Dedicated with affection to dudesweet (dude sweet at hot mail dot com), whom I hope is living something like this story right now; and josh (btomandback@hotmail.com), whose work has moved me, (and who deserves to be published!) I highly recommend their stories.
No real disclaimers, except that this is fiction -- with some real experiences occasionally woven in. The characters are composites, although somewhat based on several real high school classmates of mine. No names, but more on that at the end of the series.
I won't urge underage boys to avoid this site, or avoid this behavior. I think boys should have lots of sex, as often as possible -- as long as it's safe and healthy. Physically, and emotionally. That's important. And I think gay boys should have boyfriends, whenever they can.
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Naked with Connor -- part 3
We stayed resting like that, intertwined, for a long time; maybe ten whole minutes. Then I propped myself up on one elbow, and looked all around, slowly; at the lake, the shore, Connor.
"Wow," I said, softly.
"Hmmmm?"
"Look." I motioned with my head, at the whole scene. "No parents. No Zoe; no Megan. And," -- I paused a second -- "no Dylan."
Connor gave a kind of muffled laugh. "I searched the car before we left, just to make sure. Then I searched it again, after we got here. No Dylan."
"Smart boy." I lowered my head and kissed him, a warm, comfortable kiss; then I got up, and padded down to the shore, to splash water on my front a little, to clean up.
As I was bent over washing I heard a "Whoop!" sound, and Connor launched himself into the water in a kind of half-cannonball, drenching me good.
"Hey!" I splashed an armful of water at him, and of course he pulled me in completely, and we wrestled around a little. Not being too shy about rubbing or touching.
I made it a point to tweak his nipples once or twice, and he goosed my butt pretty thoroughly. But I didn't grab his balls; some things are a little too risky, when you wrestle naked.
Wrestling naked is fun.
Connor got out of the water first, and went back to the soft grass again, plopping down on his back. I followed, but I stopped at his feet, just to look at him, my beautiful boyfriend.
"What are you doing?" His arm was shading his eyes as he looked up at me.
"Perving. On you. Jesus," I said, dropping to my knees, shaking my head. "Do you have any idea how hot you are? I mean, every part of you. Your feet -- " and I reached over and started stroking his left foot, really gently; all over, the soft sole of his foot, and his toes, the arch, the heel, and his foot flexed in my hand -- "and your ankles -- " and I let my fingers begin to brush up his left ankle . . .
Connor didn't say anything; he just kept looking at me, face still, as I kept lightly stroking and exploring his body, his WHOLE body, the way I'd always wanted to; squeezing here, caressing there, telling him what I liked about it. His chest, his beautiful pecs just swelling a little, with his brown nipples, so warm, so soft, - although they got hard as I played with them -- and so vulnerable.
His hands; I played with this hands a lot, lightly massaging them, kissing his fingers, his palms. His arms; my fingers up his wrists, over his biceps, onto his shoulders, trailing into his armpits, making him shiver again. Then his front, again, down his slender tummy to the top of his thighs, one whole smooth run of bare skin and muscle.
We were both hard again. His dick was bouncing a little on his stomach, leaving little dots of precum as he leaked.
I left his genitals for last.
"And your balls -- God, your balls," I breathed, taking them in my hand. "They're just so cool. So smooth." I looked up at his face. "Do you have any IDEA how cool your balls are? Your scrotum, I mean." I was totally serious.
"Ooohhhhh . . . "
I kept fingering his balls, just lightly stroking that smooth, delicate skin with the fingertips of one hand, while holding them gently with my other hand. I was in a huge sexual rush; Connor lying so totally bare in front of me, spread-legged, so naked and vulnerable and hard, trusting me with his balls in my hands, leaking, twitching --
I leaned down and gently licked his balls, and he really shuddered. I did it again, using my lips and my tongue both this time, and he moaned, and opened his legs wider; and I licked up the place where his leg joined his groin, then went back to his beautiful, beautiful balls.
I left off his balls, and slowly, deliberately licked up his beautiful dick in one long, slow swipe, and he sort of did a stomach crunch, and put his hands on my head, gently, and whispered "Wait!"
"Why? What -- "
"Okay," he breathed, after a second. "I almost came again. But it's okay now."
I smiled back up at him, kissed his groin on either side of his dick, and went back to it.
Connor has the perfect dick. Penis; cock; whatever.
I'm not obsessive about dicks; if I'm going to be that way, it's about butts. At least, Connor's butt; but I'll tell you more about that, later.
But his dick really IS perfect. It's a work of art. Just the right size (for me); big head, circumcised; curves a little up --
I don't know. It's just really beautiful; aesthetically perfect.
If you like dicks -- you'll know what I mean.
It was so perfect, I just had to lift it up off his stomach, so it pointed up at the sky, and admire it.
I squeezed it -- just a little, and another drop of precum appeared right at the tip, sparkling in the sun. So, I pursed my lips, and soft of pushed my tongue out a little, making a sort of little cup out of my mouth, and smacked at the head of dick -- just the head, for now -- making sure to get that drop.
The head of his dick -- God, it was so smooth. And hard. And dark.
His precum tasted good! There wasn't a lot of it; but I get a definite taste of it, on the flat part of my tongue. Thick; a little creamy, a little salty. Good.
And he moaned again, and arched his back up, and there was no place on the world I'd rather have been, just at that moment.
I pulled off, looking at his wet, slick cockhead glistening in the sun, thinking that I'd done that; then I licked up the shaft again, slowly.
Another moan.
I pursed my lips again, kissing and massaging the head of his dick with my wet lips and tongue; then I went farther down his shaft, slowly, working my tongue on the head and the underside of his shaft as I went.
"Arrrrrrrhhhhh -- " Connor gave a kind of rising growl; and then he scrambled around, moving on his side, pulling me over, and in a second his face was in my crotch.
Wow.
Recommended sensation; your boyfriend's warm breath, on your balls, outdoors with a breeze blowing over you. Just amazing . . .
Second recommendation; his chin working the place behind your balls (the perineum -- I looked it up), followed by his tongue. And then that same tongue lapping at your balls --
You get the idea.
Connor and I began doing the same things to each other, at almost the same time. And in a couple of minutes, we were really into doing it. Sucking each other, I mean.
I remember that first time, really well.
I have to say -- it really wasn't what I expected. Getting sucked, I mean.
I guess I was expecting -- I don't know. I mean, you read a lot about the scalding-hot- love-tunnel kind of experience, right? Vacuuming down cum from aching balls?
It wasn't like that. It was -- different.
I guess I was used to my hand. REALLY used to it. I mean, I've jacked off -- thousands of times? (How many years, how many times each day - ? Maybe I don't want to do the math.)
This was different.
I remember thinking; it feels so WET. On my dick, I mean. And really kind of -- well, light. Feathery. Sort of ghostly. Not hot; warm, then cool in the breeze, when Connor pulled his head back, then slick and warm when he went down the shaft again.
Wonderful; oh, absolutely wonderful. But different.
I've gotten more used to it, since then. And getting more used to it has been, really, really FUN. But it felt really new, back then.
And then there was Connor's beautiful dick in my mouth.
First confession. I couldn't deep throat him worth anything. (I'm still working on that, actually.)
Second confession. I really, really, really liked having his dick in my mouth. A lot.
I liked the way it tasted; skin taste on the shaft, not really so on the head. I liked the firmness of it. The smoothness. The way his skin so easily slid around, on his shaft.
I LOVED licking up precum from the tip.
And I loved that it was Connor. And that I was doing it to him. As he was doing it to me.
Anyway.
In a perfect world, I'd be able to report that we came simultaneously, sending our gallons of semen down each others' throats at exactly the same moment.
The truth was less stereotypical; but to me it was a lot hotter.
I still jack off to the memory, sometimes.
Connor came first. He actually sort of grabbed his dick, - gently; he pushed me away gently -- and stroked a few times, while I sort of licked around the tip of his dick, without accomplishing much --
And then it was coming out all over my face. Warm; fragrant. (Yeah, Connor's come smells good! I'm not making it up; so sue me!) I tried to get some in my mouth, and got a little, but lost most of it.
And bless his horny heart, of course he stopped doing me while he was spurting, but almost right away, he started slurping on me again --
I pushed his face away too, gently; and started jacking myself.
And having more sense than me, Connor began licking my balls, while I jacked. Long, sensuous licks, his warm, wet tongue on my balls . . . .
That set me off. In about three strokes.
If you've never tried that -- you should. Connor still gets me off that way, sometimes . . .
Anyway.
I made a real mess on his chest, and on my own leg. It was so, so much the best orgasm I'd ever had in my entire lift, to that point. I came so hard, my balls hurt, after. A kind of nice hurt; maybe you've felt it.
We lay like that for a little while, faces in each other's crotch, running our hands slowly over each other's bodies. Connor moved his lower leg forward and I used his thigh like a pillow; it was really comfortable. I kind of snuggled in to his dick and balls, smearing his semen back on him, making a purring sound. I shifted my leg forward the same way; his smooth cheek felt great on the inside of my thigh.
Warm breath on my balls again. I couldn't help myself; I shifted forward a bit, and Connor began just lightly kissing, nibbling, tonguing me, all over down there. Slowly; sleepily.
Connor's balls really are so nice. With everything right there in front of me like that, I couldn't help tonguing them again, more urgently. Licking the smoothness. Pressing my nose up, where his scrotum and his dick meet.
I wanted to go again; I really did.
"We should get back," said Connor, softly. It was weird, feeling his breath on my dick as he spoke.
"Hmmmm - ?" I made a noise, as I lapped at his balls, again. I felt him lift up on one elbow, and look down on me.
"We should get back. It's getting kind of late; and we have a ways to go." He ruffled my hair. "We have all night, after all. And tomorrow."
I looked up; he was right, it was looking later in the afternoon. And it had taken us more than an hour to get to this cove.
It kind of hit me, then. Here we were, stark naked, an hour away from our clothes, under the sun and sky, in one of the most beautiful places I'd every seen; and we'd just had -- well, fantastic sex. Out in the open, just like that.
I didn't exactly get hard again, because I'd never exactly gone soft; kind of halfway. But I started rebuilding that sexual rush feeling, again.
The next chapter is coming soon.
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