Continued from Alarming James 1:
I've never felt anything like that in my life! I've never cum so much! I never thought about another guy giving me a blow job, but I'll never forget that one!" he said. "I thought I was going to learn just about alarm systems today, but I guess I was wrong."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I have to admit that I did, too. There's a lot to learn about both." I said. "When you are up to it I show you some more, if you are sure you want to learn."
"I'm sure I want to learn about both!" said James.
"I'm sure you'll learn a lot about alarms and about sex, James, you are a quick learner!" I said, "But right now I have a little problem." I pointed down to the front of my jeans where my dick had been straining at the fabric since before the start of the action. "Something's going to have to be done about this or it will rip through my pants!"
Now, I told you that I'm fifty five, but I've never had a problem getting a hardon. As a matter of fact, I can't keep my hands of it. I'm a sixteen year old in a fifty five year old's body when it comes to that. I've always had a more than healthy masturbation habit, even throughout my thirty plus years of marriage. Now it was so hard a cat couldn't scratch it.
"What do you want me to do, Boss?" James asked.
"You can start by unzipping my jeans and letting this thing out to breathe." I said. James tentatively reached over to me from where he was sitting on the pile of boxes and grabbed the tongue of my zipper. Slowly he pulled it down and then looked up into my eyes for encouragement.
"Listen James, I need to get off. I can do it myself, heaven knows I've had a lot of practice at that. Other than my own hand, I need either your hand, your mouth, or your ass to help me relieve this pressure. I'll let you decide. What will it be?" I asked.
James thought for a minute and then, without a word, unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them to my knees just as I had done to him. I had my tighty-whiteys on and they were tented out to the max. He put his hand on my cock and felt it through the cotton material. He ran the back of his hand up and down over the underside of my dick. I didn't think it could get any harder, but it felt like it did. It seemed like he was still making up his mind. Then he reached up and grabbed both sides of my briefs and pulled them down to my knees.
At this point I still wasn't sure which option he was going to choose, but I was willing to bet I wouldn't be using my own hand this time. With a look of determination on his face he reached up and wrapped his right hand around my six and a half inch cock. He seemed to be studying it. It wasn't much different from his, just a half inch longer, but thicker and with a large red mushroom head. He started to move the skin up and down and I was in heaven.
Again he looked up into my eyes and seemed to search my gaze for some sign of what he should do. I was in no state to give him much guidance. I knew only one thing; I had to cum soon. I think he saw that in my eyes.
He pulled my dick down to a horizontal position and slowly moved his head toward its prize. His tongue came out and touched and tasted the tip of my cock. I almost lost it, but willed myself to hold out a bit longer. Here was an eighteen year old boy just inches away from satisfying years of my fantasies.
"What do I do? He asked.
"Just do what I did, James. Get the head of it wet and then put what you can in your mouth. Make sure you keep your teeth out of the way." I instructed him. "The rest will come naturally."
His tongue ran around my head and down the underside where the tube is. Then he ran it back up and again circled my head right at the ridge. My cock head was glistening with his saliva. He looked up at me as if to say, "Oh, what the hell!", and lowered his mouth onto my cock. It felt so good I almost passed out. He went a little to far and almost gagged and then backed off to where he was comfortable.
"Just suck on it and move your tongue around." I said. "When you are comfortable with that, move up and down on the shaft."
He went nice and slow and began bobbing up and down. When he reached the top of his stroke he brushed his tongue around the top of my glans. As he went back down he pressed the tube on the underside with his tongue. This boy was a natural! I felt myself matching his movements with thrusts of my own and it seemed we were moving as a unit. I could feel myself working up to a big cum. I lightly clutched his head between my hands and let them rest there while he set the pace. It wouldn't be long now. The sight of his lips on my cock and his head bobbing up and down and the feel of his hair in my hands was getting to me.
He picked up the pace as he got more comfortable with the feeling and as my cock got more wet and slippery. He was into it. I could see he was enjoying it now. I felt that familiar feeling and my cock head started to swell.
"I'm almost there, James, I'm going to cum." I announced. He didn't back off or slow down. He seemed to apply even more suction and pressure with his tongue.
"Oh, God, here it is, James!" I managed to squeak out. I thrust forward and let loose with the most satisfying volley of semen I have shot off in ages. I have to give him credit. James stayed on it and I could see his cheeks filling up as the warmth of my cum surrounded my cock.
"Swallow, James!" I said. He gulped down the load I had squirted into his mouth and made room for the last few dribbles that came out. My cock began to soften and get sensitive and he let it flop out of his mouth. Finally he spoke.
"Wow" he said. "I never thought I would be doing that, but it felt so good. I hope I did all right. Did I?" he asked. He looked up into my eyes for a response.
"You did great!" I said. "I can't believe you were so good. Are you sure you've never done this before?"
"No, I've only seen it done in some porno flicks, but after I did what you told me it came naturally like you said it would," he said.
"Tell me, did you like it?" I asked. "Did you like my dick?"
"Well, at first I thought of just jerking you off, but then I thought, if he could do that for me and make me feel do damned good, the least I could do is try. When I started, I liked it right away. Your dick is so much like mine; just like I hope mine will be when I get older. It almost felt like I was doing it to myself!" he exclaimed.
"You didn't have to take my load in your mouth or swallow, you know." I said. "You could have finished me off with your hand or spit it out."
"I was too into it to even think of that." he said. "I've always been taught a a job worth doing is worth doing well!" He laughed. "I suppose that applies to a blow job, too!" We both laughed.
"It was a job well done, and that's the truth!" I said as I pulled my pants up and straightened myself away.
"There's just one problem." he said. He pointed to the front of his jeans and I could see his hard teenage cock outlined in his jeans. Ah, youth!
"Do you want me to take care of that for you, James?" I asked. I was hoping to get another chance at his cock before we left the job site..
"Yeah! If you don't mind." he said. "But I don't want to be on the ladder this time!"
"No problem! Just lean back and relax." I said. I was going to enjoy this kind of training.