My Little Loup Garou

But in my very limited experience, I had developed a definite preference for the variety of uncircumcised dicks with a little less foreskin, preferably just enough to partially cover the head when fully erect. But I didn’t let my initial prejudice dampen my enthusiasm for the task ahead of me and I opened wide and swallowed the head of Lan’s pecker along with the first couple inches of his shaft, learning quickly that making my way further down that pecker that grew fatter with every extra millimeter I attempted to gobble up was going to be quite the challenge.

At first, I just knelt there on the porch with my hands holding the back of Lan’s legs just above the knees and slid up and down on the upper portion of that pecker. Lan was making all sorts of noises. I can’t tell you exactly what those noises sound like because he’d quickly grabbed my head when I’d attempted to swallow his pecker and they were partly blocking my ears as he tried feeding me more and more of his Cajun cock.

Naturally, there was some movement as I could feel the foreskin trying to slide back and forth a little as I sucked that boy’s juicy dick but as much as I could tell, the pecker head still hadn’t been exposed. I managed to pry Lan’s hands off my ears and came up for air. I almost laughed when I saw the look of disappointment on his face. He obviously thought that I was giving up already.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I’m just getting started on this big pecker”, I assured him. "I just want to get at it a little better".

I gripped Lan’s pecker up near the very tip with my first two fingers on top and my thumb on the opposite side and slowly started to slide his foreskin back, exposing his cock head and getting my first view of it. It was a good sized glans but it just couldn’t help but look relatively thin and a little pointy almost in stark comparison to that thick root I could see in the background as I stared right down the length of his shaft. As I stole my first good look at Lan’s pecker head, up close and personal, I watched a drop of clear precum ooze out of the puckered slit and slide down onto the edge of his foreskin.

I darted my tongue out to lick up that drop of sweetness and in the process my tongue brushed the underside of the very tip of Lan’s pecker. He made a sound that was half way between a whistle and a hiss as he suddenly sucked in a mouth full of air between clenched teeth (making me remember about those damn snakes all around us in that bayou for just a second) and he involuntarily rocked back so quickly that I feared he was going to topple over backward and fall right smack on that sexy ass. I reached for him and grabbed bubble butt cheeks in both hands to help steady him, momentarily losing my prize in the process.

As soon as I was sure Lan was once again stable on his feet, I recaptured that pecker and gently coaxed the foreskin back a little further from the head this time, quickly making a mental note about how very sensitive that one spot just under the very tip of Lanny’s exposed pecker head was. The purpose of that was twofold: I wanted to carefully avoid over stimulating him there to avoid any premature accident and I wanted to bear it in mind for when the time finally came when I felt we were both ready for some good ol’ Fourth of July fireworks.

I placed my lips back over the exposed tip of Lan’s salty, sweat drenched pecker and as I slid his foreskin back farther with my fingers and my thumb my lips followed and invaded that part of his cock from which the foreskin was being forced to retreat. I did this until I had managed to take as much of Lan’s big dick into my mouth as I could and when his ever increasing girth made it difficult to advance much farther I flattened my tongue firmly against the underside of that pecker shaft, making sure that I was safely well past that danger spot I’d just discovered under the tip of the pecker’s head.

I’d left just enough room in my well stuffed mouth to be able to first move my tongue laterally from one side to the other, tickling both sides of the shaft with the edges of my tongue while really giving that big fleshy tube running the length of the underside of Lan’s penis a serious workout. I could sense that Lan was mustering every ounce of self control he could to keep from grabbing my head again and forcing my face even farther down his fat prick which told me he was obviously content enough with what I was doing to him to temporarily allow me to control our little sexual tango.

I don’t know how talented his twelve year old friend (Beau) had been but I imagined that we were breaking new ground and would continue to do so as I introduced Lan’s cock to every trick I had ever practiced and anything new I could improvise on the spur of the moment. When I began to slowly withdraw his pecker from my mouth, I realized that Lan’s foreskin was not following my retreat. Apparently if you retracted it far enough down that thick trunk of his shaft it grew tight enough to cling to that fat pecker and remain in place. Good to know.

Just for kicks (hopeful his more than mine) and to keep him from feeling too disappointed in that brief moment when I withdrew my mouth from his cock before ramming it back down his rod I gave that sensitive area under the head the quickest little flick of the tongue on my way off his pecker. I got pretty much the same reaction as earlier except this time Lan was leaning toward me more and managed to keep his balance. I only relinquished contact with Lan’s pecker long enough to moisten my lips with my tongue before darting right back down on him.

This time I slowly slid my mouth up and down that thick shaft for a couple minutes; sliding as much of his cock into my mouth as I could and then slowly retreating until I held just a little more than the head between my lips. A couple times I retreated a little further and almost released my hold on Lanny’s pecker to make him think that I was withdrawing again but I would plunge back down slowly before letting him escape completely.

When it was time to withdraw again and try something new, I gave Lan’s foreskin a gentle tug forward until it reached the thinner portion of his pecker and began to follow my lips retreat without my assistance. When I’d finally withdrawn completely, having carefully avoided that sensitive spot on that retreat just because I thought he might have been expecting it again and part of the game was to keep him guessing, I paused just long enough to gulp down a big lung full of air before commencing my plan of attack.

I once again backed Lan’s foreskin away from his pecker head enough to flatten my tongue against the underside of his cock head, taking care to not stimulate that spot any more than necessary and then a used my fingers and thumb again, this time to roll Lan’s foreskin back down over his head and the tip of my tongue. That felt pretty snug but there was room enough for both of us. So with both his pecker head and my tongue captured inside those loose folds of skin, I started a slow circling motion of Lan’s cock head which stimulated the nerve endings near the edges of his foreskin as well as the sensitive cock head area itself.

When I started doing that Lan lunged forward a little pick pretty quickly and this time he almost toppled over forward, taking me with him but together we both managed to stay on our feet; him standing and me crouching before him. I continued that until I was afraid that poor Lan couldn’t take it much longer without busting a nut. It wasn’t my intention, at least consciously to “edge” him but in retrospect I suppose that is exactly what I was doing.

When I felt he’d had enough of that game for the time being, I nudged his foreskin back down to the thicker portion of Lan’s pecker, closer to the base as I slid off the other end of that now more copiously dripping cock. I wasn’t expecting it but I immediately received visual confirmation that I had probably driven Lan close to the brink, as if his verbal communications; mostly moans, groans and gurgling sounds, hadn’t been enough. The tip of Lan’s cock, actually the whole blooming head of his pecker, which had before been the same pretty shade of pink as the rest of his cock was now a bright, almost angry red.

Lan was more than ready to cum and that’s probably what he wanted at that moment more than anything, or at least that probably what he wanted more than anything. I will admit that my reluctance to let him cum at that time was almost certainly more selfishness on my part than it was concern about what would be best for Lan. I’d also have been willing to bet a dollar to a donut that this kid had never been driven to the edge of insanity before achieving a mind blowing orgasm before.

I thought I had a pretty good idea of what it must have been like for two twelve year old kids experimenting when Lan prematurely blew his load in Beau’s mouth, and I suspected that the few country girls he’d managed to find who would not only fuck him but also let him put his filthy cock in their mouth probably didn’t give him anything more than one of those “obligatory” quickie blowjobs and they were probably only the prelude to getting fucked by his big cock so other than Beau ten years earlier I was guessing that Lan had never achieved an orgasm through getting his pecker sucked at all.

This was just too much of a really good thing and I was nowhere near ready for it to end yet, and it wasn’t hard to convince myself that it would ultimately be better for Lan also if I extended our oral sex session and delayed his climax just a bit longer. So, with that in mind, I decided it was time to let the urgent need of that angry red pecker to subside a little bit before we continued. I figured that a little ball play would be just what the doctor ordered to let things die down from nearly boiling over and reduce it to a slow slimmer. I could see significant changes in the condition of Lan’s nut sack since my preliminary exploration and I was anxious to get at them again anyway.

His balls were not low hanging at all by that point. They were still descended but they’d drawn up quite a bit since I’d last checked on them. They still maintained their individuality; clearly separated and easily identifiable as a well defined left nut and right nut rather than just a round sack that you knew had two balls in there somewhere but you couldn’t actually make out their shape. I gave Lan’s heavy sack a quick but thorough licking all over before capturing one of his boys (the left nut) in my mouth. It was a nearly perfect oval; a nice elongated oval.

That baby was a bit too large for me to easily roll it around inside my mouth but I gently did the best I could and sucked it for a good while. There was just no way in hell I was going to get both of those bad boys in my mouth at the same time as I like to do with a lot of guys for a brief interlude while sucking their cock but I can’t say I was too disappointed by that. I think the only way I might ever say that someone’s nuts were too big is if I actually could not physical get one of them into my mouth. Lanny’s balls were a dream come true! Not wanting to appear partial, I took the time to give that nut’s not exactly identical twin the same treatment its brother had just enjoyed.

When I thought we’d both enjoyed enough of that I made another examination of the condition of Lan’s pecker. Not surprisingly, it hadn’t returned to its original pink hue but that wasn’t what we wanted or expected anyway. Raising the hood (foreskin) to check the head revealed that my boy’s pecker head and about the first inch of his cock behind it were still a pretty bright red color but not nearly so angry looking as before, so I deemed it safe to slowly continue and enjoy blowing that delicious cock some more.

“Hey Lan . . . could I get you to do me a big favor?” I asked.

“Sure . . . anything”, he agreed.

Lan may have agreed. At least he said the right words. I noticed a slight hesitation in his voice though and maybe even more important was the look I saw on his face as if he were thinking, “What an odd (and/or inconvenient) time to be asking for a favor” or something similar to that. I also couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Lan was being a bit too innocent agreeing to some unknown favor when a guy he’s just met had him in a fairly vulnerable position. I don’t think I’d have ever taken undue advantage of that little stud just because I had him worked up and needing relief but I couldn’t help wondering just how serious he might have been when he answered, “anything”.

“I may need a little help from you this time”, I began. “You see . . . I want your incredible pecker so bad. I want all of it . . . really bad, but I think you probably realize as well as I do by now that that is just NOT going to happen, unfortunately. Maybe if I were one of your snakes out there . . . one of those I have read about with the ability to unhinge their jaw so they can swallow large objects, but that’s one of those convenient deformities I don’t happen to be blessed with at this moment. Realistically, I understand that my dream of awallowing your pecker right down to your balls until my nose is happily buried in your pubes isn’t going to happen but I’d love to be able to swallow as much of your gorgeous pecker as possible and I’ll need a little help . . . OK?”

“You bet!” he beamed. “What can I do?”

“Well, let’s not either of us get too crazy or anything”, I cautioned, “but I’d let for you to help gently force me further down on your pecker, and I use that word force guardedly”, I winked. “I think we can do this without either of us getting hurt if we don’t get carried away. We don’t want to become the subject of any bizarre headlines in the tabloids like, ‘MAN FOUND CHOKED TO DEATH: Autopsy Reveals Penis Found Stuck In Throat’, now do we?”

After I said that I was relieved when Lan laughed at my attempted levity. As soon as I’d heard those words come out of my mouth even jokingly suggesting that I could maybe accidently bite his pecker clean off I was afraid that at the very least it would make him lose his glorious erection or maybe run away screaming into the night. Some things you just shouldn’t say under any circumstances when you are about to take a man’s pride and joy into your mouth. And by the way, as far as him losing his erection; that hadn’t happened. From the moment I had stopped orally worshipping Lan’s big nuts and checked the condition of his rampant pecker, I’d been slowly and methodically massaging that pecker in my right hand.

“Just give me time to get back to where I was earlier”, I continued. “I’d like a chance to see if I can’t get my jaw loosened up and make a little more progress on my own first, but if . . . no, make that WHEN it’s obvious that I just can’t go any deeper I’d like you to use your hands and very gently try and help coax me down further on that fat rod of yours. I’ll tell you what”, I revealed an idea that had just popped into my head as I was talking, “I’ll let you know when I can’t take any more of your big pecker on my own and I’ll signal you to help by patting your right butt cheek 3 times. OK?”

Just for the fun of it, and also hoping that it might help loosen me up a little, I paused in the area around my favorite pecker head to let my lips and tongue perform any nasty little tricks I could think of to give Lan a bit of a kick start just in case our little break from the action had caused him to cool down a little too much, even though that didn’t seem likely. Reluctantly, before we entered that danger zone again, I slowly and very deliberately made my way southward. I thought if I advanced slowly enough in the direction of that magnificently thick cock root that I might not notice how much fatter and harder to swallow Lan’s pecker was getting as much as if I tried to swallow him much quicker and made that transition seem even more drastic.

Sadly, that strategy did not seem to work. As near as I could tell, my efforts stalled at the same maximum line of advancement as I’d achieved earlier. I didn’t want to throw in the towel too early, so I paused my advance and tried swallowing hard and doing anything else I could think of that might help me loosen up a bit more. I twisted my mouth around at least ninety degrees on that big ol’pecker hoping that maybe a change in positioning would someone help me descend a little farther in my expedition. No joy! I inhaled deeply, sucking in as much air as I could through my nose before trying to force my way further down that pecker but I didn’t even budge.

In retrospect, I don’t know what in the hell I was thinking. Some of those tactics might have paid off if the obstacle would have been the great length of a penis or some sort of problem with my gag reflex, but the obstacle here was that great girth. Think of it as one of those tools that measures ring size. The jeweler places the ring on that metal rod that gets progressively bigger around as the ring slides further down. When the ring reaches the level where the diameter of the ring is the same as the thickness of the rod there is no way the ring will descend any further on that rod and the jeweler reads off the measurement to find the size of that ring. That was essentially what we were dealing with.

My mouth was the ring and the maximum diameter of my mouth wasn’t going to change much when I opened it as far as I could and neither was the thickness of Lan’s cock going to diminish unless he lost that beautiful erection. Actually, all of my best efforts to swallow him whole were only likely to make his pecker swell even more, not less.

Realizing that my own best efforts had once again failed, I reached around with my left hand and gave Lanny’s bubble butt three loving pats on his right cheek. He was very cautious but I sensed that he wanted to make a little progress almost as much as I did and he was gently persistent as well. Just as I was about to tap out Lan started to wiggle around and he twisted one way and then the other. He wiggled a little more and he changed the position of his body which probably changed the angle at which his pecker was invading my mouth and maybe that’s what did it. I wasn’t even sure that anything had really happened until a few moments later when we were able to compare notes.

I thought I felt a little slip about the time I felt something else in my jaw, but I was afraid it was only my imagination aided by a little wishful thinking. Lan and I worked together for a while, but it seemed we had gone as far as this effort was going to go without one or both of us sustaining some sort of physical injury, so I finally tapped out. Lan only paused for a couple second before he dropped his hands from my head to allow me to begin yet another withdrawal.

When the head of Lan’s cock popped out of my mouth we must have been a study in contrasts. I know I didn’t feel completely happy with that last effort, knowing there was nothing else I could try, but when I looked up into Lan’s face he had one of those big grins and his eyes were wide with what appeared to be excitement.

“That was great!” he said happily.

“You mean . . .?”

“Yeah!” he interrupted. “Couldn’t ya tell?”

“Well, actually I did think I felt a little slip and maybe something in my jaw popped a little bit (I’m not totally convinced with my description of my jaw popping but that’s as close as I can come to explaining what it felt like so it will have to do) but I was afraid I’d only imagined it”, I explained, speaking much too quickly in my growing excitement.

“No”, Lan reported proudly, “Ya sure 'nough swallowed more than ya did before. I guess ya ate 'bout another half inch a my pecker that time than ya did before”.

By my estimation that still would have left about an inch and a half of cock not swallowed. That means I had only managed to take about six and a half inches of Lan's meaty pecker which sounds pretty pathetic but if that boy's tool hadn’t been so damned thick near the base I’d have taken all he had to offer (eight inches) and come up picking his pubic hairs out of my teeth.

Not wanting to waste any more time, and allow Lan to lose ground I quickly went back on the attack without any further discussion. I wrapped by fist around the base of his pecker (actually I couldn’t even wrap my hand all the way around it and close up my fingers but I took a firm grip on it anyway). I teased that most sensitive area just under the tip of his cock head more than I had done up to that point. I let him get as close as he had cum to climax but before my tongue lashing could take him over the top I plunged my face back do down the length of his meaty shaft until I was stopped abruptly at the top of my fist. I slid up and down that measured length of his pecker in rapid time, giving the head a tease at the top of each cycle.

After a couple minutes, I introduced a little twisting motion of my lips around the cock shaft to introduce a new wrinkle. At that same time I started fondling his balls with my free hand, and I noticed that they were drawing up more than they had before.I slowed by ascent and descent along his throbbing pole and spent a little more time at the top to pleasure that pecker head. Then I returned to sliding up and down his pecker about as fast as I safely could.

When I sensed that Lan was getting very close to blowing his load, I withdrew quickly with my lips wrapped as tightly around his stick as I could and it produced a popping noise. I checked the condition of Lanny’s cock again as quickly as I could and saw that his cock was that same angry shade of red I had observed earlier except this time the redness extended about an inch further down the length of his shaft. It also appeared that. An even more telling sign was that the fleshy opening around his cum slit appeared to be swollen and more tightly puckered than I’d noticed before and it also seemed to be a darker, almost purplish shade in that small spot than the rest of the pecker head. I wasn’t sure how much more time we had but I knew Lanny had to be close to popping any minute.

I pushed his foreskin back just beyond the back side of his pecker head and I pushed my tongue into his swollen cum slit as much as I could manage. Lan was one of the more verbal lovers I’ve ever had. He was also quite unique in this aspect. He liked to talk dirty, kind of sort of, during sex, except nothing he said was really very dirty at all. He never dropped a single “F Bomb”; he never called me any nasty names; and even his constant use of the word “pecker” when referring to his manhood was more cute than it was dirty. Still, dirty or not, I found it sexier than hell listening to him. The guttural sounds; the moans and groans; also had a unique quality unlike anything I had ever heard before or since. Lan seemed to have certain sounds for each level of excitement he was feeling as I sucked and teased his pecker.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm”. That was the first sound of pleasure that I remember hearing him make when I first started sucking his dick.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”. I’m not 100% sure of the exact order of the various pleasure sounds that came out of the boy’s mouth during our sex play, but I think this was the next sound he started making. He had a slightly different variation of this one too but it started to be heard a little later when he was a little more excited. Those variables were something on the order of, “Ahhhhhaaahhhhaaahhhhaaa”, and “Ahhhhh . . Ahhhhh . . Ahhhhh . . Ahhhhh . . Haaaaaaaaaaaaa”.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” came next (I think) and it also had an occasional variation to “UhHuh . . UhHuh . . UhHuh”.

The next step was definitely “Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”, then came “Ohhhh . . . Ohhhh . . . Ohhhh”.

What was even more interesting than the different sounds that appeared to define the level of how good and excited he was feeling with what I was doing to his pecker was that every time he seemed to move to a higher level which was accompanied by another sound, those sounds would become more frequent and at times almost constant. They would also be uttered at greater volume and at a steadily higher pitch.

Lan also talked quite a bit during sex. Unlike some of my partners his talking never really seemed like he was trying to give directions so much as he was just encouraging me to let me know how much he was pleased with the effort and how good it was making him feel. He muttered a lot of “Suck that pecker”, “Oh yeah . . . that feels good”, and “Yeah, eat that pecker” kind of comments.

My tongue invading his cum hole drew a high pitched “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” with a quick “WOW” thrown in for good measure. At that same time his whole body twitched a little and I thought that was the warning that his cum should be flying out of his pecker in a split second. So, I anxiously swallowed up his cock again and started riding it up and down with my sucking lips. Surprisingly, Lan stayed at that same fever pitch but still didn’t go over the top as I thought he was going to, so after riding his cock hard for about 30 seconds, I withdrew again, pulling his foreskin back up toward the tip of his pecker as I went. When his head was completely covered, I squeezed the excess skin between my lips as securely as I could and I stretched it outward from the tip of his pecker.

“Owwwww!” Lan cried, as I started to lightly nibble and chew on his foreskin. “Oh man, that’s pretty wild. It hurts but ya know what? I think I kinda like it”, he sounded surprised at his own revelation.

I started to chew just a little harder, carefully gauging Lan’s reaction.

“Owwwwwweeeee . . . dang that smarts . . . UNGHHHH . . . Wow! Chomp on that skin. Wow! That’s amazing! Yeah man, eat that pecker . . . Oooooooo . . . Owwwwww”.

But when I stopped chewing on him for a second, he changed his tune in a heart beat.

“Ohhh . . . DON’T STOP MAN . . . I’m almost there”, he protested.

“Don’t worry . . . I had no intention of stopping”, I laughed, answering his concerns during those few short seconds when my mouth was not occupied doing more important things.

As quickly as I could, I hooked a finger inside that hood of foreskin enough to roll it back a bit, turning the edges of it inside out. I’d suspected from my earlier explorations that there were some more sensitive nerve endings or something located there.

“Ho . . . AYEEEEEEEE . . . HOL . . . AYEEEEEEEEE . . . HOLY . . . AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Lan jerked his hips in a sudden violent motion. I wasn’t sure exactly where he was going so, out of fear of really hurting him and maybe even doing damage, I quickly released him from the grip of my nibbling teeth. Just as I started to ask him if he was alright, Lan grabbed my head and forced his cock roughly back into my mouth before I could get a word out. He was suddenly fucking my face like a man possessed. He was pile driving me with his hips and at the same time he was pushing/pulling my head back and forth along his pecker.

“UNGH . . . UNGH . . . UNGH . . . UNGH . . . UNGH . . . I’mmmmmmmmmmm . . . UNGH . . . Getttttinggggg . . . UNGH . . . CLOSE . . .”

And suddenly it felt like Lan was trying to push me away.

“UNGH . . . CLOSE . . . UNGH . . . GETTING . . . UNGH . . . CLOSE!”

Then I was sure that he was trying to push me away. He was getting more insistent about it. He wasn’t just trying to push my face away from his crotch now; he was twisting and starting to pull back in retreat. I sensed panic. Before he could pull away from me I grabbed onto both cheeks and tried pulling him back into. Damn that wiry little Cajun was strong but I had a little size advantage and I was determined as hell that he wasn’t getting away from me at that point.

I hoped I was correct in my assumption that he was panicking because of the negative reaction when he had prematurely cum in Beau’s mouth without warning some ten or so years earlier and he didn’t want a repeat of that. Little did he know he’d get a reaction closer to that from me if he robbed me of the prize I was seeking. We were kind of at a stalemate at that point. I didn’t have as much of his pecker in my mouth as I wanted . . . not as much as I’d had a little earlier, but he hadn’t and he wouldn’t get away from me.

“UNGH . . . GUNNA . . . UNGH . . . GUNNA . . . UNGH . . . GUNNA CUM”!

Now all of this was happening a hell of a lot faster than I can type it (reliving it as I type) and I’m guessing that it will probably seem longer than it really was when you read it. So, just to give you a reality check, it only took a few seconds and probably less than 10 thrusts of his pecker into my mouth after I stopped chewing on Lan’s foreskin before this happened:

“AYEEEEEEEWWWW . . . CUMMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGGG”!

Lanny was still fighting me, trying to withdraw his pecker when that first shot rang out. It was hot; it was salty; and it was so damn tasty! The only bad thing about that first volley he fired was that I was so busy hanging onto him for dear life, keeping him from withdrawing and also being careful not to accidently hurt him in our little struggle that a good portion of his first shot managed to escape my mouth and start running down my chin. Fortunately, after firing that first volley of cum Lanny’s struggle to withdraw grew considerably weaker and then quickly stopped completely (I’m guessing he was a little weak in the knees at that point).

He’d actually pushed/leaned back into me and given me more of that throbbing pecker and he was just standing there with his cock planted inside of me about as deep as I could manage to take him. I’m not sure how long that bayou boy took to finish ejaculating nor do I know how many volley’s he shot. I was too busy enjoying it to be bothered with the menial task of counting. As his flow slowed and he seemed almost too weak to stand without my help to support his weight, I withdrew his pecker a little bit, the better to taste his yummy cream. When we were both done and quite exhausted (he a lot more than I) I helped him slowly slump onto the floor of the porch.

“Oh Crap!” he shouted, looking up from the floor at me staring down at him with some of his precious cum still hanging thickly off my chin. “I’m Sorrrryyy I tried to warn ya! I really did! I tried to pull it out. I’m Sorry!” he apologized.

I laughed. “I know. And you put up a hell of a fight too. For a minute there I thought I was going to lose you”.

“Ya . . . ya knew???”

“Uh Huh”, I grinned down at him. “I really didn’t need the warning . . . I probably knew you’d reached that point of no return about the same time you did . . . maybe even a little sooner. But I do appreciate the effort”, I laughed.

“Ya mean ya wanted me to do it . . . to cum in your mouth?’ he asked, sounding almost astonished.

“Oh HELL YEAH!” I assured him. “We both worked hard to achieve that BIG climax and I’d have been upset if you’d denied me that prize”, I said as I took his hand and helped him back to his feet.

“Prize????, he grinned as big as ever.

“You bet!” I said, stealing one of his answers to me from earlier.

“Gosh . . . I shot it all over your chin, didn’t I?” he observed.

“Actually, your aim was excellent”, I congratulated him. “I’m afraid I am guilty of being careless and losing a little bit of that first round you shot and some of it dribbled out onto my chin; but most of it ended up right here where it belongs”, I said, rubbing my tummy.

“Ya swallowed some of it?” he sounded shocked.

“Oh give me a little more credit that that”, I boasted. “I swallowed most of it . . . almost all of it.

“But that looks like an awful lot there on your chin”, he observed.

“Yes, I suppose it is pretty impressive, especially considering how much more of it you can’t see. Aren’t you used to shooting a big load?” I asked.

“Well yeah”, but I think I shot a lot more than normal if ya really swallowed that much of it”.

“Trust me, Lan, I really did and YOU really did. That was very impressive”, I congratulated him again. I would think that you were a bit more stimulated having someone sucking on your pretty pecker more so than you normally are when you just pump it in your fist”.

“Well yeah”, he agreed.

“And I’m going to guess that you don’t normally stop a couple times when you get really close to cumming?”

“No”, he admitted.

“That all probably contributed to you performing so well and rewarding me with such a big load”, I suggested.

“Did . . . Did ya really like it?” he stammered.

“Lanny, I loved it”, and to emphasize that point I squeegeed what was left on my chin onto my fingers and licked them clean.

At that point, one of the most surprising aspects of the evening transpired. I took a seat in the big wicker chair. It was the one that Lan had been sitting in earlier but it was the closest to me at the time and I didn’t think it made any difference. I couldn’t believe it when Lan took a seat in the same chair just seconds after I sat down. He parked his bubble butt right on the edge of the seat and then scooted back, right between my legs. I was still fully clothed but he was naked as the day he was born. There was nothing wrong with that arrangement. I just never expected that kind of response from Lan, not that I was about to complain.

We talked. We just sat there in that big ol’ wicker chair on the front porch with the sounds of insects; hundreds, probably thousands of insects filling the night air of that bayou with their chirping or whatever other kind of sounds insects make. We sat there and we talked.

Naturally, at first we talked about the sex that we had just shared. Physically, Lan seemed to be a bit tired; drained from the sex, or at least from his powerful orgasm, but mentally and emotionally he was pretty dog gone perky; bubbly; still excited about what we’d just done there on his porch.

“I can’t believe ya let me cum in your mouth like that!” Lan said, still a little in shock about that.

“Actually . . . I didn’t LET you cum in my mouth. I prefer to think that I MADE you cum in my mouth”, I corrected him.

“And ya swallowed all of it . . . well almost all of it”, he wondered in amazement.

“Technically, I swallowed all of it”, I corrected again, “I just had to wait for the opportunity to scrape those little escapees off my chin first”, I laughed.

“Yeah . . . ya did, didn’t ya?” Lan grinned real big like he had done so many times that evening. “Ya remember me telling ya about that one time with Beau?” he asked.

“Yeah”.

“He sure didn’t want me to cum in his mouth”, Lan started retelling part of that story and I listened patiently. “And I didn’t cum in his mouth like that on purpose . . . really I didn’t. I don’t know if Beau ever believed that or not, but I just couldn’t help it. And boy was he madder than a wet hen!”

“I know you didn’t do it on purpose, Lan. Things happen like that. It was the first time for both of you and you were both just kids for gosh sakes. If Beau would have been more experienced and knew what he was doing, he’d have had a pretty good idea how close you were getting and he’d have pulled off your pecker before you could paint his tonsils the way you did”, I tried soothing his conscience which seemed to still bother him after all those years.

“Ha Ha”, Lan Laughed. “Paint his tonsils . . . that’s funny”.

“You know, Lan . . . Beau might have just been too young to know what he really wanted back then. You cumming like that when he wasn’t expecting it surprised him and maybe it scared him a little bit. That’s why he over reacted like he did”, I tried to sound like I knew what that kid was thinking back then even though I really couldn’t know where his head was.

“Ya really think so?” he asked, wanting to believe it was true.

“Yeah. If he’d have gone first and you’d have been sucking his pecker, I bet you he’d have done the same thing. He’d have cum in your mouth just like you did his. I’m pretty sure of that”, I kept talking like I knew more than I did on that subject.

“Yeah?”

“Sure!” I assured him. “How do you think you’d have reacted if you’d have been sucking his pecker and he came in your mouth like that”, I asked, genuinely eager to hear Lan’s answer to that.

“Gosh . . . I really don’t know”, he answered honestly. “I guess I might a acted just like he did. Maybe I’d a liked it though”, I could see the wheels turning in his head even though he was sitting with his back to me and I couldn’t see much of his face the way we were positioned. “I mean . . . ya seem to have liked it pretty good”, he reasoned.

“Well, for what it’s worth . . . in my opinion, ol’ Beau didn’t know what was good for him and if he broke up your friendship over that it was HIS loss. I betcha he’s never found a friend who was half as good a friend as you’d have been to him whether there was any sex play involved in that friendship or not”, I stroked Lan’s ego.

“Awwwwwww, that’s mighty nice a ya to say. I like you too”, Lan smiled.

I leaned into him and lapped at the side of his neck.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”, he purred like a kitten.

I nibbled at his neck.

“That tickles”, he squirmed.

“So how about the ladies?’ I asked, going out on a limb. “Did any of them like the taste of your cum any better than Beau did?”

“Uhhhhh . . . I dunno”, he answered.

“You mean they didn’t say?” I interrupted.

“Well, ummmmmm . . . I didn’t cum in none a their mouths” he responded, looking and sounding a little embarrassed. “Some a them . . . the first ones that sucked this ol’ pecker o’ mine . . . well they told me before they let me put it in their mouth that I better not cum in their mouth. And after that, I just guessed and never even tried to cum in their mouth. Besides, I . . . oh never mind”, Lan stopped in mid thought.

“Besides what?” I questioned.

Lan seemed embarrassed and didn’t want to say but I was fairly insistent and assured him that he could tell me anything.

“Well, I never even come close to cumming at all when any a them girls was sucking my pecker”, he blushed. I guess they wasn’t very good at it? Definitely not like you!” he blushed

“Why thank you, sir”, I said in my best, fake southern accent which was pretty awful, and I reached down in front of Lan and groped his softened pecker which started to stir slightly.

“Ya like that ol’ pecker, don’tcha?” Lan grinned.

“If I ever had one I liked better I don’t know when, or where, or who that was”, I promised him.

“Hmmmmmm . . . ya suck a lot of peckers”, he asked.

“Not a lot . . . at least I don’t think it’s a lot”, I answered honestly. “Probably less than ten times and some of those times were with the same guy more than once. About five guys, Lan”.

“Counting me”, he asked.

“No, I wasn’t counting you yet”.

“Why not?” he asked.

I paused to think about that before answering, “I guess I didn’t want to think about you with any of them. Actually, being here with you right now . . . I’d rather not think about any other guys I’ve been with”, I spoke honestly from the heart and I think Lan sensed that. “I can’t imagine anyone being with you, Lan, and thinking about anyone else. That would be . . . well, just dumb!”

I reluctantly released Lan’s pecker which was still slowly filling out again but was not erect. I slowly slid both hands, palms touching his smooth skin, upward. Lan’s abs were hot. He didn’t have washboard abs or anything like that. They weren’t cut or rippled. They weren’t even rock hard. He had that tiny waist and his tummy was flat and hard. Actually, I think firm would be a better description of them than hard. If I hadn’t been so tuned on to that hot little bayou boy I might have made the mistake of thinking his abs were perfectly smooth, but they were not.

Lan’s belly was covered with a very fine layer of peach fuzz that was barely detectable, even if you were paying attention as closely as I was. I continued sliding my hands up that sexy torso. I meant to let my hands move to the outside and slide up the lats on each side but I got a little too close and the back of the nail on my thumb (on my right hand) inadvertently grazed the nipple of his right pec. A shudder went through Lan’s entire body and he moaned softly; a barely audible whisper that I might easily have missed if my ears hadn’t been so close to his face. Thanks to my peripheral vision which has always been pretty good, I didn’t miss the glimpse of Lan’s cock jumping in response to that contact; suddenly close to fully hard once again.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”, I purred directly into Lan’s right ear which brushed against my lips.

I’d been so intent on that beautiful meaty pecker of his that I was lucky enough to be sucking that I’d forgotten about how hard and pointed Lan’s tiny nipples had appeared poking through the white shirt he was wearing when I first saw him back at the restaurant. I was tempted to begin a session of serious nipple play. There are times when sex, believe it or not, should not be the primary objective. At least we shouldn’t come on too strong as if that’s all we’re interested in. Right then and there, what Lan seemed to want, maybe need is a better word, more than anything was a little tenderness and I was totally onboard with that.

So rather than letting the horny bastard in me take over from the sensitive, caring guy I can be at times, I tried to ignore Lan’s strong response to the slightest touch of his nipples and the steadily growing erection in his lap. I let my hands continue to slide even further upward. My forearms crossed during the journey and I ended up reaching around Lan from behind with my right hand resting lightly on the front of his left shoulder and my left on his right. My chest was already pressed firmly against his back and I just dropped my head a little to let it drop to the back of his right shoulder, placing our faces cheek to cheek.

“Can I ask ya somethin' important?” Lan asked seriously.

“Of course you can; anything at all”, I assured him.

“Why did ya call me Lanny earlier?” and he twisted around to face me more directly and looked right into my eyes.

“Did I?” I asked.

“Ya mean ya don’t remember?” he asked, sounding disappointed.

“Not specifically, no”, I answered honestly. Then before he could say anything more I continued, “If you say I called you Lanny, I am sure that I did. I guess the reason I don’t remember it or exactly when I said it out loud is because I have thought of you in terms of ‘Lanny’ more times than I can count this evening. I did not consciously and knowingly call you ‘Lanny’ because you told me your name was Landry and your friends call you Lan and you invited me to call you Lan. I’m sorry if my calling you ‘Lanny’ instead of Lan upset you or something . . . I really am. I really didn’t mean to.

I can’t begin to tell you how many times I censored myself and cut myself short to call you Lan when in my heart I was thinking of you as ‘Lanny’ but quite frankly I am not surprised that I slipped up and called you that. Actually, I’m more surprised that it didn’t happen more than once. But I am sorry if it upset you”, I offered in my most sincere way.

There was that look again. I still didn’t remember calling him Lanny but I definitely remembered that look. I knew that my instincts had been correct when I saw that look the first time because now I could see a trace of the tears that were trying to form in Lan’s eyes.

“Please don’t be sorry”, he sniffed. The only reason I asked ya why you did it was cuz I didn’t remember telling ya 'bout ‘Lanny’ and I couldn’t think a no other way ya could a known. Ya see . . . ‘Lanny’ was what Daddy used to call me, and he was the only one that ever called me that . . . EVER. He mostly called me ‘Lanny’ when I was just a little feller but sometimes when we was doin' something together and feelin' really close or maybe when I did somethin' good and I felt like I made him proud enough to bust his buttons or something he’d still call me ‘Lanny’. It’s been a long time since I heard anyone call me that and it just made me wonder where it came from. Ya sure I didn’t mention nuthin' 'bout that name earlier?” he sniffed again.

“Not that I remember . . . no, I really don’t think so”, I told him. “If I’d known that it was a very personal pet name just between you and your father, I’d have tried even harder to censor myself . . . not that I can swear I wouldn’t have still messed up”, I speculated, “because I really do see you that way . . . I’m sorry but you really FEEL like a ‘Lanny’ to me”.

I noticed his lower lip start to tremble a little as he began to speak again and felt a little like crying myself. “No . . . I’m sure now that I didn’t mention that name to ya or nothin' 'bout it. I believe ya when ya say it came from your heart. That’s what it felt like to me when I heard ya say it, and I was hoping so much that it was something like that. Maybe I shouldn’t make too much out a that but as much as it came from your heart, it really touched my heart”.

I couldn’t believe the power or the eloquence of that last sentence Lanny had shared with me. If the tears hadn’t started flowing down his cheeks as soon as he’d finished that touching sentiment I think I would have beaten him to it. He didn’t get completely out of the chair. He just managed to quickly shift from sitting on his butt at the edge of the seat to resting on one knee at the edge before he sat down right on my lap facing me, once again cheek to cheek.

“Please, Please, Please call me Lanny!” he sniffled. “It makes me so happy!”

So there we sat in a position I am pretty sure I’ve seen illustrated in the Kama Sutra except for the fact that I was still fully clothed. I was hugging him tightly and he was squeezing me even harder. We just sat there like that for I don’t know how long. It was the longest period of silence on that porch all evening. Finally, Lanny broke the long silence.

“I don’t know about you, but this tired ol’ country boy is 'bout ready for bed. I feel drained. Ya don’t mind sleepin' in my bed tonight do ya?” he asked a little sheepishly.

“Ummmmmm . . . unless you have another bedroom or a hidden couch or something that I haven’t seen yet, I don’t guess I have much of a choice”, I giggled.

“Nope . . . just the one bed . . . sorry”, he grinned knowingly.

“OK, sold! But where are YOU going to sleep”, I teased.

Lanny gave me a mock punch under the chin, dropping the restraint he’d tried so hard to hold after my previous jab.

“I guess we oughta get up out a this chair and head to the bedroom then”, he suggested; adding, “Just as soon as I can find the energy to climb down off your lap”.

“Alright!” I blurted out, “Never let it be said that I can’t take a hint!”

It’s a good thing Lanny was still kind of a little feller, as he put it earlier. It’s not easy to get up out of a wicker chair with someone seated in your lap as you try to lift the full weight of them into your arms. I slid my hand under Lanny’s arm pits and started lifting. He made the effort a whole lot easier when he realized with some astonishment that I was actually going to pick him up in my arms and he hastily wrapped his arms around the back of my neck. I struggled to my feet and managed to brace him with my knee under his butt supporting much of his weight long enough for me to sweep an arm behind his knees and carry him like you might carry a small child who has fallen asleep to put them to bed.

When we came to the first door way, leading into the trailer from the porch, I suggested that I give him a piggy back ride the rest of the way so I wouldn’t clumsily bang his knee or his head on the door frame trying to squeeze both of us through together. I half expected him to decline but wasn’t at all disappointed when he climbed down from my arms and hoisted himself up on my back.

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Lanny giggled (appropriately) like an excited school child. “Nobody’s give me a horsie ride since I was (you guessed it) a little feller!”

When I’d finally managed to safely navigate us through the doorways along our path without doing him bodily harm and arrived at his bedside, I hooked Lanny under the arm and flipped him onto the bed with him landing flat on his back, and we shared a hearty laugh together as I started to undress.

“It won’t bother you if I sleep naked tonight will it?” Lanny asked, sounding suddenly serious again. “Ya see . . . I usually pull on my pecker til I cum soon as I go to bed at night. I don’t s’pose I’ll need to be doing that tonight but ya see I’ve kinda got used to sleeping naked, and I was not sure I'd sleep very good if I was ta wear my underwear to bed.

“Now what do you think?” I challenged. “Do I seem like the kind of guy who would mind sleeping next to a naked, gorgeous bayou boy?”

“Well, no . . . but I thought I’d ask just to be polite”.

I laughed out loud, “No, Mr. Manners . . . you’d make me the happiest man on the bayou tonight if you would sleep naked. There’s only one catch”, I added quickly as a last minute thought, “I get to sleep naked too . . . you know, just so I won’t make you feel too uncomfortable being the only naked man in this bed”, I grinned.

“Ya usually sleep naked too?” he asked.

“Once in a while”, I shared honestly, “but not most of the time. I can’t think of a better excuse to strip them off and sleep in the buff tonight though”.

Lanny grabbed his skivvies off the floor where they'd landed. He’d scooped them up out on the porch and had carried them in as he clung to my back on the trip inside. His dirty shirt, pants, and the one sock he didn’t lose on the way in from the porch got tossed into a chair that sat conveniently next to his side of the bed, but he hung his dirty briefs on the bed post.

While I was stripping out of my clothes I happened to rub my nose. I don’t recall if it itched or if it was just a habit. What I smelled on my fingers almost made me weak in the knees. They smelled of Lanny; not just any part of him but that heavenly masculine scent of virile manhood that only comes from a stud’s arm pits. Apparently I got a good dose of his scent on my hands when I reached under his arms to lift him as we were getting out of the chair on the porch. There was nothing sour or stale about his smell; nothing I would describe as BO. It was that highly erotic odor of pure, healthy man musk that always put’s a little extra lead in my pencil and I felt my cock twitch in my pants which I still hadn't removed yet. Man . . . that bayou boy’s pheromones were screaming at me; driving me wild; screaming at the top of their little lungs, “TAKE ME”!