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Dawson

By: NymphWriter



Have you ever found yourself in a situation, you knew many would consider wrong? No, I'm not talking murder wrong, so calm down, dear reader. I guess to tell this story right; I have to begin at the beginning of my story. A while back (no, I'm not telling you when, as for all I know, the wrong person or people are reading this) I was helping a friend move into her new place. Now, I know, helping a friend move isn't a bad thing, but it was what happened after that was, well, so to speak. My friend had a nice neighbor, a widowed father with three boys: Bobby -- 20, Dawson -- 18, and Elliot -- 12. Now, Bobby was okay, Elliot was cute, but it was Dawson who for whatever reason caught my eye. Now, I know, you're thinking the author of this is a woman in her twenties or thirties at best. Well, my dear reader, you'd be partly mistaken. The author of this tale will admit to being over 35, but under 45. Yes, I know, a ten-year range is extreme, but I have my identity to protect. I will admit that I am female, short, 5'3", with long curly blond hair, blue eyes, and a very curvy figure, and I'm talking 40D bra size, full hips, and curvy. Some would say I'm a bit of an hourglass shape, but my sand filter could be a bit thinner.

Dawson was handsome. Any teenage girl would have been attracted to him, and rightly so. He was 5'7", slender but muscular, short brown hair and green eyes. When I first met him, we hardly talked. I'll admit, I thought he was cute, bordering on handsome, but he was a kid. However, as time progressed, and we helped my friend get settled in, we would find ourselves talking more and more, and often, he and I would be alone talking. We were helping my friend fold her clothes, so she could take care of some other things in the house, when Dawson picked up one of her bras. Now, my friend is a wonderful woman, but when the good Lord was handing out breasts, she got passed over a lot. As a full figured woman (I'm serious about my bra size being a 40D), I'm not used to padded bras. Any lady with large breasts reading this knows that we don't need to add, just support what we already have. Now, Dawson had no idea how to fold a woman's bra (his mom had passed away about five years earlier and she always folded her own clothes.) Dawson handed me this heavily padded bra and asked me to fold it. I looked at it, smiled, and said, "Now, I'm all for a good over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder."

That comment alone caused Dawson to burst out laughing so I waited for him to compose himself before I continued. "But with all this padding, it's more like an over-the-shoulder-pebble-holder."

Poor Dawson literally fell on the floor laughing hysterically. I did my best folding her bra (with mine, I just match the cups, pushing one into the other, and stuff the straps inside the cups), but the padding did make it a challenge. Dawson composed himself and had me fold my friend's undergarments. I did notice that he would seem linger on the undergarments, maybe wondering what they would look like on a woman. Once the clothes were folded and put away, we resumed other tasks in helping my friend to get settled in. At lunch, his arm brushed my right breast. I'll never know for sure it if was pure accident or an "accidentally on purpose" as I never asked. Hell, I was flattered to get the attention, accident or not.

About a month after my friend settled in, I came over to visit, have dinner, and catch up on old times. My friend became friends with her neighbor, who shared with us the loss of his wife, and how he was working to raise their sons the best he could. Dawson and Elliot were there, but Bobby was now attending college and wouldn't be home for a few more weeks. Dawson and I joked around a lot through the evening, and at some point, he touched my ass. Now, it's not like I'm a cougar or a damn predator, but I gotta tell you, it was pretty nice to have someone, hell anyone, pay any attention to me. I mean, this kid was giving me more physical action than I had seen in close to a year. His contact with me was gentle and subtle, something many men had forgotten how to do. After a wonderful dinner, and a few silly movies, I left for the evening. Dawson insisted in escorting me to my car, even though it wasn't a far walk, nor was I parked in an overly dark area. I thanked my young escort with a soft kiss on his cheek, and I swear there was heat between us.

A few days later, my friend called me in a panic. Her parents were in a car accident, and the nice widower neighbor was going to drive her the five hours to the hospital, but they needed someone to stay home with the boys. I knew Dawson was a responsible boy, but Dad just felt better if a responsible adult was there with the boys, just in case. Now, I'll admit, I thought this was a bit odd, a father wanting a woman he hardly knew babysitting his sons, but I quickly agreed. I arrived to find my friend nearly hysterical and the neighbor trying in vain to calm her down. She was really close to her parents and the fact that they were hurt, and she now lived so far away, was more than she could handle. I had brought an overnight bag assuming I'd be sleeping in one of their respective apartments and shooed them off assuring them everything would be fine.

The kids and I decided on having pizza for dinner, it was easier than trying to figure out what a teenage, and a near teenage boy would want to eat. After dinner (two large pizzas later... damn could those boys eat), we watched some movies until it was time for the younger one to go to bed. Of course he protested and insisted his dad let him stay up later than he really did, but this argument ended when I called his dad and confirmed the truth. I'll give the kid this; he held his ground until he realized I really did call his bluff. I was told the older one could stay up until midnight as neither had school, but the younger one had just gotten a bad grade on a test and lost the privilege of the later bedtime for this weekend, but it would be revisited depending on my report upon his return. Once Elliot was settled and asleep, (he lasted all of ten minutes), I watched a movie with Dawson. However, neither of us found any interest in the film, so I handed Dawson the remote and let him pick a film. After some channel surfing, he found a movie he liked. It didn't take me long to see why.

Now, again, I'm not a predator or a cougar, but this kid found a film with lots of sex, bordering on soft-core porn. I figured if it bothered me too much, that I'd just go to bed early. That's when Dawson asked, "Have you done that before?"

"What, sex?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, I mean, no," he started to blush. It was so cute. "I mean, what she's doing, or pretending to be doing."

On the screen, a woman was performing oral sex on a man, or at least, that's what we were led to believe. I'm never sure with some wannabe pornos how much they actually do versus how much they fake. "Oh, yeah. I've done that."

He gasped and asked, "Did you, ugh, I mean, that is, ugh, did he-"

I had to stop him before he died of embarrassment. "If you're asking if I swallowed his seed then the answer would be yes."

Dawson's face went white. Perhaps I had been to blunt with him, and suddenly I was afraid I had guessed wrong when he asked, "Does it taste gross?"

I had to keep from laughing. That had to be the most honest question I'd ever been asked about that. So I smiled and said, "Truthfully, it depends on the man. Some have a more pleasant taste than others do. I've been told it's the same with women."

Dawson's face went from white to red. Okay, I knew I crossed a line, and tomorrow, when his dad came home, I was going to be banned for life for talking to his son like this. I was about to go to bed and end my night when he asked, "Hold old were you when you did it the first time?"

"Sixteen," I said. Not something I was proud of, but why lie?

His hand was now on my leg, and he said, "Please don't go to bed just yet, I have more questions but I want, well, I want a woman's opinion."

I smiled. Suddenly I knew anything we talked about would never get back to his dad. "Okay, ask away."

I turned so I was facing him instead of the television, folding my left leg under me, and turning my entire upper body toward him. He smiled nervously and asked, "Have you been with a lot of men?"

Ouch! Not a question I liked answering even when I'm in a committed relationship. I mean, I'm not a whore, but I've had my share of one night-stands and short-lived sexual relationships. "Well, that's kind of a personal question. But I will tell you that I've been with enough men to know what I like."

"I didn't mean to upset you," he said.

"Oh, you didn't," I said. "But, you have to be careful when you talk to a woman about her sexual past."

"Okay," he said. "Is there anything you don't like?"

Now this was an honest question that a boy curious about sex should ask. "Well, for me personally, I'm not into physical violence. Some women are, and trust me when I say; they'll tell you if they are."

"Have you ever been tied up?"

Whoa! Where did that come from? Then I looked at the television and saw it, the woman was bound spread eagle on the bed and the man was having sex with her. "Ah, yes. It's not something I do the first time as that is something that takes a lot of trust." 

His hand slipped up my thigh a bit like this was information he really wanted to know. Then he asked, "What was the biggest you've seen?"

This question made me laugh. Why were men so insecure about their size? This I never understood, but then again, I'm not a man. "I'll tell you honestly, in the realm of real men, some are longer, some are thicker, but the real trick isn't the wand they carry, it's the magic they make with it."

Dawson looked at me like I had just spoken French, so I continued, "Sex is more than just physical intercourse. It's the touching and kissing. If you're in a hurry, your partner will know it. But, if you take your time, you can make your partner feel like a goddess, or a god depending on your preference."

"Goddess," he quickly said. "I don't do boys."

I smiled and said, "That's fine. I personally don't care what people do as long as it doesn't bother me."

"What do you mean?" he asked, his hand now on my hand that was resting on my thigh.

"I mean, gay, straight, or bi is not my business. If a man loves a man, and they are happy, then who am I to say anything. Same with women."

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

Shit. I know this is a lot of guys' fantasy, but really, why do they always ask? "Yes."

"How was it?" Another honest question, but I was beginning to wonder what was up with this kid's questions.

"Different," I said. "And before you ask, the answer is 5. Each one different, and no I won't tell you anything about any of them. Oh and if you mention this to anyone ever, I will deny it."

None of them were my friend, in fact I don't think she knew as it wasn't something I bragged about with. Dawson quickly said, "Oh god no. I'd never tell. I just didn't think you had. I mean, most women haven't."

Great, now he thinks I'm a freak, or maybe not, as his hand was now slowly going up my arm. "Most of us call it 'bi-curious' and that's all it was, exploring the other side. Overall, I like men."

He smiled for the first time that I could ever remember that evening. His had was now on my shoulder, and sliding back down my arm, but now his fingers were brushing against my breast as it went down. "I'm glad to hear that."

I glanced at the movie and there was a guy performing oral sex on a woman. She was moaning loudly and I won't lie, between the stupid movie and this kid's touch, I was getting aroused. I smiled and said, "What else do you want to know?"

I guess he decided the time for talk was over as he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I could tell he was nervous, as he didn't even try to put his tongue into my mouth. "That."

I smiled and kissed him again, forcing my tongue into his willing mouth. I felt his breathing increase and his heart race, or maybe it was mine. This kid was holding out on me as he could kiss. He wrapped his arms around me and it was then I could feel his erection. I had no intention in doing anything on the couch, and even though he didn't share a room with his brother, I wasn't sure if that was a good idea, so I stood up, took his hands, and asked, "Which room?"

He bit his lip nervously and said, "Mine?"

"Do you have, um, protection?" Again, I'm not a whore, but how do I know if this kid is a virgin?

"Yeah," he said. "My dad told me to have some on hand at all times, you know, just in case."

I was starting to feel a bit set up. I mean, older woman, younger man. 'And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you will know. Wo, wo, wo.' "Does your dad know about—"

"No!" he snapped. "I mean, you're a beautiful woman and all but, no, my dad has no idea."

"Have you ever done this before?"

"Yeah," he said smiling. "I'm not a virgin."

Thank God! I mean, I'm not against deflowering a virgin, but it just makes my job so much harder and I will get so little out of it. "Lead the way."

Turns out his room isn't next to his brother's, but next to the bathroom. It seems the architect who designed this unit was thinking. The bathroom was a buffer between the two rooms. Dawson's room was what I expected from a teenage boy. Lots of posters of beautiful women in tiny bikinis on cars, or on the beach, with a few movie posters I recognized. He had a full size bed that wasn't made, but other than that, his room wasn't a complete mess. He had the overhead light on, but then he flipped on the lamp on his bedside table, turned on the radio, and turned off the overhead light. This gave the room a softer, somewhat more intimate feel. I'm not sure which one of us was more nervous. I mean, it's been years since I was with a younger man, and he was by far the youngest in terms of age gap I'd ever been with. He walked over slowly to me as a slow song played. He took my hand and surprised me by asking, "May I have this dance?"

Okay, I won't lie, I was totally flattered. This kid was trying to seduce me. I nodded and we put our arms around each other and slowly moved to the music. I put my head on his shoulder and we danced to the music. I could still feel his growing arousal pressing into my stomach, and my own sex becoming moist. I felt his head move and when I looked up; he leaned down and kissed me, this time with much more force than before. Our tongues danced in their erotic coupling, and I knew this kid was no virgin. He danced and kissed me to his bed, then pushed me down. I won't lie; it made me giggle like a silly schoolgirl. I scooted back onto his bed as he slipped my shoes off my feet. Then he crawled next to me, and kissed me again. He looked deep into my eyes and whispered, "I've only been with one other girl. She knew how to kiss, but she never let me do much else. Will you teach me how to, ugh, go down on a woman?"

I had to take a step back and wrap my head around what he just said. So, intercourse wise, he wasn't a virgin, but in the other areas, he was. "Are you willing to listen and do exactly what I tell you?"

"Yes," he said, reminding me of an eager puppy who wanted me to throw a ball for him.

"Good," I said. "Have you ever had a woman go down on you?"

Okay, I was pretty sure I knew what his answer was going to be, but I wanted to know what I was getting myself into. He blushed and said, "No. I've wanted to, but most girls say it's too gross."

I giggled, then said, "It is something that takes courage to try, and practice to master. Let me show you."

With that, I pushed him onto his back, and while I kissed him, I began to unfasten his pants. I could feel his nervousness growing, but he made no effort to stop me. I reached in and touched him through is boxers, then looked into his eyes and said, "If you don't like something, or want me to stop, I will. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do, or don't want me to do."

He looked at me like I just sprouted three heads, but then he realized what I was trying to do. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have kissed you in the living room."

"Just as long as you know you have the power to stop this."

"Yeah, like I'd exercise that," he said sarcastically.

Well, you can't say I didn't try to warn the kid or give him an out. Maybe it was wrong to tell him this while my hand was on his member, but hell, I was aroused and I wanted to teach this young buck a thing or two. I kissed him then moved down, kissing him through his clothes, to the still covered member in his boxers. I kissed his penis through his boxers and heard him gasp. I smiled, as I knew, he was mine. I grabbed the top of his boxers with my teeth, and slowly pulled them down, letting my nose brush his firm erection. I swear he nearly lost it there. I grabbed his pants and boxers and pulled them down in one smooth move. I must admit, I even impressed myself with that move. I kissed up his legs, switching from one side to the other until I was back to his hips. "You may hold my head if you wish, but don't force me down as it may cause me to gag and you don't want me to vomit on you. I guarantee you, that's a mood killer like nothing else."

This is where having a sensitive gag reflex sucks. Most men think every woman is Linda Lovelace and have trouble understand why some of us can't fully take their entire cock into our mouth. As for me and my abilities, if I can control the show, I never leave a man displeased. I'd tell you to ask them, but then, I'd have to tell you who they are and I'm so not doing that, so you'll just have to take my word for it. I started by kissing the tip, licking the sweet, sticky substance that was there. Dawson gasped. I wrapped my lips over the tip, and slid my mouth down about half way down. I looked up and saw his eyes roll back into his head as he moaned. That's when it hit me. I slid up and asked, "Will we wake your brother?"

He looked at me and realized the logic of my question. "No, he sleeps like the dead. Dad's run the vacuum by his bed lots of times and he never wakes up."

"Good," I said. "Because if you're going to climax in my mouth, I want some warning so you'd better tell me so I can prepare."

His mouth fell open, and all I could hear was a squeak. I smiled wickedly and resumed what I had started. I slipped his firm cock back into my mouth and began to slide my head up and down. I felt him grow thicker and longer in my mouth as I worked my magic. I used many the tricks I had learned over the years including dragging my teeth gently along the sides to cause sensation, without harm, licking the head and teasing the hole, and fondling his balls with my free hand. I heard him moan, softly at first, then slowly growing louder. He'd whisper my name, but mostly, just moaned. Now, I really didn't 'need' him to tell me when it was going to shoot, but I like it when a man makes noise. He did not disappoint though, and soon I heard, "Oh God! Oh fuck! I'm going to blow!"

And with that, I felt the warm sticky liquid fill my mouth. It tasted sweet and salty. I swallowed it down until he was fully drained. I licked him clean, then kissed the head softly and smiled. It took a few minutes for him to get his bearings again, as I crawled up next to him. Now sure, I was willing to call it a night and try to sleep (yeah right) but I was pretty sure, he wasn't. I whispered in his ear, "You my young lover, have a sweet, salty taste, and was very enjoyable."

That must have been the trigger to snap him out of his euphoria, as he was on me like a starving animal. I gotta give credit where credit is due, that boy knew how to make an impression and take advantage of a moment. His kisses were deep and passionate. We're talking, curl my toes and straighten my hair kind of passion. He quickly removed my top, with a minor bit of help, removed my bra, and began kissing his way to my breasts. This only required minor instructions, where to kiss, and when to be gentle. I slipped his t-shirt off as his hands started to go south to remove my pants. He slipped off my jeans and soon I was laying there in just my pink thong panties (yes... I really wear those and it wasn't just for this kid.) He smiled when he looked at those and asked, "Are those for me?"


Dawson in College



 This story is fictional. Just a note. Enjoy!

*****

It was the first semester of college, at a party no less, when I got to know Gabe. Gabe was tall and shy, with messy black-brown hair and a crooked grin. He wasn't chiseled by any means, or refined in any way. He was cute, though. He was a freshman, like me, but unlike me, he was straight as an arrow. Nonetheless, I lusted after him like I always had lusted after my straight guy friends. I don't think it was ever a conscious decision on my part. Usually I would meet a guy that I kind of liked because he was funny or entertaining and he usually turned out to be straight. Eventually, somehow, they became my friends. Normally they all knew I was gay from the minute they met me. It didn't take a complicated calculation to find that out, especially once I got a few drinks into my body. Gabe, though, didn't know I was gay.

I had met Gabe in a required course for students at my college. We both thought it was boring, and so that was how we started talking in class. We would make fun of our professor who always gave out extensive reading assignments and even more extensive writing assignments. Anyways, so there we both were, at a fraternity party, stuck in a corner talking because our group had left us, and neither of us were big on socializing. So we talked. We talked mostly about our boring classes, our boring teachers, and of course, our boring sex lives. At college I had expected to be fucking every frat boy in sight by now, and Gabe had expected to be getting laid or at least having a steady girlfriend by then. Both of us, as it seemed, were out of luck. Naturally, we drank about it. 

"So, I almost got laid the other night." he told me after our fourth shot of tequila. By now we were both pretty loose.

"Oh really, what was her name?" I asked.

"Leila. She's a sorority girl down the street."

"Oh, girl next door type? Or Playboy type?" I asked.

"Both?" 

We laughed at this. We always rated girls between girl next door and Playboy model types.

"So what happened?" I asked.

"Well . . . she kind of . . . " he stopped and looked leery to continue.

"What? You can trust me man, I'm not going to say anything. Plus, I probably won't even meet her ever."

He sighed, took a drink of his mixer, and looked at me.

"She puked on me."

I stood there stone faced for a minute and then burst out laughing to the point I thought my gut would explode.

"Are you kidding me, man?" I asked through laughing tears.

"No, I'm not." He looked pretty beat up about it.

"Oh don't worry, man, happens to the best of us. I shouldn't even be laughing. It's happened to me before." I replied.

"Oh really? Some girl try sucking your dick and she throw up on you before?"

Here came the difficult part. 

"Well . . . some guy, actually." I said.

The metaphorical ball dropped with a thud to the floor. Gabe just looked at me. He seemed taken aback by the response but just stood there and laughed it off with an "Oh, okay!" kind of comment. Most guys did that when you told them that kind of thing. Even in a crowded room. Well, especially in a crowded room. 

We kept talking about this and that as the frat party raged on. Two guys had already thrown up from a keg-stand and at least five sorority girls ran past us to the bathroom to throw up any jello-shots they had consumed. It was a real college party. 

Gabe and I fell silent after awhile and just kind of drank the night away. That is, until the party got busted up by our Campus Police. Gabe and I had narrowly escaped being held for breathalyzer tests by escaping out the back door and running as far as we could. 

"Holy...shit...man!" I huffed at Gabe.

"I...know!" He huffed back.

We caught our breath and walked around the streets of White Plains, the definition of a shit college town. It was a town in the middle of nowhere, but the college itself was probably one of the best someone in our state could hope to go to. Unfortunately, the town lacked, and many of the houses were old and empty or held the lower-middle class. Before long we started to sober up a little bit, especially once the temperature cooled down.

"Man, I'm freezing." I said.

"Me too." Gabe replied. "Are you still drunk?"

"A little bit. I just want to go back and crash."

"Same here. Let's start walking. Mind if I crash in your room? I have a roommate and you have a single, don't you?"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

And so that's what we did. We walked back toward campus and found ourselves at my dorm. After trying to use my debit card as my ID card four times, we got inside my dormitory and walked the three flights of stairs to my small single room. 

"Sorry it's kind of a mess." I said.

"No worries."

Once inside my room we kicked off our shoes and sat on my bed, realizing quickly that we were both wide awake. 

"So...uh... this is nice." Gabe said, eyeing over my old movie posters and bookshelf filled with my favorite classics.

"Uh, thanks." I laughed, scratching the back of my head and leaning back against the wall. "So... I guess I should sleep on the floor since you're my guest, huh?"

"Oh, uh, no, that's okay. I'll take the floor."

I got up and pulled out a sleeping bag from under my bed I had used for camping with the environmental club a few weeks back and put it on the floor with a pillow for Gabe. He sat on my bed and watched me while I did it.

"Thanks, man, you didn't have to make the bed for me."

"Nah, it's okay, you're my guest, after all." 

We stared at each other awkwardly, both kind of wondering what to do next. The room felt awkward; off. 

"Uh, do you mind if I sleep naked?" he asked.

"Uh, no, that's okay. I was actually about to ask you if it was okay that I slept nude..." I replied. 

"Sure, go ahead." He stared at me. 

"Are you gonna turn around or watch?" I joked.

"I don't know yet. Which would you prefer? I mean, we're both guys here."

I went silent. Was he coming onto me? Or was he just drunk? It didn't really matter to me. Like he said, we were both guys. I decided to take a shot. I turned around and undressed. 

"Why'd you turn around?" Gabe asked from behind me. I could tell he was still on the bed.

"Uh... I just figured... you didn't want to look at me full-frontal, ya know?"

He laughed.

"Turn around and look at me while you do it."

My face flushed. What?

My heart dropped, but I turned around and took my shirt off. I stared into Gabes dark green eyes, stone faced and silent, and unbuckled my belt, took off my pants, took of my socks, and then finally pulled my underwear down. Gabe looked me up and down, over every inch of my body, and smirked. He stood up from my bed and took his shirt off, then everything else as he walked towards me. Once he got barely a few inches away he peeled his boxer briefs off and smiled at me. 

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Gabe asked back, still smiling. "We're just getting ready for bed."

He leaned forward until our cheeks were close together and he blew into my ear.

"You know what I usually do before bed?" he blew into my ear. 

"Uh, no, I don't." I replied, nervous, especially since my dick had started to harden substantially. 

"I love to jerk myself off before bed. Every night. It makes me tired and feel good. And it helps me when I have a headache." He rubbed his cheek against mine, our light young stubbles catching on each other. "Do you ever jerk yourself off before bed?"

"Uh . . . Yes." I replied.

He kept rubbing our cheeks together, his black-brown hair and my light brown hair tangling together. He moved closer and our chests touched, my chest hair rubbing over his soft skin. He obviously shaved a lot. 

"Wanna jerk each other off?" he said.

"What? Gabe, I thought you were straight." I said as rubbed his cock against mine, moving closer and whispering in my ear.

"That doesn't mean I can't . . . what's the word? Experiment?" He chuckled. "I'm kind of horny and drunk and I want to experiment."

At that point he grabbed a hold of my dick and started jerking it. I was at full mast by then, ready to sail forward into uncharted territory. I said Screw It to myself and pulled his face from rubbing against my cheek and kissed him hard on the mouth. He liked that, at least I could assume by the way he started jerking me harder. 

I grabbed hold of his own growing cock and jerked it a few times, kissing him hard and with tongue, before moving to his neck. I nipped and sucked at the flesh along his jawline and down his neck to his collarbone. Then I turned him around pushed him down onto my bed. I kissed down his neck and straddled him before moving down and getting on my knees in front of his cock. I licked my lips and then dove down to suck on the head of his cock sloppily. His pubes were nicely trimmed, his cock nice and veiny. It was average, but it was nice and hard. 

Gabe moaned low in his chest so many times I thought my neighbors would hear. At this point, I didn't care. I just wanted to suck Gabes cock like no there was no tomorrow. I think he could tell.

"Oh god, Dawson, oh yeah. Suck it just like that. Oh god. Keep going." 

Just the way he said my name drove me crazy. I felt harder than I thought I could ever be and I jerked myself a couple of times to alleviate the pressure of pre-cum building up. That only made me hungrier. 

I stopped sucking only when I couldn't breathe, but I was pretty experienced and that happened only every so often that I came up for air. When I finally did come up for an extended time to catch my breath, Gabe smiled at me between his long legs and tousled my hair, massaging my scalp. 

"Can I fuck you?" He asked, licking his lips.

I grinned and looked up at him, nodding yes. 

"Let me just grab a condom for you." I said and pulled away and walked to my dresser. I opened the sock drawer and pulled out lube and a condom. 

"It's been awhile, so be careful. Just let me tell you what to do and when, okay?" I said.

"Okay." He replied, getting up to kiss me and push me down onto the bed. 

I put a pillow under me and spread my legs out, sheets be damned. 

"Now, you need to finger me a bit with some lube on them." I said spreading my ass cheeks apart.

He smirked at me and moved forward, squirting lube onto his first two fingers and rubbing them on my hole. Then he gently pushed them into me. 

"Slowly." I urged, trying to open up to him.

Before long he got down to the knuckles and started twisting around and thrusting in and out, a rhythm developing between my anal muscles and his ministrations. That's when he put in a third finger. It felt like I was burning down there, but it soon went away and he continued. Before long my ass adjusted and I nodded at him. Gabe kissed me and then pulled his fingers out, tearing the condom wrapper open, and putting the condom on slowly. He jerked himself a few times to stay hard and then he pushed it up against my hole. I bit my lower lip and felt his cocked push through, stinging. It always hurt, but once it got going, it felt good. 

I nodded at him and told him to keep going. Before long his entire cock was buried in my tight ass. 

"Now, fuck me." I replied.

He moved in and out slowly at first, but before I knew it he was pounding in and out of my ass, both arms on either side of me as he kissed me and fucked me into my bed. I moaned and growled in pain for awhile but then the pleasure started once he hit my prostate. He hit that a few more times, fucking me hard, then slow, hard, then slow. 

"Mmmmm yeah, Gabe, yeah. Fuck me." I moaned.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum, Dawson. Where do you want it?" He moaned back.

"Cum on me. On my chest and stomach." I replied.

He smiled and thrust in and out a few times before pulling out again, pulling the condom off, and jerking himself off over me. As he jerked himself off I jerked myself off and we exploded one after the other, moaning worn out. 

I pulled his face down and kissed him hard, sucking his lower lip and biting it in my mouth.

"Now, let's go to sleep." I said, smirking. "And you can sleep in the bed with me."

"That's fine by me." he said and climbed in. 

I got up, turned the light off, and fell asleep next to Gabe. It was going to be a great Freshman Year.



Dawson



"I'll never tell," I said smiling. It never hurts to keep them guessing.

He kissed the edges of the panties, then my sex through the fabric. "Wow! You're so wet! Is that from me?"

BUSTED! He now knows how much he had excited me, so again, why lie. "Yes Dawson. All because of you."

He looked at my panties as if I was wearing a locked chastity belt and he had lost the key. Finally, I said, "Take them off of me."

His hands were trembling as he slowly removed my panties and dropped them onto the floor. Damn it! I forgot he doesn't know what to do. "Touch me gently. Use your fingers and your lips."

Slowly, his hands went up my legs as he placed his body between them. Soon his head was there at my sex, and he was looking at me, at it. First, he gently traced my lips with his finger and I gasped. He stopped and I said, "Don't stop."

"But I don't want to hurt you," he said.

Wow, he was so scared. "If you do, I'll stop you and tell you how to fix the problem. But please, do that again."

The looked up at me confused for a moment, then said, "This?"

His finger traced my lips again and I gasped and moaned. "Yes."

He smiled up at me, knowing he was on the right track. He leaned in and gently kissed them. Wow, were his lips soft. After countless number of soft kisses, he licked the outer lips, then slipped his tongue inside. That made me both jump and moan, but he knew it wasn't a jump to escape, just a reaction, a reflex if you will. I'm not sure how long he licked the inside before he slipped a finger inside and resumed the licking of the outside. I was starting to think this kid either had great instincts, or had done this before. I knew after a few minutes I'd have help guide him, as he seemed to be stuck. I reached down and said, "Here, lick me here."

The first time his tongue touched my clitoris, I nearly exploded. I fought to control my climax so he could actually learn a thing or two. Luckily, his inexperience worked in my favor, and I was able to direct him on how to perform oral sex on a woman. I had him lick, suck, and even nibble my clit, but the nibbling took several tries before he understood how to do it without hurting me. He also discovered that two fingers would derive more pleasure, but he at least asked before he tried. Once he had a rhythm down, I was putty in his young hands. He worked me carefully until suddenly, I felt a minor pressure on my anus, as a lone finger from his other hand touched and teased it causing me to climax like nothing I'd ever experienced before. My body tensed up, and had his shoulders not been between my legs, I might have crushed his head with my thighs. My body bucked and he just worked me and enjoyed the ride. I think I had two or three orgasms before he stopped and mounted me. He kissed me hard and entered. Okay, I'll admit it, he was no virgin. No virgin could have entered me like that. Forceful, powerful, hard, and passionate, without hurting me, or himself.

I moaned into his mouth as we moved. I'm not even sure when he got the condom on, as I never saw his hand move, nor did feel them leave me, but I didn't care. He filled me with each thrust, and I was meeting him, bringing my hips up to deepen the sensation. He held me tight and even though he moved with force and purpose, he did not move with speed. Maybe that was why I climaxed again, and again. Though, my climaxes did encourage him, I think my saying things like, "Faster! Faster!" and "Don't fucking stop!" didn't hurt either.

Soon, we were fucking like two mad people. He was on top of me, then I was on top of him, then doggie style, and more. We were all over his room. By the time this young stallion had finished with me, we had christened every piece of furniture he owned, smoked a full box of condoms, and then some. I finally needed some sleep so I gathered my clothes and slipped into his father's bed, sleeping naked and well fucked. I woke up a few hours later, showered quickly, and dressed. It was then I realized I had lost my panties. I knew they were in his room, but the question was this, do I ask for them back or let him keep them? I decided to let him keep them if he wished since I could always buy more. I walked out to make the boys breakfast when my cell phone rang. My friend called to tell me her parents were fine, but they had car trouble and would be gone one more night. I could either stay there with both boys, or if Elliot wanted, he could stay at a friend's house since he had been good for me so far, and Dawson could stay home alone. I knew that if Elliot chose to leave, Dawson would want me to stay here with him, and I really wanted to go home. Plus, if Elliot were gone, it wouldn't look right for me to stay.

Elliot wandered out first. I said, "Your dad just called. His car broke down and won't be back until tomorrow. He said you can stay at a friend's house since you were so good for me yesterday, but you have to tell him whose house you're at, and have their mom or dad call to make sure it's okay."

Elliot smiled and started calling friends. After two phone calls, he found a friend whose family was not only willing to let him stay the night, but would keep him until Monday and make sure he got off to school. He called his dad, then started to pack. Dawson stumbled out with some serious after sex glow, and sex hair. I told him Elliot was going to spend the night at a friend's and would be gone until Monday, and he could stay home alone for the weekend. Dawson called his dad, and disappeared into his room. I made Elliot breakfast while he got dressed and packed. Dawson returned with a small smile on his face then said, "What's for breakfast?"

I was curious by what his father had said, and what he told him, but I just smiled and said, "Bacon and eggs. How do you want your eggs cooked?"

"I like over easy, but I want to shower first."

"Go ahead. I showered before I dressed."

"Do you always shower in the morning?"

"Yeah," I said. "Makes it easier for me to style my hair."

Elliot came bounding out and Dawson disappeared. I heard the water start for the shower so I cooked the bacon, and made Elliot some scrambled eggs. Dawson and I both liked our eggs over easy, so I waited for him to return before I made ours. I also made some toast, and soon, the three of us were having a pseudo family breakfast. Elliot had just finished when a knock came from the door. Elliot ran to answer it, and was greeted by a boy his age, and an older woman I assumed was the mother. She came in, introduced herself as Mrs. Edenton, and was more than a bit surprised to see me there, with Dawson in the house. I explained how their father didn't feel comfortable having the boys home alone, and wanted to know a responsible adult in the home. We agreed it was more to keep the boys from killing each other than anything else.

Once Elliot was gone, I went into their father's room and started to gather up my things when Dawson walked up behind me and began kissing my neck and fondling my breasts through my shirt. "I want you," he whispered.

"I can see that," I said.

"Now."

And with that, he pushed me onto his dad's bed and lifted my t-shirt so that it actually restrained my arms. Now, I could have easily freed myself, but he seemed to enjoy the control so I let things play out. He moved my bra so that it pushed my breasts up as he nibbled and sucked my nipples. He removed my pants quickly with my panties and gave my sex, a bit of attention. He sucked my clit, kissed the lips, then moved back up and was in me. How did this kid get those condoms on so fast? The sex was brief, but hot. I think I climaxed twice before he shot. Then he kissed me softly and said, "Can I come to your house later?"

I smiled and said, "Sure. I think I'd like that."

He kissed me again and said, "I hope I didn't frighten you."

"No," I said. "Surprise yes. Frighten no."

He climbed off me, and went to dispose of the condom, while I started to get dressed. My panties were gone again. Now, I was fine with the first pair, but now this kid has stolen two, and he knows this is what I normally wear. "Dawson!"

"Yes," he said smiling.

"Give me back my panties," I said.

"Is that any way to ask?"

Damn kid. He was being clever and playing with me. "Please Dawson, may I have my panties back?"

He smiled and tossed them to me. Then asked, "May I keep the other pair?"

"Yes," I said. "I figured you'd want to keep them."

"They smell like you."

"They'd better."

He laughed and said, "I need to run some errands for Dad, what time do you want me?"

Oh shit, that was a loaded question. "I'm going straight home, unless you'd like something special for dinner."

"I don't care about dinner, just dessert."

I smiled and said, "Then I'll pick up something nice for dinner, and then I'll have you for dessert."

Dawson smiled and I finished getting dressed. I wrote my address and my phone number, then gathered my things, kissed Dawson goodbye, and left. I drove to the store and picked up some steaks, a bottle of wine, and a few other things I needed. I came home and found a few messages on my machine. Two were wrong numbers, one was my mother, and the last was Dawson saying he was looking forward to seeing me again. I smiled, put away my groceries, and straightened up my house. I decided I'd make the steaks, with some vegetables, and a pasta side. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a gourmet cook, but I can make a nice dinner when I want to, and tonight, I really want to. I also decided a wardrobe change wouldn't hurt either, so I put on a nice button down blouse, and a long flowing skirt. I teased my hair a bit and added some lip-gloss. Yeah, I was in the mood to be sexy, and flirty.

At about three-ish, there came a knock at my door. Dawson was there, looking extra nice in a button down black shirt and black pants. He had two bags in one hand, one looked like an overnighter and the other looked like a grocery bag; in the other hand, he held a dozen roses. Okay, this kid gets bonus points for thinking ahead. I took the roses and let him in. Just as I closed the door, he dropped the bags and pinned me against my door, kissing me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his growing erection against my stomach, and my sudden wetness. Where the hell did this kid come from, and where was that shy boy from the night before? This was a man kissing me, in the body of a teenaged boy. A small part of me wanted to him stop, but that was overridden by my sex-drive and lust. After several minutes of kissing, he pulled back and whispered, "Bedroom?"

I couldn't talk, hell I could barely think. I pointed toward my room, and he scooped me up and carried me to my bed, kissing me the whole way. At this point, I was thinking either this kid hadn't been fully truthful with me, or he watched a lot of movies, but I also didn't care. I found his forcefulness with me to be a bigger turn on than anything I had ever experienced before. He could have ripped off my clothes and I wouldn't have cared. But he didn't, he just slipped up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and unzipped his pants this time though. I heard the condom packet open, and caught him quickly slipping the condom on, and gently entered me. How could he know I was ready? Then I realized the condom was lubed so it didn't matter. He went slowly, gently, like I was a virgin. It drove me freaking nuts. This kid was switching from a sex-crazed demon to a gentle lover in the blink of an eye, and I couldn't get enough of him. He kissed my face and I'd swear we were making love. It lasted much longer than what we did this morning, and I had several orgasms. Our bodies clung together, sticky with sweat, the smell of raw sex filled my bedroom. His cock moved in and out of me, hitting the illusive G-spot I had always thought was a myth. When he'd finally climaxed, after an hour of just raw sex. I would have let him fuck me until dinner if he could keep it up, but I felt him begin to withdraw as he kissed me softly and said, "You wore this just for me, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I said. Hey, why lie?

"Thank you."

"I feel like I should be thanking you."

He kissed me again, then asked, "May I stay the night, sleep with you, and have lots of sex?"

"Of course," I said kissing him.

A wicked smile flashed across his lips and he said, "There is much more I wish to do, and I'd like to do them with you."

"Let's get up, and you can tell me about them."

He slowly slipped out of me and disposed of the condom, while I put my panties back on. Looking down on my bed, I was shocked. The wet spot we left was huge, at least the size of my ass if not bigger. 'DAMN!,' I thought to myself, 'the dry cleaner is going to love me this month.' We walked to the living room where his bags and my roses lay on the floor. I picked up my flowers and put them into a vase with water. He walked in, grabbed the grocery bag and smiled. He tossed the overnight bag into my room, and sat on my couch with the other bag in tow. I set the flowers on my dining room table, and joined him on the couch. He took my hand gently and said, "To begin with, I think you're really hot."

"Thanks."

"I wasn't lying when I said I'd only slept with other female, and all we did was kiss and have sex. She'd touch me, but never did what you did to me last night. I thought only women in movies or ones you pay would do that. Then you let me go down on you, and oh god you are just so sweet. The only thing was, you didn't stay in my bed."

"I was afraid your brother would catch us."

"Yeah, I figured that," he said. "So when you told me Dad wasn't coming home, and that Elliot could spend the night at a friend's house, I asked if I had to stay at home, or if I could crash at my buddy's house. Dad said yes, so I call my friend, and asked him to cover for me. When he asked why, I just told him I had a date that might lead to more, and I didn't want to hear the condom lecture again. He totally knew what I was talking about so he said okay. Then, well, I picked up a few things."

Now he had my curiosity. "Like what?"

He pulled out a big box of condoms. I smiled, at least he was thinking. Then he pulled out some leather cuffs. I reached over and touched one, soft to the touch, and adjustable. He smiled sheepishly and said, "I was hoping you'd trust me tonight."

Now, I was a bit taken back by his boldness at first. Thus far, he hadn't hurt me in any way, and he was trying to show me that he was curious about this element of sex and sex play. "What if I say no?" I asked.

"Then hopefully you'll still have sex with me. I mean, you styled your hair nicer than you did yesterday, you're in a beautiful blouse and that skirt, and when I arrived, you didn't say 'no' when I kissed you at the door. I know it was a bit forward of me to kiss you like I did, then carry you to your bedroom where we, well, you know, but I figured I'd take a chance and live in the moment."

Damn, this kid has a future in politics. I mean, he knows how to work his magic to make a person do exactly what he wants. Yet, I couldn't help but wonder why his first lover wasn't into oral. I figured it was personal so I decided to consider his proposal. "Well Dawson, what else is in the bag?"

He smiled and pulled out a blindfold, a couple of vibrators, and a ball gag. HOLY SHIT! What the hell did this kid have planned for me? "We don't have to use any of this stuff if you don't want to."

I looked, in the bag. Huh? No DVD's. I was surprised. "You've got a lot of stuff here, but no DVD's or how-to manuals."

This got a laugh out of him. "I borrowed some of this stuff from my friend."

Ah, now we're getting somewhere. "Let me guess, he's into bondage. I'll be he has whips and paddles."

Dawson blushed immediately. BINGO! "He suggested those, but I said you weren't into physical violence, so he suggested that I should spank you with my bare hand, and it would drive you nuts."

"Please don't," I said. "I have a reason that is very personal about why, that I may share with you one day. But I'm telling you that not every woman wants to be dominated, beaten, or bound. Please, promise me you won't try to spank me, and I'll consider letting you tie me up."

"Deal!"

He hugged me tight and kissed me. I asked him not to use the other toys, as I wasn't comfortable with using things that had been used on other women. When I explained why (hygienic issue), they were returned to the box immediately, and the restraints were set on top. We watched television for a while, then I fixed us an early dinner. He told me he liked his steaks the same way I did, rare, so that was easy. I served the dinner, and offered him a glass of wine. He accepted, and we ate. He shared with me about the loss of his mom, how it hurt seeing both the death of his mother, and the pain his father went through. Then he explained about the woman he lost his virginity to. She was repulsed by oral sex, and they could only do it in the dark. When he caught her trying to sabotage one of his condoms so he'd get her pregnant, he ended the relationship. I told him about my first lover, and how I learned over the years about oral sex and other positions.

Dawson was sweet and gentle as he spoke, taking my hand, and telling me repeatedly how much he liked me, and that he just wanted to try the restraints. His words were soft and gentle, and soon, I was being tempted to try one more time. I'm going to blame the wine. I had liked how forceful he had been with me earlier, and how, even though he was forceful, he wasn't hurtful. We sat on the couch, and I asked him if he wanted to watch a porno, or just go to my room. He liked the idea of my room more, so he lifted me up, and carried me to my bed. This time, he slowly undressed me, taking his time, kissing me everywhere. I in turn, undressed him the same way. We enjoyed a lengthy sixty-nine that brought both of us to a happy climax of me soaking his face twice and him pouring his seed down my wanting throat, and that's when I got the nerve to say, "Okay Dawson, you may tie me up and blindfold me, but no gag."

I mean, I don't care how clean his friend claims it is, I'm not using a used ball gag. Dawson ran into my living room, gathered the restraints, and returned. He was so cute, running to my living room and back naked, his balls and cock bouncing around. We tied the restraints to my bed, and then he bound my wrists and ankles. He promised to free me when we were done, kissed me, and slipped the blindfold over my eyes. Now, at this point, I was starting to feel like this kid had been playing me, especially when he started touching me so softly, so gently, so lovingly. Then the kisses started, my lips first, then my neck, my breasts, my nipples, my stomach, and of course, my sex. I felt myself become so wet and the strong aroma of my arousal filled the room. I felt him suck on my clit, as two fingers slowly slipped into me. Now I was fully at his mercy. He sucked my swollen clitoris, nibbled it, and licked it. My mind raced, I nearly climaxed when he started to suck my clit, and all I could thing was how badly I wanted his teenage cock fucking me to madness. His fingers massaged deep inside me, and then, the other hand teased my anus. I was moaning so loud that I was glad I didn't have a close neighbor. My climax was so overwhelming this time I nearly fainted. I felt his body climb up mine, and just as before, he kissed me hard and drove his member into me hard and fast.

He rode me like wild man, pounding me with force like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I have no idea how long he was on top of me before he moved me so I was on my knees, and he was taking me from behind. I could feel his hands rubbing my ass, but he never struck. He pounded me like a bitch in heat and I loved it. Then, he whispered in my ear so softly, I almost didn't hear him say, "May I please have your ass?"




Dawson



"Yes Dawson," I replied before I'd even processed the question. Had I, the answer would have been 'no.'

However, in his defense, he used a clean condom, and entered me so slowly, that it only slightly hurt. He moved slower than he had ever done before, but when I yelped out because he went too deep, he pulled out, put on another clean condom, put me on my back, and finished in my sex. When he finished, I was so exhausted I could barely move. He quickly freed my from my bounds and wrapped his arms around me. The last thing I remember, was hearing his heartbeat in his chest.

I'm not sure how long I slept, but when I woke up, he was gone. I wandered out to find him on my couch, naked and watching TV. "Hey," I said

He looked at me and smiled, "Hey back."

"Can't sleep?"

"I had a nightmare," he said.

"Wanna tell me about it?"

He sighed and said, "I'm sorry I hurt you earlier."

"I should have said no, but I didn't process what you said in time."

"Yeah, my friend said that might be the case."

"So," I said, "I was tricked."

"Yeah," he said. "That's why I had the nightmare."

"You're feeling guilty."

"Yeah, I am."

"Was it worth it?" I asked.

"No," he said to my surprise. "It wasn't. I mean, you've been nothing but nice to me, and I took advantage of that."

I smiled and said, "Yes, you did. Now you see the error of your ways. So, you owe me."

"Name it!" he said, "I'll do anything you say."

I smiled. I knew exactly what to do to my young friend. "Right now, I want you to come back to bed. You'll learn your fate tomorrow."

He came back to bed with me, wrapped his arms around me, and went we went to sleep.

I woke up early and put my plan into motion. I was amazed he didn't wake up. I made coffee, and soon I heard, "HEY! WHAT THE HELL?"

I walked into my bedroom, and looked at the young, naked boy, lying in my bed, bound and blindfolded as I had been the night before. "Good morning," I said.

"How did you do this?"

"You sleep like your brother it seems."

"I gotta take a leak."

What my young friend didn't know was I had a plan for this as well. I had a special container for a man to urinate in. I rolled him onto his side, placed his penis into the container, and said, "Go."

Once he had relived himself, I poured the contents into the toilet, then cleaned him with a warm washcloth. Then I left for a few minutes to get some more coffee. When I returned, he was pulling on the restraints and saying, "Where are you? Come on, this isn't fair."

I smiled and said, "True. But you did promise I could do anything I wanted."

He stopped struggling and said, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

"Next time you want a girl's ass, you'd better not do it when she's at a moment of ultimate weakness."

"I promise, I won't."

Even though I knew he was telling me the truth, I wasn't done with him yet. I began gently stroking his cock, feeling it grow under my fingers, becoming thicker and harder with each touch. He started to moan softly, having no idea what evil I had planned for him. I took a swallow of coffee, but this time, I held it in my mouth, leaned over, and quickly slipped his cock into my mouth. "OH MY GOD!" he screamed.

The warm liquid surrounded his member, and the more I took in, the more he felt. Then I swallowed my coffee and sucked his penis for a few minutes. "What the hell are you doing to me?"

I slid my mouth up and asked, "If I have hurt you, I didn't mean to."

"It didn't hurt as much as it scared me."

"Had I not let it cool in my mouth, it would have hurt you."

"What was it?" he asked.

"Coffee," I said.

He smiled and said, "Can you do that again?"

"Sure," I said.

Another swallow of coffee, and this time, he relaxed and moaned loudly. "Oh fuck, that's incredible!"

I sucked and swallowed coffee and him until he climaxed in my mouth. Once he was drained, removed his blindfold, and freed him from his bonds. Why I didn't see what happened next coming, was beyond me. Once he was free, he quickly grabbed me and mounted me. He had a condom hidden under his pillow and once it was on, he was in. He rode me hard and fast, pounding me like it was his last fuck. As it turned out, it was. Once he had finished with me, we showered, dressed and ate. I was sure we'd do it again when his cell phone rang. Dad was on his way home, and he had items to return. We gathered up his items, and he kissed me goodbye.

He called me later to tell me his dad found my panties and demanded to know who the girl was. When he refused to tell, his dad was furious. My friend told me they assumed the girl was there after I left, and Dawson was grounded for taking advantage of his absence and mine. I told them both how he was a perfect gentleman, and didn't disrespect me in the least. Sadly, this didn't help, and poor Dawson stayed grounded. Dawson sent me a message later that he rescued my panties, and hid them better so his dad wouldn't find them again.

Shortly after our passionate encounter, I got a transfer in my job, and had to move. I rented my house and relocated. Dawson and I still keep in touch on Facebook, and no, we haven't hooked up since. He does on occasion tell me about the women he's been with since, and has even gotten one to do the coffee trick again, only she used hot chocolate. He also said he found a girl really into anal, and he discovered that he really didn't like it as much as he thought he would, and he blamed me and my negative reaction. He might have a point, I'll never know.

Dawson is now in college, and I'm back in my home. I miss my young friend, and lover, but I have found a new man to share my bed with, one who is more my age. Dawson helped me overcome my fears, and I helped teach him how to make love to a woman. Well, my dear reader, I've reached the end of my tale. How much was truth, and how much was fiction, well, that's up to you to figure out. I'll never tell.



Dawson's Cock



Dawson sat by the dock throwing pebbles into the water. He was angry, confused and felt betrayed ever since Pacey, his best friend had stolen the love of his life. Jack watched from across how angry Dawson was. He knew it sucked for Dawson to have to watch the two people he cared most about be together and leave him out. 

Jack walked over to where Dawson sat and stood watching him. Dawson hardly noticed his presence until Jack cleared his throat. 

"Ahem. Hey Dawson," Jack began.

Dawson's face showed resentment. "What do you want Jack?"

Jack kneeled next to him and stared into his sad eyes. "Are you ok?"

"No Jack I'm not ok! Why do you even bother to ask?"

Jack shrugged. "I'm just trying to start a conversation. I'm sorry."

Dawson sighed. "Ah it's ok. I'm sorry, didn't mean to act like an asshole. You didn't do anything to me."

Jack smiled and sat next to Dawson. "I know it's gotta be tough seeing Pacey and Joey together. But hey, you got a lot going for you. Don't let those two bring you down."

Dawson smiled weakly. "Yeah I guess. I'm just pissed. I'm more pissed at Pacey though. He was my best friend and now he's with my girl."

"Well, Pacey will soon learn that he hurt his best friend and he'll pay for what he did to you."

"Well, I don't wish Pacey anything bad, but I do hope he knows how much he's hurt me."

"I'm sure he does," Jack said placing his hand over Dawson's. 

Dawson looked down and Jack quickly took his hand off. "Sorry, I was just being a friend, don't think I was making a move on you or anything."

Dawson looked away. "So what brings you down here? I mean besides trying to make me feel better?"

Jack stared at him. "I was just taking a walk and saw you here. What do you say we go back to my house? My sister is not there. We can drink a little and watch some movies if you want."

Dawson looked at Jack. His face lit up. "Yeah, that sounds better than what I was originally going to do."

"What was that?" Jack asked.

"Nothing at all."

Both boys laughed and headed off to Jack's place.

* * *

After a few drinks, Dawson sat on Jack's sofa relaxing and had almost forgotten the whole Pacey and Joey situation. Jack was sitting down on the couch next to him.

"I think this movie was Steven Spielberg's best," Dawson said as they watched Duel.

"Yeah it's freaky. I wonder if the whole thing is a mind game you know," Jack replied.

Just as the boys were watching the movie, a knock on the door interrupted their concentration. Jack got up to answer the door. His heart almost stopped when he saw Pacey at the door. 

"Pacey! Hey w-what are you doing here?"

Pacey looked puzzled. "Can't I just come for a visit?"

"Yeah sure, but-"

Pacey made his way in the house. He took off his coat and placed it on one of the kitchen tables. "So what you up to tonight?"

Jack looked nervous. "Uh not much-"

"Jack hey, I was-" Dawson froze. He walked into the kitchen wanting another drink but Pacey was there.

"Hey Dawson," Pacey said in a low voice.

"What is he doing here?" Dawson asked angrily.

Jack shrugged. "He just came by to visit."

"Well then, I'm out of here!" Dawson stomped out of the kitchen.

"Ah shit," Jack said following Dawson.

Dawson put on his leather jacket. He heard Jack's footsteps behind him. Jack grabbed his arm to stop him from going anywhere.

"Hey come on man. Just stay," Jack pleaded.

Dawson nodded. He pulled away and turned to face him. Angry tears ran down his face. "I hate that guy. I hate him!"

"Don't say that. He's your friend."

"What do you know? You just met us both so how could you know us?"

"I may not know you both that well, but I do know that everyone can use a friend. See, growing up gay, I never had a chance to have a real friend. I was always hiding who I was."

Dawson calmed down a bit. He sighed and took off his jacket hanging it back on the coat hanger. "I see. I'm sorry. Shit I'm just so pissed."

"I know. Now Pacey will only be here for a while I promise."

"Fine, but don't expect me to talk to him."

Pacey walked in the living room and crossed his arms. "So what's going on?"

"You stole my girlfriend you bastard, that's what's going on," Dawson quickly replied. 

Jack tried to change the subject. "Ok who wants another drink?"

Pacey narrowed his eyes at Dawson. "Well, for your information, Mr. Smartass, Joey and I broke up. Seems she's confused at the time and does not know if she loves me or you."

Dawson raised a brow. "Really? You mean she might still love me?"

Pacey nodded. "Yeah."

Jack groaned. "See! You two were fighting over nothing! This girl is confused! You know the way women get!"

Pacey and Dawson looked at Jack and had to agree. Joey had been with Jack too and obviously was heartbroken when he told her he was gay. 

"Now you two hug each other and be friends again will ya?" Jack said.

Pacey moved closer to Dawson and then jack pushed him making Pacey fall into Dawson's arms. Dawson hugged his friend and Pacey returned the hold.

"I'm sorry man," Pacey mumbled. 

"Me too. I was such a prick to you."

They held each other for a while and Jack stood back enjoying the scenery. He had to admit he had arrived to town that both Dawson and Pacey had caught his eye. How could they not? They were both so hot!

"Ahem!" Jack cleared his throat.

Both boys pulled away from each other nervously. 

"That was a nice make up hug," Jack said.

Dawson blushed. "Thanks Jack."

"Yeah thanks," Pacey agreed.

"So no chance of a make up kiss huh?" Jack teased.

Dawson playfully punched Jack on his arm. "Ha! You wish!"

Pacey smiled wickedly. "What's the matter Dawson? You too homophobic?"

Dawson looked shocked. "W-what?"

"You heard. Are you afraid of kissing me?"

Dawson looked nervously at Jack and then at Pacey. "You mean you would really kiss me?"

Pacey nodded. "Why not? I mean it's just a kiss right?"

Dawson's heart pounded. "Well I guess it would be ok."

Pacey and Jack both burst out laughing. "Ah shit! He was really going to let me kiss him!" Pacey shouted.

Dawson frowned. "You both suck! I'm out of here!"

He began to walk away but Jack grabbed his arm again. "Hey come on now! We were just joking!"

Pacey smiled. "Yeah Dawson! You need to lighten up a bit!"

Dawson laughed. "You two are such assholes I swear!"

Jack looked innocent. "Me? I'm not an asshole! Here I am trying to make you laugh and you get all hissy."

"Yeah, you need to relax Dawson," Pacey said.

"Yeah, besides, I know you two would never have the guts to kiss each other," Jack said sarcastically.

Dawson and Pacey narrowed their eyes at Jack. "Is this some sort of challenge that runs through your sick fantasies?" Dawson asked.

Jack nodded. "Maybe."

"Dawson and I never turn down a challenge do we Dawson?" Pacey asked deviously.

Dawson was nervous as hell. "Never."

"Well, then let me see it. I want you two to kiss," Jack ordered.

Pacey moved towards Dawson. Jack stepped in between them. "Wait, before you two kiss, I have to set some rules."

"Uh oh," Dawson groaned.

"Now this kiss has to be special, after all you two are very, very good friends right?"

Dawson and Pacey nodded.

"Ok now the kiss must last at least 10 seconds and with tongue."

Dawson cringed. "I'm not kissing Pacey with tongue!"

"Aww why not? You have to, I thought you never turn down a challenge," Jack reminded Dawson.

"It'll just be once," Pacey said.

Dawson didn't want to do it, well part of him did but then again he was afraid this might get out and Joey would find out. "Oh ok, but you all have to swear what happens here, stays here."

"Deal!" Jack and Pacey said simultaneously. 

"Ok now, I'm stepping away and you two can kiss," Jack's voice sounded excited.

Dawson and Pacey moved towards one another until they were very close. Pacey was the one who leaned in first and gave Dawson's lips a peck but both boys began to laugh. Jack was disappointed that they would not go through with it.

"Come on now! Hurry it up!" Jack groaned.

Dawson and Pacey stopped laughing and began to kiss. Jack watched in amazement on how their lips touched so gently as if they were afraid to engaged in a deep kiss. It was supposed to be a 10 second kiss but it seemed to last an eternity. Jack noticed they didn't use tongues but was almost afraid to say anything. He didn't want to interrupt the sexy kiss. Just at about eight seconds, he saw Dawson and Pacey tongue touch gently before they broke their kiss.

The kiss broke very slowly. Pacey and Dawson stared at each other in shock. Jack found it hard to breath. The room was silent for a long time.

"Oh wow!" Jack finally spoke.

Dawson nervously looked down at the floor and Pacey turned to look somewhere else. 

"Are you happy now Jack? See, I told you we could handle any challenge," Pacey said in a very nervous voice.

Jack smiled wickedly. "Hmm looks like you two enjoyed that kiss."

Dawson turned red. "No we didn't! We are not gay!"

"You don't have to be gay," Jack shot back.

"Hey man it's ok to have liked it," Pacey began, "I mean everyone thinks it's ok for girls to like to kiss other girls, yet guys are not expected to like to kiss other guys."

"Very good point," Jack agreed.

Dawson shrugged. "I guess. But I'm not gay ok?"

"We know you're not gay. Neither am I," Pacey said.

"In my opinion you two are gayer than me," Jack laughed.

Dawson and Pacey eyed each other and smiled. "I'm sorry about everything I said to you," Dawson apologized.

"Me too. You are my best friend Dawson and I never meant to hurt you, especially let a girl come between us."

"This whole day has turned around so much! I mean I was pissed at first, then confused about the kiss and now I'm so relaxed."

"See? All it took was a kiss from another guy," Jack joked.

Dawson looked embarrassed. "Well, I better get home."

"Why?" Pacey asked concerned.

Jack frowned. "I think he wants to see if Joey called him."

Dawson gave Jack a dirty look. "So what?"

"Get over her Dawson. The girl does not know what she wants. At least you and Pacey know you want each other's friendship," Jack said in a serious voice.

"But without Joey, I feel that love does not exist."

Pacey sighed. "Love does exist Dawson. I mean I love you…you know in a friend's way.

"You do?" Dawson asked surprised.

"Of course!"

"Yeah why wouldn't he? You are a very cool person Dawson," Jack chimed in.

Dawson blushed. "Thanks guys."

"Hey how about we go up to my room and play some playstation games?" Jack blurted.

"Sounds good," Pacey replied.

Dawson shrugged and headed upstairs with the boys. He couldn't help but have a strange feeling down his pants. Was he getting hard? Did Pacey's kiss get him excited? Did he want to kiss Jack too? Or maybe kiss Pacey and Jack at the same time? This was all so new to him; he was scared, yet so turned on.

They were in Jack's room playing a racing game. Pacey and Jack were too much into the game. Dawson just lay on Jack's bed watching. His mind was no longer on Joey, but on Pacey and Jack. 

"Are you thinking of Joey again?" Pacey turned to ask Dawson.

"No. Not anymore."

Jack put the game on pause. "I think you are. Damnit Dawson, don't ruin a boys night out because of Joey."

Dawson smiled. "I'm just thinking of something else. Believe me, it's not Joey."

Pacey looked at him curiously. "What are you thinking of then?"

"You," Dawson blurted out.

Pacey gasped and Jack smiled. "I think he liked your kiss Pacey."

Pacey blushed. "Did you?" He asked Dawson.

"Yeah. A little too much. Is that bad?"

"Not at all," Jack replied.

Pacey looked uneasy. "Well just think of it ok? Don't start having feelings for me or anything."

Dawson scoffed. "You're so arrogant Pacey."

Jack gently pushed Pacey. "Yeah really."

Pacey felt bad. "I'm sorry. I-I uh nevermind."

Dawson sighed. "Well it's been fun guys, but I am going home."

Jack gave Pacey a haughty look. "Stop him will ya?"

Pacey stood up. "Come on now. I was only joking about the feelings stuff. I'm sorry I acted like a homophobic asshole."

Dawson's eyes glowed. "It's ok. I guess this has just been a weird evening. I mean, I've never kissed another guy before and I guess. It's just making me act strange."

Jack laughed. "Why don't you two just do it and get it all over with?"

Pacey gasped. "What? Me and Dawson? No way!"

Dawson agreed. "Yeah, kissing is one thing, but sex is another."

"You know you want to," Jack kept teasing.

Dawson sat on Jack's bed feeling so confused. Was Jack right? Did he really want to fuck Pacey?

"Look, why don't you try pleasing each other just once. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Pacey didn't move. He stood still not sure what to do. Jack stood up and put his hand on Pacey's shoulder. He leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear. "Just go kiss him again. Then you can go from there."

Pacey took a deep breath, took off his boots and climbed on the bed slowly crawling towards Dawson. Dawson stayed laying down keeping his cool. He felt Pacey's body get on top of his. Pacey leaned down and placed his lips over Dawson's.

Dawson parted his lips and kissed his best friend. This time, Pacey quickly slid his tongue into Dawson's mouth French kissing him. Jack stood in awe of the guys kissing. Pacey moved his body slowly up and down on top of Dawson's. The guys began to moan into their kiss. 

Dawson felt his cock get rock hard as Pacey kept moving his body rubbing himself against Dawson's cock. Dawson broke their kiss and both gasped for air. Pacey's eyes were small and filled with lust. 

"You really want to do this?" Dawson asked.

Pacey didn't reply he leaned in for another kiss. Dawson pushed him away gently. He cupped Pacey's face and stared into his eyes. "Tell me Pacey, do you really want this?"

"Yes. I want this so much. I think I've wanted this for a long time."

"I love you," Dawson blurted.

Pacey leaned closer. "I love you too."

They began to kiss once again letting Jack enjoy watching them. Jack took a seat on the bed and felt his cock wanting to burst out of his jeans. He rubbed himself gently as he watched Dawson and Pacey make out. 

Pacey began exploring Dawson's body. He could tell Dawson had been working out as he felt his developing muscles on his arms and stomach. He moved his hand further down and felt Dawson's bulging hard on. He grabbed it and heard Dawson moan into their kiss.

Pacey pulled back and began unbuckling Dawson's pants. Dawson's eyes showed fear. He put his hands over Pacey's hands. "Please don't pull my cock out."

Pacey looked puzzled. "Why not? I thought you said you wanted this?"

Dawson bit his lower lip and moved his hands away, letting Pacey continue to undo his pants. "Ok, but please don't freak when you see my cock."

Pacey shrugged and continued to search for Dawson's cock. Jack stared attentively desperately wanting to see the goods Dawson had. Pacey reached inside Dawson's pants and pulled out his cock. He fell back and gasped. Jack got startled when Pacey fell back.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jack asked Pacey.

Dawson's face turned red. He looked away from both of them. Jack stared at Pacey then his eyes slowly moved to Dawson's cock. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Jesus Christ! What is that thing?" Jack asked.

"T-that's what I'm saying!" Pacey stammered.

Dawson was so embarrassed. "I warned you."

"Is that a snake? Dang! How many inches is that Dawson?" Jack asked quickly being mesmerized by Dawson's huge cock.

"I don't know. I never measured it."

"I wouldn't want to measure that monster either!" Pacey said. His face was still filled with shock.

Dawson felt humiliated. He grabbed his cock and was about to put it back into his pants. Jack quickly stopped him. "Where you going?"

"Home. I better go, now that you two know my secret."

"Aww come on! We were just in surprised! I mean how do you keep that thing in your pants?"

Dawson shrugged. "It's really small when it's soft."

"I don't believe that!" Pacey shouted.

"I didn't mean to scare you Pacey," Dawson said to his friend.

Pacey felt bad. He moved closer to Dawson and stared into his eyes. "I'm sorry. I was just…Wow! I was just so surprised."

"Yeah you're not the only one," Jack agreed.

Dawson stared at his two friends. Pacey leaned in for a kiss and Jack moved closer too. "I'm really sorry buddy." Pacey apologized to Dawson.

Dawson felt more at ease. "It's ok. Now you know why I'm still a virgin huh? If you guys freaked imagine how girls would react?"

"I don't know, I think some girls might like this," Jack teased. "Probably Jen would."

All three laughed. 

"So now what? Are we just going to sit here and stare at this nice cock all night? Or are we going to give it all we got?" Jack asked Pacey.

Pacey had a devious smile. "Let's give it all we got. I'm dying to touch it!"

Jack and Pacey moved their hands on Dawson's monster. Both wrapped their hands around it, exploring it.

"Uuughhh yeah!" Dawson moaned.

"Wow! Feel his veins pulsing?" Jack asked.

Pacey nodded. "I feel it twitching in my hand."

Jack then put his whole hand down Dawson's pants and pulled out his balls. "Dang! Look at the size of his balls!"

Pacey's eyes widened. "What the fuck?"

Jack laughed. "Yeah, that's what I'm saying. Feel how heavy they are! So full of hot creamy cum huh Dawson?"

Dawson blushed. "Yeah."

"Let's drain these balls, what do you say Pacey?" Jack asked.

Pacey licked his lips. "I hope I can get my mouth around that thing."

"It'll be fun just trying!" Jack exclaimed.

Dawson's eyes widened. "No! I mean don't make me cum."

Pacey and Jack looked confused. "What?" They both asked simultaneously. 

Dawson turned red. "I can't cum. I cum too much."

Pacey and Jack laughed. "So what? I do too," Pacey said.

"Yeah me too," Jack agreed.

Dawson smiled meekly. "Yeah but when I say a lot, I mean A LOT!"

"Yeah? Well, we'll have to see about that," Jack said excitedly.

Both males circled Dawson's cock. Dawson watched his friends eagerly eyeing his huge cock. Jack stuck his tongue out and licked Dawson's cock from the base all the way up to the tip very slowly as if he were licking a Popsicle. Dawson's toes curled. Pacey watched Jack's long tongue licking Dawson's cock and it only made his mouth water. 

"My turn," Pacey said. He dove in and licked slowly just as Jack had.

Dawson's eyes widened. "Oh my God!" He rasped.

Then, both Jack and Pacey rushed to put Dawson's cock in their mouths. They bumped foreheads and burst out laughing. "Owww!" Pacey groaned.

"I wanted to put it in my mouth first, you asshole!" Jack said playfully rubbing on his forehead.

Dawson laughed. "One at a time ok?"

Pacey shot him an evil look. "Dawson now you're just being conceited. Just because you got two guys wanting to suck your monster cock."

Dawson blushed. "Ok who's going to go first?"

"I'll let Pacey go first, after all you two go way back," Jack said.

Pacey and Dawson exchanged devious smirks. Pacey didn't hesitate to dive in and suck his friend's cock. He put the head in first lightly sucking the precum the oozed out quickly. Tasting Dawson's salty flavor excited Pacey even more. 

"Mmm, I hear him slurping away. I bet you taste great Dawson," Jack whispered.

Pacey pulled his mouth away from Dawson's cock and smiled. "He does taste great. You wanna taste him?"

Jack nodded anxiously. He was expecting Pacey to let him suck on Dawson's cock. Instead, Pacey leaned closer and began to kiss Jack. Jack slid his tongue in Pacey's mouth and could taste Dawson's precum. Pacey backed his mouth away from Jack's, leaving Jack hungrier for Dawson's tangy taste.




Dawson's Cock



"Oh fuck! He is so damn good," Jack sighed.

"Hurry! Will one of you suck me? I need to cum!" Dawson urged.

Pacey handed Jack Dawson's cock. "Here you go. You know how to suck cock better than me. Let me watch you suck him first so I can learn."

Jack didn't pause. He opened his mouth and took in as much as he could of Dawson's big cock. He took in over eight inches. 

"Damn dude, you have no gag reflexes or what?" Pacey asked amazed on how much cock Jack could take in his mouth.

"Uh god! No complains here!" Dawson moaned.

Pacey watched Jack continue to suck Dawson off. Jack's lips moved up and down swiftly. Pacey was learning now how to suck a cock. He placed his hands on Dawson's engorged balls and massaged them gently. 

"Suck my nuts," Dawson begged.

Pacey gave Dawson a long wet kiss before he rushed to go suck on his big balls. Pacey licked Dawson's balls slithering his tongue on them like a snake. 

"Uhhhhh yeah!' Dawson groaned. "Lick them, suck them, tease them!"

Jack pursed his lips tighter on Dawson's cock. He was dying to know just how much sperm that monster cock could shoot out. Would it be enough to drown his mouth? Jack could always manage to swallow big loads, but he wondered if Dawson was just exaggerating. 

Pacey was now busy trying his hardest to suck on one of Dawson's balls. It was so big and loaded with cum that he could barely put his mouth around it. 

"Oh fuck! I'm so close! Better watch out!" Dawson shouted.

The room was filled with smacking sounds of Jack and Pacey as they both tried their hardest to make Dawson cum. Both were curious just how much their friend could cum. Pacey pulled Dawson's left ball out of his mouth and just as he was going to suck the right ball, he saw Jack's eyes widen.

"What the fuck?" Pacey asked.

"Ooooh fuck yes! Aahhhhhhhh!" Dawson moaned loudly.

Jack's face began to turn red. He quickly pulled Dawson's cock out of his mouth. A huge load of cum shout out of Dawson's cock. It wasn't any normal load that was for sure. Jack's mouth was filled with hot creamy cum. He couldn't swallow it all in time. 

"Yikes! You weren't kidding about cumming a lot!" Pacey exclaimed. 

"Uhhhh finish me off! Pacey put my cock in your mouth! Hurry!" 

Pacey did just that. He couldn't get as much as Jack had in his mouth, but he still got a good amount. He moved his lips up and down and his mouth soon began to flood with jizz. It was so hot and very salty. He chugged a good load down his throat but soon enough he too had to pull the monster out of his mouth in order to be able to breath.

"Oooh no! Don't stop!" Dawson cried out.

Pacey fought hard to swallow all the cum and then went back for more. It was as if Dawson could not stop cumming! It felt like gallons of cum were shooting out of his cock. Pacey couldn't take any more cum. It felt as if his stomach was already filled with sperm.

He pulled Dawson's cock out of his mouth and coughed as he choked on the last bits of cum he had swallowed. Jack slowly recovered from his swallowing. He grabbed Dawson's cock and began to jerk him off. 

"Yeah! Oh fuck I can't stop c-cumming!" Dawson groaned and more sperm shot out of his cock.

"Damn! He's not human!" Pacey gasped.

"He is. He's just so damn hot. Look at this! Oh shit!" Jack roared.

Suddenly Pacey's heart almost stopped. Sperm began to spurt out like heavy water! It hit Pacey's face and practically knocked him out of the bed. Jack watched in amazement as the cum continued to shoot out.

"Holy shit! You can put a fire out with this!" Jack laughed and continued to jerk off Dawson. 

Pacey got back up on the bed and pointed Dawson's cock to Jack's face. 

"N-No!" Jack yelled but it was too late. He too was knocked out of the bed and fell on to the floor.

Pacey finished jerking Dawson off. He could see Dawson's toes curled and his lips parted as he tried to scream in pleasure but nothing came out. Finally he seemed to stop cumming and soon enough only small drops of cum oozed from his cock. Pacey took his hand off Dawson's cock and moved up to kiss his friend. 

Jack got off from the floor covered with cum all over his face. The entire room was covered with hot jizz. 

"Damn this room smells like the ocean!" Jack teased.

All three laughed.

"You weren't kidding Dawson. Jesus! What do you do when you jerk off at home?"

Dawson blushed. "I have to make sure no one is home and then I play with myself having plenty of towels around me."

"I'd hate to see what that monster could do to my asshole," Jack said.

"I'd kinda like to see that," Pacey replied.

"Mmm," Dawson said licking his lips and eyeing Jack.

Jack turned red. "Ok, I'd love to see what it could do to my asshole, but first let's clean this mess up before it dries up.

"Yeah and afterwards, we'll see what else Dawson's cock can do," Pacey said eyeing his friend.

"Come here you two," Dawson ordered.

Both Pacey and Jack moved close to him and all three began to share a three-way kiss. Their tongues lashed out caressing one another filled with the taste of Dawson's cum.

Pacey looked at his friend and he seemed uneasy. "What's wrong Pacey?" Dawson asked.

Pacey looked at Jack and then back at Dawson. "I just wondered if after this we could still be friends."

"Oh you bet we can. We'll just be really good friends," Dawson winked at Pacey.

"Just as long as you don't start spending more time with Jack, then I'd be really jealous, "Pacey teased.

"I'll be spending time with both you. Now let's share one more kiss before we have to clean this mess up. Then I can make a huge mess in Jack's ass. How does that sound?"

"Sounds so fuckin' hot!" Pacey groaned.

The three kissed again. After cleaning up the mess, Jack discovered he could only take so much of Dawson's cock. Jack knew he would soon discover how much Pacey would be able to take. 

The End 



Dawson's Creek - Fuster-Cluck



With high school now behind them, Dawson with his Aunt Gwen, Pacey out to sea, and Jack in New York with his Dad; the damsels of Capeside felt deserted. Andie, Jen and Joey were determined to have a great summer without boys; there was just one problem....how? 

They realized that since they hit puberty, every single moment of their lives had been about boys. They had all turned 18 during the last few months and wanted to do something to document their rite of passage into the world of being a woman. 

They agreed to develop a plan to make sure that this summer they would take more risks, push the limits and do things they would never forget. With Dawson gone, his parents out of town for a few days, they decided Dawson's bedroom would be their headquarters. They agreed to meet that night to discuss a plan of action and each of them had to bring suggestions. Joey arrived first climbing through Dawson's bedroom window and she made herself at home. Sprawled on her belly sideways across the bed she did what any girl would do given the chance, she spied under his bed. 

She was not surprised to find some various girlie magazines. One was filled with college co-ed's trying earn some extra cash. "Oh cry me a river!" she said. 

Then there was one called Hollywood Sex Kittens. On the cover was actress Katie Holmes in her first topless appearance in the movie "The Gift". "Nice tit's you got there Katie!" she said as she flipped through the pages finding more topless photos of Ms. Holmes. "I'd do her," she said under her breath. 

For minute Joey seemed a bit puzzled and was looking in the mirror and then back at the photos and then said "Nah!!"

She was fascinated how great the girls looked and how most of them had shaved pussies and obvious boob jobs and curious why it made her horny to look at them. Glancing again in the mirror she pushed out her chest out to see how she compared to the girls in the magazines and let out an exaggerated gasp. As she continued to look at the pictures, her hand found its way down hers blue jean shorts and she began to massage her aching fuzzy pussy. She changed hands and so she could taste her salty fingers pretending that she was fingering the sexy redhead who was on the centerfold and was getting a taste of her goodness. 

She closed her eyes and she imagined that the redhead was between her legs eating her out and she was thrusting her pelvis in the air to allow her to go deeper and deeper. 

Then she cried out, "Oh God, eat me you bitch, suck on my clit, fuck me with your tongue you red-headed slut!" She removed her hand from under her pants, the short hairs on the back of her neck stood up and a cold sweat swept across her beautiful face. All of a sudden she was back in the land of reality and very much aware that she wasn't alone. She heard Jen clear her throat as she finished climbing in the open window and quickly acted like she was just scratching her crouch. Jen walked over and sat next to Joey and said "What's ya got there Potter?" 

Jen took the magazine from Joey and after noting Joey's page of choice to herself, she started thumbing through the other pages. 

"I'm surprised the pages are not stuck together" Joey said as she and Jen giggled. Andie McPhee walked in through the bedroom door and said "Hey Joey did you know that the Leary's keep an extra key under the door matt?" 

Jen replied "How would Potter know that, she always uses the window." 

Joey threw a pillow at Jen's head and she ducked just in time. 

Andie quickly took charge and said "I vote we bring this meeting to order, all agreed, say I." Joey seconded the motion, and the motion passed 

Andie was in her true element and said "The first order of business is to decide what do this summer, who to do it to and when and where to do it, any ideas?"

Jen raised her hand and Andi said "The floor recognizes Jen Lindley." "Of course you do, you know me Andie, and there are only three of us here anyway" Jen said a bit annoyed. Andie made a face sticking out her tongue out and said "Deal with it Lindley!"

Jen quickly snapped back and said, "don't stick that thing out unless you're prepared to use it, there are desperate times ladies." 

Andie wrinkled her nose not knowing what that had to do with her tongue and said "Whatever!!" "My idea is to kidnap a man, tie him up and sexually abuse, amuse and torture him!" Jen exclaimed. Joey quickly jumped in and said, "You know I want to get crazy too, but I don't want to get so crazy we will end up in jail." Jen smiled an evil smile and said "I have the perfect victim in mind and I guarantee he won't mind a bit. I'm talking about Kim Basinger 9 ½ weeks kind of torture not anything sadistic." Joey and Andie were not totally sold on the idea, but they did not have a better plan of their own to offer, so they were all in. 

By the end of the night, the trap was set; all they had to do was bait the hook. Jen always knew that she had judged Drew too harshly and felt she owed him an apology, some pussy and...more. Knowing Drew, and knowing that he had always wanted to screw her, made him an easy target and this would allow her to kill two birds with one stone. 

The next day, Drew received an envelope with detailed instructions telling him that he had a secret admirer who wanted to fuck him silly. That would be all of the enticement they needed to set things in motion. 

He was directed come to Dawson's house at midnight, place the blindfold provided over his eyes and not to speak or make a sound unless instructed. Drew was beside himself as he fantasized about his mystery lover. At first he thought it might be Joey, since Dawson was out of town, but what about his parents? Then it crossed his mind that it could be Dawson's mom, she was smoking hot and he had heard some tales about her being a horny slut of a woman. The more he thought about, he was sure it was Dawson's mother and maybe Mr. Leary wanted to watch. With that mystery solved, he was ready for his night with the Leary's. "I would so do your mom, Dawson old buddy," Drew said with a lustful grin. Arriving at the front door, he saw a white pill bottle with no label with a note that said take one. Drew recognized the blue tablets as Viagra and having always wanted to try some, he decided that four would better than one and downed them in one gulp.

Drew put on the blindfold and as he waited, it crossed his mind that Mr. Leary might want to do more than just watch and he started to worry. As he stood there thoughts of the movie Brokeback Mountain rushed through his head. Then he heard the door creak open and he was lead upstairs to what he thought was Mrs. Leary's bedroom. 

He was then pushed back onto a bed and was immediately handcuffed. Drew started to babble, but he was ignored by all. 

"Be gentle Mrs. Leary, this is my first time with a married older woman," Drew said with a smile. 

Jen was the first to make a move and she unbuttoned his shirt, then Joey undid his belt buckle and removed his belt and Andie giggled as she unzipped, zipped, and unzipped and his fly several times. 

Drew started to moan and said "Oh Mrs. Leary, take off my blindfold so I can see you naked, you hot bitch!" The girls were about to bust their guts trying not to laugh out loud and they all had to leave the room. When they came back, they had ice cubes, various fruits and a can of whipped cream among other instruments of torture. 

He had calmed down and than Jen pulled one pant leg and Andie pulled the other one until his jeans were off. His underwear was bright red and said "Tonight is your lucky night." 

Again they had to stifle their laughter as it was Joey's turn to contribute. Joey reached for the top of his underwear band and giving it a tug, Drew's cock sprung forward and hit Joey in the face. He Dick was huge, much larger than any Dick any of them had ever seen. 

Drew just kicked back with a big grin on his face and said "Mrs. Leary, its all yours." 

Drew was now naked and they could tie his feet to the bed post as planned. They had a difficult time tying their knots as none them could keep their eyes off of Drew's throbbing cock.

Jen was the first to touch it and did so as if it was a poisonous snake, but more she touched it the more she wanted to. Soon all three of the girls were checking out his one eyed man monster with admiration. 

Andie grabbed some ice and ran it from his throat over his nipples down his belly and his cock stiffened even more. Then Jen starting licking his balls and slowly worked her way up his cock as Joey and Andie sucked his nipples waiting on their turn. 

When Drew felt the first two mouths on him, he worried that one of them was Mr. Learys, but when he felt the 3rd one, he was clueless who they might belong to. 

Each of them had a different style in giving head. Jen concentrated on the penis head, darting her tongue around the base of his purple head, Andie liked to suck on his balls while he gave him a hand job and then would lick his dick as she changed hands. Joey preferred starting at the base and traveling slowly to the top, swallowed as much of his dick as she could and then back down again. 

After each girl took a turn sucking his cock, he finally erupted in Joey's mouth. She had given Pacey a few blowjobs when they dated, but she had never swallowed his cum before. She was surprised that she actually liked it. 

After they had their first successful tryst with Drew, it was time for refreshments and they feed him and each other grapes, strawberries and took turns squirting canned whipped cream in his mouth, on his nipples and swollen cock and licking it off. They were all amazed that he was still rock hard and they were determined to tame his one-eyed monster. 

It was time to remove the blindfold and continue the torture. Jen turned off the lights and lit candles all around the room. Andie slowly removed his blindfold and at first his vision was blurred and then everything became crystal clear. 

Drew was so relieved that Mr. Leary was not one of his three captors and overwhelmed that the three ladies were all on his top ten Capeside's most fuckable list. 

With the trio feeling empowered, the torture continues. The three ladies stood at the foot of the bed enjoying their victim's pleasure and his discomfort. Jen turned first to Andie and kissed her on the lips which Andie welcomed a little too much. Andie was so horny she was ready to hump a dog's leg. 

Then Jen turned to Joey and kissed her beautiful full lips long and hard. Jen seemed to really like kissing Joey and their hands began to fondle each others bodies. Instinctively, Jen began to undress Joey, and then Jen and Andie undressed each other. Once they were all in just their bra and panties. 

Jen shouted "Its time to get naked!" 

Jen feeling really bold and wanting the others to continue; she stood by the bed to give Drew the best possible view as she seductively removed her bra and panties. 

Drew hit his head against the head board in his excitement seeing Jen's cleanly shaved pussy and her perky breasts. 

Next Andie did a mock strip as she hummed a stripper tune and quickly took off her remaining clothes and again Drew wiggled his body in shear ecstasy. Andie seem to love showing Drew her freshly waxed pussy and she slowly rubbed her pussy and licked her fingers. 

Joey is again slow to react, but removed her bra and it seemed like her breasts sprung to life. Then her panties came off, she acted a little embarrassed that her pussy was freshly shaved for the first time and Drew was the first person to see it. 

Joey stood in front of Drew as if she was posing for a centerfold and said, "So how do you like it? I just shaved it today and I love the way it feels so silky, would you like to feel it Drew? Oh that's right, you can't can you?" Maybe I'll let you taste it if you're a good boy." 

Drew almost shot his load just watching Joey stand there and he wanted her badly. He was one of the few people ever allowed to see the famous Potter beaver. He felt honored. 

Jen knew that Joey had been fantasizing about being eaten out by another woman and wanted to help her out with that. So she lead Joey to the bed, had her lay down on her back across Drew's legs. After making sure that Drew had a good view, Jen smacked her lips and started to lick up and down Joey's long slender legs. 

Jen said, "Joey I'm going to eat you now, you are going to love it as much as Drew will love watching it. If you want me to stop, you better tell me now." 

Joey just closed her eyes and grabbed the back of Jen's head and pulled her face into her sweet pussy as Drew lost his mind. 

Joey felt Jen's tongue go places on her body that had never been touched before and she cried out! "Oh my god, don't stop, don't stop...."

Joey exhaled loudly and acted like she was having a hard time catching her breath as she pulled Jen face harder and harder against her pussy and held on for dear life. She came with such intensity that she shook the whole bed. 

Jen watched with eager anticipation, as Joey rolled over, found Drew's cock and began to suck it on it like it was a dime store soda. Drew held back as long as he could and then let go his spunk into Joey's mouth. 

Jen and Andie wanted their turn and Andie mounted Drew's face feeding him her pussy while Jen mounted Drew's stiff prick and rode it like a cowgirl on a mechanical bull. The Andie leaned back so she could kiss Jen and Jen could massage her breast all the while they never missed a stroke. 

It was about 5am in the morning and they all were worn out when they hear a car door slam outside. Looking out the window they saw Mr. Leary dropping off his wife Gail. 

Mr. Leary told his wife "You get some rest and I'll open the restaurant for the breakfast rush, see you at lunch." 

Joey's eyes were as wide as a Silver dollar and said, "We have got to get out of here fast!" Jen and Andie blew out the candles while Drew rattled his handcuffs asking for the key. 

The girls quickly grabbed all of their clothes they could gather and climbed out of the window down the ladder leaving Drew behind. A trail of dropped clothing lined the path to the dock. All naked and as they headed for Joey's boat, they realized there was no going back. 

It was a sight to see, three naked young women at 5am in the morning paddling a boat. At least Bessie thought so, she laughed so hard she peed her pants as the naked trio marched past her to Joey's room. 

Gail walked into the house and instantly knew that something was wrong. She grabbed a baseball bat and walked up the stairs going from room to room. 

As she entered Dawson's room, at first she thought that Dawson was home early. But when she saw Drew's huge cock and that he was handcuffed naked to Dawson's bed, she began laughing out loud. She looked at his cock like she had just won the lottery. "Drew what in the world do you think are you doing here?" she asked. 

Gail left the handcuffs in place as they talked and sat down at the foot of the bed. 

Drew told Gail how she had received the invitation that he thought was from her and how he was blindfolded and did not see any of the people that tied him up. 

All Gail heard was that he thought it was her. "So you came here because you thought I sent you the note?" She inquired. 

"Yes Mrs. Leary, I hoped that it would be you," Drew pleaded

Gail was flattered and the longer she sit there thinking about it, the hornier she got. She was rubbing her pussy through her dress without realizing it and only stopped when she placed her hand around the base of Drew's cock and began to pump it up and down. 

Drew said "You're not going to untie me are you Mrs. Leary?" 

She said "No Drew I'm not, not right away. We are going to have some fun first and we aren't going to say anything about it to anyone. Especially not to Mr. Leary...... will we?" 

Drew shook his head in agreement as Gail undressed and began sucking his cock. For a mother of two, she had the body of a twenty year old and the sex drive and 15-year old boy. She sucked his dick like a professional call girl that could make any man cum on a dime. 

She then took off his cuffs and he mounted her from behind and rode her to several orgasms as she screamed out her pleasure to the world. "Oh my God! Fuck me hard with that giant Dick and don't dare stop until I tell you, you can", demanded Gail. 

"Don't worry Mrs. Leary, I'll fuck you anytime you want." said Drew.

After Gale wore him out, she gave him some milk and cookies and he was released to go home as long as he promised to come back. Drew limped down the driveway with a huge grin on his face. As he walked he pinched himself hard to see if it was real and it was. 

A few days later, Jen, Andie and Joey each received a large envelope that contained a pair of handcuffs, a blind fold and written instructions. 

Each of them had been advised that should they want certain details about a certain abduction to remain quiet, they would meet their victim to finish what they started. But that's another story. 



Dawson's Creek - Summer Fun



It was a summer like no other I had ever known. I had spent the last three months with my Aunt Gwen. Aunt Gwen is my mother's much younger sister who looks and acts more like she is my age. It all seems so surreal that on my first day there I woke up in bed and had a perfect view of Aunt Gwen's art studio in the next room. She was busy painting and I just laid there admiring her natural beauty highlighted by the morning sunlight. 

I've always thought looked a lot like actress Julie Bowen who played Carol Vessey, the school teacher on the TV show Ed. I had jerked off to Carol Vessey more times than I care to admit. 

As she painted, she sat there wearing a very thin white tank top and matching cotton panties. She was not into wearing a lot of clothing and as I was staying so long, she was not going to change her habits on my account. She continued to paint as I watched and with every stroke of the brush, her perk breasts giggled ever so slightly. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and strained against her shirt. I didn't think she had noticed me watching her, but as she put down her brush, she stood up, smiled and walked toward me. 

"Good morning Dawson!" She said as she sat down on the side of my bed. She was starring at something that I had failed to notice. I had a very obvious erection that had formed a pyramid out of the thin sheet that covered me. 

I instantly thought that she would be offended and think that I was some sort of a pervert or something. 

Instead she calmly said, "Dawson, you are going to be here for three months and I don't plan on dressing any different while you're here. As a matter of fact, I seldom wear any clothes at all and I hope that won't bother you. She slid her hand up my leg and wrapped it firmly around my cock and said, "We can't have you suffering with blue balls all summer." 

Gwen stood up and slowly lifted her shirt over her head to reveal the first pair of real breasts I had ever seen in the flesh. They were perfect in size and shape like two grapefruits and her nipples were begging for attention. 

Next she motioned for me to remove her panties and told me to use only my teeth and tongue. I took my time licking her belly and belly button on my way down and then inched her panties down with my teeth a little at a time. Once her pubic mound was visible, I let my tongue slip down under the elastic band to tease her. As they dropped to the floor, I almost lost my load at sight of her hairless pussy. 

I'm not sure what the breakfast of champions is, but I know what I was having for mine from now on. I grabbed her butt cheeks with both hands and pulled her beautiful mound into my waiting mouth. It tasted like heaven on a plate and I knew I was probably doing it all wrong, but she just let me enjoy myself. 

Then she returned the favor, starting at my neck she licked me using crazy strokes like she was painting my body with her tongue working her way down to my balls. She sucked my balls while she rubbed my dick and then she teased the tip of my cock with her velvet tongue. She licked my dick up and down the length and did it so slowly with my eyes closed it felt like my cock was two foot long. I tried to hold back, but Gwen told me to cum in her mouth so she could taste me.   

I had come close to getting a blowjob when Jen's older half sister Eve talked me into taking my Dad's boat out for a joy ride. Eve had just got on her knees and started sucking me off when we crashed into the boat dock where Joey was working. While I would count that as a semi-blowjob, I can't remember any details. There's something about having a boat wreck, seeing your life long girlfriend stare in disbelief at you while another girl orally attached to your cock that makes things a little fuzzy.   

That morning Aunt Gwen gave me my first of many complete blowjobs. She taught me how to eat pussy properly and how to screw a woman silly. Gwen loved to be tied up with silk ties and have me lick her body from head to toe to get her ready to be fucked. Sex with Gwen was perfect as it was just sex, no emotions, no hang-ups, and no regrets. I guess you could call it an "aunt with benefits" arrangement. 

She had begun my education into the world of women that continued every night and day for the entire vacation. The house was very secluded and we spent the entire summer, swimming in the pool and sleeping together nude and always horny. Yes, I'll miss Aunt Gwen, but then there's always next year. 

So here I am, back at Capeside lying on my bed waiting for Joey to come through my window. We are both 18 and this is the first summer I have spent without her in a good while. I wonder if her summer was anything like mine. 

Joey was running a little late on our agreed meeting time and I began to wonder if she had missed me as much as I had missed her. Then I heard a thud on the roof. Moments later in poked the head of none other than little miss Joey Potter. She was beautiful as ever, wearing the cutest outfit that appeared to be a girl's school uniform. Her outfit consisted of a blue and gray plaid skirt and matching vest top with black knee high socks and loafers. The skirt was about three sizes too small and extremely short and her breast was trying to bust out of her white top. The skirt made her gorgeous legs look a foot longer than usual and the knee socks begged me to lick her legs from stem to stern.  

Before I could say anything she said, "Don't say a freaking thing Dawson!" I know what you're thinking, but it's all I had to wear. Bessie got on this weird kick and decided to wash all of my clothes while I was taking a bath. When I got out of the tub, it was either this, one of Bessie's aprons or my bath towel. Besides, I thought you might like me in this outfit." 

Joey spun around and bent over to reveal her white cotton panties and obvious camel toe. "What do you think?" Joey asked as she looked back at me between her legs. 

All I could do is wipe the drool off my chin and grin. When I regained my senses, I said, "Bessie should do her laundry more often, but before I could finish, she cut me off."

Joey did a few more sexy poses mocking Britney Spears and said, "Well I better change if we are going to have movie night, this outfit is very uncomfortable. Do you have something I can wear?" 

I said "sure top drawer, wear whatever you like." Joey grabbed my old football jersey from 3rd grade and went into the bathroom to change. As she walked off I saw her bare butt cheeks under her skirt and it gave me an instant hard on and I was already beginning to wish that she left that outfit on. 

When she came out she was wearing just a short crop top football jersey and a pair of tiny white cotton panties. The bottom half of her bare breasts were exposed like half moons under the jersey and her nipples were only partially covered. Then Joey said, "Good grief Dawson, you have seen me in my panties before, don't stare a hole in them!!!" 

We put in a movie and I tried to watch, but as she laid on the bed with her bare legs and butt in plain view, it was hard to focus on the movie. To make matters worse she kept rising up to adjust her breasts and let them dangle before she lay back down. Then she would arch her butt into the air and wiggle a few times always looking back to see if I was watching.  

When the movie was over she jumped up and said that she needed to change and go home. I protested saying "that she always spent the night on Movie night." 

She said, "Dawson, we are not the same anymore. We have changed over the summer, have you not noticed? You have a hard on that I can see a mile away and I have breasts and if I stayed....."

"Joey you have always had breasts!" I said. 

She replied, "Yes Dawson and you have always had a wiener, but your wiener and my breasts are much larger now and they have a mind of their own." 

"So if you stayed what would happen," I asked? 

"You know, we might get horny and things might happen," she replied. I took a moment to enjoy her standing there and pretending she wanted to leave, knowing she had every intention on staying. So I replied, "Oh Joey, I'm tired, get ready for bed and turn off the light!" 

Joey slowly stepped over to the end of the bed and said, "By the way I don't like to wear clothes to bed anymore and pulled her off her top." 

Her tits were magnificent as they bounced a little as she bent over and removed her panties and threw them at my head. Her breasts were round and firm about the size of large oranges. Like Gwen she too had a beautifully shaved smooth pussy and I couldn't wait to taste. It seemed like a lot of things had changed while I was gone. 

She got in bed and we were both on our backs side by side starring at the ceiling for about 10 seconds When Joey jumped up on the bed and straddled my face feeding me some of the best tasting pussy I had ever eaten. After bringing her to a couple extreme climates, she bend over and proceeded to blow me like she had been wanting to do it all summer. 

I told her, "I was going to teach how to give me a proper blowjob." However, after a few moments I realized she was either a natural or has had a lot of practice. Again I wondered if her summer was anything like mine.  

We fucked off and on for several hours in every position we knew and a few we made up. About two in the morning, we heard my parents outside my door laughing and applauding our endurance. So what I said, "It's not like I never had to hear them going at it." 

The next morning, we heard a knock on the door and expected to get a rash of crap from my parents. Instead Mom had left a tray with breakfast for two on the floor. We ate the Eggs, bacon and juice, but I put the honey, butter and jelly on Joey's nipples and pussy and ate her until she came a few more times.  

Dad didn't say much all day, he just grinned and padded me on the back a lot and called me stud. I think my Dad has a hard on for Joey too, hell the whole town probably does including my mom, how could you not? 

Things are so good with Joey and me; I might have to take her with me to see Aunt Gwen next summer. I'm sure the three of us can have a ball.