Something funny happened in the shower. Part VI
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HenrySeldon
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gay
Part VI
A day later he called and quickly told me not to call him or try to see him. He said he would call in a few days and when he did, he said he couldn’t see me again. He sounded a little upset on the phone, and I just mumbled ‘Ok’.
That was that. Weeks went by and soon it seemed like what I had done with Massimo was a strange dream. I hung out with my friends, worked and waited for the fall. I had no attraction to any other boy, and every girl I liked was unattainable.
In the fall I saw Massimo. He was in my Geography class. The first day he barely acknowledged me and sat away from me. A few times I caught him staring at me, then he would look away. I figured he was mad at me, for some reason I wouldn’t understand. Then one day our class was doing research in the library, and he sat at the same table as me. He looked around and when no one was around he asked me if he could talk to me.
“Sure?”
He explained to me that after our last time together his mother had confronted him. She had heard us all the way from the basement. The squeaking of the bed, moaning and grunting. She didn’t accept the explanation that we were wrestling and finally he ‘admitted’ that I got excited when we wrestled. He put the blame on me! She labelled me eromenos and kinaidos. He explained they were Greek words that meant gay and perverse. He insisted to his mother that it was just wrestling. A few days later when he said he was going to go out, he admitted he planned on visiting me to watch a movie. His mother exploded and threatened him. ‘Do you want that sick boy rubbing up against you?’ If he ever saw me again, his father would find out everything. So, he explained, ‘I can’t be with you’.
I told him that I was ok. Whatever happened was fine with me. It was his life and he had to do what was right for him. I told him it was a good idea to put the blame on me. I thought to myself it was probably what I would have done. We sat quietly for a while. I looked up from my work and he was staring at me again. With a sad look he got up and went to work at another table.
A few days later at the end of class, he walked up to my desk and when the other students were leaving the class he said, “The park, tonight at 9.”
I nodded.
I knew which park he was talking about. It was a ten-minute walk from my house but only a few minutes from his. That night I sat on a bench close to the entrance to the park that was close to his house. The front of the park had parking spaces, a playground and lights. A baseball diamond and a soccer field were situated near the front. Near the back were two small woods separated by a path that led out of the park to streets beyond.
Soon Massimo came walking up the path. He sat beside me. Close. There was no one else around and he put his hand on my knee and ran it up my inner leg. Well, I realized that he wasn’t there to talk. I looked around and with no one in sight I put my hands on him as well. I put my hand on his stomach and ran it up to his chest. I ran my fingers farther up and felt his nipples harden one after the other. His hand was gently rubbing the growing mound of my crotch. It was six weeks since he had touched me and my hardon ached. We leaned towards each other, breathing against each others neck. He turned and pressed his lips against mine for a moment. I kissed his soft lips for a while, like I had a few girls before. I felt the bench was too exposed, so I led him into the field, and we sat at the back of a small hill that faced the edge of the park and was in the shadow of the hill from the light cast from poles near the playground. The lights at the far entrance were blocked by trees.
We were grabbing at each other, and he unzipped and unfastened my pants as I ran my hands under his shirt. We stumbled around for a while until he got my dick out and had it gripped in his hand. I shivered and shook and leaned backwards against the rise of the hill. He pulled my pants all the way down and even pulled off one of my shoes. My pants and underwear were bunched around one shoe and I felt the cold grass on my ass and legs. He was between my legs, and he plunged his warm wet mouth onto my shaft, taking almost all of it in. The warmth, the wetness, the soft feel of his mouth and his tongue made me forget about the cold grass. I was quickly on edge, and he must have noticed my breathing change because he raised his mouth off of it for a few seconds and then licked just the head. I squirmed and my ass pressed against the grass. He ran his tongue down the bottom of my shaft and lifted my balls with his fingers as he licked them. He took my shaft back in his mouth and held it tight with his lips as he moved his head up and down. I gyrated and he kept it up and sucked gently with his lips tight on me. My balls felt huge, and I felt my shaft swell. He would have to slow down if I was going to last, but instead he kept it up and started to work with his tongue on the cleft of my penis head. I tried to hold back, but soon my dick flexed and pumped. He held on with his thick tight lips and I felt his tongue move as he swallowed. Finally, his mouth let go of it and he rolled off to one side.
Holy shit. It felt like I hadn’t cum in weeks. He was fiddling around with his pants and removing them and then he was grabbing my elbow and tugging me down the slope. I had hardly recovered, but I lifted myself, pulled up my pants and shifted down between his legs. I started with my tongue. In the dark I could not see clearly. I wondered if he was larger, so I measured him with my tongue and with my lips pressed down on the base of the shaft. He might have been a bit longer. I used my fingertips to hold his penis up and I lifted his hips to feel his balls with my tongue. Bigger. Maybe. He was sure enjoying it. He was starting his low moans.
I wasn’t sure how much time we had, so I got down to it. I took him in my mouth and gave him a low suction as my lips clamped down on the base of his shaft. Then I slid them upward and licked his tip. I repeated this and worked both of my hands under him till I was cupping both of his ample, soft cheeks. My fingers slid into his crack and my middle finger found his wrinkled opening. So, I clamped him. Slid up. Tongued him. Then held still as I wiggled my middle finger against his rectum. I did this over and over. His body began to tense. His shoulder blades pressed into the grass and his legs straightened. He became so tense the inside of his legs were squeezing against me strongly. I locked my lips. I sucked. I slid up. I tongued. I wiggled. As I wiggled my finger and held my mouth still, he shot a wad against my tongue. I felt it strike the surface of my tongue. Like a rubber band gently snapping. He let out an enormous grunt and then he gyrated as I pushed my mouth down and held on. After a long series of spasms, he stopped. I had a mouthful. I could feel it as I swallowed. He was finally still, and I sat up.
In only a few seconds he sat up, pushed me aside and started putting on his pants. I told him ‘That was great’ and he responded ‘Yeah’. Then he stood up and walked quickly away towards the entrance of the park that he had come in from.
I leaned back and zipped up and buckled my pants. I looked for him, but he was already gone. Wow. When I first seduced him, I had enjoyed the fact that he was so easy to handle but now he had cummed so hard I felt it. It was amazing. I just hoped that this wasn’t a one-time thing. I found my shoe, put it on and headed home.
A day later he called and quickly told me not to call him or try to see him. He said he would call in a few days and when he did, he said he couldn’t see me again. He sounded a little upset on the phone, and I just mumbled ‘Ok’.
That was that. Weeks went by and soon it seemed like what I had done with Massimo was a strange dream. I hung out with my friends, worked and waited for the fall. I had no attraction to any other boy, and every girl I liked was unattainable.
In the fall I saw Massimo. He was in my Geography class. The first day he barely acknowledged me and sat away from me. A few times I caught him staring at me, then he would look away. I figured he was mad at me, for some reason I wouldn’t understand. Then one day our class was doing research in the library, and he sat at the same table as me. He looked around and when no one was around he asked me if he could talk to me.
“Sure?”
He explained to me that after our last time together his mother had confronted him. She had heard us all the way from the basement. The squeaking of the bed, moaning and grunting. She didn’t accept the explanation that we were wrestling and finally he ‘admitted’ that I got excited when we wrestled. He put the blame on me! She labelled me eromenos and kinaidos. He explained they were Greek words that meant gay and perverse. He insisted to his mother that it was just wrestling. A few days later when he said he was going to go out, he admitted he planned on visiting me to watch a movie. His mother exploded and threatened him. ‘Do you want that sick boy rubbing up against you?’ If he ever saw me again, his father would find out everything. So, he explained, ‘I can’t be with you’.
I told him that I was ok. Whatever happened was fine with me. It was his life and he had to do what was right for him. I told him it was a good idea to put the blame on me. I thought to myself it was probably what I would have done. We sat quietly for a while. I looked up from my work and he was staring at me again. With a sad look he got up and went to work at another table.
A few days later at the end of class, he walked up to my desk and when the other students were leaving the class he said, “The park, tonight at 9.”
I nodded.
I knew which park he was talking about. It was a ten-minute walk from my house but only a few minutes from his. That night I sat on a bench close to the entrance to the park that was close to his house. The front of the park had parking spaces, a playground and lights. A baseball diamond and a soccer field were situated near the front. Near the back were two small woods separated by a path that led out of the park to streets beyond.
Soon Massimo came walking up the path. He sat beside me. Close. There was no one else around and he put his hand on my knee and ran it up my inner leg. Well, I realized that he wasn’t there to talk. I looked around and with no one in sight I put my hands on him as well. I put my hand on his stomach and ran it up to his chest. I ran my fingers farther up and felt his nipples harden one after the other. His hand was gently rubbing the growing mound of my crotch. It was six weeks since he had touched me and my hardon ached. We leaned towards each other, breathing against each others neck. He turned and pressed his lips against mine for a moment. I kissed his soft lips for a while, like I had a few girls before. I felt the bench was too exposed, so I led him into the field, and we sat at the back of a small hill that faced the edge of the park and was in the shadow of the hill from the light cast from poles near the playground. The lights at the far entrance were blocked by trees.
We were grabbing at each other, and he unzipped and unfastened my pants as I ran my hands under his shirt. We stumbled around for a while until he got my dick out and had it gripped in his hand. I shivered and shook and leaned backwards against the rise of the hill. He pulled my pants all the way down and even pulled off one of my shoes. My pants and underwear were bunched around one shoe and I felt the cold grass on my ass and legs. He was between my legs, and he plunged his warm wet mouth onto my shaft, taking almost all of it in. The warmth, the wetness, the soft feel of his mouth and his tongue made me forget about the cold grass. I was quickly on edge, and he must have noticed my breathing change because he raised his mouth off of it for a few seconds and then licked just the head. I squirmed and my ass pressed against the grass. He ran his tongue down the bottom of my shaft and lifted my balls with his fingers as he licked them. He took my shaft back in his mouth and held it tight with his lips as he moved his head up and down. I gyrated and he kept it up and sucked gently with his lips tight on me. My balls felt huge, and I felt my shaft swell. He would have to slow down if I was going to last, but instead he kept it up and started to work with his tongue on the cleft of my penis head. I tried to hold back, but soon my dick flexed and pumped. He held on with his thick tight lips and I felt his tongue move as he swallowed. Finally, his mouth let go of it and he rolled off to one side.
Holy shit. It felt like I hadn’t cum in weeks. He was fiddling around with his pants and removing them and then he was grabbing my elbow and tugging me down the slope. I had hardly recovered, but I lifted myself, pulled up my pants and shifted down between his legs. I started with my tongue. In the dark I could not see clearly. I wondered if he was larger, so I measured him with my tongue and with my lips pressed down on the base of the shaft. He might have been a bit longer. I used my fingertips to hold his penis up and I lifted his hips to feel his balls with my tongue. Bigger. Maybe. He was sure enjoying it. He was starting his low moans.
I wasn’t sure how much time we had, so I got down to it. I took him in my mouth and gave him a low suction as my lips clamped down on the base of his shaft. Then I slid them upward and licked his tip. I repeated this and worked both of my hands under him till I was cupping both of his ample, soft cheeks. My fingers slid into his crack and my middle finger found his wrinkled opening. So, I clamped him. Slid up. Tongued him. Then held still as I wiggled my middle finger against his rectum. I did this over and over. His body began to tense. His shoulder blades pressed into the grass and his legs straightened. He became so tense the inside of his legs were squeezing against me strongly. I locked my lips. I sucked. I slid up. I tongued. I wiggled. As I wiggled my finger and held my mouth still, he shot a wad against my tongue. I felt it strike the surface of my tongue. Like a rubber band gently snapping. He let out an enormous grunt and then he gyrated as I pushed my mouth down and held on. After a long series of spasms, he stopped. I had a mouthful. I could feel it as I swallowed. He was finally still, and I sat up.
In only a few seconds he sat up, pushed me aside and started putting on his pants. I told him ‘That was great’ and he responded ‘Yeah’. Then he stood up and walked quickly away towards the entrance of the park that he had come in from.
I leaned back and zipped up and buckled my pants. I looked for him, but he was already gone. Wow. When I first seduced him, I had enjoyed the fact that he was so easy to handle but now he had cummed so hard I felt it. It was amazing. I just hoped that this wasn’t a one-time thing. I found my shoe, put it on and headed home.
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