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Subject: My Obsession with Joey (installment 2) Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages, including minors. This story and all of the characters are 100% fiction. If stories of this nature offend you, or if you are under 18 years of age, or if reading such stories is illegal in your location…please leave now. The author retains all rights to this story and it should not be reproduced for monetary gain or mass distribution without the author’s permission. I’m grateful to Nifty for posting this story. Nifty survives on support from people like you and me. Please keep the archive alive and donate as generously as you can. Author’s note: My apologies to the wonderfully supportive people to whom I promised this chapter weeks ago. This chapter didn’t come to me as easily as the first, but if you liked chapter one I hope you’ll be pleased with my effort. I truly appreciate any support, encouragement and constructive criticism. You can reach me at beertech6428@. I’d love to hear from you. (gay / adult youth) Title: My Obsession with Joey By: Beertech From chapter one: What he said and did next set the tone for our new relationship. I was standing there outside the open passenger door of my truck, bent over at the waist with my face pretty much still in his crotch because I couldn’t get enough of his scent. He took his dick in one hand, cupped my chin with the other and pulled my face towards the tip. He wiped the last drops of his semen directly from his piss slit onto my lips and around the outside of my nostrils. Then he lifted my chin, looked me in the eye and said “I’m a beast and now you know.” I moaned like a little schoolgirl and he knew he had me. From that moment on, Joey has called all the shots. He looked down at me, still with that same smug, cocky look in his eye, and plainly instructed me; “Do it again.” My Obsession with Joey � Chapter Two And so began my journey down the path towards servitude to a thirteen year old boy. I did what Joey wanted that night and I brought him to his second climax. It’s become his trademark now; a pattern repeated so often I’ve nicknamed him `Joey Two-Times’. He tells me that the first one is just to get his nut while second is the one to kick back and really enjoy. During round two in my truck that first night he lasted a lot longer than six minutes, even though he finally admitted just recently that those were his first two blowjobs ever. Now, after almost two months of routine service, it’s not uncommon for me to spend half an hour or longer between his knees before he gives up that second load. Turns out his dick wasn’t as ready for round two as his mouth was that night, which gave me the time and luxury to explore other parts of his anatomy. In just a few short minutes he was ready to go and he guided my busy mouth to where he wanted it. I found it adorable that the second time around Joey was intent on displaying his composure and control. At one point he leaned back and arrogantly laced his fingers together behind his head, content to watch me work one testicle and then the other between my dripping lips. At another point he told me to loosen my lips around his shaft and with an ear in each of his hands he guided my mouth ever so slowly up and down the full length of his steel hard, nearly five inch boy cock. It’s so hot to hear those types of words come out of a boy’s mouth. I think Joey could tell I was turned on by how verbal he could be during the throes of receiving oral sex because the instructions and comments kept coming. I about lost it when, after supervising my service to his cock for what seemed like fifteen minutes, he lifted my chin and looked me dead in the eye, “You love suckin’ my dick, huh Coach?” I stared back into his sparkling green eyes and half hummed, half moaned as I swirled my tongue around and around his engorged cockhead; his knowing smile conveyed that he understood my reply. He finished in my mouth again but this time he wanted to see his cum shoot onto my tongue so he sat up and had me get into position with my mouth open and tongue out. He took control of his slick cock with his own hand, pointed it to my open mouth and bought himself off on my tongue while I massaged his contracting boy nuts with my fingertips and studied his beautiful, young face contorting in the ecstasy of his orgasm. Joey was nonchalant on the ride back to his apartment complex. On the other hand I was an emotional wreck, although I think I hid it well. I was overwhelmed by the fact that I’d just sucked off the boy of my dreams, twice! I could still taste his seed in my mouth and smell it on my face as I drove. I had a mess in my pants, and for reasons I don’t fully understand, I was scared that Joey noticed I’d had a spontaneous orgasm the moment he filled my mouth with his first offering. Judging by the sly, knowing looks that he kept giving me, I surmised that he was quite pleased with what transpired, although he didn’t have much to say. I felt compelled to thank him for allowing me to pleasure him but I struggled to find the right words. I eventually just said it in the simplest terms. Joey’s response, with that same sly grin on his face left, left me speechless, “You did a good job, Coach.” I spent the rest of the night and all day replaying the night’s development over and over in my mind until I was interrupted at 2:30 by a knock at the door. I was surprised to find Joey on the other side because he’d never come over on his own before, and for a moment I was worried that something was wrong. He gave me that same knowing grin though, and strode right past me as I held the door. “Hey Coach,” It’s not hard to tell when a thirteen year old boy is up to something. I didn’t know what it was but I knew he was here in my home and I knew he was looking fine. I said good morning ankara masaj yapan escort and followed him into the living room. Joey settled into his usual place on the couch as I stood hesitantly for a moment, unsure exactly how to proceed. “So what brings you by, Joey?” I asked hopefully. He locked eyes with me and I knew he could sense my apprehension. Rather than replying with words the boy grabbed the crotch of his jeans with one hand and raised his eyebrows up and down at me with that same sly grin from the night before. I didn’t need any further explanation and I was on my knees in front of him in a heartbeat. He took his hand out of his lap and I immediately began working at the front of his jeans. I got them unbuttoned and I lowered his zipper to reveal a bulge wrapped in a pair of grey Nike boxer-briefs. God, he smelled good; fresh and clean, his natural scent mixing with that of his body wash. I looked up at Joey who was watching me with a blank expression on his face. He made no motion to help me so I went for the fly of his underwear with both hands, intent on freeing the boy beast within. I sat back on my heels, stunned, when he grabbed both of my wrists and said “we need to talk, Coach”. My heart leaped into my throat as I feared the worst. “Sure, Joey, let’s talk.” I felt a nauseating wave of nervous self-consciousness as I got up from my knees and sat next to the boy. Was he having second thoughts? Did I misread the whole situation? Time seemed to stop as all kinds of horrible scenarios flashed through my head. Joey finally broke the silence. “Look, I appreciate everything you do for me; the basketball, the clothes, the rides, everything.” I thought I could tell where this was going. He was looking down at his hands which were idly fumbling in his open-jeaned lap. “To be honest with you, that’s why I let you do what you wanted last night, cuz I felt like I kinda owed ya. I could tell how much you really wanted to, you know, suck my dick.” Ok, I thought, here it comes, we’re through. “Joey, I do those things for you because I really, really like you and because I want to. It makes me feel good. You don’t owe me anything and you don’t have to let me do that anymore. I understand, and I’ll still do all the other things we do if you’re ok with it.” I thought I understood. He continued, “So the way I figure it, we’re even. Look, I could tell from way back how bad you wanted to get in my pants. Now, that has to be worth more than what you been doin’. I know how much trouble you could get in, and me too. You know what people would think if they knew I was lettin’ some dude suck my dick?” I couldn’t believe it; the little shit was actually negotiating! “If I’m gonna keep lettin’ you suck me off, you gotta do better than what you been doin’.” My anxiety disappeared and my cock grew hard as his intentions became clear. “Ok, Joey. I can see your point. What did you have in mind?” I could tell that the kid had carefully thought this out and had actually formulated a plan. I was turned on by the way he was taking control of the situation, so I wasn’t about to interrupt him. “Ok, so first off, here’s how it’s gonna be. I aint gay, I like girls. So I don’t wanna be seein’ none of your junk and I aint gonna be touchin’ you. So don’t go getting’ no ideas like that.” I nodded my understanding as Joey continued to recite his obviously rehearsed speech. “So I know you like takin’ me to basketball and out to eat and everything, so all that don’t count. We can just keep doin’ that shit. But if I’m gonna be lettin’ you suck me off all the time you gotta do better as far as the clothes and shit like that.” I suppressed a moan when he said `all the time’. Joey looked like a poker player who’d just gone all in and wasn’t sure if he had the winning hand. That was the last time I can ever remember Joey appearing to be unsure of himself. “I see. And how do you plan to explain all of this to your Mom. You remember how she felt about your birthday presents.” His handsome face lit up with pride. “I thought of that already! I can keep that stuff over here and you can give me a key so I can come over while you’re at work and shit to get whatever I want before school or whatever and she’ll never even see any of it.” The little extortionist thought of everything. “Another thing; I want a phone.” He watched my face, trying to get a read on my reaction. Joey was looking so gorgeous with his jeans undone like that. My eyes were fixed on the sexy sliver of smooth skin that was exposed below the hem of his green and white striped polo shirt and above the waistband of his boxer-briefs. If he only knew how badly I wanted him right then; I’d have probably done anything his adolescent mind could dream up. “Wow, Joey. You know I’m not a rich man. I don’t know. Tell you what; for that much investment I think I deserve access to more than just that delicious cock of yours.” It was Joey’s turn to be stunned. “Whoa, I told you I’m not gay. What’re you sayin’ exactly?” It wasn’t hard to tell that he felt that his sexuality was being threatened, and so I set out to reassure him. “Relax, Joey. I completely get that you’re straight, and to be honest, that’s a big part of why I’m sexually attracted to you. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” I paused, searching for the right words. “All I’m saying is that it would be nice to be able to feel up your body a little bit once in a while. Please try to understand I’m attracted to all of you. For real, Joey; you have such a great body, I don’t know if I could keep my hands off the rest of you.” I could literally see a sense of pride wash over his face; I knew from previous experience that the boy was very responsive to praise of his mecidiyeköy escort body, and I was relieved to see that he was considering this. “That’ll cost ya.” He was thinking. “And no touching my face. And don’t even think about goin’ anywhere near my ass.” What a little negotiator! I countered; “I’m ok with showing more appreciation for you letting me do certain things, but I ought to be able to touch any of your muscles I can reach while I’m sucking your dick. You didn’t mind when I had two handfuls of your ass last night, did you?” “True, ok but no goin’ into my ass crack. So what do you mean by `certain things’?” This was going better than I could have ever dreamed. “Deal. So by `certain things’ I mean like if I asked you to let me lick your armpits, or maybe your ass if I promised to not go between your buttocks.” I felt my dick throb as I imagined myself eating out the boy’s creamy, moist pits. “Buttocks!” he screamed in a sudden fit of uncontrollable laughter. “Hahaha buttocks! Butt- TUCKS” he wailed in a comically exaggerated pronunciation. Until that moment I’d forgotten that I was negotiating with a thirteen year old boy. He jumped to his feet, turned, lowered his jeans and underwear in one swift motion and wagged that sweet ass right in my face. “Butt-TUCKS, butt-TUCKS, kiss my butt-TUCKS, Coach!” The boy was either unable or unwilling to get his giggle fit under control. I went straight back to my knees and I placed my hands on either side of his naked, impossibly narrow hips. “It’s butt-TOCKS, you little punk!” I could see the back of the boy’s scrotum peeking out between those sweet globes. I proceeded to noisily smooch each of his perfectly round little buttocks as he continued to laugh and wiggle and then I took a long, slow lap with my tongue up the crack of his ass from as close to his sack as I could get all the way up to the base of his spine. The giggling stopped and Joey spun around. His jeans had fallen to the floor but his boxer briefs were still at his knees. His semi-hard boycock brushed against my cheek. The penis swayed back and forth and bobbed up and down as it came to life an inch from my eyes. A slight gasp escaped me as I watched his testicles rolling in their hairless pouch. I inhaled deeply through my nose and leaned in to swipe at his nuts with my tongue but Joey put his hand on my forehead and pushed me back. I never felt so subservient in my life as I looked up at the boy who was so obviously now in charge. “There’s more”, he said. I was sure he could see the desperation on my face. “You only get my dick when I say. You already know Meghan sucks me off whenever I want, I don’t need two bitches buggin’ me for my cum.” He said this with half a chuckle, probably his attempt to take the sting off the insult. I agreed without hesitation. Joey smirked contently and continued; “But you also HAVE to suck me off whenever I say, no questions. Got it?” Still holding him by the hips, I leaned in again and this time he allowed me to caress his barely adolescent balls with my lips. The underside of his hot, stiff rod was pressed against my face as I began to tongue-bathe his boy nuggets. His hips bucked forward and he gasped loudly before he regained his composure. “Ok, you can suck my dick now”. Too cool for a thirteen year old boy. My hands slid behind him to hold those perfect buttocks. I could feel them clench in the palms of my hands as I began at the base of his teen cock with the pointed tip of my tongue and took short swipes at the underside centerline. My ministrations were causing his young sex tool to dance and throb as I got closer and closer to his crown. I was captivated watching his lower abdomen clench and contract and expand with his heavy breathing. I go crazy over the contrasting skin tones at the tan line of this mulatto boy’s stomach, and my hands automatically went there. I went under his shirt and felt up and down his hard, flat, quivering abs as I reached the cleft of his dickhead with the tip of my tongue. I looked up at him; he was breathing hard through his slack-jawed mouth. I smiled and went back to lapping his nuts with my tongue. “Aaarrrghhh you fuckin’ tease!” His thirteen year old cock was pulsing in time with his heartbeat. I traced my tongue back up the same path and this time when I reached the top I saw what I’d been waiting for; a juicy dollop of sweet boy precum emerged from his slit like a teardrop and ran slowly like thick syrup towards my tongue. Rather than licking up his boy honey I swept my closed lips back and forth across the tip of his cock, spreading his juice over them like lip gloss. Now I pursed my lubed, slippery lips and began to slurp them up and down over his throbbing bulb, stopping just short of the flared ridge of his cockhead each time. Just his crown. No tongue, just wet, slippery lips. Saliva leaked out and ran down his shaft and I felt him pushing down on the top of my head. “Come on, Coach. Suck it.” He sounded distressed. I let him push me down over his cockhead but I had no choice when he bucked hard into my mouth twice in rapid succession, each time accentuated with a loud, assertive boy grunt. I remember thinking how hot it was to hear the voice of this thirteen year old sexed up kid grunting like a little man. The first stab of his flesh to the entrance of my throat caught me by surprise and I gagged, which caused me to produce a heavy flow of thick saliva. I was prepared the second thrust and he sank his juvenile sex organ as deep into my mouth as he could. My copious thick saliva coated his tool with an obscene sloshing sound. “Ahhh FUCK, man!” He stood tall and held himself deep inside my mouth with his hands at his sides, looking down at where we joined. “Damn Coach, how mersin escort the fuck can you take me down your friggin’ throat like that?” I’d never have the heart to tell him that at less than five inches, his boycock doesn’t quite make it into my throat, not that I’d have been able to tell him at that moment. All I could do was to stare adoringly up into this boy god’s eyes and stroke his slender thighs with my hands. He withdrew almost all of his manhood from my mouth and then began top slowly rock his hips, gliding his full length between my loose, leaking lips. “Fuuuuck, Coach. Stay just like that,” he instructed. We held our gaze as he rocked in and out of my leaking fuckhole with long, slow deliberate motions that defied his age and experience. I believe this was the exact moment that I fell in love with this boy as he looked down at me with his hands at his sides and worked his tool like a little man. Without warning Joey forcibly held my head in place and began piston-fucking my face. I surrendered to his animalistic assault and let my dripping mouth go slack. His nail hard dick sloshed noisily in and out. His pubis noisily clapped against my wet face each time he’d thrust into my mouth and I could feel his nuts slapping against my chin and his pubic hairs rubbing against my nose. I stroked up and down the sides of his firm, lean torso with both hands while he fucked away for all he was worth. This super horned up seventh grader was rabbit-fucking my mouth and soon both his groin and my face were a dripping mess. After a few minutes of this onslaught I needed a break and I pushed him back. “Easy baby,” I said once I gained my composure. Joey stood up straight with his hands back at his sides, panting and sweating like he just ran a race. I remember thinking I’d give anything to lick the sweat from his upper lip. His shiny, wet boy dick bobbed right in my face. He tore his polo shirt off and held it in one hand. I was transfixed watching his well-defined little chest, glistening with sweat, rise and fall as he caught his breath. I lifted my shirt to wipe my face. “Leave it,” he commanded. “I like it like that.” I let go of the hem of my shirt “Let me do some of the work'” I offered. Joey watched intently as I gave his slick shaft a few slow strokes with my hand. I took his swollen cockhead in my mouth and began rapidly swirling my tongue around and around. Joey dropped his shirt and breathed raggedly through his open mouth while watching intently. I continued the shaft pumping with my left hand and with my right I caressed and occasionally pulled on his sack of boy nuts, remembering how much he liked that the night before. I could taste and feel Joey’s flow of pubescent precum on my tongue. I settled into a steady rhythm with strokes of my hand and bobs of my head but it didn’t last. “Sorry, Coach. I gotta fuck that mouth…” he pulled my hands away. “…right…” he gripped my head again. “…now!” Joey was in control again, power fucking my face for all he was worth. He stayed upright this time so the pace of his thrusts was a bit slower but more forceful. I held onto his hips and went along for the ride. “Fuck yea, bitch!” I closed my eyes and groaned, realizing that at that moment I was indeed his bitch. “Suck that dick! You like my black cock?” I moaned. He hunched down and pumped faster. “You want my cum?” By this time I was a moaning, dripping mess. I could feel his contracted nutsack mashing against my chin. I was stunned by the sheer velocity of Joey’s first jet of boycum as I felt it squirting onto the back of my mouth. The boy clutched my head tightly to his groin and delivered each successive blast of jizz with a boy-grunt and a solid thrust of the hips. In my state it seemed to me like he was cumming forever. I did my best to drink my boy god’s precious gift but the angle of my head allowed the combination of his semen and my saliva to flow down his shaft like hot lava until it reached his balls on my chin where the thick, gooey mess dripped from his scrotum and my face and made a puddle on my carpet. Joy let go of my head and stood up straight. I nursed on the boy’s still leaking cockhead while gently fondling his slimy balls with my fingertips. His upper body glistened with a sheen of sweat. “Stop sucking,” he instructed, “just hold it on your tongue.” I did as he said and we looked into each other’s eyes as he swiped a glob of our combined fluids from my chin with the fingers of his right hand and began spreading it on my face. I was overcome with sexual desire for this thirteen year old boy who just drained his nuts into my mouth and I felt a wave of orgasmic bliss begin to wash over me. From my kneeling position my hips began to pump uncontrollably. I was powerless to contain my high pitched staccato moans as Joey watched me cum in my pants. “Holy FUCK, Coach, you just cummed, didn’t you?” The boy’s face lit up with wide eyed glee. “Daaamn, Coach.” He popped his cockhead from between my lips and laid his spent dick alongside my nose; his wet cockhead came to rest just above my left eye on my forehead. “I guess you really liked that one, didn’t you?” I felt my face flush as I looked down and studied his curly pubic hairs which were a mere inch from my eyes. I felt his left hand on the top of my head and saw his right hand go to the base of his penis. He pushed my head back and tilted it up towards his. “Don’t worry,” he said with a smirk on his handsome face, “there’s plenty more where that came from.” He began to playfully swing his penis side to side, swatting me on the cheek with a wet slap each time. I obediently remained on my knees as the boy humored himself. When he was through he rested his dickhead on my upper lip directly under my nose and looked down at me. “One more time and then we’re going phone shopping.” The end. I hope you enjoyed chapter 2. No promises this time of a next chapter; I may move away from multi-chapter stories on the advise of an excellent and supportive author. Either way, the character of ‘Joey’ will surely be back because I love him. I’d love to hear from you ail with any comments, support, or constructive criticism. Thank you for your time, I appreciate it.

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