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Archive name: alex3.txt (M/m, coming of age story)
Authors name: Mitchell Knight (Anonymous)
Story title : Alex Grows Up
PART 3 of 7

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Steve did end up calling me on Thursday. Apparently 
he had made some plans for Saturday night, so he 
wanted me to come over and sit for a few hours. He 
planned on making it an early night.

The weather had cleared up a little by Saturday. 
Most of the snow had melted away and the sun had 
just set as I walked over to the Wallace's.

"Hi, Alex," Steve greeted me.

"Hi," I answered, mentally adding 'Steve.'

My eyes surreptitiously found his crotch while he 
took my coat from me. He was wearing very tight 
pants and I could almost make out every curve of 
his cock.

When he turned to hang up my coat, I stared 
unabashedly at his ass. I could see the lines of 
his jockey shorts through his tight pants. In a 
brief flash, my mind's eye conjured up the image of 
his firm, white, naked butt cheeks as he had shown 
them off in the video. I flushed bright red.

"Is something wrong? Are you sick?" Steve asked, 
turning around and noticing my condition.

"No, I'm okay."

"All right. Nick is in the kitchen with a friend. I 
told them he could sleep over, but make sure 
they're in bed by 10:30. I don't care if they don't 
go to sleep right away, but get them in bed. If you 
have any problems, just give me a call."	We had 
moved into the kitchen where Nick and his friend 
were contentedly munching on popcorn at the table. 
I recognized his friend; he'd been over before when 
I had baby-sat. His name was Chris, and he was year 
or two older than Nick.

"Hi, Alex," Nick said, waving.

"Hi," I answered with a smile.

"The number where you can reach me is right here," 
Steve showed me.

I nodded.

"Okay, you guys, be good for Alex. I'll see you 
guys tomorrow morning for breakfast. I'll make some 
jumbo pancakes," Steve promised. The boys cheered.

"I should be back by midnight," Steve told me 
before he left.

The boys kept to themselves while I was there. They 
went up to Nick's room after finishing their 
popcorn, and when I went up to check on them later 
I found the door closed. Nick explained that they 
were getting changed for bed. I glanced at my watch 
and saw that it was only a quarter to ten.	I 
checked back a half hour later, and they let me in. 
They were both in bed. I said goodnight, shut off 
the light, and left, closing the door behind me.
	I went downstairs and watched a little TV. I 
was eager to watch the tape, but I wanted to make 
sure the boys were up there to stay for the night. 
Having Nick catch me had turned out okay, but I 
didn't know if I would be so lucky with his friend 
Chris.

After I'd decided a suitable amount of time had 
passed, I went to the tapes hiding place. I got 
down the shoebox and opened it. Inside there was a 
white piece of paper with the tape. Curious, since 
the paper hadn't been there the last time, I opened 
it.

I nearly dropped the box when I read it.

Alex,
Wait until I get back tonight, and I'll give you 
your own private show.
				Steve

My trembling hand crumpled up the note. 'How did he 
find out?' I wondered.

I returned the tape to its spot and sat down. I was 
in a very nervous state. I didn't know what to 
think. I just couldn't believe that he had found 
out.

My nervousness was also tinged with a bit of 
excitement and sexual tension. I considered the 
offer described in the note, and my dick stiffened 
immediately. I wanted to know now what was going 
on.

I didn't have to wait very long. I heard the garage 
door open about a half hour later. I waited on the 
couch, trying to keep my knees from shaking. I shut 
off the TV and turned to watch as Steve entered the 
house. In the background, the garage door was 
automatically closing.

"Hi, Alex. Did you get my note?" Steve asked, with 
a big grin.

I nodded. In my highly excited and nervous state, I 
was worried that my voice might crack and betray 
me, so I didn't answer his question verbally.

"So, are you interested?" he asked, coming into the 
room.

"How did you find out?" I got up the courage to 
ask. Luckily my voice came out strong and normal 
sounding.

"You forgot to rewind the tape," Steve answered, 
smiling again.

'Stupid, stupid! Of course, that was it!' I 
realized. I had been in such a rush the last time I 
hadn't even bothered to think about that.

"Do you want to go up to my room?" Steve asked.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, wanting to 
race right up those stairs right now, but holding 
back because of doubts in my mind.

"Nothing you don't want to do. I thought we could 
pleasure each other. I promise you, if you come 
upstairs with me, you will have the best time of 
your life. Don't worry, I won't hurt you," Steve 
responded soothingly, his deep masculine voice 
massaging away my worries.

"Okay," I answered, getting up.	I followed him up 
the stairs and into his bedroom. He closed and 
locked the door behind him. He dimmed the lights.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Fine," I answered.

"Would you like to take off my clothes?" he asked.

I swallowed and nodded.

"Go ahead," he said, moving in closer.

I took off his coat first. In our rush, he still 
hadn't removed that.

"What should I do with it?" I asked.

"Just throw it on the floor," Steve replied.

I let it drop and then I began unbuttoning his 
shirt. I did this slowly so as to enjoy each part 
of his chest as it was revealed. Since the video, 
he had lost much of his tan, but he was still 
darker than I was. With his black hair and brown 
eyes, he had a slightly darker complexion than I.

The final button came undone once I pulled his 
shirt out of his pants. I slid it off his 
shoulders, and then tried to pull it off, but it 
got caught on his wrists.

"You have to undo those buttons too," Steve told 
me.

Going to his right hand, I undid the button at that 
wrist first. I pulled the shirt off his right hand 
and ran my hand over the black hairs that curled on 
his arm. Then I undid the left and pulled the shirt 
completely off and let it fall to the floor.

I went to his pants and undid the button and slowly 
unzipped him. I pulled the tight pants down over 
his ass and then they fell to his ankles on their 
own. He wore white jockeys, which I had glimpsed 
earlier in the night through his tight pants. The 
head of his large erection poked out the top of the 
waistband of his underwear.

Steve took off his shoes and socks and then stepped 
out of his pants. I pulled down his underwear and 
gazed on the erection that I had engraved in my 
memory. It excited me even more in person. My 
erection throbbed painfully within the confines of 
my pants.

Now completely naked, Steve wrapped his arms around 
me and pressed himself against my body. He dipped 
his head to mine and gave me a long gentle kiss. I 
tasted willingly of his open mouth. I felt his 
strong hands lightly grip my buttocks.	Then he 
ran his hands up under my shirt along the smooth 
flesh of my chest. He pulled the shirt off over my 
head and then darted forward and took my right 
nipple in his mouth. He bit it lightly.

"Oh!" I exclaimed lightly, partly in surprise and 
partly because I enjoyed the feeling that came with 
it. He smiled and bit the left one. I ran my hands 
along his back and down to his ass. I felt the 
smooth flesh there and then ran a finger along his 
crack, feeling the short hairs that grew there as 
he pulled down my pants.

We went over to the bed where I sat down. He knelt 
before me and pulled off my socks and then he 
buried his head in my crotch. He lightly bit my 
erection through the thin cotton of my jockey 
shorts. Then his hands were gripping the waistband 
of my underwear.

He looked deep into my eyes as he slowly tugged at 
them. I lifted my hips to allow him to slowly slip 
them off. I could see his concern and lust for me 
within those deep brown eyes of his. Impulsively I 
leaned forward and kissed him.

"Lay back on the pillow," he urged.

I lay down on the bed with my head on the pillow. 
He crawled onto the bed and knelt between my legs. 
He spread them apart a little further so he had 
enough room. Then his head came down, and he 
lightly kissed the head of my erection.

Steve's tongue flicked out and swirled around the 
head of my penis. It felt incredible. This was so 
much better than using my hand. I now understood 
the mystery behind oral sex.

His tongue traveled down the length of my erection 
and then he licked at my balls. There was a place 
on my left nut where the hair was worn away, and he 
slowly stroked this with his tongue. It felt great!
	Then he started licking the skin behind my 
balls and working his way back. When his tongue 
touched my anus, at first I thought I'd been 
mistaken, but then he licked it again. As his 
tongue shallowly probed my hole, I realized this 
was no mistake. I began to squirm as he drove his 
tongue deeper, driving me wild. I pushed my bottom 
into his face, losing myself in the experience and 
the feelings.

His finger replaced his tongue in my well-lubed 
anus. It didn't feel as good, but it was still 
welcome. He kept it just at the opening, with only 
about a half inch inserted. This changed as his 
mouth engulfed my erection to the base. As he 
bobbed up and down on my cock, every once and a 
while running my cockhead against the front of his 
teeth, then swirling his tongue around my shaft, 
driving me wild. Then his finger echoed his head 
motions, going in and out of my hole.

As he pushed deeper into me, it began to hurt a 
little, but the sensations his mouth was giving me 
counteracted the minor discomfort. I clutched at 
the material of the comforter as my entire body 
began to tense. My hands froze in this position as 
my climax built within me.

His movements sped up as I reached the brink. I 
felt myself reach the point of orgasm, but I didn't 
come. This climax continued to build; surpassing 
any I'd ever had before.

I felt Steve's finger thrust forward quickly as his 
head came down on my dick. The head of my penis 
scraped against the back of his throat, and all of 
this sent me over the edge. My entire body became 
rigid and I came in his mouth, what relief! It 
seemed like this went on forever as I shot spurt 
after spurt of my semen into his mouth, but I 
finally came down from this new height of ecstasy, 
and my body went limp.

I ached all over from the prolonged tensing of my 
muscles; my knuckles cracked as I released the 
comforter from my grip. A deep calm descended over 
me, soothing away the soreness in my muscles.

"Judging from your reaction, I'd guess you liked 
that," Steve said, grinning.

"I did," I whispered.

He lay down beside me, putting his arm around me. I 
laid my head on his chest.

"I'm glad."

I ran my hand down his abdomen to his small patch 
of pubic hair.

"Did you cut this?" I asked.

Steve chuckled. "Yes. It's something Tami likes. 
She usually trims it every once in a while. Do you 
like it?"

"Yes," I answered.

His black pubic hair seemed so neat and controlled 
in its trimmed state. Much different from my unruly 
thick pubic hair.

I began running my hand over his penis. It slowly 
began to inflate as I touched it.

"Are you gay?" I asked.

"Maybe. Sort of. I enjoy sex with my wife, but 
there's just something's she can't do for me that I 
need a guy for," he answered.

"Like what?" I asked.

Steve shook his head. "That's for later. Right now 
I'd like you to suck my dick."

I stared at his large member at that point. It was 
fully erect and stood at attention impressively 
between his legs.

"I don't think I can take it all--" I protested.

"I know you can't. That's okay. Just suck on the 
head. That's all that matters," Steve explained.

I nodded, realizing this was true. I moved out of 
his embrace and got down between his legs.

"You don't have to eat my cum if you don't want 
to," Steve said.

"No. I want to," I realized.

"Okay."	He spread his legs further apart, and I 
went to work.

I opened my mouth wide and took in as much of his 
cock as I could. I filled my mouth with his dick. I 
held it steady with my hand while I went down on 
it. My hand couldn't reach all the way around. My 
other hand tickled his huge hairless balls.

He put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed when 
he started to reach orgasm. I increased my rhythm 
at this signal and used my hand to provide more 
friction lower on his cock.

He came after a minute tensing in his legs. His cum 
spilled into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I 
could because there was so much, and I wanted to 
make sure I got it all. What I did taste as it 
rushed past my tongue was salty and delicious. Even 
with all my efforts to not let it escape, some of 
his cum slid from my mouth onto his erection. I 
licked this up after he finished.

"Was that the first blow-job you've ever given?" he 
asked.

"Yes," I lied. I didn't want to tell him about his 
son and I.

"That wasn't too bad. Next time I'll teach you some 
things that will make it even better," Steve 
promised.

I realized that there would be other times, and I 
looked forward to them. Before I left that night, 
Steve gave me a picture of himself completely naked 
with his juicy exciting cock fully erect. His body 
was very tan and oily in the picture. I didn't 
bother to ask how the picture had been taken, or 
who had taken it, I was just happy to have this 
secret memento.

The picture found a hiding spot in one of my Isaac 
Asimov books on my bookshelves. I took it out to 
looked at often.

Continued in part 4

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