"Oh. Hi Jeremy."

"Hi Mr. D."

"What brings you over today?"

"I was bored. I got an hour to kill before I have to leave for work, and . . uh ..."

I smiled at him. I knew damn well why he was over. I had been sucking his cock every day for the last two weeks, and neither one of us could get enough.

"An hour." I said. "What can we do to kill an hour?"

Now it was Jeremy's turn to smile. He gave me that twisted little boy grin of his, and half rolled his eyes. It was part of the game. At 18, he was still too shy to come right out and ask me to suck him off. "I don't know ..." he finally stammered out.

I like to tease him. Try to get him to verbalize what his eyes are begging for. "I can't think of anything." I said. "Can you?" I dusted the crumbs of dirt from the flowerbed off my hands and sat up on my knees, looking up into the halo of sun surrounding his face.

"Come on, Mr. D. You know." His hand dropped to the front of his dark blue nylon wind pants, pushing away the tail of his way-too-big red tee shirt. He was groping himself, repositioning his stiffening cock. I loved watching him do that. I don't think he even realized where his hand was. He was only a foot or so away from me, and I would have loved to yank his pants down and just go at him right there in the front yard. But of course, I couldn't. I slowly worked my way up to my feet, my back turned to him. I smiled to myself. In my wildest dreams ...

"Well, let's go inside so I can wash up. I could use a drink anyway." I looked over my shoulder at him. I felt like the Pied Piper as he trotted along behind me with a smile stretching from ear to ear plastered across his face.

I excused myself into the bathroom, and quickly washed my hands and arms, splashing some cool water across my face. I dried off and went into the kitchen. Jeremy was there waiting. He had his right hand up inside his shirt, tweaking his left nipple. His left hand rubbed slowly across his smooth flat belly. His mouth hung open, his eyes were closed and his head was tilted slightly back. I wished I had a picture of him like that. "Getting started without me?" I asked.

"Oh. Mr. D." He blushed. "Yeah. I guess I was." he said sheepishly.

"Well, if you don't need me, I'll go back to my flowers."

"No! Mr. D. No." His eyes pleaded with me, scared that I might mean it. The kid had no idea how much pleasure I was getting out of our arrangement. "Uh. Where do you want me?"

"How 'bout right here?" I reached over to him and pulled up his shirt. He moved closer to make it easier for me to take it off him. God, he was skinny. His dime sized nipples were standing erect from his self play, and I bent over to take the left one in my mouth. He closed his eyes in anticipation. I twirled my tongue around it, savoring the tasteless texture of his areola, then nibbled on it with clenched teeth.

"Oh shit Mr. D. That feels good." His hand moved involuntarily to his crotch, wanting to knead and squeeze his prick. I grabbed his wrist and held it still. He twisted with pleasure. Jeez, to be so impossibly young and inexperienced again. I sucked hard on his nipple and Jeremy stiffened up, trying to keep a tight grip on his excitement. I let go of his hand and it stayed exactly where it was, trembling ever so slightly. I reached up and pinched his free nipple. "Ohhh..." He groaned.

I worked both nipples again, and he pulled away from me. "I can't take that, Mr. D. It feels ... too good." I looked at his face. He looked so sweet with his brown hair, so long on top that it fell over his eyes, and then buzz cut around the sides and back. When his eyes were open, they were a delicious chocolate brown. His face was so smooth that I wondered if he had ever, even once, taken a razor to it.

I dropped to my knees, my mouth dead even with the huge tent in his over-sized pants. I could feel his grin on my back as I reached out to stroke him through the fabric. My fingertips grazed along the smooth nylon. I squeezed the middle of his member between my fingertips and my thumb. Instead of a shapeless tent at his crotch, his baggy pants now outlined his strong, fat prick.

His face may have been that of a boy, but he was definitely a man down here. "Ohhh ..." he moaned again. His hips thrust forward, driving his cock into my hand so that the entire seven inches of his fat, tasty wiener jutted straight out from his crotch. A tiny wet spot appeared at the tip. I would have loved to play with him more inside his pants, growing that wet spot until it was as big as a baseball, but I knew he got upset if he went home with a stain visible on his pants, so I quickly moved my hands to the elastic waist and in one fell swoop skinned both his nylon pants and oversize boxers down off his narrow hips.

His fat prick sprung up stiff and defiant, jutting upwards at a forty-five degree angle. It was fully seven inches long, with a huge girth. In my 67 years here on earth I have seen a lot of dicks. Some are all veiny and rough looking, with a blunt nosed head. Some are sore looking, all red and raw and tapering down all the way from the base to the tip with no discernable head. And some are so dark that they look angry.

But Jeremy's cock was none of these things. It was pleasant and handsome, healthy looking, with a knobby round head that was perfect for its size and shape. The kind of cock that begs to be sucked. There was no denying that the kid was well hung. Specially with his big cock backed up by a pair of round puffy balls, already drawn up tight in their sac and eager to spill their seed. His balls always reminded me of a bluebird setting on a nest, feathers fluffed out until it was perfectly round and as big as a tennis ball. Just like Jeremy's balls. He had another drop of lube glistening in his piss slit.

Leaving his dark blue pants gathered around his ankles, I leaned in and licked the drop of pre-cum from his cock tip, just barely touching him with my tongue. He shuddered. I smacked my lips, spreading the slippery lube as far as I could. I pinched the base of his cock in my hand, steadying him for my initial assault. I looked up into his face again. Like always, he looked anxious, like he didn't quite believe that this was really happening to him.

Or maybe he was slightly scared that I might still change my mind and suddenly halt our fun. His prick flexed in my grip and another drip of pre-cum appeared. Mesmerized, I opened wide and leaned in to capture Jeremy's teenaged prick in my mouth. God, he was big!

I managed to take close to half of it, closing my mouth around the shaft, backing off a bit and feeling the ripples as veins and muscle slid under my tightly clamped lips. I swirled my tongue around the head as best I could, and Jeremy started to dance around a bit. I stopped as he steadied himself, trying to postpone what was already inevitable. He thrust forward again, pushing another two inches of cock into my mouth. His hands were both on the back of my head. In our last few sessions, he had started to face fuck me a little instead of letting me do all the work. I left him learn at his own pace. There would be plenty of time in the future to refine his lovemaking techniques. Right now, it was all still sheer, hard sex for him.

He pistoned in and out of my mouth, dripping a steady stream of lube across my tongue which I used to slick my lips and coat his cock. He was already close to cumming. He was grunting like an animal in heat, focused only on blowing his load of cum as quickly as possible. I tipped my head back to look up at him. The new angle changed the sensations pulsing through his young body and pushed him over the top. His knees buckled and his hips thrust forward, driving him further into the moist heat of my mouth than he had been so far that day. His hands were spread across the back of my head, fingertips dug into my scalp so tightly that I couldn't move.

He curled forward into a ball, wrapping his midsection around my face as his cum skittered and splashed eagerly into my mouth. He was moaning in time with each thrust of his hips, each moan timed perfectly with a spurt of his warm sweet cum. Considering that I was draining his balls every day, he still threw quite a load. He spasmed six or seven times before the frenzy slowed down. Unwilling to release him from my mouth, the accumulated cum and spittle ran down my chin as it leaked from the corners of my lips. Jeremy was still gently grunting and thrusting his hips, almost whimpering as he finished trying to impregnate my face.

A lot of guys get sensitive and can't stand it if you touch their pricks right after they cum, but not my new suck buddy. He worked his way back to a standing position, his cock still thick and rubbery, but no longer completely rigid. I flicked my slimy tongue across his cock tip, basting his prick with the gooey mixture in my mouth. I increased the suction on him a bit, and tried to swallow part of his load. With the remarkable recuperative powers of youth, his prick flexed and grew almost imperceptibly harder again.

Round two was about to begin.

In the meantime, I had managed to reach up the leg of my oversized gym shorts and pull my very stiff six inch prick out from the leg opening of my briefs. I swear it was so hard it hurt. At my age, you normally have a lot of patience and want to make it last, but the adrenalin rush from having an eager new partner had me stroking for the finish line like I was a kid myself. Jeremy's cock had ratcheted back up into full erection and he was stroking gently in and out of my mouth. I slowed up a bit on my own cock and focused once again on Jeremy's. His urgent need to achieve orgasm having been temporarily satisfied, I could concentrate on giving him more pleasure before he blew his second load.

I withdrew all but the head of his cock, sucking on it hard and turning it a shade darker than it had been before. I removed him completely, and ran my lips slowly down one side of his ample organ into the curly brown pubic hair at its base. I slid back up to the tip and ran down the other side. I licked it like a lollypop, getting the head of it all sloppy wet and slippery. I tenderly kissed it.

Jeremy was eating it up, enjoying every second of the pleasure I was giving him. I pushed his cock up against his flat hard stomach and worked my lips and tongue along the underside of his shaft until I reached his balls. I tried to take them both into my mouth but they were too big to both fit. His ball sac was too tight to try and swallow just one, so I gently sucked on first one side, and then the other. He started moaning again. "Oh, Mr. D, I can't take this. You gotta stop."

But instead of withdrawing, he pushed forward into my face again. Actions speak louder than words. I continued to suck his balls, stroking his slippery shaft with my right hand, my own shaft with my left. He pumped in and out, and I knew him well enough to know he was getting close again. I backed off and left him thrust into thin air for a moment, but he was sighing and groaning, and pawed at the back of my head with hands that no longer seemed to be under his control.

I'm too kindhearted, I guess. I took pity on him and swallowed the head of his prick again. Like the first time, he turned into an animal, thrusting back and forth, slowly at first and then faster and faster. His hands steadied my head and the taste of his pre-cum was getting stronger and stronger. I tried to center on my own pleasurable stroking, but Jeremy was rather insistent.

With a muffled cry, he simply exploded, instantaneously filling my mouth with a huge wad of warm bittersweet nectar straight from his testicles. He was again wrapped around my face as several more small waves of cum issued forth. He was blathering like a fool by the time the remnants of his second orgasm involuntarily oozed from his still stiff prick.

I left him stay in my mouth, feeling each tic and twitch of his cock as it grew soft and shrank back to it's normal size. I jacked my own prick like a madman, and it didn't take long to get myself off. Held tight against my thigh by the legband of my briefs, I spurted several thick ropes of seed across the white tile floor, hosing down the inside of my leg in the process.

I squirted two or three feet again, like I had as a schoolboy when I first started to jerk off. Having sex with this amazingly attractive young man seemed to restore my own powers of youth. I rode out the throes of my orgasm, seizing up some on Jeremy's soft cock, but he didn't seem to mind.

Once I settled down a bit, I set about cleaning us up. I reluctantly withdrew from my young companion's prick and swallowed the liquid that still filled my mouth. I sucked my tongue and cheeks clean and swallowed again before starting to lick Jeremy clean. He smiled and giggled softly as I lapped up every bit of cum I could find anywhere near his midsection, and then I went over him again with a dry tongue, just to be sure.

His circumcised cock hung limply in front of him, five inches of way too thick flesh for a boy of his slenderness. His balls were still puffy, snuggled up underneath his oversized cock. He hesitated a moment to make sure I was done, letting me get a good look at his crotch before bending over and pulling his pants and boxers up. He snapped the elastic waistbands back into place and reached for his tee shirt which hung over the back of a kitchen chair. My knees, normally creaky and cranky, didn't bother me one bit as I stood up alongside of him. He pulled his shirt over his head. I wanted to kiss him, just a peck on the cheek, but I was scared it would put him off.

"Thanks, Mr. D. That was great. See you tomorrow?"

"I'll be here."

Wearing almost the same grin he had when he came into the house, he pushed his way out the storm door and trotted across the back yard to his own home. I watched him disappear through the shrubbery. In ten minutes, he'd have on his fast food uniform and be on his way to work, contented enough to work until midnight.

I wondered if I could stay awake until he got home.

Perhaps.

'Specially seeing as to how it was time for a nap now.