“Hi!”, he whispers sleepily as he presses forward against me
again. I grin as I look back at him and put my note-pad down beside
the bed.

“Hi beautiful,” I smile, “You were having a real dirty dream
again.” I tease.

Rafael smirks and glances downward, along his slender body,
seeing his little penis sticking out straight and parallel to his
lower belly, “Huh huh! I guess he is pretty stiff, huh?”, he
acknowledges. and then adds with a sleepy smile, “So why didn’t you
wake me up?”

I shrug. “I like watching you. So what happened? It looked
like you were really enjoying it”, I tease again.

The boy giggles, somewhere between innocence and obscenity,
then changing to the later he whispers, “Let’s fuck, okay? I’ll
tell you later.”

I smile at the boy’s vulgar desire expressed so shamelessly,
so openly. He is only eleven and he is physically immature but he
is also easily and often aroused. His crude and uninhibited lust
seems playfully innocent. It is still a game to him. He sits up
grinning cheekily, ready and eager to play. “Come on,” he teases,
as he reaches his small warm hand down and grasps my penis tightly,
“Lemme get him real hard first, okay?”

But although he is playful, Rafael is anything but innocent.
Others before me have seen to that. I know very little about the
boy before he was ten years old. What Rafael remembers he prefers
to try to forget. From what he has told me I know that his first
sexual experience occurred before he was eight years old. There
have been many more in the three years that followed.

We live in my condominium on an island on the East Coast. There
is a spectacular view of the marshes and the InterCoastal Waterway.
Our boat is moored outside, less than twenty five feet from the
terrace. There are two bedrooms. The bedroom that Rafael and I
share is on the second floor, it opens via a cathedral ceiling to
the living room below. There is a sunny but very private deck next
to the bedroom and I had a jacuzzi installed there shortly after
Rafael came to live with me. We often use it before we go to bed.

His dream has intensified
and he whimpered slightly, his naked body tensing slightly and then
relaxing as his breathing quickened. I felt the moist heat of his
groin, the small rigid cock squeezing alive and strong between us.
I kissed him gently on the forehead, smoothing his hair back as I
kissed his cheek, hoping that the guy was dreaming of me, wanting
desperately to wake him, to hold him tightly and whisper my love
to him. Then the boy pulled away slightly, moaning quietly, his
breathing quickened and then strained as his buttocks
clenched, tensing, then suddenly writhing in unconscious ecstasy.
His body arched, his slender legs kicking back the sheet, then his
buttocks pressed back again. I grinned, looking along his
slender body, the sheet now bunched at his knees
and revealing most of his naked body and I see his aroused cock
poking rudely out from his mounded pubis. The tiny blue-
purple veins were swollen in the guy’s wedge-shaped cock. His
penis, even when it is fully erect, is short, a bit less than
four inches long. The rounded delicate tip is hidden by foreskin. It is tight and it is drawn to a wrinkled little orifice.
When retracted, I know that the head of his penis is like a tiny
bell, its sensitivity enhanced by the protection of his foreskin.

I know that sooner or later I must write this all down. He is
growing up, my first memories of the boy are less certain now, the
details grow hazy every passing day. This morning, as I lay back
in the pillows I decided to begin. The story that follows is based
upon what I have discovered myself, from what Rafael has told me,
and from what can be reasonably supposed about his life before I
came to know him. The story is a long one, it’s a story that is sad
but one which needs to be told. Too many people don’t understand,
or don’t want to understand. This morning I picked up a writing pad
and began to write. This is the story of another way to live, of a
boy who discovered that he could play in the major leagues. Most
of the names of people, the clinic, and the institution where
Rafael lived have been changed, though the protection I have given
them is undeserved in all but one case.

I decided, as I looked at him, that he is incredibly beautiful
and I gently brush the smooth satin skin with my hand. I have
watched people’s heads turn and look at him when we are out
together. I have seen men and women stare at the beautiful boy and
I sense that they are attracted, enamored of the boy with the lithe
graceful body. I know they wonder whether I am his father or merely
a friend. The boy feels deliciously warm and his body seems to glow
with energy and life. His skin is perfectly smooth with the silky
oiliness of a child, a dry warmth emanating from a lustrous brown
body.

This morning I awoke slowly, becoming gradually aware of the
boy lying beside me, his arm draped casually over my chest, his leg
over my legs, his face pressed against my shoulder, his cheek hot
against my skin. His breath was moist against my skin as his chest
moved rhythmically though barely visible unless I looked closely.
He stirred, his body pressing closer, a slight tremble passing
through him like a little quiver and then he settled down again,
back to sleep, his body unmoving.

For a long while I looked at the boy lovingly, his dark hair
glistening in the early morning light as it filtered though the
trees outside the window, steadily getting lighter as morning came.
The boy’s hair is the color of dark mahogany, not black, but a rich
dark brown. His hair is long and slightly curly and it lay tousled
on the white pillow and over my shoulder. It is soft like silk but
it has a surprising amount of body in it. His eyes were closed, his
eyelids almost translucent, his eyebrows long and thin, almost
feminine. The boy’s lips are pale and full and they are open
slightly, revealing perfectly shaped white teeth. His skin is much
darker than mine, a golden-bronze from head to toe, not even a shade
lighter at his thighs and hips because for the last two months he
has spent almost every afternoon in the nude. He tans beautifully
but he has the advantage of his heritage. His rich dark tan comes
from our two months together on Phaenon. I should explain that
Phaenon is our 34 foot yacht. Built in Canada in 1990 and engineered
to one of the highest standards in the world, the boat is something
Rafael and I treasure for the wonderful times that we have shared
aboard it. This summer we spent two and a half glorious months
cruising down the Inter-coastal Waterway to Florida, and then
across to the Bahamas and the other islands of the Caribbean. We
returned only two days ago.

Jag’s hands, freed from duty ion the cock, slid easily over Anton’s body, massaging, pressing, brushing, tickling. He knew all of
the right spots to give attention to. When his mouth had carried Anton
beyond any chance of refusing, his fingers explored his anus – tickling the puckered hole till it relaxed. Then an exploring finger entered, searching for the walnut shape that was the prostate gland -
the seat of orgasm. When the shattering, shuddering climax came, that
gland was stimulated from inside and outside. The other hand wrested
the last ounce from the balls as the flood of seminal fluid exploded
from the spunk store, crashing through the prostate, to fly in spasmodic wads up through the straining, surging shaft, filling Jag’s
mouth and throat faster than he could cope with it, and flooding out
down the sides of the pulsing, dying rod. Later Jag licked him completely clean – ready for the companion whom Anton would certainly now
accept to share his bed for the night…

Anton was indignant at first, but the idea had been planted in his
mind, and soon spread to his loins. Though his mouth refused, his penis showed a different opinion. It soon became clear that he would
have to allow Jag to help him for there was to be no privacy for self
relief. And the painful hardness showed relief was necessary. Anton
submitted to Jag’s hands. Jag expressed a wish to help him enjoy himself as much as possible. When the act was thoroughly underway, and
his hands were controlling Anton to a near climax, he had suggested
that Anton allow him to use his mouth to make the act even more pleasurable. Anton, who if in a less excited state who most certainly have
recoiled from the suggestion, gave a silent acquiescence to Jag, whose
warm mouth soon enclosed his shaft.

Jag had then taken his clothes off and had lain on his bed reading. After a while he expressed surprise that Anton was still dressed
and asked him if he were feeling cold. He explained that the heating
in the rooms was automatically increased in the later evenings. Anton
had then removed all but his underpants.

It was fairly obvious that Anton had been observing Jag’s body,
and Jag had been trying his best to show his best features without
making it too obvious that he know he was been examined. Clearly Anton
was too virginal to make any overtures, so Jag took the initiative. He
asked Anton if he had had sexual release that day. He stated that he
would be obtaining relief himself with a friend later, but stated that
he would be happy to assist Anton if he required it, and that he would
try to have the another friend fetched so that Anton could have someone to sleep with himself if he desired.

As Anton entered, the lithe figure that had been lying on one of
the bunks arose to a relaxed position of attention to greet him. He
was about a year older than Anton, though he looked perhaps a little
younger than him. In many ways he was similar, a little lighter in
build, but clearly athletic. He was black haired, with a light olive
skin – the hair thick on his head and brows, but his body clear, ex-
cept for the inevitable dusting on his legs and lower arms. The per-
fect tan of him was the product of hours under the sun, with due care
to the arrangement of lighter and darker shadings to emphasise his
good looks. He had chosen to keep his sexual midriff white, always
wearing briefs, because he liked the bright contrast of the darker
stomach and thighs and the dramatic shock of thick black pubic hair.
He answered to Jag, or `Lightning Loins’. His voice was as smooth as
his skin and as dark as his hair.

Slowly Klaudio worked. This had to be a good one – a better one
than a quick hand job – but he could use only limited resources for
fear of spooking his charge. A short burst of speed had Anton groan-
ing, and the feet started working. His hands, which had released the
grip on the sheets now clutched them again, but from ecstasy not fear.
His body began to arch up, but Klaudio knew how to change his grip at
the right moment, holding him there for a full minute before reducing
the stimulation to allow him to get his breath. Anton’s face now
looked very different. The strain that showed there now was from a
different stable, and the open mouthed smile was real.

Five times did Klaudio make his loins rear up and hold him there,
until he was crying out to be allowed to come. Then he came – shooting
high to land on his taut, flat belly. Klaudio risked trapping the
later spurts with his lips pressed to the eye of Anton’s glans: he was
too far gone to notice even if he had bitten the end off. He reeled
back, practically in a faint. By the time he was taking notice again,
Klaudio had cleaned him up and zipped his flaccid weapon back into his
fly, and began the language lesson as if nothing had happened.

Anton’s eyes were still firmly clenched, as if he were gripping
his courage with the lids. His lips were pulled into a rictus, like a
smile but clearly not one. He needed to relax if he were to enjoy it.
Klaudio quietly changed his grip, and moved up the bed to kneel beside
his loins. Then with his free hand he gently stroked Anton’s forehead.
At the unexpected contact, his eyes sprang open. Klaudio cupped his
hand beneath his neck, casually grazing the erogenous zone behind his
ear, and raised his head so that they could look at each other. Klau-
dio raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: a clear gesture meaning,
“Am I doing it right? Are you enjoying it?”

Klaudio changed hands, so that he had a one free to stimulate his
balls and upper inside thighs. He knew how far he could go with this
at this stage. There must be no hint of a movement towards the anus;
even the sensitive point at the root of the scrotum was out of bounds
at this stage. It must be purely penile, this orgasm.

But Klaudio gave the merest touch with the side of his bent fore-
finger to the underside of the glans. The corona of the penis flared.
He moved his other hand to cup above the shaft, as if warming himself
at its heat. Then slowly he began a two hand movement – the lower hand
a gentle fist the lower joints of whose fingers formed a knobbly flat
platform moving along the underside of the penis, while the other hand
formed a coving arched over the fist, gently trapping the shaft be-
tween them. Slowly it moved up and down the tool, sometimes gripping
enough to move the skin over the hard shaft, sometimes barely grazing
it. Sometimes the hands would move at different speeds, chafing the
surface; sometimes the knuckles or the joints of the fist would be
brought into play, their harder knobbles kneading the surface.

But Klaudio knew what he was doing. He had become a doctor with a
friendly but detached beside manner. He looked at Anton’s face more
than his organ, obviously concentrating hard on his pronunciation.

Then he decided to go for it. With one hand he made the unmistakeable gesture on the forefinger of his other of frigging, and repeated
the word for wank three times. He looked expectantly at Anton. “Do you
want me to wank you.” It was a neutral request – still the friendly
doctor offering treatment. Anton froze. Klaudio looked at him patiently, and was just at the point of asking again, when Anton grabbed
at his hand and pulled it into the general vicinity of his groin. He
closed his eyes, flung his head back and gripped the sheets. The patient was tensed for the cut of the knife!

Then he closed his eyes, flicked the light switch, and rolled over
on his side to sleep.
Anton looked towards the door at the sound, then dropped a hand
quickly to his crotch, to flatten his erection and to conceal it? His
hand gripped his weapon. Feverishly he pulled at the unfamiliar zip,
but by the time Klaudio had entered, his penis was still exposed. Anton froze.

Klaudio stood facing the bed, and smiled. With an exaggerated expression of delight, he started to point to the various parts of the
prick, repeating their names. His pointing finger got closer and
closer, but still he did not touch it. As he got very close, Anton’s
hands clutched at the surface of the bed. How long would he bear this
language lesson, before grabbing his tool and stuffing it hastily away
inside his trousers?

Completely still, with his eyes closed, for about a minute, then
wiping the spunk from his stomach and hand. He began to milk the re-
maining juices from his dying cock, pulling upwards with the tip of
his forefinger pressed hard into the underside of his organ. He wiped
the gland carefully, so that the foreskin, now beginning to bunch be-
low his glans, wouldn’t stick too painfully when it had return to the
protection position. Finally he cleaned the mirror, before folding the
towel under his prick’s tip to mop up any last weeping.

Too late did his ball hand clutch for the towel, for the first wad
was already airborne, flying to land above his navel. The twist of his
body sent the second jetting to a splatter on the side mirror. He was
obviously very full, for the third spasm also sent a glob into the
air, landing on his still pumping wrist. He spasm again and again, but
this time producing floods of more liquid spunk which flowed warmly
down onto the top of his hand. He spasmed a six and seventh time too,
but this time nearly dry – just a wide working of the glistening eye
of his dick. Then the pent-up breath was released.

Then again he relaxed. He reached a hand up to move the book,
placing it upright on the bed, propped against the side mirror wall of
the alcove and turned the upper part of his body so that he could
stare at it.

And his eyes thus engaged, he resumed the pumping action. A looser
grip at first, his hand sliding farther up and down the shaft, then a
tighter grip at the top, the side of his finger digging into the sen-
sitive point. He meant to complete the job this time.

His other hand was cupped to his bollocks, the forefinger digging
into the root of the shaft beneath the taut skin. Did he mean to halt
the flowing? His hips and thigh reared up once more, his toes and feet
twisting the sheet into knots beneath them. The sheen on his glans was
lost as the pores open up with the climactic blood flow. He would
come! He would come!

Relaxed – pumping not stopped, but much slowed, and the hand pres-
sure minimal. The he slipped the hand up higher, and began to caress
the point below the glans with the side of his finger. Some fluid had
formed at the eye of his shaft and he slicked it down over the point
as a lubricant.

He began to pump once more in this higher position. His sweat-
dewed face, mouth wide open in rictus of excitement; between the tun-
nel of his legs, the balls, now pulled high and close as orgasm
neared. His shaft was indeed now bending back over his belly as he
left the plateau for the summit.

He closed the book, laid it flat on his stomach, and passed a hand
down to grasp his shaft, then he began the work of the hand on the rod
of iron. His technique was obviously practised, but unsophisticated.
Writhing; delicious: he was a toe wiggler. The thigh muscles filled -
full buns with deep side hollows and a clean division between the
curve of the bun and the straighter convexity of the under-thigh. As
the knees came up, the deep top grooves were clear, and most inviting.

The first stage of erection was complete, the ridge of skin below
the corona disappearing into smoothness as the penis filled to its
last inch. He used the towel to remove some of the stickiness from his
plum, wincing a little at the touch of the rough cloth.

Still Anton just lay there, admiring what was certainly very much
to be admired. Then he reached up for a picture book, the stiff member
wobbling in its weak rooting as his upper body arched. He brought the
picture of one beauty to the surface of the bed beside his loins. He
held the open book above his midriff for a long time, look at it, but
making no attempt to stimulate his organ. Apart from the occasionally
pulsing which is natural in an unattended erection, there was no obvious reaction in his tool.

He switched on the bedlight, and lay admiring the growing weapon.
By now it was no mere stiffy, but a tree in full flare. He watched the
taut skin pulling slowly back across the glistening plum-surface of
his close textured glans. There was no quick flick of the fingers this
time: he was taking his time. When the skin finally caught up on the
flaring corona, the upturned rim of his glorious helmet, he pressed
down with both hands on his pubic lawn, stretching the skin on the
shaft enough to clear the rim.

He transferred his forefinger to the other side of the shaft, and
hooked it below it, supporting it so that the glans, by now doubled in
size, was raised up. His thumb rubbed the upper surface of the shank,
and more fingers joined in the support. He took the hand away, to re-
assure himself of the presence of the towel, to catch the sperm and
perhaps to cover himself in case of an intrusion. When he removed his
hand, the shaft supported itself.

After going to bed, showered and, of course, naked, Anton had lain
awake for some time. Then he got up again and fetched the hand towel
from the wash-station. He placed this by his hips when he lay down.
His intention was obvious. He was lying on his back, with his left
hand caressing the inside of his thigh, and nuzzling up against his
balls. His forefinger began stroking the adjacent testicle. His other
hand was flat on his stomach. His penis lay where it had flopped, the
glans between the other ball and his thigh. It was clearly stirring.

The upper hand began to migrate south, stroking the sensitive skin
of the smooth area between the navel and the pubic hair. He had a
thick forest, but low down and with a clean upper line. When they
reached the root of his phallus, he parted his forefinger and second
finger, and ran this vee down to embrace the thickening shank. A few
pushes, with the fingers curving down to engage with the upper scro-
tum, and the glans looked distinctly heavy.

Chad came in the tent and I stopped abruptly. He sat down in
front of us with a smug look on him. “I know what you did last
night,” he said, matter-of-factly.

I didn’t move. Jamey tensed. I could feel his heart starting to
pound. I wasn’t sure what to think but I knew I needed to keep
my composure.

“And what was that??” I questioned.

“You sucked him…I heard you. I even saw you.” Chad grinned.
Jamey was thinking about dying. “Supposed I would tell dad??”

I leaned up on one elbow. “Well if you tell, I’ll personally
kick your ass.” I paused. “And if you DON’T tell, I might do to
you what I did to your brother…that is if you want it.”

We awoke well after dawn broke. Chad got up before us, opened
the tent to bright sunlight and this day was obviously warmer.
The sun had warmed the tent’s interior so it was nothing like the
chill we’d felt when we got into our sleeping bags the night
before. But it was a very warm and cozy night.

My morning hard on was bigger than usual for my dick was up
against my naked Jamey’s backside. I reached around and squeezed
him several times…whispering for him to wake up. As he did, he
came to the consciousness of where he was, who he was with, and
what we had done. He grinded his bottom into my hardness and his
dick sprang to erection. We just laid there for awhile while I
stroked him and rubbed my hands over his belly and across the top
of his hip which was next to mine.

“Well that was good. I never came so hard as I did just then.

“Big brother knows how to treat you, Jamey…its our private
little secret…my gift to you,” I whispered and then held him
close.

“I…I dont think I can do that to you.” Jamey felt obviously
badly that he wasn’t ready to reciprocate.

“It’s okay, pal.” I reassured him. “I’d like you to jack me off
if you would…but you don’t have to.”

“No, I can do THAT…at least THAT.”

With that, Jamey’s hand reached down and he worked my dick
as he usually worked his own. I snuggled my face into his brown
hair and thought about his lovely body. When the time came, I
fished up my shirt with my feet and prepared for what was a very
intense orgasm into his hands.

“More?” I asked.

“Yeah, alot more please.” With his answer, I went back down to
service him. I carressed his back, and his backside. Then I
motioned for him to turn over and he did, eagerly. I put my
cheek on his belly with my mouth just inches way from his rock
hard fourteen year old dick which was plenty moist by this time.
I massaged the shaft of his dick with my hand and slid my face
down the inch or two required to meet the end of his cock with my
lips. I danced my tongue across him and the muscles in his groin
flexed as if he were trying to make his boyhood even longer.
Then I went down on him, making him wet all around and I sucked
on it. I could tell he was enjoying it for he moved his hips so
as to stroke into my mouth. In almost no time, his penis
throbbed and he ejaculated in two or three grand spurts. I
hungrily swallowed his semen and sucked on it and squeezed his
dick as if milking it to get it all. Boyjuice.

Jamey was almost panting…being as quiet as he could but his
chest heaved up and down. I got the lad off good! For the next
minute or two, I attended to his private places…just kissing
his softening dick and his balls and his slender thighs. Making
him warm all over with my lips and my fingers. Finally I
straightened up in the sleeping bag, slipped my leg back between
his and put my arm around him. Face to face, I said. “That pal,
is what they call a good blow job.”

I easily was able to put my
face on his ass. His legs were wide apart, one between my legs
and the other on the far side of our double wide sleeping bag. I
rubbed my cheek against his asscheek and continued playing with
is balls and inner thighs and fanny with my hand. How I loved
the soft but firm skin of his hairless ass. I turned my mouth to
his fanny now and just made playful nibbles over the round sides
and even at the middle. He was not totally relaxed. He kept his
cheekmuscles tightened so I just licked the crack lightly up and
down but I must have grazed his bumhole for he stuck his ass
straight up in the air, deciding he liked that. I was breathing
heavily and the air in the sleeping bag was getting stale. So I
just gave him one long deep lick, paused for afew seconds on his
asshole and then came up for air.

“I don’t believe you’re doing that.” Jamey said. “But it does
feel mighty good!”

“I figured you liked that, little stepbrother,” I said. “But I
ran out of air.”

He made a larger opening at the top and then kicked the inside of
the bag, effectively sucking in a fresh air supply. Up and down
he expanded the bag so there was an exchange of cool Texas night
air in the bag.

“Naked,” I said slowly and I ran my hand from his shoulder, down
his chest, across his bare hip and down his thigh. I put his
free hand on my chest and I put my hand back to his stiff dick.
I felt a drop of precum on the end and I made circular motions
with it on the head. “You’re gonna move too fast, I can tell.” I
said, “let me just rub you all over.” I turned him again so he
was laying on his belly. He had to raise up because while the
sleeping bag was roomy, it wasn’t that big. I remained on my
side and drew one leg up across the back of his legs and then i
proceeded to rub his back and his fourteen year old ass, which
was very firm and very smooth. As my fingers found their way to
the bottom of his crack, he spread his legs out further. I
reached with my fingertips down and tickled the back of his
ballsac. He lifted his hips and arched his back so to give me
more reach and I took advantage and played with his balls from
behind him. He laid there passively feeling every touch, which I
made sure was light and tender. I lowered myself as much as the
bag would allow and managed to get under the covers…and I put
my head on the small of his back and while I played with his
scrotum, I pushed my face further down, trying to get the cheek
of my face to the cheek of his fanny.

I hadn’t had a lot of experience but I’ve sucked and been sucked
and I jacked off with one of my friends and
not just a few times.

We talked some more. I hadn’t really thought about doing
anything with Jamey but as our
legs sometimes touched, it certainly crossed my mind. At first I
wasn’t comfortable talking about sex with a nearly naked guy in my sleeping bag but he brought it up. He asked me
when was the first time I’d had sex.

“You mean with a girl?” I didn’t even think about the
ramification of what I had said. He paused.

“No…with anybody.”

I thought about it for minute. “Well, I fooled around when I was
about nineteen with a girl but we didn’t do much….When I was about
your age…I’ll admit it…I had a jack off friend. He was my
best friend. It was better than doing it alone.”

Jamey didn’t say anything and that worried me…here I was in a
sleeping bag with him and both of us were in our underwear.
“Does that bother you?”

“No…I have a friend who asked me if I wanted to watch him jack
off…but I just didn’t want to…I’m not sure why.”

I prodded him. “You WERE a little curious, tho, weren’t you?”

“Yeah….I’ve thought about it some since then.”

“Yeah…that’s how we started out.”

“You did it more than once?” Jamey asked.

“Did you guys ever suck each other?” Jamey was getting pretty
curious…more than just a little, I thought.

“Yeah…and this has making my dick hard…are you sure you wanna
talk about this?” My honesty sometimes even takes me by
surprise.

“Well we don’t have to…I’m just curious,” he answered.

“Well, if you’re that curious, we can do more than talk…I don’t
mind at all.”

“Well, I’m a little shy…that’s okay.”

I turned onto my side and faced him. And I reached over and
grabbed his outside arm and gently pulled him towards me so he
then rolled over and we were face to face.

“I’m not so bashful,” I whispered. “But what about Chad?”

“Hey, he’s out like a light…always is.”

I moved my legs and slipped one between his calves just below the
knees. Jamey was much shorter than I. And I reached my hand
down, found his penis and gave him a little squeeze through his
underwear. He was hard.

“You’re not CURIOUS…you’re READY,” I giggled quietly and then I
massaged his dick some more. It was sticking straight towards me
under his shorts. Then I reached for his hand which was still at
his side and brought it down to my own hard cock. He squeezed my
meat and I went back to squeezing his. He started jacking me
off.

“Go easy, pal” I said. “Lets make this last.” I couldn’t see
his face in the darkness of the tent but I heard his exhale so I
knew he grinned. “I’m getting plenty warm in here now, Jamey”

“That’s for sure,” he agreed. I stopped playing with his dick
and ran my hand across the top of his hip and to his waist and
back.

“Let’s get out of these…lift your hips up.” He did and with
that, I reached down and slipped his underwear down onto his
thighs. He kicked them down and as he did so, I slipped my own
jockeys off. “Total body,” I said and I pulled his shirt up
towards his arms. He took the cue and leaned away from me and
slipped off his shirt. When he finished, I did the same.

I sat facing him. We talked a few minutes but very few for it
was getting too chilly. I followed his lead and slipped into my
bag as he got into his own. The opening of the two bags faced
each other so we laid there face to face and talked. I really
was cold because I wasn’t used to this and I told him I wasn’t
sure I was going to be able to survive.

“I need somebody to keep me company in here…to warm me up,” I
ventured.

“Well, Chad and I used to sleep together…it IS warmer that
way.”

The prospect of warming up next to Jamey warmed me for a couple
reasons. “Well I sure don’t mind if YOU don’t….youre place or
mine?”

Jamey’s eyes twinkled, innocently, I think. “Your place…you’ve
got the bigger sleeper. He unzipped and then I did and I opened
up the sleeping bag for him. Jamey opened his all the way and
spread it out on top of us to make a top cover and then he
crawled in. There was plenty of room in this bag for me but when
he got into it and zipped us up together, it was cozy. We’d
brought pillows from the house so we were comfortable enough but
as we laid on your backs, we were touching and I admit to
enjoying that touch. I had told him earlier about my experiences
with girls but I didn’t tell him that I also enjoy boys too.

More laughter. “Yup,” I said, turning to Chad. “You probably
get a workout jacking off your brother at night…BIG muscles.”
More laughter yet. The subject changed and changed several times
more…to more innocent things. Chad was the first to get tired
and we decided to turn in. The fire was down and it was getting
chilly so we got up, went into the tent and laid out our sleeping
bags. I was grateful for a soft foam mat that would protect me
from this Texas ground. But it was cold.

Jamey unzipped his bag and laid down on it. And he peeled off
his shoes and socks and his jeans. “You’re gonna freeze your ass
off, bro!” I said. But I also took a long look at his spindly
legs.

keep you warm.” he answered, turning to me. “Put your shoes and
socks and your pants at the bottom of your bag and they’ll stay
warm for morning.” He sat cross legged in front of me and i
gazed down at his basket. He noticed. I followed suit and
removed my shoes and socks and I also took off my pants. Chad
had already slipped into his bag and he had removed his inside
and had laid down and was even quieter than usual. He was on the
far side, Jamey was in the middle and I was next to him.

Jamey was a pretty trendy kid. He swore a lot and he was pretty
impressed with the stories I told him about my life which wasn’t
nearly as expensive as his. Actually, Jamey was a pretty kid
too. I guess he looked abit like Will Wheaton in his younger
days. Boyish, alittle sensitive. Wishing he was bigger and
maybe tougher than he was. I told him about girls and my dating
experiences. When we eventually got around to talking about sex,
I realized how little these two knew, other than what the cows
do. He was a wannabe kind of a kid. “Wanna be” cool, “Wanna be”
a hot dog with the girls. He hadn’t so much as had a finger in a
girl’s little pussy.

“Well, I didn’t either, at your age, Jamey.” I reassured him.
“But I knew Rosie Palm and her five daughters real well,” I added
with a laugh. I expected him to laugh too but he just had a
questioned look.

“My hand…dicksucker…my hand!” I curled my fingers around and
motioned up and down between my legs.

Jamey finally got it. He laughed. Chad giggled.

“Course you guys…being from Texas…” I went on, entertaining
them. I made a big circle with my hands about a foot in diameter
and pretended to jack off a two foot dick between my legs, “you
boys from Texas are probably so BIG you have to help each other
out!”

I must have had my head examined for agreeing to campout this
weekend with my younger stepbrothers. Chad and Jamey were the
sons of my dad’s second wife and I wasn’t that excited about
coming to Dallas anyway over spring break. I figured a Texas
April would be warm but tonight, it was colder than I expected
and the skies looked mighty threatening on the ranch’s east
range. I think Dad and Roz were just trying to get rid of us and
they decided I would babysit the boys.

So we’d packed up the camping gear and taken Dad’s pickup on the
ten minute drive to the rolling hills that were his biggest
cowpasture. The boys knew it well for they’d always lived here
but Dad married into ranching. I’d known nothing about this and
of course Dad didnt’ either…but then when Roz has as much money
as she does, he doesn’t have to.

Chad’s a quiet eleven year old and Jamey’s fourteen. Neither of
the boys were as Texan as I’d always thought they should be but
the did know the camping routine. It was, after all, their
camping stuff. They drafted me to do the cooking tonight so we
built your basic fire, ate steaks and potatoes and as darkness
took the spring landscape, we sat around the fire. It was nice
but I wasn’t all that impressed with making conversation with a
couple of boys I didn’t really know all that well. So we talked
about school, ranching, Texas–of course, and our parents. They
wanted to know about life with Dad before Roz so I told em about
that and my mom, who I’ve lived with for most of my life.

He got up and went over to
the VCR and started rewinding the tape. While he was standing there
with his back to me, in his sweats, I could see the crack of his
bubble butt. I now realized he was trying to tell me something and
I shook in anticipation. He had set the tape back to the part with
the two guys again, and he stood in front to the TV for a few moments
wathing it. Then he walked back toward me, with that barely contained
erection standing tall, but instead of returning to the other end
of the couch, he walked up and stood right in front of me. Now his
toes were touching mine, and his giant hardon was pointed right at
my nose only a few inches away. God, how I wanted to just reach up
and jerk those sweats down. I mumbled something about do you realize
what you are doing to me and he replied “Yes, so”. I reached up and
put both my hands on the sides of his trip waist and he shuddered.
I then took my right hand and rubbed the tip of his dick with the
back of my fingers through his sweats. I instant I did a wet spot
of precum appeared on the front of his sweats. I looked up and his
eyes were closed and he had a smile on his face. I could no longer
resist and I reached up took the waist band of his sweats in both
hands and pulled them down around his ankles. For the first time
there was his beautiful cock right in front of my face. If was thicker
than I expected, every bit of 7″, straight and tall and perfectly
cut. The shaft was swollen slightly larger than the head and looke
d like it was just made to slide into something or somebody. His
ball were large and drawn tight and solid, his pubic hair was prue
blond and lighter than the hair on his head. The sight of him and
the musky smell almost made me cum in my pants right then.. I took
his cock in my mouth and began to suck him off while rubbing his
balls. After a minute or two of me sucking and Shay gently pumping
he pulled away from me. He looked down at me and said this really
feel good, but I want to do it together so lets go into your bedroom.
This would be the first time Shay had ever slept in my bed. I went
to the bathroom and undressed to my briefs. When I entered my bedroom
Shay was sitting on the side of my b and I walked up to him and stood
as he had to me. He looked at my hardon through my shorts and then
pulled them down and began sucking me off. We fell onto the bead
and began sucking each other until we had both shot giant loads down
each others throat. Later that night we both fucked each others virgin
asses. That night was the beginning of five years of Shay and I living
together and being lovers…. Kenny would return from time to time
and I would stray for a night…. and Cody would replace Shay years
later………

Then there were
the jeans and the shorts of all sorts. One of my favorites was a pair made
with soft grey cuordoroy. There would be harder looks, but this number was
perfect for giving the sense of a kind of soft dusky strength to Jon’s
wonderful legs and strong ass. I recall snuggling up into his ass, tracing
his soft and smooth but strong thigh with my hand. Heaven! He would
press his ass down into my face and I would worship, finally pulling down
the veil covering this holy element, communing on his creamy warm bread. I
would divide it carefully and lick the length of the buttery channel,
stopping briefly to give special devotion to his immaculate wet hole.
Meanwhile he would masturbate into a silver altar goblet, turn and tip it
into my open mouth. Somehow his cum was transubstantiated in my mouth,
into a nourishing milk that made me feel at once one with him and yet
subject to his kind but mighty power.

Spreading his legs slightly he pressed down into my face. I smelled
the mustiness, licked his moistness. Gently I unzipped his fly, pushing my
nose and mouth into his wine , pulling him to me as my hands cupped his
marvelous ass. I licked his cock through his silk, it grew at my touch. I
pulled his briefs down below his balls. He pushed my head back, pressed
his cock against my lips, and forced it deep into my throat. I gripped it
with my throat, milking it, yearning to suck his come deep inside of me. I
loved him so.

The plan was for Jon to move in with me. We went shopping together
planning out some of the clothes he would need. First there was the
underwear, thongs, briefs, cock socks. I wanted something that would show
him at his delicious best. I made plans with a jeweler for a special
silver ring, about the width of a thumb. Under his pants it would lift his
balls and push his cock up and out, a ready invitation for a gentle cupping
squeeze or a long thirst satisfying suck. But there would have to be a
special ceremony for presenting him with this treasure

Jon came by the office today. He came in, shutting the door, checking that
it was locked. He was wearing his snugly filled jeans and a short loose
exercise shirt that exposed his hard but smooth belly. In profile his long
legs rose into the gentle curve of his appled ass. He told me that he had a
problem, that he was in love with me. He asked me to get up and come to
him. We held each other. Running my hand around him and up under his
shirt I felt the strength in his back. He pressed his crotch into mine.
We grew hard together. I felt the smooth warmth of his face. I looked
into his spirited eyes. He smiled. Our lips touched. I lightly licked his
lips. His tongue slipped into my throat; my hand down his back and into
his pants. I caressed his ass, sliding my fingers deep into his cleft. He
pushed my head down to his waist, pulling me into his softness and hardness.

Gay Gym Encounter

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and drew in my breath, preparing myself for
the next set. Looking up to begin, I gasped at what I saw.
It was him! He was here! The most gorgeous guy I knew was a mere twenty feet
away from me! Quickly, I pulled my gaze away, fearful that he would register
the fact I was staring at his wonderful form.
Occasionally I had seen him here at the University gym, I knew not his name or
his department, but I knew i adored him. He seemed to normally go at a
different time to me; I prefer to exhaust myself last thing at night, after the
days labs and classes, the few times I was able to go through the day, were the
times I had seen him previously. Usually I excercised in solitude, now there
was another in the otherwise quiet, empty gymnasium.
I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over to his amazing physique. Dressed in
a pair of black cotton rugby shorts and a black training vest his deeply tanned
body rippled with muscle from head to toe, making my athletic body look puny in
comparison. Wih every stride of his tree-trunk thighs the muscled bunched and
quivered, striations criss-crossing the deep v-shaped seperations. As he
breathed the thin vest strained against a huge, deep chest, matched by his
barn-door shoulders and massive arms dwarfing a tiny waist below.
To cap it all, the bastard had the face of an angel!
Smooth tanned skin, set off by sparkling white teeth, brilliant laser blue
eyes, and neatly shorn dark brown hair…
He turned away from me, to set down the sports bag slung across his broad
shoulders – I gasped to see his back spring into life – with every move of his
arms, the thick muscles bunched and flexed under his skin. Oh that this Adonis
were mine !
As he bent over, with his tight ass and thick, powerful legs full on show to
me, I could feel the blood begin to pound in my head and I started to stiffen.

With a start, I broke out of my lustful trance and mentally shook myself. The
guy was probably straight, all the best ones were – what was the point, was it
worth making a pass at him to get the crap beaten out of me if he objected?
Regretfully I turned to my weights and continued my biceps curls, glancing
across occasionally to watch him warm up, stretching that incredibly tall
frame.
Hoping he wouldn’t notice, I watched him bend over, flat footed, to press his
palms to the floor, he then proceeded to straighten up, then do the splits -
what suppleness! Again I managed to break my gaze and continue my reps.

A few minutes later I was startled from my closed-eyed concentration by a hand
on my shoulder. “Excuse me buddy..”, said a warm,deep voice, “, I was wondering
if you’d mind spotting my bench press..?”
Snapping my eyes up, I found myself staring straight into his beautiful eyes.
I forced words from my suddenly tight throat, “Yeah, sure, hang on and i’ll put
these back, I’ll be with you in a minute..”
I stumbled over to the weights rack, paused, and took a deep breath.
I’d better try and calm down in case he got suspicious..
Straightening up, I strode over to the bench next to which he was standing,
accompanied by the pounding of my heart in my ears – he was HUGE, god knows
how tall he was, well over my height of six feet, his frame dwarfed me -
suddenly making my knees feel weak..
“Thanks, my name is Andrew by the way, pleased to meet you.”
He shook my hand warmly, making my skin tingle at his touch.
“Hi, I’m Gavin, no problem, I don’t mind helping you out – what weight do you
want to start with?”
I helped load up the barbell, soon he was positioned under it, I above,
standing with my hands ready. He took the bar in his hand and pushed, lifting it
off with a clank he pushed out reps, his chest swelled enormously with each
deep breath, and my eyes wandered down his frame. Still paying close attention
to his safety I felt myself getting excited by the large outline the straining
cloth of his shorts revealed.
Soon it was my turn beneath the bar, I tried to ignore the temptation of his
crotch hovering above me, hanging heavy with its large load in the soft cotton
comfort of his tight fitting shorts.
After much gasping and heaving on both our parts he said he felt he had done
enough, I conceeded defeat also, made my excuses and headed to the shower,
explaining i was tired, telling him I’d see him another time..

I breathed a sigh of relief as i turned the door and headed up the stairs, it
had been taking all my willpower not to get hard as I basked in the feeling of
his huge prescence. I stripped and headed for the shower…

The steaming, hot water felt wonderful on my warm skin – I soaped my body and
began running my hands over my tanned chest imagining what his loving touch
would feel like. I groaned as I began to harden at the thought of his strong
body pressed closely to mine, kissing me deeply, taking me completely.
Sliding my hands further down I stroked the hair around my thick, throbbing
shaft, letting my fingers slide further I caressed the slippery skin between my
thighs. Getting more excited with each passing breath, I moved my left hand
around to my rear, and stroked the tight, firm cleft of my ass. I encircled my
straining cock with my right and slowly stroked it while i tentatively pushed a
forefinger up my eager hole. Oh, that felt wonderful! Reluctantly I withdrew,
it was too risky to be so bold here, what if someone came and should discover
me! Resisting the temptation to continue, I rinsed myself off, took my towel
from the rack, and sat down next to my clothes.
The passion that had gripped my pulsing member refused to be ignored, and my
mind wandered back to Andrew. He was the only one here, and should not return
here for at least an hour! I could resist my urge no longer, leaning back in
the bench I rested against the wall, closed my eyes, and took my cock again.
Slowly beating myself off I focussed Andrew in my mind, imagining he was my
lover, feeling his hard muscled arms encircling me, his eager mouth sucking my
breath from me with every hot kiss.

A strong hand grabbed my wrist.

Startled I opened my eyes, fear gripping my heart, I looked straight into the
eyes of my fantasy lover. His eyes bored into mine, terrified I jerked up in my
seat. Without a word his massive arms pushed me back, unable to move I watched
in disbelief as he firmly took my cock in his grasp and thrust in deep into his
mouth.
My body sang with pleasure as with amazing power his strong lips encircled my
hard dick, caressing the head with his moist tongue. I threw my head back at
the wonderful sensations playing up and down my throbbing shaft. Eyes closed I
began fucking his mouth, driving my cock deep into his throat with every strong
thrust of my hips. Flashes of colour sped in front of my closed lids as I
revelled in the pleasure he was giving me, I could feel a flood rising from
deep within as I ran my fingers through his soft hair, feeling the eagerness of
his firm lips driving me to approaching orgasm. Suddenly the flood broke, I
gasped aloud and my whole body tensed as I felt the fire spurt from me. With
one last thrust my whole body straightened, I almost passed out with the
intensity as I drove my cock deep into his throat one last time, flooding it
with my cum. Explosions flashed across my mind, swelled, and slowly died…
Panting, I opened my eyes to see Andrew smiling at me, wiping the fluid from
his lips. To shocked to say a word I gave him a blank look of disbelief.

“Sorry about that, I couldn’t help myself…I’ve seen you in here a few times
before but I’ve never had the guts to approach you, I’m terribly sorry…”
His voice trailed off, as he stood up to leave. I put an arm around his waist
to stop him, finally words managed to escape my throat. “Oh god, no don’t be
sorry, that was wonderful, please don’t go….”
He looked back at me, I could feel my legs going weak again at his intense
stare. “I want to spend the night with you.”
I felt as if I were in a dream come true, this couldn’t be happening, it was
too unexpected to feel real….I nodded consent and turned to dress, as did he.

As we left the sports centre I turned to him, he smiled back at me. Was this
really happening, was I sure I was not just dreaming? Here I was with the one
person I wanted above all others, the one I had been falling in love with for
months. I was about to become his completely, and he would finally be mine!
His beautiful smiling face, assured and trusting, satisfied any doubts that
remained, I didn’t know what I was about to get myself into, but I knew I
wanted it……

“Do you live far from here..?” I asked, trying to calm myself down as i
pondered on the possible foolishness of my decision.
“Not far, I live on campus.”
I think he must have noticed I was nervous.”You’ve not done anything like this
before have you?” Andrew asked.I looked at him, his large blue eyes seemed to
look into every part of me, I shook my head and smiled.
“I still don’t know if i’m doing the right thing.” I answered.
“If it helps, neither do I, this is new to me too.” he assured me.
Reaching over he took my hand in his, squeezing gently, he looked up and smiled
at me, his face beaming trust.”You don’t have to if you don’t want to you know,
i’m not going to drag you by the hair or anything…”
I looked him in the eye, my mind made up, “I’ve decided, let’s go.”

He patted me on the back, gave me back my hand, and lead me up the hill from
the sports complex, towards the Halls Of Residence.We chatted on the way, I
told him that I was studying chemistry, in my third year, he enthused about his
biology course, told me about his family, there was just himself and his
mother, him having lost his father when he was young.I cracked a few jokes to
liven the atmosphere, he duly laughed.
As we passed the shopping complex, he stopped, and darted off saying he’d be
back in five minutes – I stood confused, perhaps he had chickened out? I
watched him run off, his powerful muscled propelling his long legs into huge
strides…what a giant of a guy he was…

He returned with a smirk on his face, refusing to tell me what was up – I
couldn’t be bothered asking what he was up to, Instead i asked him the number
of his apartment.”I’ll race you…!”
We sped off up the hill, within a few minutes it became clear he was a lot
fitter than I, and faster to, he beat me by miles..
Panting I stood hunched over as he fumbled for his keys, unlocking the door, he
beckoned me inside, turning on the light for me as I walked in…
The sight that greeted me was a pleasant surprise. Instead of the typical messy
student flat, before me was a smartly furnished modern apartment!
Andrew noticed my surprise,”Yeah, I guess I’m kinda houseproud, would you like
a drink, coffee, tea?”
“Coffee will do fine, where shall I hang my coat?”
He motioned towards a door to my left, and blushed slightly.
“Erm, the bedroom I suppose, here let me.”
He strided over to me, and I stopped, grabbing his arm.My heart raced at the
bulk of hard muscle of his upper arm, on the spur of the moment I reached up
and drew his head to me, kissing him gently on the lips.He responded with a
passion; sliding his mighty arms around my chest he drew me close to him.
Kissing him deeply, i slid my hands around to hold him, hugging him tightly,
lost in the moment I could feel only his strong demanding lips pressed onto
mine, his probing tongue dancing with mine, sucking the breath from me,
crushing me in his fire.
Without a word we broke, our eyes met and locked, slowly, he bent slightly,
lowering his hand to my knees.As if I were a mere child he lifted me into his
powerful arms, I felt like I weighed nothing.
Slowly he walked over to the door, reaching down I open it, and we stepped
inside.
The room was in semi-darkness as he set me down on a large, soft bed, and
turned to switch on the light.A soft glow spread from small lights along the
top of the wall, illuminating the room with a misty light.
The room was comfortably furnished, a desk with textbooks open stood in one
corner, large soft armchairs and a television in the other.
The double bed upon which he placed me, was something else, I expected
something dark and masculine to be covering it, his bedspread was a large
double divan `Garfield’ with matching pillows! Only then I noticed the
wallhangings, large rugs, and oils of beautiful landscaped hung in the soft
light – what a paradox this hulk of a guy was, apparantly herd on the outside,
but what a soft interior he had!
Andrew sat on the bed next to me, slowly extending a hand to me, he traced a
line from my eyes, down my nose, across my cheekbones, lingering on my ear,
then down my kneck.As he kissed me there he slid my jacket off my shoulders.
Then he slowly unbuttoned my shirt revealing once again, my broad, hairy chest.
His fingers toyed with the black hair a moment before going to the belt on my
jeans; loosening the buckle, he pulled me to my feet, kissing me briefly once
again. I was, by this time, hardening rapidly. His gentle hands slipped beneath
the shirt at my shoulders, reaching behind to my shoulder bladed, he pulled the
shirt off my body, letting it fall to the floor.
Next the button on my jeans, and the zip were opened, and slid to the floor…
Soon i was naked before him, my cock was fully hard and jutted out from my
body, twitching with each loud beat of my heart.
“Undress me now” he whispered.
Beneath his jacket there was only a t-shirt stretched over his massive chest.
I rolled it up, and as he lifted his arms I gasped with awe as his lats
flared wide, “God, you’re beautiful!” I whispered.
I breathed heavily with excitement as i slipped the thin material off his warm
body, feeling the muscles ripple under his skin at my touch.His jeans soon
joined the pile of clothes on the floor, and I removed both our socks, leaving
him at last in only his briefs.I paused, wondering at what i would find,
remembering the large bulge I had seen beneath his shorts at the gym.Would i be
able to take it?
Looking at him standing in front of me, the promise of something huge pressing
against his underwear, and the stiff ereection thrusting out from me, I decided
now was the time to find out. Bending down onto my knees in front of him, i ran
my hands around his huge thighs, caressing the warm skin.I brought one hand up
to the bulge in his pants, and he twitched.With one hand on either side of his
waist, I pulled his briefs down.
“Fucking sweet jesus!” I looked up him, gazing down at me.
I’ve never had one this big, you’re huge, bloody enormous!”
He pulled me up to him, pressing his naked body against mine, his very stiff
cock pressed hard against my stomach, as he looked me straight in the eye.
“I love you, I want you, but I don’t want to hurt you, if anything we do hurts,
please tell me, and I’ll stop.”
I nodded, and stepped onto the bed, waiting for him. Andrew paused to get
something from his jacket pocket, and lay his enormous torso next to me.
“What is all this about?” I queried?
He showed me what he had been holding, lubricant, and condoms.
“I thought it might help if I got these, might put your mind at rest, I don’t
have any nasty diseases or anything, but I thought it might put your mind at
rest….” In reply, I just kissed him.
He lay on his back and I slipped my rigid cock into his mouth, he sucked more
gently this time, not wanting me to come too quickly.
I bent over, and approached his monstrous dick, placing both hands around it’s
trunk I pulled back the foreskin, putting the huge swollen head on full view.
I hesitated to go further, could i fit it in? It looked too big, its girth was
as thick as my wrist! Slowly I moved my open mouth towards it, opening my jaws
wide to accommodate it’s massive head.Even with my jaws fully open it brushed
against my stretched lips, soon I had it completely enfolded in my warm, wet
mouth.Tentativly I moved my tongue over the hard head, Andrew let out a loud
groan and gently thrust his hips, pushing against my lips, shoving a little
more of the length into me. I spread saliva over the monster inside my mouth,
making it as slippery as possible, slowly I drew more in, lubricating it on
it’s way. My tongue was soon pressed flat to the floor of my mouth as it was
completely filled by his huge member. Moving my head in time to the pulsing of
his sucking mouth around my cock I slid Andrew’s mammoth penis in and out of my
mouth. I closed my eyes and focussed my mind on my task, not wanting to hurt
him by scraping the girth along my teeth I tried to hold it away with my
lips. I could feel the thick veins that snaked along it’s length as they passed
in my lips and tongue, Andrew started moving his hips again, slowly he fucked
his large cock in and out of my mouth as he sucked eagerly on mine.
All I could feel were his lips around my dick, engulfing me, and his
wonderfully huge, hard cock as it went deep into my mouth. I moved my right
hand down to below his balls, and slowly slid it between the firms cheeks of
his ass, at my soft touch he groaned in pleasure. I went further, carefully I
pushed against his asshole with my index finger, he sucked harder on my cock as
I slid my probing digit into his rectum. I began fucking his ass with my
finger, in response he groaned again, and grabbed by cheeks with both of his
hands, kneeding them firmly in his powerfull grip.In and out we sawed in time,
me in his ass, he in my mouth, he started quickening the pace, and finally
grabbed me, pulling me off him.
“That was wonderful, but i don’t want to come just yet, i want you to fuck
me..”, he panted.
He turned over to his front, and motioned to the lubricant and condoms by the
bed. I oiled his ass cheeks, and hole carefully, and slipped on the condom, on
my cock it was a tight fit, what about him?
I placed a leg on either side of his waist and opened his cheeks with one hand.
Carefully, I placed the hard head of my cock over his ass, and leaning over
him, started to gently push my way inside.He stiffened slightly, and I halted.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, keep going, that feels wonderful…” he replied.
I readied myself, and slowly eased the head of my cock in, Andrew gasped once,
then seemed to breath easier once in was in.I began thrusting smoothly, soon I
was all the way in, I could feel hot flesh enclosing my sex, wanted so badly
to fuck him.
“Screw me..” He whispered.
I let myself lie on top of him, feeling the huge mass of him, as I started
pumping his asshole, he gasped and began thrusting in time with me.I lay on top
of him and slid my arms underneath his shoulders ,holding him close to me,
revelling in the feeling.I buried my cock all the way up him, then pulled out
almost all the way, to thrust straight up, again and again, Andrew started
gasping in ecstasy and I fucked him wildly, I could feel the old familiar surge
building within me, and I clasped him tighter to me, sweat drippped off me as I
slammed my groin against him.Suddenly orgasm was upon me, I gave him one last
thrust, all the way, deep into his bowels, as I was swept away on a flood of
pleasure.I lay motionless inside him, stars reeling through my mind, numbness
blanketing my senses as I span in the darkness.
Shortly I came round, and pulled my length out of him, I gasped for breath,
exhausted from the effort I had expended. I lay beside him on the bed, and he
smiled at me, “That was great, God, I almost came.” he said, I pulled closer to
him, and kissed him again..
“My turn now.”, I whispered.
Secretely a part of me dreaded what was to come, I was unsure if I could even
begin to cope with his massive member, but I wanted to try, I wanted to be
fucked by my lover….
As I turned over, Andrew prepared himself, the condom was pulled so tightly
around his penis, the thick veins stood out in stark profile, he was so huge!
I lay on my front and closed my eyes, i could feel his massive form kneeling
over me and shortly his fingers were in the cleft of my arse. He took great
care to lubricate me thoroughly, then he started to finger-fuck me to loosen
the rings of muscle around my anus.I started to relax at the pleasurebale
sensations he was giving me, it felt so good.After he felt I had loosened
enough, in slipped another finger, joining the first in blissfully sliding in
and out of my tight ass. With great care, he slipped another finger into me,
only when he thought I was loose enough.After about fifteen minutes, with great
care ond patience on his part, he had four of his strong fingers sliding in nd
out of me. Slowly he stopped, and applied even more lubricant, i lay quiet
knowing what was to come.
“Remember, tell me to stop if it hurts too much, I dont want to cause you
pain, Gavin.”
I nodded agreement, and make a quite promise; Andrew wanted this, and so did I,
even if I was in afgony, I would say nothing. I concentrated and focussed all
my attention on my arsehole, willing it to relax, so as to let his huge dick
past into my bowels.I closed my eyes, and felt a pair of very strong hands
spreading the cheeks of my ass.
“Right, here we go.” I thought to myself.
I felt the head of his mighty member brush against the spread cheeks of my ass
as he placed the huge head against the partially relaxed hole. As i had done
before, he leaned over me, and slowly pushed. The cock that felt so large
inside my mouth, now felt like a tree branch pushing against me.I willed myself
not to panic, or tense my hole as he gently began to push. I felt my ass-hole
dilate in respose, the very tip of his huge blunt head penetrated me.
“Are you sure you want all of this?” my concerned lover asked, “Yes, don’t
stop, please, not now…” I replied.
The strength of his pushing increased, my small hole approached its limit, even
though only half of his head was through into me. I gritted my teeth, and lay
in silence, the pain started to build, my asshole felt as if it were being
heated, the huge dick continued to force its way in. The stretching continued,
i thought i was going to scream, the pain was intense now, i thought i was
going to split in two with this huge monster being pushed into my bowels, but
still i remained silent. I started to sweat, how much more of it could there
be, i couldn’t take much more! Just as i was about to scream past my clenched
teeth, the head finally pushed its way in, there was a flash of pain like fire
searing across my asshole, and an amazing sensation as the trunk of his
enormous dick slid deep into me.I felt it reach the very depths of my bowels -
filling me as i had never been before, and knew no one could fill me again.
I though i had a baseball bat rammed up me as he slowly started to slide up and
down my arse; i could feel the rings of muscle around my tightly stretched
arsehole being pulled and pushed as he fucked my arse. Andrew leant over and
started kissing my kneck, hungrily he sucked at my skin as he screwed me to the
bed, time lost all meaning for me as my mind concentrated on the massive dick
deep in my bowels, filling my mind with pleasure.I felt him quicken the pace,
gasping for air as he pushed with his whole body, ramming deep into me as he
approached orgasm, his arms encircled my chest, and i took his whole weight on
top of me, as he fucked me with a fury.He started gasping aloud, moaning as he
reamed ever deeper into me, opening my body to new heights of pleasure and
ecstasy.With a loud gasp he thrust painfully into me with all his might, and
collapsed with a scream on top of me, gasping for breath.I felt the length of
his monster dick pulse inside me as it squirted out gout after gout of cum
against the condom.Andrew could only hold me as he was swept away on a flood of
orgasm, panting with exhileration on top of me.
Slowly his breath steadied, “Jesus Gavin, that was amazing, thank you..oh god..”
He supported himself on his hands, and slowly pulled his the whole of his
massive member out from my hole, it relaxed gratefully.
He lay on the bed next to me, his huge cock was starting to wilt.He placed his
arms around my kneck and kissed me, “I think i’m falling in love with you..”
In my exhaustion i just beamed at him, then i kissed him back and pulled him
close to me, “I love you too…”

After taking turns to clean ourselves in the bathroom, we returned to bed.
I enclosed his massive chest in my arms and snuggled into him, feeling his warm
body, the beautiful hardness of him, the massive bulk, and was glad that at
last he was finally mine.In perfect happiness we slept in each others arms, not
caring what tommorrow would bring, but merely basking in the warm glow of
each others love.

I’m sitting in my chair, nursing a vodka tonic, a drink I don’t
really like but makes me feel more mature, and I notice this guy’s been
looking at me for about twenty minutes now and while at first he made me
uncomfortable, I’m slowly getting used to it. The song they’re playing is
called “Fingerfoc” and it’s by a band that calls itself Friends of
Carlotta. I don’t know what this means but it is danceable nonetheless.
I want to get up and dance, but I don’t want to leave my drink
sitting there and they’re not allowed on the dance floor–drinks that is.
I look back to my right and he’s still looking at me. He maintains the
stare long enough to let me know he’s looking at me and then I guess he
get’s nervous because he turns and looks away after a few more seconds.
I suck down the last of the vodka and then take an ice cube into my
mouth before getting up to dance to “Warlock” by Skinny Puppy. I have this
problem with the video that accompanies this song because it is so
outrageously violent and sadistic, but somehow I’m still drawn to it. I
wish I could explain the emotion.
Another emotion I wish I could explain was how I feel about this
man who’s been watching me. He’s not bad looking, but that’s not always a
clear sign as to what one can expect personality-wise. The song ends and I
notice that he’s been watching me dance and that makes me feel really
uncomfortable because I feel like I’ve been put on display for him and that
does nothing for me except make me feel like a piece of meat and I tend to
think of myself (most of the time) as a little bit more than that.
I wonder if I want to get to know this guy and really before I have
a chance to decide the matter for myself, he walks up to me and asks me if
he can buy me a drink. I’m not a fool and I’m running short on funds so I
acquiesce by letting him buy me a rum and coke(T). He comes back a few
minutes later, sets the drink down and then ever-so-politley asks me if he
may sit down. I ask myself what it can hurt, and I would have trouble
telling a total stranger that just spent four dollars on me to fuck off
completely. I owe him so much.
He sits down and for about a minute just ignores me. At first I’m
dumbfounded. Is this all he wanted, literally just to sit down beside me?
How queer.
About the time I complete this thought he turns to me and says,
“So, what’s your name?”
“Chris. What’s yours?”
“Mike, my name’s Mike.”
I just nodded. I didn’t really know how to respond to this whole
thing. It was something I wanted, but it was something I was afraid of.
“So,” I said, “Do you come here just for the music or the people?”
“The music, I really like the music. Why do you come here?”
“Well, when I first started coming, it was to try and meet people,
but after a while I kind of gave up on that and now I just concentrate on
having a good time.”
“Do you usually have a good time when you come here?”
I replied with a smile and left it at that. One of those smiles
I’ve patented where I purse my lips on one side of my face and the rest of
my lips are left to cross to my ears in a straight horizontal line.
“How long have you been coming here?” I ask.
“Well, I first started coming here about a year and a half ago and
at first it was like you said, I started coming here to meet people, but i
learned that there were certain nights you came to have fun and there were
certain nights you came when you wanted to pick somebody up.”
“So what kind of night is tonight?” I asked.
“I decline to answer,” he offered.
“I decline to let you continue unless you answer,” I offered.
“Can I tell you later.”
“Yeah.”
“So how old are you?” Mike asked.
“Nineteen. How old are you?”
“Twenty-two. Do you have a fake or something?”
“Yes.”
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get caught using it?”
“That’s not something I worry about too much. Why were you looking
at me?”
“Because I find you atractive.”
“Really? What about me do you find attractive?” I was more than
just a little curious as to what another man would find attractrive about
me.
“I don’t know, just something about the way you look.”
“OH.”
“I don’t know.”
“So you’re gay?” I asked him, as if by now it wasn’t more than just
a little apparent.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t say that about a month ago, but I’m getting
better at that. Do your parents know?”
“Why should they? It’s none of their business who I’m sleeping
with. If I moved in with some guy then I guess I might mention it to them,
but otherwise, I don’t think it’s anything dear old mom and pop need to
wrestle with. Do your parents know?”
“Hell no! That’s the last thing I think I would care to drop on my
parents at Thanksgiving or some other family-oriented holiday like that.”
“Say,” he said, and I can’t believe he said it, “Do you want to go
some where else and talk?”
Me being the idiot and completely naive, thinking, oh yeah sure,
says, “Yeah, I guess, where do you want to go?”
“Well we could go to my place.”
“You’re place? Where do you live?”
“Over near Ludlow Heights. Do you know the area?”
“Yeah,” I looked up to the sky.
“Do you want to follow me there?”
“Sure,” I said, “sure.”
I got up, conscious and sure that everyone in the club was watching
us and knew that I’d let him pick me up and that we were going back to his
apartment for probably more than just an in-depth discussion on East-Asian
politics or something like that. No, the hard-on in my pants had to have
given this one away. Never until this point had I thought my dick was this
big, but then whenever I would prefer to be a little less noticeable, I’m
usually a little more noticeable.
The whole drive over to Ludlow Heights, one which typically takes
only about ten minutes, I kept contemplating whether or not I should just
turn off and go home. I just didn’t have a good feeling about this and I
kept thinking what a sleaze I must seem to be. Here I’ve known this guy a
whole ten minutes and I’m following him home for what will most likely be a
night of torid, disgusting, (wonderful, exuberant, fantifying) SEX.
Of course I didn’t turn off before I got there and I pulled up
right behind him with a huge grin on my face when I got out of my car.
He also seemed just a bit happy by the whole situation, and I don’t
know if I could blame him: he’d been watching me and he’d wanted me and
he’d gotten me. (I think. I think I’ve made up my mind.)
I walked into his room and one of the first things I did was to
turn on one of the lights because I trusted him, but one can’t be too
careful. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink and I declined, then
changed my mind and took a glass of water from him. I walked around his
apartment, fascinated by the way it seemed that this gay man lived his life
as normally as any heterosexual man. The only give-away as far as I could
tell were the two pornographic magazines that he had laying on his kitchen
counter. I asked him if he masturbated and he shyly replied yes, he
reciprocated the question in my favor. I said yes matter-of-factly and
moved on through the apartment to take in as much as I could.
I sat down on his couch and asked if I could take off my shoes. He
told me I could do whatever I wanted and I took that as a sign of his
submissiveness although I knew that if anything was going to happen, I
wasn’t going to be the one to insigate anything.
I slouched down on the couch and spilled the drink into my throat
taking in the lushness of the water. He knelt down in front of me and began
to massage my feet. The glass in my hand went to lay against the back of
the couch ad my head went back also to stare at the ceiling. I didn’t
remember a foot massage as being so sensual.
He took my socks off. I started to protest to his disrobing, but i
had trouble being so hypocritical considering the difficulty I was having
once again hiding my manhood. Is manhood an oxymoron in the present
situation?
My heart started beating faster when I realized he wasn’t just
interested in my feet anymore and that he had started massaging my calves
and was working his wonderfully powerful hands up my legs and making me
feel incredibly relaxed considering the situation.
He told me that he couldn’t have me feeling so uncomfortable and
that if I would just relax I would enjoy myself a whole lot more. Then he
asked me if there was anything I would prefer he not do. I said “no.” I
said, “Do whatever you like.”
I guess he took that as a sign of my submisiveness and that’s
probably the point that the whole eveing took a differnt route.
He stopped just rubbing my legs but put his mouth to my jeans as if
he were kissing me although I have a hard time saying he was kissing my
jeans. Anyway, I was incredibly turned on, but I continued to just look up
at the ceiling and turn my head and take in what was going on.
As his head moved over my genitals I thought I was going to come
right there in my pants but he didn’t stare there long, instead he just
untucked my shirt and then proceeded to plant tiny little kisses all over
my chest and my nipples. He unbuttoned my shirt and soon it was off.
I wanted to have his mouth on mine. I wanted to touch him, to feel
him, to taste him, to have him. I didn’t know for sure how to proceed so I
just did what felt right. I leaned forward and slowly, passionately I
kissed him on the lips. We broke the kiss for him to kiss my neck as it
fell back, suddenly going limp. Again he worked his way down my chest and
this time when he got to my belly-button, he began to work at my belt to
take it off. Usually in this situation I like to help my attacker, but I
let him do it himself as I wanted my throbbing cock to be free of its
restrictions.
When he got the belt undone, he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them
off, along with my green-plaid boxers. My penis lay there. Hot, wet,
wanting to be sucked. (Suddenly seeming sadly smaller.) He did what I
wanted and I thought I was going to go nuts. He slipped his mouth over my
erect penis and I swear at that very instant I shuddered. He went up and
down, back and forth over my dick, licking and sucking. I came in his
mouth. I didn’t want to, not so soon, but I did it anyway and enjoyed it,
went nuts over it, went to him to kiss him, to share with him my scalding
hot fuck-juice. He hadn’t swallowed it all and I did taste my own come.
Liking it, loving it, wanting his.
“Can….we….go….to….your…..bedroom,” I asked him between
pants.
(Gasp.) “Sure.”
I picked myself up and started to follow him, but before we left
the room I turned him around and grabbed the back of his neck to kiss him
some more. His hands ran the course of my now naked body.
“Fuck me,” he moaned, “I want you to fuck me.”
“Whatever, anything you want….”

When I rolled over George took my cock in his hand
and did for me what I had done for him. Each experience with these
young guys was different. George would now help me relax and fill
the gap when Kenny went into the Army. Shay would again prove to
be another totally different experience, and in the long run the
best. What Kenny had started would end with “Shay’s Seduction” being
the ultimate climax for me………!!!!!!