The movement of the car down the road to uninhabited areas had both boys considering what came next. It was a certainty in both of their minds that they were about to embark down a new road, and they were glad to be on it together. They were driving on a road and toward a destination that neither of them had envisioned when they had their chance meeting that morning. The intensity of the moment and the silence made them both nervous.

"You do that really good," Billy said. "I could have an accident if you aren't careful."

"You want me to stop?" Craig said.

"Hell no. Don't stop. We're going some place where I can take my pants off, right? They'll dry out if I lose it before we get there."

Craig remembered his friend's farm with the big pond down toward the river. They'd gone swimming there a few times when Craig was younger. It was very quiet and private and that seemed the proper combination. He carried a blanket after parking up under the trees and out of sight of the house. Billy trailed along and didn't ask any questions. The blanket was spread under a large oak tree right beside the pond. Cattle strolled along the fence just on the other side of the pond.

Craig sprawled out on the blanket as Billy looked at him and the pond and the cows. He looked back at Craig and kneeled on the edge of the blanket out of reach.

"This is it? Where you wanted to go?"

Craig didn't answer him but reached into his pocket for the ten-dollar bill. He held it out toward Billy. There was a curious look on his face as he checked out the hand and the ten dollars.

"What's this for? It's gas money."

"You. I want whatever you'll give me. I've been thinking about it ever since we were with Richard on that bed. I want to do it all the way with you," Craig said, sure of himself.

"You sure you know what you're doing? Don't start something you can't finish."

"Not really, but I've wanted to tell you that's what I wanted all day, since that day. That's what I wanted then, when you were all snuggled up next to me, and it's what I want now. I know you're horny. You've been telling me all day. If that isn't enough I'll give you more when I get some money. I just want to do it again until you've had enough and go home happy. I want you to go home happy, Billy. I want you to go home knowing I did it for you."

"Lord, Craig. I've got to get home sometime tonight. What if we settle for you putting a smile on my face," Billy kidded. "Besides, my old man will skin me if I'm five minutes late. I'm not on good terms with him, but if you want the real deal, I'll stay with you until you've had enough. That will be enough for me."

Craig moved his hand to the front of Billy's pants. He grasped the half-hard bulge that ran down his leg, squeezing it. Billy looked at Craig's face and unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to one side. He unfastened his pants and sat on the blanket to take them off. In little more than a minute he was naked. Craig stripped, wanting to have his naked body touching Billy's.

At first Craig moved his body down Billy's body until he was watching his own hand working up and down on the rising erection. He held it straight up so he could see all of it as it filled. He skinned it back until the head stood pink and full above it. He felt Billy's balls and wrapped his legs around Billy's leg. He held his hips above Billy's knee, sliding his cock up the entire length of his smooth thigh. Craig bit his lip, thinking he would lose it right then.

Billy was on his back with his hands behind his head watching Craig admire him. He always liked it when someone was admiring his cock. He lifted up when Craig's hand started to move under his waist. He watched him smearing the sticky substance all over his throbbing dick head with his fingers.

Craig seemed mesmerized by the substance and leaned his face next to Billy's cock. A long clear band of liquid hung in the air connecting the well-shaped lips to the slit of the uncut dick. Then the lips went down over the head, continuing to smear the sticky stuff around. Billy closed his eyes as he swooned from the feelings Craig attention had running through him. He wanted to kiss him while the love candy was still covering his lips.

"You better ease off a little, Craig," Billy said softly, "I'm so horny I could lose it any second. I'll nut if you keep doing that," Billy added, as Craig worked the skin up over the tip filling the foreskin with liquid.

"I thought you could hold it for as long as you want," Craig said, excited by the desperation in Billy's voice. "I like playing with it this way. Ten dollars should give me more time," Craig said.

"I can. I mean, usually I can. I don't know what's wrong with me today. Every time you touch me I start getting hot. You get me all worked up or something. The last couple of times I got close and then we stopped. It's not going to stop this time. I can feel how close I am."

"If you shoot now can we stay until you shoot again?"

"I usually need to concentrate to stay hard when some one is fooling with it. A good blowjob will always get me worked up after a few minutes, but you must have good hands or something. Every time you get on it I want to just go ahead and shoot."

"You want I should stop," Craig said.

"No, don't stop now. I mean lighten up a couple of minutes. You could blow me then if you want to do that. It's the best thing for me. I'll warn you when I'm going to shoot this if you don't want it."

"I don't care if you warn me or not. I want to do it the way you like it. I want to finish it if I can. I want to know what it's like to finish with you. It makes me hot thinking about you shooting your load. My dick has never been this hard. Ever," Craig said. "I want to do it again if we have time. I want to keep doing it."

"Let me see your dick," Billy said.

Craig swung around so that his legs were near Billy's head and his face was near Billy's cock. He jumped when Billy's hand took hold of his cock. As Billy squeezed Craig felt the heat running from Billy's fist all the way up to his face. He rubbed Billy's cock on his lips and felt faint from the mutual contact.

"That fucker is hard as a rock. You got a fat one. I like that. It's nice. You're lucky it's just good size and not a monster dick like mine," Billy said, stroking Craig's cock while studying it.

"You seem to enjoy having the biggest cock," Craig said, leaning his face on Billy's smooth warm thigh as his lips caressed what he could reach of the head as he bent it down toward his mouth. "That feels really nice, Billy. I appreciate you touching me. I know that's not part of the bargain. You might get me off if you aren't careful. Oh, that feels so nice."

It took a minute of magnificent ecstasy for Craig to realize Billy was jerking him off with healthy strokes. His hips moved his cock up through Billy's fingers as the rhythm picked up. It was then, just as he thought this was the best thing that had ever happened to him, he felt the lips going down, slipping on and over his cock head. He would have had to look to see what that feeling was a few hours ago, but he knew by the hot breath and the little nicks from his teeth, Billy's lips had slipped down over his cock head super heating his body as it surged toward a melt down.

"Wow, that's so cool," Craig said. "Your turn to be careful, Billy. I don't know if I can hold it. It usually takes me awhile."

Billy ran both hands up inside Craig's legs and into the crack of his ass where he lost track of where he was and what he was doing. His teeth ran across the head of Craig's cock as he tried to force the entire length all the way into his throat. It was what he'd seen other boys doing over at Charlie's, and he wanted this cock as deep as he could get it inside his reality. He hugged Craig's body close to his which allowed him to continued to inch his mouth down on him, resisting the urge to gage.

Craig let his lips slide down onto Billy's shaft. He decided to try to swallow it, sliding the cock deep into his mouth, but after getting half of it in, he started to gage. He knew the taste in the back of his mouth was the same sticky stuff that had so excited his lips when they smeared it around Billy's cock head. He was forced to back off but enjoyed the fact his tongue was being coated with fluid as he came back off it. The taste made him dizzy as he imagined himself swallowing Billy's very essence.

"Shit Billy, I'm going to cum. You should back off that thing some. I can't hold it. Oh, man. Oh no, Billeeeeeeee."

Craig fought to maintain what little control he had. Noticing Billy's unoccupied cock, he moved his mouth down on it ambitiously as his body seemed to be floating, down past the gagging response he moved the cock deeper, deeper than he thought he could as it enraptured him. He was unaware of anything but the cock and what he was doing to it. The taste and the feel of it made his mind whirl on clouds of desire.

He thought about how Billy had gone down on him, refusing to release him knowing what was coming. He ran his hands up the back of Billy's legs until they were in Billy's crack. He pulled Billy in close, holding him as tight as he could. He still tried to get more of Billy's cock in his mouth, but even the thought of the two being locked together like that had his body tingling with lustful excitement.

He felt as though he was on the crest of a wave, flowing, drifting, rising, but it took him only an instant to realize the wave was inside him and it dashed against Billy's mouth. He felt the wave crashing down, down, as he shook, and then it lifted him again. His hips couldn't help but respond in hard thrusts to the sucking and the feel and the incredible spasms that ran through him over and over again. He collapsed on his back exhausted and helpless.

The brain fog swept over him as he struggled on each breath. He had to release Billy from the confines of his mouth, but Billy had no intention of setting him free. Craig looked down to see his brown cock pressed in between the pink lovely lips. It all but filled the space. As Billy sucked Craig became faint and his cock seemed more sensitive than it had ever been. He could see the width of it in decline as he stared at the mouth while it continued with the sucking, sucking, sucking. Billy's hands rubbed his ass and dug at his hole. Billy's cock arched in half erect glory for Craig to admire. It was white with purple veins decorating the shaft. The skin hung well down past where he knew the tip was.

In a sudden move Billy muscled himself on top of Craig while swallowing what was left of his erection. His hand came up on his own cock, immediately making it stiff by his touch. The tip of the purple head forced the skin to open so it could appear. Billy's hand became a piston packed with power, pounding the meat it grasped. Grabbing Craig's head he forced his cock onto his mouth. At the instant the pounding fist was colliding with the parting lips, thick gobs of liquid scalded Craig's face. He knew he must take on this demanding snake, but at the same time wanting to spit out the venom of love it was spitting. As quickly as he became repulsed by this thick flowing fluid, he recognized its pungent taste, it was the exact same taste, times ten, as the sticky stuff he'd gobbled off the tip of Billy's cock when he first got it near his mouth. It was stronger and able to give rise to his own bone of contention while Billy fucked his mouth. This taste was so much more powerful and intoxicating, he needed to use it for the purpose intended.

Feeling his own lustfulness down in his balls and groin, he held Billy's head and shoved hard against his mouth as a new surge of lust took him over. His hands spread Billy's crack to force him down into his mouth as he swallowed and sucked and ate the nectar Billy pumped and then leaked into his throat. Billy's hips were no less angry with Craig's mouth and he forced his cock deep into his throat. There was no gagging or resistance. Craig wanted it this way. He needed it this way.

They both fell silent at the same time, spent. Billy stayed on top of him and the cocks stayed in place but all work on them ceased. More white cream ran from Billy's lips as Craig considered the fact he'd cum twice in just a few minutes. He knew he'd totally lost it the second time, swallowed by some lustful demon that forced his way out. It suddenly took him over, forcing him to unload years of pent up frustrations. He found breathing difficult until Billy rolled off of him onto his back.

"You okay?" Billy asked, with his rose nipples rising with the heaving of his chest.

Craig looked at Billy's soft cock. He could see where the head imprinted inside the skin. It was all white and mellow looking. Craig thought Billy had to have one of the best looking cocks anyone ever had. The powerful plump purple head retreated into the skin, not looking at all dangerous now. He reached between Billy's legs to skin it back so he could once again see that most impressive head he was kissing a moment ago. When he saw it, the head was pink, almost the color of his nipples. It lacked the impressive size and passionate color that had him craving the cum it was pumping out. It was still one beautiful cock. He never once thought a cock could be beautiful before, but he knew this one was.

"Is it always like that?" Craig asked.

"I've only let guys do it to me before. I don't know what that is," Billy said, feeling Craig's balls.

"Wonderful. It was like nothing else I've ever done. It was wonderful," Craig said.

"I've had guys blowing me for a long time, but I've never blown a load like that. I guess it was pretty wonderful. I usually watch guys, wondering what they get out of it. Now I know."

"I didn't expect you to do that. You didn't have to do that," Craig said. "You didn't want me to? I thought you liked it," Billy said.

"Liked it. Shit! I've been a hand jammer since I was twelve. I knew when I saw you that day, I wanted to... you know. I never felt that way before, Billy," Craig said, rolling onto his stomach and propping his chin on his elbows so he could look at Billy's face. "I never felt that way. I never though much about guys dicks. Since that day, I can't get yours out of my brain. Sounds weird, doesn't it?"

"I don't know if it does or not. What I know is I liked it. What I know is I liked it enough to want to do it again. With you that is. Later that is."

"I'll have to get a job so I can afford you. I don't know what it costs for what we just did, but I'd give whatever you say. Nothing ever made me feel like that. Nothing."

Both boys wanted to touch the other even after erections were lost. They discovered new textures along with new feelings. Both of them enjoyed touching and Billy was amazed that he wanted to give as good as he got. He'd always been an observer while other boys touched him and some even satisfied his needs. He knew he was ready to do more and he wanted to do it with Craig. He wanted to think it was just business because Craig gave him some money to fool around with him, but he knew by the way he felt, it no longer had anything to do with money. At first he let Craig do things to him because that's the way it was always done, but he couldn't resist his urge to satisfy Craig. He'd had that urge for a long time. He'd pumped cum into the mouths of a dozen guys and not one of them dripped a drop into his mouth. For the first time he needed to find out what it was like and what all those guys had experienced at the instant they had gotten him off. He was a little scared of what it meant but he was also glad he was there with Craig.

"Do you like me?" Billy asked, not sure what he was looking for.

"Do I like you? How could I not like you? I just sucked you off," Craig said. "Yes, I like you, Billy. You make me feel... feel...."

"I sucked you off," Billy said. "We sucked each other off."

Craig didn't always understand much about other people. He sure didn't understand how he'd ended up at a friend's grandfather's farm sucking the dick of his best friend's brother's best friend. He didn't care much how he got there. He was glad he was there.

"You saying you like me? Craig asked.

"Is that what I said? You said, how could you not like me, you just sucked me off, and I said ..."

"I know what you said. I heard what you said. Are you saying you like me too?"

"If you like me I'm saying I like you too. Do you? Like me, I mean?" Billy said.

"Can I see you again. Like this I mean?" Craig asked.

"Is that all you want. You like the rest and just want my big dick?"

"No. Yeah, I want your dick. I want it all the time, but I want to go out with you. Spend time together. Get to know you. I want to know everything about you. I want to know what you like and how much. I want we should be friends."

"That's what I thought," Billy said.

"You're making fun of me. This is a game to you. You let a lot of guys do that to you. I've never done it with anyone," Craig said.

'Yeah, I've been with other guys, but I've never done that for any of them. Never even tried. Never even wanted to try. I never thought of doing that until I met you. I never shot a load of cum like that either. I never dripped from a guy touched me until today. Hell, I've been dripping since I got in the car this morning. I was hot just being next to you. I knew we'd end up here doing this."

"I didn't know that. How did you know?"

"I knew we was headed here. Maybe not this field, here, but somewhere here. We were heading somewhere to do just what we just done from the minute you came into that bedroom to read that book to me and Richard. I knew where we was going."

"Yeah, we were, weren't we. I wonder how that works. A guy spends sixteen years trying to figure out what the fucks happening, and in one day he finds out more than he thought anyone could ever know. I never learned this much in school, Billy."

"They left this lesson out of school."

They hugged each other with Craig letting his lips kiss Billy's face. When Billy didn't turn his head, Craig put his lips where he'd wanted all along. There was no resistance and Billy let him go where he wanted to go. He didn't so much as kiss him back as accept the kisses he was given. Neither of them was too well practiced on the art of passionate kissing, but they didn't need to be. Just touching one another was the best it had been for either of them. It doesn't get any better than that. Yet.

The End



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