Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2011 19:16:16 -0400 From: wild wing <email@example.com> Subject: THE BOY DOWNSTAIRS - 8 It was Forest Gump that said life is like a bunch of chocolates. You never know which one you're going to get. For Randy he was about to get the one with the sour cherry in it. The news came on Tuesday that his father had been rushed to hospital with complications from a lifetime of abusive drinking. He wasn't expected to survive. I expected Randy to come to my door searching for solace. I was certainly willing to help him if I could. When he didn't show I made an inquiry or to as to his whereabouts. It seemed he and his sister had been shipped to some far off relative while his mother kept vigil in the hospital. A week later I saw an eviction notice plastered to the door of the first floor apartment. It seems the father had been unable to work and the rent hadn't been paid in some time. The apartment was vacant. Although there had never been a reason to give Randy my phone number it was in the book and I somehow expected him to call. The days turned into weeks and I realized that I missed him. Despite his shortcomings I realized he had become very fond of the boy and now he was gone. Come to think of it the sex had been damn good too. Not surprisingly without Randy Nathan also avoided my apartment. I did see him on occasion riding his bike up and down the street. One day about a month after Randy's exodus I purposely called Nathan over as he rode by. He pulled up right beside me with a friendly , "Hi, Mr. Pitowski." "Have you heard from Randy?" "Nope," was the simple response, "But I know his dad died." Truth be told while I felt badly for Randy I never had any sympathy for his dysfunctional father. Keeping my tone solemn I responded, "Yes I heard, but Randy does have your number doesn't he?" "Yeah, I think so." "Look," I added, "I'd like to know how he is. Will you let me know if you hear from him?" Nathan smiled, "Sure thing Mr. Pitowski." "Better yet, "I went on, "If he calls I'd like you to give him my number. Come on up to my apartment after supper tonight and I'll write it down for you." "Sure thing. I'll be there." With that he turned his bike and headed home. Later as I cleared away the supper dishes my thoughts turned once more to Randy. I thought back to the times when his young cock slipped so nicely back and forth in my mouth with his friend Nathan looking on. I could feel my organ responding to my thoughts. A rap on the door interrupted my daydreaming. "C'mon up! The door's open," I yelled. Nathan bounded in with his usual elan and sat in Randy's favourite chair. Just in case I had forgotten he explained, "I come for the phone number." I made eye contact and inquired, "How have you been making out without Randy?" He shrugged his shoulders, looked down, and stared at the oaken floor. I waited a moment expecting him to elaborate. When nothing materialized I suggested, "You really miss him huh?" "Yeah, we done everything together." He paused again continuing to study the floorboards. I felt he had something important to add so I waited patiently. He finally went on but not in the direction I expected. "Mr. Pitowski, can I ask you a question?" My curiosity was piqued. "Of course Nathan, what is it?" He shuffled his feet and explained, "It's kinda personal." He raised his head a little and was now staring at my crotch. "Go ahead," I urged, "What's it about?" In a tone that was just above a whisper Nathan began, "Randy......well.....he told me that you and him......well....you know......you and him did some sex stuff together." This was getting interesting and frankly I liked the direction Nathan was going. I was horny and if Nathan was willing then who was I to refuse him. I decided to play my cards with care. Trying to sound indignant I stated, "That's news to me! What kind of sex were we supposed to have had?" "You....you gave him a blow job." "I'm shocked Nathan. Randy was not telling you the truth. That never happened!" Nathan suddenly looked up and cried, "Oh no, you didn't know. You were asleep!" I raised my voice an octave trying to sound incredulous . "What are you talking about?" Forgetting for the moment that in his new version of the facts he wasn't supposed to have been there Nathan elaborated. "It really happened Mr. Pitowski. You were asleep with your mouth open. Randy stuck his cock in your mouth an you sucked him!" "That's a pretty incredible story Nathan. How do you know Randy didn't make it all up?" "No sir," Nathan repeated, "That's what you did!" It was time to confirm his desire. "And why are you telling me all this Nathan?" He examined the floor again. "Well.....I.....I .....I was wondering...... Randy said it felt really good and I .... I was wondering if there is any way I could find out what it feels like." "Let me get this straight. You want me to fall asleep with my mouth open so you can put your cock in there and I suck it. Have I got it right?" Nathan sat there and shrugged his shoulders. He casually reached down to adjust an obvious erection. We both knew the decision was mine. It was an easy one to make. His desire to have sex caused my sexual urges to skyrocket. Unbeknownst to Nathan it was all I could do to maintain any semblance of control. I met his eyes and smiled. "Perhaps there is another way Nathan. Why don't you lay down on my bed." He returned the sweetest smile and made a beeline to my bed. Reaching for his belt he clearly wanted sex as much as I did. "Hold on Nathan. Just lay back and enjoy. Let me do the work." Moving in I sat beside his waist. I allowed my fingers to explore the fabric of his pants. It was easy to trace the outline of his endowment. "Wow, that really feels like a nice cock Nathan," I purred. "It's not as big as Randy says yours is but it's okay I guess." I undid the top button of his pants, pulled the zipper own completely and then folded back each side of his pants revealing a bulging pair of whities. His cock was pointed back to his navel and it had to be close to six inches in length. It was straining to escape, almost reaching the waistband under his navel. The cloth was rising and falling in cadence with the beat of his heart. "What are you talking about Nathan? I can see you have one gorgeous piece of meat!" Nathan grinned and put his hands behind his head in an act of complete subservience. "Do you really like it Mr. Pitowski?" At this point I knew he was all mine and I probably could do anything I wanted to him. "You want to believe it. I don't need to fall asleep to suck this one. I'm ready to go right now if you want me to" "Oh please!" Nathan begged. "I'm ready. Please suck it." I wanted to tease him some more and do a slow strip tease but I was too damn hot. T grabbed his pants on either side and deftly pulled everything off. His organ flopped into view. In the full light with some time to examine it properly, it was even more beautiful than I recalled from the dull light of the first encounters. I grasped it lightly with a thumb ad one finger and held it up inches from my eyes. The flared helmet was entirely exposed and dry, the flesh smooth and yet giving to the touch. The cum slit was slightly open at one end and giving the appearance of winking at me . A neat ring of excess skin encircled the shaft almost half an inch below the glans. The shaft was straight as an arrow and marked on each side with a branching violet vein. The hair of hi bush was soft, stretching no more than an inch or so above the base of his cock. The rest of his stomach appeared hairless. He was perfect. His cock was like a magnet and I found my tongue ready to do its own exploration. I continued to hold him lightly as I reached in and lavished every square inch of him from his cum slit down to his pubes. "That's awesome!" Nathan gushed. "It feels really good!" I drew off of him to respond. "I'm glad you like it because I'm really going to enjoy sucking you. You have a perfect cock to suck. Do you want me to make you cream?" "Oh yes!" he chortled, "Pleeeaaase!" I smiled wickedly. "Then tell me once more. What do you want me to do?" "Oh suck me, suck me," Nathan begged, "Make me get off. Swallow my cock. PLEEAASE!" Unfortunately as a typical oversexed young teenager I knew that once I began in earnest the outcome would be swift. I encased his helmet into my mouth allowing my lips to lightly caress the glans in passing. "Ohhhh," Nathan moaned. I went down once more using both my lips and my tongue in passing. I could have worshipped his pole all night. "Oh God......Shiiiit!" Nathan exclaimed. I went down twice more pressing ever so lightly trying to stretch out my pleasure. It was no use. His moaning quickly became louder and I knew the explosion was imminent. I decided to reverse tactics and used every trick I could think of including twisting as I passed over his glans to maximize his pleasure. "OHHH FUCK. Here it comes," he warned. Nathan arched his back and his cock pulsed in my mouth. I felt and savoured his hot semen. Lifting off I wrapped my fingers around his organ and forced out a few more drops. They were delicious. Now releasing his softening cock I allowed him to catch his breathe. "How was that?" I grinned. Nathan was grateful for the experience and said so. "That was really awesome! I really like getting sucked. Randy said you sucked him off a lot. I can come back tomorrow if you want" "Whoa, slow down," I laughed. "Randy was exaggerating. It sounds like you want to get a blow job every day!" "Well......yes, if you'd like to," he said hopefully. "Well I can't see you every day," I responded, "But the days I'm available I'll leave this red flowerpot in the window. The door will be open and you can lock it as you come in. Okay?" Nathan grinned from ear to ear. "I'll be checking tomorrow night." Within a few moments he was gone. I was already pumping my meat before he hit the bottom step. Over the next several months I used the signal twice a week on average. He must have been checking constantly for he always showed up within an hour of the signal. As we progressed he learned that he enjoyed stripping me and playing with my equipment as I lay back and relaxed. He loved to tell me how much he liked to play with it. He often positioned himself so that our cocks came together shaft to shaft. I believe it was his way of finding out whether his own prodigious organ was catching up to mine. He would wrap his hands around both of them and bring us both to climax. He usually came first but I was often not far behind. He would then collapse on top of me with our cocks and pools of gism jammed between us. Nathan would cum at least twice on every visit. For him the highlightof the evening was him cumming in my mouth. I varied the technique and despite his young age he always spewed copious amounts even if it was his second eruption of the evening. It was great sex and I loved it. The relationshjp continued well into the next winter. His cock was a good seven inches now and still growing. It was getting to be a pleasant handful. He tried hard to fuck me. Unfortunately it just wasn't my thing and I rebuffed him. I often asked if he had heard from Randy. He always replied in the negative. A childless couple now occupied the ground floor apartment. In March Nathan actually failed to appear for the first time. When he reappeared he explained that he now had a girlfriend. He added, "She's not a very good cock sucker but she is improving." Then he grinned and stated, "She's got a great cunt!" I knew what was coming. I blew him one last time and he promptly announced that he would not be returning. I told him that I would always consider him a friend and that he was always welcome even if it was just to talk. He seemed to like that but he never returned. I sat at home for the next month or so feeling sorry for myself. I finally forced myself to leave the house and visit an old friend. I apologized for ignoring him for so long and he was most forgiving. We ended up at a bar. I crawled home at some ungodly hour. A young man was waiting for me as I arrived home. "Can I come up?........Please." He stood up staring into my eyes. He was several inches taller than I remembered. His baby fat was gone and his hair was styled. Randy had become a very handsome young man. As we reached the top of the stairs we melted into each other's arms. As he dropped a hand and felt for my cock I knew everything was going to be all right with the world again.