Chapter 2

Even though my young cock was spent, Sid’s mouth still worked on my member. It wasn’t as frenzyful as the lead-up to the climax His old mouth was gentle. Caressing the slowly deflating erection. I propelled myself up onto my elbows, watching with my thin leg still drapped over his shoulder.

“I have to get back.”

I said it in an apologetic tone. My lust had been slacked, and I felt a little guilty wishing to leave so abruptly.

It didn’t seem to bother Sid, who lifted his head away and said, “Of course.”

His tall, thin body rolled away, allowing me to get up. He laid there as he watched me dress. Both of us are silent.

With my shy nature, I consentrated on my task at hand but could see him slowly stroke his erection from the corner of my eye, and as I buttoned my school shirt up, I did glance over, giving him a tiny smirk.

Once my jumper was on, I sat on the edge of the bed to pull my trainers on and felt his hand on my shoulder.

“Did you enjoy it, Jonathan?” He asked to my back.

Looking over my shoulder, I gave him a smile and a small nod. My cheeks are still flushed.

I stood up and walked around the bed to the door as he turned, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I stopped and faced him in the doorway. His erection was still hard, poking up as he sat there.

“You ok. No regrets?” He asked, concerned a little. I guess my shy nature was coming across as that. I shook my head and smiled.

“No, it’s just that I have to get back. My breaks nearly up.” I glanced over my shoulder to the front door to explain my haste.

“I understand, Jonathan.” He smiled, getting up and placing his hand on my shoulder as his 6-foot-6 frame looked down at me.

“It was the best,” I replied rather lamely, looking up at him.

I didn’t move. I could feel my inexperienced young cock already starting to swell again. I knew the time was getting on as I looked down at Sid’s old erection, aimed hard and straight in my direction.

He could see my thoughts and remained silent as I reached forward and cupped the base of his shaft in my palm. I felt the firm, hot sensation of it as I gently rubbed it.

I heard Sid gasp as I gradually closed my fingers and thumbs as I moved back and forth. My grip getting firmer.

It seemed his cock got stiffer, if that was even possible, as I slowly wanked him in an underhand hold.

His cock looked and felt so arousing in my grip, and I came to a decision as I looked up into his eyes for a brief second before getting down on my knees.

I placed my hands on Sid’s thighs and studied the task at hand. Wondering how my inexperienced virgin mouth would tackle it Sid remained silent, still letting me act at my own pace. He had gone to the base of his shaft. Pressing his thumb down to bend his cock straighter into my mouth I licked my lips and moved closer. A bead of pre-cum formed at his slit as I felt the heat from his engorged tip.

I opened my mouth wider and leaned closer. My soft, ruby lips touched the heat of his gland. My tongue rests on the base of it.

Sid let out a moan of pleasure as my mouth filled with the heat and musky taste of the bellend.

It felt strange, but it was arousing to feel it starting to fill my mouth. My tongue moved left and right on the base as my lips pressed firmly. I caressed the gland as I pushed it further into my mouth.

“Oh good boy”

I got her approval as my lips touched the back of the helmet. I could feel my lips touch the bunched-up foreskin at the shaft as my mouth filled with his.

I pulled back slowly, letting my soft lips drag over the sensative gland till they pursed at the tip.

I kissed the weeping slit. The helmet was shining with my young saliva. Slowly, once more, I repeated the act. I was surprised at how full my mouth felt with cock in it.

“Mmm, that’s it, you sexy brat.”

Sid’s voice was thick with lust as I moved my lips slowly back and forth over his helmet. I fill my mouth each time with it.

I moved a hand from his thigh and placed it on the hot bulge that was in my crotch. Rubbing my cock through the material of my school trousers I started to suckle on his engorged tip. Leaving it fully in my mouth. “Fuck yes”

Sids hissed words came with his hand on the back of my head. I could feel his hips starting to move.

His bellend started to go deeper. My lips touched his shaft as I continued to suckle. I had to place my hand back on his thigh. Resisting the deeper assault on my mouth I was surprised when I started to feel my gag reflex even with an inch of shaft on my lips.

I pulled away, coughing. A strand of salivia connected my lip with his cock as tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

I looked up, gave a small giggle at my embarrassing display, and wiped my lips.

“I really have to go.”

Sid nodded I got up and walked to the front door before turning. Sid stood there, wanking his wet member. I leaned against the door, watching him at the bedroom entrance.

His fist started pumping faster as I undone my school trousers. Pulling the zip down to fish my erect cock from my pants I slowly played with myself as Sid’s fist pounded. He went on tiptoes as he held onto the door frame, grunting as I watched thick white strands of spunk splatter the carpet.

I smiled and turned. Closing the door and rushing back to school

Even though I had climaxed and had left Sids in a state of arousal, which didn’t help for the rest of the afternoon, I couldn’t consentrate on any lessons.

I had a longing that I felt couldn’t be held. I craved Sid’s attention and even contemplated going home that way. Would he consider me a pest, a nuisance?

I had to control myself. I had only started on my sexual adventure, and the sexual erection of my youth was only to be expected. I walked home with an erection, and the constant ebb and flow of my swelling had played with me all day.

I passed the bus stop. The empty bench gave me the chance to sit and make a call in private. I recovered my mobile from the bag and scrolled to Sids. I paused a second, wondering if he wanted me calling, but pressed the green button.

I sat, hearing the call tone.

“Jonathan,” he answered. I was pleased he still had my number, even though it had only been maybe a few hours.

“Yes. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not. You ok?”

“I just wanted to talk.”

“Is there something you wanted to say?”

He waited as I thought about it.

“Can I see you again?”

“What now?”

I gave a little chuckle at this.

“I can’t; I have to get home for tea.”

“Thats a pity. I really want to see you again; just hearing your voice has made me hard”

“Me to”

“I’m thinking of your hard cock now, where are you Jonathan?”

“The bus shelter on the high street”

“Have you got a hard on?”

“Yes”

“Fuck Jonathan, I have got my hard on out, I’m playing with it right now.”

“Wish it was me, can I listen?”

I heard the phone move as Sid placed it closer. The fleshy slaps filled my ear, the faint groan of Sid in the background. “Can you hear that?” he asked, placing the phone back to his mouth.

“Yes, when can I see you?” I asked desperately.

“Tomorrow is Friday; I’m not here.”

“Oh”

“Maybe Saturday, but I have someone visiting, he would love to meet you, Jonathan, but I don’t know how you would feel.”

I remained silent, taking in what he said and making Sid continue.

“His name is David a good friend, if you know what I mean?”

“I think so”

“He’s 74 does that bother you?”

“No,” I answered without even hesitating, “would he mind me being there?” I added making Sid laugh.

“Believe me, Jonathan, he wouldn’t mind at all.”

I was silent; Sid could sense I was thinking it over, so I carried on.

“Tell you what, why don’t you come over around 9 Saturday morning, meet him, have a chat? You can leave whenever you want, or ... pop over next week on your lunch break.”

He must have known I couldn’t possibly wait that long.

“Ok”

I left the house early on Saturday, avoiding my parents, and made my way to Cresant Lane. I was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt with my black puffer jacket over the top, as the weather wasn’t that warm.

I hadn’t bothered with underwear; I had dressed like this before; I thought it was easier to strip this way; I did wonder if anything would happen; Sid had mentioned this David guy.

The thing I had discovered about myself was that I was decidedly unfussy when it came to elderly guys; in fact, they were the only men I sorted. Even as I thought this as I walked there, it gave me a thrill, and my semi-erect cock flexed in my jeans.

It wasn’t to say that David would want to do anything; maybe he would just watch or even leave in disgust. I couldn’t lie to myself. I was certainly nervous walking into the unknown, but at the very least I would see Sid.

I paused outside the driveway, butterflies in my stomach, my face warm and bright. I took a deep breath and went to the door and knocked. I saw the familiar outline of Sid in the frosted glass and was greeted by his smile.

I returned it as he made room for me to enter. He was dressed similarly to last time, with an open neck shirt, chinos, and slippers.

“You made it then, Jonathan.” I guess I was a little late.

“I missed you,” I said, placing my hands on his arms and going on tiptoes, my lips pursed for a kiss.

At 6 feet 6, he towered above me but leant down to meet my lips with his. I felt like a lovesick school girl and regretted acting like one, but as soon as our lips touched, his mouth was opening, forcing his tongue into mine.