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Date: Fri, 5 Jun 2020 11:43:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ronald Shearing <ronald.shearing@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 50

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 : <click to open picture>

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 : <click to open picture>

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