Oooh, Vienna

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This story is pure fiction. Although some persons in this story are images of people in the real life, I do not express their opinions in anyway. Anything in this story is made up in my head. This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between males, especially between a man and an underage boy. If this kind of story is illegal where you are living, please go read something else. If you are offended by such material, I would kindly ask you to read something else, too, before you get offended by my writing! If you are under 18 you are legally required to not read this story. Please be careful about what you read and do, some people on the internet are not as nice as they appear at first.

This story is copyrighted by the author, all rights reserved. The story may be copied and printed for personal use, but may not be published without the written consent of the author besides on the original publishing sites.

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Preface

This is part 2 of "Oooh, Vienna". This one took me a bit longer to finish than I originally expected, mainly due to some major changes in my real life. But I hope you didn't have to wait too long, and the level of anticipation is just right :)

As I said before part 1, English is not my native language, but I got many encouraging words after part 1, so I wasn't too disheartened to continue. And I now have a native english speaking editor, who proof-read this chapter before I published it. Any mistakes still remaining in here are solely my responsibility, probably there were just too many of them to find them all. But thanks to Darryl on this way as well for helping me out here!

I got quite a lot feedback after the publishing of part 1, much more than I expected before publishing, but not too much to handle it. I think I have replied to every incoming eMail, and I'm really looking forward to the responses after part 2. All the nice and encouraging words give me a warm and fuzzy feeling, it really feels good to give other people a good time by presenting a story which they like. As before, every feedback is appreciated, just write me, I won't bite.

Enjoy!

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Sex and the city

When I woke up the next morning, I felt disoriented for a bit. But in a flash, everything was back, and I noticed I woke up in the same position as I fell asleep, my back to John's front, him hugging me tightly. The only difference was that something warm and hard pressed against my bum. I carefully felt behind me what was there poking me, and realized with a slight shock, that it was John's hard penis which pressed against my back, from within his underpants. I retracted my hand quickly, but it felt not unpleasant, just unfamiliar. I just snuggled myself a bit nearer to him, and he stirred slightly. Not wanting to wake him up, I remained motionless for a couple of minutes, just savoring the comfort and warmth of his body. After that, I took a look at the alarm clock on the bed stand and saw that is was 6:30, the time I normally got up at home, to go to school. With a flash, I remembered that school was over for me, at least for the time being, but it was no good trying to get to sleep again. I felt just a bit restless, so I pulled John's left arm back from my body so I could get up. When I moved out from under the sheets, John stirred again, and turned around to his other side, obviously still asleep.

I put on the bathrobe from yesterday, since my clothes were still in the washing machine, and opened the door to the living room very carefully, trying not to make much noise. A loud “Meowwwwww!” greeted me from the other side of the door, Ben and Chloe were clearly awaiting someone to get up. I patted them both, and moved to the couch then. The two cats followed me in an instant, clearly trying to get patted, Ben purring loudly, Chloe purring, again very quietly. I smiled at them and did as they wanted, patted them, scratched behind their ears and stroked their sides. They seemed to enjoy it and settled down on me as I lay on the couch, Ben on my chest and Chloe on my legs. Every time when I stopped patting one, he or she got up a bit and meowed protestingly. I accepted my fate, and lay there, at least for half an hour with the two cats on me. Then they decided they had been patted enough for the time being, and both got up, heading to their cup. Standing besides it, Chloe meowed very demandingly, and it was clear that she expected me to feed her. I spotted the cat food, and put some of it in the cup. They started to eat in an instant, and it was obvious that I wasn't interesting to them anymore.

I decided to use the bathroom and relieve myself, and after that, I took a more thorough look at John's flat. There was one door in the living room I hadn't seen what was behind it, and I carefully opened it. Behind it was a large office with a lot of computers in it, clearly a place for work. I closed the door again, looking around the living room. I hadn't had the time to take a look at his book shelves, so I did so now. A lot of books, mostly Fantasy and Science Fiction, but the occasional thriller or other novel in it. Half of the books were in German, the other half in English. As my English wasn't that good, I couldn't figure out what those books were about, most of the time.

I turned my attention to his TV, and saw a stack of DVDs lying on top of it. I browsed through them, a good mix of everything in there, a lot of comedy and lots of action movies. I saw a lot of movies which I hadn't heard of yet, and it was obvious that John had a weakness for young male actors, as a couple of movies had this theme.

Then I spotted two photographs standing in the rack with the DVDs. One showed John with two older people and a woman at his age, I figured out that this must be his family. The other picture was John with a man, a bit younger than him. They had put their arms around each other and beamed in the camera. I really couldn't put that photo in a context, as it couldn't be his brother, otherwise he would have been in the family photo as well.

Putting the thinking aside, I felt my stomach rumble. I thought about waking John up to get some breakfast, but when this thought got through my head, I laughed. I wasn't a baby anymore, I could fix myself some breakfast, and I didn't think John would mind if I let him sleep a bit longer. Going to the kitchen, I spotted some bread and a toaster. I put two slices in and opened the fridge. And as John told me yesterday, it was quite empty. But I saw some jam and chocolate cream, and decided that it was sufficient. After a bit of looking around, I found the glasses and poured me some juice. The toast was ready by now, I prepared them and then went back to the living room.

At first, it seemed the cats would be trying as hard to get something as last night, but after a sniff, they decided that there was no meat in my breakfast and settled down. I quickly ate my breakfast, trying to remember when I had a real breakfast the last time. I knew I must have had some, but it seemed like a far, distant dream to me.

After I finished eating, I put away my plate and settled down on the couch again and absent mindedly patted Chloe. I tried to think about my options and what John would decide to do about me. I decided quickly that when John wanted to do something to me I didn't want, I could still run away, like when he wanted to turn me over to the police, or social welfare. But living entirely on the streets didn't seem like a nice option either, the two nights I had spent outside hadn't been a fun way to live. Living on the streets, sleeping without a roof over my head was much worse than I had imagined. But going to my friend, which I hadn't seen for a couple of years, had been more of an idea to get me started than a real plan. The more I thought about it, the more improbable it looked that he would be able to help me in any way. He was just twelve as well, and I didn't even knew if he was still living here. Perhaps John would allow me to stay with him for a couple of nights at his place, and maybe he could even help me to figure out what to do, or help me otherwise.

This seemed like a feasible plan, and I decided it was the best option I had at that moment. So my mind started to think about how I best could achieve getting John to let me stay a couple of nights more. He was really sympathetic the evening before, so it would not take that much, I thought. But having him in a good mood wouldn't hurt either.

I thought about my behavior the day before, and other than lying to him, as to why I was on the road, I couldn't spot much I had done wrong. And I thought we cleared that up, but I decided I would apologize to him again, as I thought that he deserved an apology.

It was nearly 8:00 now, and I thought John wouldn't mind being woken up by now, but then it occurred to me that bringing him breakfast while he was still in bed would be a good move. So I got up again, went to the kitchen and looked around to prepare some breakfast. I had seen a coffee machine earlier, so I thought he really would like some coffee. As I hadn't really made coffee before, I just filled it up with water and put some coffee in the machine. I hoped that it won't be too bad. Then I prepared 4 more pieces of toast with jam and the chocolate cream from before, as there wasn't anything else in fridge. By the time I had finished preparing them, the coffee was ready as well, and I saw a tray lying on one of the cupboards. Putting everything I had prepared on it, I added some milk and sugar, as I didn't know how John liked his coffee.

Balancing everything carefully, I walked over to the bedroom door. I opened it, went in and closed it quickly behind me, to keep the cats out. I sat the tray down on a small table besides the bed, and took a look at John. He now hugged a big stuffed animal, a teddy bear, in the same position he had comforted me last night. It looked really cute, having a man cuddling with a stuffed animal, and I smiled at the scene. I sat down on the edge of the bed and started stroking his hair, while saying in a low voice: “Good morning, time to wake up!” I only had to repeat it a couple of times before John started to stir. He opened his eyes really slowly, closing them again a couple of times, because of the bright light in the bed room. When he had adjusted to the light, he put the big teddy bear behind him, sat up, and put on his glasses. He looked at the clock on his bed stand, then and grumbled: “What the fuck, 8 o'clock?” “Morning!”, I beamed at him. “Oh god, people shouldn't be allowed to be SO awake at this hour”, he continued to grumble. “But I smell coffee, great!” At least I didn't blow it completely, I thought to myself. But he seemed to regret that he let me stay with him this morning. I asked him: “How do you want you coffee?” “Milk and sugar, please”, he responded. I poured a generous amount of both into his cup, stirred it and handed it to him. He took a careful sip and started to cough a bit. “Oh boy, kiddo, you know how to brew a coffee that gets me awake!” He smiled weakly at me, and ruffled my hair with his free hand. So making him coffee seemed to be a good move. “I made something to eat for you as well”, I told him and placed the tray on his legs carefully. “Thanks, kiddo!”

“Normally I'm not that into breakfast, but it's really nice to have breakfast in bed.” He smiled at me again and started eating slowly. I looked at him a bit more closely for the first time. He wasn't really slim, but not fat either, just a small belly. His chest had some hairs on it, but not a thick mat. He was a bit pale, it seemed he didn't got outside too much. He just seemed like a perfectly average guy.

When he finished his toast, he took another big gulp from his cup and sat it on the bed stand. I moved the tray back on the small table, and he slid a bit deeper under his sheets. I now had cold feet as well, so I pulled off my bathrobe, slid under his sheets with him, and snuggled up close to him. He stiffened up a bit for a second, but relaxed quickly. He put his arm around me, and I settled my head down on his chest. He then told me: “Sorry for being a bit harsh after waking up, but I need some time to regain my humanity after waking up. Some time, or perhaps, some coffee, to be honest.” I looked up to him and he smiled at me. “I really thought for a moment you had regretted letting me sleep here”, I admitted. “No, not at all, but I normally sleep a bit longer and I was a bit confused for a moment, so I wasn't very nice to you.” “Nah, it's alright. I have to apologize, myself”, I put up another part of my "plan", “I really shouldn't have lied to you in the first place.” “That's alright as well, I know you were scared. But you have told me the truth, and that's all that matters.” He tousled my hair again.

I turned around to have the opportunity to look him in the face a little better. My upper leg accidentally brushed his still hard penis. I followed a sudden insight, put my hands on it, and squeezed it slightly, saying in a mocking voice: “Someone has to go to the bathroom!” But instead of the laugh or maybe even an angry push back, John just let out a low moan. Curiously, I squeezed it again, a little harder this time, stroking it a little bit at the same time. He moaned again, saying in a husky voice: “Oh yeah, that's good!” I figured he really liked it and started stroking it through the fabric of his underwear. My own penis started to get hard as well, poking in the side of his leg, as I lay sideways to him. John had closed his eyes now and moaned a bit with every stroke, but put one of his hands on my shoulder and pushed me on my back. He put his hand on my now rigid member and started to stroke it as well, pulling back my foreskin and sliding it back into its original position. It felt real good, and I grasped the idea quickly. But this couldn't be accomplished through his underwear, and in an effort to get me even to him, I slid my hand into his pants. He lifted his behind a bit, to allow me to pull it down, and for the first time in my life, I touched the penis of another man. It felt good, warm and strong, solid in my grip, but moving a bit with each stroke. I started to pull back his foreskin as well, and he started to moan louder. He reached out with his other hand, turning my head so it would face him. He pushed his mouth onto me and started to kiss me. Taken aback for a moment, it felt good as well, so I tried to imitate his movements. He continued to fondle my penis as well, and I had the feeling that it grew harder with every passing moment. Then he opened his mouth a bit and pushed his tongue against my lips. I opened my teeth and lips for a bit, and his tongue started dancing with mine, rubbing it a bit. A moan started to build up in my throat as well, I had never felt better in my life. After a minute of mutual fondling, his body started to get rigid for a bit, he separated his mouth from mine and let out a real loud moan. His penis pulsated in my hand as his body spasmed, and I felt a warm fluid spraying on my hand, that had fondled his penis. He stopped stroking me for a moment, but then continued as the spasming started to die down. I felt a tingling sensation building up in my stomach, and when John didn't stop handling my member, something exploded in me. Wave after wave of pure pleasure streamed through my body, and I, involuntarily, did the same spasming that John had done a couple of moments earlier. I sighed and sank bank against John. This was the greatest experience of my life.

Still with closed eyes, he kissed me again and settled back as well. Then he said lowly, seemingly more to himself: “Oh man, this was a great dream. This young, hot boy came into my bed and started stroking my cock, got me naked and we wanked each other. That is the hottest wet dream I ever had.” I looked a bit puzzled at him when he opened his eyes. When he looked at me, he suddenly had a look of pure horror in his eyes. “Holy shit, Kyle, I'm so sorry. This should never have happened, I'm so very sorry.” These words felt like a slap in the face. Why did he have to apologize for something which felt so good? There was only one explanation, he didn't like me, and had imagined having stroked someone else. I felt tears building up in my eyes and started to sob quietly. “I knew it, you don't like me, I screw up everything! Didn't you like it, me stroking you?” I asked. “What? No no, nothing like that. I really like you, and it really felt good, but something like this never should happen again!” “Why? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry if I did! Or didn't it feel good to you? It sure felt good to me!” “Sure, it felt good. It felt wonderful; would I have had an orgasm otherwise? But I shouldn't have taken advantage of you, at your young age, it must have just carried me away. A guy of my age shouldn't have sex with a boy as young as you!” “But why? It felt good to you, it felt good to me, you didn't force me to do anything, so why is it wrong? And THIS is sex? It really really felt good, I have never felt better in my life!”

He looked a bit astounded at me, obviously pondering the situation. He asked, a bit more slowly: “So, you really liked it? And you don't think I have done anything wrong?” “No, as I said, I enjoyed it, and you seem to have enjoyed it as well, so I can't see any mistake here.” He straightened up, looking at the mess on his stomach, the one he produced while spasming. “Well, I should get rid of this mess, and then I really need a cigarette.” “You smoke?”I asked “Well, not regularly, but there are times when I really need one; especially when I'm confused, and I am now.” He got some paper towels from his bed stand and started to wipe his belly. Then he handed me some to clean my hand, and then he got up.

Pulling on his bathrobe, he headed for the living room, leaving me alone in the bedroom. I was a bit confused by then, especially why he felt that we did something wrong. I just couldn't get it why he thought so. I got up as well, putting on my bathrobe and went to the living room too. John sat on the couch, smoking a cigarette, and deeply caught up in his thoughts, as it seemed. I sat down on the opposite end of the couch, looking at him.

We sat there silently for a couple of minute, when he suddenly started talking: “You know, this is very confusing for me at the moment. I'm gay, I came out 10 years ago. I have sometimes fantasized about having sex with a boy, but made a vow to myself to never give in to that urge. I don't think it is right, because everybody should have the right to decide about his own sexuality, and at your age, you couldn't have thought much about that. And I don't want to force anything out of anybody, especially not on a young boy, as I adore them too much.”

I saw his point, but quickly responded: “But you didn't force anything on me, did you?” He thought about it for a moment, and then responded slowly: “No, I guess I didn't. You took the initiative, back there and didn't seem to be bothered at all. Did you have the feeling I did something to force you, or that you couldn't have pulled back if you would have wanted to?”

Looking at him puzzled, I asked: “Why should I have pulled back? It felt GOOD! I was astounded a bit by the kissing, as I never saw the point in it before, but it really felt good, so I don't mind either. And as I said, I don't think you forced anything on me. Can we do it again, please? I'd really like to feel that good again!”

John looked hesitantly at me, and said: “I'm not sure if we should do it again. I still feel a bit guilty about it.” “I still don't get it. You said you liked me, and I know I really really like you. You are the first person I've ever known who seems to care about me, who doesn't want to send me away directly, thinking I am too much bother. You made me feel safe and comfortable, and that sex thingy made me feel real good. Whenever they talk about sex in the books, it is between two people who like each other, and care for each other. So you seem to like me and care for me. Can't I stay with you?”

He seemed thunderstruck with that idea. “Well, I don't know, I really have to think about it. But I see that you have no place to go, and I can't kick you out on the street, that would feel even more wrong to me. Perhaps we can sort out these things. We don't even know if we get along.....”, he said vaguely. Taking that for a Yes, I closed the distance to him in a millisecond and threw my arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you, I will do whatever you want!”

“Kyle?” Hearing the sincere note in his voice, I looked up a bit anxiously. “Kyle, it isn't about what I want, but what YOU want. I won't ever force anything on you, if you say no I will respect it. You won't have to do anything that you don't want to do! I think that is very important for you to know. But I would be lieing if I said I don't want sex with you, you are very cute and hot. But if you don't want to, it will be fine with me as well. But I will keep the image of your body in my fantasies forever!”, he said, with a sheepish grin on his face. I smiled at him and thought to myself that there was now way I would let this opportunity pass my by.

I looked in his eyes and just had the urge to kiss him, as a way to say "Thank you" in a more sensual way. I very gently put my mouth on his, a part of me expecting him to pull back. But he didn't, and I opened my mouth a bit, to start probing his mouth with my tongue, like he had done earlier. He responded instantly, and a second later our tongues were intertwined once more.

This was the moment when I heard the sound of a key being pushed into a lock. John turned his head to the door of his flat, and we could see a figure behind the glass of the door. While the door opened slowly, I just saw two bolts of cat fur speeding towards the door. John looked as puzzled as me at the door, but when he saw who was entering his flat, he relaxed visibly.

I recognized him as well, it was the guy from the second photograph. He was quite slim, had short brown hair and was obviously listening to some music from a portable, as he had a headset on. When he saw us sitting on the couch, he quickly turned it off, pulling off the headset and exclaimed: “You are home already? I thought you were coming tomorrow!” He entered the living room, closed the distance to the couch with two large steps and put a big kiss on John's mouth. And suddenly everything fell in place. John told me he was gay, they were in the photograph together, this must be his boyfriend. He looked at me then, and said with a devious smile: “They are getting younger, aren't they?” John responded earnestly: “Don't tease me today, I'm not in the mood for it. This is Kyle”, he introduced me, “and this guy with the sharp tongue is Marcus, my former boyfriend. He normally looks after the cats when I'm away, and we must have some misunderstanding as to when I was expected back. I told you, I will be home Wednesday night.” “No, you said you would be back on Thursday, so I figured I'd better feed these two monsters here once more.” He tried to stroke Chloe, but she was on her way to my lap again, and didn't bother to stop to get patted. She settled herself in my lap, and Marcus said, a bit astonished: “This is new, normally Chloe won't ever let me alone. So, how was your journey?” And he started doing smalltalk with John. Obviously Marcus knew John's parents and sister, and asked a couple of questions about them, how they were. But it soon became clear that he was interested more in what I was doing there, so he started questioning about me. John told him he picked me up hitchhiking, that I didn't knew where to go in Vienna, so he allowed me to sleep in his flat and so on. At that point he suddenly addressed me: “Kiddo, would you mind leaving Marcus and me alone for a bit? I have to discuss something with him, privately.” Marcus looked as puzzled as I was, but I could see no way to stay there, once he had asked me to leave. With a forced smile I said: “Sure, may I take one of your books? I could read a bit, in the bedroom.” “Of course, it won't take that long.” I got up from the couch, picked a book which had looked promising to me before, and took it to the bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I looked indecisively at the two beds, and than chose John's bed, as it looked nicer than the mattress on the floor.

I started reading, and I was soon absorbed by the fantasy story I had picked. Forgetting about the time, I was surprised by John opening the door. Looking at the clock, I saw that 20 minutes already had passed, but John told me that they were finished now. John looked a lot more relaxed than he had before, and I joined them again on the couch. I didn't want to question what they had talked about, and Marcus started to fire questions at me. He was a lot more inquisitive than John had been, and he asked me about my whole life, and he slowly got my story from me. It was very easy to talk to him, but somehow he managed to make the important questions sound like they were not so important, so I answered him truthfully, without thinking.

Then the phone rang, and John stood up to get it. He talked rapidly to someone, then holding it down for a sec, he asked us: “Are you guys OK if I leave you alone for a bit? I have to look after one of my servers, there seems to be trouble.” I just nodded, and Marcus said: “Sure, John, take your time. We can get to know each other better.”

After a bit more talking, Marcus suddenly asked: “So, I guess you like John and would like to stay here with him?” “Yes, I like him a lot. He really is nice. He seems to be the first one who really cares about me.” “Well, you know that he is gay; is that a problem for you?” “No, should it be a problem for me?” “No, I'm just asking. He told me about the sex you two had, and I won't judge him or you for it, as long as it was what you both wanted. You know, you could have the best life you can imagine here, John will never kick you out, if you don't want to leave. He really seems to like you and maybe he even has a crush on you, but I'm just guessing. But I know him very well”, he told me with a grin. “And just I'll give you a hint, if you really want to get to him completely, just let him fuck you.” Looking at him puzzled, I asked: “What do you mean, let him fuck me?” “You know, let him stick his cock up your bumhole.” This was a whole new concept to me, I had never even thought about anything like that, so I just asked the first thing that came to my mind: “Doesn't that hurt?” “Well, Yeah, just a little bit, at the beginning, but it stops real soon, and then it really feels wonderful. And John will be very gentle, I know it.”

I thought it over for just a bit, but I still couldn't imagine how something that weird would ever feel good. But I didn't know much about pleasure, as it seemed. “Ah, and one more thing”, Marcus added, “Just be honest, never lie to him, and be faithful to him, and he will be yours forever, if you don't betray him. I think I just hurt him too much, somehow.” He hugged me gently then, and with these cryptic words, he got up and went into John's office. “I've got to go, I'm expected at the hospital in 30 minutes. See you!” John was still on the phone, I could hear him talking, so he must have made some gesture towards Marcus, as he waved back. Marcus walked towards the door, then, waving to me a little, and saying with a smile: “See you, Kyle. I'm convinced I will see you around here again. I think you two belong together.” With these words he left the flat.

I stayed on the couch, still a bit confused. This was so different than everything I was used to. When Mum split up with one of her boyfriends, there was always a lot of arguing, loud voices and crying involved. These two guys still kissed each other, and I couldn't figure out why they broke up. And then the things Marcus said about John, started to hit me, like telling me that John wouldn't kick me out ever; and of course the fucking stuff was even more confusing. But then I remembered the things John said, about not forcing me to do anything, and I relaxed a bit. He really seemed to mean these words, and I knew I trusted him. But being gay didn't seem to me to be as bad as everyone talked about it, using gay as an insult for all and everything. John and Marcus clearly were gay, and they seemed nicer than most of the people I had ever met. And definitely nicer than all the boyfriends thrown together that Mum ever had.

Being a bit lost in my thoughts, I suddenly realized the talking from the next room had stopped, so John must be finished with whatever he had been doing. And just as I thought about it, John appeared in the doorway. “Sorry to leave you alone with Marcus, but this was urgent. I'm self employed, running a small computer company, together with a friend, so if anything isn't working, I have to look after it. What did you talk about?” “About this and that, mostly about me, what I had done before you picked me up and stuff like that,” I responded vaguely, not wanting to tell most of the things Marcus had said to me about John. “So, why did you two split up? You really seemed to get along well”, I tried to solve one of the mysteries of this early visitor. “I think we kinda drifted apart. We were together for nearly four years, living together for more than two years, here. But we just developed in different directions, we hadn't that much in common to start with, just our mutual love. But that somehow died in the process of living together, so after a while, we were basically avoiding each other. We got along better when Marcus moved out of the flat back to his mum, and we even discussed getting together again a couple of times. But there is just too much old grudge between us, we hurt each other real bad, I'm afraid, in an emotional way. So the love is gone, and we don't see any opportunity to get it back. So we agreed to just stay friends, we like each other a lot, and I know in what ways to trust him. And this is how we are still friends, but not lovers anymore.”

This description seemed to fit somehow, although I couldn't see how John could ever hurt someone that bad. He just seemed to be an honest, sweet person. But Marcus told me that he hurt John real bad, so maybe it was just a way of defending himself. And I asked the other thing that was bothering me: “And what did you discuss that you didn't want me to hear?” John smiled a bit guiltily. “I needed some advice on the whole situation with you. I'm just massively confused, and Marcus tried to help me sort it out a bit.” “And, what did he say to the situation with me?”, I wanted to know. “Well, basically he told me to just go ahead and look at what the future has in store for me. He told me to let my heart and stomach decide, what they seem as a right way, and not to let my head interfere too much with it. He told me the same thing you did, that I don't have to feel guilty for some mutually wanted sex, that this is just my head, and that I should follow my heart.” “And what does your heart tell you?” I had to know, as my heart was hammering very loudly just then. This meeting with Marcus seemed to be much more important for my future than I had imagined. “My heart tells me that I like you and that you want everything as well, so it can't be bad.” This was what I wanted to hear, because it meant I could stay with John and we would have sex again. And that seemed to be the two most important things at that moment.

“I think I need a shower”, John told me, “I feel sticky from the cum on my chest, and sweaty from the action we had. You can shower after me, OK?” “Sure!”, I piped, but right at that moment, another thought crossed my mind. I grinned a bit, and just told John: “Take your time!”

He left the living room, and soon I heard the water running. I waited two more minutes to be sure he was under the shower, and then I tiptoed to the bathroom. He hadn't bothered to close the door, so I slid in, took off my bathrobe, and started to climb under the shower with him. This was easy to accomplish unnoticed, as his shower was basically a bathtub with a shower curtain. And John stood under the running water, with his eyes closed. I started to touch him on his chest, and he shook very violently out of shock. “Oh my god, kiddo, don't shock me, like that! You nearly gave me heart attack. What are you doing in here?” “Showering, what else should I do in a shower?”, I asked innocently. I was right in my suspicion, he really couldn't be angry with me for being naked with him again. I ran my hands around his chest, and over his nipples. They were basically on my eye level, ideally matched for me to play with them. I looked up at John, and he had a dreamy expression in his face. He pulled me closer to him, in a warm, tight embrace, so I was under the water as well, and he started to kiss me softly, running his hands over my back. I did the same to him, and I soon started to feel my penis, or cock, as John had called it, stiffen up again. I was a bit annoyed when John didn't start to get hard as well, and I wanted to play with his cock. As I put my hands on it, he gently pushed them away and put them on his back again. He whispered in my ear: “You know, I'm old and I don't have as much stamina as you do. It is still a bit sensitive, and I don't think I could have an orgasm again this soon, either. So, please, just stroke me elsewhere.” “But could you do it to me, then?”, I asked, with huge eyes. “Sure, kiddo”, and he gave me another kiss. Then he turned me around, so my back was pressed to his front, and put his hand on my now stiff member, stroking it again. He now used his whole fist and somehow managed to stroke over the head of my cock, which felt very good as well with the water. I just leaned against him, closed my eyes and gave in to the sensations. I felt myself shaking involuntarily, every time he stroked, and when his other hand started to circle around my nipples, I really felt like I was in heaven. The sensations quickly overwhelmed me, and I felt the tingling in my stomach building up again. Just when I felt the explosion, John quickly held me with his left arm, while his right hand continued to stroke my penis very gently. I felt my legs weakening, and I nearly collapsed in the bath tub, but John's strong arm supported me. “Awesome!”, I let out with a huge sigh. John simply smiled at me, just giving me another very big and gentle kiss squarely on the mouth. I turned around to him again, hugging him and stroking his back. “Why did you produce the white stuff when you had an orgasm, but there isn't anything coming out of mine?” “It will, kiddo, it will happen to you eventually. It just means you aren't old enough yet to produce sperm, as the white stuff is called. But you will, when you come into puberty, which won't take that long, I imagine.”

He turned off the water then, and exclaimed: “Time for the soap!” He picked up some shampoo and told me: “Close your eyes, I will wash you.” I obediently did as I was told, and felt something cool running into my hair. John started to massage it in, but soon hit all the knots in my hair and I started to yelp. “What's the deal? Am I hurting you?” “Yes, my hair is full of knots, just be gentle. In the last two days I washed it more often than in the two months before.” He continued to massage it very gently, it continued to hurt a bit, but not very much, and I could stand it, I decided. When he was finished with my hair, he lifted my arms one after another, soaping them very thoroughly. After that, it was my chest, my left leg and my right leg. When he was finished there, he started to soap my dick, which was very sensitive right now, but he did it very gently, pulled back my foreskin and I nearly collapsed when he touched my dickhead, as it tickled so much at that moment. But he soaped it up nevertheless and told me to turn around. Then he soaped my back and massaged my cheeks very gently, pulled them apart a bit and washed my crack. It felt very weird to be touched there, by anyone else, but not bad. He rubbed my hole very thoroughly with soap, and then turned on the water to rinse me. When the soap was gone from my eyes, I opened them and looked up at him again. He had this dreamy expression in his eyes again, like when he had done something very precious.

“May I wash you as well?”, I had to ask. He just smiled, turned off the water and handed me the shampoo. “Sure!” I tried to be as thorough as he had been, but his head was quite difficult to do, as he was at least 40cm taller than me. He had to bend his knees, so I could reach his short hair, but there was not so much to soap anyway. I just continued in the same order he had done to me, his two arms, his chest, where I played a bit with his nipples, then his two legs which were a bit hairy, and then the thing I looked forward most: his cock. While I had soaped his other parts, it had stiffened a bit, and I happily soaped it up, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing his dickhead. He let out a low moan, and it got hard all the way. His cock was much larger than mine, around 15cm in length and quite thick. I gently washed his balls and his pubic hair, quite fascinated how much hair there was above his penis, as I my body was hairless, except for my head, of course. Then I told him to turn around, which he did without hesitation. I washed his back and then his cheeks as well. I dreaded the last part a bit, but steeled myself and parted his cheeks and put my hand in his crack. It didn't feel as bad as I thought it would, basically, well, it was just a crack with hole in it, not much different than mine. It wasn't dirty or anything, so I started to wash him there as thoroughly as he did me. He moaned once when I touched his bum hole, and pushed out his bum a bit. I curiously pressed against it when it parted slightly, and my finger, slippery from the soap, just slid in, without meeting much resistance. I quickly withdraw it and said: “Sorry, I didn't want to hurt you!” He turned his head around, looking me in the eyes and said with smile: “It didn't hurt a bit, in fact, it felt quite nice.” I couldn't believe him, so I quickly changed the subject: “Rinse yourself, please, as I'm not big enough to reach that high.” “Of course!”, and he started the water. I pressed my body against his, feeling now a bit cold after soaping him up. He adjusted the stream of water so it hit us both and hugged me. We stood there for a couple of minutes under the warm water, and I just enjoyed the feeling of comfort. Then John turned off the water and handed me my towel, while he started to dry himself with another one.

When he was finished, he started to move to the washbasin, but I anticipated this move and started to run giggling there, cutting him off. But he simply stood behind me, as he could just look over the top of my head, and looked, smiling, first down at me, then in the mirror. He looked in the cupboard beside the basin and handed me a toothbrush. He started with his morning routine, brushing his teeth and shaving. When he was finished shaving, he mockingly felt my cheek, and said: “Nah, you won't need it.” I giggled again, as I had no hair anywhere. He used some deodorant, and offered it to me as well. It smelled very nice, I never had used this stuff before.

John turned around then to the washing machine. He opened it and produced one of my t-shirts, a pair of briefs and my trousers. “Oh boy, these really look old. There isn't much I can save about them with washing, they are just....well, beyond rescue. Are you very attached to these?”, he asked. “No, not really.” “Good, then we will go into town and just buy you some new things. And I imagine you need a haircut as well.” “But, I don't have any money....” “Ah, don't think about the money, it will be my pleasure to help you”, he said earnestly. “But in the meantime, I fear, you will have to put these on again.” He tossed me the clothes and turned around, going to the bedroom, as I thought. I quickly pulled on the clothes and took a look in the mirror. He was right, I just looked shabby in these clothes, Just as I hadn't seen a bath for a long time, which had been right before I met John. But everything was in a shade of gray with more or less stains on it or holes in it.

I went to the living room, when John emerged from the bedroom, now wearing black jeans and a dark blue sweater. He looked very nice in them, nothing compared to the baggy things he wore yesterday in the car. Compared to him, I really looked like a beggar.

He turned to the door when behind us a frenzy noise started and the two cats shot past us in blur, standing in front of the door, clearly not wanting us to leave the flat. John chuckled, and told me: “They always react like this when I have been away for a couple of days, always afraid I will leave them forever.” He pushed them aside and opened the door, patting them to calm them down a bit.

When we were on the street, I expected him to turn to his car, but he moved in a different direction. I asked John about it, and he stated that we will go to the town on the bus, as it was not good going to the center by car. So we walked side by side to the bus station, and I put my hand in his. It really felt good. He rewarded me with his big smile and really seemed to like it.

When we arrived in the center, John led me to a large department store, with lots of clothes in it. The shop assistants eyed me suspiciously, but I was used to the looking down and just ignored it. But John steered to one of the assistants in the kids' department, and asked for some help, especially with my size. From the welfare, I normally took things that looked like the right size, or a little too big, but here John insisted that I tried everything on; if it fit and suited me, he put it in a pile for me, which was new to me as well. Normally I was satisfied if they had anything in my size, and it didn't matter if it looked nice on me.

From there on, everything went in a blur. When the assistant noticed John was really up to buying me stuff, he produced one thing after another I should try on. And the pile John intended to buy me grew and grew, and every time I protested that I really didn't need that much clothing, he just smiled broadly, and put it on the pile as well. So we ended up with 3 pairs of jeans, a knee length pair of shorts, a stack of t-shirts in all kinds of colors, 2 thick sweaters, 4 thinner, some long sleeved versions of the t-shirts, 2 real shirts with buttons (never owned this kind of clothes before) and a light but water resistant jacket (John made sure it was water resistant after my experience the day before) as well as a comfortable tracksuit. When he wanted to buy some thicker stuff as well, I plainly refused, as summer was approaching and I didn't want John to spend more money on me. He didn't push the matter and thanked the assistant for his help and asked him to bring everything we had chosen to the counter, we would just browse a bit more. I started to protest again, but John just motioned for me to follow him. When we were in the section with underwear, he said, with a sheepish grin: “I thought you didn't want to have the assistant around for this.” Thankfully, I started to look around, feeling a bit indecisive and overwhelmed by all the possibilities. Sensing that I didn't knew where to start, he asked: “So what kind of underwear do you prefer? Briefs or boxer shorts?” Thinking about it for a second, I felt my cheeks start to blush, and asked in a low voice: “Can I have the same type you wear?” I had noticed earlier he wore underwear which looked like boxers, but were as tight as briefs. They really looked nice and comfortable. He grinned and stated: “Sure, they are called retro-pants here. And look over there, I think those are the kind you are looking for.” We chose like 10 pairs, I wanted only two, but John stubbornly refused to buy me any less underwear. “You should change it daily, and I can't be bothered to wash only one pair of your underwear every day.” Seeing the logic behind his argument, I gave up. We added some tennis socks in different colors, and with that last thing, John seemed finally to be satisfied. When we got to the counter, I was shocked again by the huge pile of clothes, lying there, waiting to be paid for. The assistant needed like 5 minutes to sum it all up, and when I finally saw the huge number popping up, I started to stammer. But John just shot me a stern look and shut me up with it.

Everything was packed in 4 large plastic bags, and we each had to carry two of them. I tried to stammer my thanks to John, clearly overwhelmed by his generous attitude, but he made no big deal of it. But it seemed John's shopping tour wasn't finished yet. He had noticed my ragged sneakers and headed for a shoe store, where we spent like an hour until he was satisfied that I had a pair of new sneakers, which fitted good and which I really liked. They were outrageously expensive, but John didn't seem to mind either.

When John made no move to head back for the bus home, I started to beg him for a break, as my feet were hurting and I was getting exhausted. He just said: “You will have some time to relax in a short while, it's not far.” Wondering what John had in his mind now, I followed him, lagging a bit behind. He steered us to a little side street from the main shopping street. And when he was about to enter a coiffeur shop, I remembered that he said something about getting me a hair cut.

When we entered the shop, a small cry from the back of the shop greeted us, and a pretty young woman hurried to the front to greet him. She gave him a fake kiss on each cheek, and then she started to shake my hand. John introduced me: “This is Kyle, a friend of mine, Kyle, this is Anna, one of the best hairdressers in town. Anna, do you have time to give him a haircut right now?” “For you, darling, I will do everything. But this cute boy doesn't deserve just a plain haircut, I think he needs to get a real new hairstyle.” “Whatever you see fit, Anna, and don't take "No" for an answer from him, he really is in a mood to protest everything today.” He winked at me, and I knew he was just kidding. Then he addressed me: “Will you be fine alone for a moment, kiddo? I need to run some errands while Anna is working on you. It will take some time, as I know her.” “Yeah, of course. Just pick me up, I won't be able to find your place, alone!” He must have heard the note of panic in my voice, because he stated: “Ah, don't be afraid, Kyle, I won't leave you alone. Have a good time!” He ruffled my hair, and turned around to leave the shop.

Anna motioned me to a washstand, and I started to protest that I had just washed my hair two hours ago. “But, young man, as you know, hairs are much easier to cut when they are wet, so just let me do my job!” I sighed, but must smile to myself. I really was in a mood to protest everything. I decided to let it go, as Anna seemed to be a professional about hair. I sat down at the washstand, and soon Anna was busy clearing up my hair very gently after seeing the knots in it. When she was finished, she dried it a bit with a towel, but left it moist, for the most part. Then she led me to a chair in front of a big mirror to continue her work. She asked me: “How would you like your hair?” I really hadn't spared a thought about my hair, it just grew as it wanted. “Uhm, maybe just a bit shorter?”, I asked, undecided. “Kyle, to be honest, I think most of your hair is beyond just "a little shorter". It looks like it hadn't been washed or combed for months.” At that, I blushed to crimson red again, as she was basically right. “I would advise you to cut it quite short, maybe two or three centimeters in length at the top, shorter in the back.” “If you think that's the best way, go ahead.”

And soon she was busy, clipping my hair off, leaving it quite short on top, and even shorter in the back. She chattered with me while cutting, trying to get to know me. She asked some questions about why I was with John, but I just told her that I had been alone for a while, and John looked after me for the time being, trying not to give away too much.

When it looked like she was nearly finished, she asked another question: “How about dying the tips of the hair in real light blond?” “Uhm, what do you think?” “It would look very nice, I think, very cute.” “Do whatever you think is appropriate.”

Soon after that, I really looked strange, with a plastic hood on my head and some aluminum foil in the hair. I giggled, as I looked like an alien. When Anna saw John entering the shop, she shooed him away. “Go drink a coffee in the cafe to the left. I will fetch you when we are finished, and we are not ready for you to see the results yet.” He turned around obediently and left us alone.

It took Anna another half hour to finish applying the dye, drying it, and removing all the stuff from my head, she needed for it. I looked expectantly at the result, but was a bit disappointed, as the result didn't look that great. But, as it turned out, Anna was far from finished, and she produced a tube, and was soon busy smearing some gel in my hair, finishing her hairstyle (or mine, I was not sure yet) by pulling out my hair, tousling it so it looked a bit chaotic. Finally it seemed she was satisfied and produced a mirror to show me the result from all sides. And it was real stunning. The tousled look of the hair looked great, with the dyed tips and so, it just was a different Kyle who looked back from the mirror.

“I'm going to fetch John now”, Anna told me. “No, wait!”, I said, following a sudden inspiration. “I think it would be great, if I could get rid of these old clothes. Do you have a toilet or a place where I could change?” “Sure, just over there”, and she pointed to a door in the back of the shop.

I rummaged through the shopping bags and decided on a couple of things I wanted to try on. I emptied one of the bags completely, putting everything that was in it in the other 3 bags, and headed off for the toilet. When I had closed the door behind me, I quickly stripped naked, and stuffed my old clothes with a feeling of relief in the now empty plastic bag. I carefully put on the new clothes, including the new underwear and my new sneakers.

I emerged from the toilet, seeing another good looking boy standing in in front of me. I looked a bit astounded at him, as I hadn't heard anyone entering the shop. Then I realized with a jolt, that I was seeing myself in a full length mirror. I looked at the clothes I had chosen, a light blue pair of jeans, a tight long sleeved shirt in dark green, with a twirling pattern on it, and my new sneakers. Then I heard someone entering the shop, and turned around to see John standing there, his jaw hanging low in amazement as he looked at me. “Wow, kiddo, you look great!” he exclaimed, and I looked at myself in the mirror again. I wouldn't go that far to call me "looking great", but I thought I looked okay, and a lot like the kind of kids I had always seen on the streets, wondering jealously, what kind of home they might have.

Anna had entered the shop now as well, and looked proud of her work. “I told you, he needed a real hairstyle!” John replied: “You were right, as always, Anna. Great job!”

He payed her without a second thought, and Anna produced a new tube of hair gel and handed it to me. “Here, Kyle, a present from me, just make sure you always look this great. It will honor my work!” I smiled at her: “Thanks, Anna, I will try.” “Just come back whenever you need some advice on styling or clothes, this dorky male hasn't got a clue about styling or looking good.” John playfully nudged her, and she backed away laughing. “Okay, okay, stop hitting me!” She turned to me again: “You know where to find me.” I smiled thankfully at her and just stated: “I know, and thanks for the offer.”

We left her behind, and I practically skipped on the pavement beside John, nearly bursting with joy. We deposited my old clothes in a nearby trash can, since I wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible.

“How about something to eat? I'm next to starving”, John asked me. “Yes, that sounds like a plan!” “I feel like fast food for lunch, I will cook for us two tonight. Burgers?” “Sounds fine!”

So we went to a big fast food chain and took some food to a table. For the first time in years I didn't have the feeling that people were looking down at me, but were just ignoring me. I even had the feeling a couple of men looked admiringly at me, and was almost sure a girl my age tried to flirt with me while we were eating. But I concentrated on John, and I tried to find out something about his work. He told me he was self employed now, for a year or so, creating websites, programming stuff on the Internet and hosting websites. He told me he got good money from it, and I shouldn't worry about the money he had spent on me. I learned that he had to work quite a bit, but was relatively free in his time, and that he had rescheduled a couple of meetings while phoning with the guy he worked with, so he was mostly free until the end of the week.

When we were finished, we headed back to the bus, and went home just to put away the stuff we bought. John told me to put it in the bedroom, since otherwise, the cats would tear apart the bags and ruin stuff. Then we left again, to go shopping for food, and John showed me some of the shops near to his flat and a bit of the surrounding area, so I would know my way around if I ever went out alone. We bought a lot of food and drink as well, as John didn't have that much at home. Everything from plain things for cooking, to breakfast stuff to sweets, all the stuff I had only seen at the shops most of the time.

When we came back, John started to put away the food and told me to put the clothes we had bought, either in the cupboard in the bedroom, or in the big cupboard in his office. When I looked a bit puzzled and asked why he had his big cupboard in his office, he just laughed and said that he had moved around the things in his flat a bit, but the cupboard was too big to get moved around. I saw what he meant when I put my sweaters and shirts in it. It clearly wouldn't have fit in the bedroom, and the office was nearly as big as the living room.

When we were finished with this, John mentioned that he had to take a look at the server from the morning again, and had to work a bit on his email. I didn't mind, I fetched my book and lay comfortably on the couch, a cat on every side of me, purring, and soon I was absorbed again by the fascinating story.

The afternoon passed by, quite quickly, and John was finished working by then. He started to prepare dinner, and I offered to help him. But he said I couldn't help him all that much, and that he really enjoyed cooking, so I went back to the couch and my book. Soon promising smells came drifting from the kitchen, and I felt my stomach starting to grumble. I thought about how the body can adjust so fast from getting no real meals to getting 3 meals a day. Half an hour later, John emerged from the kitchen, announcing that dinner was in the oven and that it needed another 45 minutes.

He asked me if I wanted to play something in the meantime, and when I agreed, he powered on his X-Box, pushed a controller in my hands and started a driving game. We had a lot of fun, as I had never played on something like this before, and it took me some time before I figured out how to handle the controls and not to crash into every single tree on the track. But John wasn't that great either, and after a short time, we really had some exciting races.

From time to time, John went to check the food, and after half an hour he said he had to prepare the salad. I made a face when he mentioned salad, but he told me with a stern look, but twinkling eyes, that I needed vitamins. He told me to prepare the table in the meantime, putting on plates and cutlery and so on. He showed me where to find it and left me alone. I prepared everything and even moved a candle from the couch table to the dinner table.

While waiting for John to finish, I played with the cats, throwing around some of their toys which they chased happily all over the living room.

When John had finished, he put a really great smelling lasagna on the table, and some salad. We both helped ourselves, chatting about things like our favorite books, or music, just to get to know each other better. The lasagna tasted even better than it smelled, and I gave John a lot of compliments about it, which he really seemed to like.

We finished eating, cleared up and I asked John if we could watch a movie in the evening. He readily agreed, letting me chose what to watch. I chose "Freaky Friday", and we moved to the couch. John started the movie and I snuggled up real close to him. He produced a blanket, and we lay there, John holding me, cuddling real tight, feeling warm and safe and we watched the movie.

The movie was really funny, but the story had a meaning in it as well. It is hard to understand each other when you are too absorbed with your own problems. When it was over, I started to yawn, as I had gotten up quite early that day and we had done a lot. I hadn't realized before, shopping could be so exhausting. John saw me yawning and asked me: “Do you want to go to bed?” “Yes, I'm quite tired.”

So he led me to the sleeping room, and asked in a sincere voice: “I suppose you want to sleep together with me in my bed again.” A bit astounded by his sudden silliness, I replied: “Sure, what else?” “Then we had better be moving you sheets and cushion over.”

We then undressed quickly, but when he wanted to leave on his underwear, I ordered him: “Take them off, I want to feel you real close tonight, and you know, I'm not THAT tired”, with a grin on my face. He blushed a bit, but did as I told him, and we both climbed into bed.

Instead of just getting hugged by him like the other night, I lay there facing him, having some other ideas for the remaining evening. We just looked each other in the eyes for a minute or so, and I was absorbed by the dark brown of his eyes. I gently started to kiss him and pressed my body nearer to his. John returned the kiss, really passionately, soon parting his lips and allowing me to play with his tongue. It really felt great to feel John's body in such a close contact with mine, without any barrier hindering the contact. He put his arm around me and pulled me real close to him, stroking my back. He broke off the kiss and started nibbling on my earlobe, while whispering in my ear: “Mmmmmh, such smooth skin, I really love it.” I let my hand slide down over his side, down to the center of his body and into his pubic bush. I started stroking him there, and I already could feel that his cock was hard as steel. When John had nibbled enough on my ear, he planted another very big loving kiss on my mouth and pushed me on my back, which I let happen readily. He started kissing my chin, the upper parts of my chest and finally came to one of my nipples. He started sucking at it, while gently stroking my other nipple. This really felt good, not the same as having him stroke my penis, but in a more sensual way. I closed my eyes, and let out a sigh, signaling him that I really liked this. He moved a bit and was now crouching over me, gently sucking and chewing on my other nipple.

Then he started kissing my chest again and starting to move further along my body. I was hard as hell by that time as well, and really looked forward to him stroking my cock again. But he seemed to have other plans for the moment, as he made not a single move to start stroking me. His cock was out of the reach of my hands as well now, and I just lay there, enjoying the sensations that ran through my body.

Finally, he reached my crotch, but he just skipped it. I really was bursting now, wanting him to reach for my penis and starting to make me feel really good. But he just continued kissing, first my hip, then the upper parts of my thigh and then the inner skin. The skin there was really sensitive, and his tongue, running over the sensitive parts made my cock even harder. He moved a bit up then and licked the underside of my sack and started sucking on my balls, rolling them around in his mouth. There was a small pain attached to this, but I didn't mind that at all, as it really felt good at that moment, especially when he started to stroke my cock with his hand. I started to moan in a low voice.

And then he made another completely unexpected move, when he left my balls alone and put my cock in his mouth. Oh god, this felt so good. He started to suck gently at it, my small cock easily fitted completely in his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down and every time he did so, my cock head brushed the inner sides of his cheek, which felt moist and warm. When he started to do this he nearly sent me over the edge, but he must have felt I was near to orgasm and stopped it soon, now just twirling his tongue around on my shaft and over my balls again. When I had calmed down a bit, he started sucking and bobbing again, and when I felt the now familiar tingling in my belly again, he didn't stop, but continued to bob his head, and it took only seconds for me to reach my third orgasm for that day. “Aaaaaaaaaaaah”, I let out a cry of pure joy. I spasmed, and John just stroked my belly and immediately started to slow down, mostly just leaving my cock in his mouth to let it feel warm.

I lay there, John sitting on my legs, completely destroyed and unable to move. He moved to my side again and turned my head to kiss me. When I opened my eyes again, he grinned at me with his eyes sparkling and said: “I sense that you enjoyed it.” “Enjoyed it? Holy shit! It was awesome!” He smiled at me and started to kiss me again. I finally felt able to move again, and took his cock in my hand again, started to stroke him. I wanted to return the favor, and I started sucking on his nipples as he did to me before. But when I wanted to move further down, his hand stopped me and he said: “Just stroke it with your hand, I want to feel your whole body against mine and caress your soft skin. We have plenty of time for that on another day.”

Doing as he wanted, I sucked a bit more on his nipples, playing at them with my tongue. Then I moved back to kiss him, he was now lying on his back and I was lying half on him sideways, one of my legs between his two. He stroked my back again and moved his hand further down to caress my ass cheeks. Meanwhile, I continued my efforts on his hard cock. I wasn't that excited now, as I had been before when we played, I now could feel little spasms and tingles running through his body while I stroked his penis. He let out a low sigh every other breath, and it just felt great, making someone you really like feel this good. His sighing turned into a low moan soon, and his penis got even harder in my hand. I sped up my stroking, and not long after this, I felt his muscles begin to tighten and he let out a loud moan. I was now prepared for what came, and I opened my eyes, wanting to see what happened. His cock pulsated in my hand, and as I had pulled back his foreskin now, I could see spraying the white stuff out of the tip of his cock. The first spurt went really far, nearly all the way up to his chest, the second and third were shorter, a bit above his pubic hairs. After that, there came a few small spurts of sperm out, but he sank back onto the mattress, clearly finished, satisfied and exhausted. I gave him another kiss, which he returned passionately, and then I got some of the paper towels he had already used in the morning, to clean himself up. I gently started to wipe his chest and belly, but when I came to his now flaccid cock, he moaned again and said in a husky voice: “Be careful there, Kyle, honey, it's really sensitive right now!” I cleared him up as gently as possible, but he spasmed a couple of times in the process. 

Afterwards, I cleared my hand and nuzzled up against his side again, pulling a sheet over us both. He had regained his senses by then, and I turned around, facing away from him. Sensing my demand, he snuggled up real close behind me, pressing his body against mine and putting one arm around me. In this position, I fell asleep in a matter of seconds.....

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