Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 50
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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Sorry about yet another mistake in the last chapter. Louise was NOT in the room when Ron was losing his foot-fucking virginity. Damn! Getting names wrong again! Linda/Louise. Fuck, I must try harder.
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Oh my God!!! 50 Chapters!
After I'd eaten breakfast I checked my texts. First, my 'normal' phone. Nothing.
I pinged Louise a message.
"Good morning! You wanna talk?"
I waited a few minutes. I saw a reply notification on screen. I opened the message.
"Not now. Tired. Nathan wouldn't sleep. Mom is taking them out to breakfast. Call me lunchtime."
Fine, I thought. Now to check my 'other' phone.
I turned it on. After about thirty seconds, two beeps.
Rudy.
"Sorry, man. Stuff just happened. I can explain. Please let's keep Billy out of it."
Then the second message.
"Hope we can work things out. Call me when you are ready to talk."
I turned the phone off, and decided it was time to head to the office.
==
It was a boring day at work. I called Louise at lunchtime. The conversation was not overly friendly. In fact, Louise finished the call by asking me to wait until she was home before we spoke again. I wondered if she suspected I'd been up to no good? But how could she know, she hadn't called me again after we'd last talked. I put it down to her having had a shit night's sleep. Then it occurred to me that possibly Rudy had messaged her to say I'd texted. That sounded more plausible. Shit.
Late afternoon I got an email from Linda Ware thanking me for dinner. She mentioned she'd be in touch if her or her web people needed more information. The correspondence was brusque but polite. Professional. No reference to what had happened at her place. Not even an indirect reference. But what had I expected?
I guessed that the happenings of the previous night were most likely a one- off. Which kind of suited me if truth be told. My ego would survive. Although the high-heel masturbation thing had really turned me on. I started daydreaming about it, imagining a really hot tranny whore doing it. To herself, and to me. At one stage I thought about going to the mens' room and jacking off. I resisted the urge. I wondered if Louise had any stiletto heels back home.
==
I left the office early and got home shortly after 5:30pm.
I got changed into a loose pair of chinos and a polo shirt. Then I had something to eat - frozen lasagna. I had a beer while I ate. After I finished, I set the dishwasher. There was three days' worth of stuff to be done.
Finally, I sat down on the sofa, and wondered what to do tonight.
My phone pinged and a text from Louise reminded me to take the meat out of the freezer. I'd almost forgotten my dinner date with Cara tomorrow. Then another text popped up. "And don't forget to buy A1 Steak Sauce".
Ten minutes after I'd put out the steak to defrost, I decided that tonight was probably a good night to 'cruise' the web. Revisit old times. I went upstairs to my 'work room', more like a closet, and logged onto my laptop. I set up a new Gmail address. Then I re-signed up to a couple of chat/contact sites I'd used in the past. Ones that didn't require credit card details. A few minutes later I was all set.
I logged into the first chat site I opened as the newly created member, 'PeterWestchester'. I was running my browser fully incognito, but after Louise finding out previously about my dirty web habits, I wasn't taking any chances with a handle that could even remotely identify me. 'RonNYTVadmirer' was history.
I went into a few chatrooms. Including 'Meet tonight'. If there was no action, I'd try the other website I'd signed up to.
I had a few shit chats for the first twenty minutes. One-liners. Fucking textspeak. And lots of 'Wanna cam' or 'Wanna pvt' with no introduction.
Then I got hit on by a user called Satyr69. The conversation was better, and he at least seemed to have read my hastily prepared profile. And no textspeak. I got a ping on another chat from a user called JaquiNyackTV.
Both chats were in the 'Virtual meets' room. And both users told me they were crossdressers. So they'd for sure looked at the 'TV admirer' tag on my profile.
Satyr69 said he wore his wife's underwear, but was 'not convincing'. Jaqui described herself as a 'hot tranny slut'. Jaqui sounded the more promising but Satyr69 was more talkative.
After a few minutes, of 'What are you into / I'm into ..' chat tennis, Satyr69 asked me to 'cam'.
PeterWestchester : Sorry, can't do that
Satyr69 : Come on, Pete. Go to the cam room. Turn your cam on. Turn me on.
PeterWestchester : Not possible. Wife downstairs.
OK, a white lie. But I was paranoid about turning my webcam on.
The JaquiNyackTV chat was slower and it paused completely when Jaqui said they had to attend to something. He/she said they'd be back in fifteen minutes.
A beep pulled me back to the Satyr69 chat window.
Satyr69 :
I clicked on the link. I selected 'Open in Private Window'.
The picture opened. I took a deep breath. Nice.
It was a waist/cock shot. Satyr69's long slender cock was pointed downwards, squeezed out of a tight pair of bright pink ladies' panties which cupped his balls. God, it was beautiful. Cut, maybe a little bigger than mine, with a slightly more pointed tip. Satyr69's pubes were trimmed right back, a small crescent of hair ringed the root of Satyr69's shaft. I could see the striped tops of a black-and-white pair of woolen stockings. It also looked like there was another person in the picture. Just barely in the shot I could make out part of a male arm. Looked like they were getting ready to suck on Satyr69's pole. Fuck, right now, I would have loved to have knelt down and sucked Satyr69's cock.
I typed a reply.
PeterWestchester : Wow!
PeterWestchester : That is fucking gorgeous.
I waited a few seconds.
Satyr69 : Oh, Pete! Thought you'd like it. Can't you cam? Please? I have my wife's white stockings on, and my cock is practically busting out of her VERY tight rainbow color panties. Let's jack off together.
My own cock was very stiff by now. I pulled the zipper down on my pants and pulled my hard dick out. I paused. Did I dare put the webcam on? I looked at the settings for this chatroom site. There were options to allow access to the camera and microphone. It looked too open to me, so I stuck with my choice. No cam.
I asked Satyr69 where he was.
Satyr69 : Maspeth. NY. Not too far from the BQE. Wife is out.
I did the mental roadtrip math to Maspeth. Queens. Too far for a 'wham bam thank you mam' tonight. Although I considered it for a few seconds.
Beep.
Satyr69 :
Another one. I clicked on the link. I again selected 'Open in Private Window'.
Hhhhmm. Another very nice one.
This one showed Satyr69 lying back, again just his waist area in shot. He was wearing white nylon stockings, again the stocking tops were visible. His erect penis was tilted upwards, fingers of his right hand pointing it away from his body, and his tight clean-shaven ball sack was visible hanging out over the stretched fabric of a multi-colored thong. Shit, this was one hell of a cock. It really was beautiful. I looked down as my own cock itched. I could see a drop of pre-cum oozing out of my cock slit. Damn, Satyr69's cock was hot.
I gripped my hard-on and got ready to jerk off. Then another beep. Followed by another.
Satyr69 : Gotta go. Have a guy who's not a scaredy-cat wants to watch me CUMMMM. Mutual jack-off session. Maybe me and you one day. Add me to 'friends'. I sometimes meet in real life. If I'm in the 'Meet tonight' room, I'm meeting that night. I'll message you more pics offline. Bye!
The Satyr69 chat window faded to gray as he ended the chat.
I opened the window that I noticed was flashing underneath. JaquiNyackTV was back.
We chatted for a few minutes. Jaqui told me he was a secret crossdresser, his wife didn't know. He kept his fem stuff in a locker at work. I explained I was in an open marriage. That I liked to fuck TVs. When Jaqui asked me, I also admitted to fucking guys. Jaqui told me that he also met as a guy. But he preferred to 'dress' for meets.
I asked if Jaqui wanted to meet tonight. I got a 'Not possible hun' reply.
After a little while Jaqui asked me another question. I found I was still hard, but I put off masturbating for a little while longer. After this chat, I'd decided I'd watch some shemale porn and bring myself off.
JaquiNyackTV : Have you been to Romeo's?
PeterWestchester : What's Romeos?
JaquiNyackTV : Adult store. Has cubicles downstairs. Movie booths. You know!!
I explained I didn't know.
JaquiNyackTV : C'mon. You know. Gloryholes. You go to the desk downstairs at the back. You pay twenty bucks 'membership'. You get a plastic card. You load it with another five bucks. It's five bucks entry each time you go to the booths. You go through the turnstiles in back using your card.
I swallowed. Sounded interesting.
I asked for more details. Jaqui continued explaining how it worked. That I'd go into a movie booth. Choose a movie from a DVD machine, get my dick out. If I wanted to suck a cock and there was someone in the next booth, I'd tap my fingers on the opening in the wall, and magically a dick would appear for me to suck. If it was me wanted a blow job, I'd wait until someone tapped on the gap between the booths and then I'd stick my cock through. Middle booths had gloryholes both sides. Jaqui said that there was a bank of three booths each side, with a dark room (a bigger booth for two or more people) in the middle aisle. Jaqui said to only go in the middle if someone asked me to fuck them, or if I wanted to be fucked.
PeterWestchester : Where is this place?
I waited a minute. Then Jaqui pinged me a link to google maps. Shit! It wasn't too far from me. I looked at my watch. 8:15pm.
PeterWestchester : You want to go tonight?
JaquiNyackTV : Can't hun. Sorry. And Wednesday's are quiet. May get one or two people in if you are lucky.
I didn't type a reply for a few minutes. I was thinking about driving to Romeo's. A beep pulled me out of my thoughts.
JaquiNyackTV : If you are going to Romeo's, have fun! I have to go. Keep in touch. Friend me.
The window went gray as Jaqui left the chat.
I shut down all my private windows, then went downstairs. Suddenly, on impulse, I thought to myself, 'Fuck it!'. I put my shoes and a sweater on and headed to the car. I typed Romeo's address into the map app on my burner cellphone, an Android, and turned on the ignition.
==
It took me a while to find Romeo's. I eventually pulled up in the parking lot outside a windowless concrete block of a building in a deserted strip mall off of 119. There were two other cars parked nearby.
I gathered my courage and checked I had cash. I had 70 bucks on me. Then I walked in through the blacked out glass front door. I entered a large rectangular room which was very brightly lit.
I was faced with racks and racks of porno DVDs. My first thought was, who the fuck watches DVDs these days? There were also shelves full of skin mags which practically covered the walls. To the right towards the back was a counter. After a brief pause, I walked further in, and moved towards the right hand wall. The one that had the counter near the back. I noticed a girl who was rearranging DVDs. She stood up as I entered and turned around.
"Hi, welcome to Romeo's. You need any help, just ask!"
She smiled at me. I felt awkward. She had a name badge on, 'Marianne'. Marianne looked early twenties. She had dyed blonde hair. Under her black uniform shirt she didn't look like she had much of a rack. I noticed that her arms were covered in tattoos.
I coughed a 'Thanks', and turned to the wall.
I found I was staring at straight porn mags. I was in front of the 'Teen' section. I turned towards the counter, and noticed a stairway at the back that led downstairs. A guy was standing behind the counter. He wore the same black uniform as Marianne. His name badge told me that he was 'Edward'. He also looked early twenties, but generally looked more conventional. Like an office worker.
I walked towards the stairs. Edward nodded a 'Hi'. I said 'Hi' back.
"Gadgets are downstairs."
I paused and looked back at Edward.
"Offer on. Buy any three items, the cheapest is free. And we got a great batch of prostate massagers in. Fabulous reviews."
I looked at Edward and said 'Thanks'. As I approached the stairway, Edward spoke to my back.
"Need any help, Roger's downstairs."
I gulped and walked downstairs without replying.
The downstairs area was smaller, and less brightly lit. There were again a bunch of DVD racks, but these were labelled 'Gay', 'Twink', 'Fetish', 'Bi'. I spotted a 'Shemale' section. On the walls there were also racks and shelves which seemed to be filled with every size and color of dildo and vibrator known to mankind.
At the back, across from the bottom of the stairs, there was a small counter with what looked like a curtained doorway at the right. I decided that instead of pretending to look at any 'products' I'd just walk up to the counter where the guy I guessed was 'Roger' was stationed. I stepped towards the counter and realized I was the only customer in the store. When I got to the counter the name tag confirmed this indeed was 'Roger'.
I cleared my throat.
"Hi," I managed to say. I was nervous. Fuck, why was I nervous?
"Hi," Roger replied. "Need help with anything? We got a great deal on right now. Buy three, cheapest is free! And we have new stock in. Great line of prostate massagers. From Germany. They've won awards. And ..", Roger paused for affect, "Don't tell those fuckers upstairs but I've bought one myself. Fucking awesome."
Roger laughed. He was around thirty, very clean shaven with a short dark haircut. Not bad looking, slightly muscular, and definitely gay. Oh, yeah, he was gay alright.
I cleared my throat again.
"I wanted to try the booths."
"Ah! Okey dokey, gotcha," Roger responded. "You know how it works? You gotta buy a membership. And I'll need to see some ID."
I must have looked surprised.
"It's OK, we don't keep member records, but I gotta see ID. It's the rules. Or the fuckin' law. Or both."
Roger laughed again.
I hadn't considered this. After a brief hesitation, I went in my pocket and handed my driver's license to Roger.
"Okey, dokey," Roger said as he glanced at my license and handed it back to me. "It's twenty bucks. Cash is good. Or card, up to you."
I handed Roger a twenty dollar bill. He opened the register and handed me a plain white plastic card, credit card sized. I took it from Roger. He closed the register.
"OK, so you know how this works?"
My look told Roger that perhaps I didn't.
"OK, so you put money on the card. Each trip through back costs five bucks. You can watch any movie in any booth. If the door to a booth is open, you can go right in. Even if someone's in already. Open or an unlocked door means enter. Usually. There's a big screen in the middle section. People can watch movies together there. More than two people I mean. Or just two. It's pretty relaxed actually."
"Ah, OK," I stuttered.
"And I gotta say this, rules again, but anything through the back is between you and your dick, or you and any friends you might make. All we do is put on the movies. You click a button on the chair, you make your choice. We don't go through the back. Unless we're called. And of course, we don't know anything goes on in back. There's no CCTV through there, so it's private. OK? Clear?"
I nodded.
"So, I give you five bucks now?" I asked.
Roger smiled at me.
"You know what, Ronald.."
I flinched as he said my name. Driver's license. Shit.
".. as you're the only one in tonight, I'll buzz you through for free. But put five bucks on for 'next time', OK?"
I didn't have anything smaller than a ten. I handed Roger a ten.
"Just put ten on," I said.
"Okey, dokey. Gimme the card back."
Roger put the ten in the register, then placed the card on a black circular pad next to it and pressed a few keys on the register keypad. I noticed a green light by the side of the pad blink twice.
"Okey dokey. All set," Roger smiled as he handed me back the card. "But don't touch in. I'll let you through. It's a little early. Could be somebody comes in later. You never know."
I put the card in my wallet.
"At least you can see the place," Roger added helpfully.
I walked through the curtain, and pushed on a waist high chrome turnstile bar which rotated downward and clicked as I went through.
There was an open door to a small toilet at my right. I edged to the left, and pulled a second curtain back, and found myself in a dimly lit rectangular room. The layout was kind of like a changing room setup at a gym or swimming pool. Except every surface was painted a dull black color. I saw the booths to the right and left. In the middle there was a larger box type structure, which kind of looked like a disabled toilet except it was painted a dull black. On the wall of the center booth facing me there was a conical container that was filled with condoms. I noticed all the doors to the booths were open. I chose one to the right, the first of three. I clicked the door shut behind me and locked it.
The dimly lit booth had a small flat-screen above the door I'd just entered. Facing me was a black PVC covered chair, which had buttons in the arms, kind of like a pro-gamer chair. There was a bottle of what looked like liquid soap on the wall by the chair, and a paper towel dispenser. At least the chair looked clean. The red carpet beneath my feet less so, but there weren't any wet patches and it wasn't like the soles of my shoes were sticking to it, thankfully. But there had definitely been a lot of seed spilt on this carpet, that much was obvious. I saw the circular hole to the next booth on the right-hand wall. So, that was a gloryhole? I'd seen them in pornos online, but this was my first time seeing one for real.
I sat down and looked up at the screen.
The blue screen had a message on it, 'Select Category - Press SELECT'.
I put my finger on the 'Select' button to my left and pressed it. There were a further two buttons which had 'Up' and 'down' arrows on them.
I cycled through the categories and stopped at 'Trans'. I hit 'Select' again.
There was a list of movies and a message above the list that said 'Select a movie using the Arrow Keys - then SELECT'.
I cycled down the list before stopping at 'My Babysitter has a Dick!". I hit 'Select'.
There was no intro, no pre-amble, it was straight into the action. A young unpretty dark-haired tranny schoolgirl with a small dick that flopped about limply was being shafted side-on by an older guy, looked in his fifties. He had an extremely fat cock which glistened with lube. The cock slid in and out of the babysitter's stretched asshole. The sound, what it was, it was mainly just grunts, was coming from a speaker just behind my head. Any words I could make out sounded foreign. I assumed Brazilian. I knew a lot about shemale porn.
I clicked a button with 'Exit' written on it and flicked through a few more. I watched about thirty seconds each of about four or five movies. They were pretty much all of a decent standard. The most interesting was 'Huge Cock Shemales 5'. A beautiful blonde with massive tits and what looked like a nine-inch schlong was masturbating and after a few seconds splattered a large quantity of milky cum over the camera lens.
At least now I had a good hardon. I half thought about jerking off. Nobody had entered the back room since I'd come in. I decided not to come. I'd wait.
I waited another ten minutes. Still nothing. Shit. Struck out again.
I stood up and left the booths area. On my way out Roger was putting dildos onto a shelf near the counter. He turned as I approached the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey, Wednesday's dead. Most weeknights are, until maybe 11pm / midnight. We're open 24 hours. Come back later, there'll be some people in. Or Saturday. All day Saturday is busy. Sometimes you even have to wait a while before you can get in on a Saturday."
I nodded a thanks and walked upstairs. As I headed to the exit there were a couple of individual customers looking at DVDs. And what looked like a married couple at the register talking to Edward. I wondered if any of them were going to head downstairs. But I left anyway.
==
I stood by my car for a few moments and adjusted the front of my pants. My semi-hard dick was in an uncomfortable position and I wanted to fix it before I started driving.
I got a fright when I felt a tap on my right arm. I tensed, then turned round.
"Shit, sorry, man. Didn't mean to scare you. You got a light?"
Standing in front of me was a young man. In fact, he looked like he was still in his teens. He had medium length dark hair, a very smooth complexion and a slightly elfin look. He was slightly shorter than me, I'd make him 5'8". He waved an unlit cigarette in his right hand.
"Sorry, no," I answered, "I don't smoke."
"Oh," the young man replied. He took a step back.
I thought for a few seconds.
"Wait."
I remembered Cara had left a lighter in the car. I clicked the door open and went into the glove box and retrieved the lighter. I handed it to the guy.
He clicked the lighter and inhaled, blew the smoke out of the right-hand side of his mouth and handed me the lighter back.
"Thanks, man."
I pocketed it.
There was no doubt that the kid in front of me was good looking.
Slim, sexy. Very cute face. Definitely fuckable. The kid had on blue jeans, a brown zippered jacket, and white Nike sneakers. I wondered if there was more to this than just getting a light for his cigarette. What was he doing hanging around outside an Adult Store? For a second I even thought he might be a male prostitute.
"So," the young guy continued, "you go to the booths?"
I was a little surprised by the question.
"No," I lied. "There was nobody in anyway."
"Good."
I wondered why he said that. He carried on talking.
"Yeah, I've only been in once. I'm not allowed in really, but Roger gave me a tour when they were doing a stock count. There's a back entrance. Alleyway behind you. Roger's working tonight, right? That's his car there, the VW."
I glanced at the car two spots from mine.
"Yes, Roger's on tonight."
"No way I'd get in when Edward's around. He's the boss. And he's not as friendly as Roger. Not to me anyway."
The kid pulled on his cigarette. Then he smiled at me.
"Could I ask a favor? I mean, well, I came here with my friend Johnny, but he met someone, and I don't think he's coming back with the car anytime soon. So, could you give me a ride home?"
I thought about it for a second.
"Where's home?"
He gave me a street name in Tarrytown.
"OK," I said, "But no smoking in the car."
"That's OK, I don't really smoke anyway. But it's a good way to get talking to people."
I left the parking lot and headed West.
"By the way, I'm Al," the kid said as we drove off.
"Pete," I lied. I'd chosen Pete as my web alias, so I decided to stick with it.
"OK, Pete. Mom's out on a Tinder date. And Jeff, her friend, my, .. I guess it's complicated, but anyway, Jeff is nightshift. If Mom's on a Tinder date that means she won't be home 'til tomorrow, so I got the house to myself."
I could see where this was heading.
"Anyway, I know you're not a cop. Or you wouldn't have given me a ride home. Well, unless you were a gay cop."
I didn't reply.
After a minute or so I asked Al a question.
"Al, is this a fee paying transaction type gig? I haven't got much cash."
Al burst out laughing.
"God, Pete, that's sweet. You think I'm good looking enough to do this kinda stuff for money?!? That's hilarious, man!"
Al eventually stopped laughing.
"No, I just love doing this stuff. And I think you do too."
After ten minutes, Al told me to pull up next to an empty driveway to a small townhouse. I left the engine running. My mouth was dry. I wasn't sure if I should say something.
I'd decided that I'd definitely like to suck Al's young cock. After this evening's web cruising, and the frustrating visit to Romeo's, I decided I definitely needed a cock in my mouth. I thought back to the cock pics Satyr69 had sent me online. I actually licked my lips at the thought of swallowing a cock. I was about to speak, when Al got there first.
"So, Pete. Would you like to come inside? I think you would. Am I right?"
I turned off the ignition.
"I guess that's a 'yes' then," Al smiled.
==
Al's parents' place was compact but tidy. Al asked me to take a seat on the sofa. I sat down, while Al stayed standing.
He seemed to be quite a confident kid. I think he played to his strengths, and knew it. He augmented his boyish good looks with just a touch of vulnerability. It didn't bother me much, but he was for sure the one playing the role of the seducer.
"Pete, there's some things I like. I hope you like doing them too. I love to, you know, be the 'girl'. Will you fuck me?"
I nodded. "Sure."
Al paused for a few seconds. He looked like he was thinking.
"Pete, did you go in the big center booth when you were at Romeo's?"
I recognized he probably knew I'd lied when I said I hadn't gone in the booths, but I answered with a simple 'No'.
"Roger took me in the big booth once. 'Took me', haha! We watched twink porn as he fucked my ass."
Al paused.
"Roger was an OK fuck. We used a condom. But I really love feeling a man's stuff shoot up my ass. So no condom, OK?"
"OK," I replied.
Al removed his jacket and peeled his t-shirt off. His hairless pale-skinned torso was thin but trim. He looked like he had a swimmer's build.
I decided to ask the question. THE question.
"Al, before we do this. How old are you?"
Al sniggered. "Old, enough."
"No really, how old are you?"
"Nineteen," Al replied. "I've been doing this since I was fourteen," Al added with a smile. "I'm good, as you're about to find out."
I pushed myself back up straight as the sofa wasn't very supportive.
"Well?" Al prompted. "You gonna undress, Pete?"
"You first."
Al smiled at me. He had a very alluring smile. Fuck this kid was cute. And the precocious little prick definitely knew it. I couldn't wait to see his cock.
Al unbelted, then unbuttoned his Levi jeans. He kicked off his sneakers and bent over and removed his socks. Then he slid out of his jeans. He had on a pair of light gray briefs, slightly loose, hanging low off of his hips. A touch of light brown pubic hair was visible just above the waistline. Despite the looseness of his briefs I could see his cock bulging inside the pouch. It was pointed upwards slanted to the right. Fuck, the anticipation was killing me.
I stood up and grabbed Al by the arm, pulling him onto the sofa. He landed and sunk an inch into the cushion on my left. I paused and glanced into Al's eyes. They were a very dark brown. I put both of my hands onto Al's chest and pushed him back, then moved my face into his. Al smiled. I pushed my mouth against his and licked Al's lips. His mouth opened in response, and I languidly slid my tongue into his mouth. My cock twitched inside my pants as we kissed. Al's tongue pushed mine back inside my mouth. He kissed like a girl. No, strike that, like a woman. I felt the tip of my cock moistening as it strained to get out of its prison inside my pants.
I pulled my head back, and as I did so, Al urged me to get undressed.
"Pete. Take your clothes off. Now. I need you. I need you now. Please."
It took me a second to realign myself the fact that, right now, I was 'Pete'. Shit.
Instead of stopping to undress I pushed my head into Al's neck and stuck my wet tongue onto Al's delightful boyish skin. I pushed a small puddle of saliva out of my mouth then licked downwards, leaving a shiny thin trail of spit in my tongue's wake.
Al panted a soft, 'Ah', in response.
I didn't stop tracking Al's body with my tongue until I reached his left nipple. I squeezed the pert bud between my lips and pulled lightly with my teeth.
Al gasped again.
"Oh, Pete, fuck .."
I placed the fingers of my left hand onto Al's lips signaling him to be quiet. Once he'd stopped talking, I continued to run my wet tongue down Al's ribcage. I felt him shiver in response. I paused just below Al's navel.
Al was lightly whimpering now, breathing hard. I wanted to savor this. I knew I was close to my prize, Al's youthful cock, which was still constrained in his briefs. I could see it tent-poling, a darker gray dab of moisture where the tip of his cock has started to weep pre-cum.
I couldn't wait any longer. I wrenched the front of Al's briefs downwards, and his rock hard cock sprung free, glancing the underside of my chin as it popped upwards.
Oh fuck!
Al's dick was beautiful. It was thin, maybe 6-inches long, circumcised. The skin tone on Al's shaft was a touch darker than on his pale skinned body. His stiff root sprouted out of the center of a frizzy tuft of light-brown pubic hair.
I dry-ran my lips over the back of Al's glans, before tonguing the top of his shaft inwards, towards his groin. Al groaned.
Then I delicately pushed the base of Al's penis to one side with my fingers, giving me access to his scrotum. His balls were hanging slightly loose. I opened my mouth wide and took Al's right nut into my mouth.
Al hissed. "Pete! Fffuuuck!"
I released what felt like a small flood of saliva onto Al's balls and licked upwards. After a few darting movements of my tongue, I flicked my head back, releasing Al's balls. I watched Al's pimply scrotum tighten as his testicles drew back more closely into his abdomen.
Fuck this. No more waiting. I squeezed the base of Al's shaft and directed the tip of Al's cock to my lips. I leaned forward and took Al's rigid dick all the way into my mouth.
Al whimpered. I started bobbing my head up and down like some cum-hungry slut. Al started whining. I concentrated hard, I wasn't going to stop until Al had dumped what I hoped would be a teen-sized load of thick creamy cum down my throat.
In between high pitched whines, I could make out Al pleading with me to fuck him.
No.
I was going to do this my way. I wanted to taste Al's fresh cum. And I wasn't stopping until I'd sucked him dry.
"Pete, so good, so good, stop. STOP! I want you in me.. Pete, ahhhhhhfffFFFFUUCKK!"
I felt Al's cock go diamond hard in my mouth. Then it spasmed and I felt the first deposit of hot salty liquid flood my mouth. I swallowed fast, then felt another priapic twitch and another pool of delicious cum flowed onto my tongue. I swallowed again and felt the slimy mess slide down the back of my throat. Al's cock twitched again, this time releasing a much smaller dose of delicious sperm. I sucked hard making sure I got every last drop of elixir out of Al's teen dick.
Al's body relaxed. Jesus, I'd loved that. I was about to take Al's dick from my mouth when Al's body suddenly tensed, going fully rigid.
"Oh, FUCK!" Al almost screamed.
I pulled myself away from Al and twisted myself on the carpet in front of the couch.
Oh, fuck, indeed.
Standing at the entrance to the living room was a tall man with a shaved head, around 40 years-old.
I opened my mouth, as Al exclaimed "Jeff! I .."
"Alvin!" Jeff barked, before releasing a long breath almost like a whistle.
"Here we go again. Jeez. Although it looks like you had some fun there, boy. I caught most of it. Guy looks quite the sissy fag cocksucker."
I moved to stand up.
"Hey!" the guy commanded. "No way! Stay right there, 'Mister FLS-8262'! That's your Ford parked outside, right? Let's have a little talk. Alvin, go to your room. I'll be through soon enough."
Al got up quickly and left the room. The guy glanced over as Al walked out. Then he turned his attention back to me.
"OK 'Mister FLS-8262'. Me and you need to have a little talk. Sit up on the couch."
TO BE CONTINUED