The Daily Delivery by Hrtofgld

Jason Miles had worked several years at a large national company on the West Coast as an assistant store manager. But after a failed three-year- relationship, the 32- year-old requested a transfer to a different city. Following a two-month wait, a manager's position in a smaller store 500 hundred miles away in a different state, became available. Even though the city where the new store was located was only one fourth the size of the metropolis where he now lived, he still took the position. Mostly because it would get him far away from the house and city with all the haunting and torturous memories of his failed partnership with Derek.

But after he'd accepted the position, he had a few misgivings about the new location. After some investigating he learned there were only two gay bars in the whole city - and there was no real, specific gay part of town.

But after texting a few friends in the area he learned of an apartment complex that was forty-percent gay, so he immediately wired ahead and rented a vacancy there.

When he arrived he saw that the apartment complex was really stylish and up to par. His mood brightened somewhat. It was a small, 2-bedroom unit on the ground floor beside the pool. Bingo. He was really pleased with the living room window looking out onto the sun deck. It was late fall and he was sure this location would be really interesting during the summer.

He was soon settled in at he new digs and with his new position at the store. All the employees at the store seemed pleasant enough and he finally accepted that he was glad he'd made the transfer.

The gay scene at the bars was a totally different matter. He'd been to both bars twice and was in no way impressed. He hadn't seen anyone, attached or unattached, that he thought came close to comparing to Derek. He began to get frustrated and hoped that the selection there might improve, soon. It just had to

Being a creature of habit, he was always up early so he can down a half a pot of coffee while reading the daily newspaper. He was pleased to learn that his paper appeared at his door at exactly 6 a.m. each morning. In fact, he was usually sitting in his living room savoring his first cup of java when he'd see the boy entering the courtyard on the other side of the pool, and he heard the thud of the papers as he tossed them.

Soon Jason had the timing down pat and would open the door just as the kid was walking away. From behind, he appeared to be the typically thin, disheveled, baggy-clothed teenage newspaper boy.

One morning, just as Jason reached for the doorknob, he didn't hear the thud of the newspaper, but instead, a soft knock.

He opened the door and the boy was standing there holding his paper out to him. His young wide blue-gray eyes sparkled with life - his sweet rose- colored lips possessed a shy, lopsided, half-smile.

"I knew you were probably already up," he chirped, "..so I thought I would introduce myself -- I'm Rick Warrand, your Daily News paperboy."

"Hi Rick! -- I'm Jason!"

"Glad to meet you! Gotta bounce. See ya!" responded the kid as he handed Jason the paper, then turning and ambling down the walkway.

Great kid, thought the man. He had no idea that such a beautiful face lurked beneath that hoodie and all those baggy clothes. Assuming from his voice and his slight, five-foot-seven-inch frame, Jason figured him to be about fourteen or fifteen. His massive halo of hair was dirty blond, and looked as though he'd forgotten to comb it this morning.

But those eyes - those sparkling, penetrating, blue gray eyes had seared deeply into Jason's mind. They haunted him. And that sweet, rosebud mouth. So odd on such an otherwise masculine face. A damn handsome little boy, thought Jason Miles.

The next morning the timing was excellent. Jason opened the door just as Rick was about to toss the paper. With his posture being a bit more aggressive in that stance, Jason sensed that the kid might be a bit older than he'd first imagined.

Standing there in mid-swing pose, immediately those rosebud lips widened into a generous smile and offered a cheerful "Morning!'. He then walked over and handed the man the paper.

"Morning!" replied Jason and the spirited Rick bounced on down the walk to the next door.

The next morning, Rick was quietly standing at the door when Jason opened; giving the man a pleasant start.

That youthful iridescent face beamed a cheerful greeting -- and then looking past the man into the apartment, said, "Say, that coffee sure smells mighty good."

For whatever reason, Jason felt his heart flutter and begin to thunder and pulsate like a legion of savage jungle drums. But, quickly taking a deep breath, he still found his stoic voice saying,

"Would you like some?"

"Yeah..but I honestly don't have the time to hang out."

"Hey, I've got a plastic cup here that has a top. You can take it with you." coolly replied Jason, searching the kid's face for an approval.

"Yeah! Sure! That'll work!" beamed Rick.

"Cool." said Jason, "what do you take?"

"Black, with one sugar."

Jason quickly prepared the cup of coffee and handed it to him.

"Thanks!" chimed Rick, "I really need this. Its startin' to get a little chilly out here....I'll bring your cup back!" continued the teenager as he rushed off down the walkway on his paper route.

The next morning Rick tried to return the cup, but Jason only refilled it and told him not to worry about it. And that pretty much became an ongoing ritual for most of the fall and winter months - Rick would arrive with Jason's Daily News paper and would leave with a cup of Jason's coffee.

One weekend on a Sunday, Rick came to the apartment to collect for the paper. Jason invited him inside to wait while he wrote a check. This was Rick's first time inside. Usually Jason left the paper-money in an envelope in the mailbox for him to pick up on Saturdays, because Jason worked on Saturdays. But things had gotten a little challenging at the store and Jason had forgotten to leave the money the day before.

When Jason returned back in from the bedroom with the check, he saw Rick admiring his impressive entertainment system. Quickly the man gave the kid a demo of all the hi-tech bells and whistles of the mammoth system. The teenager was even more impressed with Jason's phenomenal collection of CDs and DVDs. Excitedly he wanted to know if he could burn some of the CDs and DVDs for himself. In a heartbeat, Jason assured him it would be okay.

Over the ensuing weeks, he showed up at various times with blank CD and DVD discs and the two would spend hours listening to music and watching movies that Rick had never heard of nor seen before and was totally enthralled by. Once, Rick brought his girlfriend. Jason thought her to be a very pretty girl, but felt she was just a little too shy and reserved for his taste and comfort.

Months had passed and summer was near. Jason Miles was seriously hoping that his life would change for the better and soon! He had picked up a few guys at the bars but nothing had lasted beyond one night. Poor Jason was having a terrible time of it getting over Derek. He had not yet seen, met nor found that magical person that would help him to completely replace the quintessential Derek.

Jason wasn't necessarily depressed, but lonely feelings haunted him most of the time when he was away from work. The only true bright spot were his cheery "Morning!"s from the pretty jailbait teenage when he delivered the Daily Newspaper. Those encounters were like a mood 'kick-start for the man's day. He found himself always being just a little melancholy whenever someone else delivered the paper when Rick was sick or overslept or missed him.

A really warm day in early June had Jason looking forward to lying out by the pool and soaking up some rays. Surprisingly, the doorbell rang. And the sound of that bell seemed to send exhilarating thrills coursing relentlessly throughout his 32-year-old body. Finding himself shaking slightly, he made his way towards the front door.

Opening the door, Jason's mouth dropped to the floor from surprise. There stood Rick with his collection book and -- no shirt! Jason Miles was dumbstruck. He couldn't believe this boy's chest. His mind dizzily spun as his eyes scanned what had magnificently lain hidden beneath all those oversized hoodies and baggy sweatshirts all this time. He lithe 5" 7' frame looked as though Michelangelo himself had chiseled a work of celestial perfection. His small firm plush pecs were sculpted exquisitely and his stomach was flat and ridged to perfection. It looked as if this beautiful little work of art, named Rick Warrand, spent just about every waking hour lifting weights.

Jason was agog. He'd never before seen someone so young and tender and so pretty, with such flawlessly chiseled muscle tone. The man almost felt faint when he began to imagine what the rest of his young body might look like.

"Hi Jason!" contentedly greeted the handsome, half-naked kid with his cute crooked smile and bright welcoming eyes, ".here to collect!"

"Come on in," said Jason, feeling a bit light-headed, and just a little weak in the knees.

The boy's beauty was literally taking his breath away. His eyes seemed to water with passion as the loud thundering of his heart seemed to drown out all other sounds in the world. 'Holy Shit,' thought the man, 'if only this kid were older and gay, I'd be in fucking heaven'.

The only words that Jason could stammer and choke out were, "I...I didn't know you worked-out with weights so much" -- while he awkwardly gestured towards the kid's chest.

Instantly Rick blushed and bashfully looked down, "Me? No...just kinda natural I guess. I don't have to work at. Dad calls it genetics."

Jason Miles for whatever reason found himself being inordinately envious. He offered the beautiful Adonis a coke. After handing Rick the soft drink, Jason walked over to the desk to write out the check.

When handing Rick the check, Jason noticed a thoughtful expression cross the flawless features of that handsome face. It was as if he wanted to ask Jason something.

"Something wrong?" asked the man.

"No..no...nothing's wrong," replied the seemingly embarrassed sandy-haired kid, "it was just that I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?"

"Sure," said Jason, "Shoot!"

"Well...I have a problem with my girlfriend," began Rick, "I thought maybe you could help."

"Oh, Oh.....well, I'm not sure, Rick," replied Jason, "I'm not a teenager any more. Don't you have a best friend you can ask?'

"Hell, No!" blurted out the kid. "I can't admit to him I'm a virgin!!"

Needless to say, that got Jason's attention. A miniscule sprinkling of hope once again filled his mind.

Rick went into a tale of having dated his girlfriend for two years and that she was old-fashioned and wouldn't let him have any actual sex..or "do the nasty" to quote him. That she wasn't to any over-the-clothing groping and grabbing. But no oral sex or penetration because she was saving her pussy for marriage. And the kids problem was that, all that hugging, kissing, grinding and groping and grabbing was keeping him in a constant state of horniness. Because he kept wondering what it would be like to get his dick wet with her. And he had to keep jerking off thinking about her; but lately jacking off isn't enough.

And then he dropped a bombshell.

"Hell, yeah, man," continued Rick, "sometimes I get so fucking horny that I think about letting one of these god-damn faggots around here suck my cock!" And as he said this he was waving his beautiful well sculpted arms in the air in an exaggerated 'gay' parody.

"Faggots!!" questioned Jason.

"Yeah, all these single, unmarried dudes that live around here - they're all fags! They try to act normal but they're always asking me to let them suck me off! Some even ask if they can eat out my dirty asshole!"

Before Jason thought, he blurted out, "Hey! I'm single! And I'm unmarried!"

Immediately, he regretted it.

Instantly, Rick's triumphant expression changed to a troublesome one as he began to stammer for the right words. "You...you...you're not one.......are you? ....Oh.Jesus.....I'm sorry!....I didn't mean......Oh, fuck. Man........I didn't.....I....... I need to go!"

"Wait!........wait, Rick..don't have to go!"

"Oh, fuck, man, I really didn't mean it!" stammered the pretty boy with the perfect body, "I'm....I'm.....I'm really sorry! I gotta go!" he repeated as he disappeared through the door.

For the next week or so there was no Rick. Temporary paper boys were on the route. Finally one of the temp paper boys told him that when Rick had turned 18 a week ago, he took some time off to visit his grandparents up north.

A few days after that, as Jason lay outside by the pool getting the last full rays of summer before fall set in, there across the courtyard was Rick. He was back.

Instantly, Jason got lightheaded and his heart began thundering like lovesick adolescent school boy. He had to confront him! He had to talk to him! When Rick looked over and saw Jason, he froze in his tracks. He looked totally 'busted'! -- just like he had looked that morning when Jason had caught him about to lob the newspaper at the door. He was magnificent!

What a masterful sight to behold, thought Jason. It seemed like centuries had passed since he'd seen that adorable, heart-stirring visage.

And I think that if the truth be told, Rick Warrand, too, experienced similar heart-stirring emotions as he moved, almost methodically, in Jason's direction.

Jason Miles' 6-foot-2 inch presence stoically mastered the ground as the Daily News dude approached. Immediately, those sparkling blue/gray eyes and rosebud lips went into an apology mode.

"Stop! Just stop, Okay?' warmly admonished Jason. He then asked the kid if he'd come inside so they could talk in private. Rick agreed.

Once inside, again the wide=eyed teenager commenced with the "I'm so sorry" mantra.

And once gain Jason told him to quit with the apologizing. That he, himself, wasn't offended in the least by what he'd said. Jason then calmly stated that he considered Rick to be his friend, a very special friend, and was now afraid Rick wouldn't want his friendship anymore, knowing he was a 'faggot!".

"Oh, no, man! Hell, no, Jason," chimed in Rick, "you're cool, man. Super cool! And I like you a lot. It's just that I didn't know....I'm sorry..."

"Will you please stop with this 'sorry' shit, man!?" reprimanded Jason again, almost screaming. He then explained that all homosexuals weren't alike. Some you can tell; some you can't. He then went on to explain that Rick's young body was exceptionally desirable to people like himself.

A more radiant glow than usual possessed the boy, "do you think I'm good looking, especially since I am kinda short and small?"

'Uh-Oh' thought Jason. That might be a loaded question. If he answered no, that might hurt the kid's feelings. If he answered yes, the kid might think he was trying to make some moves. What a quandary thought Jason, especially since sucking and deep-throating Rick's cock was something he'd been fantasizing about many more times than once, over the past days, weeks and months.

Well, Rick," began Jason, "..to tell the truth, hell yeah! You are one super hot and handsome young man! And if you were a bit older I'll probably be chasing you all over town, trying to get into your hot pants, myself!"

Rick's eyes sparkled more brightly than ever. The sweet lopsided smile of those luscious rosebud lips seemed to radiate the room with a new glow. An arousing, intoxicating scent of adolescent sex musk wafted prominently throughout the air in the room. His luscious, silken, peaches-and-cream skin shimmered with a beckoning sexuality as he almost whispered in Jason's direction. "I will let you if you really want to."

Jason felt his 9-inch cock immediately stiffen. He took in deep inhales of air.

"Ah...oh, wow...ah, Rick," began Jason, "you really need to think about this before you say that, okay?"

His beautiful young eyes glistening brightly with sex-intent, and his hands unconsciously traveling down inside his jeans to his crotch, he softly uttered, "I already have thought about it, man. I already have. I've been whacking off for the past few weeks thinking about what it would be like with you. I really want my first time to be with you."

They looked into each eyes for what seemed like an eternity, each being in a state of disbelief that what both had dreamt of was what both was about to make happen.

Finally Jason stood up and held out his hand to the gorgeous newly 18-year- old. Rick took his hand and followed Jason to the bedroom. Sitting down on the edge of the bed Jason looked at the boy and asked. "Are you really sure?"

Without answering, Rick pulled off his cap and tossed it across the room; tore off his tee-shirt, revealing that magnificent chest, and threw it to the floor. Then, unbuckling the baggy trousers he shoved them down to his ankles; he wore no underwear.

Jason uncontrollably shuddered at the unbelievable sight and scent of him. He inhaled deeply. The intoxicating youthful aroma brought tears of unimaginable joy to his eyes. The cock was fucking beautiful. It was seven inches of thick muscle with a perfectly shaped head that was slightly smaller than the shaft. His balls, about the size of walnuts, hung in a smooth sac, that were beginning to tightened and draw up tightly to the phallus in the excitement. There was a delicious patch of silky honey-hued pubic hair eloquently framing that awesome phallus.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Rick breathing grew heavier and heavier. Little unconscious grunts and groans uttered softly from his lips. This was all so new and exciting to him and he was relishing every nuance of each movement and on Jason's part. And Rick's eagerness and excitement served only to powerfully fuel Jason's desire to more forward to more feverish heights. He hadn't felt anything as sexually all-consuming as this since his 20 year old partner decided to leave him last year. Rick's youthful enthusiasm and exhilarating virginity demanded the man to savor every nano second of the very special exchange.

Through sex-glazed eyes he watched every muscle contraction of that perfect young body with delicious anticipation of what was to come. He knew that the teenager was primed to the sexual ultimate and wasn't going to last very long once he'd begun to wetly and hungrily devour that virginal penis deep into his throat. So he decided to minimize if not forgo the foreplay because he knew the kid's load would survive. He wanted the boys first time to be exceptionally special - not to end just when it began.

Jason continued to sniff and nuzzle and lick around that phantasmagoric phallus while clutching at those smooth rock hard ass cheeks, until Rick arched his torso, tossed back his head and loudly groaned, "Pleeeeeze take it! TAKE IT!

The fat juicy cock sliced the air in front of the man's face, stretching and straining and pulsing, seeming to begging to be choked down the throat in front of it.

Ya don't have to beg me twice thought Jason as he leaned in and hungrily yawned his hot wet mouth wide and ravenously sunk that hot, rigid, trembling meat all the way in until the walnut sized balls rested on his chin.

Then lying back on the bed he pulled Rick atop him and commenced to savagely devour the young dick.

Rick's entire body trembled and jerked trembled. His quaking hands came down beneath the back of Jason's head as he grunted, groaned and screamed, savagely grinding his young body into the man's hot, welcoming, saliva-imbued mouth and throat.

"Oh god..oh god..oh god" he began to scream, "I think...I think I'm gonnq cum! Oh god oh god..." he continued shout as he savagely slammed his young hard body into the man's pussy-mouth.

Jason wasted no time in furiously attempting to suction out every ounce of virginal cum that now boiled and bubbled in the balls of that young, hard, fuck-piston.

His fierce sucking did the trick. Within seconds, Rick vigorously grabbed the back of Jason's head in a firm grip, as if fearful the man would move his head away, spread his legs wide as his young voice began to scream. Squeal, laugh and cry, seemingly, all simultaneously, as he euphorically released his first non-auto-erotic orgasm. Every deep emotion he'd known all his life seemed to culminate in his release during those few seconds that he copiously filled the mouth, tongue and throat of Jason Miles with his virginal spooge.

Like a starving mendicant Jason greedily gulped and swallowed down every iota of that heavenly offering. He hummed a hushed melody in appreciative delight while he happily devoured the tasty spooge. He continued to suck and drain the sperm from the love eye of that cock until Rick, completely and utterly spent, collapsed on his face. .The semi-erect cock continued to gyrate in the wet, friendly hole. It was then Jason caught whiff of the sweet musky scent of the sweat-soaked asshole, and BAM! They only served to further fuel Jason's animal lust. The boy continued to lay there in a collapsed heap across the man's face, his young torso jerking and trembling from sheer unadulterated ecstasy.

Finally, when he found it difficult to breathe, Jason eased the spent boy up off of his face and lay him down on his side. The boys face was radiant - all sleepy and dreamlike and so satisfied. The man couldn't believe the immense degree of love that flowed from him for the kid. It was like nothing ever experienced. Not even with Derek. He eased in closer to Rick and before he knew what he was doing, he was tightly hugging the kid. And surprisingly enough, Rick hugged him back, and equally as tightly. And there they lay in that sweet embrace for almost five minutes.

Afterwards they sat and talked. Rick said he didn't want to think he was a homo, but he sure as hell liked what had just happened. It all seemed so real and natural, he said. He then made it clear to Jason that he was willing to 'take care' of him if he wanted.

Totally surprised, Jason couldn't believe the kid was concerned about his needs as he lay there asking to jerk him off. Jason told him that he'd wait until a later time; that he didn't want Rick doing anything at the spur of the moment that he might regret later.

Then came the sudden realization that in spite of the fact of wanting so badly just to get into Rick's pants, he was actually beginning to care about the awesome bundle of teenage energy. But he quickly came to grips with the realization that nothing permanent would nor could ever happen between them. But still, he didn't care.

Those strong feelings of genuine, heartfelt love still strongly existed within him. So, until it was time for Rick to go, he would robustly enjoy his vigorous dalliance with the teenager. Jason Miles' also suddenly realized that for the first time in a very long time he was no longer obsessing about Derek. At long last, it suddenly felt so damn good to be free of that massive looming cloud that darkened his nights.

Jason's life changed drastically from that day forward. Almost every morning, Rick wanted a quickie instead of his usual cup of coffee. He was always hot, stiff and leaky by the time he arrived at Jason's door at 7am. It rarely took him longer than three minutes to pump Jason's mouth and throat full of a healthy juicy load of teenage cream. The morning exchange lifted the man's spirits to unimaginable heights. He sailed through his work day with a new assurance and zest. All seemed to be falling into place.

But sadly, he had not learned his lesson with his ex=partner Derek, about 18 year old boys. And once again, despite how strongly he was fighting it, on all reality he was falling totally and completely and irrationally into love the Rick "The Adonis" Warrand. And oh how well he knew how badly it was going to eventually hurt - but he couldn't nor wouldn't stop the wonderful ride.

On Jason's weekends off, Rick would always spend three or four hours with him getting his cock ravenously sucked as many times as he could get it up. During one four-hour visit he had delivered seven generous helpings into Jason's very appreciative throat. The kid was always thinking of new ways and positions, some of which were damn near impossible, to ram his unquenchable rigid meat down Jason's throat. He loved for the man to wildly suck and eat his balls as though he was actually chewing them up. His heated passionate cries of pain/pleasure echoed sonically throughout the apartment during such times. He also craved for Jason to wetly lick, suck and kiss his body all over as he writhed, giggled, squirmed, and jerked in a sexual delirium with each and every mouthy caress of the exploring. He loved it especially when Jason's would begin to travel up from his knee caps, then tantalizingly along his inner thighs. It was then he'd loudly grunt and throw his legs in the air so that Jason's hot wet searching tongue would find his tight, virginal, sweating and twitching, asshole. Again he'd release those loud boyish teenage screams when Jason slammed his rolled licker up inside the moist hot slick walls of the beckoning sphincter. His hands would come up behind Jason's head and crush it tightly to his gyrating ass while the man voraciously dined on his tasty poop-chute.

At first Rick hated Jason's attention to his asshole fearing it made him too much like a passive girl. But there was no way that Jason Miles' would allow his lips and tongue get so damn close to such a pallitable paradise and deny himself the divine pleasure of entering and partaking. So, soon the boy began to derive great intense pleasure from feeling and watching Jason's immense pleasure of doing it. After a while, he simply relaxed and just completely opened himself up to the phenomenal mind-exploding sexual exhilaration of getting his sweet tender boy-pussy washed and worshipped.

Never on weekday mornings, but always on weekend mornings, Rick couldn't wait to jack-off Jason. He soon became damn near expert at it. His eyes sparked, his cute rosebud lips pursed in sweet delight, and his whole body glowed as he learned to squeeze and massage the man's big balls while he jerked him off. He would get deeply immersed in the stimulating sensation of Jason's arousal and derived equal intensely arousing pleasure in the man's shuddering climax.

Sometimes he'd even suck on Jason's massive nipples. But he refused open mouth kissing and cock sucking. And as for hugging, he loved it. He couldn't get enough of hugging, and being hugged, by Jason.

One Friday night Rick called. He was horny as a toad, he said, and really had to come over. Jason thought this was odd, since he spent his nights with his girlfriend. Secretly, Jason hoped with all his heart that he would eventually give up the girl, but thus far it hadn't happened.

The man jumped at the thought of the visit-request and was delighted because his night times had become a little lonely lately. Now that he was totally in love with the kid and the bars really had nothing to offer him in the kid's place, he was, momentarily, in limbo.

The man was as hot and as horny as a Dionysian satyr by the time Rick arrived, and from the look on the kid's, so was he. Rick ordered Jason to strip and to sit on the bed. At the same time he was quickly scrambling out of his clothes, and Jason knew what he wanted.

Rick's favorite position was for Jason to lie on his back and he would assume the athletic 'push-up' position over him. He would then start his exercise and fuck Jason's face with every push up. The kid's stamina always amazed Jason. But he was only eighteen.

In a hot sexual frenzy Rick climbed atop Jason and poled the man's mouth. The kid hadn't showered and the sweet, aromatically-tantalizing adolescent musk that pungently wafted from his sweaty asshole and balls sent Jason's mind into erotic slam that almost triggered a climax for him. He groaned loudly as the warm, satin-smooth, erect phallus lasciviously luxuriated in wet, welcoming, cock-hungry mouth.

Jason wanted to reach up to clutch and squeeze those two velvety globes of ass flesh. But in this particular position he wasn't allowed to touch the kid's body with anything other hand his mouth. Swiftly Rick performed his 'exercise', up and down, up and down, up and down, moaning and groaning with every hot, wanton, lunge and withdrawal. The intoxicating scent of the young man's arm pits, public bush, sweaty asshole and feet were sending Jason's sensibilities beyond the moon. It was all just too fucking good!

At that moment Rick began to boyishly squeal and groan as he blasted the man's mouth with onslaught after onslaught of copious amounts of delicious spooge.

After he'd climaxed, Rick continued to grind and rotate his semi-erect cock around inside that warm comforting mouth for another minute or two. Soon, he slid his body down across the man until his head of luscious sandy blond hair nestled on Jason's chest. His young cock still semi-erect. They lay there breathing heavily for about five minutes until Rick looked up at the man with those sweet rosebud lips positioned in a devilish smile.

He scrambled back up across the man's body and slammed he fully erect cock into Jason's mouth and commanded him to suck it better than the last time. He knew that his arrogance would turn Jason on - and he was right. Jason cruelly and ravenously devoured the teenager twitching cock and itching balls like a starved junk yard dog, occasionally nipping and biting at the sensitive flesh of the tender balls and cockhead. The kid was losing his mind with the all-consuming lust -- feverishly begging the man to stop because it hurt, while simultaneously shoving and slamming his crotch even harder and crazier into the man's mercilessly devouring mouth.

In no time at all, once again, Jason sucked and gobbled down another explosive generous load from those walnut-sized balls.

Totally energized, Rick stood up on the bed and grabbed Jason's hand saying "Shower time". It was their usual sensuous shower together - but no sex.

When they got back to the bed, Rick wanted to lie on his back, his legs spread eagle, while Jason lay between them, to kiss, lick and suck him off, reeeaaaaal slow.

Jason was ecstatic. He was always more than happy to spend hours on end slowly servicing that perfect penis. He loved to watch and feel the kid's delicate penis muscles eloquently responding to the slow, moist lapping of his tongue as it slid up and down, in and out, and over and around that beautiful tool. When he slow-sucked him Rick was always in a constant flow of movement; continually writhing, moaning groaning, twitching, jerking, slamming and grinding. It was sheer poetry in motion to the man.

Tonight was no exception. When the orgasm was bubbling up, he fiercely grabbed Jason by the back of the head and shoved his bloated, agitated cock way back up inside the wet, worshipping throat -- then firmly holding it tightly there -- he vigorously pumped out yet another monster load.

Once again they lay there in each other arms until Rick's breathing returned to normal. Then, with a cantankerous expression, Rick looked Jason in the eye, saying "Your turn!"

Quickly, the Rick scrambled down between Jason's legs and began to jerk him off. Slowly Jason closed his eyes in sweet ecstasy as those nimble fingers did their magic. Jason's mind drifted off upon a warm lush cloud of bliss as he felt his body being brought to superior sexual release.

Suddenly he felt the nimble fingers of the learned hand slowing and experienced the fat sensitive head of his nine-inch cock entering into the hot, moist sanctuary of Rick Warrand's mouth,

"Oh, god!" screamed out Jason in unanticipated joy, trying to sit up in astonishment. But Rick placed his free hand on the man's cheat, pushing him back down. The boy glowed and moaned and utterance of contentment when he discovered the taste of Jason's fleshy, pre-cum-soaked cockhead to be a delicacy supreme. He gutturally grunted like a man well-pleased with a perfectly cooked meal and immediately began to hungrily suck on the tasty meaty-morsel before him. His mouth took to sucking dick instantly as his head began to rapidly bob up and down on the man's hot, stiff, twitching phallus. Rick had no experience, but Jason didn't give a rat's ass. It was his baby-boy Rick doing the sucking and that was supreme-aces with him.

Jason was so incredibly aroused that his load was only a nano second away, but he didn't want to cum. He wanted this to go on forever. He wanted to see those sweet lips and that thick head of dirty blonde hair bobbing on his agitated dick all night long. But, too bad, he was way past the point of no return, and there was no stopping the flood gates.

What he wouldn't give to blast his load in Rick's beautiful rosebud lips, but knew that it would probably freak him out; especially since this was his first time trying it.

Warning the kid of his impending explosion, Rick pulled up off the jerking rod. Clutching the spasming cock with both hands, Rick jerk it one more time as it began to splatter blast after blast of semen into Rick' jubilant face, neck and upper chest.

When Jason finally stopped squirming and shouting and groaning his orgasm, he collapsed flat on the bed breathing heavily, while Rick still clutched his semi cock in this cum covered hands.

With Jason's breathing retuning to semblance of normalcy, Rick nestled down in the warm embrace of the man again. He laid his cum-soaked face on Jason's chest and wrapped his arms and legs tightly around the manly 6-foot-2-inch frame. They lay there in each other's love and warmth for nearly twenty minutes.

Then suddenly, Rick raised up and said he had to bounce home, saying he didn't want anything at the homestead to look too much out of the ordinary, just yet. Jason asked if he wanted to take a shower, but he said he didn't have time. He took a wash cloth, wiped his face and quickly dressed.

At the front door, Rick reached up for Jason's face and said "Kiss me". Quickly the man leaned down. It was only a wet peck - but wonderful to Jason just the same - for it was his first with him. Slowly, thought Jason, were getting there.

As he slipped out the door, Jason whispered, "See you in the morning?"

With those intensely beautiful blue gray eyes locking glance with Jason's, Rick paused slightly. He brightened up the night with his love-glow -- and through those sweet rosebud lips with the lopsided smile, he purred, "You bet your sweet ass, big daddy. I'm kinda queer for the coffee at this joint!"

Quickly turning, Rick Warrand bounced off into the night with the tantalizing scent of Jason Miles' spooge in his hair and up his nose.