A couple of days after the last time I had been at Als, Rod called to tell me they were home from vacation. The next day he and I resumed our pattern of hanging out together, which was cool, but created still more difficulties for me in finding time alone with Al. Rod and I went to his house a couple of times, like usual, but there werent any opportunities for Al and me to play, and it was frustrating, big time. One day Rod and I were at Als house, swimming, and lounging in the sun, working on our tans when Al

A few days went by, and I hadnt heard from Al, but I thought of him, and remembered fondly our recent encounter, and longed for a repeat of events. I masturbated at every opportunity, and had broadened my private play to include anal play, now, deftly fingering myself with a lubed finger, or the smooth, wooden, handle of a hair brush that I had. I even tried a carrot once, but really should have thought to warm it first, as straight from the refrigerator, it was quiet a shock.

In the bedroom, Al pulled the top coverings off, and we lay cuddled together, naked, on the smooth, cool sheet. As we cuddled, hands roaming over body parts within reach, he gently kissed my cheek, my eyes, and brushed his lips softly on mine, out tongue tips dancing hungrily. His hand moved across my smooth chest, fingers lightly rubbing, and pinching back and forth between my stiff little nipples. The sensation was electric, and I moaned, as he moved to tongue me there, his lips capturing each small nub in

When I was a High School Sophomore, about months prior to my th birthday, I was a typical teenage virgin, incredibly horny, and in a state of near constant erectness. I jerked off so much its a wonder my poor dick didnt fall off me! My natural shyness stopped me from serious attempts at scoring with my girlfriend, although I seriously think she was more than receptive to the idea, but it was a time when the Male of the specie was expected to be the

More emotional turmoil churned my brain during the days that followed the most recent afternoon at Als house. In addition to the emotional clashes, I had been a bit physically tender, as well, which served as a kind of reminder of the events, not that in any way I wanted to ever forget them! The whole thing had been totally incredible, arousing sensations, and responses, that I had previously not known to exist. I had lived the whole afternoon over again countless times, a kind of

A week had passed since the day with Al. The vivid memory of his touching, licking, and sucking me had obsessed my every conscious thought, and I had jacked off countless times savoring the memory of the incredible sensations that had pulsed throughout my body as he had worked To make matters worse, Rod had gone on vacation with his family for two weeks, and I now was without both wheels, and a way to be with Al again, until Rod returned. Bummed, I began to rack my brain, trying to come up with a workable plan to connect with Al without having to wait two whole weeks. I would lie naked in my bed at night, stroking my body, and trying to mimic the feelings Al had stirred

Over the next couple of weeks, Al and I only managed brief and hurried times together, meeting someplace, and finding a quiet spot to park, and play. He had gotten kind of wary after that night we got all carried away and he fucked me in the Jags back seat, so these latest sessions had been limited to him playing with my cock a while, then sucking me off. Not that I was doing any complaining, you understand, but I did long to be back at his house, naked, and alone, where he could do all of his magic like before.

Al moved over to the bar, refilling our drinks, and giving me a moment to reflect on what had just happened. God! How queer was that, I thought to myself! I had just become a cock sucker, and a sperm swallower, to boot! My mind raced with all of the various implications of that fact, so foreign to my conservative upbringing! It briefly occurred to me that my father would die, to know that his