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On background from Chapters 1 and 2, Mark Jenson sold his architectural firm in Hartford, CT and he and his wife Donna moved to the country in upstate NY so lead a more simple life. Mark Jenson met an 18 year old local boy who had been taking care of the landscaping at his new house when the two of them started having a sexual relationship. Chapters 3 and 4 follow the continuation of the deeping of the relationship between Mark and Ryan and their journey through their exploration of gay sex.
An Uncomplicated Life Chapter 5
The morning brought a chill in the air, a precursor of fall weather. There were actually a few leaves that had fallen from the trees. When all the trees finally loose their leaves poor Ryan will have a lot of work cleaning them up.
My wife had called the night before and told me she would be flying in today at noon. I had a hard time getting to sleep thinking about her and how much I had missed her. I hadn't thought about her too much lately with everything going on with Ryan, but hearing her voice on the phone last night brought a rush of emotion and longing for her.
Ryan showed up around midmorning and he and I talked about the wood shop briefly. His father smiled when he told him about my plans and letting Ryan build some of his projects. It was the first time he can remember his father smiling in a long time. His father had started to be making progress on his recovery with the help of a physical therapist that specialized in stroke victims but when the insurance ran out they couldn't afford the therapist anymore. His father stopped making any recovery and was loosing some of the progress he had made.
I told Ryan my wife would be coming home today so no naked swimming and he had to be on his best behavior.
"No worries, Mr. Jenson. I'll just come and discreetly do my work. I'll head home when I'm finished so you two can have your privacy"
"No, you don't have to avoid us. That might make her think something is going on. Which it isn't. Well, you know what I mean. Well . . ., I ah . . ."
I was stammering and trying to find the right words to let him know not to do or say anything that would give away what had happened between us the last few weeks, what ever the hell that was. The start of a gay relationship? Two horny guys playing around? Oh shit, this is way to confusing and complicated for me right now.
"I understand Mr. Jenson, I'll be cool."
"Remember I told you to call me Mark, not Mr. Jenson?"
"Just practicing to be friendly but formal, . . . Mr. Jenson."
I smiled and felt a little better knowing this was going to be a well kept secret between us. I headed of to the airport to pick up Donna. When she came through the gate I ran to meet her and we embraced in a long and tight hug. It felt so good to be back in the arms of the woman I loved. We picked up her luggage and headed home. She couldn't stop talking about how well her trip had gone. The business is the major employer in a small town and had very successful until the owner's son took over after his father's sudden death. The son had been working in the business but not long enough to fully understand what it took to run it and it was in deep financial trouble. The local bank had been bought out by a large multinational baking conglomerate but was not looking to close the business. The large bank was one of the few she had worked with that understood if you close a major employer in small town, you loose depositors, people can't repay their loans and mortgages and it damages the banks reputation for future business. They weren't going to jeopardize their equity in the business but were very open to discuss ways to salvage the business and see it succeed again. If Donna could pull this off, the bank said they would be glad to recommend her to other companies they were doing business with that might need her guidance.
When we arrived home, I took her bags in the house. On the dining room table was a large arrangement of flowers picked from the gardens around the house. In the kitchen there was another smaller bouquet on the breakfast table. And upstairs in her office was a single red rose with a note saying 'Welcome Home'. She teared up a little and gave me another long and tight hug, then a deep kiss.
"Oh, the flowers are lovely. Thank you for being so thoughtful."
"To be honest with you, it wasn't me who put the flowers out. It had to be Ryan. Sorry I didn't think of it but I was too excited to get to the airport and pick you up."
"Well then, give Ryan my thanks, but you don't have to give him the hug and the kiss", she said with a laugh.
Thinking to myself, I might just do that after all.
We went back downstairs for something to eat and Ryan knocked on the front door. I answered it with my wife just behind me.
"I put the flowers out just as you asked me, Mr. Jenson"
My wife pushed past me and gave Ryan a quick hug.
"Thank you very much Ryan, it made me so glad to be home. But Mark already told me it was your idea for the flowers, not his. You are such a gentleman, and a terrible liar" she laughed.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jenson. I won't do it again. But it is really nice to have you back home."
"Thank you. And call me Donna. And drop the Mr. Jenson business as well. Call my husband Mark and if he doesn't like it, tell him I said so."
"Thank you, Mrs. Jenson. I mean Donna"
Ryan shot me a glance as she turned and gave me a wink. Well played, Ryan.
Ryan left to go home and my wife and I went upstairs and made mad passionate love all afternoon. It was such a great feeling, more of comfort and the way life should be with the woman I love than pure meaningless sex. The encounters I had with Ryan were animal lust more than anything else but there was an uncomfortable undercurrent of feelings associated with it.
The next ten days were a mix of spending quality time with my wife and her and I hold up in our respective offices, her laying out the next phase of her turnaround process and me planning the layout and timetable for the wood shop project. I told Donna about my idea for the wood shop and she was very excited about it. She said it would give me something to do with my time and if Ryan were involved it would give me someone to keep me company when she was traveling. Ryan would come and do his work and check in before he left to see if there was anything else that Donna or I wanted done. Donna would always invite him in for a snack or the very least a cool drink. His visits in the house were cordial, chatty but brief. One day when he had left Donna remarked what a nice young man he was and she was so glad he and I got along so well. Yes, I am fortunate for sure.
I met with the contractor with Donna and went over the plans for the alterations to the barn. Donna was leaving the next day for another trip to Texas and I was going to visit Frank in Connecticut for a week to start my "apprenticeship" with him. There was a lot of stuff to be cleaned out of the barn before work could begin, some good but mostly accumulated junk. I ordered a dumpster and Ryan met me early the next morning to start cleaning. We stood in the door and looked at the task ahead of us. We talked about how much work it would be to convert this messy barn into a modern wood working shop.
"It will be a lot of work, Mark, but it's always worth it in the end." And with that comment he slapped my ass, gave me big smile and a wink and walked in to start cleaning.
Was that just a 'football' player slap on the ass? Or did the comment 'worth it in the end' have a hidden meaning to it? The smile and the wink? Dam, I wish I didn't over think every little thing and just went with the flow.
We spent three hard days throwing junk in the dumpster, sorting out some good stuff and clearing the front three quarters of the barn so the contractors could begin work next week while I was in CT. At the end of each day we were sweaty, filthy and tired. Ryan said his mother made him bring a fresh change of clothes after the first day so he wouldn't track all that dirt in her house. By the end of the third day, Ryan was complaining how sore he was from all the heavy lifting. I was equally as sore not being used to so much physical labor. Ryan reached over and started to rub my shoulders.
"Guess we both could use a good rub down to get rid of the kinks."
"Mmmm, that does feel good. But I think you're just rubbing more dirt into my shoulders."
"You're right. Do you mind of I take a shower before I change and head home?"
"Not at all. You can use the shower in the guest room and I'll use the shower in my room"
We closed up the barn and headed into the house. I showed Ryan the guest bathroom and towels and I went to my room to shower. When I came out, Ryan had finished already and was lying on my bed with his towel wrapped around his waist. He got up and came over and started rubbing my shoulders again.
"No dirt to worry about now. Lay down and I'll finish your rubdown and then you can do me."
I laid face down on my bed with my towel still wrapped around me. Feeling clean and fresh, it didn't take long for my cock to start to stiffen as Ryan's strong hands went to work on my shoulders, arms and back. As he got to my ass, he pulled off the towels and kneaded my ass cheeks and then moved down to my leg muscles. He went high on my thighs and touched my stiff cock but made to attempt to fondle it or touch it more than necessary to massage my legs. Then he told me to turn over so he could finish. As I turned over, my stiff cock sprang up in the air. Ryan just smiled and laughed and commented I must be enjoying the massage. I blushed and said he was doing a great job. He finished my massage in almost a professional manner, bumping my cock with his arms or hands a few times but no overt attention to it. I was a little disappointed but also relieved that we could behave like adults without going all sexual. No, I was more disappointed that anything else.
Now it was his turn. He removed his towel and already had a stiff cock sticking out from between his legs.
"Looks like you're having as good a time as I did, Ryan" I remarked with a chuckle.
"Ya, I just know you're going to do as good a job, if not better."
Ryan lay on his stomach and tried to position his stiff cock as comfortably as he could. I went to work on his shoulders and the rest of his backside as he had done to me. But I spent a little more time on his ass. As I massage his cheeks, I let my fingers go deep between his cheeks and rub over his pink hole. He'd let out a low moan and wiggle his ass every time I did that. Then when I rubbed his inner thighs I made a purposeful contact with his hard cock or his balls. He spread his legs open to give me a better access but I teasingly moved back down his leg. Then I told him to turn over and let me finish. As he rolled over and his stiff cock was freed, he rubbed it a few times and commented that felt better. I couldn't resist and stroked it a few times and asked if that felt better.
"Mmmm, oh yes, for sure" was his reply as he closed his eyes, spread his legs open a little further and reached out to touch my thigh.
I was slowly stroking his cock with one hand while running my other hand over his tight smooth skin. He had reached further and rubbed the inside of my thigh then every so lightly started playing with my cock. I was so stiff at his touch it almost hurt. I rolled towards him so he had a more comfortable position to reach my cock. He started stroking my slowly at about the same pace as I was. As I looked at his cock I could see he was leaking some precum. A thought hit me and I was so horny I figured it was now or never. I bent down, stuck out my tongue and licked a taste of his precum off the tip of his cock.
"Taste good does it?" Ryan asked quietly.
"So far, so good."
I milked his cock a few times to get some more precum on the tip and licked that off as well. Every time my tongue licked his cock he would gasp a little and raise his ass off the bed to make his cock come to meet me.
It was now or never
I leaned in and slide my mouth down over his cock, taking as much of it as I could in one thrust. I went a little too deep and gagged.
"Oh shit, that feels great. But pace yourself, don't take it all at once" Ryan snickered.
I kept working up and down on his cock, trying to go a little deeper each time without gagging. As I was doing his cock, I reached up and pinched his nipples with my other hand. He was wiggling and writhing on the bed as he stroked my cock and keep muttering encouragement to me. I was getting close to cumming, trying to picture this whole scenario, me lying naked with a hot teenager sucking his cock as he was stroking my cock. I moved my other hand down to fondle his balls which we all wet with the saliva running out of my mouth as I sucked faster and faster on his throbbing cock. I followed the trail of saliva down beneath his balls to his virgin ass. My fingers were already wet and as I massaged his hole, it was easy to slip one finger in. Ryan was bucking on the bed as I finger fucked his ass and sucked deeper on his cock. I felt his sphincter tighten on my finger, he thrust up his hips and shot a huge load of cum into my mouth and down my throat. The force and amount of cum was way more than I expected and I gagged a little and a lot of it ran out the sides of my mouth. I kept my mouth on his cock and let him fuck my mouth, the cum running out and down his crotch. At the same time I just exploded with my own orgasm and sprayed my cum all over Ryan's hand and arm and his side.
I rolled over and lay on my back, panting and breathing deep and heavy. I was licking my lips and getting the last taste of this boys sweet salty cum. Ryan was also breathing heavy and commented that was the best massage he had ever had. My mind was racing with emotions; elation, satisfaction, pleasure, remorse, fear and anxiety. All at the same time.
"Well," I replied "it was the first time I have ever done that."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, I think I did. All of it. And Sara was right."
We both laughed and went back to the showers to clean up. Ryan got dressed and headed home.
"I have to leave but we can talk about this tomorrow if you'd like"
"No Ryan, I think I'm OK with things, if you are?" I lied completely.
"Yup, just two good friends relaxing after a hard days work"
Ryan left and came back the next morning to meet with the contractor and me. I explained that I would be out of town for a week or so and Ryan would be the immediate contact if anything came up. I could be reached if necessary but I would be busy and Ryan could make decisions in my place. I told the contractor that he could put Ryan to work if he needed an extra hand, or not, as the situation called for it. I gave Ryan a new cell phone I had bought so we could keep in touch.
"Call me if you need anything. And call at the end of each day to keep me up to date on the progress. If I'm busy and can't answer, just send a text and I'll get to it later."
With that, I got in my car and drove to CT to meet up with Frank. I got a hotel room and unpacked my things. Ryan called at 5:00 as we had arranged and filled me in on the days progress. Everything was going according to plan. I went out to get something to eat and then came back to the hotel and turned in early. At 10 I heard the phone buzz and it was a text from Ryan.
"Good night", was all it said.
Half asleep I just smiled, got a warm feeling and texted back,
"Sweet Dreams."
An Uncomplicated Life Chapter 6
I awoke early and jumped in the shower. I was thinking about the text from Ryan last night. And then my mind raced back to the scene in the bedroom exchanging massages. My cock immediately stiffened and as much as I tried to get my train of thought on the day ahead, I finally gave in and stroked one out, shooting a satisfying load of cum across the shower. My boner went away but not my thoughts of Ryan.
I dressed in my work clothes and headed out for a quick breakfast before meeting Frank at his shop. He was already inside laying out his work for the day. The shop had the familiar smell of fresh cut wood and sawdust even though it was clean as can be. Frank believed in a clean and organized work environment. He went over some basics of the machinery and the projects he had lined up for me for the week. The week went quickly and I learned a lot in that short time. With my knowledge of how things should be built and Frank's knowledge of joinery, we made a good team. On Saturday he spent the day discussing how to lay out a wood shop efficiently and what equipment I would need. We perused sites on the Internet for the best choices for equipment, some high end and quality, some just run of the mill, and had a complete list by the end of the day. Frank wished me good luck and told me to call him if I had any more questions or ran into any problems. I thanked him and asked him how I could repay him for his efforts.
"Take that boy Ryan you told me about under your wing and pass along your skills to him so the trade will continue to the next generation. That's all I ask".
"I've seen some of his work and he has great potential."
On Sunday my former associates and their wives picked me up at my hotel and we all went out to dinner together. It was great seeing them again and catching up on the business and their families as well. One of their wives worked at one of the hospitals we built. She told me about a physical therapist we both knew, Gail, who was applying for a grant from Yale Medical School to do field research on a new approach to ongoing physical therapy that involved working remotely with patients in rural areas. She told me I should call her now that I'm living 'out in the sticks'. We all laughed but I said I was glad to be of any help if I could. After desserts and drinks we ended the evening and I went back to my hotel. I would be leaving in the morning but promised to call Gail before I left. I was glad they had given me a ride as I had enjoyed the wine after dinner and was a little tipsy so I headed right to bed. About 10 my phone rang with a text from Ryan.
"Hurry home" with a smiley face at the end of the text.
At first I imagined something must have gone wrong on the project. Or something had happened with his family. But the smiley face put those fears to rest.
"Problems?" I texted back.
"Nothing you can't fix when you get here" with another smiley face.
I was half asleep and a little drunk and couldn't exactly get his meaning from this but the smiley faces assured me it was not dire so I rolled over to go back to sleep. I was dozing off thinking about getting home and seeing Ryan when my cock got half stiff. I stroked it a little but the booze and exhaustion took its toll and I just drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I called Ryan to see what his text the night before was all about. He made light of it by saying he was just anxious to have me see the progress on the wood shop. I asked him about the comment 'nothing you can't fix'?
"Oh that. Well, just anxious to have you home again. Getting lonely around here, that's all"
I told him I'd be home mid afternoon and would text him a more exact time when I got on the road. I called Gail, the physical therapist, to ask about her grant and what I could do to help. She explained that insurance costs run up because physical therapy takes numerous office visits and is sometimes a long process. It can take even longer for a full recovery for patients in rural areas who can't get to a therapist's office frequent enough for a quick recovery. She has been working on a program to initiate the therapy one on one with the patient and then work with them to continue the therapy at home, either by themselves or with the help of a home helper or through video conferencing. I know of some of her work with some of the men who have been injured on our job sites.
"What can I do to help?"
"Two things. First, if you could write a recommendation for me about my practice and my success rate with my patients. Second, the grant I'm applying for is paid in part by Yale and in part by the insurance industry, and would give me the funds to conduct a two year in field study in rural areas to evaluate the success of such a program. I have done some research and your area in upstate NY would be a perfect location for this. I have a town picked out about 40 miles from you. Any help you could give in introducing me to the local people would be greatly appreciated."
"I'd be glad to do both. I haven't been in the area too long but I do have some contacts. I know of one man in particular who had a stroke and was getting rehabilitative therapy until his insurance ran out and he has gone backwards in his recovery ever since. I'm not sure if that would interest you?"
"That would be a perfect example of what I'm trying to prevent."
She gave me the particulars of where to send my recommendation and other information. I hung up and started to pack. I didn't take a morning shower or stop to eat breakfast as I was in a hurry to get back home to the project. And Ryan. Once I was out of CT and on the NY turnpike, I texted Ryan I would be home around 2. His reply came back,
"Can't wait to see you."
His reply made me smile and gave me that familiar twinge between my legs, the results of that twinge was pushing down on the gas to speed up getting home.
I pulled in the driveway at 1:30 and went straight to the wood shop behind the house. Ryan was there, working along side the contractor's crew. He was shirtless, his upper body glistening with sweat and covered in sawdust. He had on a pair of short cut off jeans and his work boots, showing the maximum amount of his muscled legs as possible without being obscene. I got the urge to run right over and give him a long lustful hug but knew that would be a good idea in front of the crew. The foreman was the first to notice me.
"Welcome back, Mr. Jensen. Have a good trip?"
"Yes, very good. I see you made some great progress on the project. Ahead of schedule?"
"For sure. Ryan is one hell of a hard worker. I might try to steal him away from you when we're done here."
Ryan heard my voice and turned around to see me standing talking to the foreman. His face lite up like a kid on Christmas morning. He came over to us, trying to walk casually but I could sense the quickness in his steps.
"Welcome home, Mark. What do you think of the progress we've made while you were gone?"
"Everything looks fantastic!" I replied as I looked directly into Ryan's eyes and smiled before glancing quickly at the barn.
"Ryan's work ethic on this site made everyone of my guys work that much harder and faster so this kid wouldn't show them up. I think I'll seriously offer him a job with us if he's interested."
"He's no kid, he a young man. And a dam good one at that" I answered the foreman.
"Thanks for the offer but I'm staying right here and have no intentions of moving on" Ryan explained to the foreman.
I smiled and that comment made me feel warm inside. My emotions were going crazy, being home, seeing Ryan and his intentions on staying around.
"If you can spare Ryan, I want to go over the equipment plans for the shop"
Ryan and I headed up to the house to go over the equipment plans. But as soon as we were inside the kitchen and the door closed, Ryan came to me and gave me one of his tight sensual hugs. Our mouths met and we kissed long and deep, running our hands over each other's bodies as we did. We broke for a breath of air and Ryan said quietly,
"This is the problem I knew you could fix when you got home. I missed you so much and wanted to hold you in my arms and kiss you and you'd promise me you'd never leave me again for so long."
I had missed him as well but hearing him proclaim his feelings this way took me by surprise. If I was to be honest to myself I suppose I felt much the same way about Ryan . . . and my wife. Donna and I had express similar sentiments after she returned from her business trips. Was I in love with two people, Ryan and my wife? This was getting harder and harder to understand. And speaking of harder, so weren't our cocks. After a few more minutes of hugging and kissing, Ryan broke off and said he had to get back to work. He didn't want to crew to think anything was amiss but I assured him that they would think we were still discussing wood working machinery. But being discreet as usual, he gave me one last kiss and said "until later" and went back to work.
I stood in the kitchen, my mind in a whirl. I so wanted Ryan to stay in the house and we could get naked and get each other off, one way or another. But then I realized how gay that sounded. Was it gay? Looking out at the crew would I want to get naked with any of them? There were some nice looking men in my back yard but none I'd want to get naked with or see naked. So if not gay thoughts about Ryan, was it more than just lust for a male body? Had our friendship developed into more? And what about Donna? Where did she play into this? Would Ryan replace her as my object of affection? Would I be able to juggle deep feelings for two people, not a brother or sister kind of feelings, but as lovers? Given Ryan's reaction to me coming home, would I be able to slow things down with him until I figured this all out?
What a complicated fucking mess I've gotten myself into!
When the crew was done at the end of day, Ryan put away his tools and jogged briskly up to the house. I was in my office going over my notes from Frank. I didn't hear Ryan come up stairs until he cleared his throat as his stood at the doorway to my office.
"So stranger, you get around these parts much?" Ryan said in a drawl.
"Not as often as I'd like to. Brings those parts over here."
Ryan came over to me and we hugged and kissed. I stepped back from him,
"You're disgusting. Sweaty, smelly and covered in dirt and sawdust."
"Mind if I take a shower here before I go home?"
"I rushed out of my hotel to get home and didn't get my morning shower so I guess we both need to clean up."
"I'll use the guest room shower. I know where it is."
"We both need a shower so why don't we shower together?"
I'm not entirely sure where that suggestion came from but I was glad I said it.
"Perfect" Ryan replied with a big grin on his face.
We went into my room and tore our clothes off. I set the water and we got in the shower. We hugged and kissed and rubbed our wet bodies together. We both had stiff cocks before we even got in the shower so our hands naturally gravitated there. I reached for the soap with my other hand and started soaping Ryan strong chest. He didn't have much chest hair, more of a blonde peach fuzz but the wetness from the shower made it darker and show up more. As I lathered down his chest and stomach, I reached his 7" cock and used both hands to soap work it and then soap his balls. He was staring into my eyes and all of this felt so right and natural. He took the soap from my hands and lathered up my front, spending ample time on my cock and balls. Then he turned me around to face the wall and washed my back. When he got down to my ass, he slowly slide his slippery soapy hand up and down in my ass crack. As he ran his finger over my anus, I thought to myself, 'yes, please explore there'. I no sooner had that thought than I could feel his finger wiggle around my hole and then slide in. I moaned loudly and threw my head back.
"You like that?"
"Dam, that feels so nasty yet so fucking hot!"
Then he grabbed his soapy cock and rubbed it up and down my ass crack in place of his hands. It was so hot. He put his cock against my hole and wiggled it a little and applied some slight pressure. My sphincter tightened at this attempted intrusion unlike his finger.
"I won't go any further. I don't want us getting to excited and falling down in here and getting hurt. Be difficult to explain" he softly mumbled, then reach around in front of me and stroked my cock some more.
I turned around and kissed him and told him it was his turn against the wall. I soaped his back and then likewise with his ass. I followed his lead and worked my hand up and down his ass crack. I pushed one finger against his hole and at first it was tight and resisted.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing back there?"
"I'm sticking my finger up your ass and getting it ready to someday stick my cock up there."
"Oh, ok' Ryan said with a smirk on his face.
I had never in my life contemplated fucking another guy's ass but the moment I said that my cock got even stiffer than it was, if that was even possible. I stopped thinking about what I had just said and pushed my finger up his ass as Ryan loosen his muscles and let me enter. It felt different than a pussy but fine. I pushed and poked and wiggled as Ryan moaned and thrust his ass back on my finger. I pulled my finger out and started massaging his hole with my cock. I wasn't sure if I was ready to fuck him but it was getting more and more difficult to refrain from shoving my cock in hard and deep. But I assumed that would be painful and I didn't want his first time to be a bad experience. Ryan pushed his ass back against my cock and the tip was putting pressure against his hole. His anus was relaxed and my cock was starting to enter him. He wiggle his ass from side to side and then pulled forward.
"Not now, we're not ready yet".
I was disappointed but relieved at the same time. We rinsed off and went to the bed to retrieve our clothes. Well, not quite yet. Ryan pushed me back on the bed as he kneeled beside it. He raised my legs up over his shoulders and began to lick my balls and my cock. Just as I thought he was going to take my cock in his mouth, he lowered his head and licked my hole. Holy shit, this is disgusting, but so totally erotic. I writhed around as he pushed his tongue against my anus all the while running his hands over my upper body. I tensed and relaxed my ass muscles and he pushed harder every time I relaxed. His hand came down from my chest and stroked my cock and he continued to lick and tongue my ass. I was in such ecstacey I blurted out,
"Are you going to fuck me or what?"
Never in my wildest or most perverted thoughts had I ever thought about me getting fucked by a guy. But at that moment it just felt like the next natural thing to do.
"Not yet, I told you we're not ready. But someday soon"
With the thought of his hard cock going up my ass and the feelings of Ryan's tongue in my hole, I shoot my load sending my cum all over Ryan and myself.
"Sorry I didn't wait but that was just too many sensations to suppress"
"I'm glad to enjoyed it all. I wasn't sure you would but I had to try. I missed you so much and just wanted to please you in any way I could. Sara did the tongue thing to me and I almost lost my mind it felt so fantastic."
"Should I be sending Sara a thank you card or flowers or something?" I smirked.
"No, its I who should thank her for my sexual awakening"
I reached down and stroked Ryan's stiff cock. I turned around so I could reach his cock with my mouth and opened my mouth to take his cock.
"Are you sure you want to do this again? The first time was out of curiosity, wasn't it?"
"And this time is for practice so I can get good at it"
I took his cock and started slowly sucking him and then went faster as his breathing increased. I knew it wouldn't take him long to cum and I was right. His hips were bucking, his legs tightened straight out and he was yelling "Oh fuck yes, suck me, suck me" as he filled my mouth with his sweet nectar.
As he caught his breath, Ryan muttered,
"That was awesome! You don't need any more practice; you've got it right. So just keep doing what you're doing. I've missed you so much and glad you're home."
"Me too."
We settled into each other's arms for some quiet time.
"Is that why you texted me that first night I was gone?"
"Yes. Your reply of 'sweet dreams was good but not 100% correct. It was more like 'wet dreams. I woke up in the middle of the night dreaming about you and having an orgasm. I've never had a wet dream before so that was another first with you"
Ryan remembered he had to be home. We washed up and Ryan left with a parting kiss and said he couldn't come tomorrow so would I tell the foreman he wouldn't be working on the crew.
I told him I'd take care of it and gave him another kiss. I stood at the door watching him jog away and felt conflicted about loving an 18 year old neighbor but it just felt so dam good I just smiled to myself and went inside.