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Subject: What it’s like to be loved 2 Disclaimer: The following is a story that contains descriptions of a sexual relationship between an adult and a minor. If you cannot read that type of story for legal reasons or otherwise, please skip it. Thank you to everyone who wrote to me about part 1! I really didn’t expect the story to effect so many, and I’m so happy that it resonated with you. As I mentioned, there are four chapters total. As the story goes on, there will be more sex, and it will be more explicit. Hopefully this won’t ruin the story for you, I’ve tried very hard to keep the main focus on the relationship. If you’d like to let me know your thoughts, even if it’s to tell me that it sucks, please write to ail. I love to hear from readers! Please help keep the archive running, donate at: donate.. Thanks, I hope that you like part two, Tex How it Feels to be Loved 2 (m/b(11) mast.) by Tex Colorado For the next few days after the time on the couch we hardly talked about it, but at the same time it was like we talked about it all of the time. It hung in the air over every little conversation, exchanged look and gesture. When I got up the next day, it was a Saturday, and Alex was already gone from the room that we shared. So I wasn’t surprised to find everyone at the kitchen table eating breakfast. I was rubbing my eyes when I walked into the brightly lit room, and immediately was announced by Mark, “There’s the sleepy head!” he said loudly, then followed up with, “you really zonked out last night, kiddo.” “Yeah, I don’t even remember,” I answered, “I guess that I was really tired.” I took my normal chair between Mark and Alex, and Mark immediately reached over and ruffled my hair. It felt so nice to be greeted this way, someone so excited to see me, and it didn’t even give me time to worry that what happened the night before was a problem. It made everything seem normal. And that’s how it went most of the time. The first conversation was that night. Mark and I were outside alone and just as I was about to reach for the door to go in, I heard, “Hey, Tim, wait a sec, ok?” “Yeah, sure.” “Hey, listen,” he started, “um, I, well I, what I want to say is,” he said, searching for words, “I want to say that I liked what happened between us last night, and I don’t want you to ever feel bad about it.” “I don’t,” I told him, which was the truth. “Do you have any questions?” “No.” I told him, even though I probably had a few. “Do you know what happened?” Did I? “I guess that I do,” I said, “like, I know about cumming, but I hadn’t before, I don’t think,” I explained as best that I could, “and then I guess that I did.” Mark chuckled, “Oh, you did,” he told me, “for sure, you did. You don’t sack out that hard unless you just blew your load,” then he caught himself, “or, you know, had it your way, without the cum.” “I know,” I told him, “I know that it happens when you’re older.” “Ok, well, listen,” he said, “this may not make sense to you, but I really thought that it was cool to share that with you. And it’s ok that it happened, and it doesn’t have to happen again.” I had no idea how to respond, so just said, “Ok,” and opened the door. For the next several days, it wasn’t always on my mind, but anytime that I wasn’t occupied, I was thinking about Mark and thinking about what happened. Before that, I had never really rubbed myself, but now I did it every night as quietly as I could so that Alex didn’t know. Lots of feelings were building up in me, and I finally knew that all that I wanted was more of it, and I started working on how to make it karabük escort happen. That didn’t take long, because two nights later the family went out without us again. It was a little awkward between Mark and I, the situation so similar to the first time. But I knew that I wanted to be close to him, and didn’t wait to be invited, I just went to where he was sitting on the couch and sat down on his lap, facing away this time, so it was mildly more acceptable, but, like before, something that I never would have done if anyone else was there. I leaned back into Mark, who was slouching in his seat, so I was almost laying on top of him. For a second he didn’t say anything, and I could tell that his whole body tensed up, then he relaxed and let me sink down into his lap and at the same time he wrapped his arms around my chest. I know that I sighed when he did that and everything felt perfect. We sat like that for a little while watching tv. Eventually Mark started to rub my chest a little bit with one hand. It felt so nice to me, I loved feeling him stroke me, so I was delighted when he moved around more, running down to my tummy then back up. He did that for a little bit, enough that it was almost like an automatic thing as we sat and watched. But for me, it started to have an effect on my groin. I was wearing pajamas, and my wiener was pushing against my underwear and trying to grow bigger. I needed to turn it around to get it free of my undies, so I tried to quickly reach down and give it a quick flick to make it snap around to the side, freeing itself and sliding around so that it was pointed up. Mark had to have noticed what was happening to me, but he didn’t say anything and just kept up what he was doing, maybe drifting a little lower at the bottom. Without thinking, I put my hand on top of his and helped guide him around my body. There was such a strong desire to feel him touch me, it was the best feeling of my life, but there was more, and I told him the first words that popped into my brain, “I need you to touch me here,” and I took his hand and dragged it down my body until he was touching my penis through my pajamas. I groaned as I pressed down hard on his hand so that my dick pushed against his palm. Mark didn’t say a thing, he just sat there, letting me use his hand to rub my cock. And even though it was the best thing ever, it wasn’t enough. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the problem, and I solved it by pulling his hand back up to my belly, lifting my waistband with the other hand, I said, “I need you to touch me on the skin,” as I pushed him below my shirt, across my smooth lower tummy until I felt him touch me for the first time. “Oh!” I heard myself cry when his fingers took hold of me and he started to stroke my dick. I had been holding my head up to watch, but with the new sensations, I laid back so that my head was just beside Mark’s. He was a little higher, so I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear his breathing, heavy as he played with my penis. Taking over for me, he started to hold my pajamas open. I used the opportunity to free myself, reaching down and awkwardly pulling my pants down to expose my body to Mark’s soothing fingers. “Oh, man, Timmy, I love your cock,” he whispered when it came into view. This was a new idea for me, I knew that it made me feel good to have Mark do this, but then I started to realize something big: Mark likes it too. With the feelings building in me quickly, I didn’t want to wait for any build-up, I just wanted to get off, “Faster,” I panted, “more, faster…so good, oh,” karaman escort I groaned and panted as he jerked my little wiener. It wasn’t going to be long, I was getting more and more tense while that great feeling was starting inside of me. Then I felt Mark’s cheek move against my own, the manly stubble rubbing me, then it moved away and I felt a new feeling. It was soft and a little wet, and it took me a second to realize that Mark’s lips were touching my cheek. Still rubbing my dick, he gave me three little kisses, each time moving lower on my face. My head was tilted away from him slightly, leaving my neck open to him. He didn’t hesitate and leaned in to start kissing me hard there. As soon as he started working on my neck it was like a shot of lighting to my penis, “It’s coming,” I said, starting to know the words, “my cum, it’s coming,” I blabbed, “more, more…uh, yeah more.” My body got stiff and I felt the rush take me over. Mark was jerking me so fast, continuing even though my cock started twitching as I had my little orgasm. This new sensation reminded me of an old fashioned water pump you’d see on tv, pumping and pumping the handle until finally the churning starts inside and, even though nothing came out, I could feel it pumping like the spurts of water that would eventually splash out of the spigot. The jerks and twitches took me over until my body finally relaxed and I sunk back down into Mark with a sigh. I took a second to catch my breath, and I was in another place for a few moments, completely unaware of anything around me. When I was conscious again, the first thing that I noticed was the aggressive stroking of my upper body that Mark was doing. His hand was up under my shirt caressing me everywhere that he could reach. The franticness of his actions was matched by a movement of his body. He was grunting and breathing heavily, and still giving me little kisses against my cheek and neck when it registered to me that he was pushing up against me. It took yet another moment for me to recognize the hard lump under my butt and the reality that this big man was getting pleasure from this. Since I had just cum, I was coming back down a little from that high spot, so I was very conscious of his movements. The shock of it, the consequences, were my first thoughts. Still, I let him keep going, until he started to whisper, “Yeah, oh baby, yes,” as his hands roamed up and down my body from my neck to my thighs, “you’re so beautiful, Timmy. Oh god, oh you’re my boy, you’re mine Timmy,” he seemed to be completely lost in feeling. To be honest, I was a little bit freaked out. Yeah I loved what he did to me, but the opposite had never occurred to me. And I definitely knew that his rubbing my body was more about him then about making me feel good. But as I felt his hidden lump slide between my bare buttcheeks, I got kinda excited again. I thought that it was really cool that I made him feel the same way that he made me feel, and as I could tell that he was getting closer to finishing, my penis started to stick up again. Mark had stopped stroking me and now had his arms wrapped around my middle to hold me to him as he rubbed against my butt. “Umph, um,” he grunted, then groaned, “Oh, god!” really loud and he stopped moving. I could feel him twitch, and I swear that I felt his hidden thing pulsing against me as he said, “uh, uh, uh,” matching each pulse until he let out a huge breath and said, “oh my god,” a lot quieter. I sunk down farther into him as he relaxed, his breath heavy in my ear, and we sat in silence for a bit, neither kars escort of us moving, even though I still had my pants pulled down and it was starting to feel weird. Finally Mark said quietly, “I’m sorry, buddy. I got carried away.” I didn’t think that he needed to be sorry, it hadn’t hurt me and was kind of exciting, so I told him, “It’s ok, I liked it. I mean, I liked that you could feel good too.” Then I had to ask, “Did you cum against me?” Mark laughed a little and, sounding guilty, said, “Yeah, I did make a mess,” then added, “I’m sorry, kiddo, I’d hate for you to be uncomfortable about it.” “Stop being sorry, I’m ok,” I said, still laying on him, still exposed. Then I said the first thing that popped into my head, “Can I see it?” “Oh,” he said with a little surprise, “um, that may not be a great idea,” explaining, “it may seem gross to just see the mess.” I started to pull up my pajamas, “Next time I want to watch,” I said as I started to get off of his lap. “Next time?” he asked with a laugh, “There’s going to be a next time?” Thinking that I’d made a mistake, I said, “Only if you want to.” “I always want to,” he admitted, “the question is whether you want to.” Looking up at him and trying to hide the smile that I couldn’t keep off of my face, I said, “I always want to, too!” I was sitting next to him now on the couch, and Mark said, “It’s a deal,” then after a few seconds asked, “can I have a hug?” Throwing my arms around him as an answer, he held me really tight before saying, “I love you, Tim, you know that you don’t have to do these things to make me love you, ok?” Letting go of him and looking in his concerned eyes, I asked, “What?” since I really didn’t understand. “The t-touching,” he stuttered, “like the stuff with our penises. I love you whether we do that or not,” then added, “you don’t have to do those things to make me love you, does that make sense?” “I know that you love me,” I surprised myself by saying, but I really did, at least in some way, “and this was pretty cool,” I explained, looking down at the couch. Then I couldn’t help but look at Mark’s crotch, and I could see his bulge there still, and I realized that his pants were a little tiny bit wet. He saw me staring and said, “I guess that I need to change my underwear,” and started to stand up. “Your pants too,” I said, pointing. Looking down, he said, “Looks like it.” “Is that your cum?” I asked, surprised that it just looked like water. “Um, yeah, kind of,” he said, “I mean, it’s kind of wet, so if you see it right away it’s white, then it’s more liquid,” he tried to explain, noticing my confusion. I didn’t really know what to say, so just answered, “Ok,” and he walked out of the room. When he returned he was wearing his pajamas. My eyes immediately went between his legs and the start of a new pastime began; guessing what he looked like under his clothes. I watched him as he walked right up to me and sat down. Later on I realized how smart he was, but then I was a little surprised that he wasn’t more cautious. But he sat right next to me like he always did, then wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me into him as we turned on the tv. I understand now that he wasn’t going to let us feel awkward about it. After a few minutes, I got more comfortable and put my arm across his tummy and said, “I love you, Mark, thanks for being so nice to me,” with my head buried against him so that I couldn’t see his eyes. Mark touched my chin and lifted my head gently until I was looking right into his kind, handsome face and said, “I love you too, Tim. I’d do anything for you.” I felt like a warm blanket had been wrapped around me and I snuggled back against him as we watched tv until the others got home. 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