summer-night

Subject: Summer Night (Gay, Adult-Youth) Summer Night (Gay, Adult-Youth) Dedicated to Dave out in the desert, this one is short and experimental, which, come to think of it, describes the protagonist in this story, not to mention all the rest of us at his age. Not much else to add since, as you’ll see, you were there. You do remember, right? I’m stretched out on my back on the bed in this very warm upstairs room, waiting. An occasional puff of air crosses the bed from the open windows. A few cars have passed on the street below, but it’s after 11 now, and the town is mostly quiet. The only light is from a small lamp out in the hallway and a distant glow from the streetlight down at the corner. The breeze stirs again and feels cool as it passes over my bare chest. You were right to tell me to wear only my pajama shorts tonight. A warm end to a scorching day. Tomorrow will be the same. I can hear you still running water in the bathroom. The last thing I’ll hear is your peeing and then flushing before you walk down the hall to the bedroom. I wonder if Fireball Roberts got his name because he was in a big crash. Why do you always have to be Fireball Roberts and you tell me I am Speedy Thompson? What if some time I want to be Fireball? (Though, truthfully, I don’t know either. They are just names.) And why do I always have to play with the blue race car and not the red one? Still, I liked the way you built that ramp for me today and the way we sent the cars flying. That was fun. And that was fun wrestling on the big rug in the living room. It was fun when you let me pin you even though you are so much bigger. And it was funny when I stuck my butt in your face and rubbed it against your nose. And later you said I should be on the school wrestling team. Hah! We don’t have a wrestling team in 5th grade! I hear you peeing. And now the last squirt. Now shaking it twice. My friend Harrison says if you shake it more than twice you’re playing with it. Well, I always shake it at least three times. Whoosh goes the flush. Hallway floor boards squeak. The hall lamp clicks off. I close my eyes. I am supposed to be sleeping. The board just inside the bedroom door squeaks. I try to breathe regularly like I think I must do when I am really sleeping. I barely crack open one eye enough that I can see even in the darkness your form standing beside the bed right here on my side. I close my eyes and breathe. Your knee pops a little. I think maybe you are kneeling on the rug beside me. Breathe. It seems like forever. But then I sense a little pressure, ever so light, on my pajama shorts, a finger maybe just grazing the cotton at the fly. The touch so light I think it could also be the breeze. Maybe. But no, there it is again. Inside the fly and grazing my skin karşıyaka escort below the waistband. Yes, ever so lightly touching my lower belly. My peter starts to swell and harden. Breathe. Breathe. Your finger slips lower and lower until it finds my peter head. I draw in an extra breath as you touch that special spot below the head. My peter is fully hard instantly. You slide your finger down my 2.5″ to tickle my tight little sack, then slide it back up slowly to the flared little head. Tickling that so very sensitive spot. You keep doing this for a really long time. I would be happy to let you keep doing it all night, it feels so good when someone else is touching me. I love when you come to visit every summer. Then I feel a bigger movement. There’s a little pop as you unsnap the single snap on my fly. I feel my fly being spread open, and then suddenly you have several fingers inside my pajamas, all grazing and then squeezing my very hard boy peter. Just the way you’ve done it since I was eight. Seven, maybe? I’m not sure. Then you hold my peter between your thumb and index finger and begin to slide the skin up and down my shaft. Breathe. Breathe. Oh, can my peter get any harder? Minutes go by as you slide your fingers up and down my peter. When you stop, it’s all I can do to keep from saying aloud, “Oh, please don’t stop.” But I’m “sleeping,” so I stay quiet. I want you to keep doing it. My hard peter wants you to keep doing it. Please do it to me more, he says. That’s when I feel your fingers inside the elastic waistband, stretching it and pulling down. I barely lift my hips. Pulling down my shorts, exposing my belly, over my peter and balls, now exposed to the night, down over my silky smooth thighs, my legs, my ankles, you drop my shorts with a soft plop on the rug, and I am completely naked for you. Please do it to me more. Breathe. Breathe. Steady. Even when I feel your finger ever so lightly tracing its way up the inside of my thigh to my little ball sack. I spread my legs more for you. My peter flares for your touch as you take it between your thumb and middle finger and begin again that wonderful sliding motion. But this time your other hand is tickling my ball sack and lightly touching the skin below it. It feels SO good. Just please do it to me more. Touch me while I’m naked for you. I have to draw in my breath when I realize you have leaned down and started kissing my peter. Its little head flares for you as your lips caress it. And then kissing my shaft. And then my ball sack. Your breath is hot on my most private spots. You’ve never kissed me down there before. I sense my legs spreading more for you. Your breath is hot. Then I feel your tongue flicking at my ball sack, kartal escort then flicking up my hard little shaft, then finding my pulsing peter head. I have to exhale loudly. I cannot help it. Please do it to me more. My peter is straining to be with your tongue. That’s when you open your mouth and take the whole thing in. Suddenly my peter and balls are surrounded by your hot mouth and your swirling tongue. “Ohhhhhhhhhh” I moan, all pretense of sleep gone. Your lips are wrapped tightly around my peter now and sliding up and down, up and down. When you stop and pull off it, leaving it wet and pulsing in the night breeze, again I moan “Ohhhhh,” but this time in protest. Please don’t stop, I want to say. That’s when I feel your breath on my face and smell the Colgate toothpaste. When your lips touch mine, I don’t know what to do. You are kissing me on the lips. You’ve never done that before. I kiss you back. Your tongue is on my lips, pushing. I open my lips and your tongue comes into my mouth and instantly finds my tongue, flicking at it. It feels good. Really dirty and really good. You tickle my tongue with yours and then suck my tongue into your mouth. “Mmmmm” I have to say. Our tongues play with each other until I am panting. We never did this before, when I was nine, or eight, or seven, maybe. You pull away, and then I feel your tongue in my ear, probing. Your breath is hot in my ear, and a whisper says, “I’m going to kiss you in all your naughty places.”, Please don’t stop, I want to say, but all I can manage is a breathy “mmmm.” Then I feel you take my hard peter back into your mouth and begin sucking it seriously. At the same time, your tongue keeps swirling around the head. Up and down, up and down. I start to lift my butt to push into your mouth harder. My legs spread wide and I realize your finger is tickling my butthole. I hear myself moan, “Oh, please, yes, more. . .” Up and down you slide your tight lips on my hard boy peter. Your finger tickles my hole, pressing into my pucker. I push and push into your mouth. Suck my peter, yes, suck my peter, please. Please do it to me more. You are going up and down on me now in a regular motion. Pushing my peter into your mouth where your tongue swirls the head, then back out, then back in, back out. Regular. Maybe a little faster now. And your finger is just inside my pucker, making a little circular motion. I am on fire for it. For your mouth. For your finger. I want it all. You pull your finger out of my pucker and then I feel something under my nose. I smell my butt. You’re holding your finger for me to smell. Then it goes away, and I hear a licking sound. Are you licking that smelly finger? Then your mouth sucks my kastamonu escort peter back into its heat. Your finger goes back to my pucker. I feel it slide back inside, the finger wet now. When you make it go in a circular motion just inside my pucker, I feel wave after wave of pulsing pleasure, like a pinball trapped and bouncing between three bumpers. “Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh,” I whisper. Please do it to me more. When I push back against your finger, it goes deep up inside me. You never did that before. Your mouth is riding up and down on my peter. Your finger is inside my butt. I am on fire for them. In and out, in and out we go. My peter in your mouth. Your finger in my butthole. When you stop suddenly, I whimper, “No, please don’t!” The bed is moving. In a single motion, you slide in under my legs, lift them, and push my knees against my chest. Your tongue, yes, your tongue licks my pucker. You are kissing and licking my pucker. And then I feel you push your tongue inside me as you hold my butt cheeks apart. Now it’s pulling out, now it’s in, out, in. “Mmmmmmm,” you moan softly as you kiss and lick my hole. For minutes. I don’t know how many. A lot. I just want it to keep going. Please don’t stop. Please. When you do stop and get up on your knees, I don’t even think about it when you lean forward to kiss my lips. I kiss you back, hard. Then you lower my legs and suck my hard peter back into your mouth. You start riding up and down it again, but faster this time. It’s like all of me is concentrated in my peter. Up and down, you go. Up and down. And when you put your finger to my pucker again, it slides in easily, and deep. It touches a special spot deep inside me. You’re riding my peter, riding my peter, touching that spot, stroking that spot. I push my peter into your mouth and push back on your finger deep inside me. I want it more, more, more. I feel like I’m gonna pee. I think I’m gonna pee. Not in your mouth! But then, yes, I don’t care. I’ll pee in your mouth. I’ll do it. I’m gonna do it. Gonna do it. “Ohhhhhhh ohhhhh OHhhhhhh!” My peter is pulsing, jerking. My pucker is squeezing tight around your finger. It’s too much. I can’t stand it. My peter is an explosion of pleasure. My pucker grabs your finger. Over and over. Your mouth slows its riding. Your tongue flicks still at my peter head. Your finger holds still inside me. My breathing slows. Twitching inside your mouth, my peter is SO sensitive. I feel your finger slowly pull out of my pucker. Then your mouth releases me. I can feel my heartbeat in my temples. You rise up and get off the bed and move toward me. I feel your breath hot in my ear. “That’s my boy,” you whisper. “What a good boy you are.” I’m just trying to breathe normally. Wow. But I already know what I will say in a minute or two: “Do it again. Please.” Comments, accolades, gifts, grunts to ail and please donate to Nifty to keep the archive alive. I have more stories here than the ones listed under Authors. “Doubling Down at the Mall” and “Matt Clarke” were both popular, for example.