I took a long shower and then lay on my bed trying to make sense of all that was happening/ had happened in such a short space of time.
Leroy, Dan, Mr Sutherland, the bloody postie!
It was all too much to take in and, inevitably, the emotional exhaustion took over and I drifted off to sleep, waking a few hours earlier to the sound of knocking on my bedroom window.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes to find Dan on the other side of the glass, grinning and holding up a sandwich to indicate that he was on his lunch break.
Naked, I let him in and the inevitable ensued. Lips found lips and hands found cocks. I was desperate to escape the stress and worry of the previous two hours and make the most of any time I could have with the tattooed, bleach-blonde boy who'd gate-crashed my plans that morning.
His mouth left mine and he made his way to my neck and ears, whispering a mixture of beautiful compliments and horny expletives.
To this day, I still remember the heavenly sensation of his tongue on the tip of my cock when he dropped to his knees to repay the favour of earlier that morning.
It was my turn to be serviced... or so I thought!
He teased the tip of my dick, probing his tongue into my piss-slit and he deftly nibbled the tip of my foreskin.
Moments later, he'd taken my full length in his mouth and I remember thinking that whatever happened with the postie telling or not telling my dad what he'd witnessed earlier, it wouldn't matter. This was worth it.
But, almost as soon as he'd started blowing me, Dan stopped.
"Don't stop mate, please", I half begged.
"All in good time Pretty boy", he grinned "We need to get you tidied up a bit first".
I'd no idea what he meant. Naively/stupidly, I looked around my bedroom to see if it was perhaps overly messy. Apart from the towel from my shower lying on the floor, my room was spotlessly clean. My mum didn't tolerate mess, I'd learned that at a very young age.
"I don't know what you mean Dan" I said, confused, my cock pointing to the ceiling, crying out for more of his mouth.
"Your pubes lad", he indicated, "they need attention", and with that he disappeared from my bedroom, only to return a few minutes later carrying my dad's electric shaver, a razor and some shaving foam.
"Trust me Nils, you're going to love this", he said.
I gulped.
He laid the towel on my bed and I climbed on top.
"Close your eyes", Dan said.
I heard the sound of my dad's electric shaver buzz into action and twitched when it made contact with my pubes. There was something strangely hypn*tic about the constant hum as he worked on the area above my cock. I was hard obviously. The tickling sensation when he moved onto my balls was too much for me to handle and I immediately shot my load hands-free.
"Jeezo Pretty boy, have you no' control of that cock whatsoever?", he chuckled, switching the razor off momentarily while he cleaned up the contents of my balls.
I just shook my head and grinned.
A few more minutes with the shaver and Dan announced he was now ready to wet shave the rest.
"Oh, okay" I uttered.
Sensing my unease, Dan piped up-
"Don't worry, it's just like shaving your face"
"I've not started shaving at all", I confessed truthfully.
As he foamed up my pubic area, my semi went up a gear.
"Are you going to cum again", Dan asked.
"No idea", I replied truthfully.
The sensation of him guiding the razor over my balls was incredible. I thought about ridiculously hideous things to try not to spunk again. (We've all done that eh, in an attempt to last longer?)
Somehow I held it in.
"Okay" Dan said, "You're good to go, you can open your eyes".
I'd waited years for puberty to kick in and get pubes, I was a very late "bloomer", but, looking down at my cock and balls I was pleased.
"It kinda", I trailed.
"Looks bigger", Dan interrupted correctly, winking as he did so.
I didn't get a chance to continue that line of conversation because Dan's mouth was back to servicing my cock.
Expertly, Dan worked his way up and down my shaft and over my bell-end, with his mouth.
He was the first lad ever to take my cock to the back of his throat whilst simultaneously tongue-lapping my balls. He had some seriously strong jaw muscles on him, the bj was never-ending.
Occasionally, he'd break away and swap servicing my cock in order to kiss me, the light smell of my dad's shaving foam on his breath.
"I love your smooth cock and balls PB", he said, "such a turn-on".
It was all still a bit alien to me, but I was warming to being shaved smooth and loved the fact it "did it" for him.
Thoughts of Leroy and my earlier plans that day were (temporarily) forgotten as Dan sexpertly worked me towards orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum", I blurted.
"Perfect", he grinned.
"I'm starving", he added. "That sandwich wasn't enough to satisfy a growing boy".
Seconds later, I was erupting rope upon ropes of my spunk into his greedy mouth, grunting loudly as I did so and he gratefully swallowed every drop, smiling cheekily between gulps.
"Fuckin hell Nils" he said, "If I hadn't seen you cum earlier, I'd have bet my life that you hadn't shot your load in weeks!"
All I could do was smile, between pants, as my breathing slowly returned to normal.
I wanted to taste what was left of my cum in his mouth.
Leaning forward, I was thwarted yet again..... by the bloody doorbell. |
