Shawn? Or yell and storm out of the house telling everyone that Shawn
was a big faggot? Could they even look at each other the next day even
if Shawn WAS able to “get Mike”? At times these thoughts overwhelmed
Shawn to the point where he almost called it off - he wasn’t going to
do it. Then he saw Mike laying back on the bed, his slim, muscled body
next to his, smelling the boyish sweat and cologne - and seeing the
handsome face growing more and more turned on by the porno video.
Shawn thought he could see the boy’s hard nipples through the t-shirt
- thought he could see the boy’s dick get hard through his baggy
jeans. No - the jeans were baggy and tented up anyways, but he was
sure the boy’s crotch was more fuller than usual. Seeing Mike next to
him - that way - and all reservations about “getting him” vanished. He
didn’t care anymore about the consequences - he HAD to have the boy.

Shawn sniffed the air and could smell Mike’s sweat - and cologne. He
smelled clean - but Mike’s odor was erotic. Shawn left the room
quickly to turn up the heat a little. He wanted the boy to sweat a
little. Returning to the room, with more beers, Shawn noticed that
Mike was looking flushed and somewhat buzzed. He quickly jumped off
the bed, dashed to the bathroom next to the bed, and closed the door
slightly. Mike felt buzzed - not totally wasted, but getting there -
and he felt like he could piss forever with the beer in him. He
quickly unzipped and pulled his semi-hard dick and pissed in the
toilet, not even realizing that he forgot to turn the light on and
lift the seat. He muttered “ooohhhh fuuuck…yeah….”

Shawn could hear the pissing and wished he could watch the boy piss
with his dick out. Shawn was almost beside himself with anticipation -
it would be soon that Mike would be his…or would it? Mike flushed
the toilet, and staggered back in the room, flopping himself back on
the bed, already watching the TV. He seemed definitely turned on by
the video, though he refrained from touching himself. The video and
the heat did make Mike hot - so he took off his long sleeve cotton
shirt, balling it up and throwing it on the chair next to the bed. It
missed, falling on the floor, and Shawn laughed at his poor shot. He
chuckled too. He absent-mindedly started to scratch his stomach,
lifting up his t-shirt a little. Shawn nearly died when he did that.
Suddenly Mike muttered “mna….shit…I wish..I wish some girl would
do that to me like that…….” Mike was staring intently at the TV
screen, seeing a beautiful girl go down on a guy, sucking and licking
his cock and nuts like the professional she must have been. The guy in
the video was moaning and then came in gushes, while she sucked it
all. Mike sucked in his stomach and sort of sighed “oh fuckin
jesus…..”

“Man…I never….no girl has been able to make me shoot doing
that…..God…” Mike muttered. He was starting to feel incredibly
horny.

Shawn turned and realized this was the opening and time he was looking
for to “get Mike”.

“You, Mike. Some girl sucks you off and you can’t shoot?
Yeah…right…” Shawn said, trying to goad Mike somewhat.

Mike nodded, sitting up a little, and stopped scratching his stomach,
though leaving the t-shirt up, exposing part of his stomach, while
Shawn just stared.

“Man…for real…its never happened. I….I mean…yeah, I got blow
jobs, but never…fuck…they never could make me shoot. Couldn’t jerk
me off. I mean I shoot when I fuck them, but never…when they suck me
or jerk me,” Mike sighed, “man…it seems like I should….watching
that video…..”

Shawn stared at the video and then again at Mike, glancing down at the
boy’s body. It took everything in him to restrain himself from
reaching out to hug the boy - and to rip open his jeans. Mike
meanwhile was staring at the video, which was showing yet another
scene where a girl was giving a blow job to a guy. Clearly now, Mike
had at least a semi-hard on that was tenting his baggy jeans.

“I can’t believe you never came when a girl gave you a blow
job…..man…and not even shooting if they jerked you off? Shit. I
can’t believe it! Do you know what you are missing dude?” Shawn said
excitedly, “it is so hot getting a nice blow job……and when you can
shoot right in their mouth….”

Mike just nodded weakly “man…I wish…..fuck….Those girls maybe
just don’t know how or something…..”

“Well…uh…so…well…why don’t you get someone who does know how?”
Shawn said evenly, trying to hide his nervousness, his heart pounding
so loud he thought Mike could hear it. He knew asking that question
would lead to the question that would mean he would either get Mike or
have Mike storm out calling him a faggot. The air seemed thick with
tension - at least from Shawn’s point of view. He waited - and waited
for what seemed hours for Mike to respond. A few seconds actually
passed. Mike turned and flushed again, guzzled another beer,
stretched, exposing more of his bare stomach to Shawn and then said
sleepily almost “yeah…okay…..so….like who does?” Shawn was
almost shaking from the tension - all he could see was Mike’s
beautiful brown eyes, his handsome face flushed from being horny - and
Mike’s stretched out body - and his baggy jeans with his semi-hard
dick tenting the crotch noticeably now. Shawn almost bit his lower
lip, then said, almost nonchalantly, “uhh…well…me. Me.” Shawn felt
like running - did he overstep? Was it worth it? It was too late now
anyway, but suddenly Shawn felt like his world would come crashing
waiting for his handsome friend’s response. It was almost
unbearable….. Mike was buzzed and not horny as hell from watching
the video and from the talk about blow jobs. He couldn’t believe what
he just heard - no - Shawn had to be joking, right?

Mike turned toward Shawn, slowly drank another beer, and put the can
down, missing the table stand, dropping the empty can on the floor.
Shawn just stared back. Mike suddenly grinned and said
“Yeah…right….okay…you….man…quit the fucking jokes
dude….man I am fuckin horny…..” He playfully then grabbed his
crotch, causing Shawn to almost gasp.

“Mike….I…I am not joking. I…well, I am very serious.
I….Look…guys know what a guy feels like okay. You know? When I was
in college, I got drunk and a gay guy went down on me and gave the
most fucking mind blowing blow job I ever had. Man….it was better
than any girl….cause he knew what a guy likes, okay?
So….fuck….we’re buddies….fuckin drunk too…I don’t mind…..I
know how it is…..it doesn’t mean nothin…..”

“Man……” Mike tried to say, then slurred “naaaw…you gotta be
joking…right?” Mike was sort of in a haze, but he was know desperate
for a blow job and in his drunken state his defenses were fast
crumbling for a mouth - any mouth on his cock.

“Look Mike….we’re drunk man…it’s just between us…I don’t
mind…..” Shawn said quietly - almost pleading. He stared at the boy,
who was still laid out on the bed lazily - his jeans now fully tented
- and his eyes closed, his stomach sucked in. It seemed like an
eternity before Mike responded.

“Oh…..ffffkckk….I…..shit….I am fuckin
drunk…but…..okay….do whatever……I am too fuckin wasted
man….” He looked at Shawn sleepily, as if drunk and smiled a half
crooked grin that drove him crazy with lust. Mike then tried to sit up
and take off his t-shirt, but fell over sort of laughing, only
succeeding in taking it off halfway. Shawn, seeing the opportunity
now, tickled the boy’s exposed ribcage, while Mike doubled up
giggling, laughing “okay….okay…….”

Shawn quickly pushed the boy on to his back, and sat on his stomach,
while Mike laughed more, grinning and then slurring “oh man…..do
whatever dude……I can’t fuckin believe this….”

Shawn lifted the now sweaty t-shirt, pulling it over his chest, then
over the boy’s head and arms. Shawn noticed the boy’s sweaty hairy
armpits as he lifted the t-shirt off, throwing it on the chair next to
the bed. Shawn’s heart was beating fast. He was almost there - almost
at the point of having the boy in his total control. But Mike was
still not tied up - and could easily change his mind and stop
everything from happening. Shawn was growing less nervous and more
obsessed now. He looked down and saw Mike’s gorgeous body - his
beautiful firm pecs, smooth chest, firm 6 pack abs and winking
indented belly button. Mike responded by puffing up his chest even
more and sucking in his stomach. Mike was in a sexual daze almost - he
felt pangs of guilt but he was so horny now that he didn’t care. Part
of him knew what was happening and what it meant. Another part
convinced him that he was still straight but drunk and didn’t know
what was happening. That thought finally allowed the boy to step over
the line and give himself completely to Shawn.

Shawn knew though that Mike at some point would come to his senses and
be overcome with guilt. He was far too straight for that, so he had to
hurry. Shawn then got off the boy, and started to unbutton the boy’s
jeans. Mike whispered “oh man…I don’t know..I…..” Before Mike
could change his mind, Shawn, quickly unzipped the boy’s jeans, and
then tentatively and lightly grabbed the boy’s semi-hard dick through
the pants. Mike gasped and hissed loudly “AAAAAHHHHHHH oh man….oh
man….”

Shawn couldn’t believe he was touching his sex idol’s cock at long
last, even if through the thick fabric of jeans. He was astounded at
how big and hard it was now. Shawn gazed at Mike’s cute face, his eyes
closed and his mouth moaning and in a fixed smile of utter
contentment, his arms above his head - just in the right position to
tie him spread eagled, soon.

Shawn quickly got off the bed, and went to the edge, pulling off
Mike’s jeans slowly - very slowly, exposing the boy’s tight white
boxer briefs. Shawn then pulled off the pants completely, throwing
them on the floor. Now Mike was spread out before him almost nude -
wearing only tight boxer brief underwear, with his cock semi-hard and
the crotch full with walnut sized balls full of cum. He looked so hot
and sexy, with a half cocked smile of contentment. Shawn wanted to
tongue the boy right then and there. Mike just sucked in his stomach
even more, and stretched out even more, moaning ever so slightly, his
eyes shut tightly. Shawn then started to knead the boy’s crotch
through the underwear lightly while Mike moaned and moaned. He never
knew such pleasure before - never in all the previous conventional sex
he had with any of the girls he fucked - never in all the previous
jerk off sessions. Mike couldn’t believe it.

Then Shawn pulled the sweaty underwear down slowly, exposing first the
cockhead, cut and covered with the slime of precum, then the shaft, -
then the balls…..and then pulled them off completely. The handsome
straight boy was naked. Shawn held the underwear in his hands now and
sniffed the crotch panel, smelling a heady aroma of musky boysweat,
before tossing it on the floor. Mike’s 7 inch cock was now hard -
though not steel hard. He looked so incredibly hot lying there. Shawn
quickly bent over and could smell the heady aromas of his boycock, and
then flicked his tongue slowly over his wet cockhead. Then he licked
and sniffed the boy’s loose and hot walnut sized balls.

Mike gasped and then groaned. In his sexual daze he could not believe
he was feeling so horny - or that a tongue on his dick - from a guy -
could feel so hot and so good. He never before had someone lick his
balls like that. He couldn’t believe the feeling.

“Ooooooooooooh goooooooood…oh oh oh oh…..god…..” Mike moaned,
twisting ever so slightly into the bedsheets, lifting his legs ever so
slightly, exposing more of his balls and crotch involuntarily.

Shawn increased the pressure and then sucked the entire head. Mike
literally yelled “OH GOD!!!!!!!”, almost sitting up, and then
collapsed back onto the bedsheets, moaning. Shawn was in heaven -
sucking his idol’s prick, ever so slowly. Mike was so hot, it would be
just seconds before he would shoot bursts of cum. Before that would
happen, Shawn pulled off quickly and Mike groaned and then almost
whimpered “oh man…suck it again man…please…..oh man…”

Mike then brought his right hand to his prick, and tried to jerk it to
an orgasm . This boy was so hot, he wanted to cum and cum fast and
hard.

Shawn smiled almost evilly. His plan was working - Mike was so hot and
horny he no longer cared HOW he came or even WHO made him cum. He was
almost desperate to shoot. Shawn quickly grabbed Mike’s hands and said
“no….no….Mike…..you can’t touch yourself, okay…..we can’t have
that….”

Mike merely moaned “aaaahhhhhh…Jesus! Oh gaaaawwwwwdddddd…..
man..oh god…man…please……”

“Well….we will have to tie you up so you can’t jerk off. This will
be an intense blow job - you are going to have the best blow job of
your life dude, and I want you to enjoy it. When its over, I’ll untie
you, okay? But you gotta let me do this or you won’t feel it…okay?”
Shawn said almost like an order - hoping and praying he wouldn’t back
out now. He knew he wouldn’t - Mike was so hot and horny that he would
do almost anything to cum. The poor guy never had this done before to
him.

Mike now didn’t care what Shawn did as long as Shawn made him cum -
and made him cum FAST. Mike couldn’t believe how horny he was. He
didn’t even think twice about being tied up - whatever Shawn wanted,
fuck, he would do it, just to get his dick sucked so he could cum. A
part - a small part of him wondered about whether Shawn was a real
freak - but another part of him got even more hornier at the prospect
of being tied up and made helpless. For a change it would be HIS body
that would be taken care of completely. He suddenly sensed that Shawn
- this guy - really worshipped his body, and while that bothered him -
in his drunken sexual state, it made him even MORE hornier. His dick
actually grew even more harder, throbbing a bit.

Shawn held his breath, waiting for Mike to respond to being tied up.
Would he do it? It all came down to this moment. Shawn almost felt he
would have to over power the boy even if he said no. Nothing would
stop Shawn from getting Mike now. Nothing.

Shawn almost shook with nervousness when he saw that Mike was willing.
Mike sighed, stared at Shawn and then merely nodded, closing his eyes
and spread his arms and legs almost like a little boy, waiting to be
fed. Shawn quickly got the long tube socks from under the bed that he
hide just for this. He grabbed Mike’s right arm first, and quickly
tied it to the bed post tightly. Mike gasped a little and seemed like
he was going to protest, but didn’t. He did trust Shawn - he looked up
to him, so Mike knew Shawn wouldn’t hurt him. Mike relaxed a bit. For
Mike, it was sort of erotic getting tied up - he never would have
believed it, but it felt sexy and hot to be tied up now. He shook his
head and couldn’t believe how depraved he was getting - but that small
part of his brain convinced him again that, it was the beer - he was
drunk - it wasn’t really happening and anyways, he was straight!!!!

Shawn’s heart was beating so hard and loud that he thought he was
going to faint. He couldn’t believe that it was going to happen - that
the object of his sexual obsession was being tied up naked! He knew
Mike was somehow trying to stay “buzzed” and drunk so he could blame
it on the beers or even act like he couldn’t remember a thing. Shawn
didn’t care at this point - he just wanted Mike tied up. Shawn quickly
grabbed the other arm, and tied it tightly so there would be no way
Mike could get loose. Now with the boy helpless, Shawn felt a little
better - it was too late for the straight boy to change his mind now.
He grabbed the boy’s muscled tanned left leg, and tied it to the
corner bed post. He grabbed the right and did the same. Mike was now
spread-eagled - a gorgeous tanned captive, his body taut and sweaty,
his young boy cock steel hard. Even though Mike was straight - being
tied up served to make him even more horny and his cock got even more
harder, and leaked even! more precum.

“Oh man…shit…..” Mike moaned, flexing and pulling at the
restraints - testing it. He looked for a second a little scared and
said “I… don’t think…Shawn…maybe….fuck…..” Shawn ignored
Mike’s weak second thoughts and then blindfolded him (to his surprise)
because he wanted to assault his body without him knowing what part
was being attacked. Plus, each boy could enjoy what was to happen
without looking at each other and feeling guilty (this was more
important to Mike).

He protested again weakly at the blindfold saying
“hey..no……..man..what is this…man….”

Shawn quickly explained it would intensify the erotic feeling, and
made the point by grabbing his steel hard penis, and polishing his
slimey cockhead slowly - very slowly, then let go. Mike gasped and
nearly screamed and sucked in his stomach even more.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH…..OOOOOOHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOD” he gasped.

Shawn grabbed Mike’s hot steel hard dick again, holding it firmly at
the base, and then licked it up and down, then licked and slowly
polished with his tongue his sensitive cockhead, while slowly jerking
the shaft from the base. Shawn’s other hand played with the boy’s
sweaty balls. Mike groaned and loudly moaned “OH GOD!!!!!!!!!” His
body squirmed and when Shawn kept polishing his dick, his young bod
shuddered. Everytime Shawn thought he was ready to cum, he backed off
and stopped. Shawn could tell when Mike was ready to cum - his hands
would fist up, grabbing the tube sock restraints tightly, his bare
feet would curl, and his entire body would grow taut - his mouth
clenched in a furious hideous grin, his breathing fast and shallow.
Then Shawn would just stop. Mike thrashed - nearly breaking free from
the restraints. The poor boy would gasp, start thrashing and then yell
“MAN!!!!! DON’T STOP….OH SHIT…..DON’T
STOP…GOD…..GOOOOD……..DON’T PLEAAAASSSSSE……MA!
N…..SHAWN…PLLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSEEE”

Shawn would just stop, not move until the moment of orgasm passed for
Mike. His youthful slim body shuddered and his breathing returned a
little more normal - though ragged. Mike groaned in utter
disappointment at being denied an orgasm. It was particularly painful
for him because he hadn’t cum in four days and unlike all the other
previous blow jobs from girls - THIS time, the blow jobs and cock
jerking WAS bringing him to a mind-shattering orgasm - only - it would
stop just at the brink - just at very edge. He very edge. He could
almost feel himself cumming. SO close. So very close. Just nanoseconds
from exploding. Yet….it would stop and the boy couldn’t cum, even
though he wanted to badly now. Mike felt like he was going crazy with
lust - he never felt this way before - his entire body felt like a
sexual instrument - every part of him now glistened with sweat and was
so sensitive. His dick almost lengthened and searched for a mouth or
hand or tongue to push hi! m to orgasm. He thrashed on the bed, and
yelled “ooooooh gaaaawwwwwwddddd!!!!” He begged Shawn and pleaded to
“man…oh…stoooooppp…teeeassssing me……man……..”

This went on for almost an hour and by then Mike was almost getting
mad and nearly yelling in utter frustration when the stimulation
stopped again and again just short of making the sweaty, handsome
young man from cumming. He started to struggle, pulling at the
restraints, yelling at Shawn to “MAN!!!! Why the fuck are you
…….stop….teasing me man….god…..stopping..man….don’t
stop….man….OH FUCK!!!!!!!!” He would then twist and thrash - much
to Shawn’s amusement. The thrashing and cursing actually was turning
on Shawn even more. Shawn couldn’t believe how hard and stiff Mike’s
cock was - it seemed already filled with cum.

Mike’s cock was steel hard - as hard as it has ever been in his young
life. It was leaking precum and Mike was moaning almost begging Shawn
to make him cum. 70 minutes passed now. Quietly, Shawn then asked “hey
Mike…..I will blow you - but you need to tell me when you are ready
to cum, so I can pull of your dick, okay?” Mike quickly nodded and
quietly - somewhat embarrassed replied
“yeah…okay….anything…….” He would do anything now - anything
to cum.

Unfortunately for Mike, Shawn was merely bringing Mike to the next
level of cum control. For the next hour, Mike would warn Shawn
“GOD……GOOOOOOD….I AM CLOSE….I AM READY….MAN…BACK
OFF…OOOOOH”. And Shawn would back off, stop jerking entirely,
stopping the boy from cumming. By the fifth time, Mike was literally
crying tears of frustration, yelling at Shawn “Man, you fuck…stop
fucking teasing me…oh man….please….please…..please…Man…I
am begging you…please….don’t stop……please…..” Mike was
reduced to almost a little boy whimpering - begging for relief.

Mike’s steel hard dick flopped back and forth while his body thrashed
in frustration. He desperately tried to move his pelvis in an upward
thrust, in a fucking motion to help make him cum. Seeing that, Shawn
got some old ties, tied them together, and then tied it to his
bedframe, crossing tightly, Mike’s taut stomach and lower ab area, so
he couldn’t make any fucking motion at all. Shawn also used some more
old ties (tied together) to tie down Mike’s thighs. The poor boy now
could not move at all - except his chest and head. Mike tried to make
himself cum whenever Shawn touched him again - but Shawn knew when to
pull off of the boy and Mike would groan in utter frustration.

Mike yelled more in almost pure agony and struggled briefly to break
free. Seeing him struggle and watching his steel hard dick flop back
and forth - his sweaty body stretched out and tied almost made Shawn
cum. Now Shawn continued the cum control torture, by slowly giving the
boy a tongue bath, deftly avoiding the boy’s precum soaked cockhead
and shaft.

Mike groaned and then moaned loudly. He begged Shawn to stop and make
him cum. Shawn moved up and tongued and licked the boy’s tight
stomach, darting the warm tongue into the boy’s deep navel, then
slowly up to the hard pecs, sucking the dime-sized hard nipples. Mike
gasped and sucked in his stomach even more. He couldn’t believe how
this felt - - no one - nothing in his sex life compared to what he was
feeling now. It was pure ecstasy. Shawn then lapped at the boy’s hairy
sweaty armpits, then back down at the boy’s nipples, and then all over
the boy’s body - down his muscled thighs, knees, legs and feet while
Mike squirmed and begged. He sucked the toe lovingly, while Mike
violently thrashed and buckled and gasped from the sensitive feeling.
It was almost unbearable having his body assaulted in this way. Mike
never before had anyone suck his nipples or lick his body in this way
- and his mind was almost in a complete sexual haze - his head rolling
back and forth, mouth agape, moaning - unable to cum. He felt almost
drugged with sex. His upper body tried to squirm away from the tongue
bath, and Mike whimpered when Shawn’s tongue would get close to the
boy’s steel hard cock, and then stop.

Shawn spent some special moments tonguing the boy’s balls and even
darted his tongue into the boy’s tight asshole. Mike never ever
thought anyone would do this. He went crazy, trying to squirm away
from the insistent tongue. He groaned and groaned, sucking in his sexy
hard stomach, silently praying that Shawn would now make him cum - he
felt he would burst now. It felt so hot and good that Mike was going
crazy almost with lust. He now almost prayed and begged to cum - he
felt he was going almost insane. His body was shaking involuntarily
from the throes of sexual ecstasy - but short of allowing him to shoot
what he knew would be the biggest load of his life.

Shawn, after another 30 minutes - for a total of more than 2 and half
hours of playing with Mike’s tied up body, finally said “okay
buddy….get ready for the cum of your life…..”

The boy almost was crying from the agony of this torture-like cum
control. Weakly, Mike tried to lift his head slightly and he said “oh
man…thank you oh god…please…don’t stop…please Shawn.. I can’t
take it anymore…please…please…please..I’m begging you….please
don’t stop……..I wanna cum….god…please…..” He was almost
whimpering - almost not believing Shawn that he would bring him to a
mind shattering orgasm. Mike was covered in sweat and he smelled like
pure straight boy. It was almost overpowering.

It DID cross Shawn’s mind that maybe he could prolong it even
more….but he wanted to see Mike cum - Shawn was growing weak from
holding back HIS own orgasm too. Seeing this handsome youth tied up
and sweaty - begging to cum, his dick steel hard and leaking copious
amounts of salty pre-cum was almost too much for Shawn. The smell of
Mike’s sweaty boy and crotch was overpowering almost. Lucky for Shawn,
he kept the video camera running to record this….but now, he had to
make the boy cum.

Suddenly Shawn grasped the boy’s steely incredibly hard shaft at the
base, and slowly jerked the shaft, while slowly tonguing the cockhead
at the same time. His other hand lightly tickled the boy’s balls and
lower stomach, while Mike gasped and groaned.

Mike was in sexual heaven - he couldn’t believe how incredible this
felt - every lick brought him close and closer to the edge of orgasm.
He was reduced to moaning like a whore - almost performing for Shawn
against his will. Mike couldn’t control his responses - he yelled and
screamed instinctively now - his entire body reacted without him
thinking about it anymore. He no longer controlled his own body or its
responses - and Mike never felt that way before. His head lolled back
and forth in a sexual high.

Shawn increased the up and down motion, grasping the stalk of the
penis with more pressure, tonguing the head faster and in sync with
the jerking. Faster, faster, faster - up and down - up and down -
faster and faster - polishing the head - faster - faster - up and down
- while Mike sucked in his stomach even more, trying hard to arch his
firm back - his toes curling, his hands clenched and grabbing at the
sheets….faster - faster…up and down….faster - faster - Mike’s
eyes shut tightly and covered by the blindfold - his mouth clenched so
tightly it seemed like he would shatter his beautiful white
teeth…faster-faster - up and down
…faster…faster…FASTER…FASTER….FASTER……FASTER……

Mike was so gone now, but still he wasn’t sure if Shawn was going to
deny him orgasm, so he stretched his entire body, tightening it -
trying to will himself to cum. It felt so good - so fuckin good he
couldn’t believe it. My god - Mike could not believe this was what he
was missing from sex!

Finally…he was brought closer….closer….closer and closer to the
edge. Would Shawn stop? Mike silently prayed “oh Shawn please……”

Faster…faster…faster…..up and down…faster and faster Shawn
jerked, polished and sucked the boy’s hard
cock….faster….faster…faster…FASTER…..FASTER…….UP AND
DOWN….FASTER….

Mike squealed, moan, thrashed and a small part of his brain screamed
that he was going to cum. Suddenly Mike opened his mouth wide…..said
nothing…then omitted a long long loud groan and “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH
GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!” Shawn kept jerking the shaft fast up and
down but pulled off the head just in time to see a huge load shoot
out, splattering on the boy’s tight abs. Shawn gasped “oh fuckin
jesus!!!!!” He kept jerking the boy’s steel hard cock, now shooting
another huge load of hot white cum, then another, then another, then
another. Mike kept squirting out cum - 10 huge loads…..and nearly
yelled “oh god” after each time……..

The white cum spilled and collected on the boy’s tight stomach,
filling in the navel like a small pond. Gobs of cum was splattered on
the boy’s face, chest - even some of his own chin. Shawn stared at the
boy, gasping now - in the throes of an incredible sexual climax - and
bent over, and quickly licked up some of the hot cum. The cum tasted
slightly salty but sweet - and was very warm. Shawn proceeded to lick
the navel clean of cum, an then brought a small wash cloth to wipe up
the rest, while he continued to jerk the shaft. (Shawn did this not
because he was tired of eating Mike’s cum - but because he wanted to
preserve some of it on a wash cloth for future jack off sessions!)

Mike, with a face of utter contentment - lay there - completely
exhausted by the workout. His muscled body, still tied and spread
eagled, was covered in sweat. He smelled like cum and boysweat, with
the heady aroma of a guy’s smelly crotch. It turned on Shawn even
more. Shawn pulled off his pants and underwear, and jerked at his hard
cock, staring at the tied up boy, his cock growing a little limp now.

Mike was almost passed out from the session. His head was lolled back
and forth slowly, mouth open, his face a mask of utter exhaustion and
sexual contentment.

Shawn smiled and then remembered. Milking time. Lets see how this
fucking straight boy has the balls to deliver more cum. Lets see if
this straight boy can take it. Shawn wanted to kiss the boy, but
didn’t, thinking Mike might really freak out.

Mike was breathing slowly, mouth open, still in a daze from cumming.
Suddenly he almost screamed, tried to buckle his body, then literally
shrieked. Shawn was jerking the boy’s shaft, mixing lubricant with the
boy’s cum. With the other hand Shawn was slowly polishing Mike’s now
extra sensitive cockhead….slowly…and painfully.

Mike almost hissed “ooooooh
gopoood…Wait….wait…stop…stop…..man… You gotta…oh
god…stop…oooooo…hey…shit…man….you gotta. Give it a a rest
man…..oh….SHAWN!!!!!!! GOD!!!! STOOOOOOOOOP!!! SHAWWWWWWN!
Oh…GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!

Mike screamed and screamed for Shawn to stop. Shawn just kept jerking
the shaft at the base, holding the stalk tightly, and then polished
the cockhead. Up and down - faster and faster….up and down.

While Shawn kept jerking the shaft, polishing the sensitive cockhead,
while Mike’s body shook, thrashed and buckled, Shawn started to lick
the boy’s entire body again - and even was able to lap at the ball’s
soft, hot wrinkled balls, and lifting them, licked under and darted
his tongue quickly at the boy’s quivering virgin pink asshole. Mike
gasped and nearly screamed. No one - on one ever touched him there! He
tried arching his back, but was restrained. Shawn merely ignored the
boy’s pleadings and kept up tonguing the boy - smelling his crotch,
lapping at his asshole, down his legs and sucking the boy’s toes. Mike
was screaming and yelling. He couldn’t stand it anymore - it was pure
torture.

Mike was going crazy he thought from the almost unbearable feeling.
His body was - he knew - so overly sensitive after he had sex, he
could barely even touch himself just to go bathroom. Now, some one
ELSE was touching his cock - his balls - his entire body - and the
feeling was unbearable. He begged again - whimpering and pleaded with
Shawn and tried to break away. He never knew he could feel this way -
the intensity of the milking was so tremendous, that despite the pain,
his cock was again steel hard. Within 20 minutes, Mike was jerked to
another orgasm, shooting 5 loads of hot cum. He was almost in tears -
it was too intense.

Mike whimpered and groan and now fully expected it to finally end. He
was a horny guy - but now, he had enough sex to last, he thought, for
the rest of the year.

But Shawn kept on going - never stopped the jerking up and down - up
and down. And the polishing - the slloooooow polishing of the boy’s
wet cockhead. Mike thrashed - seriously thrashed back and forth as
much as his restraints would let him. He screamed and started to
threaten Shawn “FUCKKKKKKKK YOU!!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOODD……..Oh
pllllleeeaaaseeee!!!!!! Sttoooooppppp…oh
goooooooooood….Shaaawwwwwwnnnn…..puhh…
Puuuhhhhhlllleeaaasse..ohhhhhhh Shawwwwwwwwnnnnnn…….”

Mike cried - he really started to cry from the intensity of the
jerking and cock polishing and milking. Yet his body also enjoyed it.
His cock remained steel hard, and he came again…..in another 40
minutes…and he came again….in another 20. Finally, after a total
of 4 hours, Shawn squeezed out one last load from the straight boy -
he squirted 3 loads. Shawn had the foresight to have Mike shoot into a
cup, so Shawn could preserve the loads of cum in a nice container. It
was almost half full!

He wanted to kill Shawn almost. God….this was pure agony.

Now Mike’s cock was semi-hard, but no longer steel hard, and Shawn
gave the cockhead one final polish from his tongue and hand. Mike
gasped out loud, almost shrieked - his entire sweaty body shuddering
completely. Then Shawn began untying the boy - slowly. His left leg
and arms were tied so tight (the socks were tightened after the boy
struggled) that Shawn needed a knife to cut the boy loose. After
inspecting the nude handsome boy completely and seeing no damage
(slight markings on his leg and arms), the boy whimpered and moaned in
utter contentment now, and fell asleep. Shawn covered him.

The next morning he awoke and both boys acted like nothing happened.

Mike though, REALLY did remember what happened. Part of him loved
Shawn for doing that to him - for making him experience the best sex
he ever had. Another part wanted to get even - to make Shawn pay for
Mike’s 4 hour long ordeal. As pleasurable as it turned out to be - it
was also pure torture. Mike somehow vowed to himself to “get Shawn”
and make him suffer like he did.

Then I became a salesman and had a territory
some 300 miles wide, encompassing several cities and
states. This brought up what to do in the evenings,
especially when you’re horny. So I went to a new one
in a different state. Went in, got some tokens and
ventured into the “viewing booths”. Pretty much the
same as what I was used to, couple of guys hanging out
in the hall…but boy was it dark! Could hardly see the
doors! But I found one and went in.

I settled into the chair, loosening my belt and
undoing my zipper, getting hard already anticipating the
videos. It was real dark in the booth, too. Had to
fumble around trying to find the slot. But I did. I put
several in and started finding a good movie to my taste.
I did. A good oral job one. I got my briefs down and
started playing with myself.

After a few minutes I heard the door in the next
booth open and close. The chair sliding around and the
token going in. That’s when I saw the light come through
the hole in the wall! I was startled as my old book
store didn’t have these. I had heard of them but was
actually more concerned that my solitary approach to
pleasure was not solitary anymore. Then I saw an eye
looking through the hole, “jeez” I thought, I’m going
to have to zip up and find another spot. So I stood up.

“Don’t go” I heard whispered.

“Huh? What?” I whispered back.

” Don’t go, I can take care of that for you. You
won’t regret it.” He whispered.

“But I’m not gay, I won’t like it” I said.

“Most of you guys aren’t, try me, you can stop
anytime. Just watch the movie and pretend I’m that mouth
sucking that guy in the movie off, that’s what you’re
here for anyway isn’t it?”

Weeeeell yes I guess that was why I was here!

I went up to the hole and hesitantly put my cock
through it. What a leap of faith! To put your cock
through to “what”?

Then I felt him stroke me a few times. Just like
I like it, then he licked me…..mmmm good. Then he
started sucking me slowly. In and out of his mouth. I
pumped my hips some too. Fantastic! Then he pulled me
some until my balls went through the hole. There I was
flat against the wall with my cock and balls through a
hole…..then he sucked on my balls. Gently taking each
all the way in his mouth and stroking my cock with his
hand. HEAVENLY.

He teased me by sucking on just the head, then
going all the way down to my hairs. Then back up again.
And then repeating again and again. Rolling my balls
gently with his hand. I had to pull back!

He said “What’s wrong?” I said “It’s too good!
I’ll cum too soon.” Unlike my girlfriend he said “I want
you to cum in my mouth.” The only other time that I had
ever cum in my girlfriend’s mouth was by accident and
she didn’t like it, she gagged! She was mad at me!

I said “Go slow, take it easy on me, I want this
to last!” He agreed. Then I was back in the Hole of
Glory! And he did make it last a long time, playing me
like a fiddle. Until finally my hips stared rocking back
and forth uncontrollably and he took me all the way down
to the base of my shaft each time. I was fucking his
mouth as he was sucking! My last thrust locked me
against the wall and he sucked me all the way down and
played with my balls at the same time! I came so hard
in his mouth my legs were vibrating and my butt started
getting a charlie horse!.

After I came he stroked me firmly to get the
last of my cum out. Then he licked me gently until I
couldn’t stand it and had to pull out of that glorious
hole.

As I stood there recovering, I heard him say
“Thank you”!!!!!! Thank Me? “Thanks to you.” I said,
“That was Incredible!!!!!!!!!!!”

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