bagley-creek-road-3

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Blowjob

Subject: Bagley Creek Road III Helen looked tired, maybe even a little frazzled, but I didn’t say anything. Come to think of it I thought so the might before when we sat down to dinner but didn’t pay too much attention because Jericho had been prattling on about what we’d done that day. To his credit, he didn’t bring up the fact he sucked my cock while I was driving. It didn’t last long but still, it had been fun. “Oh good, you’re showered,” she said as we sat at the kitchen bar. She place a cup of hot coffee in front of me and orange juice for Jericho, a slight smile on her dispelled my observation of a moment before. She was smiling because Jericho had moved his bar stool so close that our legs weren’t just touching, they were pressed together. A minute later she placed a vegetarian frittata on a large dinner plate in front of us, along with plate of thick sliced bacon and another stacked with cracked wheat sourdough toast. She cut some large slices from the frittata and set them in front of us and took one for herself. Life was good. Jericho’s bus arrived some 30 minutes later and he bounded out the door after planting a kiss on Helen’s cheek one on my mouth which caused a raised eyebrow from my hostess. “You know he’s in love with you, right,” Helen stated and not asked after the door closed. I could only nod my head. It was one thing for me to think it but hearing it coming from someone else made it strike even closer to home. “For what it’s worth Toby, not that my opinion matters, but it looks like you have some pretty deep feelings for Jericho as well.” “Your opinion always matters mom,” I said. I’d taken to calling Helen mom when I was a kid and again when I lived with her before. As I’ve stated, she was like a second mom to me, just as my mom had been for JJ when we were kids. “I can’t say that I love Jericho but I also can’t say that I don’t. It’s a little confusing right now.” I was quiet for a moment then said, “You may have noticed that there is a distinct age difference.” Helen smiled, nodded and waved the comment away. “Age ain’t nothing but a number. I’m of a mind that the rules or societal norms for straight people don’t always or necessarily work with gay people, particularly boys. I think that it’s a lot more confusing for boys, more challenging because of the misunderstanding or even the distain for homosexuality. There aren’t a lot of positive adult role models for gay boys and there certainly isn’t a great deal of safety amongst their peers. I think that boys find safety and acceptance with older men and by that I mean over say, age 21.” She was quiet for a moment then went on. “I think that Kyler was a great example of that.” I shot her a questioning look that caused her to chuckle again. “Of course I knew Toby, anybody that knows you like I do should have been able to tell. His mother knew as well and fully approved of your relationship with him. Kyler settled way down once you and he started hanging out together. His mother told me within a couple months of his meeting you he stopped getting into fights. We both figured that Kyler was probably a very conflicted boy. Strong as an ox, tough as nails, a real boy but that conflicted with his sexual desires. Being with you helped him sort that stuff out.” “The difference with Jericho is that he fully accepts who and what he is and you being who you are creates the perfect opportunity for him to explore that. You’re a good man Toby, and you were always a good boy. Anyone else would probably bring down the wrath of god on you in regard to Jericho but I think it’s the perfect situation. For both of you.” Well now, that was about the strangest conversation I’d ever had in my entire life. Notice that there was nothing concrete said about my having sex with Jericho, a 13 year old boy, or even Kyler, but it was implied as a given. “Would you ever consider moving back, for Jericho I mean?” I had been looking off out the window but snapped my head back to Helen, a questioning expression on my face. “That hadn’t crossed my mind Helen,” I said. “Or I should say, at this juncture there hasn’t been any reason to even think about it.” She nodded her head, seemed to be trying to organize her thoughts then went on. “I don’t want to ruin your time off Toby, but you’re coming home at this point in time is,” she paused, “somewhat fortuitous. I don’t want to be dramatic nor do I wish to beat around the bush because I don’t have time for that.” She let out a huge sigh. “I’m dying Toby. The doctors think I’ll be gone within 3-4 months.” The shock on my face must have been insane. “It’s a brain tumor, inoperable. Even if it had been diagnosed way before it was, it wouldn’t have made any difference. Yes, it can be operated on but it would in all probability leave me severely disabled, perhaps even vegetative and neither of those options suit my fancy. My concerns are for Jericho, who doesn’t know any of this by the way. It’s going to be extremely difficult on him, which is part of the reason I asked if you’d ever consider moving back because of him.” More shocks to come. “After JJ died I changed my will and named you beneficiary.” At this point she put a hand up to ward of any questions or comments. “There is no one else Toby and you’ve been like a second son and I love you like a son. So none of that has anything to do with Jericho. However, and I’m not sure how to put this, if you were to take on the raising of that boy, you would have this house which would allow him to have a solid sense of home and continuity in his life.” I raised the issues of work, because there wasn’t anything in the small neighboring towns that offered any kind of future for me. Also, the state wasn’t likely to just turn Jericho over to me. Once again, Helen simply smiled. “Well, as a matter of fact, you might be pleasantly surprised. I’ve already spoken to DCFS about my situation and naturally their hearts went out to me. However, they support Jericho living with you, especially since you will be inheriting the house he’s called home for almost 7 years and you’ve had a familial type of relationship with him for almost that long. They really don’t want to disrupt his life any more than necessary. And they don’t have any clue about a sexual relationship between you. Yes, you would have to apply for a foster care license but it would only be a formality. Besides, as you know, the state would take care of all Jericho’s medical dental and vision needs, not to mention other considerations.” “As for work, I know that there are 2 positions open at the radar installation on Rush’s island and it so happens that Macomb Washington, who is in charge of the installation, is a friend of mine and he’s interested in talking with you. Yes it would mean an hour commute each way so isn’t ideal, but…” she let the sentence trail off. Okay, now I was shocked. It wasn’t like I really wanted to move back to the area but there were some compelling reasons to do so, not the least of which I stated in the first sentences of this story. It was home. And then there was Jericho. “As I said, I don’t want to ruin your vacation but I’d like you to think about and hopefully have an answer before you leave. It’s a big ask and a huge responsibility but I feel like I have to ask simply for Jericho’s sake but also because you’re going to own all of this. If you don’t feel you can do it I understand completely, I’ll start trying to make other arrangements.” I got up and went to Helen and hugged her as tight as I’d ever hugged anybody in my life. “I’m so sorry mom,” I whispered. I felt tears beginning to fall and didn’t do a goddamned thing to stop them. I went about the rest of my day, trying to connect with some old friends, but Helen’s situation placed a pall on things. I didn’t harbor any ill will toward her for putting me in the situation or for the timing of it. I could understand the need to get as many loose ends tied up as possible, especially since a minor child was involved. But, it did cause me to actually consider my life and future in general and with Jericho specifically. Jericho was a very cool kid. He was honest to a fault, kind and generous, easy to be around, a straight A student who loved to learn. He was a classic argument for nature VS nurture. He lived with his great grandmother because her son was a loser as was his daughter, Jericho’s mother. The grandfather died in prison at age 59, his mother was god knew where and hadn’t had any contact with her son for going on 3 years. His father had never been in the picture. Yet Jericho had not only survived, he thrived. I had loved being around Jericho when he was little but had never harbored any sexual interest in him until that last night before I left. Even then I wasn’t thinking of him in a sexual context but afterwards I saw him in a different light. Now, with Jericho’s revelations, Helen’s revelations, and the fact that he was now a sexually mature male I was thinking of him in those terms. He had been a dynamo in bed that first night. He took aim, took charge and went full on forward, damn the torpedoes and all that schtuff. I had never been with anyone so focused, so charged up, and so sensuous, which gives you an idea of just how vanilla my life truly was. I had no doubt that he loved me beyond measure and I wasn’t going to lay that off on his being “just a kid”. I had known full well at his age that I was queer and nothing was going to change that. I came to the conclusion ümitköy escort that being with Jericho, raising him, was doable but the big question was where. I needed to nail down the job issue; without that, moving back was not an option. I found a payphone and called Helen and asked her to set up a meeting with her friend. She didn’t ask me any questions but simply said she’d take care of it. That evening was the wedding rehearsal and dinner which Jack had said Jericho was welcome to attend. The boy declined, stating that he had homework to do besides he’d probably be bored. Good point. It should be noted that the residents of Bagley Creek Road were a community. Everybody pretty much knew everybody and that extended back 3 generations in some cases. Everybody knew Jericho and liked him and often invited him to family functions or paid him to do odd jobs around the neighborhood. He and Helen had both been invited to the wedding and the reception. I got home about 10:30 expecting to find Jericho waiting patiently in my bed and was quite surprised that he wasn’t. He did, however, leave me a note. My dear sweet Toby, I decided to give you a break and sleep in my own bed tonight. But that means tomorrow night you will have to fuck me twice. Or 3 times. I love you so much, J’co PS: I jacked off at school today thinking about you. I shot myself in the eyebrow. It was great. What could I do but laugh. I imagined him sitting in the boys bathroom, jeans and briefs down around his ankles and pounding his rock hard boy cock. A pleasant thought to go to sleep on. I don’t drink often, not really interested, but celebrating and talking story the night before I didn’t keep track so drank more than usual which in turn encouraged a deeper and longer sleep than usual. I came up out of a dream that seemed sexual but didn’t make any sense. You know the kind. My eyes snapped open, well sort of, all kinds of good feelings radiating out from my cock. Jericho was on his knees alongside the bed with his head and shoulders under the covers sucking my cock and feeling up my balls. It was a little comical on one hand, highly erotic on the other. I pulled the covers back and Jericho turned his head to wink at me, my cock sticking out of his mouth. I reached out and rubbed the back of his head then ran the back of my hand gently across his smooth face. Jericho finally let go and stood up, the front of his 501’s barely concealing an erection, a grin on his smooth face. “Good morning Toby; I hope you don’t mind being woke up getting your cock sucked. God your smells in the morning are awesome.” He moved and bent over to kiss me, got a quick one in then backed off. “Your breath could gag a maggot.” I heard the school bus coming and so did Jericho. He quickly undid his jeans and tugged them down letting his rock hard boner spring out, the end of it a bright red. “I gotta hurry. It’ll be back down in 5 minutes. Jack off with me toby,” the boy commanded. He took hold of his raging hard cock and began stroking it with a frenzy. I did the same. “I want you to cum in my mouth Jericho,” I panted. He nodded his head and moved in closer so I moved to the edge of my bed. “God I love jacking off Toby,” he groaned. It was hot as fuck for me, watching a boy love himself. It was hot watching the emotions play across a boys face as his young body shot up into a fog of hotness. I remembered back to my youth and how intense the feelings were those first few years as a sperming boy. Jericho’s free hand went between his legs to cup and fondle his smooth balls which only helped to get him hotter. “I want you to fuck me tonight Toby. I want to feel your big fat cock deep in my asshole, fucking me, pounding my hole. I need it Toby; I need it really bad.” He gulped in air, paused a moment then said, “I’m really close Toby, I’m gonna squirt my sperm really soon.” I found it interesting that he liked to talk when he was in heat. Jericho put a knee on the bed and leaned forward so I went up onto an elbow. Seeing his cock that close, the bright red head, knowing what the boy was feeling, helped to get me to the edge as well. “Take it Toby, take my cock and my sperm,” he groaned. I got my mouth over the swollen head just in time. “Oohhh fuck Tobeeeee,” he moaned as he shot his thick young sperm into my mouth. I heard myself groan and felt my own cock begin to spew thick globs of cum onto my chest and my belly. I tasted Jericho’s offering and found it almost sweet on my tongue. “Fuck you’re cumming Toby, god you’re cumming too.” The boy continued to use a finger and thumb to stroke his cock, coaxing every single drop of his gooey boy goodness into my mouth and I continue to unload what seemed like an inordinate amount of sperm as well. Jericho finally took his cock away and sat down on the bed abruptly. He continued to work his cock as he came down off his orgiastic high, needing to keep the feelings going a little long. I was in the same boat, working to get every last drop out. I looked down at my body and was surprised at the amount of jizz covering my torso. No amount of wiping was going to clean that mess up. Of course I would have taken a shower anyway but still. “Goddamn that was incredible Toby,” Jericho finally said, “and you’re a mess. Imagine all that cum in my ass.” He stood up and quickly got his clothes back in order then bent and kissed me again. “I gotta go, I’ll see you tonight my sweet man.” He headed toward the door then stopped and turned slightly. “You ARE going to fuck me at least twice tonight Toby,” then he was out the door. I lay there, idly playing with my balls and thinking about the experience. For the first time I could actually see myself living with Jericho, having him in my bed every night, loving his young body and taking him up into the stratosphere of hotness as often as possible. I heard the bus coming back down the hill then the squeal of brakes as it stopped at the end of the driveway. A moment of silence then the sound of it leaving, taking my boy lover away. I finally got out of bed and tromped to the shower, still thinking about Jericho and what it would mean being with him all the time. I segued to the job situation, wondered how that was going to turn out, hoping that it would happen. “Well you don’t look too worse for the wear,” Helen said as I headed through the door into the kitchen fifteen minutes later. The smell of bacon filled the room and I found myself salivating. She poured a cup of coffee and set it before me. “Well, I drank more than usual and probably more than I should have but hey, it’s Jack so it’s all good. I’ll be safe for another couple years.” Helen chuckled then asked me if I remembered coming home with JJ after junior prom, the both of us so intoxicated that we could barely walk. Her son had gotten sick in the front yard and puked all over himself and me. I remembered it well, or mostly well. We’d been at an after dance party where a couple of girls had stripped naked and put on a show for a half dozen of us boys. It didn’t take long before all of us were naked. Everybody fucked the girls, me and JJ included. It had only been my second piece of pussy. But we also sucked each other’s cocks and one kid named Rusty, for the obvious reason, got fucked by 3 of the boys. Rusty was the only kid I’d ever seen with red pubes although I saw a few in the Coast guard. He also had a great cock, not real long but damned fat. At JJ’s house Helen got us into the bathroom and the shower, declaring that we both smelled like a brewery in a cat house. Neither JJ nor I were the least bit concerned that his mother saw us both stark naked, we were too out of it to give a shit. Besides, she’d seen us in briefs most of our lives and that included being morning boy hard as we traipsed into the only bathroom to relieve our bladders. “Yeah, I remember. I don’t think I’ve ever been as drunk as I was that night.” “How well I remember,” Helen said. “Neither of you seemed too worried about me seeing you naked either.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Looking back on that,” Helen said with a wee bit of a smile, “I’d say that Jericho is a very lucky boy.” She turned and went to the fridge so missed the fact that my jaw was on my chest. “Maycomb said he could chat with you today if you want to meet him for lunch at Cisco’s,” she said turning back toward me with a bottle of orange juice in her hand. I said that would be fine so she said she’d call him back. We made small talk while she fixed me some egg to round out the meal and then while we both ate. “Is it painful mom, your tumor?” I didn’t want to pry but I was concerned. “Not really. I do get some serious headaches from time to time. Dr Fredrickson says it will likely start getting worse but we’ll deal with it as it comes.” I nodded my head, not sure what else to say. After breakfast I went into the living room and sat down at her old upright and shot off some boogie woogie and blues which, if you know anything about music, are pretty much the same. It’s really the tempo and the base line, that differentiate. I met Macomb Washington, who immediately insisted on first names, at the restaurant at noon sharp. At 6’6 and probably 260 or so, the guy had to have played football in his younger years. Macomb was as black as can be, as bald as can be, and had a bass voice that couldn’t possibly be any deeper. His ham sized fist dwarfed mine when we shook hands but he was gentle as a lamb. avrupa yakası üniversiteli escort And I discovered he was pretty much a teddy bear. Until he needed to be a grizzly. “The burgers and fries here are the best you’ll find within a hundred miles in any direction,” he said as we sat at a window table overlooking the water. “But honestly, everything I’ve eaten here is good, better than good.” He was correct, lunch was fantastic. I won’t bore you with the details except to say that the job alone would be worth moving back home for. What the position required was right up my alley, the money and benefits were considerably better than I was getting, and that included college courses to expand my knowledge should I choose to. I also found out that he played football for Michigan then did 3 years with Green Bay as a defensive tackle before a serious knee injury forced him to give up the game. He asked where Helen had fit into my life so I explained it then asked him the same question, which caused him to pause. “I worked with Helen and her husband Jeff. Any more than that you should ask Helen. I will say that she’s one hell of a human being, so was Jeff.” I left it at that. We finished up with Macomb saying he’d see me at the end of the month, roughly 3 weeks, welcome aboard and all that shit. He gave me a packet of paperwork to fill out and mail back to the HR department. On the drive home I reflected on my circumstances, contemplated how I was going to handle closing things up at my current job, apartment and the like. I was currently in a furnished apartment so mostly it was just clothes and personal items that needed to be taken care of, most all of it would fit in the trunk and back seat of my car, a ’70 Cuda. Back at the house I told Helen the outcome and she gave off a huge sigh of relief then hugged me tightly. “Thank you Toby. That is a huge weight off my mind, and my soul.” She made a fresh pot of coffee and we drank and talked. Helen asked if I was going to go back to work or simply quit and I said I would just quit. She then suggested that on Monday we contact DCFS and begin the paperwork process. She also dropped another bomb. “I think that since you’re definitely moving here and doing so soon, I am going to see my lawyer and have all of the property deeded to you immediately. The reason is that it will cut down on any inheritance tax issues. In the deed I will still have lifetime estate which mean I can live here until I die so you can’t sell the property out from under me.” She said that with a laugh so I didn’t need to comment. We talked about my moving back and what that would entail and I told her my plan. She said she didn’t want to presume anything or interfere with that plan, however, Jericho would out of school on break for a few weeks if I wanted company on the drive back home. She added that she would purchase a plane ticket for him to fly back with me if that was something I’d be interested in doing. I hadn’t considered it but it sounded like it might be fun and I told her so. “On another note, we’ll need to have a discussion about sleeping arrangements until such time as I pass on to the happy hunting ground. Jericho will likely get crazy staying here in the house with you either in the other bedroom or staying out in the studio. And as much as I adore you both and support your relationship, I’m not sure I’m ready for you two to be sleeping together here in the house nor am I ready for him, for all practical purposes, to be living with you out there.” That situation wasn’t one that I had yet to consider but she had a point. I wasn’t prepared to be fucking Jericho under her roof either although I agreed with her in principle. I proposed that we include Jericho on any such discussion. We might be surprised at his response. Helen agreed. We agreed to tell Jericho about my moving back but she didn’t want to tell him about her impending death just yet. It was her choice to make. I took them out for dinner that night to a local steak house and it was there that we told Jericho of my moving back to Bagley Creek Road. To say that he was deliriously happy would be an understatement got up, came to me and hugged me tightly. To his credit, Jericho didn’t bring up sleeping arrangements. I also mentioned his flying with me to close things down and driving back me. He got excited as hell about that. “That would be awesome fun Toby.” From there dinner was served, and for a small town restaurant it was pretty good. We took chocolate mousse cheesecake home for later. Back at the house Helen and I played a couple games of cribbage and Jericho watched, Helen doing the teaching and me staying silent. As it neared 9 pm I declared it was time for a shower and bed. Jericho looked at Helen smiled indulgently at the boy and said, “You can stay with Toby if you want.” Jericho grinned then said to me, “Go ahead Toby, I got something I got to do first.” That said I got up, kissed Helen on the cheek and headed out, wondering what surprise Jericho had in mind, assuming there would be a surprise. The hotling showed up as I got out of the shower and set two containers of cheesecake on the counter of the tiny kitchen along with a 20 oz Tupperware cannister filled with milk. He then wandered over to me, raised his head for a kiss then asked for the towel then walked behind me and began wiping me down. “You got a really nice butt Toby,” he as he dried off my glutes and under my butt cheeks. On the return trip north he made sure that he got my asshole good and dry as well then handed the towel back to me. “So do you sweet pea, you got a cute butt” I responded. Jericho began kicking off his shoes and tugging his t-shirt up over his head. “And you got a big fact cock that’s going to go in my cute butt.” He got his jeans undone and on their way to his ankles. “Sit on the bed,” I commanded and when he did I pushed him backward, had him raise his legs and tugged his jeans all the way off then got his socks so that he was laying there clad only in his Jockey’s. Like a good boy, he waited to see if I was going to finish undressing him, which was my plan, just not right then. I got onto the bed, straddling his body and lowered myself until our torso’s were flush but keeping my full weight off. Our faces were close so we kissed some, Jericho’s hands wrapped around me and gently rubbing up and down on my back. “I love being with you so much Toby,” he whispered during a kissing break. I could feel his cock rapidly getting hard against my still soft cock, the direction of it hampered by his underwear. I gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. “And I love being with you baby boy.” We kissed a little more, still keeping it gentle kisses and not of deep passion, at least not yet. “I like it when you call me baby boy,” Jericho responded in a soft voice, “I like being your baby boy.” I kissed him again then started sliding down his body, kissing on his neck a little bit then onto his chest where I took a moment to suckle a nipple then nip it slightly. Jericho inhaled sharply when I nursed on him then moaned and rubbed his fingers through my hair. I continued south, kissing my way down onto his belly, tonguing his outie belly button and continuing onward. By that time my feet were flat on the floor and I was bent over, which was fine. Moving my body from above his allowed his cock to move into it’s default, upright boner position so it was now tenting his briefs quite admirably. I lowered my head and placed my mouth over the end of his cock and blew my warm breath onto it through the cotton fabric. After a moment I mouthed my way down his cock eventually running into his balls. I pushed his legs apart and got my mouth around his nuts as much as possible and blew warm air onto them as well. I didn’t stay long but stood more upright. “Let’s get you good and naked sweet boy,” I said, slipping my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and tugging them down and then off. I just stared at his body for a moment, admiring the beauty and symmetry of a young teen in all of it’s glory. He looked so perfect laying there, ready and waiting for the next step. I bent down and captured his cock in my mouth, pulled it upright and began bobbing my head in his lap. I could tell that Jericho wanted to help out by thrusting his hips up but his feet were dangling so he didn’t have any leverage. I finally let go of his cock and went for his balls, the smooth eggs hanging beautifully between his pale thighs. I licked at the eggs, pushing them around a little then sucked one into my mouth and rolled it around before letting it fall back out. I held his sac out of the way and licked down along his perineum but would have to move him or to get at his hole. I knew he was clean because he showered before we went to dinner. I encourage Jericho to move onto his belly then peeled his delicious little butt cheeks open to reveal his most secret spot. The puckered muscle was a thing of beauty in my estimation, at least on a boy and one with no hair in the neighborhood. And he didn’t. I stuck my tongue out and took a swipe, then another. I loved the differences in texture, the rougher wrinkled muscle itself then the smooth skin at the outside of the pucker and equally smooth portion of skin around the aperture itself. I licked all around before pressing my face against his flesh and gobbling like a half starved dog. urfa escort “Oh fuck Toby, oh fuck that feels good,” the boy groaned. He pushed back against me, moving his hips off the bed slightly. I kneaded the globes of his ass, reveling in the feel of the pliable flesh. I licked down along his perineum to the underside of his balls, my tongue registering the beginning of the folds of skin and loving every lick of it. All the while Jericho moaned and groaned and wiggled his ass. That lasted another minute. “Toby,” Jericho said, “can you fuck me like this, right now with me face down.” His voice was husky with lust and I knew better than to make silly conversation by asking if he was sure, it might hurt, or any number of other platitudes. If hot young teen said he wanted it and wanted it now, he knew what he was saying. I got up and went to my nightstand and grabbed the lube and had my cock slathered by the time I got back to him. I got onto the bed beside him, on my knees and bent down to lick his ear. I used the finger of my lubed hand to get into his asshole and finger fuck him just a bit. “Oh god Toby that feels so good.” I didn’t know if he meant the kissing or the finger, not that it mattered. I finger banged him about 20 seconds and moved down to straddle the glorious globes of his boy butt. I pulled one cheek open and guided my raging boner to his dark, puckered muscle and began to push immediately, follow the 4P method. I prodded, poked, pushed and penetrated, my cock head finally convincing Jericho’s body that it would feel good with my cock inside it. Eventually. “Ouch fuck,” he cried out and his body stiffened and I stood stock still. The 3S method. Jericho finally gave me the go-ahead and I went ahead, slowing inserting 7 plus inches of thick hard hot cock into him until my balls were resting against his. “Damn your cock fills my ass up Toby,” Jericho finally mumbled. I took that as a sign and started to fuck him, pulling out slowly for about half my length then sliding back in. It didn’t take long before the boy was grunting with each thrust into his body. I wanted to change positions and told him what to do and a moment later I was standing on the floor, Jericho was on his knees with them spread open enough to lower his asshole so I could pound him good and hard. Which I did. I held on to his narrow hips and gently moved his body in tandem with mine only in the opposite direction. After a solid minute or two Jericho said, “Can we get on my back Toby, so you can me good and proper like a boy is s’pose to be fucked. I pulled out of him and Jericho rolled right onto his back and slid up the bed. The end of his cock looked like a red hot poker. I leaned down to get in a quick suck of it before getting back between the boys’ spread out legs. Such a lovely view; a boy on his back, raging hard on, legs spread ready to take his man inside. I slipped back inside of him and put my arms under his legs and leaned forward placing his knees almost alongside his head then I fucked the shit out of him. I pounded his ass, rammed my cock deep inside of him, wiggled my own ass around a little bit, all to give him the best fuck I could. It was a rousing fuck to say the least with both of us grunting groaning and cursing like sailors. Jericho came first and his asshole clinching my dick made me cum and it was thunderous. It wouldn’t do but what Jericho wanted to be on my lap after our intense and loud mutual orgasm. “I do love you Toby,” he whispered to me, our noses pushed against each other tip to tip. “I am so happy that you’re moving back.” I rubbed his back, nibbled his ear and issued forth pledges and platitudes of my own, although they weren’t really platitudes because I meant them. “I stayed in the house to talk to Helen for a second,” he went on. “I told her that I was going to want to spend all my time out here, with you, but I knew that wasn’t possible and hoped that we could agree on something that would work for all of us. She asked what I had in mind and I said I hadn’t really thought about it but maybe weekend nights and maybe Wednesday night. I know I wouldn’t want to go for 5 days without sleeping with you.” He paused and giggled then added, “well not just sleeping. Helen said that sounded reasonable. What do you think?” I kissed him on the mouth and said, “I think you are a very smart and very thoughtful boy.” “Thank you,” he grinned and kissed me again. “And you’re a very hard man and so sexy so maybe you should fuck me again.” I couldn’t find any fault with his thinking. The wedding was at 3pm the next afternoon and was being held on Jack’s family’s property up the road on a picture perfect day. They had a really nice, large pond on their property that was surrounded by couple acres of mowed grass with gravel walkways and flower gardens galore. A beautifully decorated arbor sat at the head of the pond and it was there that they said their vows among 75 friends and family. The main courses of food were catered by a popular restaraunt in the area that was owned by Jack’s new wife’s aunt and uncle. Many of the guests brought deserts and finger food as well so nobody went hungry. An open bar with a couple of kegs and cases of champagne helped to get the crowd in a super festive mood. Needless to say I was pretty much mobbed by people, many I hadn’t seen in 10 years or more. Of course the typical questions of where are you living, are you moving back were the most oft asked. I chose to say no to the second one. As I said, I hadn’t seen most of those people in years and had no interest in renewing old friendship. Jericho was allowed to have champagne, as many of the kids were, and got fairly giggly. He also got somewhat brazen with his flirting, grabbing my cock or my ass or a kiss whenever he thought he could get away with it. His behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Jack, who knew full well I was gay and that I liked boys. It didn’t take a large leap for him to figure out that Jericho and I were bumping uglies. We were sitting off away from hordes of people and as a friend of mine and his wife left a conversation with me, Jack ambled over. I told him about the job and my moving back and he said he’d keep that under his hat, adding, “I’m glad though Toby. I miss you a lot.” Jericho echod that statement and wrapped his arms around one one of mine. “You know Toby, you need to take Jericho home and fuck him.” “That’s what I told him,” Jericho tossed out and Jack laughed his ass off. “I love both you guys,” my friend said and kissed us both on the cheek and the 3 of us walked back to where the rest of the crowd was. A local band called Last Chance for Rock was setting up on a commercial flat bed trailer and would soon be burning down the house with some very good classic rock and roll. I told Jack that I wanted to hang out an listen to the band but not in a tux so decided to walk down the hill and change, then come back up. Jericho was all for that, which came as no surprise to Jack or me. “Why don’t you take my bike. It’s in the barn, key’s in it.” Jack’s bike was actually a Tryke, a 3 wheeler. The driver’s seat was old fashioned spring cushioned saddle seat while the back was a bench that sat 2 side by side. Imagine a mega short church pew with the curvey arms, sitting atop the frame and the rear axle which sported 10in slicks with mag wheels. The bench seat was made of highly polished dark cherrywood with eleaborate carving done on the outside of the back and arms. The black leather seat and back were a thick diamond cut and looked fairly comfortable The motor was a panhead, a 74 cubic inch, or 1200 cc, motor that had been worked and chromed, as was the 8in extended springer front forks. Jericho had seen the bike plenty of times, and it was a sweet and unudual bike, so wasn’t all that impressed. We pushed the Tryke out of the barn and fired it up, the straight pipes belting out the first loud notes then settling into a deep rumble. A few minutes later we were off down the hill. Of course once we got inside the studio apartment Jericho was in my arms and kissing me deeply. “You gotta fuck me before we go back Toby,” he said in a voice already husky with lust. I would have fucked you in the woods at Jack’s if I knew we wouldn’t get caught.” We managed to get undressed and, once again, Jericho didn’t want to go through a whole bunch of foreplay, so I lubed my cock up, got some on his puckered little asshole, then slipped inside of him. Once lodged inside his ass, I leaned forward and put my hands on the bed and began to fuck him. “God I love this so much Toby,” he groaned about a minute into the bout. “I love being fucked by you.” I didn’t feel like a response was necessary so didn’t offer one but just kept right on fucking the boy. Honestly though I loved fucking Jericho. Sure, I loved fucking all boys but Jericho was so special to me that it made a difference. Jericho slipped an hand between us and began jacking off, moaning and groning the entire time. He announced that he would probably cum pretty quickly and indeed, before we made it to minute 4 he cried out, his asshole clinched my cock and I shot. My upper body was raised up enough for me to look between us and see his sperm shoot out onto his belly. I only saw two squirts however because my orgasm hit and focused on that and fucking the boy hard. Jericho held on tightly to me as I pumped a good 6 jets of sperm deep into his body. I kept it up for a bit after my orgasm waned then simply stopped, panting heavily. “Lay on me Toby,” my young teenage lover whispered. I did as he asked and Jericho nuzzled into my neck while his hands gently roamed my back. “You are such a great lover Toby,” he murmured. “I can’t imagine being with anybody else.” PLEASE MAKE A MONETARY CONTRIBUTION TO NIFTY TODAY. HELP KEEP FREE fty/donate.html

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bir cevap yazın