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    Touching Nick

    This is a work of fiction. Nothing in the story took place (darn it) and "Nick" is a figment of my imagination. This is my first posting. It is a bit detailed, but I hope you like it.

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    Last November I opened the paper and learned that, after an impressive season, our local high school football team was going to play for the state championship. In an expression of local pride, the paper had printed pictures of each member of the team. I vaguely remembered a conversation with the guy next door that his son, Nick, (who I remembered from when I moved in as a round-faced pimply kid) was on the team. I looked for his picture and found it. Then, I did a double-take. The 4 years or so since I moved in had been kind to Nick. The picture was of strikingly handsome, chiseled face—blue eyes, short, dark hair, clear, smooth complexion, and a “soul patch” of beard on his chin. I knew he had turned 18 a couple of weeks before from the signs in the yard announcing his party, but had paid no attention to how hot he had become over the years. Just then, I heard a car door slam. My neighbor was home. I went to the window and peeked out in time to see Nick—sweaty and dirty from practice—walking up the driveway to his house. I was hard instantly, looking at how the sweaty white t-shirt stuck to his body, outlining his pecs. I could just see his nipples through the wet fabric, and I imagined they were hard in the chilly air. As he walked up to his house I cursed the twilight that made it harder to see his body, especially when he slid his hand up his stomach and rubbed his chest under his shirt. I could barely make out a perfectly flat, toned stomach and a waist wrapped by a white underwear waistband and baggy basketball shorts. I knew I had to do 2 things: 1. Jack off. 2. Get to know this kid better.

    Doing the first was much easier than the second. While Nick quickly took the starring role in each of my fantasies, football season ended and winter came along. I had no real reason to be outside to “bump into” Nick except shoveling the sidewalk after a big snow. As he was wearing a snow suit it wasn’t so exciting. Finally, spring came, and Nick began baseball practice. I learned that he was a pitcher, as well as a catcher. (I quickly fantasized that he played these positions off the field, too.) I went to a game, and watched him play, noting his tight, pert ass in his pants. It was phenomenal. A little shelf that came off his back then rounded down to his legs. He also had a hell of a package, but I was sure he was wearing a cup. The weather grew warmer and I would go talk to him after games, to congratulate him on good play. I loved his sexy voice, not too low, but not too high, either. I loved his sweaty hair, laying in clumps on his forehead, eye black under his eyes and dirt smeared across his face. I loved his easy, quick smile, his uniform—tight around his ass, his jersey showcasing his pecs, and that I could see his sexy, almost smooth, veiny arms. His fingers were long and a little bony. I imagined that girls liked to feel them slide in and out. More than once I imagined them wrapped around his cock—around my cock.

    After one game, I saw Nick head back to the dugout before I could congratulate him. I popped in, and found him taking off his shirt. I about came right then. For the first time I could see the beauty that was his torso: smooth, naturally hairless chest, his dark red, quarter-sized nipples topping his well defined pecs like cherries, and a 6-pack running down across his stomach leading to a “V”, highlighted in the center by a trail of thin, blonde hair (no more than 4 hairs wide) that began at his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his white Mizuno sliding shorts. I thought I would not be able to speak, but I recovered quickly and complimented him on his game. He thanked me, I realized how awkward the situation was becoming so stole one last glance then went home and came about 20 seconds after stepping in the door.

    Finally, one Saturday near the end of April, I found Nick outside washing his car. I loved his outfit as it was a pair of shorts, grey tennis shoes with ankle socks, and an old t-shirt with the arms cut out and the arm holes cut down almost to the waist. When he bent over, you could get a side view of his chest, nipples and stomach, and a look at the waistband of the Spongebob boxers he was wearing. I went out to watch him and to talk to him.

    “Washing your car,” I said, admiring a drop of sweat on the end of his nose.
    “Yeah. Prom is tonight. I can’t wait.” He blew the drop away.
    “Got a hot date?”
    “My girlfriend, Katie. We’ve been dating for a couple of months now.”
    “That’s cool.” We continued our conversation for awhile…where prom was, what color was his tux, the great restaurant he’d chosen for their dinner. I enjoyed catching glimpses of his hot, sweaty body. Finally, I said, “Well, sounds like you have all the bases covered and you’ve gone to a lot of work. I hope she,” I paused for effect, then added with a knowing smile, “shows you some appreciation.”

    He smiled, understanding that I meant that I hoped he would get some action, and replied, “I hope she does, too.”
    Later that evening I heard some commotion next door and went outside to look. Nick and his date were posing for pictures. He looked hot in a white Tux, also. I envied the girl. Nick opened the door for her, shut it and looked over at me. I gave him a “thumbs-up” which he returned, a huge smile on his face.

    I could hardly sleep that night, imaging her hands sliding all over his hot body. I was up early the next morning moving the sprinkler when Nick arrived home. He looked tired, and his hair was mussed. His tie was off and his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. I called him over.

    “How’d it go?” I asked. “Did she…appreciate your efforts?”

    A huge grin broke out across his face. “Three times—once starting at that corner over there while we were just leaving here. Turns out these rental pants don’t have a pocket. She reached in and started the night off right. Good thing my coat was long and it was dark at Prom. Could have been real embarrassing.” He pulled the coat aside showing a huge stain on the front of his pants, a large splotch near the waistband. “Kleenex didn’t quite clean up my…err…mess. I told her that I was close….but she kept on going.” He smiled, remembering, “‘Course I wasn’t working real hard to stop her, either. At dinner, she came back from the bathroom and handed me her panties. So I was pretty much hard the rest of the night thinking about her without panties on. She kept feeling me up, too. Then, after the dance we went to the after prom party, then we went out for breakfast. On the way to breakfast, she reached over, unzipped my pants, took me out, and sucked while I drove. Then, after breakfast we parked, she pulled my pants down, her skirt up, and then climbed on. What a great night.”

    Even at 25 I admired an 18 year-old’s ability to get going again and again. “First time that happened with her?” I asked.

    “Yeah. It was awesome.”

    I couldn’t believe he was telling me all this—suddenly we’re best friends? Then I decided he was 18 and had to tell someone. Suddenly he looked at me and said, “You won’t tell my parents, will you?”

    “Of course not. None of their business.”

    After that, Nick and I became closer. We’d chat if he were out mowing the lawn, or after he came home from practice. For some reason he always told me about his sexual experiences—at the lake, in the lake, on the 50-yard line. He finally confided in me that he really wanted to do it in a shower but couldn’t find one to use.

    “Well,” I said, “you could use mine if you wanted. I’ll be out of town on Saturday afternoon, but will be back that night around 6:00. If you went before that….but you couldn’t tell anyone, either. If you get caught, you snuck in.”

    “Dude, that would be awesome. I wonder if Katie will go for it.”

    I showed him where the extra key was in the garage. Then added, “This will cost you a lawn mowing or something.”

    “Small price to pay. Deal.”

    I returned home that Saturday evening to discover my shower was wet on the inside and had obviously been used. Immediately I popped wood thinking about what had been done and who had done it in my shower. Right then, I noticed in the trash can not one but two used condoms. You can imagine my reaction.

    I could hardly sleep that night…all I could think about was that sexy, virile boy next door, naked, having sex in my shower. I got up Sunday morning and was reading the paper when I heard a lawn mower. Nick was outside my house, shirtless, mowing my yard. I couldn’t help myself. I stood in the window and watched the show. It was a hot morning, and soon Nick was sweating, his body slick and shiny in the morning sun. He was wearing a pair of yellow basketball shorts that stuck to his upper ass like skin and then drooped away from his legs. His old tennis shoes and ankle socks completed his outfit. I wasn’t sure, but I think he knew I was watching. Still, I couldn’t tear my eyes off this Adonis in my yard. Suddenly, he was done and was walking up to the house. I had a raging hard-on so quickly poured a glass of water for him and sat down at the table. I waved him into the kitchen.

    Seeing him up close was experiencing perfect masculinity. As I looked him up and down, I suddenly realized that he wasn’t wearing underwear—I could make out the shape of his cockhead in his shorts. It looked thick and meaty. Next, I caught a whiff of his odor. It was a perfectly masculine scent…a little musky…but a total turn-on. His slick chest was as defined as ever, and his nipples, in the cool air conditioned room, quickly got hard. The shorts were hanging so low that the “V” was almost totally exposed, and I was sure that if they went down an eighth-inch further, I would be able to see his pubes. I wanted to touch him, to taste him, to lick him, to drink him in. I marveled at him as he crossed the room. A true athlete, he walked mostly on his toes, his legs coiled springs, dusted with fine blonde hair…not too much at all. I wanted to rub his legs, his arms, his armpits, his chest, back, ass, cock. I wanted to give him a bath with my tongue, but would have settled for a quick grope. I knew none of this was to be.

    “Did you like watching me mow?” he asked with a sly smile.

    I stopped staring at his waist and looked him in his beautiful blue eyes.

    “I…errr…enjoyed seeing my grass cut itself. How was the shower?”

    “Fucking awesome. Thanks. I fucked her once up against the back wall, and the second time I was laying down and she straddled me. Any chance I can use it again?”

    “Anytime you want.”

    “Thanks. Dude, you are awesome.” As he said this, he rotated his right arm in a full circle and grimaced a little in pain. The flash of downy armpit hair as he did this was enough to reinforce my hard cock.

    “What’s the matter? Your arm hurt?”

    “Yeah,” he said. “Baseball pitching does that after a couple of months.”

    “I took a couple of athletic training classes in college. Want me to work on it?” I said this hoping, praying he would say yes and not run away.

    He was silent for a moment, seemed to weigh me up, and then said, “Sure. What can it hurt?”

    I had him pull his chair up in front of mine and face away from me, straddling the chair, leaning forward over the chair back. I could then stand up without him seeing my boner. Tentatively, I touched his shoulder. His skin was softer and smoother than the finest silk I’d ever touched. Under the surface I could feel solid muscles, and could sense the strength within him. I went to work on his shoulder and arm, massaging all around and working it. After about 15 minutes (during which time I resisted over and over the urge to put my hand in his lap) I asked if it was better. He said it was a lot better and he thanked me for my help. “Anytime you want it, just stop over,” I replied.

    He turned in his chair as I was sitting down, but I saw his eyes on my crotch. I was worried he’d seen my hard cock until I looked at his crotch and could tell he was fully hard, also. His eyes followed mine and he looked at his crotch, and then laughed nervously.

    “No big deal,” I said. “Our secret.”

    “Thanks,” he said. “I gotta go.” And he left. I couldn’t help stare at the mammoth tent pole holding his shorts out in front of him. I wanted it, but watched it turn away from me, his perfect looking ass swaying a little as he walked to, and out, the door.

    I thought he was gone for good. I cried myself to sleep that night. Needless to say I was surprised when he knocked on my door the next night after practice. He wanted another massage.

    This time, he came in and peeled off his shirt. I marveled again at his perfect physique: the smooth skin, the trickle of hair from his belly button into his pants. He swung his chair around and plunked down in it. I went to work on his shoulder and arm again, letting my hand drift this time into his armpit…the hair there was not too thick, but was softer than any hair I’d felt before on anyone. I let my fingers linger there a little, playing and went back to work, revisiting that area time and again. As I worked, he told me of his date the previous night, of the way he’d eaten Katie’s pussy, tickling it with the little patch of beard on his chin. He spoke with great detail of the sex they’d had and, in telling this tale, had an excuse for the raging hard-ons that we both had.

    Graduation came and went; Nick learned that he’d been selected for our state’s all-star football game. Summer baseball took off, and Nick was over almost daily for a massage for his arm. I progressed in my touching of him to include the rest of his back, and reaching through his pits and over his shoulders to rub his pecs. His nipples were always hard. During every massage he told me tales of sex that he’d had, every massage we were both rock-hard. Because his sex stories were always about Katie, I figured that he was 100% straight. I didn’t want to lose the opportunities I had to touch him, to feel him, to caress him, so I never went too far. But I was about to explode.

    One day, he came over, upset. He and Katie had broken up. Never had it been so difficult to act sad in my life. Inside I was crying out with joy. I’d really grown to like Nick a lot, and, hearing the sometimes reckless things that Katie did, I knew that she wasn’t the best thing for him. I wanted him to be more of a home body…and spend more time with me. This might happen now. Plus, a lack of sex can make an 18 year-old boy crazy.

    Soon it was time for the big all-star football game. About a week before he left for the 2-week long team practice sessions, he asked if I could do him a favor. His parents were leaving from the game (which was played 2 hours away in the state capitol) and flying to some city for vacation. Nick didn’t want to go with them. He asked if I could bring him home, watch over him for a few days so his parents would relax and not make him go and he could stay home and play baseball. I readily agreed.

    The day for the game came, and I saw Nick’s parents in the bleachers. They thanked me for helping out with their son. Nick played most of the game at cornerback, delivering some terrific hits. After the game, he came out, dressed in a tight polo shirt from Hollister, a pair of baggy cargo shorts, and his grey tennis shoes with ankle socks. His hair, still wet from the shower, was brushed into little clumps on his forehead. He’d never looked so incredibly sexy to me. And to think, we were going to be in a car together for 2 hours. Nick hugged his parents, and then came with me to my car. We set off. I asked if he was hungry, and he said he was. We stopped at a restaurant. Sitting in the booth, talking about the 2 weeks he’d had, I suddenly felt Nick’s lightly fuzzy leg on mine. We were both in shorts, and his leg felt hard and soft at the same time. I wasn’t about to move my leg, and realized that he wasn’t either. We ate dinner, our legs always touching. Sometimes he moved his a little, rubbing mine, but the contact was only broken when he went to the bathroom. When he returned, he put his leg on mine again. Needless to say I was full-hard the entire meal. After I paid, Nick looked me in the eye and asked, earnestly, “Are you hard right now?” This was our first talk of anything sexual since we’d gotten in the car, and it kind of took me by surprise. I looked at him, debated lying to him—decided against it.

    “Yes,” I responded.

    I felt his leg pull away from mine. “Me too,” he admitted quietly.

    The car was filled with uncomfortable silence for most of the rest of the trip. As we were arriving in our town, Nick said that his entire body was starting to stiffen up from the game, from all the hits. I offered to give him a full-body rub down. He just looked at me. I added, “Nick, don’t worry about being hard. I won’t tell. It is a natural reaction when someone is touching you.” He still hesitated, and then said, “Ok.”

    When we got home, we came into my house. Nick had really stiffened up by this time. I had Nick come into my bedroom, to use the bed. I told him to undress down to his boxers. He flinched as he began to take off his shirt, so I decided I’d help him. I slid my hands up his firm, smooth torso, and just had him raise his arms over his head. I could smell his Right Guard as I sniffed in his scent, nearly licking his hairless chest, running my fingers through his pits. Next, I knelt down in front of him, untied each shoe and slipped it off. I held his legs as I did this, my first time really touching them with my hands. The light blonde hair on his tan legs, thin and wispy, was so soft. No one had hair this soft. I loved the way his ankle socks form-fitted to his feet. I decided to leave them on for now. I was now in front of Nick’s crotch, still kneeling. I looked up at him, and he was trembling, an excited yet nervous smile on his face. I reached forward with my own trembling fingers and unbuckled his belt, then undid the button on his shorts. They were so baggy and loose that they dropped almost off his ass. I tugged gently on them, and he was in only his grey boxers and socks in front of me—his cock already half hard, and I could see it growing, moving, engorging inside the loose cotton fabric. I rubbed his legs, openly watching his cock’s show until he was fully hard, his boxers now in the shape of a tent. We both knew where we were going and neither wanted to stop.

    I had him lie on his stomach on the bed. Using lotion for lubrication, I went to work first on known territory—his shoulders, arms and back, then went down his body to his legs. I loved that soft, soft hair there. I worked down the back of his legs, and the outside of his legs all the way to his feet. Then I came back up, concentrating on the inside of his legs. I pushed his legs a little further apart to give myself better access, looking at the mound that was his ass. I wanted to use it for a pillow. As I came back up his legs, I let my fingers slip into his boxers. I pushed them aside and saw his balls…large, lightly coated in his thin, blonde hair. I let my fingers explore a little more, and then brush his nuts. He gasped, but did not move. I kept massaging that area, brushing his sack again and again. He moaned, “yesss.”

    “Nick, I think it is time to take off your boxers,” I said, my fingers lightly brushing his nuts.

    He tensed up a little, “Why?”

    “Because they are covering the largest muscle in your body, and you can’t really relax until I massage it.”

    This was it. Either he agreed—and I would take things past the point of no return—or it was over.

    The silence was deafening. Finally he said, “Ok.”

    I began to pull his boxers down. “Wait,” he cried. “They’re….err….stuck.” He reached underneath himself and tugged on the waistband, pulling back from the boxers a little in the process—obviously unhooking his hard cock from the waistband. Then he relaxed. I pulled them the rest of the way off. I held them to my face, drank in his musky man-boy scent, felt his warmth, ran my fingers where his cock had just been, and found a quarter-sized wet spot. I touched that with my tongue, getting a first taste of his saltiness. I looked back at the mounds that were his ass.

    If ever there was an ass that was perfect, it was in front of me now. It was the picture of a bubble butt, high, tight, firm, perky, pert. Smooth and hairless, it was round and beautiful. I reached out, put some lotion on it, and began to rub. I worked that ass, pushing the cheeks apart, discovering a thin layer of his wispy hair in his crack. His hole, pink and perfect, seemed to wink at me. I went to work on one cheek, then the other, letting my fingers spend time deep in his crack, brushing, rubbing, tickling. I finally held both cheeks apart, and let my finger rub his hole. He groaned.

    “Are you glad you let me massage your ass?” I asked.

    “Fuck yes,” he exhaled.

    I began to work a finger into his ass.

    “Oh fuck!” he cried out as I began to finger-bang him. “That feels awesome.”

    I worked the finger around in his ass for a couple of minutes, then, gently smacking his ass, told him to turn over. He seemed nervous to do it.

    “I know you’re rock hard, Nick. So am I. You seem to be enjoying the massage. Just turn over.”

    He did. Let me just say here that his cock was, in a word, magnificent. It stood straight up toward his stomach a full 8 inches, capped by a mushroom crown. His legs, spread apart, allowed his balls to hang down, low and heavy. His cock was surrounded by a bush of his beautiful thin, hair. In this quantity, though, it looked light brown. I loved letting my eyes go up the trail to his belly button and back down again, all the mysteries of my fantasies now answered, and better than I ever imagined. “Wow,” I said admiring his perfect, masculine form.

    Nick, seemingly embarrassed that I saw him fully hard and exposed like this, curled up into a ball and rolled away from me, (showing his ass to me again—not such a bad thing). “Nick,” I said, “you have nothing to be ashamed of. In fact,” I added, “you should be proud. Get back on your back, arms over your head.”
    He looked over his shoulder at me, then rolled back onto his back and spread his body out again. “Relax,” I told him, “or the massage won’t work.” He relaxed, but his breathing showed he was still nervous.

    I helped him lift his arms over his head and began massaging his forearms, then his biceps and triceps. I ran my fingers through his pits before I began to work his chest, rubbing it, and sliding my fingers down his body. I slid my fingers across his stomach and sides lightly, watched him twitch at my touch. My fingers, working his stomach, grazed his cock. He moaned and a glistening drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his cock. I worked my way down his legs, on the outside to his feet, pulled off his socks, and massaged his feet. I paused and looked at his beautiful, perfect nude body. His muscles, defined across his chest, down his arms and legs with their thin, wispy soft hair, his 6 pack with the “V,” his cock, at full attention, drooling precum on his sexy happy trail.

    “My god, you’re beautiful.” I said, loud enough for him to hear.

    He looked at me, swallowed and smiled. “Thanks—you’re not ugly yourself.”

    I went back to work up the insides of his legs, finally arriving at his crotch, massaging under his balls and around the base of his cock where I found that his pubic hair, unlike most which is heavy and wiry, was softer than even the finest cashmere. I finished my massage with my thumbs hooked under his balls and my fingers around the base of his cock.

    “That’s it,” I said, “unless you want something else...massaged.”

    “You’re done?” he asked a hint of panic in his voice.

    “Unless you want something else done.” I knew he would, the pool of precum under his dark red, mushroom shaped cockhead told me so. I just wanted him to ask.

    “Could you massage my….my….err…my cock?”

    “Of course.” I reached out and took hold of it with my hands, impressed at its 8 inch length, its girth such that I could hardly wrap my fingers around it, as well as its hardness. It was like holding a shaft of veiny, throbbing stone. I had only pumped it 6 or 8 times when he cried, “Oh god, I’m getting close!” He was that turned on. I stopped immediately. I wanted this to last for him, for me. I started again, slowly, cupping his balls, kissing the tip, tasting the salty goodness of his man-boy precum. Soon, I had his entire cock in my mouth, then came off it, and said some nonsense about using my tongue for the massage here. He laughed then said, “keep going.” I happily obliged. He kept telling me he was about to cum. Each time I stopped, teasing him, not allowing him to cum, not ready for the event. After the 4th time, he was begging me to let him finish. “I will…eventually. I promise,” I replied.

    After the 7th, 8th and 9th times he was so desperate that I actually had to smack his hand away from his cock to foil his attempts to finish himself. “Please,” he cried, “I haven’t cum in 2 weeks! I’ve been living in a dorm with other guys and haven’t been able to. Please let me cum!”

    I was not swayed by his begging—I was having way too much fun. I told him that for each time he reached down, it would be one more time before I would let him cum. Finally after about 12 times (or was it 13?) I kept going and he went over the edge. “Oh god yes! Oh fuck, fuck yes!” he cried, releasing spurt after spurt of teen-boy-jock-stud jizz. I let the first shot fly up across his chest, a few drops getting caught in his fuzzy beard. I then clamped my mouth over his cock, using my tongue and sucking every drop of boy milk out of him I could. I loved his taste, his scent his voice as it cried out, the way every muscle in his body was tense.

    When the last drop came out of him, I licked around his cockhead, then let his cock drop out of my mouth. I watched his torso, heaving with his deep breaths, his arms and legs shaking with after-shocks. I licked up his trail of cum, found my way to his mouth. We kissed, his tongue probing my mouth, tasting himself.
    After he calmed down he said, “That was the best ever. God I haven’t cum since before I went to camp two weeks ago. Although after that, I don’t think I’ve ever really cum before. That was awesome. Thanks for making me wait. That was the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had. Oh fuck, thank you.” He sighed. Then he got a twinkle in his eye, one that showed a naughty thought. “That massage was awesome. You really covered all the bases. I feel like I need to show you some….appreciation. Let’s get you out of your clothes. I feel silly being the only naked one.”

    “If you do this to me, you’ll ruin your relaxed muscles. I’ll probably have to start all over again,” I said.

    “That’s life,” he replied. “You gotta do what you gotta do. Then I’ll probably feel guilty and want to appreciate your efforts again. This could go on all night. This could go on until my parents get home.”

    I looked at him, his beautiful, smiling face, so earnest, so eager so hopeful. I gazed lovingly into his eyes, took in every detail of his face: his long eyelashes, his fuzzy stubble along his jaw line, the 2 drops of cum caught in his beard. I smiled back at him. “Well, if it is going to take that long, we’d better get started.” I kicked off my shoes.

    “Lay back,” he ordered, a dirty smile on his face, his cock already getting hard again.

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    excellent story!
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    Great story keep writing. I have to take care of something now. thanks.

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    OMG!!! Dude, that was so hot! You had me hard and now I have to go take care of business. Please, write more!

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    Wonderful story. It was nice how you slowly built up they're relationship like that, especially from the main character not even noticing Nick existed. This story was both hot and a reminder that anything is possible, that nothing is ever for certain, and that looks can be decieving. .

    P.S. How'd ya know I have a thing for hot, muscular, popular, smart, athletic (in other words, perfect) blond haired, blue eyed boys. My favorite, mmmmm

    Great writing,
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    Wwwoooowww I Loved It
    I Got Hard And And Pre-cum All Over My Cock
    It Was Great
    Except I Left My Cock Alone And Didn't Bother To Wank It
    But I Loved Your Story...

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    That was a great start, Nick is seriously hot and, as Chris noted above, the build up to the last scene was both exciting and well-written.

    I hope there is more to come? Thanks for this installment!
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    OMG! You teased us just like he teased his cock. Explosion time!

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    great story................

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    Thanks!! Wonderful story! I wouldn't have thought it was your first... er story, I mean, lol!
    Certainly more please
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    OH WOW!
    that had to have been one of the hottest, most well written stories I've read in awhile. you had me rock hard throughout.
    you have to continue this one.

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    wow that was great, a definite cock jerker lol

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    Thats an awesome story!!!!

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    hot. hot. hot. u got my cum. the stys great 2.
    thanx loads.

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    I'm glad that so many like the story. While I had not planned on a sequel...I will start working on one. I have an idea or two.

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    Wow! Great story and writing. And the way he reciprocated made me wonder if he hadnt been sizing you up for a long time and that he had a few stataies of his own. I bet he will visit you every vacation home from college for old times sake. At least that could give you some more writing material.

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    Please, a sequel. That was amazingly hot!

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    This story was absolutely GREAT......I had a puddle of pre cum in my belly button
    after I read it and it took very little to finish the job.
    I have thought it during the day and I get hard every time.
    I hope you continue with the next step as out young stud works on his neighbor.

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    Great start to this story. Looking forward to reading more.

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    Ok guys...I hope I didn't rush this too much. Here is the second chapter of my story. I hope you don't mind the delay, but I really want to be sure the story is good before I post it.

    BTW, if anyone out there wants to audition with me for the part of Nick, just let me know.

    Without further ado, here it is. Again, this is entirely fictional. Any resemblance in whole or in part to any living person is coincidental.


    * * * * *
    Part II


    “I’ll undress you…it is only fair,” stated Nick. With that, he pulled my socks off, then got on his knees, (his hard cock pointing out from his body), knelt next to me and gave me an appraising look seemingly to determine the best way to remove my clothes. I was wearing a polo shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. While he looked at me, I couldn’t resist playing with his hard shaft, causing him to take a deep breath and close his eyes, enjoying the fondling. My eyes, meanwhile, took in his god-like form…his abs with the V and light treasure trail, his pecs, his veiny biceps, his powerful calves and thighs, covered in light fuzz. After a several seconds, Nick straddled my waist, leaned forward, grabbed me by my shirt, and lifted me up to his mouth for a full kiss. Our tongues began to dance. Slowly and with many small kisses we broke apart, and Nick pulled my shirt off.

    He descended to my nipples, then licked his way down my stomach to my waist. There he untied my shorts, stopping when he noticed how wet my shorts were due to the precum that had basically been flowing free from my cock for the past hour. “Pretty turned on, huh?” he grinned.

    “Yeah.”

    “Don’t worry. I’ll let you cum. Eventually.” There was that wicked smile again, a smile that I returned. “Now I get my turn to make you writhe on the edge of ecstasy.”

    “I don’t know how much I’ll writhe, Nick. I’m so turned on that I’ll probably cum if you just look at my cock. You really have no idea how turned on I am right now.”

    He opened my shorts and gazed, smiling at the vast wet spot on my white boxer briefs. “I have a pretty good idea.” He gently squeezed the tip of my cock through my underwear 2 times, causing me to gasp in pleasure. “Now relax. Don’t cum too soon. You want this to last as much as I do.”

    I had to agree with him there. I did. Nick pulled my underwear down and off, causing my hard cock to snap back against my stomach, and tossed my boxer-briefs across the room. He looked down at me, and licked his lips hungrily. Then he straddled my waist again and leaned forward, humping me so that his cock and mine were rubbing against each other as he began to kiss me. I tensed up, using all my ability to stop my impending orgasm. Nick, sensing the building explosion within me, held his body very still, his face next to mine, his soul patch tickling my neck. “Hold on if you can,” he whispered in my ear. “Please, for me. I want you to enjoy this.” Who could resist that? It took all my willpower, but I held on.

    After about 20 seconds, I could feel the orgasm beginning to recede. Throughout the entire time, Nick laid on top of me, his hard, yet smooth, soft, warm body pressing into mine, his breath gentle in my ear. “There,” he said softly, “that’s better, cowboy. Calm down a little. It will happen. Just not yet.”

    “Nick,” I said, “I’ve been fantasizing about you for months. I’ve probably shot about a gallon of cum thinking about you. Now I am finally with you. I’ve touched you in places I’ve only dreamed about. I have never been happier or more turned on in my entire life. I don’t want this to go fast, either, but please understand if it does.”

    A genuine, loving smile appeared on his face. I could see in his eyes a tender understanding, that he was really concerned that my first time with him be a wonderful experience. “Trust me, I understand. I just want you to take as much pleasure from me as I received from you.”

    I smiled back at him. We kissed again, deeply.

    After 30 seconds, he said, “Lay back, relax. Let me know when you are getting close.” He began to kiss down my body. Stopping at my nipples, then my stomach, then he kissed under my balls and around my legs. Finally, he moved his mouth over my cock. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and looked me in the eye. Slowly, he lowered his mouth over my cock, never breaking eye contact. His blue eyes were so beautiful, so concerned for my happiness, my reaction to what he was doing. I could feel his hot breath on my cockhead. He would touch my cock any second. I was so hard that I ached. I held my breath in anticipation. Suddenly, he pulled his head back, and closed his mouth.

    “Jesus!” I cried. “Please!”

    He just got his dirty smile again, and repeated the process, this time licking the tip of my cock before pulling away. It was a good thing he pulled away, too, as I nearly came again. Nick waited for me to calm down again by moving up and kissing me on my lips again. After 30 seconds or so, he went back down to my cock, and this time took the whole thing in his mouth.

    I find it hard to find words to describe the sensation that he gave me. Certainly a blow job is always good, but Nick’s mouth was so hot, slippery and velvety. His tongue knew what it was doing, and my balls loved being brushed by his fuzzy soul patch beard. He was so careful, asking time and again if I liked what he was doing (YES!), being sure to lick me along the ridge under my cockhead, zip his tongue across the very tip of my dick, caress my nuts, and tell me how much he loved my cock. Nick pulled off each time he sensed I was getting close. Time and time again, he brought me to the edge of climax and then pulled away, leaving me to moan, gasp, whimper, and yes, writhe in pleasure denied.

    After what seemed like forever, he finally said, “I think we’ve had enough play. It’s time for you to finish what we’ve started.” He put his mouth on my cock, and began to suck. Up and down his mouth went, faster and faster. Fifteen seconds in, I was nearing the edge. Nick’s eyes bore into mine. We were becoming one being.

    I exploded. Months of pent up sexual focus exited my body through the tip of my hard, throbbing cock. I shot my massive load into his mouth, and he tried to take every last drop. Spurt after spurt I shot, an inhuman groan of pure ecstasy filling the room. I continued to stare him in the eyes, so sexy, so hot. A trickle of cum leaked out of the corner of his mouth and ran down onto his chin. The rest apparently swallowed. All the time, his beautiful, blue eyes were fixed on mine.

    Nick thoroughly cleaned my cockhead with his tongue, and then moved up my body to kiss me full on the lips. We made out for probably 5 minutes, our tongues mingling gently, him laying on top of me, pressing into me, humping me gently, and grinding into me, his hard cock causing mine to stand at attention again. My hands explored his body, his arms, his back, his armpits, his ass. His hand found our cocks, held them together, jacking both at the same time as best he could.

    His phone rang. He slowly pulled back. “I have to take this call…it’s my mom…probably to tell me they are there and to be sure I’m home safe.” He crawled to the edge of the bed, and, still on his knees on the bed, reached down to his discarded shorts on the ground. The effect of this was thrilling, seeing his hot body stretch like that, so lithe, muscular, sexy. His ass crack opened wide, revealing his hot hole surrounded by the lightest of fuzz, his balls hung down between his legs, and his rock-hard cock jutted out in front of him as his hands reached the floor.

    He returned to the pillows, and laid back down.

    “Hi, Mom. Yeah….yeah….we made it back about 2 hours ago. Yup. We stopped and got something to eat before we really got started…Yes…Yeah, as a matter of fact, I have eaten since getting home….yeah…he makes this great,” the dirty smile reappeared, “sausage gravy, and the portion was huge.” I had to chuckle. Some of that “sausage gravy” was still caught on his chin in his fuzzy soul patch. As Nick continued his conversation, I slid my hands down his body, fiddling with his cock and balls, running my fingers through his downy soft pubic hair. I began to kiss down his body. I nuzzled his cock, kissed its tip, and then took it into my mouth. This made Nick’s conversation, and cock, a little harder.

    “How was your flIGHT?” he asked, his beautiful eyes locked on mine again, a look of playful disapproval on his face. “Great…Great…ooohhhhh that’s awesome.” He said this looking at me, so I knew where that comment was really directed. I kept going. His breathing grew heavier. “Look, I gotta GO! I have a baseball game toMORROW…..No, I’m FINE, really! Love you…BYE!”

    He hung up. “Oh my GOD that is awesome. Suck my cock! Lick it…eat my balls.” I came off his cock and obliged. I knelt between his legs, pushed his feet up, bending his legs at the knees, then spread his legs wide, his cock and balls now totally exposed to my ministrations. I blew gently on the wispy hair on his inner thighs, gently rubbed the spot below his balls. I went back on his cock, worked a finger into his tight ass.

    “Let me suck your cock,” he called out. I swung my legs around, put one knee on each side of his face, let my balls dangle onto his fuzzy beard patch before he sucked my cock into his mouth. While sucking, he worked a bony finger into my ass—one of the same fingers I had imagined girls liking. If they did like it, I knew why. He could fingerbang like a pro. We lay there, in the 69 position, fingers working each other’s asses, for about 5 more minutes before we both came, shooting tremendous loads. I was able to take his entire load, but my cock came out of his mouth after the first shot, and I came all over his face.

    After I calmed down, I flipped around, settled in next to him so I could lie on my side, face him, and stare into his eyes. He was positively covered in cum, but was smiling in a way that told me he’d never been happier than he was now. What an incredible feeling to see the sexiest, most wonderful person I’d ever met covered in my cum and happy about it. We began to kiss. I’d explore his face, kiss a bit of cum into my mouth, and then share it with him. We continued this for about 15 minutes before settling down and just staring at each other.

    “I love you,” he broke the silence. “I’ve never felt happier or more fulfilled in my whole life.”

    “The feeling is mutual Nick,” I replied, “I have loved you now for months. I adore you. I never want you to leave.”

    We continued to stare at each other, nuzzling, cuddling, kissing. I watched him drop off to sleep, safe in my arms. I fell asleep safe in his.

    The next morning we awoke, limbs entwined, and had another 69 session. This one finished a little less messily for Nick, and it took a little longer as we were more used to each other, but was mind-blowing nonetheless. We lounged in bed, sharing secrets, touching, wrestling lightly, and playing with each other until early afternoon. Our focus seemed to be constant body contact. I gave him another slow handjob, and he returned the favor. Finally, Nick said he had to go get ready for the baseball game. He got up, stumbled around sexily, his smooth body lithe and limber, his hair messy, and got dressed. I loved when he pulled up his boxers the way his cock flipped up and then settled down into his pants. He kissed me goodbye and headed for his house. 20 minutes later he was in his car, pulling out of the driveway.

    I went to the game that evening, Nick was catching. I’d told him that morning how hot I thought he looked in his baseball uniform, how I never saw him look sexier than when he was smeared in sweat and dirt from a game. His first time up to bat he hit a double, sliding into second (he probably could have gone in standing up), he stood up, looked at me, and smiled, gesturing with both hands at his now filthy uniform, not brushing himself off. After crossing home plate, he wiped sweat off his face with his dirty hand, leaving a smear of dirt on his eye-blacked face.

    The feeling of joy inside me grew. I knew that this guy loved me, wanted me to be happy. And the feeling was mutual.

    All during the game, I kept imagining what it would be like later that evening, when we’d gotten home. I had some new things I wanted to try with Nick, and I hoped he’d be willing to go along.

    After the game, (he had a great game, went 3-4 with 4 RBI) I went toward the dugout, but Nick met me out in front of it. “We have a team get-together tonight at Allen’s house,” he told me. “Maybe I’ll see you later tonight? Maybe tomorrow?”

    I was stunned, shocked. I felt as though I’d been punched in the stomach. “Yeah, sure,” I replied, “I’ll be at home.” I went to my car, got in, and felt as though I would die. I drove the five minutes home in shock. I went into my house and sat in my chair. Ten minutes later, the door opened, and I heard scratching footfalls crossing my tiled kitchen floor. Suddenly, Nick appeared in the entrance to my living room.

    He walked to the middle of the room, stopped and looked at me. As hurt and angry as I was, I was taken aback by how hot he was. He was wearing his entire baseball uniform still, from his hat to his cleats. He had sweat dripping down his forehead; beads of sweat on his dirty face, his veiny arms were smeared in sweaty mud. He stood with his weight on one leg, a slight bend in the other, the tip of his glove resting on the thigh of his bent leg. Suddenly, he spoke. His voice was gentle.

    “I’ll never lie to you, unless it is about a present for you or a surprise like this. I wanted to give you something and wanted it to be a surprise.” My spirits lifted considerably. He continued, “You told me how much you liked seeing me in my uniform looking like I’d played a game. Well, I got extra dirty for you tonight. Then, I did 50 crunches and 50 push-ups in the garage where it’s extra hot to get the sweat going again. And now, I’m here. There was no team party. I just wanted to surprise you, to give you a gift.”

    I looked at him, now salivating over the sexy man-child standing in front of me. “I’m intrigued. What is the gift?”

    He looked down at the floor, kicked at some imaginary dirt, then looked back up at me, an innocent look on his face.

    He licked the sweat off his upper lip. “Me. Do whatever you want.”

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    Wow. That was a really good. Keep it up (pun intended)


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    Another grand chapter, I am REALLY excited about the next installment. Wow, what a gift, wish I could get a gift like that , oh what a day that'd be. Sadly, fate is not that kind to me .

    Keep up magnificently inspired writing,
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    You've got a really sexy story going here. I hope you'll take your own last line to heart and "Do whatever you want" with this story, except end it. And one piece of advice: Don't rush it. Write slowly and carefully so we can linger over the sex to cum and enjoy the teasing. You've got a real nice touch.
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    An amazing follow-up to the first part. "Do whatever you want ...." Nick certainly extended an open invitation with that line ... can't wait to read more.

    Thank you for the second chapter.
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    Wow!! What a chapter! & now "Do whatever you want" .... What an invitation!!
    Thank you, More please!
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    All I can do is echo what everyone else has said. You have excellent writing skills! I like the way you closed this chapter and I'm looking forward to the next.


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    love the story...keep it up....

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    again I have to give you props.
    another great installment
    mmm and the last line.... *shudders* H-O-T!!!
    you are amazing.
    can't wait for the next one.

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    Again, thanks everyone for the encouragement. I am starting to work on the next installment. So many possibilities...

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    This story has my cock rock hard and my heart beating at a million mph. Good story.

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    I just read the two chapters and as everyone else has said, they were great. Keep writing and posting. Thanks for a great read.
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    your story is fantastic.....one of the best I have read on JUB! Keep up the good work!

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    Don't make us wait to long!

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    Part 3. Sorry it took so long. I'll try to get part 4 out faster, but I do want to edit and revise. I don't want to rush.

    Thanks for the comments. Keep them coming.

    As always, this is entirely fiction.

    * * * * * *

    Part III

    “Anything I want?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.

    “Yes,” he said softly.

    “Anything? That’s a lot of stuff.”

    He swallowed nervously, “Yes. Whatever brings you pleasure. I get so turned on when you are turned on. Plus, I owe you for all those massages.”

    “Hmmm.” I caught a whiff of dirty-sweaty-jock-boy, the most masculine odor I’d ever smelled. He positively reeked of hot teen boy. Standing up, I licked my lips unconsciously while I drank in the view of this hot 18 year-old stud.

    I walked over to him, ran the back of my forefinger up along his arm from his baseball glove to the bottom of his uniform sleeve, then back down. I slid my finger around on the back side of his arm, slid my finger into his glove, pressing it into his palm. I leaned forward, drank in his smell: fresh, dirty boy sweat. I moved my hand to his pecs, felt their hardness through his damp, filthy uniform top. I leaned in closer, licked the nape of his neck, tasted the salty sweat there. He lifted his chin as I drew my tongue across the base of his neck, along the top of his jersey. I finished on the other side, worked my way up, and nibbled his earlobe. I couldn’t help thinking about the fact that his parents would be gone for another 9 days…he was all mine until they returned home. Already I knew I was calling in sick the next day at work. It isn’t every day that one gets total control of a hot teenaged boy in his game-dirtied baseball uniform, and I had a lot of “anythings” running through my mind.

    “Are you wearing your cup?” I asked thinking about possibilities.

    “Yes.”

    I knocked gently on the hard plastic. “That could get uncomfortable,” I teased.

    “What do you mean ‘could get’?” he smiled. “It’s been ‘uncomfortable’ since I talked to you after the game. But,” he added, “I wanted to give you my full uniform for your enjoyment. While I’d love to be released from the cup, I understand if you want to make me wait.”

    I smiled at him, and knocked again for good measure. I unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt, then the third. I told him to go through a pitching motion for me. I loved the way his arms flexed as he did this, his shirt falling open enough for me to catch a glimpse of his nipple. I stood back, had him turn around, marveling at the way his uniform clung to his body. I put my hands on him, felt his strong, wiry muscles beneath his sweaty, dirty uniform. I stopped him while he was facing away from me, licked the back of his neck, inhaled his scent deeply again, and slid my hands down his abs to his crotch. There, I grabbed his cup, slid it up and down over his rock hard cock. At the same time, I ground my hard cock into his ass. Nick groaned.

    I turned him back around, unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, untucked it, and pushed it back on his shoulders to expose his muscular chest. I drank in the sight of his totally smooth torso, his defined abdominals, his navel, the thin line of hair that ran down from there into his pants. I traced my fingers from his waist, up his sides, into his armpits and back down again. I dropped to my knees, and licked the V on his stomach down to his waistband first from his right side, then his left. For the first time I noticed veins standing slightly out on his ripped stomach muscles. I loved how his body trembled as I gently drew my tongue across his belly. Once in the middle, I licked up his happy trail, let my tongue linger in his belly button, and then traced each of his abdominal muscles as I moved up his body. I licked first his left nipple, sucking it in my mouth, gently nibbling. Then, I repeated the process with his right one. Next, I lifted his right arm, put his hand behind his head and dove into his armpit for a few licks on that side before repeating the process on the left side. Again I was left in wonder at the hair in his armpits, so smooth and silky. I nuzzled it with my nose, enjoying the softness on my face. Through this entire process, Nick serenaded me with a chorus of moans of pleasure.

    I stood up, took in the sight of him standing with his hands behind his head, his beautiful body at attention, downy armpit hair fuzzy and visible, told him to stay where he was, went and changed into a pair of loose gym shorts. My cock was so hard it hurt, and I needed release from my boxer-briefs. I came back; my cock forming a huge tent-pole in the loose shorts. I winked at him and said, “No sense in both of us being uncomfortable.”

    He responded with a smile and a look that seemed to be playfully flipping me off, hands still behind his head. I used his exposed position to my advantage, rubbing his body up and down again with my hands. I tickled him gently, enjoyed seeing his muscles tense up as he giggled and jerked away, and then brought himself back for more. Through all this his hands stayed locked behind his head.

    “Get down on the floor,” I ordered, “on your back, and do 50 crunches for me.

    He dropped immediately, took off his glove, crossed his arms over his chest and began the crunches. I knelt beside him, felt his abs as they worked and flexed, enjoyed seeing the definition that came about. I knew that before the night was over, I had to see what his abs looked like while fucking.

    When he finished his crunches, I had him stand up. I licked his chest and arms again, this time unbuckling the belt on his game pants. I took his shirt the rest of the way off, feeling his torso as I did so. “Now, do 50 push-ups.” He dropped and complied, and I loved seeing his arms flex with each repetition, the muscles on his back as they moved rhythmically, feeling the hardness of all his muscles as I slid my hands all over his soft, soft skin. I then had him stand up again, and go through the pitching motion again, this time able to see all of his muscles working together in concert to deliver what would probably have been an 87 mph fastball.

    I knelt down in front of him again, untied his cleats, and loosened the laces so that his feet slipped out of them. He wore high socks that went up to just under his knees where they met his knickers-style baseball pants. I reached up and pulled each sock down, sliding it off his foot. Then I ran my hand up each leg to fluff up the light wispy hair that was matted down. His hair was so soft everywhere…I just couldn’t get enough of it. I took my cock out, rubbed it along his leg, enjoyed the soft sensation, left a thin trail of precum, and then put it away again.

    His pants had 2 snaps. I unsnapped both, and then opened the zipper. I could see his sliding shorts, a cup tucked in the pouch in front. I slid his pants down, and had him pitch again, marveling at how his thighs flexed as he went through the motion. I rubbed his thighs, had him flex them while licked in the valley this formed on the front of his leg, enjoyed the hair there more than I probably should have. I then reached up, and gently worked the cup out of the shorts.

    Immediately, I knew why he’d been uncomfortable. His rock-hard cock was bigger than the cup. I leaned forward, inhaled deeply. Nothing prepared me for the sheer eroticism that was the odor I encountered. He smelled like a man should, and he smelled like sex at the same time. I literally swooned and nearly came. I rubbed my nose against the satiny fabric of his sliding shorts, nuzzling his cock, rubbing up and down the shaft with 2 fingers, tracing the well defined outline of his mushroom cockhead. I had him turn around. I put my hands on his ass, feeling the hardness…knowing that I had to bury my cock inside.

    I spun him around again, pulled his sliding shorts down from the back, enjoyed seeing the front waistband pull down his cock so that it stood straight out, still covered by the stretchy nylon fabric. Lower and lower his cock went, his pubic bush fully exposed to me. I paused now and nuzzled this, also, reveling in its silky softness, sniffing in his sweaty jock boy scent, allowing my tongue to drift out of my mouth and touch the base of his teen cock while my hand rubbed and polished away at his dickhead. This brought forth a fresh moan of approval from my man child. I had him put his arms over his head again, exposing his body to my touch. I spun him around, his cock still trapped in his tight shorts, his ass exposed. I had him stand with his feet shoulder width apart and bend over. I reached through, fondled his balls, his cock and tickled him under his nut sack. I spread his cheeks, saw the damp, wispy hair there and blew gently on his hole. It puckered. I had him stand up and turn around again. I tugged on the legs of his shorts, the waistband slid lower as did his cock. Suddenly, his penis sprang free, smacking hard against his stomach, a drop of precum hitting me in the face and trailing back to his dick.

    I know I’ve said it before but I have to repeat myself here: his cock was perfection. A steel-hard veiny shaft, teased to the very height of arousal waited for me, jutted out in front of him like an arrow. I leaned in, took the mushroom crown in my mouth and began to work it.

    “Oh my god, I’m close!” he cried out. “You turn me on so much…the teasing is amazing…I’m about to cum!”

    Of course I pulled off his cock. He’d been so turned on for so long that being on the edge of orgasm was only natural. I moved under him, took his balls in my mouth. They were so sweaty, so delicious with the boy sweat odor emanating from him. I couldn’t get enough of them. I moved back to his cock, ran my tongue under the crown again, enjoying the taste of sweaty teen jock boy. As he neared an explosion, I pulled off again, leaving him making a squeaking noise because he was again denied release.

    I had him turn around again, spread his legs, and lean forward, bracing his weight on the coffee table. I opened his ass again, blew gently again, then moved in. My tongue touched his hole and he gasped. I loved that tangy, sweaty taste, and he loved the movements of my tongue. Soon he was grinding his ass into my face, and I was loving it. I reached through his legs, and teased his cock some more. He said he was about to cum. I grabbed his nut cup and put it under his cock. I kept working my mouth on his hole, my hand on his cock. He tensed up, made a moaning grunting noise and released about 5 huge shots of boy cream all over and into his nut cup. He collapsed to his knees, then leaned back against me. I supported his weight by holding him under his arms while he caught his breath.

    “Pick up your glove,” I ordered him after he’d recovered a bit. He complied. “Stand up on your knees and hold the glove under your cock.” Again, my wish was his command. I took the nut cup, sloppy with his cum and dipped the tip of his dick into his jizz. Next, I put his cock into the palm of his baseball glove and began to work it around. Every time I drug his now super-sensitive cockhead along the glove he gasped in painful pleasure. “Every baseball glove needs to be rubbed with conditioner, Nick. Wouldn’t you agree?” He nodded and moaned his agreement.

    When the last of the jizz was rubbed into the glove, he laughed and said “Brandon always borrows my glove when I pitch. He’d die if he knew about this.”

    “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

    Nick turned around and we kissed deeply. Our kiss broke and he nuzzled my face with his nose saying, “Is there anything else you’d like to do with me?”

    “Oh, Nick, we’ve only started.”

    “I was hoping you’d say that.”

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    If this got any hotter I would explode and I don.t see how it could get any hotter. The detail is excellent. It's like being there and yet not. I f only. I don't know if I can stand waiting for what is about to happen. This story can lrave a person in a highly aroused state. This is the most erotic that I have ever read.

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    Quote Originally Posted by xrph1670 View Post
    "He tensed up, made a moaning grunting noise and released about 5 huge shots of boy cream all over.”
    I am sure all of your readers felt just the same way Nick did. Glad you're back. Keep this story (and your readers) cumming.
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    absolutally brilliant! vivid imagery and wonderful detail! I can't wait for more!

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    Here is part 4. It is a bit shorter than usual...I was writing a transition to the next part and kind of got carried away... Anyway, the transition took place and you can see where we're going. I hope you like how we got there.

    I'll start working on the next part soon. Hopefully it will be up before too long.

    As always, this is, unfortunately for me, pure fiction.

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    Part IV

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    And now I'll actually post the update.



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    Part IV

    I pulled him down on the floor on top of me, all 175 lbs of his hot, sweaty, hard body pressing into mine. My hands couldn’t stop sliding up and down his back and arms as we kissed deeply, passionately. His tuft of soft beard rubbed my chin as we shamelessly made out. Our tongues met, caressed, danced, and became very familiar with the inside of the other’s mouth. I loved the feeling of his weight on top of me, pressing into me. I felt safe, secure. I loved this boy. Soon, his cock was rock-hard again. Nick then slipped it up inside my shorts through the pant leg, pressing it into my cock. Our dicks also began a dance, sliding up against each other. His member felt so hot it almost scalded my cock. At the same time, it felt so hard while the skin was so velvety soft. It was so amazing to have the most personal parts of our bodies sharing the same pair of shorts, and rubbing and caressing each other. As we continued making out, I was drawing closer and closer to release.

    I opened my eyes, studied his face as he continued grinding into me. I marveled at his masculine beauty, the angular, defined jaw coated with a dusting of 2-days-at-age-18-without-shaving beard, his chin with its soft soul patch. I loved the eye black under his eyes, the beads of sweat standing out on his cheeks, the dirt he smeared on his face for me as he crossed home plate, his jock-boy smell, and most of all his beautiful blue-grey eyes, so deep, now staring into mine, showing me that he loved me, that he truly cared for me, that he loved what he was doing, that he’d never been happier in his life, either. This was the most intimate moment I’d ever spent with anyone. He kissed my lips, the tip of my nose, my forehead. He pulled my shirt off, laid back down on me so I could feel his hard, smooth, silky soft torso, his incredible abs in action, and then really began to grind into me in earnest.

    We kissed some more. I certainly had not intended to do this at this point, but I was so committed that I couldn’t stop…didn’t want to stop. Suddenly, I felt my orgasm building in me. I let it go. “OH FUCK!” I shouted. “OH FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I began to shoot my load in my loose shorts. As soon as I began to shoot, he lost all control also, and shot his second load of the night. I could feel its searing heat on my cock and pubic bush. So hot, so erotic. I loved having his cum on me—such a personal, intimate thing, and yet it had never felt more right in my entire life.

    He dropped his head next to mine, still on top of me breathing hard. “I love you so much,” he breathed into my ear. “I love you so much it hurts.”

    “I love you too, Nick. I’ve never, ever, felt this way before.”

    As we kissed again, I could feel the slippery mess inside my shorts beginning to run. He kissed down my torso, grabbed the waistband of my shorts, and pulled down. What was there was about the biggest mess of cum I’d ever seen, covering the entire shaft of my dick, my pubes and running down and under my balls.

    “Oh shit,” he said. “What a mess. Do you want me to…err…clean it up a bit?”

    “That would be great,” I responded.

    Nick dove in with his tongue, beginning in my pubic bush. He had a bit of difficulty there with the amount of hair, but he kept at it, his soft beard brushing my re-hardening cock. When done there, he spread my legs apart and went around my balls, then under them, then back up across them to my cock. He used his tongue like an expert and soon had cleaned all the mess. When he’d finished, he kissed me and gave me some of the cum he’d collected. “I didn’t want you to be left out.”

    “Thanks. I appreciate that, and everything else. This is a hell of a gift, Nick.”

    “Yeah, but it is a selfish gift, I have to admit. I’ve never had more fun in my whole life. So,” he asked, “is there anything else you want to do?”

    I looked at him, smiled. “Nick,” I began slowly, “that last orgasm was the most intense one of my entire life. But, it wasn’t even on my agenda of things to do.”

    He grinned sheepishly, like a boy caught being naughty. “I guess I can keep going, if that is what you want.”

    “Oh yes, it is. One of my “anythings” is that I want to find out is how many times you can cum in 24 hours. And since you have no game tomorrow, and there is no way in hell I’m going to work tomorrow…”

    He looked at me, eyebrows raised in surprise, but smiled his dirty boy smile. “Then I guess we’re at 2. And” he said, looking down at his hard cock and tapping it with his index finger, “I’m pretty sure that I’ve got 3 in me somewhere.”

    I smiled, reached under him, cupped his nuts and said, “I think I may know where it is.”

    I stood up, told him to do the same. Again I took in the beauty of his masculine body, the muscles working in concert. “Follow me,” I said grabbing his cum-slick cock and pulling him toward the bathroom. “You played hard, and after a game you need a bath.”

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    Quote Originally Posted by xrph1670 View Post

    "As we kissed again, I could feel the slippery mess inside my shorts beginning to run. He kissed down my torso, grabbed the waistband of my shorts, and pulled down. What was there was about the biggest mess of cum I’d ever seen, covering the entire shaft of my dick, my pubes and running down and under my balls. . . . He used his tongue like an expert and soon had cleaned all the mess. When he’d finished, he kissed me and gave me some of the cum he’d collected. “I didn’t want you to be left out.”

    Now that was my kind of action. Thanks for getting this chapter out to us so fast, but make sure you pace yourself. We want Nick to make it to then end of this story. If he doesn't, there are going to be a lot of frustrated fans out here in need of serious relief.
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    Hot! Hot! Hot! You could start a fire with that chapter. You are really on a roll.
    Thanks so much,
    Ken

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    I'm working on the update. Should be ready in a couple of days...

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    great story, keep it up!

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    Great story.... Nice read!!!! Keep up the good work.

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    hot hot hot!!!

    just read all the chapters and its amazin, exciting, erotic and filled with so much sexual desire in the air...porn stars would be jealous


    love it!!! ur doing an outstanding job on this story.
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    Part V (I think)

    Sorry it took so long, guys. Hope you like it. As ever, this is entirely fictional.



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    I tugged gently on his cock and led him down the hallway. Presently, I stopped, turned and looked him in the eye. “Have I told you before, Nick, how perfect I think you are: your eyes, your body, your hair, your ass, your penis? Nick, there is nothing about you that doesn’t fit my every fantasy.” With that, I kissed him full on the lips, my fingers tracing up his happy trail up and back down again. I dropped to my knees, sucked his cock into my mouth, cleaned up the remaining cum there.

    I stood up again, licked along his chest. Then I turned him around, put his hands on the wall, kicked his legs apart, and licked down his spine. He pushed his ass back a bit, and my tongue dove back in. We hadn’t even made it down the hall and already I was distracted by this sweaty, dirty man-boy. I kept moving my mouth down until my tongue was lapping at his salty nutsack, and my fingers were buried deep in his ass. Nick’s moans didn’t do much to help me regain my focus on the bathtub, either. After about 5 minutes I spun Nick back around, rubbed my face on his cock and then sucked on his rod again, making it harder than a steel shaft. A couple of minutes later, with Nick moaning and writhing against the wall in pleasure, I pulled off.

    “You could finish, if you wanted,” Nick said almost pleading.

    I licked his cock, which brought forth a fresh groan of pleasure from him. “I could. But I could also tease you unmercifully before you cum.”

    Nick looked a bit shocked. “Yeah, but I’m almost ready right now.”

    I stood up, and stroked his cock lightly with just the tips of my fingers. Nick leaned his head forward put it on my shoulder, almost purring, his knees shaking with the effort of holding his weight under the strain of the pleasure. “Nick, when you get to college, you might read an Italian author named Machiavelli. He said that pain should be inflicted quickly, but pleasure,” I said lightly tracing my index finger around the crown of his cock making him whimper, “should be inflicted slowly.”

    Nick groaned. A drop of pre-cum slid out of his piss slit and began to run down across his cockhead. “You are an expert at inflicting pleasure. I have never felt so good in my life.”

    I pulled on his cock, leading him to the bathroom. I ran water in the tub. While it was filling, I had Nick put his right foot on the side of the tub and lean forward. This exposed his ass, balls and cock to my ever roaming hands. I pushed his ass cheeks apart, brushed my finger up and down his crack. I moved my hand lower and lightly fondled his testicles. I slid my fingers along his cock, wiped the precum off its tip with my finger, then had him suck my finger clean. My hands continued roaming around his body. I couldn’t stop marveling at how soft his skin was and how hard his muscles were underneath that skin.

    Soon the tub was full, and I told him to stand in the water. I grabbed a small cup and scooped water up, then poured it down his chest, I did it again, and poured in on his cock, watching the water stream down and across his balls. I licked the water up, then told him to sit down. He did. I began soaping him up, his arms, hands, and shoulders. I loved feeling his hard muscles, the light fuzzy hair on his forearms. I had him put his hands behind his head, and scrubbed lightly in his beautiful armpits with their perfect hair. I had him lift first his right leg, then his left, each time cleaning his foot, running my fingers between his toes before moving higher and higher up his beautifully, lightly haired calves, and over his knees where he jerked a little when I tickled him there, then up to his inner thighs where I cleaned between his balls and his legs, taking time to carefully finger each one of his nuts. I looked at his perfect erect penis, jutting up out of the water like a thick, one-eyed periscope. I grabbed it, stroked it once, then twice with my soapy, slippery hand. I continued scrubbing his cock for a moment, each stroke came with a twist of my wrist which brought forth new groans of pleasure. I then moved to his back, soaping it down, then on to his chest. His beautiful, smooth chest. I washed each muscle…his pecs, his nipples, each of his abs. I had him lay down in the water. I ran my hands over him rinsing him. Had him get up on his knees and lean backwards, supporting his weight on his hands. This position exposed his genitals to me, his rock hard dick stuck straight out like a flagpole, while leaving him in a position where it was hard to wiggle. I washed his waist line, the “V”, his belly button, the happy trail. I grabbed the shampoo, washed his thin, wispy pubes, really began to stroke his cock. When he was moaning and trying to hump my hand, I stopped. I had him lay back down again. I washed his hair, and gently washed his face. Finally, I had him get back up on his knees, and lean forward resting himself on his elbows. I dove into his asscrack with the soap, my fingers cleaning him there, too—a really deep clean.

    I pulled the plug on the tub, watched the dirty water drain away. I turned the water back on, grabbed the shower head, and rinsed his body—him still on his elbows and knees. When I held the shower head under him and pointed it up at his cock and balls he actually convulsed in pleasure as the gentle fingers of water played on his genitalia. I grabbed the soap, went after his cock again. Again, I brought him to the edge. Again, I stopped, but rinsed him with the shower head making him whimper again in orgasm denied.

    I had him stand up. I dried him gently with my mouth sucking off droplets of water and with a soft, fluffy towel. I then led him to the bedroom. I had him lie down on his stomach and I began my massage like the night before, reveling in his hot body, and all his beauty. I worked my fingers into his ass again.

    Quietly, he moaned.

    “Nick,” I said, “I want to fuck you. Are you okay with that?”

    “Anything you want.”

    “Roll over.”

    He did. I looked again at the perfect picture of male beauty before me. The perfect muscles, hair, cock. I grabbed his ankles, lifted his legs up over my shoulders, and positioned my cock by his ass. I grabbed some lubricant, put it on my dick and his ass, rubbed my cock up and down in his crack. I leaned forward and kissed him. He looked me in the eye, and nodded. I pushed forward, my cockhead easing into his hole. He gasped, swallowed, then nodded again never breaking eye contact. I slowly pushed in, amazed at how hot and tight his ass felt. His ass was so perfect, it was like I’d never had sex before. Here I was fucking the boy of my dreams. I began with long, slow strokes, leaning forward to kiss him. As my orgasm built, I started going faster and faster.

    “Tear my ass apart!” he screamed. “Oh fuck, that feels so good. I love having your cock in me!”

    I fucked him harder, faster, my balls slapping against his ass, his hard cock spewing precum all over the place. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I came, filling him deep inside with my semen.

    On feeling me cum, he screamed “OH FUCK!!!” and shot a huge load across his chest without even touching himself.

    When we had finished, I let my cock pop out of his ass, leaned forward and laid down on top of him.

    “That was amazing, Nick.”

    “You’re telling me. I’ve never felt so sexually satisfied in my life.”

    “Are you telling me that you’re done?” I asked.

    “Hell no. I just about feel as good as I ever have.”

    “Me too.” We kissed. I rolled onto my side, Nick rolled up on his side, also. Our limbs intertwined, we fell asleep.

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    WOW...just WOW. this is amazing.

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    Xrph1670, you are such a good writer. Reading your stories are better than watching porn. If your stories were turned into a TV series... you'll be on primetime. This is definitely one of my favorites!

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    Another great chapter, I am excited to see what else Nick is going to be put through. I'm also interested in reading how many itmes Nick can cum in 24 hrs. That should be quite fascinating .

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    Sooo very good. Please go on. Your style of writing is so very erotic, it certainly works magic on my imagination.

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