I stopped dead in my tracks, stunned. I knew Jeff's mom well enough to know she wouldn't let him stay over on a school night. True, there probably would not be school tomorrow with all that snow down already and more falling, but she had come to get him and Todd almost an hour ago.

"What kind of prank is this?" I asked, still standing at the top of the stairs.

"Not the usual kind, dude. You coming in or what?"

I hesitated, then walked slowly into my room, waiting for Todd to jump out with something to throw at me. I half expected the whole gang to jump out. The idea of them pulling a prank on me wouldn't stop running across my mind.

"What?" Jeff asked, seeing that I was acting oddly by looking around so obviously.

"What, exactly!" I said. "What the hell-e-o? What're ya doin' here?"

"Staying over, I hope," he said with a shrug and another drink.

Staying over! On a school night? Without even talking about it first? And after the thing two weeks ago? And all the last two weeks?

More and more such questions came to my mind, cluttering it up. When he had arrived at the party I had been surprised, to say the least. But him laying on my bed, talking about staying over, it was beyond surprising.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Is it okay?"

"With me? Sure! What about your mom? And my folks?"

"Your folks don't care, and my mom called and asked if I could stay over here tonight since there's prob'ly no school tomorrow. She said she was sure there wouldn't be 'cause there's like over a foot coming tonight on top of the foot now. And she didn't want to drive in it if she didn't have to. So your folks said that it was okay with them if I stayed over. I'll just take the bus with you guys if there is. So I asked them not to say anything and I was going to surprise ya later when the party was over."

"Cool!" I replied, grinning from ear to ear. "So where's Todd?"

"Tom's."

That's weird, I thought. Jon and Todd get along, but they aren't friends. Jon usually has no patience for Todd and Todd thinks Jon needs to cheer up more. Tom didn't like Todd's energetic ability to irritate him, and Tom's was a wet towel over Todd. The three of them at Tom's house all night is something I'd like to see!

"That's got to be a weird night!"

"Don't you know it!"

"So, Tom knew you up here just a minute ago?"

"Nah. He came up the stairs and I was in the can and saw him but he didn't notice me. I didn't know what to do! I'm glad you guys didn't have to go!"

We laughed at the image of Tom or I finding Jeff hiding in my bathroom for a bit before the embarrassment was too much. 

"So, did you hear us? You know, talking and, stuff?"

"Nah. I mean I could hear you guys sometimes, mostly Tom, but not really hear what you were saying. I was in the shower then, hoping Tom was leaving and I could explain coming out of your bathroom! You don't know how glad I was when I heard you guys talking about him leaving then it got quiet so I could sneak out."

Still standing in my doorway, Jeff across the room on my bed, I asked, "So, like, is everything okay? You know. You're not . . "

"Forget it. Okay?"

I saw on his face that he didn't want to speak of it. I saw how serious he was that it be forgotten. I felt a relief of pressure that nearly caused my legs to fold beneath me.

"If you want to, sure. Okay. I just, I. . "

"Just forget it, like it never happened. Okay? Forget it."

"I. . "

I wanted to, that was certain. I would have liked nothing more than to forget the entire incident. Jeff laying on my bed, telling me to forget it seemed ludicrous though. He must have sensed or seen it.

"Look, Al. It was my fault. All you did was put your hand on, my leg. It . . look, I overacted, okay? I should a just scooted away or something. I don't know. But I shouldn't a left. Okay? Can we just pretend it didn't happen?"

What more could I ask for?

"Great!" 

Feeling tingly and squirmy all over, I sat on the bed with him. We didn't have to think of things to talk about, having two weeks of things to catch up on. Topics came naturally, flowing from one to another seamlessly. We talked, sometimes while watching the snow fall outside. Jeff liked the most popular rock station around, so the radio stayed on it when we had it on, listening to new songs from Guns N' Roses, Def Leppard and The Police. The dee-jay said that Cook County was under a snow emergency for the overnight and morning, as well as probably the entire day tomorrow. That meant no school, and mandatory work for mom. Dad could probably get to work, as usual.

By midnight I had rolled and smoked an entire joint with Jeff, who had smoked it right along with me. The radio had announced our school, along with most, as closed tomorrow with alternate schedules. That meant that anyone that showed up could go to the gym and mess around, or the band or computer rooms or library, so long as the right teachers showed up. 

"I always kind of wanted to get really high with you alone."

"You could have anytime, man."

"I know. But, just, you know."

I yearned to touch his hair as he shook his head. His waves of shiny, light blond hair weaved a dance in those movements. His lips were darker and seemed even more luscious than usual as I tried not to get caught admiring them. I loved that my lips were touching the same joint as those were. His wonderful cornflower blue eyes were like magnets for my own. I knew the pot was making me horny, but he really seemed to look even better than usual. Our being alone on my bed probably had a great deal to do with that as well.

Those quivering, squishy feelings were back, like with Toby. I felt as if all my insides were mobile, roaming wildly around inside of me, bumping into each other and caroming off my ribs and spine. My muscles all turned to Play-Dough. There was a feeling of weightlessness, of giddiness, of overwhelming warmth.

He looked at me and met my eyes. His cornflower blue eyes sucked me right into them.

"Al, I don't think I'd mind, you know? I guess, what, well . . shit! Just, I'm sorry I walked out when you put your hand on my leg a couple weeks ago. It was just, just . . I don't know, really. Ya know?"

I thought that perhaps I did know. I had known there wouldn't be any sexy stuff the moment I had walked into my room, but I was glad he was there, and still my friend, and not afraid of me. Especially not afraid of me.

"I shouldn't'a done it. I know. I'm sorry, too. It was my fault, don't deny it, okay? If I hadn't done it, then, you wouldn't've had to leave. Okay?"

He nodded and said solemnly, "Let's never talk about it. Okay? It never happened. Okay? Swear?"

I swore, with the official Circle swear handshake. It was forgotten.

"I wanted to say, you know, too, that, it wouldn't be bad, or, I'd. . "

He gave up again in a sigh. I wished I could somehow read his mind, so that he wouldn't have to say it, so that I could save him the trouble of it. I only wanted him to be happy around me.

"I don't know, but I mean, I. ." he gave up with another sigh.

"What? What is it, man? You can tell me anything, you know. I mean, you know, or, you know, kind of. . . "

I trailed off, not able to say it.

"I know. And I don't mind if we, if, uh, I won'tminddoingitsometimes," he blurted out in a rush.

I knew that I had misheard him.

"Huh? Did you just, well. . . "

"I won't mind if we do it sometimes. Okay. That's all. Okay?"

"Okay. But, you said to forget it."

I felt the butterflies in my stomach, whirling. I felt lighter suddenly. 

"I mean that I left! I, if I'd known you was gonna, uh, if I knew it was coming, or something, but, I don't know! It surprised me, and made me feel, I don't know!"

"You still won't mind? Then, why did you leave?"

He shook his head and looked up, drawing my stare to his own. His cheeks were ruddy red, nearly the color of his lips. His eyes twinkled a powder blue. He shook his head again and smiled wider. His brows furrowed a bit, his light eyebrows more visible than usual against his blush. His wide, soft, plush lips were moist from nervous turns inward and outward. He was slightly chewing his lower lip then - one of his cute affectations.

I could tell he was nervous, and a bit scared. I could tell I was the cause of it, and why he was in the entire situation. I only wanted to make him happy, and hoped that what he wanted could make me happy, too. I didn't know what to say to him, and my guts were tying themselves up into knots the size of watermelons. I said the only thing that seemed to make sense.

"I wouldn't hurt you," I said softly.

"I know you wouldn't, would you?" he said as softly. "I don't think you would. I bet you'd be gentle, and careful, huh?"

I was nearly shocked when I realized that he thought I had meant physically. I had been thinking along more esoteric and intangible pains.

"You have no idea, Jeff!" I said suddenly, surprising myself. 

I was going to cry. I didn't dare though, I didn't want to be so wussy in front of Jeff. He didn't move or speak. He just sat there, chewing at his lips and watching his fingers picking at each other. His eyes were wider, though.

"I'm sorry!" I said, standing up and walking away from him as fast as I could.

"It's okay, I kind of know anyway," Jeff said as I heard the bed squeak, letting me know that he had stood up.

"Can everybody tell I'm a fag?"

I wanted to cry so badly, but wanted not to in front of Jeff, especially while talking about that, even more. That was before I realized that I had just officially came out to Jeff. I was sure that my heart had stopped, and would have stayed stopped if I hadn't noticed.

"Nah. I don't think so. You aren't all sissy acting or anything. It's just, you know, I know you is all. You, well, it's not like you hide it real good from me. You know? I'm, well, I'm not sure how I feel about it, you know? I'm, I, don't know what to think."

It was again another ride on that roller coaster that never stopped, and it was a scary part of the ride too. I had many times wanted this topic to come up between us, but I found that I was totally unprepared for it. But the opportunity there and then was far to great to pass up entirely.

"Jeff, I, can't help it. You're so cute! And so nice! I don't see how anyone can't, really like you!"

He said, "Yeah, right," in his cute, mocking way.

I laughed. 

"That's just what I mean! The way you say things. That stuff. Just how you are, dude. It's all so fucking cute!"

My whole world seemed to turn on the conversation, and I had no clues as to how any of the outcomes could be good, nor what way, if any, I should try to direct it.

"Man, if I was gay, I'd so be so lucky if you liked me," he said, sitting back down on the bed.

"Man, if you was gay, I'd be so lucky if you liked me."

"Al, I do. If I was, I would, you know? But good thing I'm not or mom would kill me."

I knew what he meant. If, when, his mom found out that I was gay, we both knew she would no longer allow Jeff any contact with me. Jeff's just knowing and talking to a homosexual would mean that she would have him blessed and baptized again, immediately, to protect him from my evil influence.

"Yeah, good thing, I guess," I said, sitting next to him on my bed.

"Yeah. But, you know, just messing around isn't any big deal. Most guys do it by college, you know," he said, repeating one of my frequently quoted statistics.

We smiled at each other, laughing a bit.

"And most guys do it more than once in their lifetimes, with more than one other guy," I finished.

"It's just, mom can't find out! Anybody!"

"Forget your mom. And Todd. Everybody. It's just us, between us. Nobody else's business, like you said in the van earlier. Right?"

"And the guys don't care, even if they know."

I realized then why Jeff had taken advantage of the situation. When his mom had offered the chance to stay over, he had taken it knowing he could do so and no one but my parents and I would know. And his brother, who was sure to never tell anyone. Todd could hold out against all the tortures I could throw at him. I had found that out over the van. He had known about it, but despite all the things I could do to influence him, he didn't give out a clue that he knew anything. And Jon, and he was pretty good at secrets. 

Tom was sure to keep quiet about it, no doubts or worries there. So as far as the rest of the guys knew, Jeff and Todd had gone home first. That was why he had waited in my bedroom instead of coming back to the party. It was all too convenient. And Todd and Jon had agreed to go along with it. And now Tom knew.

They all knew that they all knew; and it was a lot of them knowing about it.

"Wait. What happened to Todd until the party broke up?"

"He played Atari then called next door and Jon said he was back and Todd could come over. He's been next door since."

"Jon not minding Todd over for the night? Weird. And by now Tom knows, and Todd is on his Coleco and they're fighting over what game to play!"

" Just glad it worked out," Jeff said with a shrug and a cute grin.

He yawned and then stretched, and I wasn't surprised as I knew he was rarely up so late. That made his package strain against his jeans a bit more, revealing his belly as his shirt rode up, and drawing my eyes there momentarily. His slight treasure trail of fine, light blond hair was briefly visible as the shirt reached its zenith at his adorable navel before it slid back down. 

I looked away quickly. I didn't want caught at that, not after breaching the gay subject with him so recently. I wanted to look more closely, like always, but not right then.

"Roll another joint?" Jeff asked, surprising me.

"Sure! You sure though? Remember the last time you got really stoned with me!"

"Yup!" Jeff said, doing his upward nod and tight-lipped grin.

I laughed and then rolled a joint. We we talked about the first time we had jacked each other off. I hadn't known that Jeff was built that special and wonderful way then. I had pulled his skin back too far and too hard inside his shorts. It had caused him some pain, and he had told me why. I didn't believe it at first, and in the dark and inside his shorts, I had never gotten to see it. Later, when we had jacked each other off again, it had been in the dark, but I had gotten a slightly better look since he had taken his shorts down that time.

Jeff's foreskin wasn't tight, but it had a small opening which didn't allow his entire head to poke out of it when hard. It would slip back, allowing almost half of his head outside, but never revealing any more than that.

I had dreamt, fantasized and thought, often of more than simply jacking each other off. In my own mind I had done everything to and with Jeff, but in reality it had been just three  mutual masturbations. 

As I finished the joint, and we talked openly about those things so easily for the first time, I allowed myself to hope that tonight there would be more than just jacking each other off. Not as much as I hoped and dreamed for, no kisses or hugs, but maybe more than groping and stroking with our hands in the dark.

As the joint burned down, we laughed and touched. I asked if I could play with his hair, and to my surprise, he scooted so that he was nearly against my side.

"Go ahead. It feels nice. I like it. She'd do it when we talked some."

 I didn't hesitate to put my fingers into that thick mass of dense, straight, blond hair. It was silky smooth, and didn't have a tangle in it. It flowed through my fingers like liquid gold. I sighed deeply, and Jeff did so too as he relaxed a bit more onto me, now resting his back against my shoulder.

I brushed over and through his hair, waking the smell of his shampoo from it. We passed the joint as we sat that way for some time. It seemed such a long time, but the joint was still burning when I worked up the guts to slip my hand down the side of his head to his cheek. The skin was smooth and hot under my fingertips. 

He smiled even wider as they passed over his lips. I let the back of my fingers caress up along the side of his jaw and back into his hair. I cupped his ear and traced down along his neck to his shoulder. He leaned away from me and turned toward me, his hand brushed my hair back from the side of my face, and his fingertips wandered around my face and neck for a time. 

The joint was finally burning low, so I tossed it into the ashtray.

"Al, I'd like to do that, you know, hand-jobs, but, I, uh, can we touch more? I think I really like it," he said hesitantly without looking at my face.

"Like this stuff?" I asked, putting both hands around his face and brushing his hair back, then sliding my hands down the sides of his neck to his shoulders. I let my hands continue down his arms, tickling the hairs there, then back up them.

He drew in a slightly shuddering breath and nodded, smiling in a way I hadn't seen before. It was a happy smile, but not wide or curved up much. It was more a satisfied, or maybe a yearning smile. His eyes glittered like never before, drawing me into them again, despite their being only half open.

"I could stare at your eyes all night," I said before I realized that I had. 

I didn't want to make him more uncomfortable. I knew he was willing, and would like more than just a hand-job, no doubts then, but I also knew he couldn't want the full, emotional and sexual relationship I dreamt of.

"Yeah, sure. You just want in my pants," he laughed.

"I so do!" I said, making us laugh more.

"Fine. Then will you stop loving me after?" he asked, like a teasing princess in a story of virtue.

We laughed so hard that we suddenly stopped, afraid of waking my parents.

"No, I won't. You'll always be something special to me," I said when I returned from closing my door. "Honest."

"Sweet talker," he said, touching my cheek with his fingertips again. "This touching is good. Tickles, feels nice, like, I don't know, like being somewhere safe."

"Jeff, when you're with me, you can't be more safe," I offered as I continued it.

"Makes me hard, too," he laughed.

Without thinking, I reached down and found his hardness. It was definitely at full attention. My own was roaring at full staff as well. I was very embarrassed that I had been so forward as to grope him so suddenly. I worried that I had shown him just how much of a raging homosexual I was.

"And, dude, I can't believe I'm going to ask this, but, um, can we do blow-jobs?"

Everything inside of me lower than my shoulders fell into my ass simultaneously, then shot right back into proper position, quivering there for long, queasy moments. My heart started pounding even harder than it had since we started touching each other. 

"You really want one?" I asked, not knowing why, since I was sure that I wanted to give him one and didn't want to give him an opportunity to deny it or change his mind.

"Want to see what it's like anyway. I mean, if you want to. I guess you do, I don't know. I think you have, with Tom."

"Why? You know, with Tom?"

"I think you and Tom do everything. Right?"

I was stunned yet again.

"Are we that obvious?"

"Nah, I don't think so. Just I know you guys. And I been here when you guys stayed over and it was, well, like obvious you guys were, you know, more than just hands and stuff."

"Why? What was so obvious?"

"Dude. Vaseline by your bed? Tom doing that bee-jay move thing and you blushing? Tons of stuff."

"Great, everyone knows?"

"Probably," Jeff said with a laugh. "Nobody cares, for sure."

"They don't, do they?" I asked, remembering my thoughts as I had sat in the kitchen during the party earlier.

"Nope. I know I don't. Well, jealous some. I mean, I'd love to get a bee-jay! Supposed to be the best!"

"Jeff! It so is. I'll show you!" I said enthusiastically. "But not right at first, okay? I want . . " I didn't want to tell him what I really wanted, but he seemed to like the touching, so, "to show you more touching stuff first, okay?"

He nodded and smiled, and we were touching each other, and I was enjoying it a huge amount, but a sudden thought worried me. 

"What?" Jeff asked.

"Um, one thing. Probably stupid, I know, but, well. . . "

"What?" 

"You doing this just for my birthday?"

I was humiliated to even ask, and feared any possible answer, but I had to ask.

"No. Yes, sort of, because it's your birthday, but not just. I want to. And tonight, the snow, and mom calling to see if I could stay, and the guys at the party thinking I went home, it was too good to pass up, you know?"

I did. I said as much. I still felt ridiculous, but Jeff pushed that away with his next statement.

"I've been trying to figure out how to for a while. You know, do more than, you know, just jack off."

"You have? Really? How long?"

The very idea had always seemed impossible to me. I had always thought I was lucky Jeff had allowed the jacking sessions. His wanting more, wanting a blow-job, had always just been fantasy. That he had been thinking about how to ask simply stunned me.

"I don't know. Maybe a couple months. Like at Christmas break, when you changed out of your grandma's sweater and those funky slacks? I got so. . man, just say I noticed, okay?"

I blushed heatedly and my heart fluttered. He had noticed me after all, and he had liked what he saw! The idea that perhaps Tom was right about Jeff began to seem far less idiotic. 

He's just like most guys, just curious. Don't go putting more into than it holds. That's all. If it was more, he wouldn't've said 'If I was gay,' now would he? He'd said he's gay and shit instead. He's curious, and wants to see what a blow-job is like. So show him! And see if he tries it out or not. That'll tell a lot, if he gives it too. And how, too. But shit, just be glad he doesn't hate you for being a fag! YES!

Jeff reached out and undid my jeans, then was helping me off with them. He left my white briefs on though, and it was obvious that I was very excited; there was already a dark wet spot. I did the same for him, marveling at the size of his cock even inside his briefs. It poked up at the waistband, pushing it out of a straight line. We both sighed and snickered often as we played with each other in our shorts. 

His face was slightly blushed, his lips a darker red than normal. I wanted very badly to kiss him, as badly as I'd ever wanted to kiss anyone at any time, including Toby. It bothered me that the desire was that strong, but I tucked it deep down and hid it from him, as I had become used to do doing when I was with Tom.

I pushed against him hard enough to make him lay on his back, then slid so that my head was on his chest and my left hand cupped and massaged his package. He got the idea and let me play for a while. The heft and hardness of his cock was impressive. I compared it to Toby's, and Jeff's seemed thicker as well as least as long, if not a shade longer. Jeff's head was more pronounced than Toby's, I already knew, even though his skin never rolled back to expose it fully, yet it was not nearly as prominent as Tom's.

Jeff groaned and his shorts showed a sudden wet spot after few moments. As if reading my mind, Jeff rolled me onto my back and copied my actions. He was quite good at it. His hands roamed and did things that felt great. He played with my nipples briefly, more examining them than trying to give me pleasure there. His hands roamed over me from head to legs, nearly every inch of me; it felt wonderful! He rubbed my balls upward and downward in a way I hadn't known before. His face was near my waist as his hands played with my cock and balls through my briefs. 

"Al, do you just put it in your mouth and suck on it?"

"Well, yeah, but not just that. You kind of use your tongue to rub and tickle it, especially the tip and hole and around the edges. And you use your lips to rub up and down on it. And you suck soft then hard then real soft then real hard, or barely or something. Keep changing. And you stroke it too. Just don't hold still and suck. That feels okay, but. . "

That was as far as  I got before Jeff pulled the waistband of my briefs down and slipped his mouth over my cock. At first I wasn't sure because his head blocked a direct view of what he was doing, but I knew the feeling of warm wetness on my cock. Then he started sucking. Then he started licking with his tongue. His lips tightened after he slurped in some air when he moved, then his suction increased. Soon he was sliding up and down my cock as well as anyone ever had.

My entire body felt like stretching out to ten feet tall! Jeff sucking my cock was like a dream come true! 

His, Jeff's, HIS warm, wet mouth is sliding over my cock! Jeff's tongue is licking it, tickling the head and edges right. Jeff's lips are against my cock, slipping over my skin! That's him on me!

Judging by the frequent noises and nervous laughter, it was surely his first time, but he did a great job of it. He changed suction and friction, speed and deepness, everything. His hand stroked me sometimes, squeezed it other times, and played with my balls occasionally. I could almost feel some electrical or mystical connection to Jeff, directly through the contact of his mouth on my cock.

I couldn't believe it was happening. Jeff was sucking me! And he was doing a class job of it! His blond hair moved up and down over my navel, tickling my stomach until he turned onto his elbows and knees. Then I could watch his profile bob up and down on me and look back to the magnificent side profile of his ass. It was fantastic! I could see Jeff's cute face, full of my cock, and I watched his mouth and cheek expand and contract around me.

When he looked up the first time and saw me smiling down at him, he looked a bit embarrassed. That seemed to pass, though, and soon he would look up and smile around my cock. Soon I was moaning his name, holding his hair, and humping his mouth.

The tingle deep below began, and was even stronger than usual, as this was Jeff! The beautiful Jeff was sucking me off! Thrills ran through me every time I though of it. My skin seemed too small for me; it felt as if it needed to stretch everywhere over me. My back arched and contracted out of my control as Jeff worked on me.

I warned him I was getting close to coming, so he sat up and jacked me off the rest of the way. His hand moved slowly up and down my cock, my own thrusts of my hips providing nearly as much movement as his hand. 

Soon I was arched upward, grunting, as my cum shot, landing on my neck just under my chin. I felt the energy being drained from me, turned into the rapidly cooling heat of my cum on my skin. All my body was concentrated on the moment as Jeff brought me to orgasm. The second pulse of cum landed between my nipples and occurred just as I pushed forward. Jeff pulled the skin of my cock down tightly, holding it as I pulled back and thrust again. The next pulsations of my prostate and cock seemed even more powerful, and left a  long trail of cum down to my bush. Jeff jacked me straight enough that my cum left a fairly straight trail. I pushed more and held, small, slow gushes of fluid running out of my hole onto Jeff's fingers. Soon I collapsed onto the bed, breathing rapidly and feeling utterly spent.

He played with my cock still, squishing my cum around my loose foreskin and my head. I let him for as long as I could stand it before I had to ask him to stop. He smiled at me and laid down along side of me, rubbing his sticky hand over my sack, groping my balls, smearing the cum around there too.

"I think I did pretty well, huh?"

"Jeff, dude! You did fucking great! That was like the best!" I said honestly enough that he didn't seem to doubt it.

Jeff sucking and jacking me off had been one of the hottest things I had yet done! My body still tingled from it, and my breath was still fast. I still felt as if I floated above the bed.

I suddenly felt Jeff's cock, still in his briefs, up against the side of my thigh. I gently and slowly rolled him over, wanting to kiss him deeply first. I didn't, I knew he wasn't into that, so I kissed his chest and moved downward.

My left hand cupped his balls, holding them gently as I kissed my way down him. His breathing was rapid, and I could feel his heartbeat when my lips touched his chest. As I kissed down his tummy, it shook with his pulse and his ragged breaths. As I neared his briefs he moaned weakly, like a small kitten. As I slid the fingers of my right hand under the waistband, he shivered. I slowly pushed his briefs down. I kissed the head of his cock, then backed up to watch as my hand slid his briefs down his thighs. I pulled them off and tossed them down beside the bed, never looking away from Jeff's stuff.

I had dreamt and fantasized of that moment many times. I had a full, lit view of Jeff's cock and balls, his bush and his thighs. I sighed at it, seeing just how close I had come in my imagination.

His cock was longer than Toby's, I was sure as it stuck almost straight upward toward the ceiling. It was thicker, too, without doubt. It was rougher than Toby's, too, but not as veiny or rough as Tom's much smaller one. Jeff's head, even though hidden by the tight foreskin that would not roll back to reveal all of it, was visibly wider than his shaft; the edges of it were clearly visible under the tight foreskin. The very tip where the foreskin didn't cover was dark red and wet.

His balls were more than average and were held fairly tightly in his sack. I had imagined a larger, more generous sack, but his smaller, tidier package was welcomed and very nice. The skin was nearly the same color as the rest of his fair complexion, and the light hairs on it made it seem even lighter, almost angelic.

His hair on his tummy became a wide treasure trail, but a faint one. It met with his pubic hairs and became a part of it smoothly. His round, cute navel sat on his smooth belly like a candy treat that my tongue could barely resist.

My eyes drifted up to his nipples and then his adorable face. He met my eyes shyly, as did I. I admired his features, and wondered how he could put up with my own. I smiled and let my eyes wander back down him. 

Back at his groin, I grabbed hold of his cock near the base and pulled the skin forward, as he had shown me. A large drop of pre-cum appeared at his hole. I slid the skin up as far as it would go, licked the clear drop away, then slid my tongue into the loose skin and around the head where I could. 

Jeff shivered and shook, inhaling through his teeth before exhaling the words, "Oh my gawd!"

I felt his entire cock pulsing slowly in pleasure. His cock was wonderful! I loved how it was large and thick, but not overly so. Its proportions seemed ideal and impressively so. I knew as he grew older yet it would measure over seven inches. I knew that neither of us were done growing, and that at seventeen, Jeff was fairly done, but not completely. It was easily over six inches and had more to go. 

I wondered at his foreskin. I had never seen one that did not roll back. I had seen plenty in magazines on which the foreskin remained over the head, but they always pulled it back. Jeff's would not do that. The furthest it went back was nearly one-quarter of the way to the ridges of his head. Pulling it further back was clearly uncomfortable for him, painful if done quickly or forcefully. The skin was fairly thick, but thinned to nearly nothing when pulled back tightly. His hole in his head was longer than wide, fairly large at that.

I held his skin back gently, exposing as much of his head as I could, then licked around in a circle, following the edge where his foreskin ended. This meant that his head was being circled constantly, and his spasms of pleasure were a pleasure to me. He seemed to endlessly drool pre-cum, which I was willing to keep cleaned up.

I doubted he had ever felt anything inside his skin or on the tender edges of his head, and certainly never had a tongue go in there, so I pulled his skin up and squirmed my tongue through the opening and onto his head. I licked and explored, finding I could lick under his head at the sensitive spot, making him shiver and shake and his cock throb heavily. I was able to push my tongue in far enough to lick around the corona. He stopped me before I made a full circuit, pulling my mouth off his cock. 

"No! Too much!"

I went back to licking his head while slowly rolling his skin up and down his shaft. I pulled his skin forward again and formed a seal, sucking on his cock, but indirectly. Jeff went rigid from feet to neck.

"Shit that feels so good when someone else does it!"

"What?" I asked

"What? Don't worry about, I meant something else."

He pushed my face back toward his cock, and I was willing to return to enjoying him. I still hadn't applied a bit of suction directly. I was looking forward to that first drawing sensation, and how he would react to it, when he groaned something I didn't catch, then shivered and exploded into my mouth. 

My mouth was suddenly full of Jeff's warm, sticky, thick cum. And more kept coming. Jeff sat up as the first ejaculation happened, clamping my head in place. Then he tried to pull me off his cock. I wasn't having any of that, and held on tightly. He was groaning deeply in his chest and shivering violently. The pulsations running through his cock were the most extreme I had felt in anyone. I sucked a bit by accident, or habit, and Jeff thrust his hips upward and curled up over me as he released the second wave, forcing his cock all the way down my throat.

I gagged and was sure I was going to throw up. Somehow I locked my throat and held the feeling at bay. 

This is Jeff! I ain't going to gag on his cock! I won't let myself! 

Suddenly, Jeff pushed again and slid his cock all the way into my throat as it swelled and bucked and shot more cum. I felt his bush pushing hard against my nose and lips, making it hard to breathe, but I realized I could breathe! I was breathing in through my nose fine. Then out. Jeff's cock pumped again and more warm cum slid down my throat. The smell of Jeff's bush and the taste of his cum as it rolled down the sides of his cock in my mouth was incredible! Then Jeff's cock swelled in my throat again. I felt more of his cum in my throat, and I swallowed. I was able to still breathe! I sucked. Jeff bucked and tried to pull out of my mouth. I locked my arms around his hips and pulled him tight to me, pushing his cock down my throat as I sucked it and inhaled at the same time.

I did it! I can deep throat! I can take a cock past my mouth, still suck it, and still breathe! Even still swallow! 

I was so happy! And I had learned it with Jeff, who was now fighting to get me off of him. I stopped sucking and only let my tongue rest against the underside of his cock. He seemed content with that, and I released my death-grip around his hips. I slowly let his cock withdraw from my mouth as I backed off him. I cleaned it with my tongue and lips as it withdrew without sucking it.

"Oh holy shit!" Jeff kept repeating.

I lay my head on his chest, which was heaving with his breaths. 

"I'm sorry I didn't stop right away. I found out I could do something I couldn't before," I tried to explain.

"S'okay," Jeff said, running his hand over my hair. "It was fucking fantastic! I never knew it could feel anything like that!"

"It's amazing, huh?"

"Fucking-a is it!"

We lay like that for a very long time before Jeff asked, "So what was it you figured out you could do?"

I smiled, knowing Jeff couldn't see the smile, then took Jeff's softened cock into my mouth. I sucked it gently, drawing it's length out. It only reached to the back of my mouth then. I let it slide out, cleaning it as it went, tasting his warmed cum and it's now much stronger scent. His hand was nearby, ready to take me off him if I over stimulated him. I was careful not to, so that I could hold and play with it for as long as possible.

"I've never been able to take a cock past my mouth. Deep-throat it, I mean. But I just did on you. Kind of by accident, but I did. It was so cool!"

It was also very embarrassing to admit to.

"What's hard about it?"

"Well, I kind of gag when it gets that far back. Or used to anyway."

"Oh man, I know what you mean!"

"Yeah, but just now, you pushed, and before I knew it, like, you was all the way back there and shit!"

"Cool! So you deep-throated me? The first time I got a bee-jay and it was a deep-throat?"

"Yup! Not totally, I didn't suck real, very much. But that makes it even more unbearable when you do anyway!" I said happily. "And the first time I deep throat a guy, and it's his first bee-jay!"

"Yeah, well, I just got a small one is all."

"You so lie!. You know that's a monster!"

Jeff's belly bounced under my head with his laughter, so I lifted it and rolled over to face him.

"What?"

"I know. It's big! What can I say?"

I reached behind me to fondle the object we were talking about, squeezing and tugging on it.

"You can say it will work again soon?"

He tisked that way I liked so much, furrowed his brow, and said, "You're a sex maniac!"

His braces were visible between his plush, red lips as he finished the sentence, and they stayed so as he smiled uncontrollably.

"I know," I said, looking into his pale, smooth face and his pale blue eyes.

He was even more gorgeous, laying there under me, sweaty and smelling of sex. His darkened lips seemed even more prominent and luscious than usual. Some of his hair was dark with sweat and stuck down at his temples. His constant grin was adorable. 

Well, it wasn't the kissing, cuddling kind of sex I wanted with him, but still sex, I thought. Sex with the most gorgeous guy I know, and for who I feel so much. And for so long.

Chapter 11x: Tuesday Night: Yet Another Birthday Surprise
NOTE: Link leads to the X-Rated version of Chapter 11
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Chapter 11: Tuesday Night: Yet Another Birthday Surprise