This is a story that involves sex between a teenager and an adult. Please don't take it upon yourself to imitate this behavior. I neither encourage it nor condone it!
Playing Ball (Part 5) The Epilogue
Life had been good to my old friend and me. We'd both been blessed with healthy and bright kids; Sean with two sons and a daughter, I with two sons. My old teammate was currently on his third wife as he celebrated his fortieth birthday. I was obviously much harder to catch, as I had managed to keep the weddings down to just two!
Having first fucked around with one another during our high school days, Sean and I stayed close friends through college into adulthood. When he'd knocked up his girlfriend during our sophomore year at UT, Sean had asked me to be his best man. He performed the same function for me when I took the plunge after graduation.
His oldest daughter, my Godchild, was a perfect and well behaved little girl. The same couldn't be said for the two boys that followed! I was around his house a lot, more so during the frequent periods that we were "between wives", and I could always be counted on to turn a blind eye to the young boys' minor transgressions.
As their teen years approached and I thought back to the fun I'd had during that time in my life I continued to be the "lenient uncle" who cut them a lot of slack when their Dad wasn't looking. I only grinned the day I caught them swimming naked with a couple of their female schoolmates, chuckling to myself as the two little studs quickly wrapped white pool towels around their hard fresh cocks.
I won't bore you with more sappy recollections of a great friendship. Suffice it to say that we were extensions of one another's families in ways that our wives never understood.
That's why it came as no surprise when Sean asked if I would give his oldest son Chris a ride back from visiting his Mom's new home in Tennessee. I was there on a business trip - work had me on the road a great deal, probably adding years to a marriage that had gone stale.
I picked up the young fifteen year old on Friday afternoon. Making small talk with the mother of my pal's three children, I watched Chris as he ran back and forth filling his duffle bag with clothes scattered throughout the house. My eyes drank in his tall frame, slender almost to the point of being skinny. Light brown hair framed his boyish face, the long locks falling down across his green eyes.
Chris had enough of Sean in him to pass for his son, but it was his Irish mother who'd provided the light brown hair and the freckles that dusted the smooth cheek bones of his mischievous face. I'd never cared much for Karen; in fact I thought she'd gotten herself knocked up on purpose knowing it was the only way she'd ever marry a hot guy like Sean. But looking at her son I could see that they'd made a good breeding pair! This kid was a beauty!
With my Buick finally packed, Chris and I piled in and headed toward Texas. It was going to be a long ride, almost seven hours, and I was looking forward to reacquainting myself with the boy whose diaper I'd changed as an infant.
Even after not seeing one another several months, we fell easily into our old repartee with me making fun of the knobby knees emerging from beneath his black silk running shorts and him shooting back that at least his legs had more hair than my head! It was going to be a fun visit!
"If I don't get a beer soon somebody's gonna get hurt!" I vowed as I spied a convenience store on the corner next to the entrance ramp to Interstate 40.
Planning just to have one or two to relax my shoulders and keep my throat from getting parched on the long drive, I pulled into the parking lot and released my seat belt. Looking over at my young passenger, I asked him if there was anything he needed from the store. "Yeah, a twelve-pack of Michelob" he grinned, with equal parts hope and gest in his voice.
"Yeah right, kid" I laughed "In your wet dreams! Your Dad would kill me if I corrupted your virgin ass on this trip!"
"I'm not planning on pouring it in my ass" he shot back "and there's nothing virgin about my throat!" He blushed as the double meaning behind his words sank in, but kept his eyes fixed on mine in a challenge. Chris was a smart kid and a daredevil. Both these traits had combined to give Sean more than a little grief as he raised his precocious little boy into a sometimes worrisome teenager.
Standing before the cooler in the Mapco store, I searched for my favorite brand, Shiner Boch, but apparently Tennesseans hadn't caught on to the great little brewery located near San Antonio. My gaze fell upon the Michelob and I reached in to grab a six pack. Rethinking my selection, I grabbed the twelve pack carton instead and added a cheap Styrofoam cooler and a bag of ice to my purchases as I headed to the check-out stand.
At the back door of my car I pulled my goodies from their plastic bags and Chris' eyes lit up at the sight of his requested beer emerging from the sack. Wedging the small cooler on the floorboard behind my seat, I pulled the beer from its package and poured the ice noisily around the bottles.
Mission accomplished, Chris and I hit the interstate and sped toward home. As soon as we were clear of downtown Memphis, passing St Jude's Hospital on our right, I reached behind me to pull out a beer. I realized that I should have put the cooler behind Chris' seat and asked him to reach behind me and pass me a cold one.
He was more than happen to accommodate, even twisting the bottle cap free in his gangly hand and bringing the bottle to his lips for a deep gulp before handing my beer over to me.
"You little shit!" I laughed as he swallowed about half the fucking bottle! "If you don't cut that out I'm going to let you walk!"
Not intimidated by my threat, he reached over with his left hand and punched my hip as he grinned. I took a deep swig from the bottle and settled it down between my legs. Smirking at me, gleefully challenging my adult authority, he grabbed the neck of the bottle and brought it back to his lips. The cold glass brushed against my trouser-enclosed balls and sent a little shiver up my spine as he replaced the bottle to its original position.
"Fuck it" I conceded "If you're going to drink most of mine you may as well pull one out for yourself. But just one! At least then I don't have to drink my beer through your spit!"
He reached back into the cooler in victory (he knew how to manipulate me!) and pulled a bottle free from the ice. Relaxing back into our seats, we resumed our earlier chat about all things Chris!
He was finished with his beer long before I was, taking long swigs to my more moderate sips. But I was really enjoying our conversation so I kept my mouth shut as he reached back for a refill.
We cleared Little Rock and turned southwest on I-30 toward Texarkana as I finished my first beer and Chris started his third. His slurring speech was animated as he told me all about the girl in his class who had a reputation as the "best mouth in school". I was learning things about high school in the '90s that no adult needed to know, and I wondered about my own sons and their sexual exploits.
Somewhere south of Little Rock my bladder began to ache. Spying a rest area with a left exit ahead, I wheeled the car into that lane and hit the blinker. Chris squirmed in his seat, unwilling to express the need to recycle the beer he'd guzzled, not sure what the "manly" protocol was for taking a piss break.
But he beat me to the urinals after we parked. Grabbing a spot next to my young companion, I pulled out my dick and unleashed a storm of hot piss against the porcelain as Chris and I continued our banter. Looking over at his smiling face, I let my eyes drop to his crotch to see if the little weenie I'd cleaned when he was a baby had grown much in the intervening years.
The long soft cock that hung from that boy's shorts left me speechless! This kid put both me and his old man to shame! A fat fleshy shaft dangled from his hand, extending several inches below the spindly fingers that held it up as it splashed yellow piss against the urinal. He must have had at least six inches of soft cock in his hand!
I couldn't take my eyes off that kid's dick! Heat flushed my face as I realized I was in a public restroom in Arkansas with mouth watering at the sight of my best friend's son!
Chris stopped his chitchat in mid sentence, breaking my concentration and bringing my eyes back to his face. I caught a quizzical grin plastered on his boyish face; his green eyes sparkling as he silently understood that old Uncle Jeff had been checking out his package!
I was so busted I could do nothing but try to restart our teasing and hope the moment passed without permanent damage to my reputation. Chris joined back in, apparently willing to let it pass without comment, and we washed our hands before trotting back to the car.
The sun had faded in the South Arkansas sky and our conversation began to fade as well. Chris grew quiet and I began to think he was sleeping the last couple of beers off. Good thing, I thought, with a little breath spray maybe I can pass him off to his Dad as sleepy instead of drunk!
Light ran through the passenger compartment as we passed under street lamps. We drove silently while I snuck glances at the freckled mug of my best friend's boy. Even though he had the dick of a man, his face was still that of a little kid. I wondered if his Dad and I had looked that young at his age.
The thought of a face that age sucking cock, as his Dad and I had done back then, sent blood to my constricted dick and pinched the shaft as it began to straighten.
Chris' eyes were closed - almost all the way. But a couple of times I thought I detected the orbs rolling sideways to sneak a look in my direction. My lengthening cock, denied release since I'd left home on Monday, grew painful and I reached discreetly into my trousers to adjust it to a more comfortable position.
Seemingly in response, Chris' hand fell sleepily into his lap and landed atop the growing pole that had begun to stretch his black shorts. He began with a subtle light fisting but soon began running the growing shaft from side to side, no doubt rubbing the sensitive skin of his wide corona against the cloth of his boxers.
We kept up this wordless peep-show for almost twenty miles, me with my left hand gently cupping my crotch and he with his right hand twisting his hard shaft in the dark of the passenger seat. My throat grew dry as desire flooded my body.
I almost shook with the need to wrap my hands around that hard shaft, but my life flashed before my eyes when I considered the consequences of an unwelcome advance.
My dry throat finally brought the situation out of stalemate. I twisted my arm awkwardly toward the cooler behind my seat, brushing my arm against Chris' thigh as I reached. The hand that had been working his cock through his shorts suddenly pulled the shaft toward my arm. His soft cock-head flattened against my elbow and leaked pre-cum through the black cloth of his shorts.
There was no mistaking that gesture! My right hand shot back from the cooler and wrapped itself around the pole burning my arm. Chris pushed down on his rock hard cock and a fleshy pink head peeked out of the legs of his shorts. I ran my trembling fingers up his shorts legs and took the burning pole into my grasp.
With his eyes still closed, completely this time I think, Chris reacted with a soft grunt and slumped further into the leather of the Buick's seat. His hips lifted slightly and fucked his hard cock into my palm. Slick teen ball snot leaked onto my hand and coated a slick path for his shaft to grind through.
Dropping all pretence, Chris raised his hips and brushed my hand away with his shorts as he pulled them loose and let them drop to his sneaker-clad feet. Spreading his slender legs wide, he brought his left hand to my lap and fumbled with my zipper.
Seizing the moment while my right hand was still free, I helped my young friend release my straining cock before reaching back to molest his hard young meat. His long bony fingers traveled up my shaft, bringing ball juice to the head as they clumsily manipulated my pole.
I lifted his heavy cock away from his smooth stomach. My hand couldn't cover the length of his long piece of meat as I pulled on his shaft and felt pre-cum grease my journey up the pole.
With one hand on the wheel and the other gliding across Chris' impressive shaft, I rocked my own stiff cock into his hand. It was pretty clear he had limited experience in fisting another guy's dick; he concentrated too much on the sensitive head and created uncomfortable waves of sensation as he smeared the slick juice leaking from my piss slit.
I ran my fingers down the underside of his dick and found two hairless balls sticking softly to the leather seat between his legs. I cupped these jewels in my hand and felt the over-sized eggs roll through my fingers. Chris spread his legs wider, his left knee pressing against my right leg, and moaned as his Dad's best friend fondled his nut sack.
He reclined his seat back and brought his hands together behind his head, intertwining his fingers through the soft brown hair. Understanding that he could just lay back and enjoy being felt up, he abandoned my cock and melted into the sensations I was delivering to his burning crotch.
I alternated between his cock and his balls for the best part of thirty minutes before the desire to taste his hard meat overtook me. I began searching for a quiet place to lay him back and suck his cock. I even thought about claiming car trouble and checking us into a motel for the night. After about five miles, just past the Boston TX exit, I spied the roof of a darkened convenience store.
I pulled off the road and sighed with disappointment as I noticed an old pick up parked in front of the store's darkened windows. Not to be thwarted, though, I continued down the side road in hopes of a dark place to pull over.
My wish was answered when I saw the darkened parking lot of the First Baptist Church of Boston ahead on the right. Pulling in, I wheeled my car to the far corner next to the dumpster and killed the lights. With no thought of what would happen if a curious sheriff spotted my parked car in this unusual place, I leaned over in my seat and brought my face down into the teen's crotch.
Savoring the faint musk of his teen crotch, I drank in the fragrance and extended a wet tongue toward the head of his leaking shaft. Pulling the warm flesh through my lips, I licked slime from his cock and drew him further into my mouth.
I pushed slowly down his shaft, savoring every fleshy inch of my best friend's son as he sank into my hungry throat. I'd sucked a few cocks in my thirty-nine years, but this was by far the longest and fattest dick I'd ever been called on to service! I fought against choking as the meaty head of the teen stud's huge prick squeezed into my throat.
I had to pull back before I reached his wiry brown pubes. This kid's cock was just too fucking big! Never one to give up on the first try, though, I sank my mouth back onto the fleshy pole and aimed my nose for his abs. Years of experience paid off as I felt his hot shaft pass through the struggling muscles of my throat and sink all the way home.
"Now who's got the best mouth in school!" I thought as I impaled my face onto his crotch.
Chris apparently thought it was pretty damn good too, and his smooth hips rocked into my throat as he tried hard to choke me with his mammoth tool. I could feel thick ball snot coating my tonsils as the hot flesh of his teen rod buried itself in the deepest recesses of my sucking mouth.
He held off cumming very well for a kid his age. It was clear that, while this may have been the first time he'd ever fucked the mouth of one of his Dad's friends, it was surely not the first time he'd ever had his cock buried in something warm and sweet! But the blowjob I was giving him would have been enough to make anyone drop a big load quick, and I could tell by his ragged breathing he was about to pop!
His grunts turned to groans as he fucked his cock hard into my face. A tremor passed through his slender legs as he planted his big feet on the floorboard to add strength to his thrusts. His heavy balls rolled in their hairless sack and poured their juice into the thick shaft throbbing against my tongue.
"Ummph!" he groaned as he lost control
The first spurt caught me by surprise, not with its timing but with its force. White hot cum bounced off my tonsils and pooled in my throat before I had a chance to swallow. His cock never even paused before the second shot erupted with equal force. My cheeks puffed as my mouth filled with his seed.
I gulped hard but it was 'too little too late', and Chris' load exploded out of my mouth to coat his jerking cock. He pounded his slimy dick through my lips and straightened his legs out in a spastic response to the orgasm coursing through his young body. I wondered if this boy would ever stop shooting as I struggled to regain control and swallow the creamy onslaught.
Finally spent, Chris slumped his ass back to the seat and sighed a long groan as I pulled off his softening prick. Taking some of his spilled juice from the base of his long cock, I brought it to my leaking prick and fisted myself hard. The excitement of what had just happened washed over me and my dick jerked against my hand as it prepared to unleash its week-long build up of ball batter.
I shot a load that struck my dress shirt just above the pocket. Wave after wave of cum blasted from my twitching shaft and drenched the cloth with white juice. I groaned as an orgasm curled my toes and took my breath away.
With both of us sated, Chris and I looked at each other with sheepish grins. I knew there was a big difference between a horny teenager and an embarrassed young man after the fact. I waited to see which one Chris would be.
"Shit, Uncle Jeff, that was fucking great!" he smiled as he ran his hand across my knee.
Relieved, I licked a remnant of his cum from my lips and popped the trunk release to retrieve a fresh shirt from my suitcase, tossing my cum-soaked shirt into the dumpster.
I wondered what the little ladies would make of that when they emptied the trash from their next pot-luck supper!
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