The following story is a complete fantasy and is not meant to suggest anything regarding the sexual orientation of the individuals mentioned. This piece is unsuitable for minors.
Part 1
I was in paradise. To be exact, I was partying on the beach in Cancun, Mexico jamming to the sights and sounds of MTV's Spring Break '99. All week, MTV had been handing out show schedules on the beach and in the clubs.
In between segments on the huge outdoor stage, there were usually fifteen or twenty minute breaks during which MTV would bring out various comedians or local bands to keep the crowd pumped up. I made sure I had a good spot on Saturday, the day that N' Sync was scheduled to sing.
There were a few shows set to be taped before the concert, including Jerry Springer, Say What Karaoke, and Grind All Over. I couldn't believe what transpired after Jerry Springer's segment. After a local reggae band was finished warming up the crowd, Carson Daly came on stage to introduce the three celebrity judges for Say What Karaoke. I thought the first two judges were kind of a cop out, because they were MTV veejays.
Then Carson said, "You know our third celebrity judge from the TV show Third Rock from the Sun and movies such as Halloween H20 and the soon-to-be released Ten Things I Hate About You. Please welcome Joseph Gordon-Levitt!" Girls all around us were screaming like crazy, and I immediately felt a jolt travel through my entire body, like I had been struck by lightning.
Even though I've been watching Third Rock from the Sun since its first season, I had only recently begun to fantasize about JGL. I guess in the past couple of years, he had really grown up a lot. When he cut his hair about six months ago, I really fell head over heels (I'm not a really big fan of long hair on a guy, but I LOVE short hair!)
He was wearing a t-shirt, a dark shoelace-like necklace, long bermuda shorts, and sport sandals (I also LOVE young guys in sandals!). What happened next blew my mind. After he sat down, he kicked off his sandals. Due to the fact that I have a serious foot fetish, I almost passed out. The judges' seats were actually swings set up on the far left of the stage. This part of the stage was covered with sand. So, during the show, Joey gently rocked in his swing, his beautiful bare feet dangling inches above the sand. What an amazing sight! To say I was turned on would be the understatement of the century!!!
As the show continued, I couldn't take my eyes off Joey. It was absolute and complete tunnel vision. Then my hearing started to fail me. The music, what Carson was saying, what my friends were saying...it was all blending together in a confusing, half-speed collection of random sounds. Kind of like Charlie Brown's teacher.
At some point, one of my friends whacked me on the shoulder. "Hey, bud, I think we're losing you. Too many margaritas last night or too many beers today?"
"A little of both, I think. I'm feeling kind of woozy. I think I may go lay down for a while, if you guys don't mind."
"Hey, this lame-ass karoke crap is almost over, and the N' Sync concert is coming up in a couple of hours. You don't want to miss it! They'll be a ton of babes out here."
"That's why I need to go rest right now. I'll see you guys later." After a couple of hand slaps and high fives, I stumbled out of the sardine-can crowd. As I walked toward the hotel, I heard Carson saying, "That's all the time we have for now. Thanks for joining us, and stick around for Grind All Over, coming up next on MTV's Spring Break '99!"
Luckily my friends and I had booked rooms at the resort immediately adjacent to the MTV stage, which also happened to be the MTV headquarters hotel. All week we had been celebrity-searching the halls, but we had only spotted a couple of the veejays. As I got on an elevator, I felt myself beginning to breath normally again after the tidal wave of erotica I had experienced on the beach. Joey was still firmly planted in my mind, however.
My first order of business after returning to the room was to grab a Coke and cool down. I reached into one cooler after another but only found beer. Damn! I grabbed some change from the table and proceeded down the hallway to the vending machines. The pop machine was sold out of Coke. Damn! I was beginning to get pissed. I had to have a Coke! I got on an elevator. There were only 2 floors above us, and one of them was a restaurant and nightclub, which took up the entire top floor. So I pressed #19, the floor immediately above us.
As I got off the elevator, I noticed something different about this floor. The doors to the rooms were much farther apart and the room numbers were all preceded by the letter S. I soon realized that they must be suites. Here I was in a tanktop, my swimsuit, and sandals...on the suite level. I figured that I should get my Coke before some hotel security guard found me and booted me out.
As I walked down the hall to the vending area, I imagined how nice the rooms must be behind those doors. I turned the corner to the vending machines and almost screamed. I think I must have rubbed my eyes. Standing at the pop machine was Joseph Gordon-Levitt.
"Hey, how's it goin? You wouldn't happen to have a quarter, would you bro'?", he asked. He was wearing the same thing he had worn on stage, and he was (oh my God!) barefoot.
I miraculously was able to somehow sputter, "Sure."
"Hey, thanks a million. You know, the funny thing is...I'm down here for the MTV party, and they've set me up in a huge suite with all kinds of stuff to eat and drink, but they only have Pepsi in the room. The thing is...I HAVE to have my Coke!"
"I know, I'm the same way."
"Here you've been nice enough to spot me a quarter and I don't even know your name. I'm Joey." He reached out his hand.
"Yeah, I know. I love your show. Nice to meet you Joey, I'm Jack." I stuck my hand out, and our hands met in a firm link. I didn't want to let go, but somehow I did. At this point, I was astonished that I hadn't yet passed out. It was really weird...this completely bizarre, calm, almost peaceful state of mind had set in. The first rational, non-sexual thought that crossed my mind was AUTOGRAPH. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the only piece of paper there, the MTV schedule. "Could I trouble you for an autograph?"
I think this caught him off guard. "Sure, no problem. It's kind of nice to get asked for an autograph by a guy. It's usually a bunch of crazy girls hounding me." He looked at me for a moment. "Do you, um, have a pen?"
(Duhhhhh!) "I'm sorry. I'm such a moron sometimes. As a matter of fact, I'm a moron most of the time." He laughed hard at my comment and flashed that unbelievably amazing smile of his. I couldn't believe I had made JGL laugh out loud. If I died right then, no big deal.
As I realized I didn't have a pen (of course, dummy, you're in your swimsuit!), he smiled and said, "No problem. My room is just around the corner. Besides, I owe you a quarter." With that, we both bought our Cokes, and he said, "Follow me."
As he opened the door, I was stunned. The place was huge, with a living room, big screen TV, wet bar, palacial master bedroom, and, of course, a phenomenal view of the beach. I walked over to the window. Below us, MTV's Spring Break '99 was still in full force, and you could hear the bass tones of the dance show Grind All Over.
"This is REALLY nice, Joey. Beats the shit out of our rooms downstairs!"
"Are you down here with friends?"
"Yeah, a bunch of guys."
"That's cool. Believe it or not, I've got this place all to myself. It's nice and everything, but I get kind of lonely sometimes." He brought over a pen and scribbled something on my piece of paper. At the same time he handed it to me, he flipped a quarter high in the air. I reached out to snag it. "Nice catch, Jack!"
The paper read, "For a fellow Coke drinker... I hope you find a special spring break romance...JGL" After I read it, I began to feel weak in the knees again, like earlier that afternoon on the beach. "Well, Joey, it was really nice to meet you, but I should probably get out of your hair now." I started for the door.
"Wait! Why don't you hang out here for a while. You're definitely not in my hair or anything. Besides, you should see all the food MTV has stocked this place with. Have a seat." I was definitely in the early throes of full-fledged shock at this point, and the emotion that was overtaking me forced me to fall back on one of the three sofas. He then walked over to the wet bar and opened the frig. "Do you like shrimp?"
"Yeah, I do."
He walked over, set the shrimp tray on the glass table, and, instead of choosing to sit down on one of the two other sofas, plopped down in the one I was sitting on. I was sitting on one end, so he slid to the other end, turned to rest his back on the end cushion, and brought his legs onto the sofa. I gasped for a breath of air. The soles and toes of his beautiful bare feet were only inches from my left hand!
They were perfect. Probably about a size 10.5, they were narrow and began with small, soft heels, continued with gently curved arches, and ended with the most beautifully-spaced, supple toes I have ever seen. His big toes extended the farthest and reminded me of plump, delicious gumdrops. The desire to lean over and lick them was almost overwhelming.
"You know," he said, jolting me from my erotic daydream and almost sensing my obsession, "I hate shoes!"
"What do you mean, you hate shoes," I responded in a nervous chuckle.
"I hate shoes! If I could walk around barefoot all the time, I would. I even asked Jon Stewart last week when I was on the Daily Show if I could take my shoes off. As I was untying my laces, he started to kind of freak out, not knowing what was going on. So I stopped. It got a good laugh from the audience, though. Jon must have thought I was loony."
I began to laugh, and this caused him to start laughing. "I don't think that's loony. I'm kind of the same way, I guess. I own six pairs of sandals."
"Wow, six pairs?", he responded. "That's more than I have. I like that pair you have on. They're hot!"
I almost choked on the shrimp I was eating. I turned to him, he flashed a mysterious smile, popped a shrimp in his mouth, and jumped off the sofa. He was now standing almost immediately in front of me. "I'm going to hop in the shower. I feel kind of grimy from the beach."
"Yeah, I do too," I responded. "I'm going to head back down to my room and wash up. I've got to meet my friends later."
"Why do that when you can join me?", Joey quipped. For about the fourth time that day, I thought I was going to keel over. The teen sensation who I wanted more than anyone else in the world was gay, or at least bi. I wanted to scream, dance the jig, do something. But I froze. I could hardly look up at him. For what seemed like an eternity, I just sat there, speechless and motionless. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his outstretched hand. My instinct must have taken over at this point, and I reached out to grab it. He pulled me up from the sofa, and we were now looking at directly at one another. He had the most incredible dark eyes, and I was gazing deeply into them. He then flashed the one-hundred million dollar grin. His flawless, glistening teeth were surrounded by the most delicious set of lips imaginable.
Again, I'll blame my next action on instinct: I leaned over to kiss him. Our lips met in one of the most passionate kisses I have ever experienced. We began gently...
Part 2
We began gently, allowing only our lips touch. I used my mouth to softly trap his upper lip, and that's when I felt his tongue begin to caress my lower lip. I moved down to meet his eagerly waiting mouth. Our open mouths met in a wildly passionate union, our tongues dancing feverishly. His right hand was still holding my left after pulling me off the sofa, but our fingers were now tightly wrapped in a lovers' embrace. My other hand reached out to find his, and, as it succeeded, I felt an almost euphoric sense of closeness to Joey. I didn't want to stop, but after what seemed like several minutes, we broke for air.
He interrupted the awkward silence, "You're an excellent kisser."
"It's pretty easy with someone as hot as you," I replied.
He grinned and chuckled. "You're not so bad yourself." He leaned to kiss me again, and I gladly obliged. My tongue probed deeply into his mouth this time, often uniting with its warm, well-lubricated counterpart. We tipped our heads in opposite directions, and the face sucking reached dizzying heights. We began to sway so much that I thought one of us was going to send both to the floor. We broke again to catch our breath. We were both grinning from ear to ear.
"Can I ask you a question, Joey?"
"Yeah, of course."
"How did you know...ahhh...I mean...how did... umm...how did you know I was..."
He interrupted my babble, "You mean how did I know you were gay? Well, I kind of figured your dick didn't pitch that tent in your swimsuit because you liked the shrimp!" At that moment, I looked down to witness my raging hard-on. My dick was so stiff it was pulling the waistband away from my stomach. Sure, I FELT myself getting pretty damn excited as Joey and I were making out, but to actually SEE my exuberence so vividly was pretty embarrassing. I mean, a woody in a swimsuit is a hell of a lot more noticeable than in a pair of jeans! I should have just sent out a press release.
Joey began to giggle. As my attention turned back to him, I noticed quite a protrusion in his shorts as well. Flashing a mischievous grin, I asked, "Wait a second, how long have you had THAT?"
"Oh, THIS?", he laughed. "I've had THIS for quite a while. You just couldn't tell because of the way we were sitting on the sofa. You were facing forward, but I had a perfect side view of you and your FRIEND!"
"I'm glad you find this so amusing," I responded. He was really laughing hard at this point and took off running toward the bedroom.
"Come on, Jack, you and your buddy can join me and my buddy in the shower!", his voice tailing off.
I turned to follow him and heard the shower come on. The trail to the bathroom was littered with a t-shirt, a pair of bermuda shorts, and the cutest pair of Tommy Hilfiger boxers I've ever seen. I used to think Hansel and Gretel had it good. Hah! I picked up each item as I walked and noticed the unmistakably sexy scent of Calvin Klein "Be". I brought the small assortment of clothing up to my nose and inhaled deeply. The aroma was a seductive blend of cologne, the beach, and boyhood. Maybe Kosmo Kramer was right on about wanting to create a fragrance that smells like the beach. My dick was throbbing. I finally reached the bathroom, or, more appropriately, the bathsuite.
It was the size of a regular hotel room! Everything was marble, including the dominant feature, a large step-up/step-in hottub. The glass walls of the shower were almost as steamed up as my groin. "You know, it's not nice to leave all your clothes lying around. I'm sure the housekeeping staff is thrilled to have you as a guest," I said, fighting back laughter.
"Would you just shut up and take your clothes off and get in here!" I wasn't about to argue with such an esteemed actor and, not to mention, ABSOLUTE BABE!!! I unstrapped my sandals, tore off my tank top, and grabbed the top of my swimsuit. As I lowered my thumbs, I had to stretch the waistband way out to get it around my rigid cock. I don't think I've ever had a hard-on like that; I thought my dick was going to explode! My circumcised cockhead glistened at attention, now an unyielding eight inches from the base of my balls.
As I opened the shower door, Joey grabbed me and yanked me in. I gasped and, as my jaw dropped, he seized the opportunity and immediately set out to make love to my mouth with his tongue. I willingly surrendered to his frenzied attack and almost came when I felt his fully erect cock nudge my belly. At that point, I have absolutely no idea how or why I didn't shoot my load like Old Faithful! The powerful pressure from the showerhead must have had some weird sort of calming effect on the burning in my loins, like water on a fire.
If Gene Kelly's dancing in Singin' in the Rain isn't a sexual innuendo, I don't know what is. As water flowed over us, the mounting passion was indescribable. Our bodies seemed to be acting independently from our minds, and, contrary to when we were mashing mouthes in the living room, our hands began to wander. He grabbed each side of my head and began to caress my ears, hair, and neck. My objective was a little further south. I reached under his arms to massage his back and slowly made my way down the ridge of his spine to his waist. The continuous cascade of water had made his skin incredibly smooth and supple.
You've heard me attribute a couple of my prior reactions on animalistic instinct. Well, the next thing I did was neither a reaction nor instinctual, but it was definitely animalistic. I brought my forefingers tightly together, pointed them downward, and carefully inched them down his crack. At the same time, the rest of my fingers and my palms were drifting onto his soft, luscious cheeks. He began to moan, but we were still probing our tongues deeply into each other's mouths. When I reached the unmistakeable dimple of his hole, I gently ran my finger tips around and over the opening, lovingly caressing it. At this point, he opened his eyes a little and made a slightly startling groan, which gradually waned to a passionate moan as I moved my fingers away. I decided that if I had somehow held back my own load, I could certainly do my best to prevent him from anything "premature". I pulled my face back from his.
"God, Jack, you're so hot! I can tell you've done this before. You're making me so fucking hard!" I copped a downward glance to what he was describing. It was magnificent...probably about 6.5 inches of circumcised beauty, protruding nearly vertically from its base. His dark, wet pubes didn't infringe on the hairless splendor of his cock and balls. The rather narrow shaft culminated in a gorgeous, pink, helmeted bulb. As it twitched ever so slightly on its own volition, I was mesmorized.
"Fuck, Joey! You have an unbelievably beautiful dick!"
"Yeah, you're the one who got it that way. And you're one to talk! Jesus, Jack, your dick is fucking huge! Man, the guys I've screwed around with don't come close to you!"
"Wait a second," I replied sarcastically, "You mean to say you've actually done this before?"
"Fuck you! You bet your ass I have! I know what turns a guy on."
"Prove it!", I dared him.
He grinned naughtily, leaned over, and tenderly kissed my nose, then my neck. It wasn't long before his tongue was darting all over my neck and chest. My nipples were as hard as pebbles, and, almost sensing my quickly heightening state of arousal, he found one, then the other. He ran his tongue over them, pausing at times to suck and gently nibble at them. I was in ecstasy...where is Rusted Root when you need them? As I felt the seismic activity in my tool begin to build, I casually backed away, and in one motion, I shut off the water and kicked the shower door open with my foot.
"OK, you definitely proved your point! At the very least, you certainly know how to push my buttons."
"See, I told you!", he quipped.
I grabbed a couple of towels, tossing one at Joey. I patted myself a little, wrapped the towel around my waste, and walked out to the living room. As I flopped onto a sofa, he headed straight for the wet bar.
"Can I ask you a personal question, Joey?"
"Absolutely."
"Are you gay, or bi?"
"Oh, I'm not bi. I'm exclusively into guys."
"I would have never known."
"Well, as you can probably tell, I try to keep it kind of quiet."
"That must be a bitch in LA."
"You're not lying! Coming out at my age is the kiss of death in Hollywood. I mean, look at Danny Pintauro."
"Yeah, but there has to be others."
"Shit yeah! There are rumors."
"For example?"
Joey paused for a few seconds. "For example...I've heard from a bunch of people that Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Devon Sawa were fucking like rabbits while shooting Wild America. Same with Will Estes and Kirk Cameron when Kirk's show was on the air."
I was stunned. "Holy Shit! How 'bout some current examples?"
"OK. How about Matt Lawrence and Rider Strong? I heard they had a really hard time shooting a wrestling scene for Boy Meets World because they're fucking each other in real life. One of my friends said he saw Elijah Wood and Eddie Furlong making out in the pool at a party in the Hollywood Hills."
"Unbe-fucking-lievable!"
"I've even heard of some really young guys screwing around."
"Like who?"
"David Gallagher and Kevin Zegers, for one!"
"Jesus, they're so young."
"You mean to say you weren't fucking around at their age?"
I thought about it for a few seconds. "Shit, I guess I was," I admitted.
By this time Joey was casually leaning on the bar, arms crossed, looking ADORABLE. He flashed The Grin, which I finally concluded just HAD to be insured by Lloyd's of London. "Yeah, that's what I thought! You want another one?"
"Sure!", I replied.
"At another party, a couple of my friends went upstairs to look for their coats, and they walked in on Jonathan Brandis fucking Wil Wheaton up the ass!"
"Wait a second...you mean DICK IN ASS???"
"DICK FAR IN ASS!!!", he chuckled.
"In-fucking-credible! You would never know!"
He laughed hard. "I think that's really funny how you say 'fucking' in the middle of a word. I'll have to try that."
"What, you mean like un-fucking-thinkable?", I asked.
He laughed again. "Yeah, that shit is funny as hell!" He paused and refocused. Sounding a little perturbed, he chimed, "The bottom line is that the chances of a young actor being gay are not diminished just because he's a teen idol whose public appearances are always marked by a mob of screaming girls."
"Yeah, I heard something about your dislike of screaming girls."
"I can't stand screaming girls, screaming guys, screaming anybody!" He paused again and a broad smile swept across his face. "Unless I'm having sex. During sex, screaming is no problemo!" We both laughed. He then opened a cabinet, and I heard some glass jingling. When he rounded the corner of the bar, I noticed he had a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Here I was, in Cancun, Mexico, in a hotel suite, about to be served alcohol by a teenage hearthrob who was not yet of drinking age in his home state. I laughed.
"What's so funny?", he questioned, as he grimaced in an attempt to remove the cork. For the second time that afternoon, he sat down right next to me. And I mean RIGHT NEXT TO ME! Our hips, legs, and, most importantly, feet were all touching. My hard-on was still raging, and so was his, if the obvious bulge in his towel was any indication.
I replied, "I was just thinking that if some old Gypsie woman had gazed into her crystal ball this morning and described this scene to me, I would have laughed in her face." Just then, the cork screamed across the room with an ear-shattering bang, and champagne started to overflow all over him. I started giggling uncontrollably.
"Holy shit!", he exclaimed. The geyser eventually ebbed, and he began to laugh too. I was almost in tears at this point. Fighting through convulsing laughter, he was somehow able to fill the glasses.
"Oh, you poor baby!", I teased. "You're all soaked, and right after a shower!" Our laughter faded and we were once again staring wantingly into each other's eyes. He must have assumed I was leaning to kiss him, judging by the way his eyelids became heavy and his lips parted. Instead, I bent over and began licking the champagne from his chest. My first objectives were his nipples. I made small, circular motions around them with my tongue, and carefully used my teeth to nip at them, like he had done to me in the shower. I was giving Joey a taste of his own medicine, and he was loving it! I kept hearing various moans and groans leaking from his lips. This only increased the pace of my tongue's movements. I also paid close attention to his belly button, sucking at it quite lustily, allowing my tongue to investigate the cute opening.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh," he mumbled.
I slipped off the sofa and slunk to my knees. "This is the ONLY way to drink champagne! The only problem is...there's no more left here, using my eyes to indicate his stomach. I followed his gaze as he realized where I was going next. The expression on his face was priceless. It was eagerness and anticipation bursting at the seams, like a little boy waiting for the ice cream man to make him a cone. "I wonder if there's any more under your towel." I loosened the simple knot just below his belly. If the fabric had not been so drenched, his piercing boner would have lifted the towel off for me. As it was, I flicked away both sides of the towel.
Part 3
The instant I removed the corners of the towel, his already stiff-as-steel prick jumped about an inch, as if it were beckoning me.
"Damn, Joey! Your dick has a mind of its own!" He chuckled nervously. I looked at him and smiled. His eyes were welling up. Not with tears, mind you, but with desire. Once again, his cock jumped. With my invitation formally extended, I steadied the base with my hand and leaned over. A trail of glossy pre-cum had begun to leak from his gland and was forming a large droplet just below the slit. As it was dangling precariously, I extended my tongue and lapped it up like a thirsty puppy, not wanting to let it go to waste. The instant my tongue made contact with his knob, his entire penis jerked a good 2 inches back toward his stomach, and I heard what I can only describe as a euphoric whimper.
As my tongue retracted, it didn't take long for the small sample of yummy liquid to reach my taste buds. It was finer than any candy I had ever tasted...warm and sweet, like fresh honey. My first thought was MORE! I rolled my tongue around and around his summit, imagining I was taking turns on a skating rink. I quashed any notion of moving either of my hands even remotely close to my own cock, fearing that the slightest touch would instigate an eruption of cum. You've heard about the innocent, lone skier triggering an avalanche, right?
I wanted to put my fingers to good use, though, so I briefly fumbled around on the carpet like a blind man until I found the objects of my quest...Joey's delicate feet. I began by caressing the tops. The skin on his feet felt supremely wonderful, like a new pair of silk boxers at Christmas. I rubbed my way to his soft toes, tenderly sliding my fingers in between them. I then massaged each toe individually. The flesh of his big toes was undoubtedly my favorite, and I wanted more than anything to take a break from his dick and suck them, but I knew there would be time for that later. The most crucial task at hand was my ongoing oral craftsmanship of Joey's cockhead. While I so joyfully played with his feet and toes, the pace of my tongue lashing on his crown intensified. "Ohhhh, Gawwdddd!", he growled. As much as I desperately wanted to deep throat him, I had to do a little more teasing first. Besides, I wanted to delay the inevitable explosion that was brewing in Joey's loins. I was walking that fine line of a blowjob, spraying water on top of the flames while simultaneously turning up the gas from below. So I moved back up to his stomach, nudged his stiffy out of the way with my cheek, and took great care in licking and sucking his belly button again. By this time, I was being entertained by continuous moaning.
Ever so slowly, I allowed the tip of my tongue to trace south. He had the cutest group of hairs growing in a gradual line from just under his button to the top of his pubes. I'm not a big fan of chest hair, but this tiny tuft was as sexy as it comes. I licked and tugged some of these strands gently with my teeth. As I made my way lower, the aroma of his pubes reached my senses. I inhaled deeply. His musty boyhood permeated every gland in my nose. The scent was deliriously savory. Remind me to ask for this shit the next time I'm having a tooth filled.
The potency of the inhalant sent my tongue into a frenzy. It danced freely in Joey's forest. It took every ounce of willpower not to engulf his dick with my throat, but somehow I calmed myself down and pulled my face away from his groin. I glanced up to find his head tilted back and his eyes closed. He briefly awoke from his daze, and we exchanged wide smiles. His eyes were so beautiful and dark, like rare gems glistening in the afternoon sunlight. I dove back down again, heading straight for his balls this time. They felt as though they wanted to burst from their sac. I used my tongue like a brush, giving the wrapped treasures a warm coat of saliva.
Joey's moans of pleasure were gradually becoming groans of ecstasy. I pulled away, and a slightly perplexed look began to invade his face. My heart almost melted. I had seen that expression before, on Third Rock from the Sun. You know, when his alien character Tommy becomes befuddled with some seemingly irrational human behavior. I decided that enough was enough. He had been waiting so patiently during my foreplay. Playtime was over! I grabbed the base of his twitching cock and lowered my lips and mouth over the mushroomed helmet.
"Unnnhhhh! Yessssss!", he screamed. I slowly went down on him, making sure my teeth were well out of the way. I stretched my jaw as far as it would go and soon felt the tip of his dick hit the back of my mouth. His tool was still only two thirds of the way in. I relaxed my throat muscle and utilized the swallowing reflex I had learned as a boy. Sucking cock is the BEST! His snake successfully slid in the rest of the way, submerging itself in the deepest recesses of my throat.
At the same time my nose had run into a grove of pubic hair, my chin had met its own adversary - the ball sac. Joey's 6.5 inches of steel were now fully engulfed by my mouth and throat. Judging by his blissful screams, he seemed a little taken aback by the fact that his dick had completely disappeared from sight. Maybe it was his first time enjoying a TRUE deep throat. Whatever the case, his futile attempt at speech was lighing a fire in my own cock, still imprisoned by my bath towel.
"Ohhhh, fuuccckkk! God yeessss!" As I let his tool slip from my throat back into my mouth, I extended my tongue so it could caress his head and shaft. At the same time, I reached back down to the floor and slid my hands under the arches of his feet. I then lifted them up a few inches, hoping that Joey would pick up on what I was trying to get him to do. Miraculously, the angel lifted his legs up slightly and wrapped them inward. I soon felt the buttery smooth soles of his feet touch my sides. SUCCESS!
His feet moved tenderly across my skin. I was in HEAVEN!!! As if he was reading my mind, his toes quickly found their way to the edges of my bath towel, and he easily flicked it away. My emancipated cock was rocking savagely. Joey surprised me a little by sitting up, but I was reassured when I discovered that he was simply adusting the position of his legs. And for the better! He moved the backs of his knees directly over my shoulders and rested his feet on the lower part of my back.
As I deep-throated him again and again, he really became vociferous.
"Jeeesussss!"
"Unnnnhhhhh!"
"Suucckkk mmeee!"
"Ohhhhhh, yeahhhh!"
On top of that, his breathing became quite heavy. Most importantly, he was rubbing his very bare feet all over my back, like he was trying to walk on ice in loafers. Just when he would somehow feel the random urge to vocalize, his dancing would pause, and I could feel the absolute magic of ten clinching toes against my skin. I knew Joey was rapidly approaching a mind-numbing orgasm. I decided to stop "giving" head and allow his hips to control the action. With his dick still partly in my mouth, I froze. Precisely according to plan, the frenzy into which he had worked himself took over. He was really giving it to me, savagely raping my oral cavity with his cock. I thought for sure that I was going to choke. While his hips bucked feverishly, he began to gasp for air.
Joey flipped his head back so far that if his eyes had been open, he would have been staring directly at the ceiling. On the contrary, his eyes had been glued shut throughout his erotic delirium. He suddenly yelped at a shockingly high pitch.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhh!!!"
Just then I felt the first missile of cum strike the back of my throat. As I hurriedly tried to swallow, the flood gates crashed open. Somebody had been eating their Wheaties! Joey shot gob after milky gob of sperm into my mouth, so much so that a good deal of it began spilling out. There was no way I could handle all of it! The JGL River was overflowing its banks! I closed my mouth, turned my face slightly, and let him empty the rest of his load onto my cheek. I seized the opportunity to swallow the priceless liquid drowning my teeth and gums. Forget Listerine! I'll take this mouthwash anytime!
Fuckin' A! I hadn't seen such a powerful eruption since Mount Saint Helen! There must have been 6 or 7 different blasts of cum. The most amazing thing was that both of us had kept our hands off his cock during the orgasm. His dick must have really enjoyed its only friend - my mouth!
As Joey's moans subsided and his breathing regulated, we made our first post-Big Bang eye contact. Looking rather spent, he made a blatantly obvious revelation.
"Holy...fucking...shit! That was the most intense thrill I've ever had!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
Noticing the relatively small amount of creamy spooge on my face, he quipped, "Jesus, it sure felt like I came harder than that!"
"Woah, there, partner! This small token of appreciation you left on my cheek is only a portion of the extremely large gift you deposited down my throat!"
As he realized that I had swallowed most of his cargo, his eyes widened, and he gasped, "Jesus! No one's ever eaten my cum before!"
"Um, hello?", I objected.
"I mean no one until you! What...ugh...what did it...ugh... what did it taste like?"
The truth was...it was incredible! It was the smoothest, most delicious combination of sweetness and saltiness I had ever tasted. Since most of Joey's seed had proceeded directly down my throat, I hadn't gotten a chance to truly savor it until I licked my lips. Instead of thanking him, I shot back sarcastically, "Well, as you can see, it's still all over my cheek if you want to try it!"
Only hoping to generate a laugh, it blew my mind when he leaned over, gazed into my eyes, and swept his warm tongue across my cheek. He then moved his lips onto mine, and our mouths opened in a burningly passionate kiss. As our tongues wrestled ferociously, Joey seemed to want to taste every remaining morsel of his manhood still lingering in my mouth. After he broke away, I asked, "Well, what do you think about the fruits of your labor?"
He pondered the question for a few seconds. "It's OK, I guess," he replied, as that infamously mischievous grin spread across his face. "But I'd much rather try yours!"
End of Part 3
I was prepared to make Part 3 the ending, but I've left it open, just like the horror flicks always do. Let me know if you want more (maybe anal?)?
Part 4
Bingo! Those were the exact words I had been waiting for. "I think that can be arranged. Just sit back a little." As he heeded my request, I stood up. It felt great to stretch my legs after being on my knees for so long. At that moment, I realized just how hard my prick actually was. Stiff as a board and protruding at a 45 degree angle, it was giving JGL an 8 inch salute.
When our eyes met, he seemed to be looking for some sort of guidance. I placed my right knee on the sofa, making darn sure it was nudged firmly against his left hip. My left knee followed, welding itself to his right hip. His upper legs were now imprisoned by my lower legs with no possibility for parole.
My throbbing penis was expertly positioned directly in front of his face, and the "balls" were now in his court. Sex is no different than any other game in that your oppenent's eyes are, without a doubt, the most reliable indicator of his next move. When I lost eye contact after climbing on the sofa, I didn't know if he was preparing to take my queen, sink my battleship, put a hotel on Boardwalk, or just what the hell was going to happen next. An excrutiating sense of anticipation had transformed the moment into an eternity.
Suddenly, SHEER DELIGHT! His warm, buttery soft tongue lapped once, then twice, at my overjoyed knob. I have no clue as to why I was somehow able to, at least temporarily, repress the burning desire to erupt all over his face.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
My ringing endorsement only served to increase the speed of his tongue as it tickled my slit. The indescribable sensations zipping through my body made me shudder.
"Suuuck it!"
As if on cue, his tongue stopped, and he allowed my eager tool to slip past the sentry of his lips and into his steamy mouth. I was the grateful stranger invited into a cozy cottage for some hot chocolate on a frigid winter's day. My dick felt immediately welcome in its new, albeit temporary, home. Joey moved his head back and forth, extensively lubricating the first few inches with a slippery coat of spit.
"Ohhhhhhhhh God!"
Although his tongue and mouth were rapidly driving me out of control, I wanted more. Was that too much to ask? I wanted to experience the sensation of my cock sliding deeper into the ever-tightening grasp of Joey's throat, slowly making its way down behind his adorable Adam's apple. Instinctively, my hips began to slowly push forward. When I heard I slight gagging noise, I immediately pulled back. What had I done?
I lowered my butt onto his quads so I could see his face. At the corner of each eye, a small tear droplet had formed. I felt like a complete ass!
"I'm SO sorry! Are you okay?," I begged.
"I'm fine, and why should YOU be sorry? You haven't done anything wrong. I'm the one who should be sorry. I really want to go down on you. And I mean ALL THE WAY, like you did to me. But your damn dick is too big! Like I told you earlier...you're bigger than any of the other guys I've been with."
I blushed, "Shit, Joey, it takes a lot of practice. Let's face it...I'm a few years older than you. Hell, when I was your age, I don't think I could deep throat anything over 5 or 6 inches!"
"Will you teach me?"
"Sure, we'll get some carrots like in Fast Times at Ridgemont High." We both laughed hard. "Seriously though, let's try something completely different. Something tells me you're gonna like it." I slid off him, and, once again, rested my knees on the carpet. I was stunned to discover that he had already developed another hard-on. "Damn, boy, that sure was fast!" He giggled, and I asked, "Can you do me a favor and slide forward, all the way to the edge?" He greeted my request with a puzzled look, but obliged.
"Just trust me." I leaned over, gently lifted his balls with my thumb, and reached out with my tongue to investigate what was underneath. This newly discovered territory was totally void of pubes, so I was able to let my tongue freely caress the ultra-soft skin. His cock was raging to levels unseen since he had shot his initial load. I snaked my way down to the silky ribbon between his balls and his hole. Joey must have realized my ultimate destination, because he slowly lifted his legs and placed his irresistable feet on my shoulders. His immaculately curved arches conformed perfectly to my broad, rounded shoulders, like the last pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. It was almost enough to send me overboard. When I eventually opened my eyes, the object of my quest quivered before me.
Joey's jeweled hole was nearly defenseless, protected by the tiniest smattering of darkish hairs. The velvety smooth valley of his crack was bordered on each side by the most ideally round and luscious set of buns imaginable. I paused for a moment in a hopeless attempt to somehow appreciate the beauty of the utopian vista which was laid out before my mystified eyes.
My tongue, on the other hand, had its own, more immediate, agenda. It began on the ridge it had conquered only moments before, between cock and ass. At a snail's pace, it traced down to the edge of Joey's dimpled rosebud. As it circled the periphery, his entire body jerked as if he had touched a live wire.
"That...feels...soooooo...gooooood!"
I took offense to this. If I was doing my job correctly, there was absolutely no way he should have been able to formulate words, let alone a complete sentence. I had to put my foot, ah tongue, down. So I feverishly darted over and around his wrinkled button, using my tongue as a steam press. However irrational it may sound, I desperately wanted to make the tiny creases surrounding his opening as smooth as the rest of his delicious crack. Whereas I quite obviously failed in this mission, I succeeded in another. What had been audible speech only a few moments earlier was now loud, incomprehensible wailing.
At a specific point during the frenzy, I pulled my tongue back, curled it as tight as it would go, and placed it directly on the twitching eye of his cyclops. I paused ever so briefly and began to push the moist, self-lubricating probe into his ass. As the tip of my tongue broke through the initially impervious barrier, I felt the involuntary reflex of his anus contract stringently around it. He screamed in ecstasy.
"Eeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnn!"
My tongue was now partially submerged inside him, and I utilized every bit of strength in the fleshy appendage to move about the crowded quarters. I lovingly massaged the interior walls of JGL's final inch of anal cavity. Fearing my tongue would be sucked in by the intense power of his tractor beam, I pulled out and sought approval to proceed. As Joey was roused from his erotic hypnosis by my inaction, he barked an order in a tone I hadn't yet heard from him.
"Jack, I want to feel you inside me! I want you to fuck me!"
"You sound pretty sure of yourself there, Mister Studboy!"
"Damn right I am!"
"OK, then. Let me just get everything ready." Based on the heavy interference my tongue had initially encountered, I knew his ass was nowhere close to being ready for my cock. I inserted my right index finger into my mouth and removed it slowly, making sure to cover it with a generous sheen of saliva. I then placed it where my tongue had just been...at the mouth of his boy tunnel. I pressed against the puckering slot and gently pushed inside.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeessssssss!"
What a greeting! If that doesn't say, 'Come on in and make yourself at home!,' I don't know what does. The probe was instantly overcome on all sides by a relentlessly firm grip of flesh. Unlike my tongue, which must have been rather warm itself, my finger quickly discovered just how hot the inside of Joey's ass really was. After priming the first couple of inches of his love tube, my pointer was all the way in. I let it slide all the way out and thrust it back in. Soon I had a pretty good rhythm going.
"Finger fuck me, yeeeaaaaahhhhh!"
Judging by his reaction, he was loving it almost as much as I was. When I finally pulled my finger out, I caught the unmistakable aroma of his absolute and total boyhood oozing from my fingertip. Somehow, I wanted to bottle it. A guy can dream, can't he? I snapped myself back to the task at hand, and repeated the readying process with two, then three fingers.
Joey's screams of pleasure were bouncing off the walls. All of them coming from the lips of a teen hunk whose record on screaming girls is crystal clear! Luckily it was still late afternoon, when most of the resort's guests were probably out and about. If it had been later, I fear someone might have heard us and called security.
"Now fuck me with your cock!"
When I heard that command, I figured he was ready. In a continuous motion, I partially stood up, grabbed his lower legs, and swung them to the right as I kneeled onto the sofa cushion adjacent to the one he had been sprawled on. He was now lying flat on his back, with his head resting just short of the end cushion. Enviably, I was now kneeling between his beautiful legs.
As JGL gazed wantingly into my eyes, he produced a smile warm enough to melt a thousand hearts. Without further prompting, he raised his legs high in the air. I seized the opportunity, grabbed a cushion, and stuffed it under his ass. Although I wanted more than anything to complete the final preparations by grabbing his silky smooth ankles and placing his adorable bare feet on my shoulders, he beat me to the punch and nestled them on the perch himself. This boy must really want to get laid!
I steadied my dick. Good, it was still there! There was enough pre-cum on the head to oil up a '73 Buick. I rubbed the natural lube up and down the shaft, making sure my entire tool was slick. I moved closer, taking Joey's feet and legs with me. His cherry, currently tilted at a highly strategic angle, beckoned my swelling cock forward.
Part 5
I placed my mushroom just below his balls, causing his latest hard-on to jump from his stomach. As his eyelids drooped shut, I let my tip drift slowly down the ridge to his quivering anus, leaving a trail of clear liquid. I lifted away and started this time from the top of his crack. Forget a strike! At this bowling alley, I was content to roll my ball directly down his silky smooth gutter! Because his butt was nearly facing the ceiling, my shaft nestled perfectly into the soft valley between his cheeks. My slit, now right over his hole, deposited a large drop of glistening pre-cum onto the opening. As if to say, "I'm ready!", the droplet was quickly swallowed up by the hungry orifice.
I lifted my cock from its resting place and moved back in an attempt to lower Joey's butt for a more favorable approach. As soon as he opened his eyes, I pressed my bulb against his sweaty socket, forcing them shut again. With a gentle nudge, my slippery knob broke through quite easily.
"Unnnhhh!" A birdseye view of his expression indicated it was a moan of pleasure, not pain.
Now that my first couple inches had disappeared into his ass, I carefully pushed forward and came to a screeching halt at the stingiest defense - his sphincter. Joey's mouth was open like he wanted to scream, but only a slight whimper was escaping his lips.
"Relax a little and let go," I coaxed.
With that, he let out a big sigh, released the bolt on his well-guarded gate, and let my tool slip in significantly deeper. His second throat was hungrily swallowing my meat, inch by inch. God, was he ever TIGHT! His muscles had a boa constrictor's grip on me. And to think MY snake was supposed to be in control! As my sub slowed to a crawl after submerging about five inches, I realized it was going to need some assistance. I looked up to the ceiling and, with a final shove, conquered the last couple inches. My balls collided with his sweaty crack.
"Ohhhhh fuuuck!", he barked.
My full eight inches were completely buried in the unwavering tightness of his anal cavity. This was definitely the snuggest ass I had ever experienced! The sensations zipping through the countless nerve endings in my cock were astounding. With the most challenging hurdle cleared, I let my dick recede, then carefully pushed it back in again. I desperately wanted to maintain early control, gradually letting Joey's ass befriend its newest visitor.
I soon established a steady rhythm of penetration. My rod was gliding back and forth like a well-oiled piston. Judging by his facial contortions and vociferous moans of gratification, he was REALLY loving it. I took this opportunity to do something I had been obsessing about all day. I reached back to my shoulders with both hands and grabbed his ankles. As my soldier continued its slow, steady invasion, I swung his precious feet in front of my face. I had read somewhere that one of JGL's hobbies was gymnastics, but this was ridiculous! I was twisting him around like a pretzel, and he was in full compliance.
The bottoms of his feet were now immediately in front of my nose and, more importantly, my tongue. Being freshly showered, they had a delightful, coconut soap aroma. Asking my tongue to resist would have been like forbidding a little boy to taste a home-baked batch of chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven.
I licked his creamy soles like a fudgesicle, beginning on the arches and slowly working my way to the balls. My tongue had never encountered a treat so unbelievably delectible as the tiny valley under his toes. Anything softer surely would have melted. After caressing the bottoms of his toes and the irresistable gaps in between, my lips closed around his right big toe. Sucking dick was awesome, but THIS was even better!
As I moved to his other big toe, I couldn't help but notice that the pace of my cock had picked up considerably. The fulfillment of my favorite taboo must have subconsciously driven it to its current fury. Joey was now yelping uncontrollably at the top of his lungs.
"That.....feels.....SO.....FUCKING.....GOOD!"
"Fuuccckkkk meeeee yeaahhhhh!"
"Haaarrrderr.........Deeeeperr!"
After orally servicing both large toes, I guided his feet down to my chest. They were slippery with saliva, but the warm, moist skin felt wonderful on my nipples. I focused all my rapidly climaxing sexual energy on his ass. The feeling of my knob gliding repeatedly over his prostate was leading both he and I into a state of delerium. The sound of my sticky balls whacking against his crack was nearly drowned out by a far-from-harmonized chorus of moans and groans from both of us.
As my hips bucked feverishly, I leaned down to kiss him. Because his eyes were closed, I made him aware of my visit by sweeping my tongue across his lips. His tongue quickly greeted mine, and we frenched like horny teenagers. Oh wait, he WAS a horny teenager!
The simultaneous feeling of his warm tongue wrestling with mine and his oh-so-tight ass consuming my dick pushed me over the edge. I turned to the right and touched my cheek to his. With a final thrust, I plunged into the deepest recesses of his rectum and fired the first torpedo of cum.
"Ohhhhh fuuuuck!", I screamed.
Blast after blast of hot sperm gushed from my prick, flooding his large intestine. My hose was rinsing his insides with a creamy enema. Powerful convulsions rocked my loins and electrified my entire body. I was experiencing the finest orgasm of my life! With a couple more involuntary spasms, my weapon emptied the remainder of its ammunition into his boy-pussy. Thankfully Joey was, indeed, a boy. Otherwise, he would have been expecting quadruplets in nine months.
Mission accomplished, his sphincter gently expelled my softening cock. As I turned to kiss him again, he must have begun to feel the irresistable sensation of my milky load oozing down the walls of his love tunnel.
"I'm.....gonna.....cum!"
I leaned back just in time to grab his twitching cock with my right hand. I pumped it furiously.
"I'm cuuuuumiiiing!"
The first rocket of spooge flew all the way to his face and landed on his nose. Several subsequent blasts left gobs of white cream on his chin, neck, and chest, with the largest pool forming around his belly button. I was shocked as hell to see such a monumental eruption after he had deposited so much down my throat and on my face earlier. For a change, it was almost quiet, except for the sound of our heaving breathing.
Astonishingly, the raw passion of watching Joey cum so robustly had already begun to make me slightly hard again. This was by far the fastest I had ever been aroused again after an orgasm. On top of that, the equally delicious scents of his seed and his insides were blending together to create a magnificent fragrance that was driving me insane!
I grabbed his heels and lowered his feet from my chest to just above his butt cheeks. I then squeezed them together so that both soles were facing me. Then I blew his fucking mind by slipping my dick into the gap between his arches. My tool was still extremely well-oiled, coated this time by Joey's freshly squeezed interior juices. After resting my forefingers in the sockets between his big and second toes, I began sliding my slick cock back and forth across the baby-soft skin of his inner arches. Soon, I was fucking his feet as lovingly as I had fucked his ass only minutes before.
An ear to ear grin indicated he was enjoying it almost as much as I was. I looked to the ceiling and shrieked as my cock somehow fired another couple streams of semen onto Joey's chest.
"Aannnnnnnngh!"
"Cum some more baby!", his sweet voice beckoned.
I willingly obliged, as my remaining ejaculate dripped from my slit directly onto his now-limp penis. I spread his legs and lowered myself onto him. Mom and Dad had always preached the lesson of cleaning up after playtime. They surely would have been proud...
My tongue greedily lapped up the wad of Joey jizz that had undoubtedly broken a record by reaching his nostrils. As his cute feet found my butt cheeks and nestled onto them, I moved my eyes downward to admire the dessert table. His chest and stomach were dotted with puddles of cum, like a parking lot after a rainstorm. I slurped up the resevoir that had collected in and around his belly button, inserting the tip of my tongue as far as I could into the tiny opening. What a shame that this adorable slot was too shallow to be fucked!
My mouth continued on its delightful journey, quenching its thirst at countless spots along the way. With the help of my tongue and lips, it lustfully sucked up every last drop of the Joey and Jack blend. It certainly blew away anything at Starbuck's! Hell, I don't remember even having to swallow. The yummy liquid simply glided down my throat and into my hungry stomach.
When my deliciously sinful binge was over, I saved some on my tongue and gave Joey another kiss. As our tongues shared the last dance of the evening, I transferred the sweet remnants of cream into his mouth. We made out for an eternity, but it was still too brief.
He finally broke the silence and looked into my eyes. "I want you to know that was far and away the best sex I've ever had."
As I gazed back, his beaufiful brown eyes could have melted a diamond. Perhaps for the first time in my life, my brain couldn't come up with any words. My mind wandered to, of all things, one of my favorite movies. (No, it was NOT a Bel Ami porno!)
"What?" he quizzed. "Aren't you going to say something?"
I chuckled. The cat finally let go of my tongue. "You're going to think I'm completely nuts, but I was just thinking about a scene from Ferris Bueller's Day Off."
"I LOVE that movie! It's definitely in my Top Ten. Which part?"
"The scene in the restaurant when Ferris is trying to pass himself off as Abe Froman, the Sausage King of Chicago."
Joey flashed the toothful grin that I now have realized to be as precious as lost treasure. "Yeah, that was good stuff." He laughed. "What in the world made you think of that?"
"Sloan describes Ferris on the phone to the maitre d' as devastatingly handsome."
"Yeah, and he was! Matthew Broderick was a total babe in that movie!"
"Well, I was thinking the same thing about you, Joey. Just how devastatingly handsome you are and how fucking lucky I am right now."
He blushed. "You're not so bad yourself, Ferris Bueller. Just promise me one thing."
"What's that?" I replied curiously.
"When I get back to LA, you HAVE to visit me. After all, you still owe me a deep throat lesson!"
A broad smile swept over my face. "Something tells me that's one debt that won't be difficult to pay off."
The orchestra returned for an encore, and our lips met once more. Our tongues saved the best and most romantic waltz for last. As the sun was setting over the Gulf of Mexico, we fell asleep in each other's arms, our bodies glued together and our legs and feet intertwined in a loving weave.
The End
I'd love to hear your comments and opinions. My next story will probably be on one of the couples mentioned in Part 2. I'm also considering a story about two of the NBA's hottest rookies ever, Bryce Drew of the Rockets and Jason Williams of the Kings.