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Oooh, Vienna

by John Hollingway <jhollingway@yahoo.com>


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, go  read something else. If  you are offended by  such material,
why are you even here? Go read  something which suits your state of mind
better!  If you  are under  18 you  shouldn't probably  read this  stuff
either, as morale dictates us, but that couldn't hold me off at your age
either. Just 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may be  copied and printed  for personal use,  but may not  be published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 (nifty.org and assgm.net).


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.

In this chapter there is sex, but I hope I haven't turned the story into
a  testosterone  driven  hunt  for  sex, more  into  an  exploration  of
possibilities.

Enjoy!



Part 2 - 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 James'  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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