***This work is complete fiction. None of the characters in this story are real. The events in this story have never happened. This whole thing is made up, but creatively. Comments can be sent to paramoe1954@hotmail.com***

Story contains: (t/b, mast)


Kissing Along His Neck

Jamie's skin was so creamy soft and there was something about the stretchy shorts that he always wore. I couldn't help but imagine running my fingers along the smooth skin of his inner thighs. The material of his yellow shorts would lend room to my exploring hands. Jamie's underwear might pose a problem but as long as I was that far up-

"David?" His mother interrupted my naughty thoughts. "Will you be alright sleeping on the couch?"

I quickly nodded and tried to take my eyes off of Jamie's waiting eyes. The boy sat at the kitchen table scratching something off of the table top. His legs hung off the side of the chair, swaying back and forth impatiently.

I had to hold my breath a lot because Jamie's mother's breath smelled like she could overdose on cough medicine. I was only fifteen years old and I already knew that I wouldn't drink because of the way she smelled. I couldn't imagine how this must be effecting Jamie's childhood. The boy craved attention and I wondered if he shied away from motherly hugs that reeked of alcohol.

His mother was an alcoholic and his father was never around. There were definite problems in his home and although Jamie's Mother would come right out and say it, there was something fishy with the family this weekend. I barely heard the older woman mumble her own name at me with a lit cigarette hanging from her lips. I was still unclear whether her name was Cindy or Sandy. She rushed through her introduction and mumbled more instructions that I hoped were simple enough to figure out later. She was going so fast and seemed to be in some sort of a nervous hurry. I had only just met Jamie two days ago and now his mother was over eager for me to baby sit him for the weekend.

This situation was a dream for me since I started fantasizing about Jamie's twelve year old body since I met him. My own parents thought it was a good way to make money for the summer. For some reason, they jumped to the automatic assumption that I didn't want to watch over this little guy with pretty green angel eyes. This really was everything that I could ask for, but I think that I was just scared and nervous about doing something that would go too far.  Leaving me alone with this beautiful boy felt too much like letting the wolf take care of the sheep. It's not that I was going to eat the poor kid, but I did want to kiss him all over.

I could see Jamie slouch in his seat at the kitchen table and that is when I had noticed that the tips of his fingers were all sorts of different colors. I smiled to myself knowing that Jamie had been painting. That is how we met. I was placing some newly painted miniature figures on the front porch and it caught Jamie's eye. His thick top of dark brown curly hair, caught my eye as well. There was something about him at first glance that pulled at a string in my heart. There was something about how his dark hair went perfectly with his thick eyelashes and deep colored lips. He also had a light dusting of freckles just under his eyes and on his nose. His green eyes were vivid and piercing and I couldn't believe it when I first looked at him. I'm sure that I looked like an idiot when I gawked at his beauty in that first moment, but Jamie didn't seem to let it effect anything. 

He had watched me handling the tiny futuristic figurines very carefully and started asking questions about them. He was standing on the sidewalk raising his voice to be heard across the thirty feet of grass between us. I finally asked him to come closer to get a better look at the detail that I had spent so many hours painting. After a few minutes, Jamie was sitting with me on the front porch letting me talk about my favorite hobby and how I started paining. He didn't tire or get bored with me. He was calm and attentive.

Jamie tapped his right foot against the leg of one of the other kitchen chairs. He looked exactly opposite from times when were were talking about painting. It had only been two days, but it was long enough to know that I was Jamie's only friend. It didn't matter because he was fun to look at and as long as we were sitting more than standing, he wouldn't notice the slight erections that I got from time to time.

Finally, Jamie's mother seemed to be at the end of her instructions. She half smiled at me then turned to Jamie to ask if he would mind everything that I said. He grunted out a clear yes as he sat up a bit more. For a second, it looked like Jamie's mother was deciding what to do next. She hesitated, then looked like she was leaning in to give her son a goodbye hug, but then she ended up just dabbing out her cigarette in the ash tray on the table. Without another word, Jamie's mother was out the front door and driving away.

Jamie smiled at me saying, "Thanks for watching me this weekend." His eyes looked to the floor and he added, "Sorry if you didn't want to do it."

I felt my eyes widen in response. "Why would you think that?" I waited for a response, but only saw him shrug.

"We're gonna have fun." I said, patting Jamie's shoulder.  I took a few seconds to look around. The kitchen was nice. The entire house was nice and it looked like it belonged to a different family. I was standing in a house where one would picture family dinners and bedtime stories, but it all looked like things had just been let go recently. Every corner seemed to have plant life, but every plant was on it's last leg. I wondered if their house keeper had quit on them or something.

"I want to show you something." Jamie said. He guided me through the living room which had one of the biggest plasma screens I had ever seen. Then we walked down a hallway that had many doors. There was one door at the end that was open and it looked like a kid's room, but it was a big kid's room.

"Is this your room?" I asked staring in awe at the large collection of movie posters that covered the walls.

"Yep!" I heard Jamie pipe at my side. "But look at this." He said, lightly grasping my right hand. 

I felt the smoothness of his fingers. It was like his skin was made of silk and way better than I had thought it would be. 

Finally I saw what he wanted me to look at. On a small coffee table there were several unpainted battle bot figurines and there were two that had already been painted. I leaned down to look close at the little bots and smiled in surprise. For what I saw, it was clear that Jamie was listening to everything that I had been saying about how to paint the models. He had painted a darker color as the base coat then used a light dry brush to bring out the detail. Jamie's hand could use a lot more practice, but I was fairly impressed by what I saw.

"This is very good, Jamie!"

"Thanks!" I could feel the bouncing excitement in his voice. He pointed to the Salvo-Bot that I held gently in my hands. "I worked on that one for a while last night."

"I can see that." I smiled widely, then freed my hands to give him a hug. "Good job." I said. He seemed to melt into my hugs. I could tell that his own family never gave him hugs or showed as much attention as I did with him. He always lingered in our closeness a lot longer than I would expect. 

I held him to my side a bit longer and he kept an arm around my waist. I looked down at his head of thick curls, feeling an excitement growing down below. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself and silently asking what I had gotten myself into.

I was able to calm myself down while I asked Jamie about the movie posters on his wall. I wanted the opportunity to move a little, but Jamie was content on staying together where we were.

"So." I said after a long pause. "What should we do first?" I looked at his piercing green eyes, watching me.

"You want to paint?" I asked. 

He nodded quickly and then broke away from me. He went to sit at the little coffee table on his bedroom floor. I sat on the other side of the table, cross legged on the carpeted floor. I took on the length of Jamie's collection of tiny figures, understanding that he must have gone out and bought more battle bots than the three I had given him. He also had a large collection of paint brushes and acrylic paints.

"When did you get all of this?" I asked, while rifling through the full box of acrylic paints.

"This morning." Jamie replied. "My mom always feels bad when she has to leave me here so she lets me buy stuff."

"How often do you get left here?" I asked.

Jamie shrugged, "A lot, but I'm usually here alone."

I tried not to look surprised at what he had said, but I know that I failed because I saw Jamie looked away quickly. He moved his attention to opening a new bottle of Flat Black acrylic.

I decided to change the subject, "When we're done here, we could probably use some of my babysitting cash to get a pizza and maybe a movie."

Jamie dabbed a brush into his puddle of black paint, nodding in response to my suggestion. He began laying on a coat of black on his little figure of a Field Charging Bot. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I was unable to stop staring at the soft skin of his neck. I imagined what it would be like to run my lips along the soft skin of his neck and to nibble playfully at his ear lobe. I would nibble and tickle and take in all of his giggles.

"How did you paint the wires on your figures?" Jamie asked, pulling me back to reality. He appeared unhappy with a portion of his figurine.

I took in a deep breath, trying to regain composure. "Well, you have to use a magnifying glass for that."

Jamie reached under a small stack of newsprint and pulled out a magnifying glass. "Can you show me?" He asked.

I scooted around on the floor knowing that if I stood up that I would have to answer many questions about the stiff pole in my shorts. I scooted in next to Jamie trying to get a good look at the wires that he wanted to paint. I showed him how to trim the hairs on a brush to make it easier to get in close, then I painted a few wires on my own figurine to show him the brush technique. It was a difficult thing to show some one else since there was only a small magnifying glass to look through. I raised myself up to kneeling and got directly behind Jamie so that we could see the same thing. I tried to get in close while trying not to smother the poor kid. If anyone was watching us, it would look strange since I kept my butt in the air so that my pelvis wasn't poking Jamie in the back.

I tried to quickly show Jamie what to do, but I was drawn in and mesmerized by his scent. I relaxed my position a little bit, to take in a few deep breaths of Jamie's youthful skin.

"You breath loud." Jamie said, while attempting the technique that I had shown him.

"Sorry." I said, "But you smell good."

He brushed the figure in his hands very carefully then asked, "What do I smell like?"

I was getting tired of holding my current position and relaxed a bit kneeling behind Jamie. "Well," I said, moving my head a bit closer. I took the opportunity to get a closer look at the beautiful neck that I had been dreaming about moments ago. "Let's see." I took the chance to lightly press my nose to the ever so soft skin of his neck, taking in an exaggerated breath. Jamie's body shook as he giggled against my touch. "Hmmmm," I hummed against his skin, "the smell is like a monkey cage and," I sniffed again, trying to act more like a dog sniffing something of interest. "Yep," I whispered against his skin, "Its the distinct smell of a monkey cage and old people farts." He let out a squeaky laugh that tugged at my heart with joy. I had never heard Jamie laugh so hard but I liked the sound and could listen to it for days.

I sat back on the floor, being pushed back by Jamie's squirming and giggling out of my grasp. I felt Jamie's body fall back, landing his butt right on my hard crotch. I ended up cross legged with him sitting in my lap against my boner. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I watched his response. There was no way that he couldn't have felt the stiffness of my dick. I had been so turned on by getting so close to him that I could have shattered windows with my hardon.

Jamie wasn't really freaking out and he didn't look scared or anything. He did stop giggling, be remained sitting in my lap. I was trying like mad not to flex my boner while the boy sat against me. I kept very still to see what would happen next. But Jamie simply picked his figure back up and was examining it closely again. 

Finally he said, "Your weenier is hard." To my surprise, Jamie wiggled his butt cheeks against my hard dick a few times. If I wasn't so stunned, I would have climaxed right there against him.

"Sorry about that." It was all I could manage to say.

Jamie's shoulders shrugged against me, "Its okay, mine gets like that some times too."

I let out a sigh of relief. "It does?" I asked, relaxing a bit more.
"Yeah," He replied, " it's usually hard but no one can see it because mine is small." He paused for a second then I could feel his little butt cheeks flex against my dick. "Yours feels like its way bigger."

I let out an audible gasp when he flexed against me. I could feel my pulse racing and the surge of adrenaline in me wanted more. Everything about Jamie's movements told me to keep the good feelings going. My body wanted so bad to grip onto the boy in my lap and grind against him. I breathed unevenly against the back of his neck, trying to steady my thinking, and trying to keep myself out of trouble. My hands lightly held onto Jamie's little waist as my body waited for the command to stop or feel good.

"Do you want me to move?" Jamie asked. I must have taken too long to respond and Jamie thought I was uncomfortable or something.

I had hit a fork in the road and it was decision time. It was simple, I could ask Jamie to get up and move and jack off in the bathroom or let him stay there and keep talking about boners. One path was responsible and safe while the other choice could possibly lead to trouble.

"No," I replied, "stay here." I felt my hands grip a little tighter onto my little friend. I wasn't grinding into him or anything, just subconsciously holding him there.

He let his weight fall back against me and my dick flexed in response.

"Does is hurt because I'm sitting on you?" Jamie asked, looking over his shoulder.

I Let out a shaky laugh saying, "Nope." I moved my arms around his stomach to hug Jamie's back closer against me. My pelvis liked the action of gripping my desire tighter and closer. I gave in a little allowing my pelvis to move up and run my dick along Jamie's butt for just a couple of inches.

"That feels weird." Jamie said, adjusting his position against me. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" He asked again.

I laughed a little, loving the feeling that was the complete opposite of pain. "This feels pretty good actually."

"It does?" Jamie asked, sounding surprised.  His eyes were wide with curiosity as he looked over his shoulder at me, waiting for an explanation.

"Yeah," I smiled, "Don't you ever rub you weenier when it gets hard?"

I saw Jamie glance down between his legs, then shake his head, "No." He shifted his arms and hands around mine, which were holding onto Jamie's stomach. I peeked over his shoulder and it looked like he had his hands grabbing around the crotch of his shorts. The sight excited me even more. I had been humping into Jamie slowly so that he wouldn't notice, but my speed picked up a but more. Jamie didn't complain as my thrusting pelvis jostled him around in my lap. He seemed to be more interested in what was going on in his own lap.

My breathing became uneven and my face was buried into the soft baby skin of Jamie's neck. He didn't giggle this time, but tilted his head to the left, giving me access. I was in heaven. I was loving the scent of Jamie's skin so close to me. I loved the sound of my own muffled breathing as my lips kissed lightly along my boy's neck. I loved that as Jamie kept playing with his own hard on, his legs and buttocks twitched and convulsed against me.

I had a good view of Jamie's thumb and forefinger gripped tightly around his little boy dick that poked at his shorts. He was working his little boner faster now and moving his pelvis in a regular fucking motion into his hand.

"See?" I grunted quietly into his ear, "Feels good huh?"

He gave a quick nod in reply, then moved all of his attention back to rubbing his crotch. A few seconds later, he slowed a bit. I watched his movements, but it didn't look like he was having an orgasm.

"Whats wrong buddy?" I asked, slowing my hip thrusts a bit.

He stopped altogether and glanced back at me. "It hurts."

I was a bit stunned by his response. I glanced down his front side, trying to figure out if he was too young for a case of blue balls. I figure that since Jamie wasn't doubled over in pain, that he probably didn't have blue balls. 

"It hurts when I rub it." He added. He seemed to be having trouble articulating the root of the problem and finally he asked, "Can I take it out?"

My eyes grew wide as I smiled at him. "Of course you can take it out!"

He smiled shyly and giggled when I poked him in his stomach. I knew he could feel my dick throbbing against his little butt cheeks as I watched him hook his thumb around the waistband of his shorts and underwear, pulling them open. He didn't start rubbing his dick again right away. He leaned his head to the side again, letting me get a good look. 

My eyes were wide with awe as I took in every detail of the boy's hairless genitalia. His little penis couldn't have been any longer than an inch and a half and it was hard. I smiled as I realized that Jamie's dick was just like a normal adult penis, but ten times smaller. I could feel my pulse race again as my eyes took in every soft and hairless detail of his ball sack. He was completely hairless.

"You like my dick?" Jamie asked with a tone that sounded like he expected me to say 'No'.

I couldn't help but smile wider at the boy. "Sure do." I answered, trying to show extra interest in what he was letting me see.

Jamie pulled the waistband of his shorts more and I got a full view of everything, smooth inner thighs and all. It was almost too much. I had to actually tell myself not to reach in and touch him. He probably would be alright with it but I didn't want to take any chance on this kid freaking out.

I watched closely as Jamie began to fondle himself. He lightly gripped the center of his little shaft with his thumb and index finger, squeezing and then letting go. His breathing changed and he seemed to go into a trance as he squeezed his dick repeatedly. As he picked up speed, so did the clenching of his little butt cheeks against my hard on. I was in heaven, being pleasured as I watched Jamie paw faster at his little dick.
At one point Jamie decided to use both hands to rub himself. He let go of the elastic band and it snapped back over his hands.

"Awe." I whispered into his ear, "I can't see it anymore."

He stopped rubbing himself. It took him a couple of second to realize that I was talking about his dick. He hooked his little fingers around the waist band again, pulling it away from his crotch and began rubbing again. As he got more and more excited, he was fumbling with the clothing and  the shorts and underwear slapped against his pelvis again. 

I wanted the show to go on so I grabbed the waist band and pulled for him. I felt Jamie's body jolt against me and my hard penis. Clearly he wasn't expecting me to help him out. Once he saw what I was doing, he immediately took it one step further and lifted his hips up. His shorts pulled down below his butt and he sat back down on my hard on.

He quickly started rubbing himself again and I was leaning further forward to see as much of his smooth skin as I could. I could see the bubbled edge of his butt cheeks as his hairless legs twitched with excitement in my lap.

I still didn't touch him even though I wanted to so badly. His writhing hips were so close. His soft milky white thighs were wiggling around right there next to my hands. I still had one hand uselessly holding onto the waist band of his shorts and tidy whites while the other hand held onto Jamie stomach. He was so close and all it would take is a single gesture to lightly cup his silky smooth ball sack. Or I could even run my fingers along his inner thighs as the thrust around in uncontrolled ecstasy. But all I could do was watch him stop caring about any awkwardness and only focus on feverishly kneading away at his little hard dick with both hands.

I almost came against his little butt. It was when I saw the expression on his face that I almost lost it. He wasn't staring aimlessly ahead, but instead he had his head tiled slightly to the left again and his eyes were closed. It looked like he was attempting to remember some one's name or the name of a street. He looked hot!

"Stop!" I demanded, quickly placing both hands on his shoulders.

I saw Jamie's eyes open, surprised, and he pulled his hands off of his dick. His breathing stopped as he waited for an explanation. He glanced side ways at me.

"Sorry buddy." I was breathing hard, only inches from his neck. "You almost made me cum."

Jamie showed me a confused look. He glanced down at his crotch, still not touching himself. "What's that mean?" He asked.

I was trying to control my breathing, my thoughts and Jamie's movement against me. He kept trying to shift and look over his shoulder at me which was moving his butt against me. I took a little bit more of a firm grip on his shoulders and he became as still as a statue.

I felt the pending orgasm fade in the mean time and breathed a little easier. I let go of Jamie's shoulders and explained into his ear. "You know how good it feels to touch your dick?" 

He nodded in response and waited for me to continue.

"Well, when you do it for a bit longer, you'll get this really really good feeling in your dick." I watched his expression, hoping that my explanation of an orgasm wouldn't freak him out. "And your muscles all over will clench up, but it will feel really good."

"You don't want it to happen?" He asked, matching the volume of my whisper in his ear.

"I do but stuff shoots out of my dick when it happens." I watched Jamie's eyes open wider.

"You're gonna pee?"

"No." I assured him, "It feels like you're gonna pee but its something else."

He looked down at the throbbing hard on between his legs. "Will stuff come out of mine?" He asked.

"No." I answered, "You're too young, but it will happen when you get older."

"I wanna see it!" He said excitedly. He rocked back and forth in my lap, grinding his naked butt against the material of my shorts. It felt good! It felt sooo good! I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to do it more and wanted him to be rubbing against my naked dick. 

I stopped him. He waited expectantly again. I whispered in uneven breaths, "If you keep doing that you wont see it cause I'll cum in my shorts." It took every ounce of effort to pull the boy off of my lap, but when I did, I was rewarded with the full view of his soft back side. He was perfectly hairless and blemish free. His little butt cheeks were like two flesh colored balloons pushed together. I wanted nothing more to be kissing on those silky smooth globes while I shot jets of cum into the air.

As he stood, he quickly pulled up his underwear and shorts and watched me excitedly. His eyes bulged as he stared at the tent poking out of my shorts. I went from standing to kneeling in front of him. I don't know why I was embarrassed that I would expose myself to him, but I was. I was also a little scared, freaked out and very turned on. 

As I was kneeling only inches away from Jamie, I lightly held onto both of his wrists and pulled him closer. We were almost face to face and I couldn't help but smile at his excitement. "Why are you all excited?" I asked.

"Cause I get to see yours." He said, looking down at my shorts.

I laughed a little, then whispered to him. "You can't go around telling people that we had fun like this okay?" 

He nodded quietly, looking at the floor. The excitement and smile on his face seemed to disappear instantly. 

I felt bad for changing the situation to something that might have seemed scary. I caressed the skin of his wrists while I spoke, "This has to be our private fun." I said, "You want to have more private fun than only right now, right?" I moved my right index finger to gently rub the side of it along Jamie's stiffy against the material of his shorts. He smiled and nodded. I felt him push his hips forward into my rubbing finger. His tiny dick felt so stiff and hot against my finger. It sent a jolt of joy through me and I just wanted to pull his shorts down and suck on it. But I had to pace myself. I had to take this whole thing in smaller steps.

I was just about ready to pull my hand away from Jamie's crotch when I felt his hand grab onto my hand, holding it into place. I went ahead and grabbed his little dick between my thumb and forefinger, getting an instant gratification at finally grabbing what I wanted. Jamie liked it too and I felt his fingers grip my fingers tight around his dick. He was showing me what felt good. It was his first day of sexual feeling and he was guiding my hands!

He was leaning into me and putting all of his weights against my hand. Suddenly I was steadying him as he humped his dick into both our hands. He wasn't humping fast yet, he was just enjoying the slow steady caress. That's when I felt it. He reached his free hand to grab onto my hard stick that was leaking precum against my shorts. After all, I was pleasuring him, why couldn't he pleasure me?

I caught his eyes watching my response. I smiled at him and rubbed along his shaft a few very quick times, then went back to rubbing slowly again. He returned the favor, rushing his little fingers up my dick.

"Whoa! Stop!" I pulled his hand off my dick, feeling an orgasm coming. I kept rubbing him while I waited for the feeling to pass. He watched my crotch expectantly, not knowing that I was trying to hold it back again.

I evened out my breathing while rubbing the little guy. He leaned back and away from me, asking, "Did you do it?"

I shook my head, smiling at him. "No, but I will do it in a minute. Are you ready?"

He nodded, saying. "You gotta pull your dick out though."

I let out an exaggerated sigh, saying, "Okay, if I have to."

He giggled and took over rubbing himself and I gripped my shorts and boxers to pull them down. I didn't just rip my shorts down, instead, I pulled them down slowly, watching Jamie's curious eyes. His eyes got bigger when he saw the first signs of my pubes. Then Jamie's mouth dropped open when he saw my dick flop upward against my abdomen. Compared to my high school buddies, my dick was a small five inches, but to some one with a one inch dick, mine was massive. 

I pushed my shorts and undies down to the floor and moved my hands out of the way. Jamie took in every detail.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

He nodded. "Does the hair get itchy?" He asked.

"No, not at all." I replied.

I lightly grabbed onto my dick with my right hand, pumping it slowly. It felt amazing having a young boy watch me jack off. I watched hi eyes dart around as he watched my hand movements and examined my entire exposed body. Not once did he appear disgusted, but instead, he looked like a young boy examining a poster for his favorite movie. With every new glance, I pumped my dick faster. My boy wanted to see me jack off and it felt so good to fulfill the wish.

As I became more and more excited, I thought less about being careful and more about my own desires.  I reached over and tugged at the bottom hem of Jamie's shorts. "Pull them down." I said, "I want to see you too."

He was more than happy to quickly bull everything down all the way to the floor, giving me a partial view of his baby smooth dick. I lifted his shirt up and out of the way and he helped me by lifting his shirt the rest of the way, to his chin.

I was pumping my dick furiously as I looked at every inch of Jamie's soft skin and I threw caution to the wind. With my free hand, I very gently cupped the soft skin of Jamie's balls. Then I moved up to lightly caressing the skin of Jamie's boy dick. As I touched him, his legs jolted a little bit and he let out a small grunt of pleasure. That's what did it.

I turned my body slightly away from Jamie and said between breaths, "Here it comes." I kept pumping and kneading Jamie's dick hard and fast, but my own orgasm was beginning and tensing up my entire body. I let go of Jamie's dick to grip both hands on my spasming rod. It felt so good! It felt almost too good! I had never experienced a cum to intense in my life, but it was good.

I was in ecstasy and caught by surprise at the same time. My dick wasn't just shooting cum, it was launching cum. It was like taking your thumb off of the hose when you're washing the car. Thick straight jets of hot white jiz arched out of my dick and onto Jamie's carpeted floor. I must have shot about five jets before the cum slowed down to an ooze. My body spasmed with each subsiding wave, cringing and then trying to straighten, over and over. I went from kneeling to sitting on my feet and pitching forward, trying to control the involuntary humping motion of my pelvis. The intervals between humps became longer and longer and I breathed sighs of exhaustion.

I felt Jamie's hand on my shoulder. "Did it hurt you?" He asked.

I was still breathing hard, shaking my head. "No. It felt really good."

"Oh." He breathed. I saw that he had started rubbing his own dick again. Still standing, he was tensing up his legs and jutting out his pelvis as he rubbed. His fingers worked faster and fast on his boner until they were almost a blur. I knew he was getting close and he didn't seem to mind when I cupped his balls that were snug against his body. He even spread his legs further apart when I rubbed the smooth skin between his scrotum and his butt hole. I could tell that he was at his peak and that he would most likely be okay with anything that I did at that point.

He kept rubbing, until at one point, he let out a whimper like he was beginning to cry and I felt his knees give way. I grabbed under his legs, holding him steady as all of his muscles tensed at once. He began grunting and it sounded as though he was very aggravated at something, but I knew that it was his new found way of dealing with such unexpected and intense waves of pleasure. He tipped forward and into me, bringing his legs up as he gripped hard onto his throbbing dick. With every wave of intensity his body cringed and collapsed further into the fetal position until he was a convulsing ball in my naked lap. 

The side of his rib cage was resting against my half hard and sore dick. Cum was still oozing out of the tip, but Jamie didn't seem to notice or he didn't care. As his orgasm ended and his breathing slowed, I gently brushed a hand through his hair and whispered in his ear, "Did that feel good?"

He nodded his head against my leg and then his breathing slowed to a steady pace as he fell asleep.

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