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Tasty Treat 2 - Billy reviews what he taught me la

by A Shy Guy


Tasty Treat 2 I could feel the morning sun shining through the open window on my naked body long before I opened my eyes to greet the new day. I had kicked all the covers off, exposing my long, lean body to the cool early summer air, and lay with my face buried in my pillow, my hard cock pressed into the sheets. I reached a hand down between me and the sheets, and found my hard cock, waiting there, waiting for its morning attention. I held my cock and balls together in my hand, and rocked my hips back and forth, then up and down along the smooth, cotton sheets. I ground my cock down into the fabric, treating it more roughly that I usually did, harder now than I usually was, my need more urgent. The bed was squeaking, but I was too engrossed in my own sensations to hear it. My mother, though, had ears that never stopped. A loud knocking found its way into my euphoric dream. “What are you doing in there?” she called out from the other side of my locked door. I’d been locking it at night ever since I was twelve years old, and masturbating my head off. One of Mom’s boyfriend showed me how. Mom had caught us, and put a stop to it before he had taken me all the way, but not before I had found out how to do it. The next night, my very first time making the cream come, Mom caught me, and gave me shit, but that didn’t stop me doing it. It just stopped me getting caught. “Nothin’ ma,” I yelled back. “Just doing sit ups. You know I do them every morning. Coach said. Gotta do fifty. You know I always do fifty, ma.” “That’s not sit ups your doing in there, she yelled through the door. “You don’t do sit ups in bed. Your doing it again, aren’t you? You stop that, you here? You stop that, or so help me Murphy, I’m gonna send you back to your father. He was always doin’ that too, specially after you were born an’ I kicked him outa my bed.” “No, ma, you got it all wrong,” I answered, wiping my cum up with a handful of kleenex. “I’m just doin’ sit ups. The coach said we had to do ‘em. I ain’t doing what you’re thinkin’ ma. You told me not to do that, and I’m not.” Not now, anyway. I was finished. I tossed the Kleenex into the trash can, pulled up my p.j.s, straightened my softening cock, and went to unlock the door. “And that’s another thing,” she said as she pushed past me into the room, smelling the air. “I don’t like you lockin’ this door. I’m your mother. And I pay the rent for this room as well as for all the rest of the place. I’ve got a right to come into my own boy’s room whenever I want. You stop lockin’ that door at night, you here?” “Yes, ma, I hear,” I said, headin’ down the hall to the bathroom. “But I had to lock it, ma. You know why. Remember that boyfriend you had that tried to get in bed with me? I don’t know what he was thinkin’ on doin’, but you came and kicked him out, remember? I always lock my door if I think you’ve got a boyfriend visitin’.” “I didn’t have no boyfriend in last night,” ma said. “You had no call to lock the door last night. You was playin’ with yourself, that’s why you locked it. I know. You’re no good, just like your father was no good. You’re not gonna play with yourself in my house, you here me? Not in my house!” I heard her all right. I heard the same sermon two, three mornings a week. I used to hear them even before I know what playin’ with myself really meant. Maybe, that’s why I started doing it. Maybe she gave me the idea. She and her old boyfriend, the one that was more interested in me than her. That’s why she kicked him out. Not ‘cause of what he was doing with me, but ‘cause of what he wasn’t doing with her. She didn’t like it that he liked my body better’n hers. After a shit, a shower and a shave, I was ready for school. I grabbed a banana off the counter as I headed out the door. “You be home right after school, you hear?” ma shouted after me. “You gotta get your homework done early if you’re goin’ to that ice cream place tonight.” “It’s the Tasty Treat, ma. It’s called the Tasty Treat. And yes, I’ll get my homework done early. Don’t worry ma. See you after school.” What a flood of memories came rushing back. I hadn’t forgotten last night, of course. Who could ever forget your first time touchin’ another guy’s cock, or your first time gettin’ sucked off? Bill Butler was a year older than me, but still in school ‘cause he had flunked a year. He got me the job at the Tasty Treat, just like he promised. He had been promoted to Assistant Manager, and had told me he would get me in. The Manager, Chuck, owed him one, he said. Last night was first night working at the Tasty Treat, and my first night of boy sex. I wasn’t going to forget that, not for a long time! I reached the school and started up the front steps when I heard Billy’s voice. “Yo, dude,” he called. “Hold on a second.” I knew it was me he was calling without even turning around. Sure enough, his hand landed on my shoulder and I turned to see his broad smile and sparkling blue eyes. He gave my shoulder a squeeze, then dropped his hand. “Good night last night, eh?” he whispered. “Yeah, good,” I whispered, and smiled back. I looked around to see if anyone was listening, but we were alone. “Ain’t never had no night like it. Thanks for ... everything. It was great!” “Shit, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” Billy answered. “You just got a little taste of what the Tasty Treat has in store for you. Look at this,” he said, casting his eyes down to his bulgin’ crotch. “I’m gettin’ hard, just thinkin’ about what we’re gonna do tonight.” I could feel my own cock swelling in anticipation, and thrust one hand in my pocket to keep my hard on from being too obvious. “Now don’t start playin’ with it,” Billy said grinning. “Come on to the john. I’ll take care of it for you.” “Now? In school?” I asked, frightened, yet thrilled. This boy-boy sex was so new to me, I couldn’t have enough. If he was willing to take the risk, so was I. “Come on. I’ve done this before. It’s no sweat. Follow me.” Billy led the way down the corridor. We were early, so there weren’t many kids there yet. I followed him into the toilet and found that we were alone. “In here,” Billy said, holding the door to one of the cubicles open. As I passed him, he followed me into the small space, and shoved the door closed behind him. He reached over and put the toilet seat down. “Sit on the tank, and keep your feet up on the seat,” he ordered. “That way, any one comes in, they’ll just see my feet, and they’ll think I’m pissin’.” I climbed up and sat on the tank. Billy reached over and squeezed my cock and balls through my jeans. “Uhhh,” I groaned. A wave of lust raced through me. I reached for my belt, but Billy slapped my hand away. “Let me,” he ordered. He squeezed me and massaged me as he reached over with his other hand and undid my belt buckle. He popped the top button of my jeans, then pulled the zipper down. He moved his other hand inside to feel my hot cock through my underwear, and began rubbing the tip through the white fabric with his thumb. I reached over and put my arms around his head, pulling him closer and pushing his head down at the same time. “All in good time,” Billy said, resisting my urgent pressure to bring his expert mouth to my waiting cock. “Gotta get ya good and ready first. I want this baby to explode soon as I suck on it. We haven’t got much time, not in here.” Billy rubbed the end of my cock with his thumb. He reached into my jeans, pushing them down with his wrist. I lifted my hips and he pushed the jeans down below my knees. I spread my legs wide and leaned back against the wall. He continued rubbing the end of my cock, now dripping with precum, and rubbing under my balls with his other hand. He pressed me hard under there, digging in with his fingers, sliding them back and fourth along from my bum hole to my balls, and I felt my cock grow even longer and harder. “Suck it now,” I moaned. “I’m ready.” “Not yet, not yet. Gotta prime the pump first,” Billy answered. With one hand, he pressed and rubbed all along under my balls again, then took both balls in his hand and began to squeeze then lightly together so one slid up and the other slid down inside their sack. Changing the pressure, they slid past each other again. I wasn’t sure if it hurt or not, but it was definitely a feeling I had never had before. I groaned out loud, and arched my back, pushing my cock towards him, silently pleading for release. “Now you’re ready,” he said. He reached into my white briefs and pulled my throbbing cock free. He leaned down and licked it up and down, sucking at the salty precum, then engulfed it in one great swallow. I thought it was going to go right down his throat. If it hadn’t been attached to me, I’m sure it would have. His other hand, he brought up to join the action, masturbating me at the bottom end of my seven inch cock - perhaps even longer now with all this attention - it certainly felt longer and harder that ever before, and sucking me, both at the same time. A novice like me had no chance. That wonderful feeling grew and grew inside me, and I never wanted it to end. I could feel my cream welling up inside me, and true to his word, Billy made me explode in record time. Spasm after spasm shook my body, and I almost fell off my toilet tank perch. Billy reached his two hands up to my waist and steadied me, sucking every last bit of boy juice out of me as he held me in his firm grip. Spurt after spurt sprayed the back of his mouth, and still more came. I never, never, since I learned how to do it when I was twelve years old, I never ever came so much. I shuddered, and as the last spasm racked my body and left me weak and helpless, in his arms, I fell against him, gasping for breath. Billy dropped my softening cock from his mouth, but brought his face up close to mine. I knew what he was about to offer me, and I was ready for it. I pressed my lips against his, and sucked my own boy juice out of his mouth into my own. Together, we swallowed, our lips still touching, our tongues searching for more, till it was all gone. “Gawd, where did you learn to do that?” I asked, as I collapsed against him, my body so weak now, that I could not hold it up straight. “Chuck,” was all he said. Then, “Chuck showed me everything. And now I’m teachin’ you. That’s the way we do it at the Tasty Treat. There’s lots more to learn. Wait until tonight.” The school bell rang as I looked longingly at Billy’s cock, hidden beneath his jeans. He followed my gaze with his own eyes, and smiled. “You can have it tonight,” he said. “And you can have some of Chuck’s too, if he thinks you’re ready.” He shoved my cock back into my pants and pushed things into place. “Zip up and let’s get outa here. Classes are startin’.” Who cared about those classes? The lesson I just had, and the promise of what was waiting for me tonight was all I could think of all day. Tonight, after work, at the Tasty Treat. Gawd, I hope Chuck thinks I’m ready!


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