"Ahhh. uhhhhmnn." The feeling of his tongue caressing me was almost too
much, but with all restraint I could, I held back. I didn't have very much
control, seeing as how I was so inexperienced.
He ran his tongue from the back of me all the way up to the head my standing tall erection, using his mouth as a vacuum just around the top, applying suction and making me wonder if I was just going to explode right then and there. But no. sensing my heightening ecstasy, he quickly released my cock from his mouth's grip and I felt all the pleasure begin to fade away slowly. Damnit. He was such a tease.
His strong, toned arms found their way up my chest, rubbing vigorously. I loved every minute of it. Kissing my neck softly, he began making his way down my body once again. The sensation of his soft, silky auburn brown hair brushing against the inside of my thigh was nothing short of electric as his head once again lowered to my waiting cock.
RING!!
The piercing, shrill sound of the telephone interrupted my pleasure.
"Hold on a sec. umm, Tristan." He wrapped his hand around my firm penis and began moving his arm up and down, sending pulses of pleasure through my body. I guess this was his way of keeping me at bay while he tended to the telephone. This I could handle a lot better anyway, seeming as how I do enough jerking off on my own as it is.
"Yeah?" He answered his phone coolly.
It was then that I began to wonder exactly why it was that I was here - or exactly what possessed me to run out and sneak into a gay strip club, meeting this guy who was nearly six years older than me, and accept an invitation back to his house. I looked up at him, and it was then that I realized I couldn't even remember his name. After all, I had only known him for a couple hours so far. Then, I remembered why I had run out to begin with.
*Earlier that Night*
I walked through the front door to my home, wanting to just go upstairs and write in my journal, and then go to bed. My life was boring.. I only had a select few friends; I was basically a loser. so there was nothing better to do anyway.
As I started up the stairs, my mother emerged from the kitchen with a stern look on her face.
"Tristan, where have you been?" She asked gravely.
"I was over at Matt's for dinner. Didn't you get my message on the answering machine?" I asked.
"No, I didn't. But I guess that's okay."
Good. My bitch mother had decided to go easy on me tonight.
Matt was my best friend. He only lived a couple streets down from me. We'd known each other now for about three years, since seventh grade. We were sophomores in high school together now. We were as close as close could be. So far, he was the only one that I had let know about me - but even though he knew that, I still didn't tell him just how hot I thought he was or how my raging teenage hormones made me want to jump his bones.
"That's not really what I wanted to talk to you about anyway, Tristan." My mother cut my thoughts of at the pass, which in actuality was probably a good thing, because I could tell where they were headed. Keep thinking like that and I would have had to go up and have a friendly little jerk before I went to bed.
"Well all right, what is it then?" I asked, becoming increasingly annoyed.
"Well, I was in your room doing some cleaning this afternoon while you were at school, and I found this.." She pilled out a red leather bound notebook that had my name printed in black across the front of it. Shit, it was my journal. The things written in there were definitely for my eyes only.
"Don't tell you went and r-
"Read it?" She cut me off. "Yes, I did, Tristan. And it's a good thing I did too. we've got to get rid of that nasty habit of yours before you become one of those sick kind of perverts we see profiled on America's Most Wanted." She said in a haughty tone.
"You BITCH!" I yelled.
"Don't you talk like that to your own mother mister." She said, anger evident in her eyes.
"A nasty habit? It's called homosexuality, Blair" I said, refusing to call her "mom", and it's not nasty." I declared.
"It most certainly is! It's.. unnatural!" She cringed even at the thought of it. "You are a sixteen year old boy. you need to be having natural thoughts about females, NOT males!"
"Look"- I tried to speak, but she cut me off again.
"And after reading the filth in this disgusting thing you call a journal, and seeing how you think of your friend Matt, I've decided you are going to no longer see or speak to him. at least outside of school."
"WHAT?!" I screamed. "You can't do this to me! I won't let you!"
With that, I swiped my journal from her, went tearing up the stairs, and slammed and locked my door. Now I was pissed. I hate her. I needed to do something that would piss her off. Better yet, make her sick to her stomach. I went to my desk drawer and pulled out a fake ID. the fake ID that Matt had made me on my last birthday when I complained that I wanted to be older instead of sixteen. I knew just what to do to get to her.
*Back to the current setting*
I couldn't think anymore. My brain stopped comprehending all thought. The only thing it was acknowledging was the unbelievable feeling that was rushing through my body. His voice was just a complete blur - I was oblivious to everything around me, at this moment, I lived only for that feeling. Not remembering that he was on the phone, I let out the loudest moan possible as I exploded, my release shooting up high into the air and splattering all over my abdomen and lower chest, and on his hands as well.
Looking at me like I had just done the stupidest thing in the world.
"Um, yeah, Miss Kline, I'll be right in." He said to whoever was on the phone, and hung up.
"Tristan, I was on the phone ya know." He said.
With a smile, all I could manage to say was -
"Sorry."
I lay there as he got up and went to his closet, while quickly putting his boxers back on.
"I gotta go to work, I'm on call. feel fre to clean yourself up, take a shower or whatever you need to do before you leave." He told me.
Bewildered, I sat up.
"On call? What exactly do you do?" I inquired.
"I'm a nurse at the local hospital." He answered.
"Oh." I replied with a small, unnoticeable snicker.
I got up and reached to the floor to grab my boxers and other clothes. As I was bending over, I felt a sharp sting on my ass and stood up quickly, just in time to see him walk out through the front door. A smack on the ass and that was it? He just left? This was it? No. No it wasn't. I had to see him again. For a twenty two year old, he was just so fucking hot.
I made my way to his bathroom and, after a few moments, figured out how to work his shower and got in. As the water pelted my naked body, I leaned up against the wall and recounted the events of the evening. How I had just barely gotten into the club. they almost didn't fall for my ID, which is understandable since I am really only sixteen. But when I got in the club, there he was, straight ahead of me, grinding with some other guy on the dance floor. I immediately wanted him, but being my first experience in a club, I didn't quite know how to handle it. Luckily, I didn't have to, as eventually he came up to me. We talked, we danced. and well, you know the rest. It's just a shame he thinks I'm twenty one.
I looked down and saw that once again I was hard and throbbing. Damn those teenage hormones. I jerked it just long enough to come and leaned over the drain to make sure I left no mess.
As I was walking out the door, I stopped. I wanted something. Something to remember him by in case I didn't see him again. Quickly, I went through his dresser and pilfered a pair of his boxers before exiting, locking the door behind me.
He ran his tongue from the back of me all the way up to the head my standing tall erection, using his mouth as a vacuum just around the top, applying suction and making me wonder if I was just going to explode right then and there. But no. sensing my heightening ecstasy, he quickly released my cock from his mouth's grip and I felt all the pleasure begin to fade away slowly. Damnit. He was such a tease.
His strong, toned arms found their way up my chest, rubbing vigorously. I loved every minute of it. Kissing my neck softly, he began making his way down my body once again. The sensation of his soft, silky auburn brown hair brushing against the inside of my thigh was nothing short of electric as his head once again lowered to my waiting cock.
RING!!
The piercing, shrill sound of the telephone interrupted my pleasure.
"Hold on a sec. umm, Tristan." He wrapped his hand around my firm penis and began moving his arm up and down, sending pulses of pleasure through my body. I guess this was his way of keeping me at bay while he tended to the telephone. This I could handle a lot better anyway, seeming as how I do enough jerking off on my own as it is.
"Yeah?" He answered his phone coolly.
It was then that I began to wonder exactly why it was that I was here - or exactly what possessed me to run out and sneak into a gay strip club, meeting this guy who was nearly six years older than me, and accept an invitation back to his house. I looked up at him, and it was then that I realized I couldn't even remember his name. After all, I had only known him for a couple hours so far. Then, I remembered why I had run out to begin with.
*Earlier that Night*
I walked through the front door to my home, wanting to just go upstairs and write in my journal, and then go to bed. My life was boring.. I only had a select few friends; I was basically a loser. so there was nothing better to do anyway.
As I started up the stairs, my mother emerged from the kitchen with a stern look on her face.
"Tristan, where have you been?" She asked gravely.
"I was over at Matt's for dinner. Didn't you get my message on the answering machine?" I asked.
"No, I didn't. But I guess that's okay."
Good. My bitch mother had decided to go easy on me tonight.
Matt was my best friend. He only lived a couple streets down from me. We'd known each other now for about three years, since seventh grade. We were sophomores in high school together now. We were as close as close could be. So far, he was the only one that I had let know about me - but even though he knew that, I still didn't tell him just how hot I thought he was or how my raging teenage hormones made me want to jump his bones.
"That's not really what I wanted to talk to you about anyway, Tristan." My mother cut my thoughts of at the pass, which in actuality was probably a good thing, because I could tell where they were headed. Keep thinking like that and I would have had to go up and have a friendly little jerk before I went to bed.
"Well all right, what is it then?" I asked, becoming increasingly annoyed.
"Well, I was in your room doing some cleaning this afternoon while you were at school, and I found this.." She pilled out a red leather bound notebook that had my name printed in black across the front of it. Shit, it was my journal. The things written in there were definitely for my eyes only.
"Don't tell you went and r-
"Read it?" She cut me off. "Yes, I did, Tristan. And it's a good thing I did too. we've got to get rid of that nasty habit of yours before you become one of those sick kind of perverts we see profiled on America's Most Wanted." She said in a haughty tone.
"You BITCH!" I yelled.
"Don't you talk like that to your own mother mister." She said, anger evident in her eyes.
"A nasty habit? It's called homosexuality, Blair" I said, refusing to call her "mom", and it's not nasty." I declared.
"It most certainly is! It's.. unnatural!" She cringed even at the thought of it. "You are a sixteen year old boy. you need to be having natural thoughts about females, NOT males!"
"Look"- I tried to speak, but she cut me off again.
"And after reading the filth in this disgusting thing you call a journal, and seeing how you think of your friend Matt, I've decided you are going to no longer see or speak to him. at least outside of school."
"WHAT?!" I screamed. "You can't do this to me! I won't let you!"
With that, I swiped my journal from her, went tearing up the stairs, and slammed and locked my door. Now I was pissed. I hate her. I needed to do something that would piss her off. Better yet, make her sick to her stomach. I went to my desk drawer and pulled out a fake ID. the fake ID that Matt had made me on my last birthday when I complained that I wanted to be older instead of sixteen. I knew just what to do to get to her.
*Back to the current setting*
I couldn't think anymore. My brain stopped comprehending all thought. The only thing it was acknowledging was the unbelievable feeling that was rushing through my body. His voice was just a complete blur - I was oblivious to everything around me, at this moment, I lived only for that feeling. Not remembering that he was on the phone, I let out the loudest moan possible as I exploded, my release shooting up high into the air and splattering all over my abdomen and lower chest, and on his hands as well.
Looking at me like I had just done the stupidest thing in the world.
"Um, yeah, Miss Kline, I'll be right in." He said to whoever was on the phone, and hung up.
"Tristan, I was on the phone ya know." He said.
With a smile, all I could manage to say was -
"Sorry."
I lay there as he got up and went to his closet, while quickly putting his boxers back on.
"I gotta go to work, I'm on call. feel fre to clean yourself up, take a shower or whatever you need to do before you leave." He told me.
Bewildered, I sat up.
"On call? What exactly do you do?" I inquired.
"I'm a nurse at the local hospital." He answered.
"Oh." I replied with a small, unnoticeable snicker.
I got up and reached to the floor to grab my boxers and other clothes. As I was bending over, I felt a sharp sting on my ass and stood up quickly, just in time to see him walk out through the front door. A smack on the ass and that was it? He just left? This was it? No. No it wasn't. I had to see him again. For a twenty two year old, he was just so fucking hot.
I made my way to his bathroom and, after a few moments, figured out how to work his shower and got in. As the water pelted my naked body, I leaned up against the wall and recounted the events of the evening. How I had just barely gotten into the club. they almost didn't fall for my ID, which is understandable since I am really only sixteen. But when I got in the club, there he was, straight ahead of me, grinding with some other guy on the dance floor. I immediately wanted him, but being my first experience in a club, I didn't quite know how to handle it. Luckily, I didn't have to, as eventually he came up to me. We talked, we danced. and well, you know the rest. It's just a shame he thinks I'm twenty one.
I looked down and saw that once again I was hard and throbbing. Damn those teenage hormones. I jerked it just long enough to come and leaned over the drain to make sure I left no mess.
As I was walking out the door, I stopped. I wanted something. Something to remember him by in case I didn't see him again. Quickly, I went through his dresser and pilfered a pair of his boxers before exiting, locking the door behind me.