Improper Advances Ch. 02

I kept milking his cock wanting to give every ounce of pleasure I could.

When his body finally came to rest, and his penis softened, I looked at the pool of cum on the back of my hand. It began to cool so I brought my hand to my mouth and licked at the semen and sperm until my tongue was coated with his jizz.

I couldn't believe I had done it. I had willingly tasted a man's cum. I was so embarrassed I grabbed the box of tissues off the coffee table and mopped up the rest of his discharge from his thighs and lower belly.

His hand was caressing the back of my neck. My prick was throbbing in my briefs. Suddenly his hands were working open the belt of my shorts. I stopped him.

"It's okay," I said. "Tonight is your night!"

He kissed my cheek then fixed his clothes in place. I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

"It's getting late," he said. "I better get home before my dad thinks I'm having queer sex!"

He chuckled at his own joke. I tried to laugh along but I was so embarrassed by my actions my laugh was insincere, at best.

He called Uber on his cell phone and gave them my address.

"I better go out front and wait, they're pretty fast," he said.

When I stood my legs were so rubbery I almost fell. Again, he caught me in his strong arms.

He held me close to him and kissed my still-wet lips.

"Lori has to work tomorrow night, do you want to go to a movie with me?" he asked.

My heart pounded in my chest.

"Yes," I eagerly replied.

"I'll text you," he said then gave me a quick kiss before he left the apartment.

I cleaned-up the place then hurried to bed. I made sure my bedroom door was closed then stripped naked and laid down on my back.

My prick was still hard after the first climax so with visions of Bruce and his manly cock firmly implanted in my head, I jerked off one more time then fell into a deep and dream-filled sleep.

**

During my lunch break at work the next day I called Lori.

"How did it go last night?" I asked her.

"Huh? What do you mean?" she said.

"Well, was it busy?" I asked, a bit puzzled by her response. "Did Mrs. Hanson really need you to come in?"

"Ohhhh, yeah, it was a good thing I worked," she said.

"You're working tonight, right?" I asked.

"Yes, you and Bruce have a good time at the movie," she said.

"Oh, okay," I said, surprised she knew of our plans.

"When can I see you next?" I asked.

"I'm not sure of my schedule yet..." she said.

There was something in her voice that didn't set well with me.

"Are you okay? Are WE okay?" I felt the need to ask her.

"Oh, sweetie, everything is fine...don't be so paranoid...looks like I'll have to work a lot this summer. Will you try and keep Bruce entertained? Dad has been really rough on him since he got home from school, and he loves spending time with you...I hope you don't mind, Johnny...but you know, it seems you like hanging out with him, too!" she said.

"Well, yes I do..." I replied. "I hardly get to see Mike anymore what with our different hours and his girlfriend, Cheryl."

"Maybe I shouldn't have dominated all your time the past year or so, sweetie, you really don't have many friends, do you?" she asked.

"I love you, Lori, I want to be with you whenever I can!" I said.

"I know you do, sweetie...." she softly replied then ended the call.

What just happened? I wondered. She sure sounded strange.

**

When Bruce picked me up for the movie I asked him, "How did Lori get to work tonight?"

"Oh, uh, Dianne gave her a ride so I could use the car," he said.

"I thought she didn't get along with Dianne?" I asked.

"Well, you know, they patched things up," he quickly said.

**

When the movie let out, Bruce asked me if I wanted to do anything else.

"Oh, uh, I dunno...it's still early...do you want to do anything?" I asked.

He thought for a moment then said, "Well, we could go back to your place, if you want."

I frowned in the darkness of the car and said, "It's my roommates night off...his girlfriend is cooking him dinner at our place."

"I thought they always went to her place?" he asked.

"Usually...but the landlord painted her apartment today and they don't want to be inhaling fumes all night," I answered.

I didn't recall mentioning Mike and Cheryl's situation to him...it was probably last night when I drank too much wine.

"Want to go for a ride?" he asked.

"Sure," I agreed, "it's a beautiful night!"

We drove in silence a few minutes until I recognized the route he was taking. He was driving the road to the lake.

The lake was notorious at night as a place where high school kids partied, and well, there were natural parking areas between thick rows of trees where boys and girls could have privacy, if you know what I mean?

My goodness, I thought. I'm going to lover's lane with a guy! I blushed in the darkness, but also felt a twinge of excitement in my prick. What the hell is wrong with you, John?

As was custom on a moonlit night, he turned off the headlights and we cruised slowly thru the trees in search of an empty parking space. There were a lot of cars with steamy windows.

Bruce broke the silence. "I wonder how many guys are getting their dicks sucked right now?"

I chuckled, but didn't say anything. I began thinking about his comment.

Oh my goodness, was that a suggestion? Is that what he wants me to do for him tonight?

Just as quickly the other side of my brain said, "Quit over-analyzing everything -- can't you be more spontaneous and go with the flow?

We found an open spot and he parked the car. I experienced a jolt of recognition: it was Lori's favorite place. There was a clear view of the shimmering waters of the lake, and total privacy from the other cars.

The moment he turned off the ignition he asked, "Do you want to get into the back seat?"

A rush of blood swelled my penis. Oh my goodness!

He didn't wait for my answer. I heard his car door open then he said, "C'mon, let's sit in back!"

My response was to open the car door and join him in the back seat.

He immediately took me in his arms and kissed me hard...so hard my prick began throbbing and stars danced before my eyes.

I felt his hand on my chest and soon my shirt was open. We kissed and his hand explored my chest. He stroked my breasts and pinched my nipples until they were hardened little points.

Another sudden flash of recognition struck me: this is exactly how Lori and I began our make-out sessions...of course, I was the one opening her shirt and playing with her breasts.

"Oh Johnny, your chest is sooo soft and smooth...I love running my hands over your body..." he whispered in my ear.

Our kissing went on forever. My balls ached worse than they ever have.

"Oh, Johnny, I love being with you...I love your sense of humor...it is sooo easy to talk with you...you are the prettiest boy I've ever seen...my God, I get sooo excited when I'm close to you..."

His hand suddenly took hold of mine.

"I want you to feel what you do to me, sweetie," he said then guided my hand to the bulge in his slacks.

He forced my fingers to squeeze his caged manhood.

"Do you like that, sweetie? I sure do -- I love your hand on it..." he sighed.

I began stroking him thru his slacks. My own prick oozing pre-cum.

"Sweetie, I can't take much more...open my slacks! Will you do that for me?" he breathlessly asked.

"Ohhhhhhh...." I sighed then went to work opening his pants.

As soon as I pulled down the zipper he shifted in the seat and pushed his slacks and boxers down to his knees.

He took my hand again and wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard flesh. I instinctively moved my hand up and down on it. My own prick throbbing like never before.

"Oh, sweetie, that feels sooooo good!" he sighed. "God I love it when you touch me!"

He squeezed the small bulge in my pants and I almost leapt off the seat. I moved my hand faster and faster on his pulsating erection.

"Oh, sweetie," he sighed. "That feels wonderful, but...."

"But what?" I gasped when he squeezed my prick again.

"Will you kiss it for me? I really-really want to feel your lips kissing it!" he softly said.

His hand was on the back of my head. He began to exert a slight downward pressure. The fog in my brain was too thick for actual thinking. I allowed his hand to lower my head until the manly aroma from his crotch filled my nostrils.

I couldn't help but to moan.

"Kiss it for me, sweetie -- pleeeezzzzz...."

I pressed my lips to his glans. He groaned, released his grip on the back of my head then sat back.

"Oh yes, kiss my cock, sweetie, I know you want to," he said thru his moans.

I groaned and thought to myself the fantasy I had the previous night was actually coming true. I feverishly began kissing his hardness from top to bottom. It was like something snapped in my head. I planted long, wet kisses until his flesh was moist with my saliva.

"Lick it for me, sweetie, please, I want to feel your tongue on it!" he said with a hoarse voice.

His excitement gave me excitement. I lapped at his salty flesh. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my tongue.

He gasped, "Sweetie, please -- please take it in your mouth...wet your lips and slide them over my cockhead."

Those were the dirtiest words a guy ever said to me, but I was too far gone NOT to do what he wanted.

When my lips stretched wide over his cockhead the fog in my brain turned into a lust and desire I had never experienced before. His groaning became so loud I knew I was giving him pleasure and that was all that mattered to me.

The ache I felt in my own balls didn't matter anymore. All I wanted to do was to make him happy, and if sucking his cock made him happy then I was more than happy myself to do it for him.

On my own, I began moving my head up and down taking as much of his hard cock inside my mouth that would fit.

"Keep your tongue on it, sweetie, I want to feel your tongue while you're sucking it!" he said.

I was just as excited from his dirty commands as having his actual cock in my mouth.

"You are sooo-gooood, sweetie...I'm getting close...I promise I won't cum in your mouth, okay?" he moaned.

"Mmmmmmm...." I groaned.

His hips began an upward thrusting every time my head bobbed downward. I gagged a few times when his cock went deeper in my mouth.

"Faster, sweetie, faster!" he said with urgency.

I moved my head up and down as fast as possible.

I heard him say, "Oh-God---oh-God---Oh-God...."

Then felt his hand on the back of my head holding me firmly in place when his balls erupted.

The first rope of thick and creamy man juice filled my mouth and I tried to raise my head to escape the onslaught that was sure to follow.

His hand was too strong. He was going to cum in my mouth regardless of his earlier promise.

I had to make a split second decision: either swallow his semen and sperm, or choke and maybe drown in it.

I chose to swallow.

"YES-YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...he cried out as his body thrashed about the seat.

I swallowed his cum so quickly I didn't notice much of a taste to it, but I had to admit, the hot and creamy fluid going down my throat felt wonderful.

When his body came to rest and his penis softened in my mouth, a light-bulb went on inside my head.

I was surprised and not-altogether dismayed when I thought: Oh my goodness that was exciting! I LIKED sucking his cock -- I LIKED the feel of his cum in my mouth -- and I LIKED his hot jizz sliding down my throat into my belly!

"Oh sweetie," he said when he allowed me to raise my head. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that -- your mouth was so wet and warm, I just couldn't pull out!"

And I was hit with another moment of clarity.

Everything he had said to me in the backseat were precisely the words I'd heard many times in the locker room from guys who bragged about getting their girlfriends to suck their cocks....right down to the promise of not cumming in their mouths.

And I suddenly remembered back in the days when Bruce dated a lot of girls to hide his homosexuality, I had heard him too brag to his friends about his exploits in the backseat of his car.

Oh my hell -- am I just another backseat bimbo to him?

**

For three straight days I went to work during the day and hid in my apartment at night.

Bruce called me each day wanting to go out, but every time I said I was too tired from work and just wanted to stay home. Then he would ask if he could come to my place, but I hemmed-and-hawed until he gave up asking.

I could sense disappointment in his voice each time, but I figured he was simply upset that he wouldn't be getting a blow job from me.

I hate to admit this, but I had never masturbated as often as I did those three nights.

On Thursday night I had an unexpected visitor knock on my door. Oh my hell, it might be Bruce, should I open the door?

"Johnny, I know you're in there, open the door!" I heard Lori say.

When I released a sigh of relief I let her inside.

She looked me hard in the face and asked, "What's wrong, sweetie? Why are you avoiding me?"

I numbly shook my head and invited her to sit on the sofa. She asked the same questions again.

Then, as she always seemed to do, she read my mind.

"Ohhh, you're avoiding Bruce -- not me! What did he do, sweetie, did he do something you didn't like?"

I blushed and looked away. She has an uncanny knack for getting into my head.

"I don't know what you boys did the other night, but Bruce is very hurt that you won't see him!" she said.

Hurt? I'm the one who should be hurt! He used me like a girl to get his way, but I certainly wasn't going to tell Lori that her brother seduced me into giving him a blowjob.

"Sweetie, my brother is going through a very tough time at home, I wish you would at least talk with him," she said.

"I, uh, I dunno..." I mumbled.

"Sweetie, you're acting very strange...did Bruce make you do something you didn't want to do?"

OH MY HELL -- there she goes again. How does she know what's in my mind?

"No-no," I protested. "No, nothing like that!"

"Well, I wish you would talk to him...you know, sweetie, my parents are out of town for the weekend and we're having a pool party on Saturday...there will be a lot of people there...it would be a perfect time for you and Bruce to talk!"

"Well, uh, I dunno...." I stammered.

"John-ny," she said in her sing-song, sexy voice, "...you know, sweetie, you and I haven't been together in a long time -- if you know what I mean!"

I definitely knew what she meant.

"Tell me you'll be there...c'mon, sweetie, you know you want to, okay?"

I could never say 'no' to her.

"Okay," I said.

She bounded off the sofa, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek then said, "Goody! See you Saturday at 4 o'clock, okay?"

"Okay," I said one more time.

**

I was relieved to see so many cars parked on the street near their house. Chances were I wouldn't be alone with Bruce for very long.

I went thru the back gate leading to the pool area. I recognized pretty much everyone there.

The group looked evenly split between Bruce's friends, and Lori and my classmates. People shouted "HI' and I waved back at them.

I saw Lori swimming in the pool. She waved and greeted me with a huge smile.

"C'mon in, John," she shouted. "The water's great!"

I stripped to my swim trunks and tested the water with my foot.

Suddenly, strong hands picked me up from behind. It was Bruce's friend, Gino.

"For being late, pipsqueak, I'm throwing you in!" he said loudly bringing cheers from everyone in the pool.

I hit the water with a dull thud and sank. When I came up for air everyone was laughing and applauding. I laughed along with them.

I swam around all the time searching for Bruce. I finally saw him emerge from the house carrying a tray of burgers, brats and hot dogs.

He was wearing only his brief swim trunks. I couldn't help but admire his lithe and tanned body.

I climbed out of the pool, dried myself then found a chaise lounge nearby and sat and watched the festivities.

Lori and Doug, Bruce's classmate who plays college football for a big time university were splashing each other. Doug challenged Eddie to a playful fight. I watched Lori get on Doug's shoulders, and Betty, Eddie's girlfriend climb onto his. They would push and shove until one of the girl's fell into the water.

It went on for a good five-minutes before Lori was able to give Betty a mighty shove sending her tumbling into the water to loud cheers.

When Lori and Doug emerged from the pool the breath caught in my throat when I saw the skimpy trunks Doug was wearing. My heart skipped a beat as I drank in his muscular body and sculpted chest.

What the hell is wrong with you? I scolded myself.

Guys and girls from my class sat around discussing what colleges they'd be starting in the fall. Since I wasn't going anywhere, I remained silent and simply listened.

"How come you're not going this year, John?" Martin asked me.

"Oh, I wanted a job to move out of my parent's house. I'll go next year," I said even though it probably wasn't true.

I didn't have the savings for school, and my dad had suffered a major setback from his investments. It was a matter of money, but I didn't want to admit that to anyone.

"I envy you," he said. "I wish my folks would let me take a year off!"

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Bruce. My heart leapt into my throat.

He smiled and said, "What, you don't say 'hi' to me?"

I blushed and stammered, "Well, uh, I think you were in the house when I got here."

"Can you give me a hand with the grill?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.

When were alone by the grill, Bruce said, "Johnny, I am so-so sorry if I did something to offend you the other night...I thought we were having a good time."

I looked away and stuttered, "Uh, well, no, uh, I, uh...."

Bruce loaded the grill with the meat.

He suddenly called out to Mary Ann in the pool, "Where did Lori put all the buns?"

She cupped her ear like she couldn't hear and climbed out of the pool and approached us.

"Where are all the buns?" he asked her again.

"Aren't they in the house?" she answered.

"I didn't see any," he said. "Find Lori and ask her, will you?"

"She's in her room changing. I'm soaking wet, John, go upstairs and ask her, okay?" she asked.

"Oh, sure, okay," I replied.

I bounded up the stairs thinking I might catch a glimpse of her naked.

When I reached the top of the stairs I heard noises coming from her room. The door was cracked open just far enough I could see in but before I reached it I heard screaming.

"OH DOUGY, FUCK ME HARDER, SWEETIE, GOD I LOVE YOUR BIG COCK INSIDE ME!!"

I stopped dead in my tracks. OH MY HELL!! The hair on the back of my neck stood straight!

"MAKE ME CUM, SWEETIE," she shouted. "GOD, I MISSED YOUR BIG COCK WHEN YOU WERE AWAY AT SCHOOL!"

"I MISSED YOU TOO, BABY, I REALLY MISSED FUCKING YOUR TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY!" he shouted.

I stood at the door afraid to peak thru the crack. Tears began to well in my eyes. And like when you drive by a bad accident on the highway, I couldn't stop myself from looking inside the room.

OH MY HELL -- Lori's legs were draped over Doug's shoulders. His muscular buttocks clenched and unclenched as he plowed his cock in and out of my girlfriend.

"I'M CUMMING, SWEETIE," she shouted. "CUM WITH ME, SWEETE -- SHOOT YOUR LOAD INSIDE ME, SWEETIE!!"

Suddenly Doug began screaming with Lori. Their cacophony of noise filled my ears with horror.

"OH GOD, DOUGY -- I"M CUMMING-I'M-CUMMING-I'M-CUMMMING...."

Numb with total shock and disbelief, I turned and ran down the stairs. I ran out the front door wanting to get as far from the house very quickly. I was running to my car when I realized my clothes were near the pool, and my car keys were in my jeans.