I was practically walking on air as I made my way home. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Me and Chris Adler. Hell, me and ANYONE. We'd arranged to meet up on the Sunday afternoon, after I got back from Mass.

'How was it?' my mum called through from the kitchen when I got home.

'Fine,' I replied, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. 'It wasn't as bad as I thought. He understood most of it, actually.'

'That's nice, dear. Tea will be ready in about 15 minutes - lasagne, your favourite.'

'Ok, great,' I called as I made my way up to my bedroom. I plonked down on the bed and was aware that there was a huge smile on my face. And who could blame me?!

That night I managed to hold off having a wank, wanting to save any of my juice for what might come tomorrow. At Mass the following day I was having the most inappropriate, impure thoughts a teenage boy could have. It didn't matter that I was in a House of God; I just could not get Chris out of my head.

After we got back from Mass and had had lunch I told my mum I was going back to Chris's house to help him some more.

Ringing his doorbell I hoped his mum wouldn't answer. I thought she'd be able to tell what we'd been up to, ridiculous as it may sound. But that's how a teenager's mind works. She did answer the door, and greeted me by my name.

'Come on in, Greg,' she said, 'he's in the kitchen finishing his lunch. Do you want any?'

'No thanks, Mrs Adler, I just had some.'

'So, what's this project you're working on? Chris won't say.'

'Oh, er...' I could see him looking at me, willing me to come up with something plausible. 'Well, you see... er... I need a bit of help with maths and English,' I finally said. There was no way she'd believe that Chris needed help. 'And our Guidance Teacher Mrs Brown decided it would be good if people in the same year helped each other, instead of teachers doing it. They think that it will help us understand it better.'

'Oh, that's an interesting idea. How did it go yesterday.'

'Oh, it was great,' I said, seeing Chris making the international sign of masturbation behind his mum's back. 'Chris came at it from a whole new angle and helped me a lot. Oh, my mum said to thank you for lunch yesterday, and she wants to know if Chris would like to come over tonight, to make up for it. Just a curry, nothing special.'

'Oh she doesn't have to do that, but it's very nice of her. Chris? Would you want to go to.... What's your name?'

'Greg Stevens.'

'Do you want to go over to Mrs Stevens' for tea tonight?'

'Yeah, that would be cool,' he replied. 'Is it ok?'

'Of course it is! I've never met one of your friends before. It makes a nice change.'

He rolled his eyes and finished scraping the last of the soup out of the bottom of the bowl.

'Come on,' he said, 'let's go upstairs.'

Thank GOD! I thought he'd never finish his lunch. He went into his room first. When I closed the door he pinned me against the door giving me the most amazing kiss I could ever imagine. It was intense, yet playful, and he ended with a big 'mwah!' sound.

'Yep, tastes as good as yesterday. Maybe even better. Less burger,' he chuckled.

'So, how are we gonna do this?' I asked.

'What do you mean?'

'Well, as you can clearly see from the tent in my jeans, I'm rather enjoying this, however, if it progresses like it did yesterday, which I hope to fuck it does, then I'm going to be making one hell of a racket. And I rather suspect your mum will come up to find out what's going on.'

'Fear not. She's going out again, with her gentleman friend.'

'What?'

'She's seeing someone, although she doesn't want me to know, so officially he's just a friend.'

'With benefits?'

'Most likely.'

'It doesn't bother you?'

'No, of course not. He makes her happy, and I want her to be happy. She's sacrificed a lot to look after me since dad left, so I'm happy if she's happy. ANYWAY, she'll be going out in about an hour with him, then we'll have the place to ourselves. Who knows what might happen then!'

'In the meantime, we have to keep ourselves amused, somehow.'

'Well, there's always the internet. Ever heard of it?'

'No,' I mocked. 'Show me what it does.'

For the next hour we watched videos on YouTube. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and his mum came in.

'You sure you boys are working?'

'We're just taking a break, mum,' he said.

'Ok, I'm going to meet my friend Jack for a coffee. I trust I can leave you two here alone to get on with your work?'

'Of course mum,' Chris replied.

'And remember to thank Mrs Stevens for the tea tonight. I don't want her thinking I brought up some barbarian! Bye Greg, and if he forgets, thank her from me.'

'Yes, Mrs Adler. Enjoy your afternoon.'

And with that she was gone.

I was just about to reach across when he said, 'Hold on.' He held his hand up, as if waiting for something to happen. Then from downstairs we heard the door open.

'Just forgot my keys, boys, see you later.'

Chris shook his head and smiled. 'Now, come here.' He took hold of my knee and swivelled his computer chair towards me. He separated my legs to get better access then leaned in and kissed me delicately on the lips. He sat back upright, a warm smile spreading across his face. Instinctively we both got up and, as we had done the day before, we started a long, passionate kiss. It became more playful, both of us occasionally pulling back only to dive back in with more vigour and energy than before. Soon I became aware of our breathing, now in time with each other, and becoming deeper and heavier.

Suddenly, without warning, Chris pushed me back against the bed. Instead of climbing on top of me, as I thought he would do, he knelt on the floor and took off my shoes and socks. Still kneeling, he then reached up to my jeans and unfastened my belt and the buttons. As he started to pull my jeans down he noticed I wasn't wearing any underwear.

'Oh, going commando!' he said, as wrestled my jeans off my legs. I just smiled back at him. He then stood up and reached over to pull up my t-shirt, then he gently pushed me back down on the bed.

My dick was standing to attention and begging for some attention. I put my hand down to start to wank myself but Chris flipped my hand away. 'Not this time.'

He took my shaft in his hand and slowly started the familiar up and down movements. As I was lying back and couldn't see what he was doing it was somewhat of a surprise to feel him licking the head. I let out an involuntary moan. Taking it as a sign of encouragement Christ then licked the length of my shaft, varying between short flicks of the tongue, to longer, more sensual licks. He was getting me all hot and bothered and he knew it. I tried to lift myself off the bed to look at what he was doing but he pushed me back down again. Then it happened. He took my cock head into his mouth and began a delicate sucking action.

'Oh Jesus!' I cried out. Like most teenage boys, I'd tried to imagine what a blow job would feel like, but it was nothing compared to this. He began to take more and more of my cock into his mouth, sucking and flicking with his tongue. My synapses were going into overdrive, a fireworks display inside my head. My eyes rolled in my head, and all I could say was, 'Yes! Oh God!'

Chris increased the intensity of his sucking and the speed with which he was going up and down on my rock hard cock.

'I won't last long,' I was finally able to mutter, but he didn't stop. He also started playing with my balls, rolling them around in his hand then, all of a sudden, I felt one of his digits invade my arse.

'Holy fuck!' I exclaimed.

His head continued bobbing up and down on my cock, while his finger advanced and retreated in my arse, searching for my magic button. It was almost too much for me to handle.

'I'm gonna cum!' I shouted, expecting him to stop and just wank me off, but he kept going. Then that familiar feeling from deep within came and my body started to judder as I filled his mouth with my cum. I don't know how many blasts there were, but it was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.

I lay back, spent, taking deep breaths.

'Fuck!' I finally managed to say. 'Where did you learn to do that?!'

He gave a shy smile. 'The internet.'

'And you swallowed.'

'Yeah... I might need to wash my mouth out. That was... salty!' he laughed.

'Come here,' I said, pulling him down on top of me. I gave him a long, lingering kiss, then pushed him off. 'My turn!'

'Could we wait a bit? I just want to lie here with you.' With one finger, he ran it around my chest, down to my belly button before delicately rubbing each nipple. He then moved up to my chin and around my mouth, before giving my nose a playful tweak and bringing his face down for another kiss.

'You know what?' he said. 'I like kissing. Before, when I saw people doing it on films or on the street, I always thought, 'What's the point?' But now...' He didn't finish the sentence, instead he let his tongue do the talking as he invaded my mouth for another, deep, intense kiss.

After a few minutes I pushed him off. 'I want to try this,' I said. 'So this,' I said, pointing to his crotch, 'goes in here,' I continued, pointing at my mouth, '... right?'

'You're a fast learner.'

I pulled up his t-shirt and threw it halfway across the room. I then clambered down onto the floor where I removed his socks then his jeans. Like yesterday, his cockhead was sticking out over the waist of his boxers. 'Just to let you know, I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to fit all of that in,' I said, half jokingly, half serious. 'But I'll try.'

I climbed back on the bed and kissed him gently on the lips, before kissing down to his nipples, then his navel, and then finally to the prize. 'Here goes nothing,' I told myself. I gripped my hand around the base of his hard dick and began a few gentle strokes. I then brought my lips down and gently kissed and licked the head. There was a trickle of pre-cum coming from his slit, and I could only describe the taste as 'Chris'. As he had done earlier, I licked up and down his cock, although I had considerably more to work with than he did. When I got to the top again I then took the head in my mouth and began a gentle sucking action while stroking the lower shaft with my left hand. I began to take more and more of it in my mouth, and although it was my first time sucking cock, I instinctively knew how hard to suck and how much to go up and down. When he hit the back of my throat I gagged a little, but kept going until I almost had him all the way.

'Jesus!' he exclaimed, 'I never thought you'd be able to take it all.'

Looking up, I saw he was resting on his elbows, but I didn't stop. The grin on his face told me I was doing something right so I continued to go down on his cock, sucking harder and going faster. The appreciative moans became more insistent, urging me on.

'Yeah, take it, that's it,' he said, 'God this is good.'

With my right hand I reached up for his nipples, and softly brushed each one with my thumb.

'Hold on,' he said. He reached down under the bed and pulled out a pot of Vaseline. 'Put some on one of your fingers.'

I knew what he wanted. I took the pot and fingered out a generous portion of the stuff before I returned my attention to his cock. Then, with my lubed up finger, I started to prod his sphincter, gently at first, then I just stuck my finger in all the way.

'Fuck!' he cried out. I looked up, to see if I had done something wrong, but I could see that my invading finger was producing a whole new experience for him. I continued to suck while my finger massaged his prostate, and almost intuitively I introduced a second finger. The sounds he was producing now couldn't be mistaken for pain, and shortly he said, 'I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!'

I decided that since he had swallowed my load the least I could do was swallow his, but it was a shock when the first shot hit the back of my throat, followed in quick succession by several more. I had to quickly swallow as he was producing so much.

'Jesus fucking Christ,' he said when his last rope of cum blasted out. 'Wow!'

He reached down and grabbed my head, and pulled me up to kiss him. 'Wow!' he repeated.

I lay beside him, not quite believing that I'd just given my first blow job. A thousand unconnected thoughts raced through my mind, none I could quite focus on long enough.

'So,' I said eventually, 'was it that bad?' I looked across and Chris had a huge grin on his face. 'Do you think I need to practise a bit more?'

'Yeah,' he said. 'I think we both need to practise. A lot.' He pushed his arm under my head and brought me in to a hug before kissing me on the forehead. 'That was amazing. I can't believe you took it all the way.'

'I know! Me either.'

'Look, he won't go down,' he said, pointing to his semi-erect cock.

I turned on my side and laid one of my legs over his while draping my arm across his chest. 'That was intense,' I said. 'I don't know what I'm thinking. I've got all these thoughts racing around in my head. I can't believe you sucked me off and I can't believe I had your cock - any cock - in my mouth.'

'Tell me about it,' he said, hugging me closer.

And there we lay, naked, spent, and happy.

We must have dozed off because the next thing I was aware of was my phone ringing. I jumped out of bed and fumbled around in my jeans to find it. It was my mum.

'You took your time,' my mum teased when I eventually answered.

'Sorry, we were... downstairs in the kitchen. I had to run up to get my phone.' I looked over at Chris who had his arms behind his head and a sly grin on his face.

'Ok. Just to let you know we're going out to Tesco now and we'll be back in about 45 minutes, ok?'

'Ok, we'll be home soon. Bye.'

I put my phone on his desk and crawled back onto his bed. 'That was mum. They'll be back in 45 minutes.'

'There's a lot we can do in 45 minutes,' he said, arching an eyebrow.'

 

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