This is a work of fiction, pure and simple. It should not be taken as encouraging anything at all which is considered improper or illegal in your neighborhood. If you are under age you shouldn't be reading it anyway.
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SHOW TIME PART 3
I went out on to the landing as quietly as I could, and followed the sound of Phil's voice into what appeared to be his parents bedroom. He was talking on the phone.
"Yes mum............I'm alright mum, it's just a headache"
He gestured to me to be quiet, but that wasn't necessary since I had no intention of making a sound. I looked at him and drooled. Naked, superb body, cock flaccid but still fat so that I could see its tip peeping out from his foreskin and the shape of the head wrapped neatly inside it.
I knelt in front of him and very gently tongued the tip, licking away a drop of fluid that was sitting there. He jumped.
"Really mum there's xxxxxxxx nothing to worry about. Yes I know I made a gasp - just a twinge but it's nothing. I'll xxxxxxx go back to bed in a minute"
I don't know any way to write the gasps he made except xxxxxxxx.
By this time his cockhead was emerging from its wrapping and I could lick it. I've never tasted anything so delicious in my life, and the texture was wonderful. Most exciting, though, it was growing even as I tongued it.
Phil's face was a joy to see. He was trying desperately to make conversation with his mother whilst attempting not to let the reactions to my tongue affect his voice.
I ran my tongue round the ridge.
"No, mum, I'm fine, really I'm fine. There's absolutely no need for you to come home from work. I've rung my mate John from the Operatic. Today is his day off and I know he won't mind coming over. Yes mum. Yes mum. Mum, I think I heard the doorbell, must go that will be John. Bye Mum"
"Sweetheart." It was the first time I'd heard anything like that endearment from him and I thought something good was going to follow.
"You're a pig! An absolute and total pig!"
I nodded enthusiastically. I couldn't speak because I had Phil's cockhead in my mouth and was sucking it. Even if I had wanted to reply, I couldn't use my tongue for anything except caressing that glorious mouthful. My nods made him even more frantic and he grabbed my head and held it whilst he pushed further in. I gagged and he pulled back, but instinct took over and he pushed again and I felt that hard, smooth warm flesh in my throat. It was then that I realised that Phil had been saving up as well. He shuddered, his cock pulsed, and he shot what seemed like pints of spunk into my throat and mouth. It tasted marvellous.
I like to eat my own cum, but this was a subtly different flavour and the way it shot into my mouth, hot and fresh was quite different from licking it off my hand.
It made me come again into my sticky pants.
Phil pulled out and I stood up to kiss him, a deep tongue kiss with which I shared his own cum with him.
"What were you saying about being a pig? I just wanted to give you a little pleasure."
"You gave me a lot of pleasure, but can you imagine how hard it was to talk to mum with you doing that? It was a piggish things to do"
"I work at it! Now it's your turn to do some work. You promised to undress me and kiss my body and there's a lot of sticky to be cleaned up!"
I took hold of Phil's cock and started to pull him back to his own room - I had made two discoveries. First that men come equipped with the world's best lollipop which is a joy to suck, and secondly that we have a very useful built in handle. I have to admit that I didn't have to pull very hard to get him back to bed, and there at last he unbuckled my belt and slipped my jeans off, then almost had to peel my new underpants off. Phil started with the patches of spunk, licking me clean. His tongue teased and tickled my belly and made me shudder deep inside with the joy of it, then he began to kiss me with those luscious lips.
"You taste good".
"It's even better fresh - when are you going to try it?"
I made yet another discovery. Having come twice in less than an hour, I couldn't get hard again, but it didn't stop Phil from sucking and caressing me into half hardness. He cleaned my dick, pulling the foreskin back to wash underneath it with his mouth. Bliss, hard or not.
"We need a break. Let's go and make a coffee".
I picked up my pants.
"No, John, we've got the house to ourselves and no-one will be here till six. We spend the whole day bare. OK?"
"Phil, I've got a problem. These pants are going to set like cardboard. How do I explain that to my mum?
"I was going to ask you if I could keep them as a souvenir, anyway"
"Sorry. Mum made such a fuss about my wasting money on them she's bound to look for them in the wash, and if I tell her I've lost my new pants that will be harder to explain than cardboard knickers."
"We'll wash them and put them on the radiator, then. You've got all day for them to dry".
He led the way down to the kitchen and plugged in the kettle for coffee.
"Mum said that if you come I should invite you to stay for a meal when she gets home".
I dissolved with laughter.
"I've come twice already and hope to do it again. How many meals do I get?"
I don't think I have ever laughed as much as I did that day - everything seemed like a wonderful joke and Phil and I spent what seems like the whole day in a wonderful mixture of sex and fun.
I sat watching my lover making coffee, naked and beautiful.
"Phil, I'm getting hard again. Come over and play"
"Don't be greedy! Drink your coffee and behave".
"Phil, does all this mean that we are gay? I've never looked at another boy before and thought how I'd like to make love with him"
"I don't know, but it was you that turned me on so I'm the same. I'm just confused. All I know for certain is that I love you."
"I don't know much about what men do together. Where do we go from here? I know they like to fuck one another from behind, but my arse is very tight and your cock is huge. How do we do it? How can you get in?"
"Do you really want it?"
"Phil, I've dreamed of what it might be like to have you moving deep inside me, and the thought of you being there and what it might feel like has kept me awake every night since last Wednesday. Please, can we try?"
"I think we need something to lubricate ourselves. Any ideas?"
He started looking in the kitchen cupboards for inspiration, then started to hoot with laughter.
"How about this - Extra Virgin Olive Oil! How can you be extra virgin?"
"Use that if you like. Just stop me from being any kind of virgin."
More laughter, then he got the bottle down and poured a bit into his hand.
"Do you want to go first? I want it just as much as you do."
"I'm hard again, but I think you are harder. In any case, please, Phil, I'm desperate to give you my body. I want to take you as deep as I can inside and feel you moving there. Please, come inside me".
He rubbed the oil over his cock, then started to lubricate me. The feel of his hands in the crack of my buttocks was magic, and when he started to stroke my hole and the back of my balls it was like an electric shock. He carefully squeezed an oily finger inside me. It was a bit of a struggle.
I panicked.
"Phil, if I put a finger in my mouth it's nothing, but your cock nearly choked me. If it's that hard to put a finger inside me, I can't take all that meat you're waving about"
"Relax. Other people can do it. Do you want me to go first?"
"No, I want you in there but I'm scared."
All this time he had been working his finger in my arse, then as it became easier, another one.
"John, are you sure? Are you ready for me to try? I'm desperate to fuck you."
"Please, please fuck me. Do you want to do it from behind? I'd like to see your face if we can work out how to do it"
We went into the sitting room and put a towel on the carpet. Phil suggested that for this first time it might be easiest from behind, so I positioned myself on hands and knees with my legs as wide apart as I could and he began to probe, first with a couple of fingers, then I felt the hard head of his cock pressing against my hole. He pushed. Nothing happened. He pushed again, and slowly forced his knob into me. I groaned.
"It feels as if you are spitting me apart."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Never. If we chicken out now we'll never do it. I want more, please."
Phil pushed and I could feel the rod of hard flesh sliding deeper into my body. Suddenly he hit a spot - I didn't know what it was - that justified all the discomfort. It was bliss. He kept pushing, and I found myself pushing backwards to take more of him until I could feel his hair on my back.
"I said don't be greedy. I've no more to give you." Then with a note of real concern "Am I still hurting you?"
"Not like it was and it's wonderful to feel you in there. You're supposed to be doing all the work, not sitting there like a statue."
He pulled out a bit then began to move, slowly and gently at first, then as his body took over harder and faster, until all too soon I felt him spurt inside. Somehow, allowing Phil to enter me in this way seemed like the most wonderful way of giving myself to him that I could ever have thought of.
He pulled out. I was as hard as I had ever been in my life.
"Now it's my turn. You aren't the only one who wants a lover inside. Change places"
We used more oil and I began to stroke between his cheeks, then carefully pushed a finger inside. I knew a little more than Phil did now since I had just been on the receiving end, but we knew so little of how to pleasure each other. Another finger, trying to stretch that tight aperture, then a third.
"Please, John, cock, not fingers!"
I knelt behind him and positioned my cock, then began to push, and slowly forced the head of my cock into that tight space. The head slipped in and it was a little easier. John winced.
"Am I hurting you, love? Remember, I know what it's like."
"Shut up and push. We can talk later".
He pushed back on to me and I pushed as hard as I could, and felt myself sliding deeper and deeper into that lovely body. I could go no further unless I got my balls in too, and still he wanted more. I began to move, but almost before I had started I came. I was mortified.
"John, that was lovely."
"It can't be. I barely started and I've come. I wanted to give you so much." I was near to tears.
"We've got all day and all our lives to practice. Stay there, please, so I can feel you inside, then we'll talk"
He lowered himself to the ground with me following, and I lay content across my lover's back.
Part 4 follows in due course. Comments, observations or suggestions to jon60@hotmail.com
Thanks for all the kind remarks so far.