His First 69
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The following account is the sequel to my story posted in Nifty Archives on Sept. 30, 2000. It was entitled "Initiating my Roommate". I also posted a story on Oct. 2, entitled "The Slave". I extend many thanks to kind readers who encouraged me to post this sequel. I express the usual warnings about graphic and explicit content, but I can not understand why any surfer would be reviewing Nifty Archives, if he/she was not in pursuit of such content.
There was a three-week interlude since our last meeting at our remote destination. Other obligations prevented us from planning an earlier date. In the time between our couplings we wrote each other graphically descriptive e-mails of how we intended to pleasure each other. This fevered our desires for physical reunion and we descriptively recounted our masturbatory exploits prompted by our sensual fantasies.
We arrived at our same parking place near the main road in the early hours, as our plans abbreviated our next rendezvous to a day hike. Upon meeting, we embraced each other with such a force as to nearly knock each other over.
Firm lips pressed against each other, tongues clashing to invade each other orally. I was enthralled to feel his flushed warm and well-defined torso through his flimsy clothing. Hands and fingers now probing and feeling under loose fitting shirts, it was inevitable that exploration would extend under the waistbands of hiking shorts. I promptly reminded him that other campers used this roadside space for parking. With a mischievous grin he quipped, "you would like that, wouldn't you?"
We broke off the fervor of our encounter to hurriedly collect our lighter hiking gear, knowing that the true objective of our day's excursion could not be far off. We nearly trotted down the beginning of our familiar trail laughing and joking along the way. After about a half a mile, we both knew to take a fork along a more overgrown trail more likely to provide us with privacy and seclusion. Reaching a small clearing warmed by the rising sun, we knowingly glanced at each other and instantly dropped our knapsacks off our backs. Again, we fervently grabbed and groped at each other. Furiously tugging at each other's clothes, we could not disrobe fast enough. Shoes and clothes flying, his sumptuous male form was revealing itself to me for my sensual perusals once again. Not wearing any underwear, he had me in the altogether first, my straining 6" uncut arousal already wet with pre-cum. I tugged at the strap of a mightily tented jock strap, first pulled down to reveal a beautifully tousled heavy dark blonde bush, and then yanked down enough to free his gorgeous 7" cut slightly arched cock. It greeted me by gracefully swaggering from the release of its constraint, offering me a most pleasing re-acquaintance. Immediately, I caught a whiff of his potent man scent also let loose from the confines of his attire. The assault on my senses made me giddy with delirium. I was swooning as we clashed into each other's arms. The heat, the passion, the velvety smoothness being exchanged in the initial throes of erotic embrace was nearly overpowering. Faces, necks, shoulders, nipples, and stomachs all passionately groped by both extremities and tongues. Boldly our explorations continued to our freely exposed thighs, ass cheeks, crotches, pubes, balls, and cocks. For a minute we lined up our throbbing sex peckers to share the heat and pulsations of our mutual excitement.
I made the next move. I had him on his back and I lifted his legs bending his knees to further enjoy his ass. I kneaded and nibbled on those delectable flinching buns to his mesmerizing relaxation. With my thumbs and fingers, I deftly parted his cheeks to expose a sweet pink and puckering opening. Now I challenge the reader to pause and imagine a more beautiful scene than this. What bliss to have at my disposal a magnetic young male, completely and eagerly vulnerable to my every whim. Stunning spread ass cheeks, topped by muscular legs, spread to show off a gorgeous bouncing leaking cock, under which reclined a majestic wrinkled sac concealing two impressive eggs that hung over the top of his lightly furred crotch. This moment was well worth the long wait.
In my inspired fervor, I nearly lunged to exploit this awesome feast. My outstretched tongue made a beeline for his pink button. Hungrily I darted about this region, arduously lapping up the pungent crevice taste, feeling and tasting the animated reflexive muscles there. I heard him let out a hiss and in a loud whisper insistently implored me, "don't stop !!" His face shone a hypnotic expression as my tongue firmly moved up his crotch, the fingers of my right hand now gently raising his nut sac for my tongue to massage its underside. Eager to feel the shape of his orbs in my mouth, I gently sucked in one ball and then the next, my tongue exploring all about the wrinkled sac that held them. My left hand now held his throbbing wet joystick, its heat pulsating into my palm. It was irresistible. Patton's army could not prevent me from plunging this silky smooth heated firm roll of flesh into my mouth. He let out a sigh as I was instantly upon him. Tongue working feverishly, the intensity of his earthy man taste only inflamed my fervor. My throat instinctively opened to receive the head of the organ I was now obsessed with. His hips stopped thrusting as he meandered and twisted to change position. Soon I felt the warm length of his body lined up parallel to mine and I was looking down to swinging balls and chin occasionally thrusting against his tickling bush. He insistently thrust my own hips up over him, my cock drooling pre-cum on his neck and upper chest. As he reached to bend my own cock slightly, I knew what he wanted. Before grasping it in oral embrace he flipped us over on our sides.
Remarkably, I didn't miss a slurp and his manhood remained tightly trapped in my vacuum packed oral cavity. I felt his tongue swirl around my already drenched stretched dickhead with surprising intensity. As his hips thrust for my open throat to receive his springy ram rod, I felt his own tongue move my aching shaft deeper back into his own warm wet mouth. The feverish pitch of the combined exquisitely sensual activities alerted me to the first warnings in my bursting loins that the point of ecstatic explosion may be near. Suddenly I felt the flesh of his mouth instantly back away from my bathed excitement and I heard the unmistakable gagging of my partner. I backed off from the insistence of my own manipulations as if to signal him that all was well and nothing was expected or required of him in his initiation. Bravely, it was less than a minute before he took me back into carnal oral contact and I resumed throat massaging his man meat with the same ferocity. Having gently reached out to caress his balls, I suddenly felt them spring back into his underside, alerting me to thrust his expanding gristle as far back as I could to receive his inevitable liquid offerings. Sure enough, I felt what must have been long silky ropes of heated man spooge surge down my gullet. I felt his nakedness was flexed with tension and heard his groan of pleasure as the convulsive spasms of his orgasmic organ stretched against the walls of my inviting throat again and again. He had stopped servicing the ardor in my own loins, presumably overcome with the intensity of his climax. Before he was completely relaxed, his tongue once again swirled around my persistently aroused protuberance. As his own member softened in my mouth, small streams of his musky cum swirled back into the base of my mouth. The most intimate tastes and smells of this vivacious male mixed with the now earnest attentions to my sex by tongue and sucking mouth caused me to swoon to the point of no return. The unmistakable churning in my balls triggered the wave of heat that traveled through my groin, to the root of my cock, bursting out the passageway and out my gaping pee hole into the back of the mouth of my insistent partner. With jaw locked on me, I had no recourse but to squirt out this most intimate bodily function into his multi sensate orifice and hope he would not be offended by its pungency. To the contrary, he would not release me until I was nearly completely flaccid. Breathing hard, we embraced and kissed passionately, exchanging our most personal body fluids: cum mixed with saliva. The liquids were positively running off his chin and the sides of his mouth. I assiduously licked about his chin and face, gleefully licking off all the overflow man juices. He grinned like a small boy whose mother had just cleaned his face with a drenched wash cloth.
For 20 minutes, we languished in the tall grass, stark naked, legs and arms entwined in blissful repose. Finally starting to rise, he joked that there will be "other places to fuck, today." This humor aroused me out of my semi-somnambulistic state and we gathered our effects to continue our hike. Enjoying our event together, we decided like before, to risk getting caught in our state of undress, and proceed naked except for shoes and backpacks.
Trekking along, the ultimate "happy campers", we would occasionally reach out to one another to sling an arm around a shoulder, entwine our arms around each others waist, or cop a friendly feel about the thighs, buttocks, or genitals. When approaching our expected creek bank we had not foreseen that the water level in the creek would be substantially higher, caused by the heavy rains of two days earlier. Our customary stepping stones were now submerged. We had to remove our shoes and be prepared to carry our effects above our heads, unaware of the depth in some parts to prepare for our crossing. My partner, taking his time to look about the terrain prompted me to remind him that we would most likely encounter other hikers in the vicinity of the creek source. This information had an amazing effect upon him. He cupped his hands to his mouth and let out a battle whoop as his gender prong started to stir and swell once more. Startled but amused, I laughed as I realized that he was being stimulated by the thought of prompting nearby vacationers to investigate and encounter our state of seeming indecency. Muscled limbs flaying about in a spontaneous Bacchanalian dance, he catcalled and hollered at the top of his lungs, inviting others to witness his lunatic celebration in defiance of accepted conventions. His now fully swollen handsome cock shifting about, I thought of the gay strip bars and how willingly the admirers of naked men would part with their money to witness such antics from this comely youth. Soon he had dragged me into the waters of the icy creek and was frantically splashing me from head to toe in an exuberant numbing baptism. Somehow, we found ourselves sitting in the rushing water at creek's edge vigorously "hand jobbing" each other. With the tightness of our grasps on each other's love poles we attempted to overcome the cold water that might douse our inflammations. Victory was ours. We successfully manipulated each other to satisfying climax, the effluence of our passions flowing likes little white clouds down the course of the creek.
Again, tempting fate, we lounged about in total undress in the environs of the creek bed. If anyone had spotted us, they probably fled in fright.
Gathering up our effects once again and crossing the creek as we originally planned, we proceeded up the hill on our trail. We shivered as the sun was still behind the hill. At the top, we spread some clothes in our packs on a smooth large rock. Putting our effects aside, we were completely naked again and we cuddled allowing the morning sun to dry us. Soon we were fast asleep in each other's arms.
When we awoke, it was past noon by reckoning of the position of the sun. We must have been asleep for at least 2 hours. I could not imagine in that time we had not been discovered by other hikers. Either they were exceptionally tolerant or intended to report us to who knows whom. There was no evidence of our belongings having been tampered with. Again, my companion was happy with the prospect of this inevitability. With mock sobriety, I informed him that one day he would make a good exhibitionist. Secretly, I thought with his looks, he should display himself to others.
The warm sun against our sensitized skin and the arousal he experienced with this contemplation, it was evident that our lustful impulses were superseding our sense of caution. Once again we affectionately kissed and groped about our body parts. Both of us now sporting completely swelled cocks and uninhibitedly leaking pre-cum on each other, he had me on my back, passionately kissing me on the mouth. He moved his tongue about my neck, chest, and nipples as I warmly embraced his broad shoulders and strong back.
I spread my legs and lifted them fetaly, wrapping them around the small of his back just above those sumptuous supple ass cheeks. No words needed to be spoken. The implication was clear. The ultimate fantasy of my intervening chastity would be realized. I was lucky that my knapsack was nearby, as I was able to reach for it and pull out a tube of lubricant in anticipation of this eventuality. I prompted him to raise himself up, kneeling over me. His joystick at full salute, I thickly lathered the slick goo over its full length. Engrossed by the flinches and twitches in response to my attentive fingers, this task in and of itself was intensely pleasurable and we nearly forgot its intended purpose. As he pulled the tube out of my other hand, I lay back and resumed my leggy embrace about his mid-section. Nibbling on my ear, he reached underneath and confidently massaged my twitching posterior orifice with slick gooey fingers. My muscles automatically pushed to invite the breach of that waiting hole.
After so long a time when my visceral tunnel felt a nagging void, it was going be filled and stretched by the delectable heated staff of my loving roommate once more. Withdrawing his fingers, I was pulling back my own throbbing sex to allow him the best possible vantage point of entry. I felt the pliant capable dickhead against my yearning entry and his hot breath against my neck as his hips confidently caused the penetration through my inviting sphincter. Ooooooo raptures were mine again. He paused for a minute; the heat in my bowels was building in anticipation of the delicious ravishing they were about to endure by this now experienced pillar of pleasure. My sphincter working his dickhead was the cue to start stroking furiously. Ball-bearinged hips facilitated the pulsing hot piston that reamed my delighted butthole at a breath taking pace, his low balls slapping at the small of my back and his thick bush cramming comfortably close to my own balls. The muscles of my ass and vitals kept pace with the strokes both in and out, massaging his pleasure pole with an irresistible tightness. We emitted groans and moans, engrossed in our euphoric trance like coupling. If we were to be suddenly discovered by strangers now, in the heat of our passionate intercourse, we would be powerless. Both of us were so addicted to the sensation of our mounting bodily pleasures and desires that we would have no recourse but to allow our astonished onlookers to gawk unobstructed at our act of unsurpassed intimacy and closeness until completion. The exquisite heat, tension, and electricity in my loins once again culminated in the peak of churning within my balls. Unwittingly stroking my own cock, my first shot of man jism hit the under side of my chin. My ejaculatory spasms pressed deep and hard, gripping my invader's thrusting probe, sending him over the precipice to ecstatic release. His dickhead nearly exploding in my viscera squirted out a lovely warm glove of velvety liquid. We lay panting in the flush of each other's embrace for what seemed like hours, his torso and body hair slipping against my odiferous cum. I did not stir until his softened dick flopped out of my satiated butthole. Not saying anything, we climbed off the rock still completely naked to gather up clumps of tall grass to clean ourselves off.
We had started back and reached our creek landmark again. After crossing with our possessions safely dry, we once again could not resist risk of discovery and spent at least a full hour comfortably loafing in total undress. Catching me off my guard, he mischievously peed on me, laughing hysterically. I was too caught up in the humor of the moment to muster any pee to squirt back at him. We washed each other, rubbing our hands over the supple flesh turned frigid by the rushing waters. Through the noise of water flow and splashing we both heard a sharp crack. We stopped not making a move, listening for any follow up noises. We heard a thumping on the ground as if someone had thrown something at us with bad aim. This was followed quickly by what seemed a single faint female laugh. My companion was again animatedly prompted to hoot and holler. Finally, straining backwards in an obscene gesture of defiance toward the hill above us, he bent up and down waving his glorious 7" wood to any presumed hidden spies. He yelled out "LOOK AT MY COCK !!! Watch me suck my friend's dick." Still in shock, he dragged me out of the creek, dropping on his knees he snatched at my flaccid dick before I realized he meant it. His able fingers stroked and now insistent tongue lapped at my swelling dangler. I was astonished that I was now responding favorably to having my cock sucked before a potential audience, and in the "great outdoors". Before I knew it I had filled his mouth with my heated excitement and I resolved to perform in this show of shows. I yelled out the loudest moans and grunts I could vocalize.
I shouted, "YES ! Take that throbbing cock all the way down. Milk me of my hot cum. Bury your nose in my smelly man bush." Remembering his relative inexperience, I stifled these theatrical invocations. I did not want him to embarrass himself by gagging in his fervent ministrations. But to my amazement he skillfully slid his head down to the point where my dickhead was bouncing off the entrance to his throat and I confidently thrust my hips to meet his dips. When after I had my liquid seed prompted from me, my limp dick dropped out of his mouth and oozed a long strand to the ground. Still kneeling next to me, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I screamed out at the top of my lungs, "he will make a great cocksucker, yet."
Glad that I had not wasted any pee in our play, I turned in profile, reached for my dick, and pissed in the longest stream I could muster. Our audience, if it existed, never showed itself.
POSTSCRIPT: I now live in another part of the country and away from my beloved ex-roommate. Two years ago he married a predictably open-minded and sweetly vivacious young woman. I know her via e-mail communication and our correspondence is more frequent than that between her husband and myself. She begs me to visit them. In my confidence about our past sexual proclivities, I have expressed my one regret that I did not have the honor of "popping" her husband's ass cherry. That went to another more insistent than I. She insists that during my visit, I will have the opportunity to drill her husbands ass to my hearts content. Their opportunities for much desired M/M/F threesomes are few and infrequent.
Afraid of disease and indiscretion, they together regularly surf gay pornographic websites. She explains that her much older brother has been gay for as long as she can remember. At 14, she unwittingly walked in on him and his "pick up". Unperturbed, they continued their sex play in her presence, and she has been an enthusiast of sex between men ever since.
Maybe, with the prompting of my readers, I will take the necessary excursion, in order to further my adventures with my beloved ex-roommate.